ol 3: Prologue (2)
In a secret section of the Brimstone family's castle, the Brimstone castle. A private meeting was being held by half of the top elders in the family, alongside the highest-ranking members of two of the most important divisions in the family. The head of Information Aamon Val Brimstone and the head of the specialized assault unit, Izabel H. Brimstone.
Present was also the former head of the specialized assault unit, Citrus H. Brimstone alongside five of the ten elders of the Brimstone Family, while seated at one of the head seats of the long stone table was the current head of the Brimstone Family. The Demon lord Malik Vyle Brimstone.
At this moment, however, the room was deathly silent. It was so quiet that even the breathing of everyone present here could be heard loud and clear. They all stared at the holographic projection in the center of the table in disbelief, even Citrus had a look of surprise on her face which soon warped into something more ugly and unsightly.
The tension in the room rose before it was suddenly broken by a crisp voice. "Alright, that's enough. Aamon, finish your report." Malik spoke in a stern and curt tone that snapped everyone awake from their daze. Marquis Aamon bowed slightly at the demon lord before continuing his report.
"As you all had seen. The report was accurate, this makes the failure to capture the Nymph even more damaging. Not only is the female demon a possible member of one of the Five, but she may also even be at the level of a Demon Duke. Adding a behemoth who can enter the demon king's castle at will and it becomes even more of a problem."
Aamon adjusted his monocle and continued, "Luckily lady Izabel was smart enough to recognize the severity of the situation and send one of her aides out to Winged City to find out more from that Aur fellow since the Zorak family's scout safe zone is closest to the castle."
"Have we received a response from the
riff-raff?" Demon lord Malik suddenly asked after mostly remaining quiet the entire meeting. Marquis Aamon then nodded and replied. "Yes my Lord, we've just received the response this morning. However, judging by his demands, I reckon the Zorak family has even less information than we do in this matter, we were lucky in that aspect."
"I see..." Demon lord Malik nodded and leaned back into his chair. He closed his one good eye and thought for a moment before speaking again. "So, what do you all think should be our next step? how do we approach this?"
Citrus was completely ignoring everyone in the meeting and only seemed to want to bother the dejected Izabel. The other five cloaked figures whispered amongst themselves before Marquis Aamon spoke first. "If you would permit me, my Lord. I have a suggestion."
"Hmm... Go ahead."
"Capturing the Nymph is still very important and I suggest we add capturing this unique behemoth to the top of our list as well. However, we must proceed with caution, according to our intel they've been inside the barrier for several days already and we have no idea what treasures they must've found in the castle already. I also suggest we try to entice him into our family with the title of a demon Duke."
"Outrageous!"
"Insolence!"
"What nonsense is this!"
"You dare ask us to make an outsider the same rank as an elder!"
Furious growls and scoffs went off in the meeting room as all five elders were sent into a blazing rage by Marquis Aamon last suggestions. They went on to attempt to berate the lowest-ranked in the room, only to be immediately silenced by a resounding blow to the sturdy stone table, making more cracks on it.
"SILENCE!" Demon Lord Malik suddenly bellowed and the room went dead silent. "Marquis Aamon, I take it you have a good reason for making such a bold suggestion."
"Yes my Lord." Marquis Aamon then went on to recount the report on the destruction of the Tier 5 magic beasts by that behemoth alone. "I believe he is easily amongst the strongest behemoth this family has ever seen and including the fact that he has access to that castle, I say his value far surpassed that of just the title of Demon Duke. If I had my way I would bestow him a region to govern and even offer him a few maidens from the branch families as his concubines and lady Izabel as his bride."
"Stop!"
Those sudden words were not aimed at Marquis Aamon, rather they halted two Detachable Demon Blades that had already drawn a drop of blood from Marquis Aamon's neck. Citrus had already appeared in front of him before anyone knew it, as she crouched upon the stone table with two daggers that had a sinister shine to them with masterful curves. They were connected by a chain that went through her robes as they wrapped around her slender waist.
