The Damned Demon

The atmosphere in Hellbringer Tower was charged with tension, and the air got thicker by the second.

Rebecca, despite the unsettling intensity of Asher's gaze, refused to be intimidated.

She puffed up her chest and placed her hands defiantly on her hips, "Hmph, that's good. I pity others. Not the other way around," she retorted, her voice laced with a defiant edge.

Asher, his expression unreadable and his fists clenched behind his back, took slow, deliberate steps toward her.

Each footfall echoed ominously through the hall, "I am only going to ask this once... Why did you kill Rowena's mother and everyone who took part in that quest?"

Rebecca's facade momentarily cracked, her eyes widening. But the next second she burst into cold laughter, her voice echoing off the stone walls, "Hahahaha…Are you listening to yourself?"

"You think this is funny? You still haven't answered my question," Asher continued, his advance unrelenting, his aura expanding with each step, making Rebecca's discomfort palpably increase as her smile faded.

"How can I know? I barely even remember how I survived, other than the fact that Layla Drake saved my life... I guess. As I told others, my memories of that day are really fuzzy. Layla died a hero, and it is because of me, a survivor's words, that she is still remembered like one. So if you are here because of Rowena, you should tell her she should thank me," Rebecca retorted with a cold scoff, her composure slipping back into place.

"Not before I find out how and why you killed her mother," Asher countered, his eyes narrowing with a dark glint.

Rebecca's composure faltered momentarily, her eyes narrowing, "What makes you think I killed her?"

"I learned that it was you who caused the deaths of everyone in that quest. Did you forget that you aren't the only survivor? The Nightshade Princess had a lot to tell me," Asher stated flatly, his voice growing louder as he drew nearer, his presence almost suffocating.

Rebecca shook her head, her expression stiffening in denial, "Nonsense! If you had any solid proof, you wouldn't even bother asking me. You must be really desperate for answers to impress your queen. How pitiful," Rebecca mocked with a scornful smile.

Before Rebecca could say anything further, in a swift motion, Asher closed the distance between them.

His figure blurred, and suddenly he was right in front of her, his hand snapping out to clutch her neck.

"Urhk!" Rebecca winced as the iron-like grip of his hand squeezed her neck a bit too firmly, "Take off your…filthy hand…urghk…"

However, Asher's eyes were looking down on her, his voice chilling, a low growl as he leaned in close, "The proof is already in your head. But I want to hear from you first why you killed your own queen. Just how rotten are you truly?"

Rebecca, her survival instincts kicking in, grasped Asher's arm in a futile attempt to loosen his grip from her neck.

Despite the strain, her voice remained defiant, her eyes burning with ridicule, "Ha...I have a thousand reasons to get rid of a bitch that kept clawing at my back ever since we were young. Who is to say I wouldn't just take advantage of a nice opportunity? Even if I didn't get such a chance, I say she deserved it!" Rebecca had enough, and all she wanted was to witness the sheer frustration and helplessness on his usually smug face. Let him have a taste of what it felt like to be her.

Asher's response was icy, his voice a harsh whisper that sliced through the charged air, "Well... I have run out of patience. Are you going to obediently hand over those memories to me, or do you wantto squeeze them out of you?" His grip tightened ominously around her neck, his eyes hardening into steely orbs.

Rebecca, undeterred, managed a cold scoff, "Not even your pretty fish girl can probe my head, not without destroying those memories. Do you think I haven't prepared for such scenarios in case you were going to try to break your word? You are not the only one who knows mindforce experts."

Asher's retort was a growl, low and menacing, "Who said anything about involving Isola? I will be the one to see if you will break and give them to me."

A flicker of uncertainty crossed Rebecca's eyes before she masked it with a defiant scoff, "You think I will break from your stupid torture? I am still standing even after everything you did toall those days. No matter what you do... you will never get what you want."

Asher's voice dropped to a sinister whisper, his aura darkening, "Maybe, but you are quite mistaken. Did you really think that was the extent of how I could torture you? I bectoo relaxed for my own good and inadvertently went easy on you. But today, I am going to turn this day into a very regretful one for you. Even if you don't end up giving up those memories to me, I will make you realize what your true worth is," His eyes briefly glowed with an ominous light.

Without any warning, Asher's hand tore through the fabric of her black gown, the delicate material giving way like paper.

*Kresshk!*

The dress fell to the floor in tatters, revealing her pale, alluring body beneath. Her full, perky breasts bounced with the sudden freedom, nipples hardened from the cool air and the surge of humiliation that shot through her blood.

Rebecca's eyes widened in shock, her hands flying to her chest in a futile attempt to cover her exposed flesh.

"YOU!-"

Her face flushed a deep shade of crimson, but before she could utter a single curse, a dramatic transformation overtook Asher.

Large wyvern-like leathery ashen wings erupted from his back, stretching wide and intimidating within the confines of the hall. With a forceful grip, he tightened his hold on Rebecca's neck and suddenly took off, propelling them both upward.

*Whoosh!*

Rebecca's howl of "You bastaaaardd...." reverberated through the hall as Asher blasted out of the roof of the tower, the broken tiles and debris scattering in their wake. They disappeared into the stormy skies, her screams fading into the thunderous roar, not knowing what kind of storm he was going to drag her into.

The air in a very moody yet eerie town reeked of despair and decay, as if the very essence of this forsaken place had seeped into the atmosphere itself.

The streets were stained with unmentionable filth, and the crooked buildings loomed over the narrow pathways like a silent audience to the debauchery that often took place within their crumbling walls.

