Master and Disciple

In the dark dungeon, a decaying smell permeated the damp air.

A seductive figure passed through the layers of cells, heading directly towards the deepest part of the death row.

Countless hoarse, unpleasant curses and roars filled her ears, but clearly, those simple verbal curses had no effect on her as she passed through.

The Demon Tribe’s prison was perhaps the most secure and robust on the entire Seraphis Continent.

Every race imprisoned here was subjected to sealing devices custom-made for their specific powers.

Feeling the missed gazes on her, the woman’s steps did not falter in the slightest.

The heels of her metal high-heeled shoes made a distinct sound as they tapped on the ground, and her red skirt trailed, stirring up floating dust.

Finally, the spiral staircase reached the lowest level, and the annoying curses completely disappeared.

Although it was the lowest level of the prison, the light here was far brighter than the upper levels.

A faint blue light emanated an unnatural chill. Here, there were no cages forged from magic-sealing metal.

Iron hooks were deeply embedded in the inner walls, and thick, special chains bound not living flesh, but souls.

Lilith felt the temperature of the soul flame in her purplish-blue demonic veins, a feeling that others couldn’t decipher flashing in her eyes, until the bound soul-body before her opened its slumbering eyes.

“Hehe, when did the high and mighty Demon Queen have time to condescend to see me, a dead loser?”

Even though only his soul was sealed in this dungeon, the elder’s basic appearance in life could still be discerned from the outline of his soul. His messy beard and hair drifted freely without the restraint of weight.

His aged, yet not murky, eyes were filled with profound mockery.

“Master, how have you been here?”

The Demon Queen seemed to ignore the elder’s sarcasm. She merely gazed at the floating soul-body with a placid expression, the flickering firelight reflecting on her charming, smooth cheeks.

“Don’t use that mouth of yours to utter the words ‘Master’! I have never taken a succubus as a disciple! Those two familiar words, spoken from your mouth, only make me feel disgusted from the bottom of my heart!”

The elder cursed contemptuously. Even though his soul-body’s limbs were bound by chains, the expression on his face openly displayed his disgust and contempt for the Demon Tribe’s supreme ruler before him.

“Master, you misunderstand me. I have no other purpose in coming here this time than to ask if there’s anything making you uncomfortable here? If you tell me, I will try my best to meet your needs.”

As if to prove that the elder’s words were not empty, under the flickering blue light, the darkness covering the woman’s forehead was slightly dispelled. In the light, the woman lowered her head, her head adorned with sheep-like black horns, glowing faintly blue under the pale candlelight.

Looking at the seductive figure, the elder mocked provocatively.

“So, the status and power you gained by selling your soul can no longer satisfy your vanity? Now you have to rely on these resources, stained with the blood of your former companions, to sicken me?”

Wherever the elder’s gaze fell, the Demon Queen’s appearance fully materialized. In the deepest part of the dark dungeon, that seductive figure couldn’t help but make one’s blood surge.

The woman was half-wrapped in a crimson fur coat, stitched from the unknown hide of an animal, her exposed beautiful body faintly visible beneath thin gauze.

Slender, bat-like black wings extended from behind her waist, and between her fair, long legs, a black, heart-shaped tail, extending from who knows where, playfully swayed in the air.

“Master, are you blaming me?”

The Demon Queen sighed inwardly, an almost imperceptible hint of helplessness flashing in her purplish-blue eyes.

“Blame? How dare I blame you? You are now the Queen of the entire Demon Tribe, and I am merely a残魂野鬼, a remnant soul tormented by curses, having even lost my physical body…”

The elder sneered. In his eyes, every inch of the Demon Queen’s physical body and soul existing in this space was wrong, destined to die.

“You are my Master. A Master scolding a disciple is only natural. This will not change even if my race has changed.”

The Demon Queen’s eyes always maintained a calm and composed demeanor.

Such sarcasm and cold remarks had been endured countless times since she ascended to this position, yet she had persisted until now, eliminating all ill-intentioned individuals one by one.

“Don’t even try. I am not worthy of being your Queen’s mentor. My disciple, from beginning to end, was only the last Saintess of the Reincarnation Cult, and she died long ago in that Divine War.”

The elder’s eyes held a flood-like sorrow. Even when his spirit-body spoke, his voice still visibly trembled from intense emotional fluctuations.

“But I am still here, living in the present.”

“No, you are not her. My disciple’s name was Lamia; she was human. And your name is Aelusala! You god-desecrating betrayer of your own deity!”

“You stinking hussy, ridden by many! You not only betrayed your own deity, but even betrayed your bloodline, betrayed your race! How does it feel? Does putting on this succubus body make you feel a soul-deep exhilaration?”

“Have you already tried rolling around in bed with those male demons and tasting forbidden fruit with this body? Get out of my sight! Don’t dirty my eyes with your filthy body!”

It was hard to imagine what circumstances could cause a former Master and disciple to fracture into their current state.

The Master disregarded their former bond, directly cursing his once proud female disciple with such ugly, vulgar insults.

Perhaps the emotional fluctuations were too intense, or perhaps the restraints on those unknown chains were triggered.

The elder’s soul seemed to be suddenly struck, rippling in layers. The light of his soul dimmed, even becoming somewhat transparent.

“Master, say less. There are restrictions here. If you expend too much soul power, you will fall back into slumber.”

Aelusala reminded him, whether out of concern or mockery.

“Get out, get out…”

The elder’s voice was weak, yet he continued to repeat these words endlessly.

“Master, you said one thing wrong. In the past, you indeed only had me as a disciple, but now, you should have gained another junior disciple.”

Aelusala’s words caused the weak elder’s pupils to sharply dilate.

He suddenly looked up, staring into her purplish-blue demonic eyes. In the pale blue light, he exuded the ferocity and defiance of an old male lion.

“You laid hands on her?!”

“Please rest assured, Master, I always show mercy to my own kin. Since she is Master’s disciple, she is also my junior sister. No matter what, I would not inflict a fatal blow before even meeting her.”

“However, Lady Lilith has already crossed paths with her. It seems this junior sister of mine is no simple individual. But it doesn’t matter. If she is a smart person, she should know how to choose.”

In the flickering light, a hint of playful mockery appeared in Aelusala’s demonic eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“The literal meaning, of course. In the current continental strife among the gods, submitting to the skirts of Demon God Lilith is the only correct choice. If she is intelligent enough, I don’t mind, according to Lady Lilith’s will, taking another daughter…”

“Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, Master. Just as a small piece of information for you, your disciple, my junior disciple, perhaps should be called junior sister now~”

Beneath the dark underground prison, the Demon Queen’s eyes glinted with a joyful smile.

She seemed to already see the girl, once in a similar predicament as herself, degenerating into a demon.

It seemed that only by seeing others repeat her path could her empty heart be slightly soothed.