The blades were only inches away from the Marquis's neck, they pressed at him from both sides that even a slight push by this young girl would take off the head of a Tier 4 mage. Her killing intent alone made him freeze and cold sweat was starting to drip down his back. If the voice of Demon lord Malik had not stopped her before she could finish the job. There was no doubt in his mind, he would've died without realizing why.
"The next time you speak about Izabel in that tone again. No one will be able to keep your head attached to your body." Her disrespectful tone was like a matter of fact. Even in the presence of the current demon lord, she had still declared that no one could stop her and no one in the room disagreed with her.
She walked across the table and returned to her seat and Marquis's Aamon just collapsed on his chair the moment the pressure was lifted, his legs still trembling in fear even though his facial expression hadn't changed much.
Demon Lord Malik sighed in exasperation as he spoke. "I understand your point of view Aamon, so I'll keep your suggestion in mind. Now then, does anyone have any other suggestions?" His gaze swept across the entire room and he acknowledges their silence as a no. "Very well then... Izabel."
"Y-Yess sir!" She stuttered as she shot to her feet at the mention of her name. It was already obvious to everyone that she had been anxious the entire time, especially since marquis Aamon kept picking on her failure the entire meeting.
"I will give your specialized unit another opportunity to redeem yourselves. Don't fail me."
"Thank you, Sir."
Demon lord Malik's eyes roamed the room and landed on Citrus who was still rubbing her cheeks on Izabel's arm and spoke. "This time don't forget to relay your findings back to us before you make any moves and take all the help you need."
"Yes sir."
"This meeting will end here." He commanded and stood up, walking out of the room before anyone could object or interject. Marquis Aamon followed behind him and the five cloaked figures slowly faded away like an illusion. Of course, they were not there from the start and had always been a projection from their respective province.
Izabel stood rooted to the spot as her body trembled slightly. Her eyes were almost watery and her cheeks were a little red. She had silently endured both marquis Aamon and the elder's ridicule and mockery the entire time simply because she had nothing to refute them with. Her plans had failed completely and even the two strangers that had interfered were now classified as S-level threats.
She didn't even receive any accomplishment for discovering them as she should have. The demon king's castle was a big deal to the great Five and she had been the one to discover a behemoth that could enter the castle at will faster than all the great five scouts and information networks, yet. She didn't receive any praise, compliments, or rewards but scornful gazes from the Marquis and all the other elders.
She was sure if her sister hadn't shown up she would've received a massive punishment. She might've lost her job and even her noble title might drop. Izabel squeezed her fist and made up her mind. She hated to do this but she no longer had a choice.
"S-sister Citrus... You said you were willing to help me last time right." She turned to Citrus and lowered her head in a bow. "Please... Lend me your help this time."
With Izabel's head completely lowered Citrus's mouths curved widely into a bone-chilling smile. It was such a sinisterly bad creepy smile that it would make anyone who sees it tremble in fear.
"Of course."
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After escorting the Demon lord to his chambers and successfully handed him over to his guards and servants, although it was just a formality. Marquis Aamon walked back down the halls of the Brimstone castle in an attempt to reach the exit as fast as he could without arousing any suspicious or curious gaze.
However, he was often stopped and greeted by the various nobles and ministers that came in and out of the castle daily. Due to noble etiquette, he was unable to ignore them and had to engage in some small talk.
After finally making his way down to the side entrance of the castle, where his carriage was parked, a sweet and feminine voice suddenly spoke to him. "Leaving so soon, Aamii~"
Marquis Aamon stopped in his tracks as he struggled to turn his head to the side. Citrus strolled down the hall to him, she smiled and said. "There's no need to be in such a rush, if others saw you then their minds would wander and you never know what would happen~"
She stopped right in front of him and pressed her chest to his. Her left hand wandering around the lower parts of his body as she continued speaking. "If something like that happens and they find out about me then... I might have no choice but to cut this off... Hehe~ you know quite well if I cut something. It stays permanently cut no matter what kind of healing spell you use."
