Rearing Demons
Chapter 57: Demon Prince Frayata; The Azure World

Chapter 57: Demon Prince Frayata; The Azure World

Damon watched as the demon bit into the human’s arm, chewing loudly, its jaws snapping with sickening delight.

"Ah yes, peeled! My favorite!"

Its voice was hoarse—strangely not unpleasant at all. And that disturbed Damon the most.

It wasn’t uncommon for powerful demons to speak fluently, but this one was releasing an aura eerily similar to his own. Rank seven.

A Demon Prince?! His eyes narrowed. A Demon Prince acting as a mere Messenger?

This wasn’t normal. The world of Zulmasharr had a strict hierarchy, but it was rarely enforced among the titled demons.

Normally, Demon Princes ruled their own territories, avoiding unnecessary conflicts with others of their rank.

Even though Demon Kings weren’t necessarily afraid of Princes, but few were willing to work with one. An intelligent demon was always a threat.

Not to mention, there was an unspoken rule—titled demons weren’t allowed to kill each other without cause.

That meant... This wasn’t just any summoning.

The source of this ritual was likely from a being far beyond a Demon King. He made a mental note.

Something much deeper was at play here.

"Oh, and you kept the skin on the side. Fantastic!"

The Prince’s swollen hand reached out, snatching a long strip of flesh and slipping it between its massive lips.

It chewed slowly, savouring every bite, its face stretching into a grotesque expression of bliss.

The naked men remained silent, their foreheads pressed to the ground, unmoving.

Damon’s gaze hardened as he focused on the strongest of them.

That man... He was an Aetherial Soul cultivator. Just like him. And yet, even with an aura stronger than the Demon Prince’s, he continued kneeling in humiliation.

"Now then, you. Get up and tell me what it is you want from me this time." The purple flames dimmed, revealing the full figure of the Demon Prince.

It was a massive, obese demon. Its body mirrored a human’s, yet grotesquely swollen, its arms and legs bulging with unnatural fat. Its tiny face was nearly swallowed by its bloating flesh, and its beady black eyes shone with gleeful hunger.

But the most disturbing part? Its erect penis. Veins webbed its length, its sweat-covered shaft twitching as it pulsed unnaturally. Damon felt bile rise in his throat.

"Prince." The Aetherial Soul cultivator sat up first. He shuffled forward on his knees, scraping his bare flesh across the dirt, yet he didn’t flinch.

Then—

Damon watched in disgust as the man leaned forward... and kissed the tip of the Prince’s cock.

"Speak."

The Demon Prince nodded, still chewing on the groaning human in its grasp, its other hand lazily stroking itself. "Prince Frayata, we bring urgent news. The Abyssal Lord is planning to wage war in his region soon."

Damon’s body tensed. This was information even he didn’t know.

Master!

He needed to relay this immediately. Regardless of whether he could gather more details, this alone was worth reporting.

Secrets involving the Lords were tightly guarded—if something this major was being freely discussed, then something far more sinister was happening behind the scenes.

What is it? Why are you calling me so suddenly?

The Black Lord’s tone was sharp, irritated. Unlike Celis, who had limited access to the Azure Lord, Damon had direct communication with the Black Lord.

He didn’t abuse it, but when necessary, he could call.

Master, I found a group of demonic cultivators and...

He relayed everything. The moment he mentioned the Abyssal Lord’s war plans—

Capture the leader! Forget the Prince—capture the leader immediately!

Yes, Master!

That was all he needed to hear. He had been waiting long enough. Black lightning erupted from his body. A sharp crack split the air.

"Who is that?!"

The group whirled around in panic.

"Good luck."

Without hesitation, the Demon Prince grabbed several more humans, stuffing their skins into its mouth before vanishing into the ritual circle.

Coward.

The naked men turned, eyes wild with fury and confusion.

Then, in the blink of an eye—

A bolt of black lightning tore through the air.

The leader barely had time to react before a hand clamped over his face.

