《Re:Demon Lord》Chapter 7 - Entertainment
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Eating the elves had satisfied my hunger then again I realized after that I was turning back to the person I once was in my previous life. I was betrayed by my friend so I took a solitude life but over time my heart softened and gave a place to a girl. But that was a mistake, she betrayed me... no she didn't betray me, she abandoned me. The place was becoming horrid over time and there was scarce food remaining. And for us there was nothing left to eat.
We loved each other very deeply and promised we would be together to death but she killed herself for my sake. She wanted me to live and so she presented herself to me as a food. I was dumbfounded but soon insanity took place in my mind making me the person who I am.
I wanted to leave that scar behind and make a new life without any connection to my previous self but it seems I can't do it. So, my only choice is to accept who I really am. Deep inside I guess I want the idiots back at the castle to acknowledge me for who I am. If that wasn't the case why would I let them live this long for treating me like dirt. I guess I am an idiot myself for trying the impossible. But trying is better than doing nothing. The fact that Anna cares for me is solid proof enough to keep trying for better results.
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Still I wonder how long those elves are gonna take to come, I am icting to kill. I wonder if they will even get that letter. Well, if that guy fails to do his job then I can just follow his blood trial and figure the rest of the way. I guess this bad habit of mine isn't gonna get cured anytime. I really am a psychotic monster.
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Wielder Of Aldrake's POV
Boring..........
This campaign against the demons is boring as hell. I want something interesting to happen. What was the reason I came here? Oh yeah, I was instructed by the god personally to deal with the demons. Pff...hahahaha... to think god would get scared of those puny demons.
All of a sudden god called me over to Heaven's Realm full of sweat. Hmm.. which god was he again? Let me think... Oh! I remember he was the God of Lightning Opium.
"Leila.. so you have come. I have an urgent mission for you. It's for the sake of the world." He frantically said.
"Yes, my lord. Tell me what is it that worries you?" I answer to him politely even though I don't want to but I gotta suck up to him.
"My life is in danger. You will be said to be awakened as apostle among the elves for you to support elves." He said with sweats dropping from his forehead.
I was very interested in how his life was in danger. A demon even able to make a god fear was very interesting. All my life I never had anything interesting.... always serving these gods was boring but this might actually be quite interesting.
"Who is it that threatens your life my lord?" I ask him to inquire about it more as I was very curious.
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"I do not know very well but according to the God of Oracle Naktasa, he was the demon lord. So, kill him quickly also annihilate all the demons as well." Hmm.. so the demon lord is that powerful was the only thing I could think.
I have already lived for 2000 years but I have never heard demon lord becoming strong enough to become a threat to the god and moreover seeing the mortals fight war was one of the gods entertainment. But still it didn't matter to me what the gods did. all I wanted was to satisfy my own boredom.
Living for 2000 years is very exhausting, I was once an elf but now I am but a pawn of the gods 'Archangel'. The gods gave me this special position to become an archangel after seeing my potential. They granted me life free from boredom but they couldn't do it. I thought this mission was going to grant me my wish but it was useless as well.
I fought with the demon lord who was very pathetic. All his attacks proved useless against my holy barrier and without anything to entertain me with I finished him off not leaving a trace of his existence. With that it was easy killing all the little followers of the pathetic demon lord, so with that among the 3000 soldiers, I sent 2000 to finish them.
I was expecting a quick sweep without any resistance since almost all of the demons were killed by me. I was waiting for this boring campaign to finish but what I heard an hour later could have been the most interesting thing in my life.
A messenger came with liquid dripping from his crotch and leaving the trail of blood. I could see that he was barely alive, his eyes were shagged and his whole body was shaking. After a couple of seconds he just collapsed... he was dead. If I remember correctly, he was the third prince of the elves. To seem him in this condition I couldn't help but smile. I was truly interested as to who did this.
Seconds later a guard came and gave me a letter. It said
'How are you maggots doing? If you maggot are doing fine then very soon you won't be. Just like how your apostle have awakened or whatever shit it is, I the true demon lord have come to slaughter you all like the pigs you are. Prepare your doom. If you want to end your miserable life quickly come to the barren land filled with your bretheren's corpse or wait for the inevitable.'
That was how the letter went and was written by blood. Truly interesting was only thing I could think. Many of the soldiers were shocked but they look at me and start gossiping like 'We have apostle-sama so there's nothing to worry'. I really hate these low life scums. They can't even wipe their own shit off their ass but still I don't want anyone to ruin my entertainment, do I?
With that I followed the direction of the blood trials since it's probably the way towards my destination. He thought a good way to point me towards his destination. I already feel a little bit of entertainment thinking how cunning this guy is.
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