The Genesis Of A Necromancer - Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Deceived
Jack’s gaze locked on the approaching figure. The air between them felt heavy with unspoken animosity, a weight that only increased as the demon stepped into view.

It was Herald, the noble demon Jack had tangled with earlier. His presence was oppressive, his aura radiating malice and unchecked fury. Jack had expected this confrontation. Demons thrived on conflict, and it was only a matter of time before Herald sought revenge.

Herald’s eyes gleamed as he stopped a few paces away. The corner of his mouth curled into a sneer. “I’m surprised you even made it this far. But now, you’re mine.”

Jack didn’t flinch under his gaze. Instead, he cocked his head slightly, his voice calm and cutting. “What took you so long? If you were planning this all along, why wait until we left the auction house?”

The noble demon’s grin widened, revealing sharp teeth. “A simple courtesy,” Herald said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “The Golden House Auction protects its patrons from harm after a purchase—an annoyingly strict policy. But out here?” He gestured to the barren desert around them. “Out here, there’s no one to stop me from doing as I please.”

As Herald advanced, his footsteps deliberate, the group tensed. His gaze fixed on Jack, his voice cold and brimming with malice. “So, what will it be? Surrender the treasures… or die?”

The killing intent emanating from Herald spread like a toxic fog, but Jack met his gaze unflinchingly. His posture remained relaxed, though his tone carried a hint of mockery. “You seem so sure of yourself. I can’t help but wonder why. There’s one of you and four of us. You think that’s enough to intimidate us?”

Behind him, his companions subtly prepared for battle. Nephris’s wings shimmered faintly with suppressed divine energy, and Alisha’s fingers hovered over her weapon. Gale, however, remained unbothered. Arms crossed over his chest, he waited calmly for Jack’s cue.

Herald barked out a laugh, his disdain evident. “Numbers don’t mean much when you’re dealing with a higher demon. Besides, I have no need for reinforcements.” He raised a hand, and a dark, pulsating blade appeared in his grasp. Its surface oozed malevolence, and the very air around it seemed to shiver.

“This,” Herald said, his voice laced with triumph, “is the Devil’s Blade. With it, your chances of survival are nonexistent. Even with that Mana Dew Potion, you’re no match for me.”

Jack’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes narrowing with amusement. “That’s quite the toy you have there. But are you sure you’re qualified to wield it?”

Herald’s grin faltered, confusion flickering across his features. Jack took a step forward, his movements deliberate. “You see,” he continued, “kids shouldn’t play with dangerous things.”

Without warning, a sizzling sound cut through the tension. Herald’s triumphant expression twisted into one of pain and shock as the blade in his hand burned against his skin. He let out a startled cry, reflexively dropping the weapon.

The Devil’s Blade, once exuding a sinister aura, now gleamed with a radiant, holy light. The transformation was undeniable, and Herald staggered back, clutching his scorched hand. “What… what is this?! What did you do?!”

Jack’s smirk widened, his voice calm but laced with a mocking edge. “That wasn’t the Devil’s Blade,” he explained. “It’s Excalibur, its twin. I sold it to the auction house myself, coated in demonic aura to fool everyone—especially gullible nobles like you.”

Herald’s eyes widened, his disbelief palpable. “Impossible! How could someone like you—”

Jack cut him off, his tone sharp. “Someone like me? You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

‘And it cost me more than I’d like to admit,’ Jack thought grimly, his eyes flicking to the status in his mind.

[Soul Essence: 5]

The thought of how much the stunt had drained him sent a ripple of unease through him, but he kept his composure. Herald didn’t need to know how close Jack was skating to the edge.

Herald’s shock quickly turned to rage. His aura flared violently, dark tendrils of energy spilling out and corrupting the ground around him. His voice, now a guttural roar, echoed across the desert. “You’ll pay for this! None of you will leave here alive!”

Jack’s companions tensed as Herald raised his arms, summoning dark clouds that churned ominously overhead. From the swirling vortex emerged grotesque, clawed hands, their forms flickering with an unnatural, purple hue.

“Die!” Herald bellowed, and the shadowy appendages surged toward the group with terrifying speed.

Gale stepped forward, his expression unbothered as he placed himself between the group and the oncoming assault. “Let’s see if this new form of mine is up to the challenge,” he muttered.

Jack glanced at him. “You sure you’ve got this?”

“Pretty sure,” Gale replied casually, his focus never wavering. “Just give me a moment.”

The dark hands closed in, their shrieks piercing the air. Gale raised his own hands, dark energy crackling to life around him. ‘Vanquishing Light used to be one of my go-to spells,’ he thought. ‘But now, with this dark power… let’s see what it becomes.’

The transformation was instant. Where light once would have burst forth, a vortex of shadow exploded from Gale’s form, meeting Herald’s attack head-on. The two energies clashed violently, creating shockwaves that sent sand flying in every direction.

Nephris and Alisha moved in tandem, their divine energy flaring to life. Nephris’s form shifted, her wings glowing with a blinding radiance, while Alisha’s rune markings ignited, forming an intricate lattice of light around her. Together, they began dismantling the shadowy hands that slipped past Gale’s defense.

Herald’s eyes darted between the group, his fury giving way to confusion and desperation. ‘Divine energy… from demons? Who are these people?!’ The sight of Nephris’s ethereal transformation and Alisha’s runic prowess was unlike anything he had ever encountered.

But it was Jack’s unwavering gaze that unsettled him the most. Herald snarled, forcing more power into his attacks. “You think this changes anything?! I’ll obliterate you!”

Jack stepped forward, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. “You’re outmatched, Herald. You’ve already lost—you just don’t know it yet.”

The noble demon roared, his power surging one final time. The dark clouds coalesced into a massive, clawed monstrosity that lunged toward the group. Gale didn’t hesitate.

“Veil of Destruction,” he intoned, and the shadows around him erupted into a whirlwind of pure annihilation. The monstrous claw disintegrated upon contact, its energy scattering harmlessly into the night.

Herald staggered, his strength spent and his confidence shattered. He stared at Jack and his companions, realization dawning on his face. “This… this isn’t possible…”

Jack’s expression remained cold as he advanced. “You should’ve known better than to challenge us. Now, it’s time to finish this.”

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