Moments later, they arrived at the original battlefield.
Veal released the two and gazed at the area with a frown. There were no corpses, not even a mangled limb; if it weren't for the small craters that littered the area, he would have doubted that this was where the armies clashed.
He turned to Alexandra for a possible answer.
"It wasn't like this when I left… this entire area was covered with corpses," she said.
"Were there any survivors?" he specified.
"N- I am not sure… everyone seemed dead, there was not a single sign of anyone surviving but me. Not even a hint of movement," she answered with uncertainty.
Many ideas flashed through his mind. Then his tail and nose started twitching as he sniffed the battlefield. A second later, he picked up on something, his eyes narrowed and he turned into a blurred, flashing around the battlefield,
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A few seconds later, he reappeared before Alexandra and asked,
"What of the hidden demon?"
Alexandra's eyes drifted to the left as she recalled the scene of the hidden demon dying,
"Yes, it too is dead, I'm certain of it… It died before my eyes, using its body to shield a fatal blow from a crimson bone demon that was aiming a bite at my head," she answered slowly.
Hearing her answer, Veal's frown deepened as he fell into deduction. A second later, his eyes flickered,
'Interesting… very interesting. Not only did you survive, but you also rebelled against me,' he venomously mused internally. A demon whom he personally raised from a baby to a teen betrayed him and devoured the corpses that he had plans for.
Insidious plans of how he was going to punish the hidden demon when he got his hands on it flashed through his mind.
But even though his mind was stirring with vileness, his face remained calm.
He glanced at his women and spoke calmly,
"Forget about the corpses, odds are it was a lucky greed demon that stumbled upon them."
Both sensed something was amiss, but since he said forget about it, they forgot about it.
"What now? What do we do from here?" asked Velra.
Veal turned his back to them, gazed at the nightmarishly endless rolling blood desert, and said,
"Now we rebuild and wait for the next summoning." …
{A few months passed.}
Veal lay atop a giant crimson bed crafted from the softest of trees from the outer forest and snuggled on both sides of his firm chest were Alexandra and Velra. Their eyes closed, and their lips arched into a beautiful smile of blissful fulfillment.
He opened his eyes and gazed at the purple ceiling in contemplation. A second later, he seamlessly slid from their embrace, stepped onto the floor that was covered in love juice and semen. Careful not to step on the demonesses who lay sprawled on the floor, he walked to the exit of the chamber.
He opened the door formed from demon bones and stepped outside. He was greeted by the crimson glow of the abyssal sun, along with the clamoring sound of the hundred crimson bone and blooding rank demons who patrolled around the building where he stood.
He took a deep breath of the foul air that wafted throughout the cradle.
This area where he stood was the very center where the armies clashed a few months ago. The first thing he did after the battle was recruit baby demons from the outer cradle and have them rebuild this place. patched the craters and built this small but comfortable building of lust.
His purple eyes locked onto the outer cradle, the bloody and ominous forest that loomed in the distance, two kilometers away, and he started walking to it. Spotting him, the demons stopped what they were doing and knelt or lowered their heads towards him in absolute submission. He paid no attention to them, as if they didn't exist, and to him, they barely did. For they were insignificant insects whom he could extinguish with but a wave of his hand, whose only purpose was to labor, be food, and show off his authority as a lower sovereign.
This was the innate arrogance and disdain of an abyss demon who stands at a higher rank than those around them, no doubt.
A few moments later, he arrived at the edge of the forest, concealed his lustful demonic aura, and turned into a streak of purple. He seamlessly twisted through the endless trees, not making contact with them even a bit.
Whoosh!
After traveling for hundreds of kms, he came to a stop atop a simple hill and gazed down at the crimson bone snail-like demon who was recruiting a newly appeared baby demon. Its recruitment process was brutal. Consisted of near-death beatings and ripping of limbs. He gazed at it for a few seconds, nodded. Then his tails and nose sniffed the air for the trace of a treacherous demon.
Then he vanished like a ghost.
Time passed, and the cradle welcomed the moon.
Veal appeared at the edge of the outer cradle, with a somewhat disappointed expression on his face,
"What a great demon you are, oh Hidden demon."
He muttered softly after one more day of not finding the hidden demon, for two months straight. He really wanted to find it, to instill into it the terror of rebelling against his control, and to regain it under his control once more, for its concealment ability was very useful to him.
But unfortunately, it had grown to the point where it could completely evade his senses; he had to wonder if it had ascended to vital rank. A scenario he did not hope for, for that would mean it had the ability to threaten him, and he would eliminate all threats, even if it meant losing a great pawn.
He blurred towards his lust building. A few moments later, he reached it. His demon underlings were still patrolling, and unsurprisingly, they bowed. At the door, his mates stood like housewives waiting for the husband who had just gotten off from a long day of work. Scantily dressed in seductive garments, if they could be called garments, they were just small pieces of fur clinging to a string that wrapped around their breasts and ass.
"Welcome back," they said, voices soaked in longing, eyes lit with devotion, and something darker.