Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 220: What A Cross Shall A Magus Bear?

With great care were the prisoners being hauled to the dungeons–the elves feared Tymaan's rage for even a scratch on their skin could result in a nightmare. However, with Amedith and Liliyana following their every command, there wasn't any need for them to even lay a finger on their bodies.

"LET ME GO!" But that didn't mean the ex-hero couldn't pretend to be upset.

"You're gonna be so sorry when the king finds out about this!" Added Liliyana, gritting her teeth to sell her acting.

Raven and the others had followed them closely, but before they could begin to move–both of them were required to keep things busy. The dark elves, though thankful for their compliance, were obviously unnerved by how easily they'd given up when their carriage was surrounded. Liliyana–an apparent devil scared them to shits, but even she was acting obedient and didn't attempt anything cheeky.

'They're either too hopeful or god darned idiots…' Thought one of the elves right before tugging on their cuffs with a rusty chain.

"HEY!" Her eyes wide in shock a female dark elf growled at the man.

"Don't do stupid shit!" Complained another standing on his left.

"Fine, just shut up!" Not getting to let out any aggression in battle, the leader of their group was just aching for violence. However, as they finally descended down the cells filled and leaking with horror, a horrid smile tugged on his lips.

The screams alone–even from afar stopped Amedith exactly where he stood. He could hear the cries of children, the howling of mothers, and the agonizing screams of countless others just a few steps away from him. The elf, however, continued to walk forward, but as his chain stopped in its tracks, he turned around to see what was wrong.

"Oi, don't make this hard now, keep moving!" He tugged at his chain, but the ex-hero refused to budge.

"What are you doing?" Liliyana whispered, obviously not as bothered by the screams as she was a devil.

The elf tugged the chain once more, but Amedith refused to move, his eyes dejected to the ground, he listened to the screams echoing down those corridors. His heart constricted to their pleas, the men, the women, and most importantly the children. However, even more so what bothered him–were the laughs echoing alongside those horrific sounds.

"What do you do to your prisoners?" He asked, his head still lowered to the ground.

"What?" Moving closer to him, the dark elf let go of the chain and instead grabbed Amedith by the back of his head. "I don't need to tell you shit! You'll find out soon enough for yourself any–"

A sharp burning sensation in his belly cut the elf's words short. His mind hadn't caught up to what had happened, and yet he knew something was wrong. Wide-eyed, he took a step away from the supposed royal and as he looked down at his belly with a translucent knife stabbed in him, he finally felt the pain shooting throughout his body.

"Grey? What's wrong?!" Although she hadn't seen the knife just yet, the elven woman knew that something had happened. And she moved closer to their leader alongside her companion, their bodies froze up–watching their leader falling lifeless to the ground.

"Now, you've done it," sighed Liliyana, not exactly looking forward to the fight.

Pulled out of their trance by her words, however, the duo of elves leaped backways and reached for their weapons that were dangling from their sides. Holding their position, they wanted to scream for help, but fearing that would alarm the enemies in the front to take action, the two instead decided to run.

Raising his head, Amedith watched them retreating for a spell, but then raising his fist in the air, he whispered a spell. Conjuring a magic circle underneath their feet, he summoned a luminescent holy hand that quickly sprouted through the ground and grabbed the escaping duo with its nails.

"EHHHH! HHAAA!!" Gripped in its nails of gold, the elves screeched as their organs were punctured and their insides began to burn.

The voices drew out the others, but by the time they came, the duo's bodies were squished and smashed into mush. Letting the spell flit away, Amedith let down the facade of vulnerability and stared right into the eyes of the mortal devil with holy flames burning in his eyes.

The sight of the girl approaching them with such confidence was enough to make them question their abilities. None of them wanted to be in the front as they had no clue how she'd managed to kill three dark elves without getting her hands bloody or her dress dirty. As some gathered their courage to subside the discomfort, however, they raced towards Amedith with their weapons all raised.

"Come…Let me feed the hungry devils of infernal," the words by the supposed girl struck the charging elves with a moment of doubt, but before they could decide otherwise, they found themselves frozen in horror. "SUFFERING ETERNAL!"

The hands of countless lesser devils emerged through the grounds of the corridor, they latched themselves onto the elves and began clawing their feet till the bones. Screams echoed throughout the torture halls once more, but this time it wasn't the prisoners but the monsters who'd imprisoned them.

"ARGHH! NO!! NO!!" Being pulled into the grounds by the devils, the mortal bodies of those monsters were in for suffering eternally.

Not only will their soul suffer torture, but unlike the dead, their flesh would be ripe for lashing an eternity of pain.

"ST-STOP THIS! I-BE-BEG YOUUUU!!" The devils laughed at the elves' pleading for they knew a godly presence had already sealed their fates.

Soon enough, they were all dragged into the ever-raging flames of the first circle Infernal–and yet their haunting screams continued to linger. Unfettered by them, Amedith walked through the pool of blood towards the torch lantern-lit door at the very end.

"Liliyana…" He muttered, his eyes staring at the end like nothing else mattered.

"You want me to free the prisoners?" Already knowing his intentions, the fae devil left him to do what he had to while she freed the prisoners from their shackles and healed them to the best of her abilities.

'Raven would probably be mad about this.' She thought, but taking one last look at Amedith's back, she beamed a smile before concluding. 'I doubt that matters to him anymore, and neither should it to that mage.'

Although the plan was now ruined, Raven and the rest continued to progress through it as discussed. However, what wrench would this deviation bring? That remains to be seen.