Chapter 174: Can You Cry?

"Ahh... can't wait for tomorrow," a man sitting at a small round table—or to be more specific, a demon—said. He was the average height of a human man, with red skin, bright yellow eyes, and two curved goat horns. Even his lower half was that of a goat, but he walked on two legs.

"Hugh!... you mean you can't wait to give your money to me," another voice answered. A demon like the first one, but this one was a little bigger, with skin gray. Moreover, he was wearing iron armor. "You and your brother bet everything on a single slave last time and won."

"Ugh... don't remind me about that. My stupid brother fucked the slave to death. She was the best slave I had in a long time, a perfect beauty with big and soft breasts... Ahhh!.... I can still feel her soft pussy hugging my dick."

"You'll be feeling something different tomorrow when you give me all your gold," the gray demon smiled, stroking his thin goat-like beard.

"Ha!... don't count your eggs before they hatch, you ugly goat."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Hey!... what's that noise over there?" A new voice joined the conversation, coming from the end of the corridor. Soon, a third demon, similar to the gray one and clad in identical armor, appeared.

"What are you two doing?" the demon asked, his eyes scanning the two demons on the table.

"Nothing, brother, just telling my friend here about the female slave from last night," the red demon said.

"Ahhh... the one with big breasts," the third demon said, flashing a wide smile. "Yeah, she was a good slave, her holes were perfect, so soft and warm. Not tight as a virgin, but not loose either, just the right tightness."

"If she was so damn great, why did you have to fuck her to death?" the red demon growled at his brother.

"What can I say? The slave was a good fuck, and she made my dick happy," the demon smiled and patted his brother's shoulder. "Besides, slaves are so fragile, and if I didn't fuck her to death, someone else would. So it was a win-win situation."

"Ahhh, dammit, I really liked that slave. It will be a while until we find another one."

"Why don't you check the new slaves that were bought last week?" the second gray demon suggested. "Maybe we'll find something that catches your eye."

"We can't," the red demon sighed, shaking his head. "We already used our monthly right. We have to wait until next month."

"The monthly right is bullshit," the third demon, the brother, growled, slamming his fist on the stone wall. "Who thought of such a stupid thing?"

"Careful, brother," the red demon warned, leaning on the table. "This rule was suggested by the demon generals and approved by the Demon Queen."

"The Demon Queen?" The second demon sitting on the table raised his brow, curious. "Why would the Queen approve such a rule?"

"Think, you two," the red one rolled his eyes. "Where are we?"

"Eh?... The mining city, brother," the third demon replied.

"And what's the most important thing in this city?" the red one added.

"Bloodstone," the second one answered.

"Yes, and?"

"And?... And what?" The third demon tilted his head, confused. He didn't know where the conversation was going.

"Idiots, think!... At the end of each month, we send the bloodstone to the capital, and?" the red demon sighed, annoyed.

"Ah... new soldiers!" the second one shouted, hitting his fist on the table, startling the two others.

"That's right. At the end of each month, we give the Queen the bloodstone we mine and the newborn demons," the red one explained.

"So?..." the third one said. "What's that got to do with just one slave a month?"

"..."

"Sigh... This is why my position is higher than yours, brother," the red demon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Think, you morons! If every demon in this damn city fucked every slave to death, we wouldn't have enough holes to shit out new soldiers for the Queen's army!"

"Ahh..." The two brothers nodded, and the room went silent for a minute.

"That's bullshit," the gray one on the table spoke. "I mean, not everyone would kill a slave if they had sex with them."

"..."

"Is your slave still alive?" the red demon asked, staring at his friend blankly as if he already guessed the answer.

"..." The gray demon opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"I'll take that as a yes," the red demon nodded, crossing his arms and turning to his brother. "If you want to release that stress, go to the breeding center."

"Ugh... I hate going there," the brother shook his head, not liking the idea. "They don't allow me to do anything I like to the slaves. I hate it."

"They have to, or we won't hav–" Before the red demon could finish his words, a loud voice came from the end of the dark corridor.

