Chapter 205 (2): Demon Alliance
Perhaps it was because the Headless Knight’s chuckles were too grating, or that the obelisks were too important, the demons blocked the Death Knight, resuming their argument through thoughts. It wasn’t until two hours later that they came to an agreement.
And that was considered efficient. It would’ve usually taken two months for hell to come to any agreement, even more annoyingly inefficient than Windsor’s House of Commons.
They concluded that both sides would make compromises: the three highest-ranking demons would give away parts of their territory and sign an addendum clause in exchange for bringing their familiars to the underground catacombs. They would go after the newly appointed Death Knight and take the Book of Seals back, handing Shadow Nightmare to the Headless Knight.
The black gateway in the dome of the catacombs trembled violently, and intertwining lines cascaded down. The demons pried open the seal between hell and the human world together with their thoughts, bringing the familiars of the three demons over. They started as projections before they took concrete shapes.
At the intersection of the human world and hell, a skeleton gate trembled slightly as if it were breathing, exhaling sulfuric heat. The white pillar nearby was transcribed with the Golden Law of Angels—whoever enters, lay down your hope.
It was the gate of hell. The angels were warning whoever was passing through that beyond the gate lay hell, and it wasn’t too late to turn back yet.
The gate consisted of mismatched rib bones and served as the entrance to hell. Through the power of the underground catacombs, the alliance of demons succeeded in bypassing the seal that heaven had applied, making the rib bones open to the sides to create an uneven black passage.
The process was complex. A misstep would trigger the seal and draw the angels’ attention. Carefully, the demons brought the three figures to the human world the moment the passage opened.
Back in the underground catacombs, the black gateway on the dome contracted, as if it had run out of the last of its power. Below the mountain of remains, three figures slowly opened their eyes. Breathing in the muddled energy of the human world, they all showed an obvious look of excitement.
Even a human’s fart would smell like freedom, incomparable to the smothering sulfuric smell of hell. Everything about this world was wonderful.
The familiars were two men and one woman—well, at least that was what they appeared as. Familiars were existences approximating demons, and demons’ sex was naturally fluid.
The black figure on the left was big and burly like a small mountain, with clearly defined muscles under his scales. Even when he remained motionless, his tremendous energy radiated from him. He had a large maw and fine scales covering his entire body, as well as a thick, long tail, retaining some features of a great dragon.