Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 124 123: Third Demon Down | The Fifth Demon

The demon's raging and sorrowful wails came to an abrupt stop, eyes dimming as life seeped out of her. Her head dipped as her body went cold, lifeless.

The impact left behind a large gaping hole—that opened wide from chest, reaching almost her navel.

The pillars of blood descending fiercely upon Seiya came to an abrupt halt just above Seiya's head, mere inches away. It liquified, pouring over Seiya and bathing him.

Seiya's hand loosened, letting the demon drop to the ground with a thud. "That's 4 down," he muttered, throwing his head back as he panted softly, feeling the warm breeze that brushed cold against his face—the thick blood dripping over his form.

From within, Kaeliyus felt relieved, finally able to take a breather after so long.

My Lord, he began softly. Would you be lenient enough to permit I change form?

Seiya breathed out to calm his nerves of all the strain and stress he'd gone through during the fights. He made to form his thoughts to respond to Kaeliyus but out of nowhere, a force slammed into him, hurtling him through the air.

Only after the impact did Seiya's ears catch the grating thrums of a heartbeat he had failed to hear—either from the strain of the battle or he had just been absent minded.

Kaeliyus was stunned by the sudden attack but helpless and unable to do anything as he was still in his sword form—unable to transform without Seiya's permission.

Seiya landed, knees scraping the hard ground as he balanced himself. Before he could even properly recover from the attack, the heartbeat that had sounded from afar after he was sent hurtling, suddenly hammered straight into Seiya's ears—the proximity very close.

"After hearing all that your eyes could do, and seeing you currently blind, of course I'm not foolish enough to let the opportunity slip by." A demon's hushed voice pierced Seiya's ears—sending a brief chill down his spine.

The demon was shorter in height compared to Seiya—appearing almost like a child. His dull ginger hair was cropped roughly at the back of his head, while the front formed a bowl-shaped fringe that barely reached his forehead, the edges jagged and cut close to the top of his forehead.

His eyes, however, appeared quite ethereal—a shimmering deep blue that gleamed even under the harsh sun.

From the corners of his eyes, three small, button-like bone beads appeared in a straight line, trailing toward his ear. The third bead on each side, unlike the others, elongated like the tiny horns of a bull, curving upward just before his ear. It stretched outward, steadily resting against the sides of his head.

He was clad in an oversized long sleeve shirt that wore loosely over his shoulders, covering his hands—over a traditional simple pants that lengthened to his knees.

The demon's small form hunched forward, leaning over Seiya from behind.

"I had been lurking and watching from my space. I never imagined Kieka would lose, that too, to the gender she had always looked down on—carrying herself with pride and chanting how women should be the rulers," he said, maintaining his close proximity with Seiya.

"And oh, I'm the best as masking my presence, that's why I couldn't be detected," he boasted with pride.

Kneeling there, Seiya acknowledged the demon's word because he indeed had no presence at all. However, saying he couldn't be detected was something Seiya saw wrong—because, even if a person is able to mask their presence or even turn invisible, as long as they have a beating heart, he could detect them.

Seiya blamed his carelessness for not catching the heartbeats before the demon landed one on him.

"What better chance is there than this to fight you, whose eyes hold remarkable prowess?" The demon mused, lips curling into a soft smirk.

"Kieka had done me a great favor by rendering you blind—though it's unfortunate that she isn't even aware of this," he shook his head in feigned solemnity. "But good riddance to her, she was annoying."

The demon took retreating leaps, putting a fair distance between him and Seiya.

"Even though you've been left blind and drained of strength, tilting this fight in my favor, a little caution never hurts—after all, it's better to be safe than sorry."

With a mystic grin stretching wide across his face, the demon spread wide his arms as if glorifying himself—voicing out in a calm, unnerving tone, "temple of silence."

In an instant, like a single drop disturbing the stillness of a vast ocean, golden rays of light surged from beneath his feet, expanding outward in rippling waves. The luminous glow spread through the space around them, enclosing both him and Seiya within its radiant embrace.

The demon's outstretched arms lowered to his sides, a cryptic grin etched across his face. He advanced toward Seiya with slow, deliberate steps, his grin widening with each stride until he came to a halt just before him.

"This is a space that belongs solely to me," he began. "In here, I hold all the power, after all," he paused, eyes peering down on Seiya. "…you can't hear or voice anything here," he revealed.

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"You're as good as deaf and mute inside this space," he added.

Seiya remained motionless on his knees, blind to the world, deaf to all sound—not even the demon's heartbeats he had been hearing moments ago, reached him now. An eerie silence had swallowed everything around him. He could only feel that someone was standing in front of him—silent.

The demon observed Seiya in silence for a few moments before breaking into a sharp, cackling laugh—though it never reached Seiya's ears, of course.

"What am I even rambling on about when you can't even hear me?" He asked rhetorically, laughing at himself.

"Well, it's not unlike me since it's always like this with all my victims. I'll still ramble on whether or not you hear it," he cackled aloud, head swaying backward.

The demon slowed his cackle till it died down before he turned his attention back to Seiya.

"Another reason why I cautiously enclosed you in here…" he paused, stretching the silence as if to build suspense—despite no one listening. "…is because of your weapon," he admitted.

"During your fight with Kieka, I had noticed your weapon to be quite a unique one. You're even able to summon it by command, how amazing is that?" His eyes sparkled with admiration.

"However, it is a deadly weapon. Now, with no voice to speak, how will you summon it?" He asked, gaze cast down on Seiya for a moment before another cackle rippled from him.

His cackle came to an abrupt cease as he yet again, peered down at Seiya. "If I kill you, the human who was able to kill Kieka, it'll earn me a lot of respect from the others for sure. How good that will feel," he muttered.

The demon took retreating steps, moving swift and gracefully as he lengthened the distance between himself and Seiya.

Casting up his gaze, his lashes fluttered softly, the air around him shifting into a menacing cold energy—face stern with no trace of his earlier jovial expressions.

"Now," he began softly, his gaze fixed up at nothing. "With my presence masked, and you unable to see, hear, or even speak, how should I amuse myself with you before ending your life?"