Iron Blooded Hound

Chapter 120: The Demon's Lair

In a darkened cave.

a man sits by myself in a training hall on the outskirts of the Baskerville estate.

Set les Baskervilles. Hugo's second son.

he's studying a letter brought via a 3-eyed raven.

"...hmm. So, Vikir, he left for the Academy, huh?"

Set closed the letter.

Tsutsutsutsutsuts...

Then the parchment on which the phrases had been written burned away.

The flames had been black and vibrant.

Set opened his closed eyes.

For a moment, every eyeball appeared to turn in a special course, and then most effective a stark blackness stuffed her orbit.

"but. I'd alternatively now not have it. there was lots of room to get inside the manner whilst the own family become swallowed up."

Set smirked and leaned his head in opposition to the wall.

As he did, a dark, giant shadow fell throughout the rock face.

"It was terrible sufficient having to deal with Hugo, Osiris, and the 7th count number, but now you've were given that little bastard. I should have killed him inside the intensity. lamentably, I need to have completed it when I permit the viper loose in the cradle inside the first region, due to that stupid mother and nanny complain."

Set mulled this over, after which, in a suit of nervousness, reached out to the facet.

there was a anxious-looking infant.

"Huh, Patroness, in which am I?"

"Umm. Don't worry. that is the house you're going to live in."

"Eh? Ha, but the nursery director said i'd be followed by using a terrific domestic... however that is a frightening cave!"

The cave changed into darkish as far as the eye should see, and packed with a nasty stench that made it tough to face for greater than a moment.

Set tugged on the child's arm and chuckled.

"A cave? unfortunately, you suggest here. There have to be a few misunderstanding, however of route this is not your own home."

At Set's words, the kid's expression secure, if only in brief.

but.

"this is in which you may cross."

at the same time, Set's mouth dropped open as he looked into the kid's face.

A row of razor-sharp tooth sprouted from its gaping mouth.

A single huge eyeball in its hood flashed across the kid's face with a horrifying crackle.

earlier than the kid had time to scream, Set swallowed its head in a single gulp.

...Woodchuck! Woodchuck!

the kid's shadow twists miserably against the cave's rocky partitions.

The blood splattered at the walls fast lost its colour, and the remaining heat breath sank into the depths of the abyss.

Set wiped his mouth some times earlier than stripping the bones off and tossing them to the ground.

"Human fluids are the most delicious, i can't get enough of them. perhaps we have to start a collective and breed them."

Set checked out the bones at the floor and smirked.

in the darkness, a mountain of bones had already piled up at the pitch-black ground, emitting a nasty stench.

The odor of decaying flesh, Set wrinkled his nostril and made a satisfied face.

"Mmm. The fragrance of domestic. home sweet domestic."

Set flopped down on a pile of bones.

simply then.

A 3-eyed raven opened its mouth.

[Hey, Ten, how's things going?]

"Ugh, what a marvel."

Set spat out the bones he were gurgling in anger.

The raven shines its three eyeballs and says.

[We must open the 'gate' to open a new era. The dawn of a new era is just around the corner. You haven't forgotten, have you?]

"I see. preserve an eye at the others, I'm not the handiest one, what are you doing?"

[I can't be bothered with you for the time being, I have one more human to pay attention to].

"any other human to take note of, 8, yourself?"

[More like you].

Set frowned on the raven's phrases.

"by using human I'm being attentive to, do you suggest Vikir? It's in Morg where the eight are infiltrating. ...in that case?

when asked who the latest up-and-comers in Morg had been, Set quickly discovered the answer.

"You suggest the latest member of the darkish Faction? What's his call, Camus? Why?"

[....]

The crow didn't answer. as an alternative, he gave Set a pincushion.

[I won't answer unnecessary questions. Also, have you guys been eating too many human fluids lately? There have been too many kidnappings and missing infants around town. The dogs of Baskerville have good noses, so be careful not to give them away].

"Don't fear, I'm doing an awesome task of staying undetected. I've in no way been disturbed."

[I'm a little concerned about all the bones in the cave. What if someone breaks in?]

"Don't fear. The cave is stressed out so that only demons and human fluids under the age of 8 can enter. no person will find it."