Asher, adorned in a full black leather armor with a cloak and a helmet that completely concealed his features save for his cold, unfeeling dark yellow eyes, rode through the center of the forsaken town astride a majestic black steed. On his right hand was a thick black whip that he dramatically and slowly raised into the air.

The horse's hooves left wisps of smoldering flames in its wake, its burning red eyes matching the malevolent glow of the alleyways it trod through.

Behind him, tethered to the end of a long, inky black leash, stumbled a naked Rebecca.

The cold air caressed her exposed pale skin, chilling her voluptuous curves and causing her nipples to harden into pinkened peaks.

Her silky silver hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the darkness that seemed to cling to her very core.

Wrapped in chains and bound at the wrists, the black mask that covered the upper half of her face concealed heridentity,but not the burning resentment in her pale red eyes.

*Thrsh!*

The sound of a whip lasing against soft skin echoed ominously, followed by a stifled cry,

"Mmmffff!" However, the black mouth gag that wrapped around her mouth served its purpose of rendering her speechless, her muffled curses and groans mere whimpers beneath the leather gag.

Her shapely back and buttocks were riddled with red lash marks, and if one took a close look at her body, especially her limbs, torso, and below her hips, they could see letters painted using bold black ink.

"MASTER'S CUM DUMP" on her stomach, "I LOVE BEING HIS WHORE" on her heavy breasts, "MASTER'S COCK IS THE KEY" on the bare skin between her thighs and so many other letterings all over her body, each more or less degrading than the other.

Yet, therealsource of her distress was the crowd of men emerging from the shadows, their eyes devouring her exposed body.

Whispers filled the air as they commented on her assets, objectifying her with crude remarks, "Look at those ripe titties jiggling," one man sneered, "I bet that plump ass tastes like honey," another jeered.

"I would love to suck the milk out of them all day long. How could they be so big and hot at the stime?"

"See, see! Her ass has been marked asvirgin! Is it really true??!"

"That's bullshit. Her slutty ass must have already swallowed a hundred dicks!"

Whispers and crude remarks followed their procession like a putrid trail,

"My aged eyes had never seen a whore of such a superior and fine breed. From what kind of noble hole did he pull her out from?"

"I bet he paid a fortune of life crystals to buy her. She must be crippled or captured as a prisoner!"

"I bet it's the latter. I can smell very slight hints of mana fromherjuicy body. I bet she must be at least a mother! That makes her even more juicy, hehe."

"Aye, and look at that ass! I bet she's as cold and tight as the ice in the north!"

"Man, I would love to lash her huge ass all day long. Look at them ripple. That lucky bastard!"

Rebecca's heartbeat accelerated as rage and shengulfed her, but she couldn't fight back. Her powers were useless, with her mana circuit compromised by the damn slave seal, rendering her helpless. And this alien bastard seemed to feed off her vulnerability, wearing a wicked grin beneath his helmetwhichshe could feel even without seeing his face.

Asher's voice echoed beside her ears, "Even these dirty pigs only recognize you as a slut. These are the kind of animals you attract. Do you now realize your true place in this world?"

"Mmmfn!" Rebecca's eyes shot daggers at Asher, wishing the crimson lightning would just strike him down already. However, her silent threats were futile while she whimpered with each lash on her back, her bare feet grazing the cold, damp ground.

"Let's take her for ourselves!"

"Yeah! He had enough fun already!"

The men surrounding them leered, emboldened by her defenseless state. Seven attempted to lunge forward and touch her, making Rebecca's heart almost leap out.

But her chilling red eyes stared them down with unbridled killing intent, making their legs shiver from fright as they stumbled back.

"What a scary whore…I thought I was going to die…" One of them mumbled as he wiped a trickle of sweat down their brow.

"You cowards are scared of sdefenseless whore? Watch me," An old and dirty-looking goblin mumbled as he tried to grab her from behind.

But Asher briefly turned his head, and immediately, the old goblin felt his heart stopfor a momentin fright as he collapsed on the ground.

The others gulped as they momentarily felt the heavy yet monstrous aura that emanated from the masked man, realizing that they were too unlucky, and thebest they could do was feel grateful that they at least got to stare at the naked figure of such a legendary slut.

Nevertheless, their lascivious stares and vulgar words pierced Rebecca's soul like needles.

She wasn't afraid of her identity getting exposed so far because of the mask and the seal, but never in her life had she been subjected to such humiliation, getting paraded around naked like slowly slave or animal.

She had never felt so vulnerable, angryandhumiliated. Even when Asher stole her virginity, she never felt this dirty. But now, after hearing the remarks of these vile pigs and their disgusting gazes, she felt like she was covered deep in stinking dirt.

But then she clenched her fists, forcibly strengthening her resolve, determined to not break and let Asher get what he wanted from her.

No matter how many times this alien fiend humiliated her, she would never yield to him. After all, she was meant to be the mother of a king, born to rule with grace and poise, not reduced to a sex slave for an alien brat.

But just as she was finding her inner strength, Asher suddenly stopped before a rundown pub. The fetid smell of alcohol and desperation emanating from within suggested that the clientele consisted mainly of drunkards and lowly miscreants.

He wasted no tin dismounting his steed, grabbing Rebecca's leash firmly and yanking her off balance.

"Mmmmf!" Rebecca's heart violently thudded against her chest, wondering what more he was planning to do by dragging her into this dirty establishment.