Chapter 88: Death (1)

88 Death (1)

Chapter 88: Death (1)

Lothar entered the domain of his teammate, his eyes reflecting countless women helplessly hanging on the tree's branches.

How come this sight was so satisfying?

He had seen women of different female species under enslavement and in much worse conditions, yet there was something so content in the vista of women from the female dominated world getting this cruel treatment.

Soon, he noticed Aimee and Seraphina and smiled.

"Susan was here, wasn't she? What does she want this time?" Lothar could imagine Susan coming here to get a better reward for helping them recruit another male into their demonic ranks.

Which was what Gilmore confirmed, "She wants our help to get some land for herself. What's your opinion on it?"

Drinking his soda while comfortably sinking into his chair, Gilmore threw a glance at his demon friend, whose rank was just a little higher than his.

Yet, that was enough for Lothar to have the last say in the crucial matters.

"That's fair. Hunter seems like a real deal," Lothar leaned onto the wall, crossing his arms. "Just don't eat her without me."

Gilmore chuckled, "I already told her we will have a lot of guests soon."

After that, the conversation switched to more casual topics.

Lothar said, "Hunter shared with me that funny story about people believing that Big Brother Lucifer is going to return once half of the world gets drowned in his monsters."

Hearing this, Gilmore's precious soda fountained off his lips as he burst out laughing.

He choked and hit his chest a few times.

"This one! Haha! It's so amusing how easy it is for those humans to be manipulated!" Gilmore sneered. "It's already a miracle that new souls can be born in this damn universe! Yet, only a few of this world understand that! Only those understand that Big Brother Lucifer can't be so easily brought back!"

Which was because the Law Of Reincarnation has been gone off the universe.

However, Lothar, who has been secretly studying death for years now, figured out that it wasn't gone.

It was simply lost.

Otherwise, it would have been a miracle for new lives to sprout in other worlds. If no more new souls came to the worlds, the whole perspective about lives and longevity would be different.

It was terrifying to think what worlds would be if no more people could be born.

"You did well treating those two nicely," Lothar switched the topic, cleaning his mind off the troublesome thoughts. "The golden-haired one is pretty impressive. She wielded a raw lifespan on her sword."

"Seriously?" Gilmore lifted his eyes to look at Aimee.

Following his line of sight, Lothar added, "Yeah. It is good that you kept them in the proper state. They might become Hunter's first servants in his personal unit. He did his best to let them go... but once he realizes how worth it is to be a demon, he will bring them onto the same path. If not, he'll enslave them... wait."

As Lothar narrowed his eyes, he noticed something well hidden within Aimee's scheme. It was the lifespan of the tree that she had been secretly absorbing to strengthen herself.

Of course, she stopped doing that in the presence of two demons.

Alas, Lothar's eyes could notice leftovers of her plan... and that the branch keeping them high was Then, he zoomed inside and flew to the crown of the mountain of the corpses, perching himself 14:50

there.

different from others.

"She actually can absorb the lifespan of the tree?!" Lothar exclaimed, drawing his demon friend to his feet.

Gilmore screamed, "Shit! This entire lake is for the ceremony of Lord Alastor's youngest daughter coming of age in a few months! If she tainted that, we're done! Fuck it! Hunter will understand the crux of this shit once we explain it to him! I'll kill her!"

Noticing that she was found out, Aimee proceeded with her plan. She joined her legs and swayed on the branch, soon raising them high up and over herself.

In the meantime, her feet ended up coated with a new lifespan energy.

Which she used to cut herself off the branch before Gilmore's skills extended toward her.

And like a golden star, she plummeted straight to the lake.

Lothar's eyes widened, "Bold enough to sink into the lake of wailing souls..." n-.OveLBIn

His heart jumped.

In a normal scenario, thinking of Aimee as a dead woman would be normal. A human couldn't survive this much presence of others's emotions, let alone a raw soul concept gnawing on flesh.

But Aimee had already showcased that she knew something about the soul concept.

What does she know? What was the source of her knowledge?

Depending on those two answers, she might as well come out alive of this... and even stronger.

But that wasn't why Lothar's heart jumped to his throat.

Because if Aimee was bold enough to do such a thing, then what about Hunter? What if he sank into the bloodline pool, aware that he could use it for his own gain?

What were the chances of that?

"Kill her! She has to be killed for this disrespect! I will deal with Hunter!" Lothar shouted before setting off to his domain.

Confused, Gilmore clicked his tongue and began orchestrating his domain in his favor.

On the other hand, Lothar was already back in the black-tiled corridor, which seemed longer than ever before. He was running down the slope, pushing away all the enslaved women working for him there.

In fact, it was the first time he ran here.

Yet, the path just kept extending for some reason!

At last, however, he was before his destination and yanked off the door to his room, opening it, only to get blown away by the cold steam.

Which prompted him to reveal his black wings.

Then, he zoomed inside and flew to the crown of the mountain of the corpses, perching himself there.

Looking down, he clenched his hands, for the man there was no longer the same.

And his presence had sown a seed of doubt into his heart.

Lothar... grew wary.