She brought her lips closer to his before moving them next to his ears and whispered. "Your acting today was a little poor, I'm sure my father suspects something, but lucky for you those geezers didn't and my father still gave the mission to her." Her left hand grabbed firmly at his crotch as his hands and knees kept trembling slightly.
"See... if you do a better job next time, I promise to do something your rigid old wife wouldn't dream of." Her tongue slipped into his ears and down his cheek until she gave him a slight kiss on the lips that was more of a peck. She then chucked at his reactions before skipping away like a little kid.
Aamon's eyes were lackluster for a good while before finally returning to normal. He squeezes his fist tightly as he angrily trailed off to his carriage and left the palace. He finally exploded when the carriage was a fair distance away from the castle.
"That Bitch!" His fist slammed into the carriage wall almost destroying it.
He screams several curses and profanities and his assistant just silently watched him from the opposite side of the carriage. "What does she think she is. Pleasure, who in their right mind would feel pleasure from a sadistic psychopath like you!" His fury was almost limitless and it wasn't cooling down.
He had done everything she asked of him for the sake of his family but she still almost killed him in that meeting. If the demon lord hadn't stopped her she would have taken off his head. His frustration was growing and he was getting even angrier by the minute. Most of that anger wasn't even aimed at that lady but himself.
Even after all that, he looked down at his pants, not only was there a slight patch of wet stain from the slight pee that had escaped him every time she had threatened him but, his manhood was still rock hard from just her touch. 'What kind of a weakling am I?'
"Farlan, when we get back to the villa, get me a girl," Aamon spoke to his assistant. "What type would you prefer Sir?"
"Doesn't matter, just find one that is easy to dispose of and send her to my room."
"I'll see to that as soon as possible."
ol 3: Prologue (2)
In a secret section of the Brimstone family's castle, the Brimstone castle. A private meeting was being held by half of the top elders in the family, alongside the highest-ranking members of two of the most important divisions in the family. The head of Information Aamon Val Brimstone and the head of the specialized assault unit, Izabel H. Brimstone.
Present was also the former head of the specialized assault unit, Citrus H. Brimstone alongside five of the ten elders of the Brimstone Family, while seated at one of the head seats of the long stone table was the current head of the Brimstone Family. The Demon lord Malik Vyle Brimstone.
At this moment, however, the room was deathly silent. It was so quiet that even the breathing of everyone present here could be heard loud and clear. They all stared at the holographic projection in the center of the table in disbelief, even Citrus had a look of surprise on her face which soon warped into something more ugly and unsightly.
The tension in the room rose before it was suddenly broken by a crisp voice. "Alright, that's enough. Aamon, finish your report." Malik spoke in a stern and curt tone that snapped everyone awake from their daze. Marquis Aamon bowed slightly at the demon lord before continuing his report.
"As you all had seen. The report was accurate, this makes the failure to capture the Nymph even more damaging. Not only is the female demon a possible member of one of the Five, but she may also even be at the level of a Demon Duke. Adding a behemoth who can enter the demon king's castle at will and it becomes even more of a problem."
Aamon adjusted his monocle and continued, "Luckily lady Izabel was smart enough to recognize the severity of the situation and send one of her aides out to Winged City to find out more from that Aur fellow since the Zorak family's scout safe zone is closest to the castle."
"Have we received a response from the
riff-raff?" Demon lord Malik suddenly asked after mostly remaining quiet the entire meeting. Marquis Aamon then nodded and replied. "Yes my Lord, we've just received the response this morning. However, judging by his demands, I reckon the Zorak family has even less information than we do in this matter, we were lucky in that aspect."
