Chapter 452- Demon Lord’s Castle

The architecture was a grotesque fusion of twisted and jagged spires, dark stone walls, and eerie flickering torches that cast eerie shadows upon the walls. The air was heavy with an oppressive aura, and every step he took seemed to echo through the empty halls.

As Zach made his way through the castle, he couldn’t help but notice the brutal treatment of the demon slaves. They were shackled and forced to toil under the watchful eyes of demonic overseers, their groans and cries of exhaustion filling the air. The demon lord ruled with an iron fist, subjecting his underlings to unspeakable cruelty to build his dark empire.

As he walked through the dimly lit hallways, he came across a balcony that overlooked the central courtyard of the castle. Below, he saw lower-ranked demons, mostly imps and lesser fiends, laboring tirelessly to construct a colossal statue of the demon lord. The statue was an imposing figure, its twisted form portraying the demon lord as a fearsome and powerful ruler.

Zach’s eyes narrowed as he observed the scene, his heart heavy with anger and sorrow for the enslaved demons. He knew that they were being forced to serve a cruel and malevolent master, and he couldn’t stand by idly.

With a deep breath, Zach steeled his resolve, knowing that he had to put an end to the demon lord’s tyranny and free these innocent beings from their torment. The path ahead would be fraught with danger, but he was determined to confront the demon lord and put an end to his reign of terror.

“No one can see you as long as you are cloaked in my shadow. My powers are at peak level in the Demon Castle,” said the shadow. “I can make you visible and thousands of soldiers will jump on you.”

“…”

“I hope you trust me now.”

As Zach and the spirit of hell continued their journey through the dark and forbidding halls of the demon lord’s castle, Zach couldn’t help but feel a heavy sense of concern for the enslaved demons and the innocent women and girls who suffered under the demon lord’s cruel rule. He knew that he needed to gather as much information as possible to plan his next move.

“Tell me,” Zach spoke up, his voice low but firm, “What is the condition of the demons here? How do they fare under the demon lord’s rule?”

The spirit of hell glanced at him with its crimson gaze, the shadows around them seeming to whisper in response. “The demons here are subjected to ruthless treatment,” it replied, its voice a chilling whisper that echoed in the corridors. “They toil day and night under the cruel gaze of their overseers, their lives a constant cycle of torment and suffering.”

Zach’s jaw clenched, his heart aching for the plight of the enslaved demons. “And what about the women and girls who have been taken by the High Demon Rank soldiers?” he asked, trying to keep his emotions in check. “What fate awaits them?”

The spirit’s eyes seemed to narrow with disdain as it answered, “They are mere playthings for the demon lord’s sadistic pleasure. He revels in their fear and despair, taking pleasure in their misery.”

Zach’s fists clenched at his sides, a surge of anger and determination welling up within him. He couldn’t stand idly by while innocent lives were being crushed under the demon lord’s tyranny.

“I won’t let this continue,” Zach declared, his voice filled with resolve. “I will put an end to the demon lord’s reign of terror and free those who suffer under his rule.”

The spirit of hell regarded him with a hint of surprise, as if not expecting such determination from Zach. “You may be brave, but you are also foolhardy,” it warned, its voice echoing with an air of caution.

“Never let your emotions take over you… ever,” it added. “You humans have the privilege to control your emotions and make decisions.”

Zach didn’t waver. “I know the risks,” he replied, his gaze unwavering. “But I can’t stand by while innocent lives are being destroyed. I will do whatever it takes to bring an end to this darkness.”

The spirit of hell regarded him for a moment before nodding slowly. “Very well,” it said, its voice tinged with reluctant respect. “You have shown determination and courage. I will aid you in your quest to defeat the demon lord.”

As they continued walking through the dark and ominous halls of the demon lord’s castle, the spirit of hell regarded Zach with newfound curiosity. It seemed intrigued by his unwavering determination and the audacity of his plan to confront the demon lord, who was said to be at his strongest within the confines of his own castle.

“You are but a mortal, and yet you speak with such confidence of defeating the demon lord,” the spirit remarked, its voice echoing through the shadows. “How do you plan to achieve such a feat when he is at the peak of his power within these walls?”

The spirit of hell raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Zach’s response. “Allies? Who are these allies that you speak of?” it inquired, its curiosity piqued. .

Zach smirked, realizing that it was time to reveal the true extent of his abilities and the strength of his companions. “I have the support of powerful beings, both mortal and divine,” he explained. “Don’t forget you are talking to the son of Deus.”

The spirit of hell regarded him thoughtfully. “But how do you plan to confront the demon lord when he is at the height of his power?” it asked, its curiosity tinged with a hint of skepticism.

Zach’s smirk turned into a confident grin. “We will find his weaknesses and exploit them,” he replied. “Every ruler, no matter how powerful, has vulnerabilities. It’s just a matter of discovering what they are and using them to our advantage.”

The spirit of hell seemed taken aback by Zach’s response, its doubt giving way to a sense of admiration. “You are not as foolish as I initially thought,” it conceded, its dark presence wavering slightly.

Zach chuckled. “Appearances can be deceiving,” he said. “But mark my words, we will face the demon lord head-on, and we will prevail.”

Zach stopped in front of a huge door. On the other side was the demon lord’s grand chamber— the throne hall.