Captured alive by the devil, I would rather die than submit

Unlike that cowardly girl, this young girl's posture is a bit arrogant. She doesn't seem to be afraid of me at all, nor the soldiers around her, let alone the possibility of her own death. Maybe in her eyes, we people are not worth it. Mention, she has seen more magnificent scenes, we are just some ants who have never seen the world.

That's right, this breath, this girl is a descendant of the Great Sin Demon. I dare to infer that only the descendants of the Great Sin Demon can show this calm appearance so easily, even if these guys are not the lords of the family. There must also be a relationship between relatives and relatives.

There was a slight smile on the corner of my mouth, let her go, if you want to despise me, you can despise me as much as you want, I have been used to such gazes since I have been in hell for so long.

But compared to these three little guys, the demons behind them are what I care about more. If they are correct, they should be the Sea Monster Triangle.

Chapter 44. The Girl Who Fears the Power of Angels (Lipatia)

After arriving in front of me, everyone knelt down, no, it should be said that almost everyone knelt down, including the little puppet lord whose face was soaked with fierce fear, they were also trembling, but they gritted their teeth and knelt in front of me in fear, but the little succubus girl beside him stood proudly.

But I'm not careful enough to argue with a little girl. It's normal for a demon from a high-level family to have this kind of mentality. It's probably the same as all other high-level demons. She doesn't think she has lost, even if she can't. She doesn't think she has failed, and she will stand up to protect the dignity of the family and never surrender.

In order not to make the situation too ugly, I said softly: "Get up."

When the voice fell to the ground, everyone slowly stood up from the ground, but not everyone dared to raise their heads and look directly at me.

"Because the demon king was unwell and had to rest in bed, I am here to receive you today. Unfortunately, I am not a demon, but an angel. You must all know me. Some of you and I even There is an indirect festival..."

After hearing this sentence, the boy trembled violently, but was immediately held by the arm of the succubus girl beside him.

"But don't worry, I won't trouble you. What you received should be invitation letters, not arrest warrants. In this case, you have come to Satan City as guests. The Demon King and I will treat you according to the standard specifications that should be given. Therefore, there is no need to feel any fear."

"Thank you and the Demon King for your kindness."

It was the tallest demon who spoke. He looked two or three meters tall, taller and stronger than the male Rasevier. The blue face could only be described as the face of a monster, and there was no sign of it. The kindness of God's creation, the cold and slippery tentacles seem to be his beard, wriggling on the chin, the scarlet eyes are like inlaid rubies, and the difference between the whites of the eyes and the pupils cannot be seen.

He should be the most powerful one in the Sea Monster Triangle, Moshilov...

Compared with the other demons in the hall at the moment, his aura is the most violent, which is also understandable. As the most powerful general of Duke Buno Farani, his strength is beyond doubt.

I heard from Phineseli before that as a warrior and a general, Moshilofer’s strength is no less than that of Rasevier or Beida in all aspects. It is indeed the case today. After the death of Buno Farani and Zekui, Enwei, who is in turmoil, can still maintain such a powerful force. If he can be used by us, then Enwei’s situation should be much better than it is now.

"General Moshilov, right..."

"Yes, great angel." He put one hand on his chest and slightly bent his huge body.

I nodded, and my eyes refocused on the young man in front.

"Then, you should be Yauriste."

When I called his name, he widened his eyes and took a deep breath, but he still didn't dare to look up at me.

"What, are you afraid of me?"

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, tightly held the arm of the succubus beside him, and slowly raised his head, panting heavily and looking at me.

"Angel... my lord..."

"Welcome to Satan City, Yauriste. As a descendant of the Leviathan family, you are still too young. I know what you are afraid of. Now you and everything you cherish have become our property. As long as we are willing, you will pay a painful price. And you should also know how much disaster you have brought to your people and territory as Dipalona's lackey. With these, if you want to kill you, you will not survive now."

Perhaps because he is well aware of his past crimes, Jauriste did not refute any of my words, but I did not intend to make things difficult for him. He is still a child, and he has no ability to make decisions on his own in that situation. He is just a dog raised by Dipalona, ​​and now his original owner has abandoned him, and we have become his new owners.

What I said just now was just to remind him, let him understand his identity and status, his past and future, that's all.

But just after I finished speaking, Jaurister didn't make any rebuttals, but a sweet voice sounded beside him.

"Don't be too rampant! Angel!" The succubus girl stepped forward, waited for me viciously, and shouted at me with a delicate voice that didn't match the ferocity at all. "I know, we lost the war, but because of this, we can prove you are right!"

