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Rose Of Death II
🕑 Added 2022-06-16 15:05:26 +0000 UTC.................
Chapter 117: Rose Of Death II
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Honestly, Ian has done nothing wrong. He has been brought down to hell as a guest, and the welcoming ceremony was subpar at best, so he naturally felt a bit vindictive.
He was never one not to take souvenirs even in his past life. He had traveled to many places, and never once did he come out the same.
Sure, sometimes that's because he comes out with broken bones, but that's just sometimes. Those little things called souvenirs are memories in solid forms, remembrances of the past.
So he didn't actually feel that vindictive. He just wanted souvenirs and good memories of hell.
"Agh, God, like why are demons so spineless all of a sudden?" Ian loudly wondered with a bit of exasperation.
"Like, things would've been so much easier if they just continued to act like the demons they are. Now, I'm sure I will always see their disgusting faces in the worst of nightmares."
Yeah... Does he mean it? Of that one can only wonder, never getting a clue as Ian pierced a demon with his staff.
"Eww, so gross. Who would've thought I was bathing in demons' blood just a week ago, and even Etrigan's... I was so in the zone that I didn't care."
Ian felt like he adapts to circumstances and places very well. Like they say, when in Rome do as the Romans do.
When in Nanda Parbat, he rarely spoke, remaining in silence and peace. Now in hell, he very much felt like talking to himself and letting a tiny bit of wildness out.
Even his appearance looked a little wild with his still messy hair due to being cut off by Etrigan, his still missing limbs though they seem to be regenerating, perhaps only a week or before they regrow fully.
He was adorned solely in black pants, knowing that things might get messy, so need need to ruin his clothes again despite several wardrobes of clothes beings in his dimension.
"And the speed force is weird... It doesn't feel like the speed force but my speed force. Perhaps my Death force corroded it."
If only he knew one of the most important reasons why his speed force isn't that fast, but still, it had just become faster, so much faster.
Like now, he was in the Rose of speed force mode, orange lightning crackling around him. He was hovering in the air with his wings spread out.
He couldn't run because he was basically missing a leg, but he can fly, and that he did as his wings flashed, causing him to vanish.
The fact that his speed force also works on his wings was wonderful. He wasn't sure if something similar is possible for other speedsters, or if this is a result of his Death force because it did corrode the wings.
There is any possibility though, what if the speed force in the second vessel is actually different from the normal speed force.
What if it has no connection with the latter, meaning it's independent. That can explain a lot of things, Ian even theorized that the speed force is aware of him, and likely avoiding him.
Many things and beings were avoiding, some even he doesn't know about, but he's aware of such a possibility.
There are beings with cosmic awareness in this world, so they're likely aware, to a certain extent. Whether they're more aware of his nature than him is still uncertain.
He flew through the air like a bullet, faster than a bullet, seeming like a cloud of orange lightning gliding through space with a speed surpassing forty Mach.
At such high speeds, he'd usually use his magic to resist the air friction and all the troubles that come with it, but he didn't need to anymore, the speed force was taking care of it all.
Alas. the realms of hell are extraordinary vast to the point it took him several hours to reach his destination, a specific city. As for how he found it, well, it's naturally charity.
He just kindly asked demons on the way, and they were so cowardly that they told him without hesitation, almost as if they know who he is... How could they not?
Ian being the charitable person he is of course left them alive, sometimes. His destination was clear, Etrigan's domain.
He was looking forward to what kind of gifts the demon prince has left for him though he was a bit pessimistic because it took him a week to recover to this degree.
A full week should be more than enough for the word of Etrigan's demise to spread, especially with the fascinating nature of hell.
Demons are greedy, so why wouldn't they see this as an opportunity to take what is now ownerless? Fear? That's negated by stupidity and desire.
However, much to his surprise, when he reached the place, it appeared very orderly with no sign of the chaos he was expecting, no scattered corpses throughout the domain, just peace and a bit of tension.
Etrigan's domain was very small, mainly because he was sealed in a mortal for thousands of years, but as a demon prince, he still owns a small domain with only one city.
The demon prince's choice of style was evident at a glance, crimson gothic buildings with a touch of gold. The main castle was especially splendid albeit ominous as one might expect.
Ian's still blurry white eyes landed on a figure standing alone at the castle gates, seemingly awaiting him, a familiar figure.
He drifted down until he was hovering before her, eyeing her strangely, "Aren't you the random demon I saw at some point in time?"
"..." There was a long menacing silence before the seemingly calm demon, "Lady Blaze, and it's only been a week." She even smiled amicably at the end, seemingly graced by his presence.
"Ok stop it." Ian instantly responded, appearing to be weirded out.
"Huh?"
"Take that smile back, it brings me chills, pheeww." Indeed it brought him chills, making her even more confused, so he had to clarify patiently.
"Like, have some common sense and act like the demon you are. I've met demons that peed their pants just by seeing me for christ's sake. What is this? A reverse horror movie?
And now before me is another demon acting like the kind old man on the side of the street who gives free candy. Next thing you know, you're in his basement, ready to be dissected alive."
"..." Blaze was speechless, to say the least. I mean, she was certainly not gonna dissect him, of course she wouldn't because she isn't the old man who gives away candy.
She just wants to suck his soul out after milking him for all he's worth, but she wouldn't tell him that, "I... I think you're the one not aware of hell's common sense."
Ian narrowed his eyes at her, sizing her up from top to bottom, "Yeah, no. I'm aware. Anyway, care to explain?"
Lady blaze was starting to regret her plans. He doesn't seem like someone who will lose himself in power and lust, but who knows what might be hiding behind his unique appearance.
"I took over the city after our meeting, awaiting your arrival... I want you to be my mate, and I shall be your mate as well."
She let out an alluring smile as she flew up, approaching him until her body was hooked to his, her ample breasts squeezing against his chest in an act of pure seduction.
She caressed his cheek, her lips an inch from touching his as she continued.
"Can you imagine what kind of offspring we can have? And trust me, I'll make it all worth it. You'll be living the best days of your life, and who knows... We might just be able to take over hell, together."
Against her seductive and very much alluring display, Ian let out a chuckle. He found it very interesting. but at the same time, he could finally understand some speedsters' troubles.
Her every sultry word seemed to take minutes to leave her throat. Her expression was nearly unchanging, but those small minuscule changes were as clear as day for him.
He felt like an hour has passed while in reality only a minute or so passed. This was what is called speed mode, you process things so quickly that time seemed to crawl behind even the slowest of turtles, unable to catch up.
It was a fascinating experience, but at the same time, 'Torture for those who can not control the speed force well... Thank god my control over it is nearly perfect.'
His charming smile made her misunderstand, thinking that her temptations worked as she went all in for the kiss... Only for her to be in shock a few seconds later as she felt like she's gonna faint, far too overwhelmed.
She could swear that last she remembered she was the succubus, yet here she is, kneeling before a man, breathless and dazed without him doing much.
'Hmm, my death force seemed to have improved not only in quantity but also in quality... I hope Selina and Ivy don't pass out in like a second... Nah, that will surely not happen.'
Ian convinced himself of his own delusions before finally paying attention to what he actually came here for...
