I Became A Zompirewolf-Chapter 608 The Princess Of Fire (1)

608 The Princess Of Fire (1)

The massive room trembled with the clash of weapons and the crackling of fire. Bodies littered the floor as mercenaries from Kernel Tower clashed with the corrupt soldiers of the Orion Empire.

Amidst the chaos, a figure shrouded in shadows stepped forward, her name whispered with dread among those who knew her—Celeste, the Shadowmancer.

On the other side of the room, a female figure emerged, her features both alluring and dangerous.

This Deacon, the pyromancer, radiated an aura of demonic power. Flames danced in her eyes as she surveyed the battlefield, her lips curling into a wicked smile at the sight of Celeste.

The two women locked eyes, commanding the surrounding combatants' attention. Gliding across the battlefield with an air of otherworldly grace, Celeste approached the Deacon.

Her body was composed of pure darkness, swirling with an unsettling intensity. Her eyes, glowing with a cold, piercing light, were fixed on the Deacon before her.

The Deacon, a woman of striking beauty, exuded an aura of both power and malevolence. Her demonic form starkly contrasted her former appearance, her skin now adorned with crimson markings that glowed with an inner fire.

Her eyes burned with the intensity of hellfire, a flickering blaze that hinted at the destructive power she wielded. One would say that her demonic form was much better looking than her usual form.

Unsurprisingly, the men around them stopped fighting amongst themselves and focused on the lovely sight before them. They were men first... enemies later.

"Men will be men..." the Deacon shrugged, playing with her hair. "What do you say, shall we give them a show worth remembering?"

"The only man I'll ever show off my body to is my master," Celeste replied with a poker face. "But I'm not one to shame adult entertainers. Please carry on with your job. Meanwhile, I'll find other means to keep myself busy."

"You insignificant bitch..." the Deacon sneered, her voice laced with arrogance and anger. "I'll make sure a pitiful creature like you knows her place."

Celeste remained silent, her focus unwavering as tendrils of inky darkness coiled around her form. She unleashed a wave of shadow energy with a subtle gesture, reaching out towards the Deacon with lethal intent.

The Deacon responded in kind, summoning flames that danced across her fingertips. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a torrent of blazing fire hurtling towards Celeste, determined to incinerate her shadowy opponent.

The clash of shadow and fire filled the air as Celeste deftly manoeuvred through the scorching assault. Shadows twisted and writhed around her, forming a protective barrier that absorbed the brunt of the hellfire.

Celeste moved with fluid grace, her movements seamless and precise. However, the men busy ogling her ass couldn't move quickly and were reduced to ashes.

"You are nothing but an ephemeral shadow," the Deacon taunted, her flames fiercer as her confidence surged. "I will reduce you to ashes, just like all who stand against us."

"How often is your pitiful cult willing to fail before understanding that you are nothing compared to our lord and lady?" Celeste laughed as she walked past yet another stream of hellfire.

Celeste's lips curled into a sinister smile as she retaliated, her shadow tendrils lashing out with blinding speed. They darted through the air, weaving a web of darkness that ensnared the Deacon, restricting her movements and extinguishing her flames.

The Deacon struggled against the grip of the shadows, her fiery aura flickering in desperation. With a surge of power, she unleashed a burst of hellfire, attempting to break free from her confines. But Celeste's shadows held firm, absorbing the flames and snuffing out the inferno.

"You underestimate the power of darkness," Celeste hissed, her voice tinged with a chilling certainty. "It consumes, engulfs, and leaves nothing but emptiness in its wake."

With a flick of her wrist, Celeste commanded the shadows to surge forward, enveloping the Deacon in an inky shroud. The Deacon's cries of defiance were muffled as darkness smothered her, rendering her helpless.

Celeste approached her captive opponent, her eyes burning with an intensity that mirrored the hellfire she had faced. She reached out a hand, her touch cold and unforgiving.

"Your reign of terror ends here," Celeste stated, her voice resolute. "May the shadows consume you and bring forth the redemption you desperately need."

As Celeste's hand made contact with the Deacon's form, the shadows constricted tightly, squeezing the life force from her. The Deacon's struggles grew weaker, her fiery aura dimming with each passing moment.

In a final burst of energy, the Deacon summoned a surge of hellfire, attempting one last desperate attack. But it was too late. Celeste's shadows tightened their grip, extinguishing the flames and silencing the Deacon's defiant cry.

With a final gasp, the Deacon's form disintegrated into ash, her malevolent presence vanishing from the battlefield. Celeste stood alone amidst the fading darkness, her form returning to its ethereal state.

As the dust settled, Celeste turned her attention back to the battle unfolding around her. Her mission was clear—to protect Ashton and ensure the defeat of the cult that threatened their master.

However, the Deacon wasn't defeated yet as she reappeared before Celeste. A hushed silence fell over the battlefield as the Deacon's unconscious form was carried by a mysterious figure.

The air crackled with unsettling energy, signalling the arrival of an actual demon, unlike the demonic transformations the Priest and his Deacons had undergone.

Celeste's eyes narrowed as she observed the unexpected turn of events. The presence of a contracted demon meant that the Deacon had formed a pact, borrowing its power to bolster her own. It was a desperate move, a last-ditch effort to cling to life even as defeat loomed.

The contracted demon loomed before Celeste, its form a grotesque amalgamation of nightmare and malice. Its twisted visage reflected the horrors of the abyss, with razor-sharp fangs and gleaming red eyes that burned with an insatiable hunger.

"Your interference ends here, shadow creature," the demon growled, its voice a low, menacing rumble. "This child is under my protection, and I will not allow you to harm her any further."

"Celeste, you did a great job," Anna's voice rang out as she threw away a corrupt soldier's severed head. "I'll deal with this ugly bastard. You take of these guys."

"As you wish, my lady," following a quick bow, Celeste disappeared from there, leaving Anna to deal with the demon.

"Now then," Anna smiled, revealing her proper succubus form to the demon. "It's time to go back to hell."