[Content Warning]
This chapter contains explicit sexual content and mature themes intended for adult audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
When she arrived at the entrance to the Containment ward, she paused to steady herself. Taking a slow breath, she swiped her access card. The lock clicked, followed by the heavy hum of the reinforced door as it slid open.
A long corridor stretched ahead, bright white lights overhead, their glow reflecting off the polished floor. On both sides stood rows of heavy metal doors, each with a narrow reinforced glass slot that offered a glimpse inside the containment cell.
Her footsteps echoed softly as she walked inside. Finding the Wardenin the Containment Zone wasn't difficult as it held only two prisoners.
She approached steadily, stopping in front of Cell One. Peering through the narrow glass, her breath caught.
What she saw inside was not what she expected. "W–what the…?" she breathed, her eyes widening. Without thinking, she swiped her card against the reader.
A mechanical click echoed, followed by a low hiss as the magnetic locks released. When the door slid open, a gust of cold air rushed out along with the sounds that came from within.
"Aahh~! Aahh~!" Moans from the prisoner inside cell one leaked out, along with her ragged breathing.
"W–Warden," she called out, her voice faltering. "It's urgent, a squad from—" her words got cut off by the moans of the first prisoner.
"Mhmm~! Yes~!" A blue-haired girl lay on her stomach, hips lifted by a pillow tucked beneath her, moaning in pure ectasy. On top of her lay Demurc, the Warden, Despite her being a prisoner, he was moving very gentle with her.
His length slid in and out smoothly without stopping, her fertile flower let out squelching sounds.
"Aanhh~! Aanhh! I love it! It feels so good~!" The blue haired girl couldn't contain her feelings. "I'm so close~!"
Hearing her words, Demurc began to move faster and rougher, the sounds of their flesh clashing and her moans echoed through the entire corridor.
Her breathing hitched. Then, with one last motion, everything broke. "Nnghh~! C-c-cummmiiinnnggg!!!"
Demurc grunted and pulled his length out, whipping it in between her cheeks, splurting thick amount of semen on her bare back. At the same time, the blue haired beauty released her liquids. Her eyes barely opened, a faint shimmer of peace crossing her face. For the first time in minutes, she was quiet.
He exhaled, steadying himself, the hum of the containment lights returning to his awareness. He helped himself up and began changing. "Report." He said flatly, while his length was still hanging.
"W-well..." She paused unable to focus, her face flushed red, eyes flickering on his thing before she spoke. "T-the fifth squad is in need of assistance. They are engaging a battle with a tier five Demon, The sixth squad had also been neutralised."
"I see." Demurc said.
After Demurc finished dressing and turned to leave, the blue-haired girl lifted her head, a lazy grin forming on her lips.
"Let's do it again sometime, Warden~"
Demurc paused only for a second. "Behave yourself, Cecile."
The door shut behind him with a heavy click.
Back in the hall, Demurc noticed the girl's curiosity. Every time his gaze met hers, she quickly looked away.
Their footsteps echoed softly through the corridor, the silence between them stretching.
"Are you curious?" Demurc finally asked, glancing at her. "No one informed you?"
She hesitated, then smiled awkwardly. "A-ah, was it that obvious? I am... curious."
Demurc continued walking, his coat brushing lightly against his sides. The girl followed a step behind, her eyes occasionally lifting to the back of his head.
After a brief pause, he began to explain.
Demurc Viole, the very first appointed Warden of NEUS, was chosen not only for his strength but for a hidden ability, the capacity to stabilize Bearers through sexual activities on the verge of losing control, preventing them from turning into Devils.
Once a Bearer becomes a Devil, their former self is lost forever. Those who pursue greater power recklessly are often the ones to fall, resisting NEUS's attempts to retrieve the Oddity and retain control over their abilities. These are the Bearers who oppose the organization most fiercely, making expositions and containment increasingly dangerous.
"I see," she muttered, struggling to process everything.
"Enough of that. What's the fastest way to reach the Fifth Squad's location?" Demurc asked, eyes scanning the map projected on the wall.
She shook her head. "We can't send you by air, the storm is too severe. Given the current situation, the only viable option is an armored vehicle."
