Chapter 243: Volume 4 - Epilogue
Kainur Satanos - Duke of Pride, Master of Pandemonium, Pride Sin, and proud father - reclined in his tent on his divan as he contemplated the situation before him.
The city of Nyandor was heavily walled, with magics worked into layers that would keep it defended on all sides, even under water thanks to stones sunk by otterkin enchanters.
It wasn’t the target he wanted, but it had food and material aplenty and, most importantly, souls that he could use to create necessary resources: true soulstones and mana crystals.
Mana crystals to keep his mages empowered above and beyond their opponents, such as the Nyandorian army, which he had so soundly beaten they’d all been forced to fall back to this, their capital.
As he ruminated over the sight of the city, a tall, white-haired demoness approached him, her face covered down to the nose in horn, and yet she was not sightless. Behind her was a lesser being, a demonkin.
"My Duke... Father, I have something to report," she said as she knelt to him.
He did not stand. He recognized when Char was trying to calm him by addressing him as ’father’. "Is that why thou bringst that mongrel before me?" he asked in a deep voice that belied his size.
The Duke of Pride had never been a particularly tall demon, but he was pure in his heritage as far back as his forebears had tracked. Eldest amongst the Dukes of Hell and sure in his position as patriarch of his dukedom.
"Yes, Father. She is a spy, but not for us, though she claims to be on our side. I thought you might wish to hear from her directly... There is a strangeness to her motivations I thought you may wish to experience." She gestured and the mongrel stepped forward.
Kainur sat up, his curiosity growing slightly. The demonkin who dared step before him held herself strait-backed, amber eyes exuding confidence and purpose. Almost worship, it seemed, but not for him.
How very curious...