SSS Demon King System: The Rise of a Dying Extra-Chapter 24: The Arrival of the Assassins’ Guild. (1)

"Hehehe ~ what defined abs you have! Can I touch them?" Ceri asked with a flirtatious smile on her face.

"Go ahead, this is the body a male should have after all," the boy affirmed with pride.

Resin had always been a very diligent boy in his work; after all, he was a guard in charge of protecting the tribe.

However, when it came to Ceri, Resin simply stopped thinking clearly.

He had liked her forever, they grew up together and became adults together.

The boy still remembered how difficult it had been for him to confess years ago, but now? They were both together and happy, a dream come true.

The young man let himself be enveloped in her fragrance, while the woman’s soft fingers caressed his abs.

But then, a chill invaded him. He quickly moved away from the girl, gripping his spear firmly while his gaze fixed on the forest.

His wolf ears moved, trying to catch some noise, while he tried to perceive some peculiar fragrance.

Wolf-men’s sense of smell was extremely developed.

Not only could they perceive different smells at great distances, but also identify them even if others were altering them.

However, his sense of smell caught nothing; but his instinct never lied to him.

"Ceri, go get help, I think there are intruders," the boy said with clear concern.

"Alright," she said, somewhat confused, looking toward the forest in search of something she might have missed.

"Who’s there!" the warrior shouted.

There was no immediate response.

However, little by little some figures became increasingly visible.

"Did he really detect us? I guess wolf-men’s senses really are on another level," a female voice then said.

How long had they been there?

"Who are you?" the boy asked, adopting a defensive posture.

"Us? Your worst nightmare," a female voice said.

There were many opponents and it was impossible to face them all, but perhaps he could buy time for Ceri.

"Are you sure he had detected us? There was no need for you to break the veil; we would have been able to sneak in easily anyway," a raspy voice commented, filtered through a mask.

The speaker was a short old man, wearing a red hooded robe and carrying a skull-shaped mask.

"Does it matter? We’ve already arrived; it’s not like massacring this pack of filthy dogs is going to be difficult. Or are you afraid of a couple of beast-men, Skull?" the woman laughed.

She was taller than the old man and wore a red robe like him; however, she didn’t wear a mask.

"Hehehe, I can already imagine it: the spectacle awaits us! I’m looking forward to showing my art to the whole world!" a higher-pitched voice exclaimed while making unnatural gestures with her arms.

Unlike the other two, that woman wore armor, but it wasn’t conventional.

It was grayish in color and full-body; it was so tight it seemed more like a suit than a breastplate.

Her helmet was what most caught attention: as if a metal sphere had swallowed her head.

Moreover, there was only a small slit to see through, giving her visibility through only one eye.

"Here we go again. I guess it’s okay if I stay here while these crazies take care of massacring those dogs, right?" the woman asked, with a hand on her hip.

"No, no: you’re not just here to use the veil; you must also make sure these crazies don’t go overboard. It would be a waste to kill all these potential slaves," Skull said, crossing his arms.

"Tsk, you always thinking about money."

"Legran wants to play with dog girls!" a voice behind them exclaimed. It sounded deep, not raspy, but soft like a child’s.

There stood a monster closer to being a mountain than a human.

He was enormous; with his full armor he easily reached four and a half meters.

"That’s all we needed. I hope you leave some women in good condition to sell, Legran; I don’t want you leaving me without profits," Skull mentioned, exasperated.

The giant looked at the dwarf speaking to him, not processing his words well.

"And what’s wrong with this one? Isn’t he going to attack?" the woman said, noticing the guard.

He remained static, in combat position.

A small tremor was noticeable in his body; however, he didn’t seem afraid.

"Lalalala!" the armored woman then hummed, moving with fluid steps similar to a dance; her long limbs swayed with elegance and elasticity while she continued singing. "I’ll call this work ’Broken Love’? Mmm, no, better ’Fractured Love’? Mmmm, ’Bloody Love’? Yes, I think that sounds good."

The guard was confused; he’d been trying to move for a while, but his body wasn’t responding.

Suddenly, the woman waved her fingers in the air and, as she did, his body began to obey, as if he were a puppet.

The boy turned; his knees bent and he leaned forward a bit.

