9 Rakshasa Yahan (1/2)

There were two things that myseriously felt like a part of me even though they weren't.

First - was the system. Looking at the system was like I was thinking about some idea in my head. It felt completely naturally a part of me.

Second - were my undead minions. They felt like my shadows. And as we know, the shadow is something that doesn't leave you, ever.

So, even if they weren't around me, I could still easily track them down and reunite with them.

I did so with the dark fox. As it climbed on the dark wolf I was riding, the fox gave me the scrolls I had tasked it to steal and run.

Thankfully, it had been able to take all of them and keep them unharmed. They were bound to come in very handy later on.

I didn't stop to read them back then though. As soon as I got those scrolls and the fox back with me, I started heading towards the place I could sense the goblins and dark wolves that I had to reunite with to be in.

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It was one humiliation after another. Valerie just could not understand how those things could be happening to her.

First - she was caught prostrating and lustfully threatening Emoliv (or his statue at least) and that too by a dark fox.

Second - a 5-year-old had made a mockery of her ambitions.

Third - she had been beaten down by a couple of stupid goblins.

Fourth - she was saved by that child, using those very goblins.

Fifth - she was manhandled by those goblins like she was a sack of potatoes.

Sixth - there was no sixth yet. But she knew that if she stayed anywhere near that boy, the sixth, seventh, and the seventeenth won't be very far away.

So, while the entire city was busy panicking, the High Priestess was busy thinking of a way to get away from that child as soon as possible.

Asking to be transferred to another city's church was the obvious thing.

'Yes, that's what I should do.' She thought to herself.

At that moment, she was on a wooden chair, right in the middle of a forest. But, she was still safe as all the monsters seemed to have run far away after sensing the demonic monster who had attacked the city.

So, as ironic as it might have been, the forest that had the terrifying bloodbath incident happen just a few days prior - was the safest place for one to be in.

When that boy, Vilome, had told these goblins to take her to the outskirts of the city, he must have known that this would be the case.

'As much as I hate him, I have to give him some credit. That child is smart, too smart for his age actually.' She thought to herself. 'And not only smart either, he can control these undead monsters like he's their god or something.'

As a High Priestess, she was obviously very knowledgable about the various arts, even the ones that had become history. So, she could tell that what that boy was using was the long-forgotten art of Necromancy, a part of Dark Arts.

That is why, on some level, Valerie couldn't help but be intrigued by him.

After all, the God of Darkness had been killed a long time ago. And so, all the Dark Arts that existed should have become unusable. That's how it always is.

Arts only exist because of a God represents and holds dominion over them. Even if that God dies, that Art dies with them.

So, how come could he be using Dark Arts? Did that mean the God of Darkness had returned? She questioned herself.

But her thoughts were interrupted by the crying of a child.

A couple of dark wolves with the same undead aura as the goblins had brought that 2-year-old child there. Since the time they had brought her, they had laid her out on the ground and sat around as if they are the parents/guardians of her.

While initially alarmed by the arrival of those dark wolves, Valerie had soon realized that the undead aura meant they too were Vilome's minions.

She had left to wonder though who that child was?

Then, she heard a loud roar somewhere in the distance. It was most definitely the monster who had attacked the city.

She had not gotten a good look at it but she knew it was powerful. After all, the priests and priestesses of the Church were pretty much useless against him. Even 'Decree of Light' had failed in accomplishing the task of defeating that monster. Though, it might have been a different matter if she was the one using that move instead of her second-in-command. But still,

'How can Vilome possibly hope to defeat that monster?' She wondered to herself.

No matter how smart a person is, there is a point where brute strength outmatches everything. Was that not the point he had reached against that monster?

”What a bizzare sight!”

'I know, right?'

...

'Wait!' It had taken her a moment to realize it. 'Whose voice was that?'

It had come from her behind and she wasn't in any position to turn her neck to that extent, so she could only wonder who that voice belonged to.

”Oh? Why do I sense your anxiety rising?” The voice asked. It was an oddly cheerful, high-pitched voice but it sounded like the owner of that voice was a boy.

The reason?

”Cheer up, my dear! Anxiety does not suit such a beauty as yourself!” The reason was the amount of lust that she could sense, coming from behind, coming from him.

'W-who the heck is that guy!?'

Being in the state she was, anyone except maybe that 2-year-old child in front of her was stronger than her. She couldn't help but feel anxious.

”Ah, I guess you must be wondering who I am. Where are my manners?” He said and a sound of someone tapping themselves on their head came. ”I am Rakshasa Yahan, the assassin of Zywar.”

Her blood froze.

Zywar, because he was the God of Demons, had many powerful Demons serving him. However, even among them, there were two Rakshasas who were the most infamous.

Gahan, the destroyer of Zywar, was a Rakshasa with incredible strength. He was foolish, but very powerful.

On the other hand, his twin brother Yahan, the assassin of Zywar, was a conniving little asshole whose skills in assassination were unmatched. However, what he was really infamous for was his overly-possessive nature over anything he took a liking towards.

And many a times, the 'things' that he took a liking towards happened to be women. Beautiful women, in fact.

Yes, he was infamous for being a lustful degenerate with major ego problems. And since he was standing behind her, she couldn't help but tremble in fright.

”My brother went on a rampage in the town nearby. Or is it a city? Well, doesn't matter.” He continued on as if he was talking to himself. ”I came to see what he was doing. And, my-oh-my, through the blessings of my god Zywar, I found you.”

Valerie looked at the undead goblins as well as dark wolves but they had no intention of doing anything.

She knew that these creatures are really stupid and so if Vilome didn't instruct them to do something, they wouldn't do it. And she clearly remembered, Vilome hadn't instructed them to protect her from any potential rapists, had he?

”Well, I don't care about what Gahan is up to now. I only care about you.” He said, starting to walk towards her. ”What do you say, beauty? Be my wife!”

To the best of her ability, she tried to get away. And - she couldn't even budge the chair an inch.

Yahan casually stepped in front of her and asked, ”Oh, what is it? Are you so heated after hearing my voice that you can't help but dance like that?”

'I'd kill you, you fucking asshole.' She shouted, insider her mind. The only sound that could escape from her mouth was the 'I' part at the beginning.

Yahan pretended to not notice, or not care, as he continued,

”Well then, since you are so much in heat, I think we should get to it already, shouldn't we?”

He had a thin, human-like appearance, with an ugly face and a tall build. Though, to be honest, his tall build was mostly because of his long arms and legs.