The Genesis Of A Necromancer - Chapter 95

Chapter 95: her story (2)
Alisha hadn’t run far, yet the horrifying scene burned itself into her memory—a memory she would never escape. Her father, her unwavering protector, was dead. Not just dead, but brutally executed. His head, severed cleanly from his neck, tumbled onto the dirt with a grotesque thud, leaving a glistening trail of crimson behind it.

Time slowed as Alisha’s breath hitched. The demon turned to her, its smile wicked and cruel. With a predatory grace, it vanished from its spot and reappeared before her, as if the distance was insignificant.

Its claws, sharp and gleaming, brushed aside the strands of her dark hair, grazing her cheek. The contact sent chills down her spine, the sting of its claws mingling with the overwhelming fear that paralyzed her.

“You see,” the demon cooed, its voice dripping with malice. “Papa lied… So I killed him for lying.”

Tears welled in Alisha’s eyes, spilling down her cheeks as her gaze flickered to her father’s lifeless body. His corpse lay sprawled in a dark pool of blood, utterly lifeless, a stark contrast to the warm, strong man she had always known.

“D-Dad…” she whispered, her voice trembling and barely audible.

The demon tilted its head, observing her like a child admiring a broken toy. It reached out and took her hand in its clawed grasp, the movement unsettlingly gentle.

“Come with me,” it said, its voice calm but laced with an undeniable authority.

Her feet betrayed her, moving as if compelled by an unseen force. The demon led her to the remnants of a building, its walls crumbled and blackened from old flames. It placed her on a fallen roof tile, the heated clay still warm against her skin.

“Sit here. Don’t run,” it warned, its sharp teeth glinting as it smiled. “Papa wouldn’t like it if you ran away.”

The words sent a fresh wave of terror coursing through her, but her legs refused to move. Her gaze remained fixed on her father’s body, her lips trembling as she tried to form words.

‘Dad… Dad…’ The thought repeated endlessly in her mind, a cruel reminder of her helplessness.

The demon returned to the corpse, pausing to glance at her over its shoulder. “You see, little one, we demons… We’re not so different from you humans. We were simply made for another purpose.”

Its voice softened, almost as if it were explaining a simple truth. “You humans use the beasts of this world for food. We demons? We survive on two things: flesh and soul. To become stronger, we need both.”

The demon’s words twisted in Alisha’s mind, each syllable laced with a darkness that threatened to drown her. She flinched as its jaw stretched unnaturally wide, revealing rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth. Its claws elongated, and without hesitation, it plunged them into her father’s body.

With an almost gleeful motion, the demon tore a chunk of flesh from the lifeless form and tossed it into its cavernous maw. Blood splattered across the ground, staining the earth with a gruesome pattern. The sound of bones crunching filled the air, followed by the wet squelch of flesh being devoured.

The stench was unbearable—a sickly mix of iron and decay. Alisha’s stomach churned, bile rising in her throat, but she forced it down. She couldn’t look away, no matter how much she wanted to. This was her father. To turn her gaze would be a betrayal.

“Dad,” she muttered again, her voice a hollow echo of itself. Another tear slipped from her eye, but the heat of the day dried it before it could fall completely. Her world blurred, the edges of reality fading until only the grotesque scene before her remained.

“Yes!” the demon exclaimed, its voice filled with perverse delight. “This is it! Far better than the rotted scraps back in the Abyss. Though it pales in comparison to the divine, it will suffice.”

Its grotesque feast continued, each bite more savage than the last.

Alisha’s mind began to slip. Her tears dried, her voice silenced, and her spirit fractured. She was no longer present, her thoughts consumed by visions of her parents. She could see them standing together, their faces warm and smiling, but the image began to blur as they moved further and further away.

“Mom… Dad… Wait for me,” she whispered, reaching out to grasp the phantom figures in her mind.

A sudden warmth enveloped her hand, pulling her back from the brink of despair. Her gaze flickered to life as she looked up, her surroundings still a nightmare but her mind snapping to attention.

“Don’t worry,” a soothing voice said, “I am here now.”

The words wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, momentarily shielding her from the horror.

The demon’s instincts flared, its sharp gaze shifting to the newcomer. A spear of pure light materialized from thin air, its brilliance reflected in the demon’s eyes. Before it could react, the spear struck with devastating force, slamming into the demon’s head and sending it careening backward.

The sheer power of the blow carved a deep trench in the earth as the demon was dragged along the ground. Its head hung at an unnatural angle, nearly severed, but the wound closed in mere seconds, the black blood congealing as its regenerative abilities kicked in.

The spear dissipated, its magic spent, but the damage was done. The demon rose, a gaping hole where part of its head had been, black ichor dripping freely.

Alisha’s eyes darted to the source of the attack. A figure stood tall, draped in a flowing robe that shimmered like liquid starlight. Her eyes glowed a piercing ruby-green, and a delicate veil obscured her features, adding an air of mystery to her presence.

“Divine power…” the demon growled, its voice tinged with confusion. “You shouldn’t exist in this realm. How is this possible?”

The woman’s voice rang out, clear and commanding. “We were warned of your coming. My divine light will banish you back to the Abyss where you belong!”

The demon chuckled darkly, its form shifting as it shed its monstrous appearance. Five horns jutted from its head, and a shadowy robe enveloped its now humanoid figure. Its slit red eyes glimmered with malice as it studied the newcomer.

“Who knew suppressing my presence to pass through the gates would lead to such a fortunate encounter?” it mused, licking its lips. “Your soul… So pure. Perhaps I’ll stay a while longer after all.”

Its smile twisted into something even more sinister. “Besides, I’ve yet to taste the delights of this realm’s women.”

The woman’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Oh, light of the heavens, hear my plea. Deliver us from this vile creature!”

Runes of radiant light blazed into existence above her, their brilliance illuminating the darkened sky.

The demon snarled, its confidence faltering as it lunged toward Alisha, intent on taking her hostage. But before it could reach her, a thunderous kick struck its side, sending it crashing into the earth with a force that shook the ground.

It coughed up black blood, its form crumpling as fear seeped into its eyes.

“Haraus,” it whispered, its voice trembling as it gazed upon the newcomer who had struck it down.