~ Chapter 139: Eventel (Part 3) ~
“You will pay for this insolence!” Eventel shouted and then pointed his hand at me.
Magic Energy was charged up in the center of his palm and then released in the form of a spell that cast a stream of ice spikes that flew at half the speed of sound. The sheer power of one of them could have taken out a Godlike Adventurer with ease, but that was only because of their penetration power.
Before the first spike could hit me, I jumped to the left and ran alongside the wall. The ice spikes pummeled at the stone blocks from which it was made, cracking and piercing some of them. The demons who were unlucky enough to be struck by them either died on the spot or were gravely injured as a result.
With a smirk on my lips, I began to approach Eventel while dodging the spikes he hurled at me. I was dancing through the dangerous attacks, dodging them at a distance of millimeters, while smiling at my foolish little brother who had yet to realize how powerful I was.
In his mind, I was still the weak older sister who had to flee from the Demon Continent in order to survive. I was still the same demoness he was so ashamed to be related to that he would forbid her name from being spoken in his city.
It's time to correct that foolish perception of yours, little brother.” I thought calmly as I clenched my fist in order to strike.
“Stay back!” Eventel cried out and created a metal wall one meter thick, three wide, and four high in front of me.
I punched it and sent it flying in the sky.
“No can do, little brother.” I said and then grabbed the wall as it came falling down. “Let your big sister give you a well-deserved spanking!” I said with a gentle smile on my lips and then slammed the wall on top of him.
I heard his armor crack, but it didn't shatter, so I slammed the wall down again, causing it to bend a little. Eventel's Magic Armor managed to survive, but it was clear that he was pouring all of his remaining Magic Energy into it.
“That's good, little brother! But I'm quite curious to see how how long you'll manage to resist!” I declared with a zeal for proper education as I slammed the wall down again.
Using the big piece of metal, I continued to beat Eventel into the ground until a big crater formed around him, and his Magic Armor finally shattered.
“P-Please... n-no more...” he begged.
Tossing the metal wall to the side, I walked over to the groaning demon. His beautiful armor was now bent and cracked in various places from the numerous strikes it received. His prized decorated sword, which he dropped next to him, looked no different as its blade got twisted in a weird way. My little brother was now in tatters, and I was standing there smiling victorious.
“Not bad for a weakling of an older sister, right?” I asked as I offered my hand to help him get up.
“Huh? A-are... are you really her?” he asked a bit confused as he got up on his feet.
He was staggering a bit from exhaustion, but he wasn't in any danger. I went easy on him. If I really wanted to kill him, a single punch would have sufficed.
“Tell your guards that I'm not here for your title as a Duke of Chaos, I just want to talk.” I told him.
“Was beating me up like this necessary?” he asked with a groan as he took out a Magic Energy recovery crystal from his Inner Mind and then absorbed it until it turned transparent.
“No, silly brother!” I laughed. “You are a true demon, so you should know that no matter what I would have said, you would have dismissed me. You came to believe in my power only after I used it to beat you up!” I said and patted him on the shoulder.
He showed me a wry smile.
“So, aren't you going to invite me inside? Blood is sacred, after all.” I told him as I reminded him of the law that prevented him from killing me and I him.
Eventel nodded and led the way inside. Witnessing this exchange, the guards had finally received the confirmation that I was indeed the Queen's daughter.
“Do you have a wife, brother?” I asked as I looked around his palace.
The walls were decorated with realistic paintings of beautiful landscapes from all across the Demon Continent. I recognized several of them, including the Plains of Fire, where lava rivers could be seen stretching from one point of the horizon to the other; a scene from atop a cliff on the Spikeback Ridge as the sunset fell over the Proving Ground below; a summer scene from the Shiver Plains; and the Trembling Peak from the edge of the Lostsky Forest just as the two moons Lunaris and Lunoria flew across it. A couple of others I didn't recognize, but the one that stood out was the painting of a beautiful demoness in a white dress as she played in the crystal-clear waters of a spring's waterfall. She had fair long blond hair, deep green eyes just like Illsy's, and a beautiful smile that could enchant through its sheer innocence. It was because of this painting that I asked him something like that.
“Yes.” he stopped and looked back at it. “Her name is Viola.”
As he did so, I could sense some sort of deep sadness in both the tone of his voice and the gaze in his eyes. It was like a soldier fighting in a lost war, knowing full well that on the other side of the battlefield was his precious loved ones whom he will never see again.
“Hm? Has something happened to her?” I asked him as I approached the painting.
“Does it matter to you?” he glared at me, wiping away the sadness he was showing a moment ago.
Turning around, I looked him in the eyes and replied “It does.”
He looked at me for a long moment before clicking his tongue and walking away.
Although he didn't say anything, I could tell that my words gave him something to think about. A helping hand from someone who bested him in battle wasn't something someone in the position of a Duke of Chaos would simply ignore.
While we walked through the long corridors, Eventel gave orders to the nearby maids to go and prepare the guest room and tell the chefs to prepare a good meal. The servants did as they were told and didn't ask any further questions. The guards also refrained from staring at me or at his tattered armor so as to not bring shame to him. After all, our battle outside wasn't what you would call unnoticeable.
