“On kozs li tis rekomia kiz bei? Tis crav ges’e tukza,” she said, but the man remained in his composure, screaming at the girl.


    “Jun li inpiraj’no!” He roared, on the verge of shattering the innards of his throat. “Tis, Falen Kator, vyzov Zyponia un Afiern kiz e tika un dho involnia!” He said, making the crowd chatter up excitedly. However, the look around Zyponia only festered with anger.


    ‘Damn it, will I have to kill somebody now?’ Lutiel mused while his eyes scoured through the place, hopping from one demon to another, all whispering to the person near their side whilst peeping at the white-haired slave.


    His heart began to beat with slight chaos, panicked from the ploys played upon him. ‘Should I have drunk it? No, he still would have dropped and shattered it. Haa,’ sighing internally at whatever was happening in the distance, he promptly saw Zyponia waving a hand towards herself, inviting him to move.


    And, steeling himself, the man walked, despite the slight hesitancy filling out his steps.


    “Li jun kozs arn choda kiz?” Suddenly, the demon that towered everyone in height began to walk, his figure wobbling from one side to another from the sheer size of the fleshy frame. “Tis tane bic kiz vidinud dho tika,” his deep, harsh voice trailed throughout the entirety of the place, promptly continuing.


    “Falen, vizen ges’e involni. Zyponia, ges zibe,” he said, quickly recieving his answers.


    “Hasye Icora, ars li tis’e yedin involnia nuen,” the demon said, under which a rattle of chains could be heard, going all the way from the doors. With a size of two heads taller than Zyponia’s slave, she gritted her teeth silently while glancing at the singular horn on top of his head full of scales.


    “Li ges junt eznad? Elie ausapre un roche silva?” She asked, turning at the man with hazy red eyes, however, he simply continued to act angry. Though, the slight curve around his lips began to show slowly.


    Meanwhile, Lutiel had already arrived near the three demons, one of which was his master. Glancing at her under the racket of their tongue, he quickly looked at the single-horned demon coming their way, a long chain fluttering along his back against the floor as his collar was connected to it.


    “Zyponia?” The tall demon asked, awaiting her answers.


    “Ugh,” she groaned annoyingly. “Kanthier un Yaras,” she said while nearly all the eyes fell upon her slave, who stood near her, looking around with soiled serenity.


    Despite whispering to themselves quietly, his ears roared with uncertainty, not knowing what exactly he was hearing. However, suddenly, the scraping of the hard floor cut off the consternation, grasping all of his attention.


    Coming through the suddenly opened doors, a wooden rack full of identical pairs of weapons began being pulled towards them, by a certain man with light blue hair. Genor walked through the doors, a smile prominently beaming on his face, as though he had been awaiting this moment from the very beginning.


    Closing vehemently after his approach, the doors slammed shut while he welcomed himself into the party. “Oh, pat ne art! Inli ges’e mali faci vic lidne, Zyponia?” He asked under a grin, pulling the rack all the way to the participants, who already faced one another, a few tens of steps separating them.


    Making up a semi-circle, the demonic guests came closer to witness the battle in all of its glory, as close as possible, yet not to the point of limiting their space.


    Standing next to the man that almost doubled his size, the demon lord leaned onto the rack filled with weapons, presenting them to the slaves.


    “Nuen, yast e vybir,” he spoke to the slaves while an undisclosed Zyponia clenched her fists, however, she didn’t do anything to stop the two from battling.


    Quickly, Hasye began walking over to the rack, prompting a reaction in the human slave. ‘Should I take the spear? I know the moves, but will my body follow? Damn it, I have no idea,’ while his mind churned and furrowed, the slave with a single horn and black scales all around his head already chose, picking one of the two longswords.


    “Kanthier, vybir,” suddenly, the brawny man turned towards the human slave, his words repeating stridently inside his ears. Clenching his jaw, however, Lutiel took a decisive step to the side, stopping a foot away from the rack before grasping the weapon of his choice.


    Under the puzzled look of his master, he walked back to his previous position, a long spear in the slave’s right hand.


    ‘This is my only option.’ He pondered while glancing at the slave’s blue eyes. ‘Will they let me win if I just knock him out?’ Already thinking of the future, he lowered his stance slightly, grasping the long, wooden handle of the spear with both hands.


    Meanwhile, shimmering against the light above, the cold, gray metal spanning across Hasye’s blade glistened with its cusp put against Lutiel. Threateningly sharp, the crystals from chandeliers reflected off the longsword’s tip with a shining sprawl.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    Nonetheless, despite the clouded thoughts roaming around his head, the human hadn’t taken his gaze away from his opponent, whose advantages were clear. ‘What is this feeling?’ He wondered while seeing the slave take on a deeper stance, under the gleam of the demons’ voice and anticipating applause.


    ‘It’s the same as whenever I faced Raphael,’ he mused rapidly, flickering images kept at the back of his mind. ‘Can I really not defeat him?’


    However, he could no longer ponder on the matter, a trampling presence lurching at him with flabbergasting deftness. Despite his stout build, the horned slave closed their distance with a few concise, but harsh steps.


