Salvos

Chapter 519: Disillusion Part Three

519. Disillusion Part Three

Was this really it?

Haec shifted where he stood as he glanced around the throne room. Rows and rows of Primeval Demons kneeled before the vast ritual circle with their heads bowed low. There were legions of Archdemons of all shapes and sizes, waiting at the back ranks. This was the greatest army of the Demon King. All of them were loyal to a fault.

And Haec stood ahead of them all.

He wasnt nearly as high-leveled as the Primeval Demons at the front ranks. Certainly, he was an Archdemon approaching his next evolution, but so was Taburas, yet she was not here. So Haec didnt understand why he was standing at the very front at the right hand side of the Demon King.

It is time.

Regnorexs rumbling voice snapped Haec back to attention. The Demon Kings gaze was fixed only at the ceiling. Or, rather, what was left of the ceiling. The domed roof was being consumed by a massive rift in space. It was a portal that reflected an image of another world on the other side.

It was the Mortal Realm. Haec had only ever seen it twice before. The first was a long time ago. But since then since joining the Demon Kings forces he had only seen it once more. Unlike most of the Demons in Regnorexs armies, he was never allowed to cross through to the other side.

He was never given a Lair or a Domain to rule over, nor was he ever allowed to leave Regnorexs side while in the Demon Kings castle. But he was also sent on the deadliest missions, and the most dangerous tasks. After all, Haec had been taken under the direct tutelage of Regnorex, even if he didnt understand why.

But Haec didnt care about any of that. None of it mattered, because he had undergone all those trials for a single reason. And it had all culminated to this.

He was finally going to the Mortal Realm. It had been his goal. He had done Regnorexs bidding all for one reason.

And that was to see her again.

Haec closed his eyes, watching as the vast portal overhead fell upon the army. The Demon King strode forward as he bellowed, and his army followed.

Now stand. Draw your arms. Ready for battle. Brace yourself for salv

And the portal flickered. Haec blinked, watching as the image reflected above blurred. Regnorex halted. His eyes narrowed as he glanced above.

This is

He trailed off as the image focused for a moment, showing the picture of a silver-haired girl. A Demon? Haecs eyes went round at the sight of that figure. His jaw dropped and he whispered.

Thats

And Regnorex clenched a fist. A black aura wisped off him, and Haec stumbled back. The kneeling Primeval Demons flinched, while the Archdemons dropped to the ground. A powerful overwhelming force shook the room the intense pressure sent cracks rippling across the floor. It was the fury of the Demon King.

I see.

Haec gasped as he collapsed to the ground, Regnorexs rage palpable, bearing down on his shoulders. But still, he didnt tremble as the Primeval Demons did. The fear wouldnt keep him down, because he knew what he saw. He forced himself back up and raised his head, glancing up at the flickering rift.

Even though the image was blurred even though she looked so different from the last time he saw her he was certain it was her.

It was Salvos.

His companion.

And Haec just smiled.

Goodbye.

I whispered softly, before shaking my head.

For now.

And the last of the portal vanished. All I stared at behind me was an encroaching emptiness. For a moment, my gaze lingered on the space of nonexistence. Then I slowly swept my gaze forward. I looked towards my destination.

Towards the end of the tunnel.

And there it was. A place that was so familiar, yet so foreign. The Nehterworld.

My home.

But it wasnt the vast white canvas that spread out endlessly in all directions. I didnt even see the dark red sky that never changed.

No I saw a sight that I would normally see in the Mortal Realm. It was a large throne room, with legions of figures standing in wait for me. They wore partial bits of clothing that mimicked mortal dress, but it was like they didnt actually know the reasons why mortals wore said clothing. A few of them wore pants on their heads, while others had shirts wrapped around their shoulders.

It was the Demon Kings castle. And Regnorex himself waited for me with a welcoming party of Primeval Demons.

Heloomed over the other side of portal as a terrible black aura burned around him. His gaze locked with mine, and I could sense his anger, even from what felt like an infinite distance. His mouth moved, and I heard nothing for a few moments. Until

So the Devils Daughter decides to interfere!

His voice came out a distorted mess. I somehow heard his words even though I wasnt even in the same plane as him. I was quite literally in broken space, with my own bits of reality covering me, wholly separated from the Netherworld. Yet, the Demon King bellowed, and I flinched.

Do not think that just because your father is a Primordial Demon, I will spare your life! You have nowhere to run! You will die by my hands!

I bit my lower lip, drawing closer and closer to the end of the tunnel.

Huh.

I could feel Regnorexs power even from here. I knew that the moment I went through, I would be dead. His gaze bore into me, and I grinned.

Good thing Im not going there!

I stuck my tongue out at the Demon King, before raising a hand. I hadnt been idle, even as I flew through this empty space. A shimmering light flickered over my body, and my [Fragmented Pocket Dimension] rippled. Regnorex paused as I laughed.

[Greater Teleportation]!

And I vanished as the Demon King screamed in a rage. The image of his castle vanished, replaced with a shining golden disc overhead. I crashed into an invisible ground, watching as the fractal world around me shifted.

Regnorexs roar echoed in my ears for a moment as I lay there, chuckling softly. And then I heard it. A slow clapping. I raised my head to see a crimson figure sitting before me with his legs crossed.

My dad smiled at me as I tried to get to my feet.

Congratulations, my daughter. You really put on quite a show this time for your old man.

And I collapsed to the glass-like ground in exhaustion, groaning.

Ouch.