Eventel brought me to a big dinning hall with a long table for fifty people. On the ceiling, there were two big crystal chandeliers that gave off a white magic light. Every seat had a silk cushion sewed with golden thread, and the crest of the Duke of Chaos Eventel was on the back of the chair, a sword covered in a thorny vine pointing towards the sky. The furniture in this room was made from a type of white wood and was decorated with intricate carvings. As far as enchants went, every single item in this room, including the palace itself was enchanted to resist the incredible strength of the demons who lived here.
There were ten demon guards who watched over this room, ready to assist their lord in case anything happened. Four maids with a humanoid top half could be seen waiting on the other side of the room, waiting to take our orders. Among them was one that had the bottom half a spider, which kind of surprised me, seeing as their kind were mostly employed as soldiers. Their strength and agility wasn't one that should be underestimated. Then again, considering the length of this table, she could have also been the appointed Word Runner.
“Please. Do take a seat.” Eventel said as he sat on the chair at the end of the table.
In a High Demio's residence, there was usually a rule through which the guest sat down on the other side of the table. Considering the length of this one, this would have meant that I would need to shout every single thing I wanted to say or at worse use a Word Runner.
When I was young, I was shown mother's three separate dining rooms. One of them was a simple 2 by 2 table where you could converse normally. It was meant for close acquaintances, or highly important diplomats. The second dining room had a table similar to this one, where she usually invited the High Demio who required something from her. The demon who ran back and fourth with the message was called the Word Runner. As for the third table, it was five times longer than this one, and it was meant only for those individuals mother found their very presence as displeasing.
Now that I remember, father and mother had dinner at that table for two weeks after she found him flirting with a High Demio's daughter. Well, he was trying to coerce her into accepting a slave contract with him and not sleep with him, but that part of the explanation never reached mother's ears. I thought and took a seat right next to Eventel.
When he saw this, he furrowed his brow, but I ignored him. For two strangers, this would have come out as rude, but I was his big sister.
“Do you wish to eat anything in particular?” Eventel asked.
“No, thank you. I've eaten already. My sister-wife is an excellent cook!” I said with a smile.
“Sister-wife?” he raised an eyebrow at me “You share your husband?” he asked.
“The blood of the mother above that of the father. That was the law, wasn't it?”
In the Deus family, we couldn't say that we had either a patriarchy or matriarchy. We were a bit weird when it came to that. On the Demon Continent, however, it was one of the main laws. It stated clearly that a family should always have a matriarchy instead of a patriarchy.
Although having a man as the head of the family wasn't completely unheard of, for it to happen would mean that he was an exceptional demon. That being said, it was more common for a demoness to have multiple demons serve her as their husbands rather than the other way around.
“After having witnessed your strength, I can only expect for this husband of yours to be far more powerful than you. Although, to be honest, I don't understand how a man can be shared among multiple women. It's more natural for a woman to have multiple men by her side.” Eventel said as he leaned back in his chair.
Most demon men thought like him, and I too believed that I was going to have only one or maybe two husbands at most. That was why when I found myself married with Illsy, the possibility of sharing him struck me like a lightning bolt. At the beginning, I couldn't even think about it, and my instincts were telling me to do something about it.
A demoness' possessive desire over her demon mates was rather strong, bestial even. To be a demon with more than one wife was insanely difficult. Mother didn't outlaw this type of marriage because she simply found it fun to watch other demonesses struggle with their instincts which required them to make that demon theirs and only theirs.
“My husband, Illsyore Deus, is quite formidable, true, but I would like to point out that my relationship with him and my sister-wives isn't the same as those others you might have heard of.” I told him with a smile.
“Oh? So you don't fight over him?” he asked with a scoff.
“No, there's no need to. Our relationships were made in such a way that even a demoness' natural instincts can accept them.” I said with pride in the tone of my voice.
“Can you really say that even though you are just a half?” he asked me with smile curling up on his lips as he lifted his chin up by a little, as if he was looking down at me, taunting me.
“My demoness instincts have always been strong, brother. And so have my Dungeon ones, which surprising are similar when it comes to choosing a sexual partner. My entire being desires more than one man to hold in my grasp, but my husband managed quite exceptionally to tame this strong impulse of mine.” I replied with a smirk.
“Very well. Let us assume that I believe this nonsense about such an impossible man.” Eventel nodded, taking on a more calm and stoic expression “This should be enough casual talk, now to get down to business, sister. Why did you wish to see me?” he narrowed his eyes at me.
“Oh, dear brother, I merely had one question. Why do you hate me so much so as to forbid my name from being spoken here?” I asked.
Eventel let out a sigh and said “I figure that was the first thing you wanted to ask me.” he then closed his eyes and continued “I was... made to do it.”
“Made to do it? Who in the name of Melkuth could do something like that?” I asked raising an eyebrow.
This was a bit unbelievable to hear because there shouldn't have been anyone besides mother who could order a Duke of Chaos like that. They were, after all, the most powerful demons on the entire continent.
“Solstark, the Duke of Chaos who oversees the city at the edge of the Plains of Fire, and also... the father of Viola.” he opened his eyes and looked into mine.
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