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Chapter 30 - Fight Your Demons
🕑 Added 2025-05-21 07:11:03 +0000 UTCValyria
“Drown me in a mountain of gold? Damn two talking, dream invading, zombie-making, human-eating ugly fucking bastards. He thinks he can con me? I am so going to make that overgrown snake regret it.” Robert muttered to himself as he moved through the damp and dark tunnel to outside, hopefully.
He had a lot of questions, like why the fuck did that Valyrian want to end slavery, much less summon a fucking archdemon to do it?
Letting it be was one choice, but eventually someone else with dragons would arrive at Valyria, and chances are, they would actually believe the fugly bastard down in that hole, and then this world truly would be fucked, not to mention the demon would just keep appearing in his dreams without a doubt.
So Robert had no choice but to deal with it now, and he had just the idea for it.
Walking in complete darkness with only a torch tends to make a person lose their sense of time, but it came to an end when he reached a wooden door, half rotten, half burned, and easily went down with a kick.
The air inside was stale and dusty due to lack of proper ventilation, and another door, which seemed to be opened with force, was at the other end of the room.
There were corpses lying on the ground; one had lost his head, most likely executed, judging by how smooth the cut on the decaying bone was. The others, he couldn’t tell why they had died, but he could see the skeletons weren’t infected with the spawn of that demon after kicking their Valyrian steel armors to check.
A desk stood at the corner, and Robert went to rummage through it to see if there was anything important. Rotting parchments with illegible writings, quills, dried ink bottles, and a candle stood on top, and he checked the drawers. The one at the right had some more writing supplies, the middle, larger drawer had a well-preserved book written in Valyrian, and at the left there was another leather-bound book.
Robert opened it and was taken back by what he saw, bringing the torch closer to make sure it wasn’t the shadows playing games on him. He turned the pages gently to avoid damaging the diary, only to see he wasn’t mistaken at all.
The diary was…
Shaking his head, Robert took the diary with him, as well as the other book, since he believed it was important as well.
He wanted to read the diary, but there was an archdemon he had to slay, and the Lord of Asgard would definitely get lost in the pages, wasting valuable time.
Stairs, stretching on for a really long distance—long enough he couldn’t see the end of it with the torch alone—greeted him at the other end, and sighing in resignation, Robert began to climb, measuring each step.
For some time, the stairs didn’t seem to have an end, making him wonder how the heck the Valyrian climbed these stairs each day, but eventually Robert saw sunlight peeking through the door at the exit and hurried up, climbing the stairs three at a time.
Giving his eyes a couple of seconds to get used to the sunlight again, Robert found himself in a living room, with nary a corpse lying around.
—
Naduin was confused about the human. He had no holy protection, no sorcery concealing his true intentions, and no innate or acquired power of any kind.
Yet he could not read the mortal’s soul to lay his deepest desires bare and unfold his thoughts before the might of an archdemon. It was as if his soul was covered by the remnants of another soul, creating a void he couldn’t pierce through.
Even invading his dreams took a more ridiculous amount of effort than it did against that Valyrian girl, who at least had a sliver of magic in her blood.
His comment about dying before and waking up in his current body did not escape Naduin’s notice. Magic to take over a body did exist and wasn’t particularly rare, but finding a suitable host wasn’t that easy, and the Archdemon doubted the human was a sorcerer, as he had no magic, meaning it was most likely an outside intervention.
Which meant the original soul was stuck in the body and was slowly merged with the invading soul, leaving behind a husk.
How that happened, Naduin had no idea, but if the opportunity presented itself, he would search for an answer.
At least he appeared to be greedy for gold and riches, the worthless shiny trinkets they were.
Those types of mortals were fun.
—
Calling his dragons after making it out of the house, Robert searched through the saddlebag and grinned when he found what he was looking for.
That fucker was going to regret messing with him.
Now, he just needed to go down those damn stairs again.
Ugh.
—
The mortal slowly walked into the cave, holding a bag over his shoulder, grumbling about the stairs.
“Well, do you have it?” Naduin asked as the human slowly approached the blood orb meant to power the creation of his body on this plane of existence.
He couldn’t sense any magic from the bag but chalked it up to the human’s soul acting as a veil.
“Boy, do I. You’re going to love it.” He said, taking a bottle that clearly didn’t contain dragon blood, and dumped the clear liquid on the orb before Naduin could stop him.
A burning sensation flared from where his heart would be, and the cave shook as the archdemon screamed in agony. The hearts started beating faster, emitting a sickly green light, as did the blood orb.
“You bastard, do you have any idea how many D&D sessions and video games I played, or how many fantasy books I read? That double talk about burying me under gold isn’t going to work, but I bet the rubbing alcohol is going to fuck this satanic ritual up. Enjoy, chucklenuts.” The mortal said, grinning impishly.