I looked at the girl with half-opened eyes, and said softly, "Who are you?"

"I am the wife of Jauriste Leviathan!"

"wife?"

That's it, I probably understand what's going on.

This is really in line with Dipalona's usual style, and also in line with her series of policies, that is, to fully develop the nature of the succubus, so as to become the king of all hell.

This girl should be the tool used by Dipalona to control Yauriste. To put it bluntly, she is also a victim. Even from her appearance, the blood of Asmodeus should flow in her body.

Crazy, completely crazy, in order to defeat Goloy, Dipalona has already disregarded any face.

"What is your relationship with Dipalona?"

"Hmph!" She folded her arms childishly, turned her face away, and didn't intend to answer my question.

"You look a bit like Dipalona, ​​so I guess you have a certain blood relationship with her, right?"

"It's none of your business! Bad Angel!"

No matter how immature her behavior or language is, no matter how mature she tries to pretend, a child is still a child.

And it is these children who have become sacrifices for the struggle of adults. They have no freedom and no future.

Throughout the post-ancient period, how many demons are like this, including Goloy and Agadina, who are also victims of power struggles.

"You are also a descendant of Asmodeus."

"Yes! I am the descendant of the great Asmodeus! What do you want!"

"What's your name?"

"Lursimer!"

"Lursimer, what a nice name."

"Of course, it's up to you to say that."

I don't hate this child, she is very stubborn, but she also has her own personality, she is not afraid of death, so it seems that she really loves that Yauriste, for her husband, this immature girl unexpectedly How dare you talk to me like that.

"What about you." I didn't say anything to Lursimer, but looked at a girl.

After being questioned by me, the girl moved back and hid behind Yauriste even more timidly than before.

Seeing this, Yauriste anxiously said to me while protecting the girl: "She, she is my sister! Angel...Master Angel..."

"That's it." I nodded. "Well, you are all too tired all the way, the banquet is ready, why don't we go eat something first, and then you have a good rest, if you have anything to say, we can talk about it later."

Chapter 45. I Haven't Betrayed My Oath (La Servier)

I did nothing wrong.

I'm right, I'm right.

I am not the one who is wrong, I am just honoring my duties and fulfilling my oath, no matter whether it is a devil or an angel, I will never judge my pious soul, because I have not betrayed myself, even if it is God, I also hold a heart of reverence.

All the killings I did were necessary for a better future, but in order to further carry out the mission I carried, I eliminated my former skin.

This... this may be a betrayal of God's creation, I admit that I must put my soul before the world, not for people's appreciation, but for the judgment of all things, as the human pagans firmly believe As described in those ridiculous myths, my soul, whether my heart is dirty, must be revealed after the trial.

Although I understand that as a devil, I may never be able to get any answers from God. Only sin and destruction will haunt me forever, and I will bear a lot of blood debts. I may not have a good end, but anyway, just like all righteous people , I have not betrayed my oath, so I do not deserve any punishment, I deserve my crown.

I'm not dissatisfied, rather, this skin, the skin that can plunder the burning desire of any man in hell, is the crown I have been longing for. It represents weakness, obedience, charm, and beauty in hell. , but it represents the lack of power, but despite this, I still know that what I pursue is something more noble, which is far from being satisfied by vulgar power.

But I doubted it. Everything that happened has shaken my soul, my heart, and the mission I have always believed in. The temple of sin in my soul was swallowed by the sea of ​​blood, and the blood of the enemy seeped into my pores , disturbed my peace, dug the foundation of the temple, pulled off the pillars supporting the temple, and collapsed. That is a sin, but it is also beautiful, and it is the essence of my existence. , Such an attack, such a slander!

What am I afraid of.

I was not wrong, I was right, and death proved it!

Yes, I am alive, and I will always be alive!It's a gift, whether it's from God or from hell.

But why... I dare not raise my head to look into her eyes, that cold gaze, the eyes of snakes, the countless deaths I have seen, the countless tears of flesh, have all become a part of her soul, when I Staring at her, I can hear the mournful elegy that echoes in my ears, resounding through hell with the flow of the river Styx.

Once the honest people began to doubt themselves, the wicked and the incompetent rats captured the king's palace, and then they did their best to rebel and destroy everything. It seemed that only in this way could they finally reach the place of their dreams. Utopia.

But why... She didn't waver.

I am the one who is shaken...

