Chapter 230 Secrets {6} - Liberty
Suddenly, a feeling of awe and courage filled her heart when she looked at the top of the pole, where a woman stood, her hair flowing with the winds she created from her movements.
She had pitch-black hair and two long horns coming out of her head. She had two long fangs, a little like a vampire, and a long tail that whipped about behind her.
Two small wings membranous wings fluttered behind her, glowing an endless pitch black that would have sucked the soul of anyone who looked directly at it.
Her eyes were a deep crimson, staring and piercing into the souls of everyone before her, while emanating an oppressive aura of a leader that filled the hearts of everyone within the room with courage and racial nationalism.
Everyone in the room felt their demon bloodline run through their veins, energizing every single cell of their being with so much power that their eyes glowed with a deep crimson as well.
As the woman looked down, she ripped off her cloak and brandished her pitch-black armor with several emerald cores embedded into it.
"Praise the king..." She finally spoke, her voice as melodious as a siren's song.
"PRAISE THE KING!" They all roared simultaneously, with even number 54 following behind the rest, almost instinctually.
'She's so pretty.' the girl thought with awe before looking down at her malnourished body.
She could not help but grit her teeth before eventually letting out a sigh.
She didn't know demons could look so good. Hell, the woman before looked more attractive than any woman she had ever seen before, elves included.
The woman's rosy crimson skin reflected the warm lights of the room with immense intensity. Her body was well-defined in all the right areas. If a human had seen her, they would have probably made a statue of her right there and then to preserve her beauty for the future generations.
Yet, despite that, one could instantly tell that he was a warrior. The girl didn't understand why she thought that way.
'She's the one who saved me.' the girl's eyes widened while remembering the form the woman had taken when she first saved her.
She looked more like a warrior back then. She was tall, and muscular, and even had a few scars on her face.
Yet, now, she was much shorter. The woman was barely 5ft 10, and her physique leaned more toward attractiveness than strength.
Placing her hands behind her back, the woman let out a cocky smirk and spoke again.
"The rebellion is close. The objective is to capture and return this city to its former glory. We have to do that within the next month, so the primary objective for now is to train all of you maggots to make sure you are ready for when the time comes." The woman spoke, and the crowd cheered with the utmost energy immediately after she stopped speaking.
Her smirk only grew in size when she heard the chants, while her aura grew more intense. Even Arloco was cheering for her.
"However, there is a reason we are taking over this city specifically." She spoke again, silencing the crowd.
They waited patiently for her next words with glistening eyes.
"The king has chosen this place to be his sanctuary. Soon, he will reach blood core and will be ready to rule over this continent once more. He will bestow us with power and will get rid of our curse once and for all. And when that occurs-!" She paused, her grin growing more ferocious while showing off her rows of white teeth and the fangs among them.
"WE WILL DESTROY THOSE LOWER BEINGS THAT DARED ENSLAVE US!" she finally roared, and like a fanatic cult, the crowd roared back, their auras erupting out of their bodies with the same intensity at the woman's words.
#52 looked on in shock before a smile tugged at the corner of her lips again. The rage she had bottled up for nearly 15 years finally reached her throat, and she let out a roar louder than anyone else's...
A roar imbued with the energy that had suddenly left her body.
Everyone looked back and was in slight shock when they felt the energy, yet, what they saw only caused them to widen their eyes further.
Black tears ran down the girl's cheeks before she dropped onto her knees.
A pitch-black aura with tints of red engulfed her, while black flames slowly came out of her body.
The auras of everyone around her suddenly moved toward her. The evergrowing flames instantly devoured them, and after almost thirty seconds of this, something else happened.
A pair of blood-red wings left her back, while the horn on her head slowly retracted into her body.
The woman standing on the long pole suddenly appeared in front of the girl with a raised brow, yet, after a significant look, both her brows rose with shock.
"Amazing..." The woman muttered while a smile shone on her face once more.
"When I picked you out... I knew you were special."
"General. What's happening?" A man to the side asked while taking a step back.
"She just broke the curse... All by herself. Apparently, all she needed was to feel the presence and spirit of other demons... Or maybe, all she needed was to feel hope for once in her life." The woman's eyes narrowed before she crouched down and, pushed her hand through the dark flames and touched the girl directly.
"It's going to be okay... You are one of us now."
"General. I remember her saying that she doesn't have a name." Arloco spoke from the side with the utmost respect.
"Is that so? However, the king already spoke of someone like her appearing soon. He told me to use a specific name for a situation like this." The woman scratched her chin, trying to recollect the name she had been told to give to the slave girl who would break the curse alone.
"I believe he called you... Liberty."
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