Wiping his mouth, Lidien held the arms of Lily, so tight that his grip could hurt a normal person.
Lily, with her reinforced physique being a demon, just smiled at Lidien lovingly.
"Shall we?"
As the sound of agonizing screams resounded throughout the forest, Lily and Lidien both walked without someone bothering them, though a loinclothed person, thin and having jagged teeth, tried attacking them. Soldiers blocked him, even if one got bitten to death.
Lidien looked at the dying soldier, holding his bleeding neck, looking at him with eyes wide open.
"Uhh... Sis, you could heal him... right?" Lidien pointed at the dying man, hands slightly shaking.
Lily stopped her track and smiled at him.
"Why would I? Dying from a bunch of Hungers means they're not good enough... right?"
Hungers, the Ash stage Demon of Gluttony, though they are the lowest ranking sinners in the path of gluttony, they're still much better compared to soldiers who only train with their weapons.
As Lidien gripped his head from the sudden injection of information, he learned that Blessed and Demons have their own hierarchy.
As for him, the old owner evolved from Blood stage, middle... to Hell stage, last... as a Demon of Wrath, upon his Dreamflow got fractured more by intense rage.
And, if Demons have Ash, Blood, and Hell as stages, Blessed have Dawn, Sky, and Prime.
Though the only Blessed he saw was Lily, a Dawn Blessed of Light before getting corrupted and became a Hell Demon of Lust, she was the only Hybrid he knew... however, being corrupted from blessed made her stay as a Demon, still, she could use her previous Blessed ability. And if she wants to be a Blessed of Light again, she needs to purify her Dreamflow, with the consequence of not being able to use her Demonic powers.
The reason was simple: becoming a Demon is much simpler than becoming a Blessed. Since Demons only require intense emotion corrupting to fracture their Dreamflow, Blessed either need a Blessing from the God or absorb an Essence of specific path and continuously understand the true meaning behind the Essence to purify their Dreamflow enlarging it and evolve becoming an Angel.
'So, that's why he became a Demon because of anger... he was a Demon to begin with, just leveled up... should I also try to be angry to evolve into a Greater Demon of Wrath?'
Yet, not because someone is a human doesn't mean they're weak.
All beings have their dormant Sparklines, unlike Blessed and Demons that have awakened it after becoming one. Humans need extensive training to awaken it.
If the Dreamflow is the core that defines who you are, then Sparkline is an energy that defines what you do.
Lidien watched the soldier bleed to death and heard heavy steps rushing before another person, a burly man full of tattoos, holding a twin battle axe in each hand, he was full of blood, yet no wounds could be seen, came before them.
When the man accidentally met the eyes of Lidien, he bowed down abruptly; though unnoticed unless focused, Lidien could see he was shivering just from an eye to eye contact.
He knelt in front of Lily and said,
"Ma'am Lily, we need to hurry up and get back home immediately... hundreds of Hungers are coming to raid this area, base from the scout that I sent further back."
Lidien stared at Mad Dog, and he couldn't help but feel irritated and mad just from the looks of him. Remembering what Mad Dog did, He was the one who initiated the attack to enslave the previous Lidien's tribe.
As Mad Dog saw Lidien's eyes becoming crimson, he immediately bowed down.
"Prince Lidien... we need you to get out of here... as soon as possible..."
Lidien smiled, wicked, while licking his lips.
He crouched down and lifted Mad Dog's face.
Then tapped it.
"Good dog..."
Mad Dog gritted his teeth, but still, he smiled forcefully.
'You thought I'm the same as the old Lidien that is gentle and pathetic? That even though you enslaved all his tribesmen including him he didn't fight back? Then you're all wrong.'
'I don't have a grudge or anything... it's just these memories and emotions are so thick that I want to murder you...'
Lily laughed and helped Lidien to stand.
"Oh my little brother... why did you do that?"
Lidien innocently laughed, yet his fang stuck out.
"I thought he was a dog Sis... I'm sorry..." Lidien pouted.
Lily hugged him, her leg lifting from behind.
"Oh my cute little brother, he's really a dog... his name is Mad Dog, so It's okay... right Mad Dog?" Lily stared sharply at Mad Dog.
"Y-yes Ma'am Lily..."
Lily led the way, still holding the arms of Lidien towards the red carriage.
Despite the ongoing battle, soldiers dying protecting them, Hungers growling with their insatiable hunger, they walked peacefully; though Lily was unbothered by the blood, Lidien was still having a hard time coping.
"Sis... are we still far away from home?" Lidien asked, trying to look away from the bloody sight in front of him.
"Yes... a week of travel... don't worry, big sis will protect you... always..."
As they entered the red carriage, Lidien was surprised how luxurious it was inside; a table big enough for six people, a wine on it with delicacies, and it also had a female servant inside, nonchalant and just waiting for orders.
Upon sitting on the couch, Lily immediately clung towards Lidien, making him move aside, but the carriage wall betrayed him.
"Say Lidien... can you still remember me? the things we do when we are alone? all the nights we spent together..."
Lidien tried to push away Lily but he couldn't.
"Y-you're sounding like we did something taboo here..."
Lily smiled, so captivating that Lidien couldn't help but look away; if not... He doesn't know if he could treat her as an adoptive sister.
'Damn... now I know that the Demon of Lust is the succubus of this world.'
"S-sis... please... let me sleep, I want to take rest..."
Lily then got up, pulled Lidien gently and led him to another room that was only separated by a thin red curtain.
"Here my little brother, you can take rest now..." Lily kissed Lidien's forehead before sitting on the couch.
Even though Lidien was not yet tired, he just forced himself to sleep to escape the succubus from reality, not in dreams.