"I see..." Demon lord Malik nodded and leaned back into his chair. He closed his one good eye and thought for a moment before speaking again. "So, what do you all think should be our next step? how do we approach this?"
Citrus was completely ignoring everyone in the meeting and only seemed to want to bother the dejected Izabel. The other five cloaked figures whispered amongst themselves before Marquis Aamon spoke first. "If you would permit me, my Lord. I have a suggestion."
"Hmm... Go ahead."
"Capturing the Nymph is still very important and I suggest we add capturing this unique behemoth to the top of our list as well. However, we must proceed with caution, according to our intel they've been inside the barrier for several days already and we have no idea what treasures they must've found in the castle already. I also suggest we try to entice him into our family with the title of a demon Duke."
"Outrageous!"
"Insolence!"
"What nonsense is this!"
"You dare ask us to make an outsider the same rank as an elder!"
Furious growls and scoffs went off in the meeting room as all five elders were sent into a blazing rage by Marquis Aamon last suggestions. They went on to attempt to berate the lowest-ranked in the room, only to be immediately silenced by a resounding blow to the sturdy stone table, making more cracks on it.
"SILENCE!" Demon Lord Malik suddenly bellowed and the room went dead silent. "Marquis Aamon, I take it you have a good reason for making such a bold suggestion."
"Yes my Lord." Marquis Aamon then went on to recount the report on the destruction of the Tier 5 magic beasts by that behemoth alone. "I believe he is easily amongst the strongest behemoth this family has ever seen and including the fact that he has access to that castle, I say his value far surpassed that of just the title of Demon Duke. If I had my way I would bestow him a region to govern and even offer him a few maidens from the branch families as his concubines and lady Izabel as his bride."
"Stop!"
Those sudden words were not aimed at Marquis Aamon, rather they halted two Detachable Demon Blades that had already drawn a drop of blood from Marquis Aamon's neck. Citrus had already appeared in front of him before anyone knew it, as she crouched upon the stone table with two daggers that had a sinister shine to them with masterful curves. They were connected by a chain that went through her robes as they wrapped around her slender waist.
The blades were only inches away from the Marquis's neck, they pressed at him from both sides that even a slight push by this young girl would take off the head of a Tier 4 mage. Her killing intent alone made him freeze and cold sweat was starting to drip down his back. If the voice of Demon lord Malik had not stopped her before she could finish the job. There was no doubt in his mind, he would've died without realizing why.
"The next time you speak about Izabel in that tone again. No one will be able to keep your head attached to your body." Her disrespectful tone was like a matter of fact. Even in the presence of the current demon lord, she had still declared that no one could stop her and no one in the room disagreed with her.
She walked across the table and returned to her seat and Marquis's Aamon just collapsed on his chair the moment the pressure was lifted, his legs still trembling in fear even though his facial expression hadn't changed much.
Demon Lord Malik sighed in exasperation as he spoke. "I understand your point of view Aamon, so I'll keep your suggestion in mind. Now then, does anyone have any other suggestions?" His gaze swept across the entire room and he acknowledges their silence as a no. "Very well then... Izabel."
"Y-Yess sir!" She stuttered as she shot to her feet at the mention of her name. It was already obvious to everyone that she had been anxious the entire time, especially since marquis Aamon kept picking on her failure the entire meeting.
"I will give your specialized unit another opportunity to redeem yourselves. Don't fail me."
"Thank you, Sir."
Demon lord Malik's eyes roamed the room and landed on Citrus who was still rubbing her cheeks on Izabel's arm and spoke. "This time don't forget to relay your findings back to us before you make any moves and take all the help you need."
"Yes sir."
"This meeting will end here." He commanded and stood up, walking out of the room before anyone could object or interject. Marquis Aamon followed behind him and the five cloaked figures slowly faded away like an illusion. Of course, they were not there from the start and had always been a projection from their respective province.