A dark and dank dungeon, here is where serious criminals are held, only those sinners who have violated not only the great law, but even more sacred things, can be imprisoned here.

Although it is said to be a dungeon deep underground, there is nothing else here except the darkness where you can't see your fingers and the sound of clocks swinging rhythmically. It seems a bit too much... quiet, much quieter than hell on the ground...

The humid air made me raise my tail. Although I have long been accustomed to various environments, there is still an instinctive behavior that occasionally requires my movements.

Without candles, without any source of fire, both of us have been used to such darkness since the moment we were born, like most demons, light is not only an illusory word, but also a hostile word. word.

In the dark, we rolled our eyes and looked at each other.

"So..." she began. "what do you want from me."

"Beda..."

"You and I both know why the design of the dungeon is so simple." She sat across from me and said flatly. "Unlike those other prisons, there are some strange things, various punishments and tortures, here... there is only darkness, as if it was the beginning of the world, and God just created this world."

I did not speak.

"Because people who are locked in the dungeon can't stay here for long, can they?"

"..."

"After being imprisoned for a period of time, they will be sent to the execution ground to be executed immediately. That's why the dungeon is designed in such a way that people can think before they die, imagine the appearance of death, imagine their body being torn apart, their head cut off, and the scene of blood spilling all over the ground, to repent and fear..."

She was right.

For the dying.

There is nothing more frightening than silence.

"But I know you have no fear," I said.

"Because I have long been dead. Although my body is still alive, my soul has long since died in that disaster, that war..."

"Don't you regret it?"

"Regret...does it make sense?"

"How many people have you killed?"

"Your Excellency Lasevier, how many people have you killed?"

She moved her body slightly, and the chains on her hands and feet rang immediately.

"The life on my hands is to create a better future, and the life on your hands is a victim of cruel order."

"enough."

"The two of us are the best proof, aren't we?" Spreading his hands. "You feel fear, but I feel no fear."

"I've said enough."

"Because I know that I did nothing wrong. Death may come too suddenly, but in order to achieve any purpose, death is inevitable. I have been killing, in order to survive, I have been killing, in order to live, I kill all the time, for my master, I kill too many people I don't know, but when I want to kill to make the whole world a better place, does it suddenly become wrong?"

"Because you broke your oath."

"Because I no longer feel afraid, Lord Lasevier, you are cowardly, you are afraid of betrayal, because what you desire is hypocritical glory, but what I desire is pure justice, even if I have to bear many crimes myself."

"Enough!" I couldn't help scolding loudly. "You have killed too many people, until now, you have no intention of repenting..."

"I'm repenting...Your Excellency Lasevier, I just don't regret it. I don't feel that I have done anything wrong, but it is undeniable that I have caused bad consequences. You may think that I am a lunatic, or so, But I'm not a fool."

"Why... Beda, I still don't understand why you still do these things after you have gained such a high status."

"Your Excellency Lasevier, this is our difference...you have never understood, and you have never been able to understand...because you don't understand at all, the pain of being a female. On the contrary, you regard becoming a female as a way of liberation. How can we understand each other like this."

Chapter 46. The Insignificant General's Order (La Servier)

It was only then that I realized, or rather, it was only at this time that I faced Beda's hatred for me, her resentment towards me, and her contempt for people like me.

Even though Beda had clearly expressed this strong hatred to me during the war, all of this was washed away by the flames of war. Now when there is no longer the heart-piercing roar, the sound of slashing and killing, and the sound of the body being destroyed and torn apart, when I calm down, listen to this sentence again, and ask me to face this fact, everything becomes cruel.

Yes, how could Beda not hate me? In her view, I am the most evil person. I am using "their" pain for pleasure. When countless females are treated as everything by males, countless females are just because of their gender. It is impossible to get what should belong to them. Countless females have become a mistake just because they are alive, and death has become their ending inadvertently.

So naturally, people like me are "hypocritical" in their eyes, using their pain for pleasure, and even seem to say "being a male also has a lot of pain, why can't females understand it", so it is understandable that I choose to become a woman as ignoring their pain.

I'm used to it and I'm ready for it, and it's for me, not to please anyone.

Whether males have opinions about me or females have opinions about me, they are all external, not my soul, nor my inner heart, neither can nor should control my life.

But on the contrary, I don't expect anyone to understand my anguish, my thoughts, and more importantly, I admit that Beda has the right to hate me and loathe me like this.

So I don't want to argue with her too much in this regard.

"I have nothing to discuss with you on this topic." I refused coldly.