The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 691 - 715: The Demon’s Desire
Chapter 691: Chapter 715: The Demon’s Desire
The Horned Demon Yapolian looked at his slowly healing wound with a resentful gaze, cursing this accursed plane yet again. The detestable Abyss, where everything was saturated with a chaotic force that made it unbearable, prevented even his own body from recovering in the correct way.
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Another one of his kind lay in the same room, a war demon, a creature similar in appearance to the horned demons but distinct with their black skin, more developed muscles, scales as tough as chainmail, and a pair of large horns growing upwards. These powerful demons wouldn’t take orders from anyone, except the Abyssal Demon Refiners and the Archdukes of Demons, whom the war demons would obey wholeheartedly, even carrying out humiliating or suicidal tasks.
The war demon in front of him was severely injured; it had valiantly fought just before at the city gates, successfully stopping the Barlow Flame Demon who was emitting white flames—though that success lasted only about a minute. Just when it was nearly killed, the Legion Commander Samuel took over the fight, and this war demon was directly brought here, sharing the spacious resting room with the Horned Demon.
Yapolian’s curse only caused the other to turn its head and glance at him briefly, then it showed no further reaction, which only fueled his rage more. Although the status of horned demons was lower than that of war demons, Yapolian’s case was a bit special because he didn’t consider himself as just a horned demon, at least not once before.
Yapolian vividly remembered his life before he became a demon. He had once been a minor tax official, traveling through the wilderness between villages, collecting taxes on behalf of the lords residing in their castles. It was a truly miserable time—the weather in the wilderness was unpredictable, sunny one moment and pouring rain the next, deadly snakes lay in the grass, lethal scorpions hid under rocks, not to mention the malevolent robbers in the forests—and they were the worst of all. The peasants disliked him, the nobility looked down on him, even the filthy prostitutes dared to mock him behind his back…
Fortunately, all that ended when he met his best friend, a little angel named Zaku. From this creature with bat wings, red skin, and cute curved horns, he learned how to “properly” utilize the power he had, and how to secure a “fair” compensation for his hard work within the “permissible” limits of the rules.
Of course, later on, he also cleared up some minor miscommunications about his identity, like when he was collecting the newlywed tax for the old and frail lord for the twenty-seventh time, but what did that matter? The truth was the truth, and it wasn’t less correct because of who spoke it; otherwise, how could this young girl, screaming loudly, be lying in his bed?
Yapolian was eventually killed in his sleep, but that only ended his mortal life. He was soon reborn as a more powerful, more charming, and even immortal creature—a glorified Bartez. What’s better, due to his exemplary performance as a mortal, Yapolian was granted the status of a Chain Demon, acquiring far more power than a mere tax officer ever could.
In the millennia that followed, through endless networking, flattery, and carefully calculated betrayals, he continually climbed the power ladder of Hell, eventually reaching the position of an Anzu Demon, the highest rank in the Nine Hells’ civil servant system, answering directly to the great Archduke of Aphnas, Lord Bayer.
Yapolian even acquired a domain of his own, a stretch of the Stygian River flowing through Aphnas, where large numbers of new souls were washed ashore daily. His duty (or pleasure) was to instill the laws of the Nine Hells into the minds of the newcomers. This process included whipping, piercing, cutting, and burning, ensuring that any remnants of human nature and memory in these wretched souls were completely erased, and Yapolian, always meticulous in his duties, often personally carried out these crucial tasks.
But as Bayer fell from power, Yapolian’s situation suddenly became extremely difficult. He had tried to please his new master, but the former Seraph only cared about combat ability and had no interest in his managerial skills. Yapolian was first demoted to an Ice Demon for some absurd reasons (his territory was overrun by Demons, how could that be his fault?!), and then further demoted to a Horned Demon for his poor performance in battle.
This significant blow almost crushed him, especially since combat had never been within his area of interest. Throughout the siege of Volcano Fortress, Yapolian had mostly been slacking off, fortunately, this did not make him stand out among the Horned Demons. Of course, he was still very happy to slaughter civilians, not to mention indulging in some additional pleasures—the Succubi were fantastic! They could be used both to satisfy carnal desires and as food, Yapolian even tried combining the two, and the result was incredibly thrilling; it had been a long time since he had felt such strong stimulation.
All Demons possess a strong and enduring desire for power, which forms the basis of the entire Hell society and guides their actions fundamentally. However, occasionally, Demons might be briefly dominated by another type of desire, one that can only be satisfied by creatures like Enruiyesi, Succubi, or Water Fairies. Considering Enruiyesi’s status in the Nine Hells, Succubi were obviously a more suitable choice, and some aristocratic Demons who claimed to have tried both stated that Succubi were much better in bed, at least you wouldn’t feel like you were desecrating a delicate sculpture.
Just as he was reminiscing about the pleasures of the previous night, a figure suddenly flew through the door and crashed heavily onto the ground. Yapolian, startled, immediately grabbed his Trident, while the Battle Demon also propped itself up on its Trident. However, they soon relaxed because the figure sprawled on the ground had wheat-colored skin, a graceful figure, wings of a beautiful bat, and flowing chestnut brown hair.
“Ha, a Succubus!” Yapolian exclaimed excitedly, “This must be a new captive, brought to us warriors who have honourably been injured in battle…”
He couldn’t wait to run over to admire the beautiful face of the Succubus and the unmistakable fear on her face. But the Battle Demon got there before him, although it was seriously injured at the moment, Yapolian didn’t dare object and just followed closely behind.
The black-skinned Demon said nothing, standing silently in front of the Succubus, but had already started unwrapping the cloth around his waist. It’s fine, Yapolian thought, once the Succubus starts being busy with her mouth, he would start enjoying from behind.
Right then, the Succubus suddenly raised her head, letting the two Demons see her face—a face with a radiant, confident smile, completely devoid of any fear, and below it hung a thick, dense, flame-like orange-red beard.
The Battle Demon and the Horned Demon both experienced a brief, total, uncontrollable cessation of consciousness, just like the Demons in the other three rooms had reacted.
