Amaya gazed down towards its champion. A smirk crossed it’s beautiful face and pride welled within its chest. It’s child had done well. From the looks of it, she had defeated a demon that was a half step away from becoming a greater demon, which was no small feat. Ah yes, it was so proud of her. “Welcome back my most honored daughter.” Its words slithered from its lips and were filled with the utmost sweetness.
“Father, I come bearing a gift.” Imari replied with a wide smile. Her body was bloodied, and even though she had an increased healing factor, there were still deep cuts, and weeping wounds. The demon behind her was not in much better shape than she was. Their fight must have been close.
“I see, you brought me A Gorebeast. I’m proud of you. That must have been a hard fought battle.” Each word that left the demon lord's lip was sung in the most beautiful tone.
“Yes father. I wanted to bring this beast as a sacrifice to you. As the first major spoil of war.” She let the demon drop to the ground. Blood streamed around it, and pooled underneath. Its breaths were short, and quick, clearly the trauma of the fight drove it unconscious.
“Thank you my dear daughter.” Amaya reached out with its long slender fingers, and a wave of dark purple energy reached out and kissed the forehead of the fallen war demon. It screamed in such delicious agony as its body locked up before it collapsed in a limp heap. The violet strand of energy coiled around something deep within its body, before it yanked backwards, tugging its soul with it.
It was a mass of energy so red it looked like freshly spilled blood. It hung in the air, and thrashed against its constraints with all its might. But it didn’t matter. In the face of the demon lord, it was nothing but a speck of dust. “ Imari, in honor of your recent victory, I will grant you a portion of this demon's soul. I will also craft its body into a weapon. For you have earned this right.”
The chains gripped the gore beast's soul all the tighter in its loving embrace. The soul screeched with enough energy that it shredded into two pieces. The chains flung one half towards the Imari, and the second half went screeching towards the demon lord.
The first portion of the soul slammed into the demonic champion with bone jarring force and a scream filled with pleasure ripped through the air as unbidden power tore through her. Her bones creaked, and her muscles rippled like twisting worms.
Amaya on the other hand chuckled as it reached out, grasped the spinning orb, and in one smooth motion crushed it. Strands of red laced up the side of its honey colored skin, and its eyes rolled in the back of its head. “Delicious.” Amaya whispered into the air as it sank into its throne. Even the past when the demon lord was a human, nothing came close to the sheer ecstasy it felt now. There was no chef that could make something as delicious. There was no woman who could bring such sweet pleasures. No, this was beyond words, and the demon lord savored every second to its utmost. The sheer feeling of it all reminded the demon lord that its humanity had long since fallen away. All that ever was and could be was Amaya now.
All the while, Imari was twisting herself into knots on the ground as the red energy sank into her bones. Her skin rippled as power dug into the deepest parts of her bones and tore into the softest areas of her flesh.
The demon lord eyed its child with amusement as it watched her struggle with that power. She could handle it. Already she had already stood up to a demon that was about to step into the realm of a greater demon. Now with that power, she would become a true champion. A champion, a hero for the masses that needed to be saved. The thought flickered through the depths of the demon's chest like a candle.
It’s daughter was following in her fathers footsteps. Unlike the gods that had carelessly ripped Kal away from his home world and parents, the demon lord would walk next to its daughter, and push her forward. To stand by her, no matter what happened, no matter what the world threw their way. The world would pay for the wrongs it inflicted.
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The seconds passed with such agonizing slowness, that the air filled with the sweet stench of anguish. Flowers blossomed from the dirt, and the air hummed along with the changing champion. Her muscles pulsed, and her hair took on a slight bronze hue. Her eyes swirled like vortexes as red mingled with gold. But just as quickly as the changes came, the power vanished, and left Imari as a broken heap on the ground.
“Rest now my child. I will have this beast's body sculpted into something beautiful for you to use before you go back to the front line.” The demon lord settled into its throne as its gaze left his champion. A few of the imps who stood nearby quickly scampered over to move Imari and the corpse of the gorebeast.
Amaya gazed over its realm, and it could even peer into the newly conquered area. Which, much to its shock, was going smoothly. Morningstar had taken a vast swath of land in a large push, and with Imari bringing down the gorebeast, the attack could go on unimpeded for some time. At least until the demon prince decided to take the field. In which case, either Amaya had to step in, or end the war. But the demon lord was never one to step down. No, it would take to the skies, and bring ruin to the demons of war. For they were its most hated of foes.Yet as much as the demon lord hated them, they had a special place in its loving heart. They were the sole reason Amaya could exist, and because of it, it loved them in its own cruel and twisted way.
Suddenly next to its head, the scroll appeared, and unwound in a brilliant display of light. “Demon Prince Reshep wishes to parlay. Will you allow him entry?”
Amaya gazed at the scroll for a moment as it tried to find a mention of this particular demon. But it was coming up dry. Not even Kal’s memories seemed to know who this was. It knew from a glance it wasn’t a demon of war, or a demon of joy, based solely on the name. They tended to prefer guttural names, but this one was bearable on the tongue. But that still left open a large swathe of factions.
For now, it would entertain whatever prince decided to visit its humble domain. With a quick flick of its long and slender fingers, the scroll folded up, and a single portal appeared at the foot of its staircase. The first color it noticed was green. It was a putrid green that seemed to sink into the dirt and pollute the air.
It was rancid and vile as it bled into existence and carried with it the acrid stench of rotting corpses. Instantly Amaya knew what this demon was. It was a plague demon. Which outside of the smell and appearance, were arguably the more benevolent of the demons. They represented the cycle of life. All things must come to an end and they were its herald.
“What brings a member of the plague council to my lands.” Amaya’s voice split the putrid air like a golden knife, chasing away the vile pollutants.
“Ah, so my ears did not deceive me. It is you old friend.” A voice tore through the portal. It was raspy, and ancient. The words dripped with phlegm and growled like a tumbling rock.
Amaya rose a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, and as the creature stepped through the portal. A demon that looked vaguely human stepped into existence. It wore metal armor that had long since rusted over. Intestines peaked through cracks in that armor and puss weeped into the air, dripping to the ground below it and sizzling. Wretched green miasma clung to the figure's form as it stumbled. Each step was jerky and forced, and the sound of squealing metal clashed with the ambient hum of the utopia.
“I never thought I’d get to see you again.” The weak eyes of the demon prince glanced up at the demon lord. Its words were forced, and clipped, and the sounds of liquid filled lungs gasping for air were evident.
“And you are?’ Amaya asked as it grimaced at the walking mess. While the demon lord could admit that it could see the beauty in what it had become, it’d much prefer it in another form. Something that wasn't so.. homely .
The demon prince chuckled, or at least tried to through it’s choking breaths. “Jason.” Once more the demon forced the words through dried lips as puss ran down it’s green and decaying flesh.
In an instant Amaya’s world seemingly flickered as a link to its past sat before it. Jason was Kals oldest friend and to see him like this was such a shock. Amaya was curious, just what had happened to make a hero like Jason fall to the plague demons, and why did he decide to visit here?