"Alright. Prepare everything," Demurc commanded.
After a short moment, "Everything is ready, Warden," she replied after a brief pause.
He carried only a handgun, strapped to his waist and hidden beneath his suit. Demurc stepped into the armored vehicle, accompanied only by the driver. The heavy machine rumbled to life, and they set off toward the Fifth Squad's location.
'A Tier Five Devil…' Demurc mused, resting his chin on his fist and leaning against the vehicle's side as he gazed out the rain-streaked window.
Devils, Violent Bearers who have lost their sanity. They are categorized by strength from Tier 7 to Tier 1, with Tier 1 being the strongest.
Bearers, Humans affected by the Oddity who retain control over their mind and abilities. They are categorized by threat level from Tier 5 to Tier 1, with Tier 1 representing the most powerful.
Both Devils and Bearers are ranked to indicate potential threat and combat capability. Lower numbers correspond to higher strength. Knowledge of these tiers is crucial for NEUS squads when engaging hostile entities.
Back in Atarask, rain and thunder crashed relentlessly, but even the storm couldn't drown out the sounds of gunfire. Only a handful of the squad had remained while the rest had fallen.
"I don't wanna die!" one soldier screamed, panic breaking through his voice as he bolted, leaving his rifle behind.
"Idiot! Get back here!" the captain yelled. But before the soldier could take another step, the Devil caught up, silencing him in an instant.
"Tch..." The captain gritted his teeth. He turned to his remaining men, their faces pale, eyes hollow. The will to fight was slipping away.
"Hold on for just a few more minutes!" he shouted over the storm. "Reinforcements will definitely come!"
Only three of the seven remained. One of the soldiers had already dropped his weapon, frozen in fear.
A faint whistle cut through the storm, then, thunk.
A sharp projectile struck him square in the neck. He staggered, hands clutching the wound as blood gushed out in thick streams. The sound of gurgling filled the air as he collapsed, choking on his own blood.
The captain's jaw tightened. "Damn it!"
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" the last squad member screamed, panic rising in his voice.
"AAAHHHH!" He let out a furious cry and charged toward the Devil, hoping to land a close range shot.
But the creature was faster. It darted between broken vehicles, vanishing and reappearing from corner to corner, its movements impossible to track.
"Don't be reckless!" the captain shouted. "Slowly fall back! I'll cover you! That's an order!"
Yet the same thing happened. It was already too late. The moment they strayed too far was the moment their fates were sealed.
Now, only one man remained. The Captain.
His rifle clicked empty. He exhaled a tired laugh, lowering his weapon. "Tch... just my luck," he muttered, eyes lifting toward the stormy sky.
Rain poured down his face as he watched the darkness above, fully accepting his end.
The Devil leaped from the shadows, cutting through the rain at high speed.
Before its claws could reach his neck, a sharp clang echoed through the storm, the sound of metal chain cutting through the rain aimed at the Devil.
The Devil twisted midair, reacting purely on instinct. It barely managed to block the incoming strike, but not without consequence, the chain grazed its arm, tearing through flesh as sparks flew.
It groaned from the fresh wound, hissing toward the direction the attack came from.
Through the rain, a figure emerged. Demurc. Floating beside his hand was an orb, its surface swirling with light as chains spiraled around it, clinking softly in the storm.
He didn't move, yet the orb responded to his will. A chain shot forward like living serpent, lashing out toward the Devil with precision .
"I apologize for the delay," Demurc said calmly, his voice steady amidst the chaos. His eyes turned toward the lone survivor, the Captain. "Are you alright?"
The captain didn't respond, his eyes unfocused, still in shock.
"Hmm…" Demurc hummed softly to himself. "Take a rest. I'll handle the rest from here."
As Demurc stepped forward to face the Devil, the captain sank to his knees, the rain washing over his trembling hands.
'Why me… why am I still alive?' he thought bitterly.
He clenched his fists, teeth grinding. 'If only I were stronger… if only I'd led them better.'
The weight of his failure pressed down on him, heavier than the storm itself.
He wept, blaming himself for being weak, for being unable to protect or command his unit properly.
All his comrades, gone… wiped by a single Devil.