Book 4: Chapter 86: The Conflicted Spectator
The Demon Kings Castle
Arkaz sits on his throne with an apathetic look on his face as he watches the screen in front of him showing the events going on at the headquarters of the humans military. As the Knights and Satan clash, creating absolute chaos all around them. Black and red fire torching anything in the dome, water rushing to put out the fire and only managing to put out parts of it, white light erasing everything it touches, shadows swallowing whatever they envelop whole, and purple light combatting with Arkazs own blood red Demon Light. A skill he had created in order to empower his demon forces, imbuing it into the moon itself through a ritual skill.
But no matter how much destruction Arkaz watches, he cant bring himself to care about it at all. Not even when he sees Satan beginning to slowly push back the Knights even with the humans monster on their side helping.
Meanwhile various Noble demons, all of the duke or duchess rank, kneel around the throne room, not a single one of them willing to move an inch out of fear of the Demon King taking it as a slight and killing them in an instant with a wave of his hand. Because it wouldnt be the first time hes done that in the past year since his granddaughter had entered her coma, and it wouldnt be the last.
Silence fills the throne room with the only sound being that of the battle from the screen, but none of the Nobles in the room dare even lift their heads to watch it. And Arkaz just ignores them entirely as he apathetically watches the current pseudo leader of the demon forces on Earth fight with the Knights.
At this rate he may very well beat them.
Arkaz isnt sure how he feels about that. Because it would make things way too easy on him with his granddaughter still being in her coma and unable to help the humans. And that alone burns at his pride.
Time passes and the battle continues, occasionally shifting direction with the Knights pushing back at Satan. But with the power of the Demon Light shining down from the Demon Moon backing him, Satan always pulls it back around on them. Meanwhile Amelias strongest skill cant touch him due to the astronomical mana price it would cost for her to erase him from existence.
But she does manage to erase a concept from existence in some locations within the dome. Something that Arkaz notices Satan having missed entirely before the man ends up falling into a location where gravity doesnt exist, giving Blue and Red the chance to attack him, distracting him from a blow from Black.
Satan always manages to recover whenever one of these traps is pulled though, entirely thanks to the Demon Light.
Eclipse magic is frightening even if hes still only nearing Class IV in power.
The Demon King continues watching the battles across Earth for some time before turning his attention to Tartarus again when a duke shakingly raises his head, making Arkaz immediately ask, What is it?
All of the other dukes and duchesses tense at his words, feeling a shiver of fear rush down their spines. A fear so instinctive that if they werent all at least a thousand years old, then they wouldve run in an instant.
Y-Your Majesty, I have just received news from Damien, the duke declares. The undead are now marching across the ice and he wishes to know if he has permission to-
He does not, Arkaz declares, not even letting the duke finish. Tell the duke that he is to remain standing guard over the Gate.
The duke who gave the report shivers in fright from Arkazs words, but Arkaz returns his attention to the screen again, uncaring of the mans plight as the duke says, Y-yes Your Majesty. Your will be done.
Before Arkaz can focus on the battle between Satan and the Knights again though, he notices another strange movement coming from Scarlet.
Did her lips just quirk upwards ever so slightly?
Arkaz keeps his attention locked on her, but after several minutes decides he mustve been imagining it and turns his attention back to the screen.
I hope she wakes up soon.This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.