Van had just left Lalyn's house after erasing Magus's influence, undetected.
'It's for the best. She's not a brutalizer like Anne, so she won't lose herself...'
'...Who am I kidding?' He looked down at his palm, flexing his fingers. 'I just didn't want to be the one dealing with the fallout she's gonna have.'
'Whatever. I guess I'm done in this Capital. Last but not least would be to tell my plans to Varlog and Belial... and tell Amoria about what I decided to do with Marcy and Lalyn.'
'After that, it's over.'
'...Until I go to the Dragon King, force him to stop, then the feline tribe to stop the war... ugh...'
He looked up at the sky with a deep sigh.
'I'm so not in the mood.'
Van came to a stop, facing a figure standing in the darkness.
"What's up?" Van asked, his tone rasp.
"I'm goin' back to the demon realm," Belial muttered, looking away, his eyes narrowed in frustration.
"Thought you wanted to stay here, at least until I'm done with what I need to do. What happened?" Van asked as Belial pulled a teleportation stone from his pocket, juggling it lightly.
"The stronger you are..." He cleared his throat. "The 'closer' you are to your God. At least me, who's born fucking strong."
"Alright." Van nodded.
"I can hear him in my head, Van." Belial sighed, letting the teleportation stone slip from his fingers. "A voice that tells me to return to that shithole."
Van hummed in curiosity, tilting his head.
'The more I hear about the gods, the more reason I have to despise them... I guess whoever's strong will be used. Whoever has strength must use it. They'll never be able to stop fighting. And now, a god tortures someone strong just because they can...'
His mind flashed back to his time with the Royal Guard. He grimaced.
'What a dogshit world.'
"Something's gonna go down," Belial growled. "Came to say my goodbyes. Out of all the fucks here, you're the one who actually deserves it."
FAR FROM THE CAPITAL
Knight slammed his fist against an invisible veil—a barrier. But no matter how hard he struck, it wouldn't break.
[Ah... Hello, Wretch.]
The Goddess's voice slithered into his mind, laced with amusement.
[I was worried about your arrival, but turns out I was worried for nothing. I thought maybe—just maybe—you had some grand plan to warn Hellix about Belial's powers. But...] A small pause. [I really overestimated you.]
Knight growled.
[Have you forgotten? The moment we ascend, we can no longer interact with mortals directly—until we gather significant followers. Like me.] There was a smirk in her tone. [We can only whisper. And even then, our whispers must be brief.]
[And considering he doesn't even acknowledge the Seed of Darkness...] She sighed mockingly. [Doesn't even try to reach out to you... What a shame. You can't warn him... And you came all this way.]
Her gaze darkened.
[His own resilience will be the thing that leads to his downfall. How poetic.]
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Betrayed, I Met The Demon Lord
FantasiVan and his friend Magus had reincarnated in another world with magic. Tasked to kill the demon lord, they set forth. Van was granted very rough skills that made life for him in that world a living hell, yet he muscled through. Magus however, was be...
