The Demon King's Hero Of Light 80 Chapter 80 Pain Is Acceptable

Firion nodded, handing the empty tray back to Edgar and turning to leave the room.

"I'll fetch the boy and that other counselor," he said over his shoulder.

Edgar was looking at the tray in surprise as Aella turned to the two regents.

"No one is allowed to go to the dungeon until I say. It's currently filled with death magic."

With startled expressions, they both bowed and she teleported outside the window of the Spell Spire. She was expecting trouble from inside.

"Do you have any idea how long it took me to connect them? I spent life force that you just destroyed!" he snarled as she approached the window cautiously.

Noting the new traps, he had laid out for her, she realized she always entered through the same window. He had been paying attention, and had traps everywhere. Had she teleported inside the spire; she would have been caught immediately.

"You've been busy," she murmured, ignoring his comments.

"Enjoying the death, you've caused to your people?" he asked, taking a different approach when she didn't respond to his complaints.

Aella wanted to laugh at him, since he was the one who had sent the storm monster towards her, but didn't. She'd been treating him like a poor prisoner, similar to herself, but she shouldn't have been. He was just like all of the counselors who had kept her trapped in the pits. Only, instead of throwing other kids at her, he was throwing words and much bigger problems. She needed to return to the way she had been, and stop being so… courteous? Civil? Yes, she needed to stop being so civil.

"Your father is dead, you know. That's why the military advisor couldn't reach him on his communication device."

She continued to ignore his words, as if they were just inane sounds, and studied the various traps he had laid out for her. Every one of them was tied to him through his black lines of magic. She wasn't sure just yet if they were connected to his spell circle, that held him captive, or not, but the more she studied them, the more it seemed they were.

"If you go to that child, I will kill him, just like the ones in the dungeon," he snarled.
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She almost reacted, but managed to hold it in. There was no way to stop Firion from getting the boy, as she didn't know where he was at. The demon was just trying to get a rise out of her, and she was determined it wasn't going to work. Besides, if the child did die, he wouldn't be the first. It would just be one more thing to charge this demon with, before her.

"If your kingdom falls, then so will you. All of the things you have worked so hard for, fought for, won… they will all go away in the blink of an eye. The castle will lose its magic, and all of those you think of as friends will die." His voice was smooth, and silvery. There was something about it that enticed her to look at him, to listen to him, and to answer him.

Instead, she flew up and around to the other window. There were no magical lines here. In fact, the very lack of magic on this side of the tower intrigued her. She approached the window, looking for magical traps, but instead, she saw a mechanical one. No one entered through this window, because there wasn't a ladder here, and yet, someone had gone to the trouble of trapping it anyway.

His howl of anger was gruff and gravelly. "You will listen to me!"

She ignored him, only making sure there were no lines of magic approaching her, and studied the trap to figure out what it did and how to disarm it. There hadn't been a lot of traps in the pits, but the few she had encountered were designed to maim and kill.

He was quiet for a while, no doubt trying to think of something new to say, to get her riled up. She was determined to figure him out, without reacting to his threats and mind tricks. Ten minutes went by, as she tried to figure out the trap in the window, and he remained silent the entire time, staring at her.

"Ah," she said, finally spotting the tiny wire that ran from the trigger to the plate of darts on the side of the window. Reaching up with her black dagger, she cut it, and 8 darts leapt out of the plate, embedding themselves into the wood on the other side. Thick green oil oozed from the holes, where they had been coated in some kind of poison. It wouldn't have worked on her, but those darts would have still hurt. Taking another couple of minutes to make sure there wasn't anything else, she teleported just inside the room.

He still did not say anything, watching as she floated closer and closer, stopping just before the first of the black invisible traps waited to grab her. She was plenty close enough to study his spell circle without having to strain. She realized the last time she had tried to study it; he had interrupted her. This time, she wouldn't stop until she had unraveled all of the mystery of the circle.

The magic used to contain him, was sucked out of the surrounding area. That might explain the lack of magic, but she wasn't sure. She would have to ask Bridgette. The circle contained him, preventing him from being able to physically leave, even through the use of a teleport ability, like she had. It prolonged his life, and prevented him from going crazy, which was a good thing, because she couldn't imagine being trapped in one place for as long as he had obviously been trapped, and not going insane.

It did not prevent him from using magic within the circle, but he had to expend his personal life energy in order to cast his magic outside of the circle. That might be why he was so shrunk and deformed. There was a rune she didn't recognize, that she was trying to remember what it might be, when the faintest flicker of his eyes caught her attention. She teleported outside of the tower so fast, she was impressed with herself. Her speed was improving!

The sound of something wet drew her eyes towards the circle inside the tower. A green glob of goo, the same color as the darts in the window, quivered against the edge of the spell circle. Sending out tendrils towards her, she backed up, high into the sky, to evade it. It perched on the edge of the windowsill, quivering in the slight breeze, before it moved forward and plunged towards the city below. The sounds of the demon inside the spire laughing drew her attention.

"Good luck stopping it, Your Majesty! That thing will eat everyone and everything in its path, and grow without stopping! Haven't you been bringing all of your people into the palace for safety?"

She was torn. He was distracting her from studying the circle he was contained within again, but if she ignored the slime, it might just do as he said it would. There was nothing for it. She had to stop the thing.

Dropping down where she had seen it land, Aella spied it moving along the edge of the roof, about to drop down again. Throwing a blast of fire at it, it stopped in its tracks. The fire washed over it, and she could hear it sizzling and popping as the heat attacked its outer surface. Quivering, it went to throw itself off the roof and Aella caught it in a fire-filled basket, totally encasing it, and keeping it from plummeting onto the unsuspecting people below. Juggling it as it sent tentacle after tentacle out to escape, she watched it shrink in on itself, until there was only a tiny nugget of burnt material. Not taking any chances, she continued to fry that thing, until even the burnt bits were consumed. The ashes drifted away as she cautiously approached the spire. There was no doubt in her mind, that demon was throwing spells up all over the room.

Sure enough, as she reached the window, she saw that there were black lines all over the place, preventing her from getting near him at all. He smiled at her, gloating in his cleverness, but rather than looking annoyed, she gave him a smile.

"How much life force does it take, to send out so many lines? Feeling weaker than before? I've already learned everything I need to learn from your spell circle. I just wanted to watch you waste more of your precious life force."

The look of surprise that flashed over his face only lasted the briefest of moments, before it was gone, hidden behind a mask of anger and hatred.

"I will kill everyone and everything you hold dear!" he screamed at her, but she only tilted her head to the side and shrugged.

"Go ahead. Pain is my friend, and reminds me that I am not dead yet. Besides, everything you try and do, while trapped in that circle, will only hurt you, not me."