Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 119: Pajamas

As a high-level Sound mage, Elias could normally heal or sustain himself if given enough time, but he’d used up most of his energy repelling Apollo’s final attacks.

A wry chuckle escaped Luke’s lips as he surveyed the scene: two unconscious companions draped across his shoulders, each with ripped clothing that barely shielded them from the mountain chill.

"What am I doing, letting my mind wander like that?" he whispered. "I should be more concerned about getting them shelter and care."

Yet a less charitable thought threatened to bubble up, fueled by the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. They won’t wake up for hours, a mischievous part of his mind suggested.

You could— He cut off that line of thinking with a firm shake of his head. "No," he admonished himself quietly.

"I’m not that kind of man. Besides, interactions of that sort...should at least happen when both parties are conscious."

He turned his focus to the environment.

Avalon Lake, expansive and dotted with small, forested islands, was now eerily calm.

The nightmarish demon legion that once overran the area had been scattered or destroyed, thanks to the Totem Serpent’s rampage.

Luke let his mind drift to the serpent—fresh from devouring remnants of the Plague God’s toxic arm—likely still prowling the region with unstoppable ferocity.

It had taken only an hour for that primordial beast to wipe out or intimidate the various demon tribes that called Avalon Lake home.

"And soon, I’ll bring my own tribe of wolves here," Luke mused. He envisioned the hidden Wolf Valley to the south, where he had left the growing Skywing Wolf pack.

The memory of their pup-like yips and the loyal gaze of the older wolves tugged at him.

"It’ll be perfect if we can keep them here—safe from outside threats. The environment is ideal: plenty of water, robust forests, and with the Totem Serpent nearby, few demon clans would dare trespass."

Luke’s train of thought ended when he noticed a swirl of black scales emerging from the mist. The Totem Serpent (Xuan Serpent), having completed its unchallenged sweep of Avalon Lake, slithered close. Its massive body undulated with effortless grace, each movement whispering across the ground like rolling thunder. In passing, the serpent cast Luke a placid look from one of its enormous, slitted eyes, as though to confirm he was still well.

"Hey, big guy," Luke greeted quietly. The serpent let out a low hiss. If it felt any irritation over the ordeal that had forced it to fight the Plague God, it didn’t show it.

In fact, the serpent seemed content—its power had advanced further through the consumed toxins, and it now practically glowed with venomous potential.

A faint glimmer on the horizon caught Luke’s attention: the early sun’s rays touched the battered remains of the fortress snail’s shell, or what was left of it.

He recalled how he and the Totem Serpent had joined forces to destroy that monstrous aberration, gleaning a precious spirit in the process.

Now nothing but fragments remained, slowly crumbling away or sinking into the lake.

Luke took a deep, steadying breath. "At least that’s done. The snail is gone, Apollo is gone..." He paused, remembering the cardinal’s last hateful glare. "Or more precisely, the Plague God retreated, leaving Apollo’s body to rot. Good riddance."

He scanned the area again, hoping to spot any survivors from Arcadia Academy’s field excursion. A day earlier, they had arrived intending to face minor threats, only to be caught in a cataclysm.

Now, Luke wondered how many students had successfully escaped the chaos. I’ll look for them soon, he decided. First, I should see if there’s a secure spot for these two to rest.

His gaze turned up toward the sky, where, high above, a thick canopy of leaves from an ancient cypress offered partial shelter. Better than leaving them out in the open, he thought.

Carefully, Luke shifted Hazel and Elias from his shoulders and laid them against a smooth chunk of rock. He promptly conjured a faint swirl of poison-laced wind to check for lurking threats; his improved sense allowed him to scan the nearby perimeter.

Only the faint, scampering forms of lesser forest creatures registered—no immediate demons or cultists to worry about.

"Luke!" a sharp voice rang out through the trees. He turned to see Tanya Reed approaching rapidly, dark hair disheveled, her cloak tattered from the prior conflict.

She was accompanied by Perola—still wearing her usual refined expression—and another figure with dusky hair and black wings: Laura Adams. The two tutors, Perola and Laura Adams, had revealed themselves as Fallen Angels in the chaos, sworn protectors of Hazel Ross.

Tanya’s eyes flicked over Hazel and Elias, both unconscious. "Are they all right?" she asked, worry evident in her tone.

Luke nodded. "Just exhausted and battered. They need rest and healing. Hazel overextended herself awakening the Parthenon Soul; Elias is wounded from all the fights. They’ll pull through, but not if they keep traveling in this state."

Perola’s gaze latched onto Hazel. "So...her soul fully awakened?" she inquired in a hushed voice, as though verifying a rumored miracle.

"It did," Luke replied. "And it saved all of us. She used blessing spells that supercharged the Totem Serpent—enough to tear the Plague God’s arm off." A slight grin touched his lips. "After that, that monstrous deity didn’t last long."

Laura Adams exhaled softly, relief evident as she folded her black wings behind her. "That’s...beyond what we expected. We had no idea she could fuse with the Parthenon Soul so quickly."

At that comment, Tanya’s expression brightened slightly, though fatigue weighed on her shoulders. "Fate or luck, we owe her our lives."

Luke rose, brushing some dirt off his knees. "Now we just need a secure place to let them recover."

A delicate sigh escaped Perola’s lips. "Indeed. But we also have...an unresolved matter." She pointed at the edges of her own clothes, which were torn and waterlogged.

"Laura Adams and I have some explaining to do, I suspect. Our presence here is hardly a coincidence, especially after the fiasco with Apollo."