Izabel stood rooted to the spot as her body trembled slightly. Her eyes were almost watery and her cheeks were a little red. She had silently endured both marquis Aamon and the elder's ridicule and mockery the entire time simply because she had nothing to refute them with. Her plans had failed completely and even the two strangers that had interfered were now classified as S-level threats.
She didn't even receive any accomplishment for discovering them as she should have. The demon king's castle was a big deal to the great Five and she had been the one to discover a behemoth that could enter the castle at will faster than all the great five scouts and information networks, yet. She didn't receive any praise, compliments, or rewards but scornful gazes from the Marquis and all the other elders.
She was sure if her sister hadn't shown up she would've received a massive punishment. She might've lost her job and even her noble title might drop. Izabel squeezed her fist and made up her mind. She hated to do this but she no longer had a choice.
"S-sister Citrus... You said you were willing to help me last time right." She turned to Citrus and lowered her head in a bow. "Please... Lend me your help this time."
With Izabel's head completely lowered Citrus's mouths curved widely into a bone-chilling smile. It was such a sinisterly bad creepy smile that it would make anyone who sees it tremble in fear.
"Of course."
••••••••
••••••••
After escorting the Demon lord to his chambers and successfully handed him over to his guards and servants, although it was just a formality. Marquis Aamon walked back down the halls of the Brimstone castle in an attempt to reach the exit as fast as he could without arousing any suspicious or curious gaze.
However, he was often stopped and greeted by the various nobles and ministers that came in and out of the castle daily. Due to noble etiquette, he was unable to ignore them and had to engage in some small talk.
After finally making his way down to the side entrance of the castle, where his carriage was parked, a sweet and feminine voice suddenly spoke to him. "Leaving so soon, Aamii~"
Marquis Aamon stopped in his tracks as he struggled to turn his head to the side. Citrus strolled down the hall to him, she smiled and said. "There's no need to be in such a rush, if others saw you then their minds would wander and you never know what would happen~"
She stopped right in front of him and pressed her chest to his. Her left hand wandering around the lower parts of his body as she continued speaking. "If something like that happens and they find out about me then... I might have no choice but to cut this off... Hehe~ you know quite well if I cut something. It stays permanently cut no matter what kind of healing spell you use."
She brought her lips closer to his before moving them next to his ears and whispered. "Your acting today was a little poor, I'm sure my father suspects something, but lucky for you those geezers didn't and my father still gave the mission to her." Her left hand grabbed firmly at his crotch as his hands and knees kept trembling slightly.
"See... if you do a better job next time, I promise to do something your rigid old wife wouldn't dream of." Her tongue slipped into his ears and down his cheek until she gave him a slight kiss on the lips that was more of a peck. She then chucked at his reactions before skipping away like a little kid.
Aamon's eyes were lackluster for a good while before finally returning to normal. He squeezes his fist tightly as he angrily trailed off to his carriage and left the palace. He finally exploded when the carriage was a fair distance away from the castle.
"That Bitch!" His fist slammed into the carriage wall almost destroying it.
He screams several curses and profanities and his assistant just silently watched him from the opposite side of the carriage. "What does she think she is. Pleasure, who in their right mind would feel pleasure from a sadistic psychopath like you!" His fury was almost limitless and it wasn't cooling down.
He had done everything she asked of him for the sake of his family but she still almost killed him in that meeting. If the demon lord hadn't stopped her she would have taken off his head. His frustration was growing and he was getting even angrier by the minute. Most of that anger wasn't even aimed at that lady but himself.
Even after all that, he looked down at his pants, not only was there a slight patch of wet stain from the slight pee that had escaped him every time she had threatened him but, his manhood was still rock hard from just her touch. 'What kind of a weakling am I?'
"Farlan, when we get back to the villa, get me a girl," Aamon spoke to his assistant. "What type would you prefer Sir?"
"Doesn't matter, just find one that is easy to dispose of and send her to my room."
"I'll see to that as soon as possible."
