Help! I Think We Summoned A Demon King-Chapter 12: Shh... It’s Just A Dream

Zorat was amused by the sheer size of it.

It wasn’t that Caleb’s dick was the biggest he had ever seen, far from it.

Even as a growing demon, Zorat had had melodies composed and sung through entire planes of existence by multiple races who were so moved by the grandeur of his manhood.

Rather, it was how much little memory Zorat had inherited from the body concerning the sheer enormity of what Caleb had been logging around through life.

It would seem the boy never really paid any mind to the size of his wand, and not just that, Zorat had already digested all of the memories of the body, and he can’t recall an instance where the boy was ever fully erect.

And in hindsight, it does make sense that he had never gotten fully hard just from how big his dick was.

Considering the copious volume of blood that would have been required to achieve that purpose, he was actually lucky he hadn’t.

At best, Caleb would have fainted. Fainted from the lack of blood going to his brain as they rushed to his ginormous manhood.

At worst, he could have been crippled, or even died.

"Poor guy."

"rest assured.... your dick is in good hands now. Hehehe"

Zorat stared at it for a while as he compared it to the body it was attached to. The balance was incredibly disproportionate. It left Zorat all the more amused.

Caleb’s body was that of a slim young adult of about five foot six in height, and just his dick alone appears to be a flaccid eleven inches, and could effortlessly reach twelve inches when fully erect.

That’s one foot in length for dick alone.

And the girthiness was just as generous. Compared to his frame, what dangled below looked like a massive snake.

How Caleb managed to log all this around all day was already impressive.

"Hmmm... it seems these human creatures can pack quite a lot." Zorat mused.

"Or is it just this one that’s different ?"

"Either way, I’ll be sure to honor his memory by putting it to good use."

"Rest in peace Caleb. Hehehehe"

Zorat sat naked on the wooden floor of the small hut, as he closed his eyes and began to sense the runes around him.

Even for a being whose soul is at the Authority level and was working with a custom runic blueprint he had designed himself, he still needed to unearth their counterparts in this new dimension for him to begin inscribing the soul dissonance formula on his current body.

Normally such an act would completely destroy the body he was occupying, turning it to ashes because it was so damn weak. A consequence of not having absolute control over the runes he was trying to channel.

There just isn’t enough time to go through that grueling process.

Getting runes fully under the control of an Authority being, can be done in two ways.

One. The being, following the laws of that dimension is granted access over that rune, which constitutes control as well for someone at his level. This can be done in only a few ways. Like the way he had inherited the space rune as the item box hero. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

And two. The authority being unearths these runes themselves and puts them under their control. This one takes a long ass amount of time. However, due to Zorat’s skill level, the unearthing can be done with just a little time.

It was what came after, which was taming these runes, that would need some real effort on his part.

But Zorat intends to skip that part, and directly start inscribing his dissonance rune formula onto his body.

And since he hasn’t gotten the runes under control, there would be a massive backlash. However, the backlash would be directed to Zorat’s soul this time. Not his body.

And to a being such as himself, a backlash like that was but a tickle.

Though, it would still take quite some time. Time he was currently running out of. So Zorat had to be quick.

Hours blurred as Zorat was consumed in deep concentration. The fabric of reality around him quivered intermittently in rippling waves of runic glyphs.

It wasn’t until it was dark outside, did Zorat unearth the first of sixty nine complex variations of the runic patterns he had customized to serve the purpose of disrupting the resonance of his soul, so the mark left there would be veiled.

Grabbing what he had requested from Florielle, Zorat got to work on his body with a completely blank expression on his face as he made the first patterns.

The pain felt like a tickle, an itch on his body. Nothing compared to the sensation he experienced when he burned his immortal body for the summoning ritual.

In the bouts of his disappointment at how uneventful these inscriptions would be, Zorat had failed to notice that someone had intruded in on his very normal, very mundane process of rune inscription.

Florielle stood at the entrance of the small hut. Some fine fabric in both her hands, as she stared, eyes blown wide and mouth agape at the horrific scene in front of her.

The Hero of item box was seated naked on the floor. Something that resembled a massive snake was between his thighs, as he carved impassively at his own chest with the knife she had provided him. Blood dripped from his body, and all over the floor.

Florielle fainted.

The sound of a body hitting the wooden floor brought Zorat out of his concentration as he turned to see that his assigned maid was lying passed out on the floor with some fabric in hand.

"hehehe. Isn’t she cute." Zorat muttered in a grin.

Then he turned and continued as he was.

After about an hour or so more, Zorat felt the expected backlash from the runes hit his soul, signifying the first custom rune was in place.

To any other being, this would have obliterated their existence, but to Zorat, it was like a pebble tossed in an ocean, it barely registered.

Zorat used some extra sheets from the restroom, and cleaned up the crime scene he had made, before dumping all the evidence into his spatial repertoire. He was going to have some fun with this maid of his.

"Hehehe"

He put on his clothes then walked up to the unconscious Florielle. He bent and tapped her cheeks lightly, as she stirred awake.

Florielle, batting her pretty eyes open, was met with the concerned innocent face of Zorat staring down at her.

"Florielle, are you okay ?" he voiced with worry.

Florile pressed her palm against her temple, as she sat up with Zorat’s help, casting a horrid look around the small hut.

But it was spotless.

What she had expected to see wasn’t there.

"Em...lord hero. earlier..." she stammered.

"Yes. You just came in and suddenly fainted for no reason at all, Florielle" Zorat explained.

"Are you sure you’re well ?"

"But....i " Florielle tried speaking, confusion written all over her face.

"Shhh. Quiet now. You must have had a really bad dream." Zorat whispered in a silky tone, warmly soothing to the frantic Florielle as he helped her to her feet.

"I... I guess I must have.... thank you lord Hero."