Demon Realm – The Summoning of a King
Abigail's POV:
Abigail stood frozen, her breathing ragged as she stared at the shattered glass on the floor. The deep red wine spread across the marble tiles, staining it—just like the mess she had made of everything.
Her fingers trembled as she clenched them into fists. This wasn't supposed to happen.
Samuel wasn't supposed to disappear.
For three years, he endured everything she threw at him—her affairs, her humiliation, her cruelty. He stayed, took the pain, and never fought back.
But now, he was gone.
And she was the one losing control.
"Why? Why does it feel like I'm the one suffering now?"
She exhaled sharply, turning to Olivia, who stood there in silence, waiting for her next command.
"Keep looking," Abigail ordered, her voice calmer but still laced with desperation. "If no investigator can track him, then find out where he was last seen. Who he was with. What he was doing."
Olivia hesitated before nodding. "Understood, Ms. Bardot. But…"
Abigail shot her a sharp look. "But what?"
The assistant shifted uncomfortably. "Ms. Bardot… if Samuel really doesn't want to be found, then why are you trying so hard to find him?"
That question hit her like a slap.
She stiffened, her nails digging into her palms. Why?
Because he was hers.
Because he had always been under her control.
Because… she wasn't ready to lose him.
"I don't care about him. I just want to know where he is," she tried to convince herself. But deep down, a cold, terrifying thought was creeping into her mind.
She wasn't looking for him just to control him.
She was looking for him because… she needed him.
And she hated it.
"That's none of your concern," Abigail snapped at Olivia, regaining her composure. "Just do as I say."
Olivia bowed slightly. "Yes, ma'am."
As the assistant left the office, Abigail sank into her chair, gripping her forehead.
Her reflection in the glass window stared back at her—a woman who had won the war against Samuel Gebb.
Yet somehow, she was the one feeling defeated.
Samuel's POV:
I stood at the edge of a ruined battlefield, my black coat flowing in the infernal winds of the Demon Realm. The ground beneath me was scorched, remnants of past battles and fallen warriors littering the wasteland. The air was thick with tension—the kind that only comes before something catastrophic.
Then, it appeared.
A system notification flashed before my eyes.
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[Main Quest: Demon King's Summoning]
The Demon King has taken notice of your rising power and demands an audience.
Objective: Enter the Demon King's Citadel.
Reward: +10 Strength, +10 Intelligence, Unique Skill Unlock.
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I exhaled slowly, my smirk widening.
"So, the Demon King finally noticed me?" I muttered, rolling my shoulders. "Took him long enough."
For the past few weeks, I had been tearing through his realm, obliterating his soldiers, destroying warlords, and challenging the very balance of power in this world. It was only natural that the King himself would want to see me.
But what did he want?
To kill me? To recruit me? Or was he desperate enough to ask for my help?
Whatever it was, I'd find out soon enough.
A swirling vortex of crimson energy erupted before me, distorting the very fabric of space. The Demon King's gate—a direct passage to his citadel.
I cracked my knuckles, stepping forward with a confident smirk. "Let's see what you want, Your Majesty."
The Demon King's Throne Room
The moment I stepped through the portal, I was inside a grand hall—a dark palace filled with towering obsidian pillars and rivers of molten lava flowing beneath a bridge leading to the throne.
At the far end, sitting on a throne of bones and black iron, was the Demon King himself.
A monstrous figure, at least twenty feet tall, clad in blood-red armor adorned with ancient demonic runes. His four massive horns curved backward, his fiery eyes glowing like twin suns. The air around him vibrated with raw power.
And yet—
I wasn't impressed.
I strode forward, my boots clicking against the black marble floor. The demon generals flanking him tensed, their hands gripping their weapons. They feared me.
Good.
The Demon King leaned forward, his deep voice shaking the very walls of his castle. "So, you are the one who has been tearing through my realm like a wildfire."
I tilted my head, smirking. "That depends. Are you the one who let his forces be slaughtered like cattle?"
A low growl rumbled through the hall. The demon generals snarled, but the King lifted a massive hand, silencing them.
"You are bold, Samuel Gebb. Or should I call you… Heavenly Demon?"
He knows.
I chuckled. "Call me whatever you like. But you didn't summon me here for pleasantries. What do you want?"
The Demon King's eyes burned brighter. "You are strong. Stronger than any being I have seen in centuries." He paused, his voice turning serious. "I need your strength."
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? The mighty Demon King, asking for help? Now that's interesting."
He clenched his fists. "I do not ask for help, mortal. I offer an alliance."
That caught my attention. "An alliance?"
He nodded. "There is something… something even I cannot destroy alone. A force that threatens not just my realm, but all realms. I have ruled for eons, but this war is beyond even my control."
I folded my arms. "And let me guess—you want me to be your executioner?"
He smirked. "I want you to be my blade."
I let his words sink in. If what he was saying was true, then there was something far worse than him lurking in the shadows.
Something worth my attention.
I stepped forward, meeting his fiery gaze without fear. "You want my power? Then tell me, Demon King… what are we up against?"