"HEEEELP!"

"What the hell was that?" The red and the gray demons sitting at the table jumped to their feet, standing next to the third one.

"HEEEEEELLLLPP!!" The voice echoed again, louder and clearer this time.

"Let's go, the voice is coming from the slave cells." The three demons didn't waste a moment. They turned and ran down the corridor, towards the cells.

"Heeelp! Someone! Please heeelp!!"

"Damn... what's going on there?" The red demon cursed, increasing his speed. The screams were getting louder, and the tone was getting more desperate.

"Heelp!... She's killing everyone!"

"Fuck... the slaves are fighting again," the red demon cursed, thinking about the mess he and his friends had to clean.

Slave fights were nothing new. The slaves would fight each other to gain power or just out of boredom. The demons didn't care much; they simply threw the loser—usually a dead slave—to the beasts. However, this time was different. The screams were coming from the high-rank slaves. Most of them were already bought by noble demons, and if something happened to the slaves, there would be consequences.

"What's happening here?!" the gray demon yelled, arriving at the dimly lit dungeon. His eyes scanned the only cell that existed, but he was unable to see inside since the slaves were blocking his view by standing close to the bars. Some of them were shouting and yelling, while others were shaking in fear.

"Someone! Please help!... She's killing everyone!" a man screamed, grabbing the bars and looking at the three demons, begging for help.

"Open the cell," the red demon turned, throwing the key to his brother. Then he faced the other one, saying, "Keep an eye on the slaves in case they try to escape."

"Leave it to me," the gray demon nodded. Taking a black metal pole from his belt, he infused it with his mana. The pole extended, changing its shape to a spear.

Opening the cell door, the two demon brothers went inside, while the third stayed to guard the entrance. The dimly lit cell was a total mess. There were dead bodies lying all over the place. Some were completely mutilated, while others were barely recognizable. The smell of blood and flesh was strong, and the floor, walls, and even the ceiling were covered in blood.

"Damn!" The brother looked at the corpses. His face was twisted, and his voice was shaking—not because he was terrified by the horrifying sight. No, as a demon, he had seen much worse. But the fact that all of them were high-ranked slaves that he and his brother were responsible for scaring him.

"Could it be the doing of a beast that managed to sneak in?" he asked, looking around and trying to find the missing pieces of the bodies.

"Maybe," his brother, the red one, said, walking towards the back. The cell was massive, and it took them a minute to reach the end, where they saw more of these horrifying scenes.

"Shit," the red demon cursed, stepping into the puddle of blood. His feet sank a little. "Damn, this is the work of a monster. There's no way a normal slave could do this."

"But the guards would have notic—" the gray one began, but the words died in his throat. The moment his eyes fell on a strange sight, his mind was unable to process what he was seeing.

"What's the matte—" The red demon turned and faced the same thing, his eyes shooting wide open.

In front of them was a woman—a human woman with silver hair, pale skin, and red eyes. The woman was sitting like a queen on a throne made from the corpses of the slaves, drinking blood from a severed head that she held high.

For some reason, the two demon brothers were terrified. Their bodies froze, and their legs were shaking. Blood, corpses, and a crazy woman drinking blood were nothing compared to the horrors of this world, yet the scene in front of them shook them to the core—especially the woman.

For a moment, they thought she was one of the demon generals or a noble who had sneaked into the place and killed the slaves.

"Who are you?!" The red demon shouted, summoning his mana and clenching his fists. He stared at the woman, trying his best to hide his fear.

"Huh?" The woman paused her drinking and turned to the source of the sound. She eyed the two brothers, and for a moment, nothing happened until suddenly, she flashed one of the most terrifying bloodthirsty smiles the two demon brothers had ever seen.

"Tell me, demons," she said. Her voice was cold and menacing.

"!!!" The two brothers blinked and found that the woman had vanished. But before their brains even registered what had just happened, the silver-haired woman was between them, placing her arms around their necks as if they were best friends.

"Can you cry?"

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