Stray

Bagelmaurus stared at the silver candlestick, trying to distract itself. The silvery and delicate patterns reflect an intoxicating halo in the firelight, which was a view that could never be seen in the Abyss.

It knew that it wasn’t special. It was born an intermediate demon fully inheriting the traits of a Corewen Flat Snake, which were innately afraid of things. They survive by swallowing the bodies of other demons. Compared to other races, their strong digestion was the only thing special about them. After all, not every demon can extract residual magic powers from rotten flesh.

Because they were amazingly timid, most of them didn’t even know how to spell the word courage. The Corewen Flat Snake, which could eventually turn into a superior demon, theoretically have unlimited potential, provided that they can actually live long enough and could devour large quantities of magical corpses from superior level demons.

That is such a place in the abyss.

However, superior demons don’t like their corpses being devoured, especially by a group of nobodies. When their lifespan approaches its limit, most of them choose to fall to the bottom of the Abyss, the Demon King’s territory, that’s empty and silent, filled with thick darkness. Only a very small number of superior demons who were particularly confident in their own power would dare set foot there for food. It was rumored that there were still some strange races that the demons themselves don’t know about that could survive the cold darkness, but most didn’t care about the rare numbers of outliers.

They just needed to know that it was the best place for eternal rest.

Since it inherited the glorious trait from its ancestors that filled its very bones, it was naturally impossible for Bagelmaurus to wander to such a desolated place by itself. That day, it was dragging its huge body, intending to stretch itself in the lava when a dying thing fell into the Abyss happened to rub against it. The huge body of the superior demon smashed into the rock platform, shattering it to pieces, and its curled horn had hooked Bagelmaurus’ body causing him to faint.

It didn’t know how much longer later, but when it woke up, it was at the bottom of the Abyss and found that it was held in the demon’s hand like a broken hemp rope. It stiffened in shock and its countless eyes on the edge of its body turned frantically. It was already considered big among the Corewen Flat Snakes; its body stretching out more than 500 meters long, but at this moment, something was holding its tail and even then, its head couldn’t touch the ground.

Its eyes were all turned in one direction seeing three huge red eyeballs looking back at it in the dense darkness. It had never felt such terrifying magic pressure, and the scorching power even made it unable to even faint. Bagelmaurus stopped thinking momentarily. His body stiffened even more, desperately trying to muddle through by pretending to be dead.