Chapter 91 - Reminiscing (2/2)
'My power is mine, my power is my choice. My life is small but limitless, my fate is mine alone. I will definitely ensure that Dahlia will have a most satisfying existence. Even if it means making some small sacrifices and forgiving past misdeeds, I will do whatever I can to nurture her right.'
Simon quietly followed the group of devils and observed them walking out of the palace and into a large courtyard. Within this courtyard, was a huge wall that could be up to 5 kilometres in length; which Simon knew was just one wall out of four sides. Within the box, was a huge maze.
”The maze is brought down to the Demon World at every full cycle of the Demon year. Today we will witness the shedding of horns in some cases, but we will definitely see the creation of a new generation.” Malece gestured her hands towards the wall and gave a short speech.
The audience gazed their eyes upon what seemed to be an endless wall of raven black void, becoming somewhat mesmerised by it all. In all honesty, they were not in awe, they were merely reminiscing on their time in there.
Looking back, many of them remembered how they became a.d.u.l.t devils. They felt a kind of duty to wait for their beloved children to come out and welcome new devils into their families. If you asked one of the old devils if they could describe their experiences in the maze, they would simply smile and wave you off.
This is a rite of passage to them. It is in fact a crime to tell a child about the truth of the ceremony. Such deviants would find themselves dead before they can even finish their sentences. That is the rule of society.
”Little Jazukal can finally call himself a man after today. As a never before seen genius, he will no doubt be joined with one of untold power. I am sure of it.” Karlus Crypts let out some brief words with a smile of pride.
”My dear Simonifirac should also be here. As for him... I do not believe anyone from this generation is his match.” Karlus continued with a solemn gaze.
”Surely you jest, Crypts! I haven't even heard a word about that child of yours for the last two years. He is probably behind in strength now, my child is easily stronger.”
”Oh? Are you retarded?” Karlus said bluntly to the devil.
”I am Oberon Mortyr XII, even if I am only a Clar, my house will surpass yours. Young Mattricht is already at the 2nd vision of the 6th rank. He nearly comparable to me!” The devil laughed in satisfaction.
”What colour are his horns?” Karlus asked plainly with his arms folded.
”White. Why do you ask? He will not be a white horn for long, he will surely become a Grey horn immediately!”
”Pfft... you are truely pitiful.”
”Well it does not need to be kept a secret any longer. Just wait and see when the ceremony is over. Mortyr, no one will save you. When this is over, your spine will be a coat hanger on my front doorstep.”