Re:Goblin -Rise Of The Evolving Monster-

Chapter 88: Demon Envoy


Meanwhile,

"Hm…"

While Rita and Amon were interrupting their fun early, trouble was brewing.

The chamber of the Demon General Vulkan reeked of power and decay.

The walls pulsed faintly with veins of living fire, as though the fortress itself was made of its master's heat.

Steam and smoke rolled lazily through the throne hall, carrying the stench of burned flesh and sulfur. Chains dripped with condensed blood, blackened and sticky, forming tiny puddles that hissed when they touched the floor.

Vulkan sat upon his throne with his chin resting on one clawed hand.

'Levia, who showed no interest in the Hobgoblins whatsoever, has asked about them.'

He wasn't the kind to think much. Vulkan was more into "Smash first, think later".

The current situation did make him think, though.

'That Succubus was placed here to allow communication. The Succubus had informed Levia about the Hoboblins' finding at the time, and had assured me that Levia did not care one bit.' Vulkan scratched his chin. 'Yet now, the Succubus is gone. Communication has been cut.'

Vulkan's molten eyes narrowed. He shifted, and the heat in the room spiked. Demons near the entry hissed in pain as their skin began to smoke.

"She never cared for the filth," he murmured. His voice was deep enough to make the walls tremble. "Yet today she inquires, and later, recalls her servant. Why?"

He leaned back in his throne, the molten brass creaking beneath his weight.

"Hm. We'll see what my underlings bring." Vulkan groaned.

He had already given the command for an envoy to be sent to the Hobgoblin village.

The command had passed through and down the infernal hierarchy like a disease.

Demons of all sizes and shapes, originating from all races, sent the command down the ladder.

Fikos was the Demon who would go to the Hobgoblins. A Mid-level Demon no stronger than Rita or Rika.

All Demons would have hated being sent to the Hobgoblins, but not Fikos.

He was rather weak for a Demon was often bullied and beaten up for no real reason.

Amongst the Hobgoblins though, he was a king.

Not because of his strength, but because of their inherent fear of Demons.

The Hobgoblins worshiped him as a minor god. Whenever he went to see them, the Hobgoblins brought him spoils, slaves, and whatever they had on hand. He liked their devotion. He liked how powerful and important they made him feel.

Among the Hobgoblins, he had the right to fuck anyone he wanted. All slaves were given to him for the duration of his stay at the Hobgoblin village. Any slave that pleased him, anyone that pleased him.

Even the Elite Hobgoblins' women weren't off limits.

Fikos was sure that even the Hobgoblin Chief would share his women with him, though he had not tried that yet.

Fikos licked his teeth. The taste of bile and rot lingered on his tongue.

"It's time to go, Rino." He clapped his hands, standing in front of the stables.

Screaming, moaning, shouting, and gasping ruled over the stables.

More than those, loud neighing echoed.

Rino, Fikos' personal eight-legged demonic steed with black hide and a half-exposed skull, walked closer.

"Had a good time?" Fikos asked with a chuckle.

Rino answered with a neigh.

The stables were full of similar creatures, demonic mounts ranging from horse-like creatures to elephant-like ones.

The stables weren't filled with mounts exclusively, though.

The Demons loved their mounts, and wanted those mounts to have as good a time as possible.

Which is why, left behind Rino, was a trail of unconscious beings, that had been used beyond measure.

In the first place, only slaves and captured beings that had been killed, broken, or messed up beyond recognition by Vulkan or those under him were thrown into the stables for the mounts to mount.

Rino let out a breath of ashen cloud, its eight hooves hit the ground energetically.

The mount had had a good time.

Seconds later, Fikos was seated on Rino's back.

"Let's go check them out, huh?" He caressed the mount's head. "Maybe they'll have someone for you as well, huh?"

NEIGHHH!

"Hohoho! Excited at the idea, huh? Then let's get going!"

He tugged the reins sharply, and Rino let out a monstrous neigh.

Its eight legs stamped once, twice, then launched them forward, the force cracking the stone beneath its hooves.

Flames flared along the stable walls as the beast galloped through the bone arches. Fikos leaned forward, his laughter echoing behind him.

The stables' gates were opened, revealing the land beyond.

A charred expanse of blackened dunes and fissures where molten rivers crawled.

Such was the Demon Realm.

Above, the sky churned red and brown, clouds thick with ash. Red lightning flashed now and then, illuminating the horizon.

Fikos licked his cracked lips, tasting iron in the air.

"Ah," He sighed, gripping the reins tighter. "The smell of rot. Glorious."

The beast screamed again, and together they vanished into the wasteland, the eight-legged Demonic horse carrying its bloated master through the flames and ruined earth.

It would take Fikos no more than two days to reach the Hobgoblin village, if he took his time.

The eight-legged Demonic horse was capable of magic, which was sure to come in handy.

"Maybe I'll finally get to fuck one of the Chief's wives, huh?" Fikos muttered. "Or maybe I'll fuck that one female Warrior… I remember her being exceptionally hot."

Neighh!

"HAHAHA! YOU LIKE HER AS WELL, HUH? MAYBE I'LL LEAVE HER TO YOU WHEN I'M DONE THEN!"

NEIGHHHHH!!

Energized, the mount's speed suddenly increased.

Unfortunately for them, there would be no female Hobgoblin Warrior to take.

There wouldn't be any information on anything that had gone down with the Goblin village either.

Amon had been careful in killing everyone involved, not leaving one Hobgoblin or Goblin alive to tell the tale.

Even the wolves and their harnesses had disappeared.

In fact, the whole Goblin village had disappeared. No huts remained.

Not even the corpses were left. Not one.

Only dust and ash covered the entire area, as if there had never been a Goblin village in the first place.

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