Chapter 138 I'm in the 4th layer of Hell?
(POV: Akashic Records)
Central District, Silva Citadel.
Isadora finally finished linking her memories of the Abyssal Heights to Stellaria's mind through a telepathic chain.
Fasit turned to Lumiere and said, "Great Lumiere, it's uncharacteristic of you to go for such a straightforward approach."
"I agree with Fasit," Serena folded her arms. "I'm coming with you."
"No, Serena." Lumiere smiled.
"But... but why?" she asked.
He winked. "Because it's my duty. I don't want to have to drag you into things that I should handle myself... and besides it's just a warning."
For a moment, Serena felt something change in him. Enough that it made her blush in awe of this sudden growth.
Pulling his hands out of his pocket, Lumiere yawned. "Any fate that threatens to harm Isadora and the life of my unborn child, is a fate worth destroying."
Isadora, maintaining her composure, was taken aback by Lumiere's unwavering determination. She knew him to be brave, but this display of willingness to push himself to the limit for their (Isadora and the baby) safety was beyond anything she'd ever expected.
Stellaria rose from her seat and approached Lumiere.
"Alright, I'm ready to send you to the Abyssal Heights and straight for Vyndariel's castle," she declared.
Lumiere nodded, a solemn expression on his face. "Thank you, Stellaria. I appreciate your help," he replied.
Isadora couldn't hold back her reservations any longer. "You know you don't have to do this," she pleaded.
Fasit chimed in, echoing Serena's concerns. "I have to agree with Lady Serena," she added cautiously.
Lumiere met their gazes with an unwavering resolve.
"I understand your concerns, but like I said before, I can't back down now. Not when Isadora and the baby's lives are at stake," he explained firmly.
Lirien, as enigmatic as ever, interjected with her typical lack of elaboration.
"I don't know much about the details, but I do know that Vyndariel has five demon generals who are equal to demon lords, not to mention an array of powerful demons under his control," she divulged.
Stellaria gasped sarcastically, her eyes widening. "Oh my," she muttered.
Lirien's voice grew somber as she continued, her words heavy with warning.
"If you can't handle even one of those demon generals, you'll be reduced to a writhing mass of flesh in seconds," she cautioned.
Stellaria's outstretched hand summoned a portal, its ethereal blue light radiating with power.
Lumiere, his trusted <<Demon Blade, Benimaru>> securely sheathed and fastened to his overalls, confidently strode toward the portal with his hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets. He had purposefully left his mana suppression bracelet behind, embracing his true strength as he stepped through the portal and emerged in the dark abyss that was the Abyssal Heights.
"Woah, it's so gloomy here. So this is basically hell..."
Here, darkness consumed everything. Ominous clouds loomed overhead, casting an eerie purple hue over the twisted vegetation and the sight of monstrous demonic birds soaring through the crimson-infused skies. Two red suns burned relentlessly, casting a malevolent glow, and a solitary moon hung in the distance to complete the surreal landscape.
As Lumiere made his way forward, a crowd of high demons and lesser demons gathered around the imposing silhouette of Vyndariel's castle, which stood as an ominous beacon of power. All eyes turned to Lumiere, puzzled by the sight of this seemingly ordinary boy striding towards the heart of darkness with a smile on his face.
Curiosity piqued, one of the demons dared to ask.
"Who is this girl approaching? She seems to possess no fear," he muttered to his companion, who shook his head in uncertainty. "I don't know, but something about her gives me a bad feeling," he replied, unwittingly referring to Lumiere in feminine terms.
Noticing the confusion, another demon chanced a glance at Lumiere's mana signature by sensing, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
Meanwhile, the whispers among the demons intensified, echoing through the desolate air.
"Her mana... it's over 80,000," they exclaimed, their voices a mix of awe and trepidation.
Yet, undeterred by their astonishment, Lumiere continued to approach them calmly.
Amidst the chaos and clamor that filled the air, Sehveresta, one of the five fearsome demon generals of Vyndariel, stepped forward from the shadows. His very presence demanded attention and he basked in the anticipation that rippled through the area. With a commanding stature, Sehveresta stood tall, his human-esque form exuding an air of eeriness and power.
A demonoid; human-demon hybrid.
Fiery crimson eyes, sharp pointed ears, and slicked-back white hair that cascaded down his back gave him a striking appearance. Pale skin, marred with faint red markings on the upper sides of his face, added an aura of dark elegance. Parts of his armor, adorned in light black material.
As the buzz and murmurs began to subside, Sehveresta caught wind of an approaching power, his eyes widening in surprise. Before he could voice his inquiry, his instincts kicked in. Turning to the gathered demons, his voice resonated with authority, "Retreat to the safety of the castle."
Confusion filled the air, and one of the high demons dared to question Sehveresta's command. "But why?" he asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty.
Sehveresta's gaze remained locked on Lumiere approaching them.
"You have mere seconds, before your heads rest at his feet."
The demons, sensing the gravity of the situation, wasted no time scurrying back into the castle, leaving Sehveresta alone to face the approaching threat. An eight-meter gap separated him from the casually striding figure of Lumiere, but even from this distance, the sheer radiance of mana emanating from Lumiere's body made him stand out like a beacon.
Sehveresta stepped forward from the shadowy corners, his towering form cutting an imposing figure against the backdrop of the tumultuous scene.
Sehveresta's crimson eyes narrowed as he locked gaze with the enigmatic newcomer, and with a voice resonating with curiosity, he inquired, "Who dares cross the Demon King?s territory? Speak your name!"
Lumiere's eyes gleamed with an inner radiance as he nonchalantly replied, "Yo, I'm Lumiere Del Silva."
"Eh?" Sehveresta said, shocked.
"I'm here to deliver a messa... no, send a warning. Tell Demon King Vyndariel to stay away from anything that belongs to me."
"Insolence," Sehveresta smiled.
The indomitable Sehveresta, undeterred by Lumiere's dismissive response, closed the gap between them in an instant, his movement so swift that it seemed as if he had teleported. Standing tall, his figure towering over the comparatively small stature of Lumiere, he peered down with an air of superiority, his very presence casting a shadow upon his opponent.
Sehveresta's eyes glowed with an intense inferno as he summoned a black great axe, adorned with crimson gems that shimmered with immense power. The intricate carvings etched upon its surface spoke of its history, of countless battles and the lives it had claimed.
Leaning in, Sehveresta addressed Lumiere, his voice dripping with a mix of admiration and apprehension, "You possess great strength, I can sense it pulsating within you. But-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Lumiere unleashed an unexpected punch, striking Sehveresta square in the face. The impact sent the demon general hurtling backward, his body crashing to the ground.
Lumiere wasted no time, grabbing Sehveresta by the head with an iron grip and forcefully slamming him into the earth. The shockwave of the impact reverberated through the battlefield, creating a crater six feet deep as Sehveresta's head connected with such force.
"( His strength! )"
Sehveresta groaned, his head pounding from the impact, his senses overwhelmed by the searing pain. He gathered his strength, attempting to lift his throbbing head from the earth, but before he could even begin to push himself up, Lumiere's foot came crashing down upon his skull with a bone-crunching force. The resounding thud echoed through the area.
Sehveresta grimaced, feeling the weight of Lumiere's foot pressing upon his head, preventing him from rising. Lumiere, with an air of nonchalance, looked down upon the demon general and taunted him, "Seems to me that using one of Vyndariel's prized demon generals would be a much more effective means of delivering a message. What do you think?"
Sehveresta's blood boiled at the mockery in Lumiere's voice.
A surge of fury mixed with pain coursed through his veins.
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