Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 418

Chapter 418: Man Vs Monster

Varek’s knees buckled. He slumped to the ground, paralyzed. His own weapon slipped from his trembling hand and clattered uselessly beside him.

Then, the demon roared.

The sound... hit. The vibration crashed through the domain, through the walls of reality itself. It was a declaration of supremacy, a sentence passed by the incarnation of wrath. The roar heralded the end of Varek’s life.

Abyssal fire burst from the demon’s mouth in a torrent, dark and hot enough to warp the air. The black flames coated his body, devouring the arrows before they even touched his skin. The air hissed and boiled around him.

"F-FORM UP! AROUND ME! DON’T LET HIM-" Varek tried to order, but his words broke into a sob.

His men obeyed to the best of their ability. Such was the control he had over them; their thoughts did not matter. Even as they sensed incredible fear, their legs carried them forward, charging the monster. They were driven by the compulsion of their chieftain’s authority.

But before they could even reach striking range, the heat consumed them. Their flesh blistered and blackened, their screams echoing briefly before being silenced. Their armor, instead of protecting their body, melted into slag. Their low Vitality stat, the shoddy armor, and their nonexistent fire resistance ensured that even being in his vicinity was a death sentence.

The demon kept walking.

Varek fell backward, crawling on his elbows with his palms scraping against the red ground.

"Stay away! Stay away from me!" His desperate shouts soon transformed.

"P-please! I-I’ll give you whatever you want! I’m sorry for offending you! I didn’t know!" he cried, flailing, sobbing, scrambling for air.

And then the shadow fell over him.

The Great Demon of Wrath stood above him, towering nearly four meters (13’) tall.

His skin was split in places where weapons had bitten deep, making blood ooze down his frame. Axes and spears still jutted from his body, but he bore them like ornaments of war. His entire being radiated malice and authority while his glowing eyes remained locked onto Varek’s trembling form throughout his approach.

The man stared upward, shivering uncontrollably. His breath came in shallow gasps. There was nothing human left in those eyes that met his, only bottomless cruelty, the promise of pain beyond imagining.

And when that gaze bore into his soul... Varek’s body finally betrayed him.

He pissed himself.

The stench of fear filled the air as the shadow of the Great Demon of Wrath descended, and a hand the size of a shield shot down, gripping Varek’s neck. The demon’s claws bit into the collarbones and throat.

Then, with effortless strength, the demon hauled the chieftain into the air. Varek’s feet left the bloody, scorched ground, kicking uselessly as he was raised until his face was mere inches from the demon’s own.

The torrent of abyssal fire that had consumed the soldiers was now gone, banked and controlled, not out of mercy, but out of calculated malice. The Great Demon did not want a quick death for this man; he wanted to savor every moment of what was to come.

Varek’s eyes, wide with absolute horror, were forced to track the demon’s face up close. It was a vision of pure nightmare. The skin was scarred, pulled taut over a brutal, angular bone structure. Two glowing orbs of pure, liquid hatred burned in the sockets, fixed solely on Varek.

A thick, guttural sound began to build in the demon’s chest, a seismic vibration that didn’t just travel through the air, but through bone and soul. It was a sound of triumphant supremacy, a declaration of victory.

The roar erupted as more of an overwhelming physical force than a sound.

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