HPDBC Chapter 8: A New Look
Chapter 8: A New Look
Chapter 8: A New Look
Right after Ty signed the contract paper, it started emitting a radiant glow, casting light upon everyone below. The Demon King, who had his eyes gleaming with anticipation, bellowed, "Show me what you've got, boy!"
"Elithira," he continued, his voice filled with amusement, "Stop toying with those bunch of weaklings. Clear the trash out. I don't want anything to obstruct my view of the show," saying that he settled back, ready to witness the spectacle.
A wicked grin, tinged with a mix of delight and fury played on Elithira's lips. "Finally, a chance to show off," she purred, drawing her blade close.
She then loudly proclaimed, "It's time to throw you out of the party and where you weren't invited," saying that she thrust her sword toward the ceiling of the hall and screamed, "Purple Dream Land!"
All of a sudden, a black fog began to shoot out of her blade, leaving Caelum and Valerian, who were standing beside each other, completely bewildered.
Caelum uttered, "It could be a close equivalent to our Max Ultimos. Whatever she's plotting to do, we should release our evolved states befo—" However, before he could continue any further, his words were cut off as blood started trickling from his lips.
Taking a look down at his chest, he saw the sharp tip of the blade protruding from it.
Only then did he understand that Elithira had plunged her blade into his back while he was talking, meanwhile, Elithira let out a chuckle and mused, "What, you think this is some kind of fair fight where we all just go out fighting?"
With a wicked smile forming on her face, she shouted as she twisted the blade while it was still inside his chest, "Descent of the Damned Rope."
At the same time, Valerian swung his blade at Elithira's neck, however, his effort turned out to be futile as Elithira caught it with her bare hand, before she teased, "For a vice-captain, you sure are inexperienced. To show up in your base form is the perfect sign, Valerian, the prideful."
After having disposed them off, Elithira menacingly pointed her blade at them and jeered, "Next time, tell your Headmaster to send someone who is more challenging." But before she could continue further, Aurelius cut in defiantly, "This isn't over demon. We'll return for the platinum soul!"
A resounding snap echoed from the throne, diverting everyone's attention towards the Demon King.
"The soul," the Demon King declared, "Now resides within the Infernal Depths. Here, I reign supreme and only the Angelic King has the ability to challenge my decisions. If he desires Ty's soul, he can personally plead his case."
Saying that, the Demon King leaned back, and crossed his legs with a smug smile plastered on his lips. "Or perhaps Ty can show you the way out."
As he said that, the light around the Contract dimmed, allowing Ty's soul to be suspended in mid-air. The once-vibrant red mark on his soul now looked like an old scar that had faded with time.
Ty blinked, looking around for anything different, "Did anything change?"
The Demon King raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a sly grin, "Let's see, shall we?"
"SNAP"
A snap echoed, and the space beside the Demon King seemed to have been torn open, revealing a small portal. Through that portal, a coffin, similar to the one earlier but less adorned, slowly rolled out.
The Demon King leaned closer, a mischievous light in his eyes. "Alright, Ty, now it's time for you to make a move. If you still aren't able to successfully integrate with this soulless body, your own soul will be lost to the void, and even I won't have the ability to reach it with all my powers."
Determination flared in Ty's ethereal eyes, every part of him pulsed with energy that was urging him to get back to his old life, to face his love once more.