Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 137 - 136: Eighth Demon Down | The Next Demons | Kiriza

Spinning his head dramatically, Ibyu sighed. {Before you go, can I please not go back inside your chest?} Ibyu asked.

{I want somewhere safe. Like your eyes for example.}

Seiya's brows raised in question, raising Ibyu's tiny form slightly along with it.

{I meant, I want to stay plastered over your eyes, beneath your blindfold, not go into your eyes,} Ibyu clarified. {It's not like you can see with your eyes right now anyway,} it added.

Seiya kept silent, no hint of responding so Ibyu pressed on. {Sei c'mon, I'll liquify and stick over your eyes. it'll be like an eye mask, like the ones heroes wear over their eyes. It'll be cool, you know.}

"Not this night Ibyu, no," Seiya refused. "I'm already straining hard enough to see as it is, and having you plaster yourself over my eyes will not help in any way."

{Tsk!}

"You should've stayed back with the villagers then," Seiya suggested.

{Yeah, I should have,} Ibyu replied. {And have them crush me to death, yeah.}

{Why don't you even have a defensive ability? An ability with which you're able to set up a protective barrier like Kaeliyus,} Ibyu chided, a bit frustrated at the situation.

Sighing in exasperation, Seiya gently grabbed Ibyu by its skin, pulled it back despite Ibyu's weak attempt at holding on. Without hesitation, Seiya flung it away and turned to start leaving.

{No, please, don't leave me,} Ibyu cried through telepathy as it was hurled away. Its tiny feet pattered against the ground, desperately scrambling toward Seiya. Though its legs were far too small to cover much distance, it pushed onward.

{Sei, please wait—take me with you. I'm scared, uwu} it pleaded, its voice trembling as it raced after him.

Seiya turned back to the direction he had flung Ibyu and called to it softly. "Come." As if being propelled by an invisible force, Ibyu was lifted into the air and propelled forward toward Seiya who caught it in his grasp.

"…."

{….}

They both gazed at each other in silence, none ready to speak.

"I can't cut open my chest to place you back in. Kaeliyus isn't here to heal me," Seiya spoke after a while. "You should've gone back in when I had multiple open wounds," he added.

{I should have, yeah. So sad,} Ibyu remarked teasingly.

{Just open your mouth wide and let me go back in,} It said.

"Ugh! I hate that," Seiya groaned. Reluctantly, Seiya opened wide his mouth as demanded by Ibyu, and Ibyu liquified into a thick slimy blood that slithered down Seiya's throat.

Seiya gagged, the urge to vomit rising, but he fought to suppress it, feeling a tingling sensation as Ibyu settled back into place. He ran a hand over his throat, feeling Ibyu nestle in his chest, before he turned and continued his walk toward his destination.

****

In the dim light, bathed only in the glow of the moon, Kaeliyus was locked in a fierce struggle with three demons.

The demons moved as one, surrounding Kaeliyus, who held his ground with unwavering resolve. The earth beneath them trembled with each heavy step, shockwaves of dust and dirt swirling through the air.

Their powers collided with Kaeliyus', sparking explosions and flashes of intense energy—their speed, beyond measure.

Though the demons proved formidable, Kaeliyus could not afford to falter. Not when his young Lord had specifically entrusted this task to him. He was determined to eliminate the demons, no matter the cost.

*****

As Seiya strolled through the village, his path guided by his keen hearing and blurred vision, he suddenly came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the road. In the distance, a traditional house stood, barely visible—revealed only to those who looked closely enough.

{Why'd you stop? You haven't reached there yet,} Ibyu chimed from within.

Without a word, Seiya propelled his staff upward, caught it horizontally at his shoulder height and without a moment's hesitation, hurled it forward with brutal force, hurtling the staff forward.

The staff shot through the air with intense speed, racing straight at the traditional house in the distance. It blasted through the sliding doors of the house, firing its way inside.

The staff struck with brutal force, slamming into a female demon draped in traditional yet revealing attire, seated gracefully beside a table where she drank—obliterating her in an instant.

Blood splattered violently across the room as the staff crushed her chest, exploding her upper body to bits. A piercing scream rang out from another female demon seated at the opposite end of the table, seemingly sharing a drink with the deceased demon—her conversation interrupted by the horrific sight.

Her eyes widened in terror, shaking within their sockets as she stared at the carnage before her. Her face, now drenched in blood, trembled as she scrambled to her feet. With frantic, panicked screams, she fled the room, her kimono trailing the ground as she desperately escaped.

The staff, still hovering in the room, soaked in red that pattered to the floor, swerved mid-air before speeding back to Seiya, who had commanded its return within him.

Seiya caught the staff effortlessly, swinging it to the side with a sharp swoosh to shake the blood off. "Just two more left," he muttered.

Tilting his head toward the west, gaze lingering there for a moment, Seiya murmured. "Seems like Kaeliyus has been able to take one down."

"Though I wonder… if he can handle the one with seven hearts."

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Turning his head, Seiya resumed his walk, focusing on the completion of his mission. He moved steadily until he reached the traditional house that sprawled across a vast expanse.

Unlike the others they had passed, this house stood out—large and imposing, as if belonging to someone of considerable wealth or rank within the village.

Before the house stretched a veranda, elevated slightly from the ground, running the length of the building. Seated on it were two demons—a male and a female.

The female demon sat behind the male, trembling in fear, blood splattered across her form. She was the one sharing a drink with the demon Seiya had obliterated with his staff earlier.

The male demon was unnervingly pale, as white as paper, his skin so chalk-like it almost blended with his snow-white hair. His long, silky hair cascaded over his shoulders, matching the color of his skin so seamlessly that it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began.

Unlike the previous demon, whose hair obscured half of his face, this one's hair was neatly parted in the middle, exposing his features fully. A crimson circle marked one of his eyes, while the other bore three black sloping stripes that curved from beneath his eye to his temple in a deliberate, almost ritualistic pattern.

He was clad in nothing but a simple, traditional piece of clothing—a mere cloth tightly wrapped around his waist, reaching his knees, his feet bare.

As he sat on the veranda, his posture slumped forward in a listless manner, his limbs stained with dirt, and his downturned eyes reflected a sense of weariness and detachment.

His gaze was lowered, distant, as though clouded by some inner turmoil—as if in some sort of despondency, adding to the eerie aura that surrounded him.

Without a word, he lifted his head, meeting Seiya's gaze. The pungent stench that clung to his body assaulted Seiya's senses, causing him to wrinkle his brow in irritation. Frustration bubbled within him from this—ready to finish this mission once and for all.