Chapter 48: The Land of the Dead: Finale Part 2 (1/2)
The land of the dead…
Mo Ci was a female large imp whose birthplace was Purgatory’s Blood Sea. Back then, her days only consisted of wandering the beaches in a daze and feeding on any kinsman she found; brainless days driven solely by her primal instincts. It was in this caveman-like state that she encountered her Master.
Master was a very special devil, she was very beautiful, like a goddess. Every waking moment she spent with her, she could feel the pureness radiating from her soul. Her disposition was noble and saintly, perhaps even more saintly than those angels in her inherited memories.
She was just that beautiful, from the moment she met her master, she became infatuated with her.
Mo Ci initially had no name, she didn’t even think of having a name. Truth be told, small imps didn’t need a name, after all, they were an existence akin to cattle. Would you name each and every one of your pigs? Obviously, no.
Mo Ci’s master could only be described as wondrous in her eyes. From birth, she had a heavenly appearance that separated her from the other small imps. It was precisely this beauty that allowed her to subjugate so many devils, including Mo Ci.
At the start, Mo Ci could only gaze longingly at her Master from a distance as she quietly fulfilled the tasks given to her. This lifestyle continued till one day, they came upon their first ever trial, the battle at the entrance to the upper level.
The entrance was guarded by a fiendish head imp who formed a blockade on the stairs leading up to the entrance. This was the momentous obstacle hindering her master. Thankfully, her beautiful master was as intelligent as the legendary Goddess of Wisdom.
In order to make up for their lack of numbers, she got Mo Ci and the other devils to fashion bone clubs out of the thighbones of devils.
These makeshift clubs were to be their weapons for the upcoming battles. While they had an average offensive power, their range exceeded the range of their enemies’ claws and teeth. It was this advantage that allowed them to successfully breakthrough this obstacle.
However, things weren’t that simple. In order to defeat that fiend, her master had to exhaust every last drop of her mana, causing her to faint after the fiend got burned to death.
This created a dilemma for her Master’s lieutenants. Who is going to carry the Master’s body into the next level? Such a simple question, but it was one that led them into a heated argument. After all, this was a legitimate opportunity to touch the Master’s saintly body.
This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for the lieutenants. None of them were willing to budge an inch with regards to this and so the argument escalated, almost causing a fight.
It was at this moment that one of the lieutenants suggested that a female devil be given the task of looking after the Master. And so, Mo Ci was chosen.
The moment Mo Ci’s reddish hands touched her Master’s body, she felt the inferiority in her. Her inferior self actually got to touch the Master’s perfect body……This moment was one that she would carve into her rapidly pounding heart.
From that day onwards, she stayed besides her master. No matter where the Master went, she would quietly shadow her even though the Master didn’t particularly need her for anything.
Ever since the Master entered the land of the dead, she encountered multiple battles and triumphed over each and every one of them. It was in this battle-fraught yet mysterious land that the Master had a fortuitous encounter.
The Master had obtained an omnipotent magic grimoire. This grimoire that gave the Master the ability to create weapons that none of us could ever imagine. These weapons allowed the Master’s subordinates to dominate the undead in this land. Every battle ended with a bountiful harvest of undead souls for our side with barely any losses for us.
The Master’s greatness was one that didn’t require saying although her evolution speed seemed to be lacking in comparison to the lieutenants.
After taking for a round trip around the land of the dead, the Master led us to an abandoned village full of dilapidated houses. Prominent among these houses was an equally dilapidated chapel which housed a surprisingly large amount of head imps.
Their cruelty knew no bounds as they even tried to capture the Master. However, ever-loyal Mo Ci would have none of this. There was no way she could allow these lowly imps to touch the Master. And so, she stood out. Without any regard for her safety, she immediately pushed her Master away causing her to get captured instead of her Master.
Even though she knew what awaited her was a grim fate, she had no regrets. As she stared into the slowly disappearing eyes of her Master, all she ever thought of was her Master’s wellbeing…
The head imp that captured her was the strongest among all the head imps and was differentiated by the chipped horn on his head.
This chipped horn imp didn’t flee the village as expected. Instead, after distancing himself from the village, he hid himself and waited for the Master to leave.
In order to prevent Mo Ci from escaping and also partly because he had suffered some injuries, he wrapped one hand around her neck and with the other clamped down on her thighs.
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What ensued was a sharp piercing pain that tore through her body from her thighs up. Then, she was struck with a burning sensation followed by a sudden sense ofweightlessness.
*rip*
Another wave hit her once more before a nauseating chill enveloped her body. It was then that the head imp finally let go of her.
As she looked down at her legs, all was saw was a bloody flower painted on the floor where her legs once stood. For some strange reason, he didn’t kill her but only ate her legs.
Once her master left, Chipped Horn made his back to the chapel with Mo Ci in tow. Within the chapel were the head imps who had managed to escape, leering happily at her. They brought her to the underground room beneath the chapel, their nefarious intent written clearly on their faces.
The secret tunnel leading downwards was a very long one. It took several hundred meters of walking before they finally reached the end of the tunnel. It was a very wide room filled with some random clutter. Due to their human origins, she didn’t know what they were for. All she knew was that a fate worse than death awaited her.
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The devils shoved her against the floor and used the cruelest of methods to torture her. They shoved a strange pole into the region between her now eaten legs and injected a strange fluid. One by one, the head imps tortured her, never letting her rest for a second.
As time passed, more and more head imps joined the group as they continued torturing her. She was merely a normal large imp and had even lost both her legs; she was powerless to resist them and could only take their torture.
Every day, they would feed her till she was full before shoving those strange poles into her once more, their bodies banging into her as they did so…
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