Everyone inside the banquet room was moving around like lost flies, and the guards were focused on finding the killer, the person responsible for the attack.
Damian was near a window, acting suspiciously. In his mind, Miller would certainly die, and he would use the window to escape. But the window was locked, and Miller had… a pulse?
"I am not done with you," the guard said, turning around and leaving.
The guard went to check on Miller. If there was a chance Miller would survive, then they would prioritize that and find the killer later!
One of the guards yelled, "He has a pulse! Some of us will get him to see a doctor, but no one is allowed to leave!"
There were a total of 15 guards inside that place. Six of them left with Miller while the rest remained in the room, continuing their search.
The one who spoke with Damian looked around and saw him standing in the same spot.
"At least you obeyed me. But what are you doing so far away from everyone else?"
"I just want some fresh air after that tragic accident…" Damian said as he started to cry.
It was all an act, of course. Damian moved his body to get behind a wall, placing his hand on it, as if he was about to collapse.
"Calm down, relax. Miller is fine, and we will find whoever did this. Now, I want to ask you a few questions about what you did during the banquet…"
Damian knew faking it would not work, but what he needed was a cover, like the wall he had his hand on. He stared at the guard, and with quick movements, attacked the back of his head!
One swift palm strike on the neck, and the guard was unconscious. Damian dragged the man toward a few crates, opened one, and tossed him inside.
After that, Damian went toward the window he tried to use before the guard appeared, unlocking it by using his telekinesis. No one saw a thing. All the guards inside the room were busy interrogating the others, but Damian knew they would find the unconscious guard eventually, and he had to be long gone when that happened.
'But first, I need to finish the job!'
Damian skillfully climbed through the castle walls, jumping around like a ninja. It did not take long for him to spot the six guards carrying Miller, walking toward a separate building.
'This is not where the infirmary is…' Damian wondered.
He had been in the castle for quite some time by that point, and he knew where the infirmary was. The building the guards were leading Miller to was not it.
In fact, Damian had no idea what that building was for.
'Was it always there?'
It was an ordinary-looking building, all made of stone like the rest of the castle, but it was hidden behind trees, bushes and vines. A person who did not know about it would find it hard to locate.
Damian followed the guards, pushing the double stone door, entering the mysterious building. It was a cellar, and down there, Miller was placed before an altar!
'What is this?'
Natasha had warned him that Miller was doing some black magic with all the dried-up corpses behind the locked doors, but Damian had to see it with his own eyes to believe it.
The altar had a statue of a gorgeous lady with two wings and a huge breast. There were many symbols on the ground, all red, presumably written using blood.
"We offer you this sacrifice in exchange for Miller's life!" The six guards said in unison, cutting their throats right after.
A gruesome scene! Damian saw how the blood from their wounds floated in the air, going toward the statue, which then shared some of that blood with Miller!
Miller's body shook, and his nails became claws, which he used to tear his skin off! It was horrifying! Damian watched as Miller became only flesh!
The most bizarre part was Miller's eyes. He ripped them off and two new ones grew in their place. They looked nothing like human eyes; they resembled more those of a demon.
"Haha, I am finally free!" the demon said, staring at the altar. "Did you really think you would escape the underworld, Succubus? You are there to get tortured, and that's it! Thank you for trying to flee and freeing me instead!"
It was not the first time Damian faced a demon, but the one Miller turned into was strange. His eyes sent a shiver down Damian's spine, and the flesh creature he became was terrifying.
"And who are you, weakling?" the demon said, staring at Damian.
Damian's gaze never left his opponent, as he analyzed its power. It wouldn't be an easy fight…
'I don't know if I can make it!' he thought.
While the two were staring at each other, a few portals opened around the castle, and smaller demonic creatures came out of them, like imps, minor demons, and so on.
The screams were so loud Damian could hear them even inside the cellar.
"I believe my demons are attacking the castle as we speak! We are going to take over this dungeon floor! Yet another one for the underworld!"
"I don't care who you are. Just die for me."
The demon dashed toward Damian, using its claw to attack him! Damian moved his body to the side, avoiding the attack, and then jumped away after that.
"Oh? You have reflexes to dodge. But can you dodge this?"
All the blood inside the room quickly condensed into a spear, which flew toward Damian's belly, piercing it! He tried to block or dodge, but it was too fast.
"Bye bye," the demon said, laughing like a maniac.
He grabbed Damian's arms and ripped them off! The pain and the blood loss were enough to make him faint, losing consciousness.
The demon left the cellar, joining the rest of his army, which were attacking the castle.
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