A whisper echoed in his ears. "You’re coming with me."

Then... A black portal swallowed them both.

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Celis stood in the vast world of azure flames.

Unlike the real world, this place was a mesmerizing blend of blue and white.

The grass, the sky, the very air itself—everything was bathed in shifting shades of azure and pale light.

A world of serene beauty, yet brimming with power.

"It’s been a while since I entered here."

As soon as he inhaled the familiar air, a rush of energy coursed through his body.

His wounds vanished instantly—as if they had never existed.

"Finally, the pain... it’s gone."

Clenching his fists, he felt his strength surge back, his body whole once more.

His eyes scanned the endless landscape.

Aside from its unique nature, there was little else to see.

But that was the nature of the Azure World. The Azure Lord had created this realm with purpose.

Although Celis now had full access to its limitless resources, he still had to earn them.

This world was teeming with Azure essence—but unlike human essence, it was far more potent, far heavier.

It was vital to his growth.

"If I train here until I reach Essence Forge... I might not be able to kill the Prince, but I should at least be able to fight him and escape."

His eyes burned with renewed determination. He had no time to waste.

The Azure World was structured differently. Resources were scattered throughout, hidden behind challenges and trials.

He would need to find them, fight for them, earn them.

At least there was one advantage. As long as he remained inside the Azure World, his body would heal on its own. There was no risk of death; unless he did something reckless.

One drawback, however, was mobility. Unlike the outside world, he couldn’t fly here. Azure essence was far heavier, far denser than human essence, making it difficult to manipulate.

Until he reached the seventh rank, he was stuck on foot. It was a minor inconvenience, but not a deal-breaker.

"There." His eyes locked onto a tiny sapling, nestled between towering white trees.

A faint glow pulsed from its delicate leaves.

He grinned.

That sapling was overflowing with Azure essence. If he planted it in his Cyralim, he could establish a steady source of Azure essence, eliminating the need to constantly siphon Origin essence.

Right now, he had to focus intensely to extract even small amounts of Azure essence.

But with this sapling... that process would become effortless. "What’s the challenge here—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the surrounding trees twisted violently. Their massive trunks rotated, bark splitting open to reveal gaping, hollow maws. Their roots surged forward like grasping claws.

Fuck, I have to fight rank six trees?!

One thing the Azure Lord had drilled into him— Afloria and Zulmasharr were weak.

Most cultivators in the outside world relied on basic auras—inferior energies that paled in comparison to true essence.

Even demonic essence, though stronger than human essence, was still beneath Azure essence.

A rank six in the Azure World wasn’t the same as a rank six outside.

These were creatures forged in pure Azure essence. They were monstrous.

Even Celis—who had fought and killed Valgath demons—felt a twinge of unease. These trees were likely stronger than Valgaths by a wide margin.

The reason titled demons were so much stronger than regular ones wasn’t just bloodline superiority. They used higher-tiered essence. That alone set them apart.

His jaw tightened. Alright, let’s see if I can steal the sapling before they react.

Taking a deep breath, he narrowed his eyes. Then... he shot forward. Not to fight the trees, but to take the sapling and run.

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GRAAA! (I’m healed!)

Calm down, you idiot!

At the peak of the Antic Tower, both Jisvruul and Velmira stood tall in their human forms, their bodies radiating immense power.

Velmira, now restored to her peak strength, looked as beautiful as ever—perhaps even more so.

Her aura was calm yet potent, carrying an air of dominance that felt stronger than before.

As for Jisvruul...

His presence was overwhelming.

A surge of raw, untamed energy pulsed from him, far more powerful than before.

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True Name: ⨒⨐⨤⨪⨢⨨⨨⩀

Demon Name: Jisvruul

Age: 0

Demon Cultivation: Kyrrath

Rank Up: /100000

Bloodline: Wailing Abyss

Abilities

Blind Wail

Fractured Howl

Weeping Eyes

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He had evolved into a Kyrrath!

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