章 10: Chapter 10 - True (Part 1)
Oregon – Portland.
In an abandoned building, inside an apartment that only a drug user would use. Amara looked at the pentagrams drawn with blood on the walls and ceiling with a satisfied look.
Although they weren't enough to hide the indiscreet glances of Dukes and Infernal Princes, it was more than sufficient for low-ranking demons of hell. It was something she wanted to avoid at the moment, especially with Daemom still unconscious after the previous incident.
Her gaze then fell on the young man asleep on the newly cleaned couch; he looked like an angel despite the dirty and foul-smelling environment. But she knew the young man was truly an angel, or rather, half of his blood was angelic.
A true Nephilim.
And most importantly of all.
Son of Lucifer Morningstar.
Remembering previous events, Amara nervously chewed her nails as she looked at the young man with a conflicted gaze. She finally understood why she felt so close to Daemom and why she loved the warmth of his touch.
His mother made a blood pact with the King of Hell himself, and she made a blood pact with his son. Like mother, like daughter, she followed her family's legacy; it was such a coincidence that she thought God was manipulating everything without his golden throne in the Silver City.
"But would God really allow the existence of the True Prince of Hell and the Antichrist?" Amara murmured; her whisper particularly clear in the completely silent environment. She bit her lip hard and looked at Daemom with a touch of tenderness blossoming in her eyes.
"No matter, like my mother, I will serve him as I was taught by her." Then, her eyes became determined. If before she was with Daemom for her selfish desires and felt comfortable around him, now she would be with him out of responsibility and her own will.
Sitting on the floor beside him, she stroked his soft, silky blond hair with her touch, strands that seemed like gleaming golden threads easily slipping through her fingers.
"My own brother," she murmured, her gaze becoming gentler.
Though not the biological daughter of the Lord of Sin, she was raised with his power and nurtured in her mother's womb. So, she was the daughter of the King of Hell himself, even though she had never met her father before.
Then, Amara frowned, thinking about what happened. Belial would absolutely not disclose Daemom's existence; she was absolutely sure of that. If the low-ranking demons knew about the existence of the legitimate prince of hell, they would kneel without hesitation or loyalty to their own lords.
The Morning Star was the god of all demons, the belief and power source that sustained all Nine Infernal Circles.
He was God to the Demons.
Daemom - as the flesh and blood of the King of Hell - held an extraordinary status in demon society. He was the Heir to the Abyssal Throne of Hell that no other demon would question.
Because of this, Amara was absolutely certain that Belial would keep Daemom's identity secret for as long as possible, as he would benefit the most from this information. If Daemom's existence were revealed, practically all Seventy-Two Infernal Legions would be at their true lord's command.
But as long as Daemom lived, Belial could revert to being a relentless careerist and covet the abyssal throne of hell again. However, Belial knowing about him was also a huge danger to Daemom, who had not yet fully grown.
Belial controlled four infernal legions, trillions of demons thirsting for blood and destruction. Fortunately, the veil protecting the human world would never allow such a large number of demons to enter.
The angelic legions stationed in the Seventh Heaven would not stand idly by either, watching demons arrogantly enter the human world and would fulfill their purpose of exterminating demons.
"If only I could contact my mother," Amara sighed helplessly. She wanted to contact her mother, but she couldn't, not in such a dangerous moment.
Sending a signal to hell was the same as shouting her location to Belial and any other duke or infernal prince. Amara never doubted for a moment that these dukes and princes would kill Daemom to become the new King of Hell.
So, in the end, they were alone in this moment.
"I'm only fifteen years old and I have to deal with hell's leaders who are billions of years old, what an unfair world," she murmured, unable to help but smile knowing the position she was in, though it was an extremely dangerous situation, it was something she enjoyed.
This emotion was what led her to flee from hell in the first place, to be free to choose her destiny, even if that destiny was dangerous.
"Amara."
Hearing her name called, Amara's pink eyes met Daemom's blue eyes; the two stared at each other in silence for a brief moment before Amara herself broke the silence.
"Do you remember anything?" she asked, her eyes staring intensely at him. Though she hoped he would remember, she found it difficult; Daemom in that form seemed completely different from his usual self.
Lying on the couch, Daemom furrowed his brow at Amara's question. He tried to remember, but only random and scattered flashbacks appeared in his mind, making it impossible to form a complete memory.
He put his hand to his head and looked confused, but that confusion faded as he remembered something very important.
Marcus had died, died in front of him by the Knight of Hunger...
"What happened and where are we—" Rising from the couch, Daemom asked, but stopped a second later. There was no way not to stop, not when two gigantic wings unfolded instantly on his back.
Looking at the gigantic wings, Daemom's face transformed into pure confusion.
"Have I turned into a bird-man?"
Touching the wings, checking if they were truly real, his mind went blank feeling the warm and gentle touch on his wings. He could feel his own touch on the wings, as if they were a part of him, like an arm or leg.
"Why in God's name do I have damn wings!?" Daemom shouted, and his shout caused the wings to flap, creating a gust of wind that blew everything around. This, in turn, propelled him forward, causing him to faceplant on the ground.
Seeing the scene before her, Amara tried to control herself to the utmost. Her lips trembled constantly, but she couldn't hold back any longer and began to laugh, her laughter echoing throughout the apartment.
"Hahahahahahaha!"
She held her stomach and fell back on the couch, laughing uncontrollably, unconcerned with Daemom's increasingly somber look.
Snorting coldly, Daemom pushed Amara onto the couch with his body and held her arms above her head. Getting close to her face, he asked, his gaze more serious than ever, "Stop laughing and tell me what happened at the convenience store."
He remembered Marcus's death completely and when he himself was about to be killed by the Infernal Duke... he didn't know what happened after that.
There was only a crimson color dominating his cloudy memories.
Amara's face turned serious; she forced Daemom to turn around and sat on his thighs, touching his chest.
"Let's start from the beginning."
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