Chapter 52

The sound of soldiers training and sparring could be heard everywhere in the base of the demon king's camp.

Globlins towering at 6 to 10 feet tall swung their clubs around and swung them at wooden targets, reducing the targets into wood splinters with the combined force of their power and the weight of the club.

Werewolves snarled and howled as they wrestled and fought each other with their bare fists. Punches and kicks were thrown and it was a total free-for-all with blood being shed and injuries being inflicted.

Demons of all shapes and sizes were sparring each with swords, spears, knives, axes or their bare fists. Swords clanged and clashed, a demon wielding a spear sparred with a demoness wielding a sword, an ax-user fighting two demons wielding knives.

Some were doing drills while others were resting.

The atmosphere was one of depression and gloom.

All around were the sound and sight of an army preparing and training for their next battle-expect nobody really wanted to fight again.

They lost brothers, sisters and friends during the numerous fights that took place against the humans and they saw how the humans also suffered.

They thought about their happy home lives and how happy they were in Hell.

A globin stopped swinging his club for a bit as he thought about his son who was held hostage in an unknown location.

He was fighting in this war not for honor or glory or revenge but for his helpless son who was held captive. His son became the sword pointed at his back forcing him to fight. But his heart was gentle and soft and he was a good-natured globlin at heart.

"I don't want to do this anymore. I'm a farmer, not a warrior."

Another globin, looking scared and panicked, frantically looked around as if he was scared that someone was watching them.

"Listen, Orgo, my friend, you never know if that crazy bitch is listening or not. I don't want the same thing to happen to you what happened to that poor werewolf lad."

Ah, Kakaia, that sadistic and insane bitch who should have been locked up, whipped a poor werewolf boy to death for daring to speak out against the war. The screams and cries of the poor lad haunted the remaining soldiers. That was how the Demon King kept his army from rebelling and falling apart: Through fear and brutal force.

"Who are you calling a crazy bitch, boys?"

Kakaia suddenly appeared before them, a look of pure insanity and anger on her face.

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Arya and Lucifer sat under a tree as they ate their meal.

The roasted chicken was dripping with juices and fat with all the herbs and seasoning perfectly spicing up the meat. The white bread had the perfect crispy crunch and soft, pillowy interior that was paired perfectly with the soft and buttery white cheese she spread over the bread. The grapes were perfectly sweet and juicy.

Arya and Lucifer didn't speak for some time until the food was almost gone.

"Man, did you put some kind of preservation magic on the food? Why do they taste so fresh and warm?"

Lucifer took some pride in Arya acknowledging the usefulness of his ability.

"It's my pocket dimension so I can control whatever is inside of it. Fruit I put in there will never rot and any food inside my pocket dimension will never spoil or turn bad. A sword will keep its sharpness and stay brand new and I make sure to use it well."

"Amazing ability but quick question. Do you happen to have a pair of swords I can use?"

Lucifer didn't say a word but pulled out sword after sword from his pocket dimension. Swords of all shapes, colors and designs. Swords with needle thin blades to great boardswords. Lucifer pulled out enough swords from his pocket dimension to arm an entire army.

After he pulled out the last sword, Arya just stared at the small mountain of swords that was about as tall as a full grown man.

"Choose any you like from my collection, my queen."

Strangely, Arya felt her heart flutter and beat a little faster when he called her "my queen". What was he? Some flirt or playboy?

No, Arya thought, I need to focus.

Arya went sword hunting, each sword feeling a bit off or not right to her or too long or too heavy. 

Lucifer was busy taking a nap or maybe he was just pretending to be taking a nap and he was actually watching her instead.

Finally, a pair of twin swords that looked to be made of silver appeared and it was the perfect match for her.

Arya experimented a bit, swinging the swords around and testing it out.

The heavy but familiar weight of the swords in her hands felt good to her and when she channeled her aura into the swords, they responded well to her aura.

Arya turned around to thank Lucifer but Lucifer tackled her onto the ground.

A stream of fire shot above them from where her head was just a few seconds ago.

Lucifer pointed off into the distance.

"We got company."