327 How to Gain a Powerful Ally Part 1 (1/2)

The air of which the guillotine was previously made out of quickly brushed past Sewah's face, but before it could dissipate, it morphed once again into healing essence which slowly seeped into his injuries, and began to repair his body.

Muscle fibers, shattered bones, and destroyed organs started to regenerate at a surprising speed. His dark colored bruises quickly disappeared, as the swelling that made his face unrecognizable deflated, leaving space for the usually scarred skin to reappear in its place.

While all of this happened, Sewah kept one of his hands up against his eyes, almost as if in an attempt to cover his emotional state.. Or to prevent Daniel from seeing the two tears that followed the path of the first two.

”If you really want to know, I can teach you..” Said Daniel while still looking away.

Sewah did not respond for a few minutes, and instead allowed Daniel to heal him completely. Only then did he get up to a sitting position, and after brushing his face with his right hand, he asked ”What do I do now?”

As soon as these five words reached his ears, a genuine smile formed on Daniel's face. He then turned around, and looked as Sewah with a face filled with seriousness. ”An absurd cheat ability may allow one to walk a lonely path, but a normal cultivator will always need somebody. Be it family, friends, or companions.” He said in a casual tone, aimed to break the moody atmosphere, and show Sewah that there was a lot to learn about his new life.

”Between cultivators, an agreement is sacred. If you don't respect your end of the deal, you need to be powerful enough to face the consequences.” He said as Sewah finally turned to look back at him. He then added ”As of now, you still owe me a thousand years.”

Daniel's intention was to free Sewah of this debt if he would have behaved a little more humanly.. After all, he had always despide slavery. However, he had changed his mind now. It was obvious to him that in this state, Sewah would never survive in the outside world. He would cause a ruckus for a few days, maybe weeks.. But without his power, and as a rogue demon outcast that roamed the universe, he would end up dead sooner or later.

No matter how long Daniel had thought about it, in the end, Sewah was born out of his decisions. If he hadn't climbed that tree, if he hadn't picked that fruit, if he hadn't created a system.. None of this would have happened. Sewah's whole existence, character, and sufferings, were all caused by him.. And he felt a certain amount of responsibility for him. Sewah had never had someone that could teach him how to be a person, and that job, would require time.

After a long minute spent in silence, Sewah finally stood back up, and with an audible amount of resolution, said ”What now?”

”Now? Now I show you how to gain a powerful ally.. Prepare yourself.”

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One hour earlier, halfway between the core of hell, and the beastmasters faction's territory.

The path that lead from a territory to the core of hell, was called 'The Pilgrimage'. While teleportation platforms existed, it was tradition in hell to pay respect to demonkind's forefathers by traveling the whole distance by carriage, or by foot. Be it lone powerful demons, or the representatives of a families and factions.

The symbolism behind this action was only one of the two major reasons why 'The Pilgrimage' existed. The second reason, on the other hand, was a lot more important. The problem with teleportation was that, during the period in which the signing of the demonic pact would usually take place, for some reason, the spatial essence in hell became unstable. Many demonic families had attempted teleportation as a method of traveling to the core of hell, but all of those who had tried, had never returned.

Nobody could remember why the date of the signing of the demonic pact had been set to that odd and specific period of time, nor why there was one to begin with.. but since hell was a mystical dimension of which not even the demons that lived in it knew much about, they had decided to follow it regardless.. After all, traditions kept hell's inhabitant mostly civilized.

The convoy composed of hundreds of families, as well as the Beastmaster faction's main force, was currently halfway through their pilgrimage, and that was despite the very long time they had spent on the road.

Not many demon could be seen outside of the carriages except for the younger ones, who preferred to spend their time interacting with each other, than to wait inside the carriages of their families like most of the powerful demons did.

The aerial units of the beastmaster faction were constantly flying at an altitude hardly observable with the naked eye, and along with the land scouts that were partnered with beasts with highly developed senses, they would keep their attention towards the surrounding area to make sure that no powerful beast or demon would attack from behind, or from the sides of the convoy.

However, the amount of attention that these scouts would put on that job was nowhere close to that they would put during any other time. The reason for that, was that part of the convoy that traveled the pilgrimage along with the rest of the demons, was the Demon Lord's carriage. His presence alone had, for tens of thousands of years, been more than enough to stop anyone from daring to approach the convoy.. And if the demon lord's presence was not enough to make the guards relax during their job, then the assurance that most of hell's powerful demons would be usually occupied elsewhere, or in the midst of their own pilgrimage towards the core of hell, would.

These two reasons had turned the job of the members of the beastmasters into a facade, causing them to be distracted most of the time, and not pay as much attention at their surroundings as their beasts would.