He felt his muscles swell when, suddenly, he shot forward at a dizzying speed.

In an instant he crashed into something: it was Ceri.

"Serin, are you okay?" the girl asked painfully on the ground. "Huh? What are you doing?"

The young man, without understanding why, positioned himself on top of her.

He could perfectly feel Ceri’s body between his legs; he saw the confusion in her eyes and smelled her fragrance mixed with sweat.

However, he could only watch.

He was no longer master of his body.

The trembling boy noticed how his arm pulled back; seeing that gesture, his eyes filled with desperation, knowing what was going to happen.

He tried to resist, control it, prevent it: but it was all in vain.

His arm moved without obeying his orders, impacting directly against the face of the woman he loved.

The sound of Ceri’s nose cartilage breaking left him in shock; he had been stained with her blood.

The arm rose again, while the boy resisted more earnestly, begging Fenrir’s spirit to help him.

But the arm descended again. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Their eyes met right after; she knew when she looked at him: he wasn’t doing it because he wanted to, he was being forced.

Seeing that, Ceri wanted to act, but couldn’t move: the boy was on her chest and she found it hard to even breathe.

"Serin," a blow, "you must," another blow, "reconsider," and another.

The girl tried to use words, but they didn’t work.

The attacks were more frantic now; he was hitting her with both arms.

Tears began to well up in the boy’s eyes, while he remembered the first time he saw Ceri; he had fallen in love with her at first sight.

He broke her teeth.

She was always cheerful, so beautiful, so smiling.

He sank her cheekbones.

Her long red hair always mesmerized him, and when it moved with the air, enveloping him with her fragrance, Serin felt reality became a dream.

He fractured her jaw.

She was so captivating; over time she became more flirtatious, more daring, but always surrounded by an aura of mystery.

He hit her again.

The boy remembered how nervous he got when he confessed to her; it was the first time he saw Ceri get embarrassed; she had a tender and shy side she only showed him.

And again.

He remembered their first date.

And again.

Their first kiss.

Harder.

Their first night together.

Faster.

They thought of a name for their children.

More violent.

Jenny, if it was a girl...

More brutal.

And Sam, if it was a boy.

More...

Suddenly, something pulled him from those memories: a soft hand that caressed his cheek with gentleness. Did she still have strength?

"Wh-whatever happens, I will al-always l-love you," she whispered with a thread of voice.

Serin’s eyes opened wide.

Ceri’s face had been destroyed; it was practically unrecognizable.

He had done that to her; even if he was controlled, it was his fault.

But no more.

A childish giggle resonated as the cause of all that approached.

"But what a magnificent work! Only one thing remains: a grand finale! How should it end? Strangle her? Maybe gouge out her eyes? Maybe both?"

While that sinister woman questioned herself, Serin was completely concentrated.

They wouldn’t touch her again; they wouldn’t harm his beloved again. No one.

He had to move; he had to make an effort, and he did. Soon he felt how his teeth began to clench, how his arms trembled harder at his commands.

He felt it: it wasn’t that he couldn’t move his body or that it didn’t listen to him; what was happening was that there was something inside him, something that moved his body as if it were a puppet.

But he had to resist.

He used all the strength he could; his muscles, little by little, tore; his teeth began to crack from the effort; he felt how his whole body hurt.

But it didn’t matter.

It hurt, but he kept going.

Little by little he managed to get up; little by little he managed to turn around.

There was the woman guilty of all that. He had to kill her, but then she looked at him.

"What are you doing?" she said with a severe voice, while her finger lifted upward; in unison, Serin’s body rose in the air. "Puppets don’t resist their masters!" she complained, stomping the ground.

With another turn of her finger, the man’s joints and limbs bent unnaturally.

Pain invaded him, but he couldn’t scream; only watch how that woman threw a tantrum like a child.

Was he that insignificant?

Then something approached: it was big, very big, a colossus almost five meters tall, who lowered Serin’s helpless gaze, picked up Ceri as if she were a rag doll.

"Broken wolf doll!" the giant said while giving a hard stomp. "But don’t worry, I’ll play with the doll anyway."

The giant said, while laughing clumsily.

It was then that Serin realized: that woman hadn’t lied before; they were his worst nightmare.

And his hell was only just beginning.