“YOUUU!!!” Naduin screamed as a fresh wave of pain bloomed across his body, causing the cave to shake more, and a stalactite fell near the human, who flashed his thumbs up at the archdemon and ran.
—
Robert bolted to the exit at full speed. Hopefully, this ritual would be destroyed and send the fucker back to whatever hell it crawled out from, as blood and isopropyl alcohol did not get along well.
Bursting through the doors, Robert climbed the stairs as fast as he could, and the tremors weren’t making things any easier. Making it back to the house, Robert barely stopped himself as a slab of rock fell right in front of him, followed by others as the earthquake the demon caused was bringing the building down.
He threw himself out of the window just in time as the already weakened structure came down, followed by others across the district.
Running to an open place to call his dragons down and leave, at least until the tremors ceased, Robert stopped as the shaking stopped abruptly. Watching the tower for any signs of the demon, a small smile spread across his face after nothing happened for a good while, and the Lord of Asgard began to do a celebratory dance.
Which halted midway when, with a roar that startled him, the Arch-Demon burst out of the tower, sending rock flying everywhere. Slowly turning around with his smile transforming to a look of resignation, Robert watched as the demon walked out of the ruins of the tower, fell on one knee, and visibly shrunk.
Rather than the thirty-foot-long nightmare, it had at least shrunk to half size and lost two of its wings, the remaining appendages too weak to allow flight. It coughed out black smoke after breathing fire for a couple of seconds.
More than just affecting its size, the alcohol seemed to have weakened it.
Furious, it slammed a fist on the standing parts of the tower, wrecking the tower entirely.
“You will die for this, mortal filth.” The demon roared, pushing itself up, as the predatory irises landed on his location.
Well, Robert never imagined slaying a demon, besides when he was playing video games, but since the opportunity had presented itself, he wasn’t going to pass it.
That and who knew what kind of trouble that bastard would cause?
Jogging towards the fifteen-foot-tall demon, who was heading towards him anyway, Robert prepared for the fight of his life.
—
Naduin stomped on the ground, trying to crush the human like the bug he was, but this decaying body was slow, and every time the Archdemon tried to use his magic, it further shortened his time on this plane. He could annihilate the human and the island entirely with a snap of his fingers, but since the ritual was botched, the body he was inhabiting would turn to dust if even a sliver of the might he possessed was channeled.
The Spawnfather of Kalmion might have lost, but he was taking that mortal with him for an eternity of agony.
The said human dodged to the left and stabbed Naduin’s foot, causing an excruciating pain to spread. If he had his real body, the weapon wouldn’t even leave a scratch, but now, the barely magical sword had hurt him.
Grasping the edge of a roof, he ripped chunks of stone and sent them raining towards the human, who ran between the Archdemon’s legs to avoid the projectiles.
Bringing his tail down to crush the mortal, Naduin stumbled forward, letting out a wail when the human managed to roll out of the way and cut the tip of his tail off, resulting in pale green, scorching hot blood gushing out of the wound.
—
Robert, after cutting the demon’s tail off, decided to go for the head, and, avoiding the boiling blood, jumped on the tail, using the spiky parts to climb up while the demon tried to shake him off. Holding on for dear life with his sword strapped to his back, Robert continued to climb, coming halfway up before boils began to appear on the demon’s back, and to his annoyance, more of its spawn burst out of the liquid-filled sacks, coming to defend their creator. Deciding to hell with it, Robert jumped at the demon’s leg, pulling his sword midair and stabbing.
The sharp Valyrian Steel sword plunged deep into the archdemon’s flesh, and Robert’s weight began to pull the sword down, slicing open the leg from mid-thigh to ankle. The Lord of Asgard had to stick close to the leg to not get in contact with the boiling blood as the sickly life-giving liquid poured out of the wound.
Ignoring the demon’s roar, Robert went for the wounded leg again, hoping to mutilate it enough to force the bastard down, before it released a shockwave, sending Robert flying back.
All around him the corpses began to rush at the Archdemon, ignoring him completely, and wondering what the hell it was doing now, Robert felt like slapping himself.
The creatures, Kalmion, left the bodies behind and started to fuse with their Spawnfather, melding on the wounds and closing them shut, but the rest kept climbing up before entering through the Archdemon’s mouth, making Robert visibly sick. Red lines, as if veins filled with fire, just like with the monster he had killed before, began to spread out from its glowing heart, covering the entire fifteen-foot-tall body.
The flesh beneath its wings bulged, as if something was trying to claw its way out, before the missing wings burst out of its back. As if in triumph, the demon blasted out a wave of fire that was bigger than anything his dragons could make and turned to Robert, grinning.
At least he thought it was grinning; not like Robert was an expert in demonology.
“Prepare for an eternity of pain, mortal vermin.” The demon grunted out before flapping its wings and slowly taking to the air.
Robert crashed through another window and into a building, assessing the situation.
Things just got a lot harder.