The raven nodded, sooner or later relieved. And he ended the communication at will.

[For the destruction of humans. For the Ten Commandments.]

With that, the magic emanating from the raven's eyeballs faded. The raven fell to the ground and died.

"nonetheless speaking from your ass, you asshole."

Set crushed the crow's corpse with his foot as though it was a nuisance.

"damn it. I'm still an extended manner from building up enough magicpower to open the gate. i ponder how a whole lot human blood I'll ought to suck before i'm able to. At this charge, I'll be waiting at least another decade."

Set grumbled, flashing his demonic glare.

His foxy brain calculated the quantity of mana wished for the plan and the time it would take to acquire it.

Twelve and a half years, to be genuine.

That's as a minimum so long as he wishes to hide in the human realm.

most effective then should he create a giant gate among the demonic and human geographical regions, putting the degree for the outstanding battle.

"We ought to open the Age of Destruction as quickly as feasible. ... lamentably, it's a thrill to consider."

Set squeals with delight on the concept of the inferno and the devastation of the human international to return.

the thrill appeared to final for quite some time.

"Open what?"

...if it weren't for the unwelcome intruder who burst into the cave.

In an immediate, Set jumped to his ft.

"!"

He didn't even feel the intruder.

No float of mana, no awareness of magic, no longer even a sound.

Set turned into horrified to peer the face of the person who had entered the cave.

Vikir. Vikir Van Baskerville. It turned into his brother, the one Set had been looking so closely.

"Uh, what took place to you? Weren't you going to the Academy?"

"I'm going, but now not earlier than I see your face."

Vikir answered in a nonchalant tone and stood in the front of Set.

Set squinted and stared at the person before him.

He ought to smell the extremely faint but unmistakable scent of magic on Vikir, specifically around the wrist of his right hand.

"so that you were capable to break via the crystal?"

Set stretched out his mind to look the crystals.

There were marks at the grid where a drumstick had been torn with some thing like an awl.

there has been a awesome crack, small enough for best a Vikir to healthy through.

in the meantime, Vikir looked into Set's eyes.

The irises were eyeless, packed with blackness, and the demon's signature magic radiated from their sockets.

"You don't even hassle to hide your identification anymore."

"no longer since you've found the scene."

Set shrugged at Vikir's query.

Then, seeing the stays of the children at the floor, Vikir swallowed tough.

In a preceding existence, he were framed and finished for this terrible crime. It turned into a futile stop, even after the Age of Destruction had ended.

And now, the man who had framed him become guffawing in his face.

because of him, Vikir had been deceived limitless times, had come close to loss of life usually, and had actually died.

Pomeranian additionally misplaced his circle of relatives and had a tough early life.

Hugo and Baskerville's misfortunes have been also caused by this creature.

Set Les Baskervilles. No, some thing beneath his pores and skin.

Vikir gave a short caution to the enemy in the front of him.

"Don't giggle."

however Set set free a good louder mockery.

"Pufu-fufufuhehehe... ... little brother I don't recognize the way you came to recognize approximately this area, however i'm able to't agree with which you have the self belief of an intermediate graduator. you are too conceited."

Set snatched his flamberg from his waistband.

, the charisma of a complicated Graduator started out to envelope the sword.

With a darkish smile, Set swung the sword at Vikir.

At that moment.

...Puff!

A quick blood-curdling sound resounded.

Set may want to handiest stare in horror as he found out what had just befell.

Then.

Thud!

there was the sound of some thing falling to the floor.

It became the left arm that wasn't retaining the sword.

Blood become gushing out of the well reduce off left arm.

"...?"

Set seemed up, dazed, and noticed Vikir's sword coming at him.

The magic sword Beelzebub. And the seven teeth it depicts.

The Seven lethal Sins of Baskerville.

however it turned into some thing else that greatly surprised the set before them.

An charisma as sticky as nectar and as purple as blood.

A step up from a Graduator to see into the world of a grasp.

The air of secrecy of a height Graduator turned into exploding!

"Don't laugh."

That turned into the remaining element Vikir stated before he tore the skin from both facets of Set's mouth.

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