Amon’dy P.O.V.
“Master Core has been in retreat for nearly three months. Master has gone in retreat several times before, but rarely longer than a month. I wonder what’s keeping them. The last time we ended up with a failure of a true black dragon, which managed to die before growing old enough to become a real force to reckon with.” These were the types of thoughts that were active in her mind.
Amon’dy walked through the hallways of her personal domain which was decorated with flames, spikes, decaying mists, creatures made of darkness, imps, hellhounds and other demonic creatures. All of whom either bowed or scurried away as she walked by. Her Master had granted her control over this area, linking her to an extension of themselves which her Master was able to create upon reaching a high enough level. With this she was able to manage this area herself as though she was the Dungeon core, her Master, herself. This granted her control equal to her Master’s, and allowed her to form an internal hierarchy which was naturally only found in the depths of Hell or in the Abyss. Now only a sliver of her Master’s own will remained in this area, sleeping deep inside the extension of themselves which she had control over. It was almost as though her Master had split itself apart purely for her.
“I wonder what Master needs me for, perhaps… Perhaps he needs me for an experiment” she thinks excitedly, blushing at the thought.
It was a simple step by step growing cycle. Every demon of a higher level than an imp or a hellhound would have to lay their eggs every ten cycles. These eggs would hatch into imps or hellhound pups, or other types of demons. These would then fight and kill each other to grow up into higher leveled demons. Unlike almost all other types of creatures only demons had to have such a vicious cycle of breeding, killing, and growing. Most other creatures could live from the ambient mana which the Dungeon Core radiated, but Demons and Abyssal creatures required Demonic or Abyssal mana, which only a Dungeon Core of the same type emitted, and Amon’dy her Master was but a regular one. Her master was a regular Dungeon who had grown to amazing heights of power, spanning past several large kingdoms, and even including a multiple smaller ones, and because of this was respected by monsters such as herself, and other creatures such as Humans alike.
And despite that her nearly all-powerful master had taken its body apart and given her a piece Amon’dy could not be satisfied. She desired more, perhaps to own all of her Master. She bit her tongue to dispel the thoughts, she bit it until it bled and she had to spit out her blood. Blood which other demons oh so happily tried to consume. And when they did they would either grow above and beyond the average demon of their generation, or be consumed by the blood itself to form one of Amon’dy her many personal minions.
“No… No foul thoughts against Master Core… I can’t betray him, I can’t follow my instincts. I swore to serve and protect the Master. I can’t fall to my Demonic desires. He already gave me so much.” She tries to convince herself, to solidify her resolve. But this isn’t the first time these thoughts float to the surface of her mind for her to suppress. And they have been coming up there more and more often as of late.
She arrived at what would be considered the entrance to her “Boss Room”, the place she was to fight if anyone would ever get so far. This was the place where her body would be reformed in by her Master if she ever was to be defeated and slain. It was a humongous circular cave made of yellow stone, flames fueled by the death and of the hundreds if not thousands of dying Demons both above and below. In the center of the room, suspended by two stone bridges decorated with gargoyles in all shapes and sizes, was an island with a small castle on it. This castle was where she would fight if so-called ‘heroes’ were to get this far.
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The doors of this castle opened to allow her in. The floor was tiled in black and white, and pillars decorated the walls, between each of which were hidden doors leading to other rooms such as her personal torture chambers, alchemical research room, and others. Directly opposed from the main entrance which she had used was a raised platform, approximately one third the size of the room itself. Two thirds of this platform was covered by a bed, her bed.
This was her room, but not her destination. She walked by her bed, out of the door which was previously hidden by her bed. She turns the knob in such a way to bypass the traps and continues. She walks over the second bridge and into the next area. This area was the area under Hornscale’s management, her Master’s eldest living servant. And it connected to the very lowest area of the dungeon, their Master’s personal research area.
As she finally arrived in one of the rooms which connected to her master’s area she saw Hornscale disappear into the portal, leaving her locked outside to wait. This caused her mind to once again fill with thoughts of betrayal, spite and hatred. But most of all she was filled with murderous thoughts towards Hornscale, who was given preferential treatment over her. It wasn’t as though her master did not know she was there, because her master knew, and she knew that her master knew. And yet her master forced her to wait.
Time passed and soon the portal in front of her opened once more and she was let into her Master’s chamber. She tried to force herself to let all negative emotions slip off of her. She was above all this; she was above everyone after all. But what she saw shocked her to the extreme. She saw something she had never expected to see in her Master’s chamber; she saw a human child.
And worst of all, it wasn’t some brave warrior, trained mage, or even something that could’ve gotten an achievement of sorts. It was a normal and plain human child who had even less Mana in his body than there was in the surroundings, as though it rejected the Mana so generously granted by her master. Immediately her previous thoughts and even the determination regarding them faded, and all of it turned to scorn, disgust, and more hatred. But she contained herself, not letting these emotions get to her, and forcing herself to sit on one of the seats which her Master had obviously prepared for her.
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Author-sama here. I was originally planning on posting this one last night, but I'd also set myself the requirement to finish chapter 6 before then. Things happened and I started to notice my writing pace slowing down which kinda made me sad, but that isn't the issue here. It means I've hit a part of the story I have difficulty writing, which happens sometimes. But because of that, I did have the time to look over this chapter once or twice more, fixing some things which I would've had to Ret-Con later if I hadn't fixed them now. Which is good. Once again thank you for reading my story. :)