    The sword in his grasp followed him from behind, the suit around his right arm beginning to rend as he tightened the flesh. Swiftly, standing a few steps away from Zyponia’s slave, the man began to swing his way. However, peering at the sight with strange eyes, Lutiel promptly moved towards him.


    The handle in his hands dangled momentarily before straightening itself out briskly, the sharp head atop stopping the sword in its approach. Attacking with raw power, the demonic slave quickly arrived near Lutiel, his eyes twitching as a wall appeared in front of him.


    Holding the blade still, Lutiel’s arms convulsed underneath the pressure, his legs waning ominously. However, with an unrelenting step, he clenched his jaw and arms, pushing even harder against the sword.


    Skimming through the surface, he pried away the weapon while his opponent’s arm briskly flung to the side, opening himself to the man.


    Quickly, with his eyes solemnly staring at the dark jacket, he retreated his spear before springing back at the shoulder. The demons stopped chanting their cheers as they looked at the spectacle. The weapon flying swiftly through the space, he easily cut through the attire.


    Yet, once again clasping their excitement, they watched as black scales revealed themselves. No blood poured out from the attack, the human’s brows somewhat furrowing at the situation. Still, he recollected himself timely, jumping a few steps back before the sword clanged against the marble floor, faint cracks spreading from the fervent force.


    Simultaneously, the slave replied, staggering forward with his spear equipped. Cutting through the room’s thrilling air, the blade advanced rapidly, however, just like before, in the same place, he could do nothing against the tough scales.


    ‘Damn it! It’s like hitting rocks,’ he mused before once again collecting himself. Swinging up from the floor, Hasye dared to cut up his enemy, but the attempt turned futile. Looking at the small, slippery slave right in front of him, he grit his teeth before clenching the sword’s with both hands.


    Rushing forward, he tried to mutilate Lutiel’s range, following with a ferocious slash to the side, free of any skill. Slicing the air up with nothing but pure force, Lutiel leisurely maneuvered through the space, circling around him as his head tinkered.


    ‘Weird. Despite the lacking movements I produce, the glyph isn’t even itching. Yet, it wants to light up a single streak. How come the sword was so different?’ He thought, quickly halting whilst abruptly moving to the left and dodging a sword strike.


    His arms rushed in, raising the spear upwards before thunderously slashing down at the black scales, only for his hands to reverberate instead. ‘Again, damn it.’ He mused, glaring at the man straightening his back. Staring at the glossy scales around his face, placed against one another with no slits between any of them, he suddenly started running towards him, despite the sword readying itself to slash down.


    The eyes of the spectators glanced reinvigorated while Zyponia’s flinched momentarily, her brows staggering at the sight. Despite that, she didn’t back away in the slightest, observing as Lutiel rushed into the strife out of his volition.


    Quickly, right as the sword was about to cleave him in half, a breath away from eternal slumber, he stopped moving. Feeling the nippy wafts brush his body as the sword fell upon the space, the guests stared in silence, watching as the weapon missed the slave by a hair’s breadth.


    Another whine of the metal came about while Lutiel moved his arms in response. With a keen eye, his spear reappeared next to the burly slave, grazing the neck above his collar, to be precise.


    Cocking his head back instantly, the demon staggered through the space, his footing wavering. Moving to the right before slashing back at him immediately, the blade fell upon the side of his neck, nothing ever coming out through the tough defenses.


    Overpowered by the repeating forces, the slave tilted to the side, falling vehemently to the hard floor. His sword rang countless times while wobbling, however, before long, he once again grasped it. Lutiel wasn’t even able to come close before he had already crawled away, nimbly standing up under the sight of nearby demons.


    With attrition, their gazes met, one after another walking with steady, vigilant steps. Watching closely their opponent, none of the voices around came into their heads, both focused immensely upon the duel.


    Unlike before, the duo darted at their opponent at the same time, both activating their weapons, attacking the slave in front of them. Quickly, under the scattering chant of metal, they stopped the other. Clenching their jaws, Lutiel suddenly gained advantage, caving in the man’s grip, only for his foe to repeat the same actions.


    Going back and forth, suddenly, Lutiel thrust to the side, swaying the demon’s stance. Veering inside, he propelled his spear at the man’s chest. However, right as the blade started to dig through the fabric of the suit, his purple eyes widened. No matter how hard he pulled the spear away, the grip of his hand around the blade never lessened.


    Ripping apart through his white gloves, red smears tainted the material, but it didn’t matter. With a rabid glare, Hasye pulled the spear, Lutiel dropping it a moment before his body would be sent flying. Almost immediately as the demon pulled his left arm, the weapon slipped out and flew through the space before coming to an abrupt stop, Zyponia stretching out her hand before it could pierce through her heart.


    Dropping down to the floor, however, she simply left the weapon there, not helping her slave in the slightest.


    ‘I hope it’s just a rule,’ with a fleeting thought, Lutiel quickly focused his head on the approaching tower of shielded flesh. With a swift run to the right, he dodged the incoming sword before it could split him from the head in half. Regardless, making his brows crease up, the demonic slave followed each of the man’s steps, as though the prior falter amounted to a measly nothing.


    A slash to the side came right after, one the human could only duck to evade. Yet, suddenly changing directions, the sword threatened to behead him.