The Demon Saint is Missing, so I Ran to Another World

Salvation (Part 1)

***Castle Darkmoor***

An elf soldier rushed across the hallways of the palace, heading straight to the private chambers of his master. However, once he arrived, he was barred from entering by his comrades.

"Our master is having his time with his sister," one of the guards told him.

"But this is an important matter!" the elf answered. "This information has to reach the Lord Haya!"

"Quiet now, child," the other guard replied. "If that is urgent, then you can tell us. We'd pass it to our master once he allowed us to approach."

The elf had no choice but to agree to the condition set before him. Once he said what needs to be told, he was sent away, and he returned to his duties. However, the guards were in a dilemma. The Lord Haya never wished to be disturbed whenever he was with his sister, but the news that reached them was important to his own survival. So, after careful deliberation, one of the guards took courage to knock and tell the demon lord what he needed to know.

"What?" was the question of another elf, standing guard inside the chambers, when he heard the knocking of his comrade.

"An extremely important news," said the first sentry. "Our master should know, even at the pain of my death."

The elf on the other side of the door initially hesitated, but eventually allowed the first elf in. As he approached the bed of his master, he took note of the scattered clothes of his fellow elves around the room, the naked demon lady chained on the bed, and the Lord Haya himself, who had just wrapped himself with a robe.

"What do you need?" the demon lord asked. "Have I not tell you not to disturb me when I'm with my sister?"

"My apologies, milord," the elf fell prostrate before him, "but I believe that this news must reach you, even at the cost of my life."

"Spit it out, then! I don't have much time!"

"M-Milord, one of the patrols you sent to watch the northern borders of the city came back with an alarming news: an army of Usarveds are marching from the north."

The creases on the demon lord's face vanished upon hearing the elf's words. He stood up, glanced at the naked demon lady, and said, "You must be joking! The northern approaches of Darkmoor is impossible to cross! How is that even possible?"

"Forgive me, milord, but that is the only information I was told!"

The Lord Haya fell silent, and he paced around the room, pondering on his options. He was muttering, "That Shevaun...this must be her doing! I should kill her once I have the chance!"

The elf, however, had a clearer mind, and said, "Milord, pardon for my audacity, but we'll await for your orders."

The demon lord then stopped from his walking back and forth, and faced the sentry, "What orders are you waiting for, Kal'Abash? Don't tell me your elf-brain is affected by the mind-control spell I cast on this palace! What am I paying you and your men for? If you have time to wait for what I'll say, then go and muster the soldiers loyal to us! Head to the northern borders and defend that region until the last elf, or Usarved, is dead! You got the arms, and you got the money!"

The sentry stood up without looking at his master, and bowed, "Y-Yes, milord!"

"If there is not enough soldiers, then I'm allowing you to press the citizens into service. Kill those who resist."

Kal'Abash then gave a salute to his master, and turned for the door. While fear engulfed his chest, the elf was wondering why he and his elves agreed to help this demon lord in the first place. The Lord Haya was only concerned of 'playing' with his sister, and not governing properly.