Chapter 117
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Chapter 117: Title
Nilora beckoned the soldiers outside to enter. With their assistance, she lifted her mother upright, carrying nothing but the frail woman and a cracked bowl holding golden liquid.
When the deity manifested, showering the earth with golden rain that sprouted Golden Lotuses, the slums lost a mother-daughter pair who had drifted through life in numb hardship. Few understood the significance of their disappearance.
The black sedan awaiting its noble passenger outside the slums became the centerpiece of a military convoy, advancing toward the heart of India’s most prosperous metropolis.
None noticed the figure hovering above the slums—not even Nilora.
"The human realm proves more intriguing than imagined," remarked Blackman, standing impassively above the slums. "No wonder Satan abandons his duties to subordinates while obsessing over this place."
Contemplating the newly manifested deity, Blackman resolved to report urgently to Father God—this Prithvi undoubtedly ranked among the major deities.
His form dissolved like smoke in the wind. Before vanishing completely, he cast a final glance northwestward, unease prickling his consciousness…
Beneath India’s filth-choked riverscape, a trash-entangled monster waited until nightfall before slinking from the putrid waters.
The Big-Eared Monster emerged from the garbage-strewn surface, revulsion twisting its features. Even for a creature of the abyss, this exceeded all dignity.
"Bleh—" It retched violently, thrashing toward shore with graceless strokes.
On land, the creature blinked at the lightless surroundings—perfect for hiding its grotesque form. The streetlamp-less darkness concealed its bat-like ears and hunched silhouette, attributes guaranteeing human hostility.
"The great priest’s scent… Gone beyond tracing…" It sniffed the ground, claws scratching hairy ears before plopping onto gravel without discomfort—abyssal creatures cared little for petty pains.
Tasked by the great priest to spread Abyssal aura through the slums and corrupt humans, the monster had watched in awe as collective depravity birthed an abyss demon—a rarity even in the Abyss.
Assigned to monitor this prized specimen, the Big-Eared Monster witnessed the demon’s murderous frenzy. Unlike neighboring nations that eradicated abyssal threats at all costs, this country surrendered the slums when containment failed.
The great priest’s wisdom rang true—humans contained both unity-driven warriors and self-serving pragmatists.
Mid-reverie, danger prickled its senses. Survival instincts honed through abyssal centuries sent it fleeing blindly. Better live to serve than die a pointless death.
Even when distant, paranoia drove it into the repulsive river. Let others avoid this stinking refuge—it burrowed deeper into floating waste until moonlight silvered the sky.
Emerging at last, it made the horrifying discovery—the great priest’s presence had vanished.
"Did… did she abandon me?" Snot bubbled from its quivering snout. Perhaps fleeing danger had angered her—though she’d always shielded it from fiercer abyss demons…
Memories surfaced: centuries of abyssal scraping versus recent glory as the great priest’s sole lieutenant. Even mightier demons showed deference to the priest’s chosen attendant.
Its wailing contorted into a spectacle of mucous strands and heaving jowls. When the fit passed, resolve hardened in its beady eyes.
"I must reclaim my place! None serve the great priest better!" The Big-Eared Monster declared with servile determination, waddling into shadows. "Who else knows her preferences? I’m her perfect underling!"
At this moment, had the great priest Seki been present, the Big-Eared Monster would’ve prostrated itself to lick her boots in devotion. Such was the shameless nature of abyss demons when confronting superior power – groveling before higher-tier demons never struck them as undignified. Rather, they wore such sycophancy as a badge of honor.
In the abyssal hierarchy beneath the Abyssal Deity, even mightiest demons bowed to the Priests of the Abyss. Status alone dictated reverence.
"But… The great priest commanded me to tail the abyss demon. Fleeing danger means failing my mission, and now I’ve lost track of the target entirely."
"Returning empty-handed would get me skinned for boot leather." The creature shuddered at the mental image.
"Perhaps I should linger here seeking clues about the abyss demon before reporting back?" After muttering to itself, the Big-Eared Monster resolved to follow this plan.
Having served the great priest for centuries, it knew her temperament well. Appearing before her without answers meant annihilation – not even ashes would remain.
One might mistake the great priest for an ordinary human girl with her cherubic face that drew compliments from sight-impaired mortals when she smiled. But the Big-Eared Monster knew better.
As it rose to depart, a crucial problem surfaced. Previously, the great priest had cast illusions for its human realm excursions. Without her magic…
"Disguise is essential."
The abyss operated on primal instincts – low-tier demons knew only carnage and consumption. Higher intellect emerged with power, bringing existential contemplation. The Big-Eared Monster had gained more wisdom during brief human exposure than through centuries in the abyss.
Ten minutes later, a street corner hosted a hunched figure swaddled in filthy rags, tattered headscarf obscuring its features.
–Great priest, I’ll find you yet!
Unaware its quarry had perished, the disguised demon remained ignorant of both the day’s mysterious danger and its mission’s futility. Meanwhile, its revered priestess faced tribulations of her own…
Lilith swirled her coffee, observing the sulking girl across the table. "Eat something. Don’t expect inflight service from me."
Seki’s murderous glare could’ve flayed flesh. As former human turned Priest of the Abyss, she recognized "Lady Lilith’s" name, though this smirking woman matched no hellish descriptions.
To casual observers, they appeared as elegant lady and petulant sister. None noticed the black chain binding their wrists – thick as a pinky, coiled twice around each. This shackle neutralized Seki’s powers.
The untouched cake and milk reflected Seki’s grim resolve: she mustn’t return to the Kingdom of England. Capture stemmed from her arrogance – carelessness that left trails for this witch to follow.
Her divine-granted power remained dormant, unknown to the captor. Though the chain restrained her temporarily, invoking her holy strength could shatter it instantly. Timing proved crucial – one missed opportunity meant no second chances.
Lilith smirked at the girl’s stony expression. Adorable even in anger, this prize surpassed ugly demons.
"Send a car," she purred into her phone before addressing Seki. "How curious – the Abyss’s chosen, caught so easily. Though you scurry like a cornered rat."
Seki’s eyes flashed.
"Feisty!" Lilith traced a finger across the girl’s cheek before roughly pinching it. "Survive hell, and I’ll claim you as my plaything. Eternal boredom needs entertaining."
When Seki tried slapping her away, Lilith caught the wrist with viper speed.
"Cross me again," she whispered sweetly, "and I’ll snap this pretty limb. Understood?" Her lover’s tone belied the ice in those words, chilling Seki’s very soul.
