Reincarnated As a Vampire [English Version]

Chapter 15 - Side Story

The Demon Kingdom of Valded

Headquarters of the Demonic Forces

The sky above Valded was shrouded in darkness, cloaked by swirling black clouds that twisted like a vortex of doom. An icy wind swept through the land, carrying with it the scent of blood and death that lingered in every corner of the demon realm.

Within the Valded Castle—a towering black fortress resembling the fangs of a monstrous beast—the atmosphere was tense and suffocating. In the grand hall, lit only by flickering blue flames that never died, demonic figures gathered in uneasy silence.

Upon the throne of the Demon King sat General Azazil, his crimson eyes glowing fiercely, his gaze sharp enough to pierce the soul of anyone daring to oppose him.

“You’ve taken your time, Valac,” Azazil said coldly, his voice deep and commanding, echoing through the vast chamber.

General Valac immediately dropped to one knee, lowering his head until it nearly touched the cold stone floor.

“Forgive my delay, Azazil-sama.”

“Report. Quickly.”

Valac straightened his back slightly and began to speak, his voice low and cautious.
“Understood, Azazil-sama. The child is currently at the Knight Academy. However, so far, there are no signs of awakening or any significant developments.”

Azazil’s eyes narrowed, listening in silence.

“We must act soon,” Valac continued firmly. “For sixteen years, the throne of the Demon King in this territory has remained empty. If this continues, the situation will become dangerous. Demon Kings from other territories could strike at any time to seize control of this land. The news of our Demon King's death has surely spread far and wide.”

A heavy voice broke the silence from the side of the hall.

“All of this is because of those foolish Heroes,” muttered General Cain, a terrifying figure with long white hair, curved horns, glowing golden eyes set in jet-black sclera, and razor-sharp claws. His voice was filled with simmering hatred. “They don’t realize that by killing the Demon King of this land, they have invited disaster—not only for us but for themselves as well. Should another Demon King invade, they will be annihilated… and so will we. Azazil-sama, what is our course of action?”

Another voice followed immediately, this time from General Beatric, a pale-skinned demon dressed in flowing black robes, with short white hair and lifeless, hollow eyes.

“That’s right… If war between the territories erupts, we will all be destroyed. What should we do, Azazil-sama?”

Azazil lowered his foot from the throne with a heavy thud that echoed across the marble floor. He cast his cold, commanding gaze over his generals.

“Calm yourselves, Beatric,” he said, his tone steady yet authoritative. “For now, all we can do is wait. The next Demon King’s successor will awaken… and when that time comes, this world will once again bow before us.”

Silence filled the chamber. The air itself seemed to thicken with tension, as if time itself had slowed.

Azazil then turned his gaze toward General Gamon—a stoic figure clad in a dark blue robe, with short white hair and obsidian-black eyes.

“Gamon. Any movements from the Demon Kings of the other territories?”

Gamon nodded slightly.
“At present, there is no significant movement from any other region, Azazil-sama. However, I have heard that the Demon Kings of the West and North are locked in conflict. Meanwhile, the Demon King of the East is currently at war with a human kingdom in his own lands. For now, the South remains secure.”

A faint smile tugged at Azazil’s lips. He leaned back onto his throne, once again crossing his legs with relaxed confidence.

“Good… that buys us some time.”

Finally, his crimson eyes fell upon Valac once more. The pressure in the room shifted, suffocating yet undeniable.

“Valac… I have a task for you.”

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