The Devil’s Cage

A demon has no gender.

Speaking from a certain point of view, it didn’t even possess a thought of its own.

All it had was a persistent grudge of the dead towards the living.

Of course, a demon wasn’t categorized as a dead spirit. It was a lot smarter and a lot harder to deal with, not just because it was good at hiding, but also because of it’s powers and traits.

The undying traits of a demon could cause a headache in everyone easily.

A Superior Demon was a special one, even among the ranks of demons.

It was in [Hetero-form] from the start!

Its undying trait, which had gone through multiple enhancements and was far stronger than a common demon, its extremely high intellect and related Mystical Knowledge, all its enhanced traits made it different from a common demon.

Especially after it consumed two Advanced Rank items [Figure Chess (Broken)] and [Bloody Chess Piece], plus two rank III items [Voodoo Pillar] and [Voodoo Soul Crystal Remains. Bloody Mary had been through changes that even it couldn’t understand.

It started to have memories, memories of the past.

From the fragmented memories, Bloody Mary was sure that it was an assassin in the past, an emotionless, extremely cold-blooded assassin.

And… it was actually a ‘she’.

Although she did not want to admit her gender and addressed herself as it out of habit, in the memories, it was indeed a she.

It didn’t want to admit that it was affected by the fragmented memories but when the baroness held its hand, the twisted feeling that came afloat was difficult.

‘What a joke! How can I be affected! I am Bloody Mary, no, I am a demon! I have no emotions and I serve my boss with all my heart, as a demon!’

“What’s wrong Simon?” Baroness Eline sharply noticed something unusual about Bloody Mary.

“It’s nothing. I’m just thinking about how I should deal with those royal court riders.”

Bloody Mary shook its head with a smile then put away its thoughts and naturally diverted the topic.

The simple-minded baroness did not suspect a thing and she was also captivated by something else.

“The guardians of Edatine royal court are very powerful. Based on what I read in some secret books, the reason the royal court of Edatine could overcome the crisis of being conquered and annihilated multiple times during the Second, Fifth, and Sixth’s reigns was closely related to this group of guardians,” said the baroness softly.

“During the Second, the Fifth, and the Sixth’s reign?” Bloody Mary asked on behalf of its boss.

“During Edatine II, it was the royal decree on ‘lands are holy and inviolable” Back then, the second king issued the royal decree to stop his uncle, the king regent who almost rewrote history.”

“The unfortunate thing was following the issue of the royal decree, the king regent made a wrong decision and resulted in a coup d’état. He was then beheaded by the royal guardians in the palace of Edatine Until the reign of the Fifth and Sixth… it was the Black Cataclysm!”

Up to that point, the baroness showed fear on her face.

She had to suck in a deep breath to regulate her emotions.

“I’m sorry, Simon. I was really terrified by the Black Cataclysm.”

The baroness apologized then went into deep thought before continuing.

“Those few years when the Black Cataclysm broke out, everyone in the Northern Lands was filled with fear, including me. I was in Sicar back then. Although I didn’t really experience its horror, I was caught in the aftereffect—back in the days, I always saw my father with tightly furrowed brows and my mother filled with worries. More and more guards appeared but regardless of the numbers, someone would always die in a strange way. Back in the lord’s mansion, first the servant, then the cooking maiden, followed by our butler, the guards, and in the end… my mother. I saw how my mother died with my own eye: my father wielded the sword and decapitated my mother, but her body was still standing… From that day onwards, I didn’t want to stay in the mansion anymore, nor did I want to join any kind of social gathering. My brother went to the God of War and prayed.”

The baroness couldn’t continue anymore beyond that.

Bloody Mary suppressed the discomfort from its fragmented memories, leaning forward, hoping to tap the baroness on the shoulder to comfort her but right when it leaned forward, the baroness threw herself into its arms.

Its body instantly froze, endless weird and twisted feelings gushing out from its heart.

Bloody Mary held the thought of stabbing her back, all it could do was sit there like a statue, its raised arm stunned in mid-air.

The baroness put her head on Bloody Mary’s chest and wept softly, venting her emotions

More than 10 seconds later, the baroness came back to her senses.

She blankly looked up and looked at Bloody Mary, whose chest was wet, flushing hard like a little girl looking at her first love.

“I-I am sorry! S-So sorry! I-I didn’t mean it!” she stuttered.

“It’s fine, those who worship my lord are my brothers and sisters. I will deal with the royal guardians, you don’t have to worry.”

Bloody Mary forcefully squeezed out a smile then pushed the door open to get down from the carriage.

“My lord?” Beside the wagoner, a young man as strong as a bear also jumped down.

The young man wore an inner leather armor coupled with a big goatskin coat which made him look extra hairy, like a bear when he walked to Bloody Mary. His movement were as nimble as a dancer despite having a dual-edged battleaxe on his back.

He was one of the first few guards of the Mist religious sect, like Shegal and Forv.

With his large physique, it was natural that he possessed the most outstanding combat capabilities.

In fact, it was fair to consider this young man the strongest among all the guards of Mist religious sect. He wasn’t just powerful, his techniques were very good too.

“Rogart, enemies that block our way have appeared,” Bloody Mary said indifferently.

Although the baroness was a pain in the neck, with the boss’ orders around, it could put up with her.

“Where is our enemy? Leave them to me, my lord!”

The young man, Rogart, spoke in a low and muffled voice, attracting many eyes from the surroundings. The other young men who hid in the guards, plus the handpicked preachers in the wagon behind them, showed a frantic look on their faces, as if they were eager to rip their enemies to shreds.

“No, Rogart, your mission is to protect everyone. The bramble path to Edatine Castle shall be opened by my hands.”

Bloody Mary shook its head with a smile, devotion appearing on its face and the spirit of self-sacrifice mixed in between the lines of its words.

Bloody Mary was really good at getting into disguise, entering the character of a god’s kin almost instantly.

The young men cum devoted believers and the prechears bowed at Bloody Mary with heartfelt admiration and Bloody Mary enjoyed the moment, albeit it was all false.

It knew very well all the glory it received should be credited to its boss.

It was only an emissary who carried out orders quietly.

Though, you should enjoy life to its fullest at every moment. If it could enjoy an extra second, it would be an extra second longer, so why not take pleasure in it?

Bloody Mary brewed its emotions for preparation to say something great, yet at that very moment, the voice of the baroness came from the carriage behind it.

“Simon, you must be careful!”

Heartfelt concern, overflowing care, and… that strange twisted feeling.

Bloody Mary subtly shuddered, then walked forward without looking back.