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The Demon King Again

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It's sunset. The eastern sky is dark and filled with stars, while the western sky is bright blue. I hadn't realized how much time had passed when I was being made presentable.

At the gates of Al Mipedim is some strange cross between a carriage and a tank. It's armor plated, bright red with black spikes, and it's being led by a team of what look like horse skeletons. They're similar to skeletal steeds from the show and card game. Surrounding the vehicle are Underworlders wearing red and black plate armor covered with spikes. Most are holding weapons, though two at the very front are holding instruments that look a lot like trumpets.

Meanwhile, inside the walls of Al Mipedim, on the other side of the open gates, are King Theb-sarr in full royal regelia, the Crown Prince Iflar in similar clothing, and myself in what as well be gold-colored pajamas. Around us are several dozen guards.

Theb-sarr steps forward, and the guards part for him. The Mipedian king says in a loud but calm voice, "We welcome you to Al Mipedim, Chaor of the Underworld."

There's a sound like hissing air as the top of the carriage-tank lifts up. Soon its occupant can be clearly seen. Chaor grabs the left side of the carriage, hoists himself out, and lands on the ground.

Chaor looks... exactly the same as the first time I saw him. He's a huge demon with red skin, large curved horns, and a muscular body clothed only in a fur loincloth and a pair of boots.

I'm reminded that three of my past lives were ended by this creature. I feel incredibly small.

"Theb-sarr," Chaor says as he folds his arms over his large chest. His face seems to have an expression somewhere between smug and irritated. "I do believe you have members of my tribe living within your city."

Well, Chaor didn't waste any time there.

Theb-sarr puts on a confused expression. "Underworlders in Al Mipedim? I think I would have known that if it were true."

Chaor sneers, and I swear his eyes began to glow a little. "Don't play coy. I'm referring to the Humans. You have one in your company right now."

Theb-sarr turns to look at me. "Oh, him? He's not an Underworlder. He's the leader of the Human tribe."

Chaor blinks, then snickers. "To the contrary, I have the leader of the Human tribe with me right now." He turns to the carriage and raps its armor with his knuckles. "Lilth, show yourself."

Absolutely nothing happens.

Chaor knocks harder. "Lilth, you will reveal yourself, now."

A woman's voice calls out, "One of the conditions to our marriage was that you wouldn't address me the same way you would a servant, Chaor."

I hide a grin by pretending to rub an itch on my chin. Whoever she is, Lilth is good.

Chaor bares his teeth and faces Theb-sarr again. "...I present to you Queen Lilth of the Human tribe."

"Much better," says the woman's voice, and a figure stands and leans over the edge of the carriage. She has long, wavy black hair and pale skin. She's wearing a black dress with no sleeves and a low neckline. She has a sharpness to her eyes, and she has a relaxed air to her posture.

Theb-sarr nods his head to Lilth. "Queen Lilth, would you call yourself queen of all Humans? Or queen of the Humans in the Underworld?"

Lilth leans forward and rests her arms on the edge of the carriage. "In the Underworld, of course. It isn't as if Chaor holds dominion over the desert, correct?" A small grin sneaks its way onto her face.

Chaor's eyes narrow, and he growls. "As true as that might be, I know that the Humans here did not have a leader five days ago. You expect me to believe that in that time a leader has risen among them?"

"Yes," Theb-sarr says simply.

Chaor blinks, then he clenches his teeth. "...Well, they still belong to the Underworld. I have claimed them."

King Theb-sarr shakes his head. "Actually, Chaor, I was about to adopt the Humans here into my tribe through their leader here."

Chaor lets out a loud laugh. "Oh really?" he turns to look at me, and I feel the air around me become very cold. "What lies in your bloodline, Human? Any Mipedian royalty among your ancestors?"

I don't even get a chance to respond before Chaor turns back to Theb-sarr. "I'm familiar with Mipedian laws, Theb-sarr. How do you plan to legally adopt a commoner into your family?"

Theb-sarr folds his arms. "I am already taking care of it. If you insist on seeing for yourself how, then I have an invitation for you."

Chaor narrows his eyes. "An invitation to what, exactly?"

Theb-sarr presents a hand in my direction. "To watch the leader of the Human tribe, Michael, marry my daughter Isis."

Wait, did I hear that correctly?

Chaor turns to stare at me, a look of realization spreading across his face.

Theb-sarr folds his arms. "And if you claim I can't do that, then you also claim the same for yourself."

Chaor bares his teeth for a moment. Then he forces the expression away. "Very well, Theb-sarr, I accept your invitation. I must see the entire ceremony, though."

"Of course," Theb-sarr replies.

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Chaor's carriage is being paraded behind us as we approach the palace.

I'm in a daze. So much has happened today, and now I learn that Theb-sarr had planned a marriage. Would the marriage have been to himself or Iflar if the Humans had picked a woman? I don't think I'm going to find out.

I do know one thing, though. My life has now abandoned all sense of normalcy.

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Up next: The Banquet and the Ceremony

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