All MILFs are Mine Chapter 302: There are no demons here

Deep within the southern canyons of the Duran Mountains, where the flora twisted into blackened shapes as if tainted by the earth itself, a pair of young adventurers ventured into the darkness.

One man, wearing mismatched leather armor, carried a heavy warhammer across his wide shoulders. His companion gripped two thin wands with such intensity that his knuckles had gone pale.

"Are you certain we are in the right place?" the mage asked in a whisper, his voice trembling.

The warrior with the hammer didn't break his pace.

"I've told you a hundred fucking times already... Yes. My brother spotted the demon exactly here.

We just need to take its head to the guild, claim a full gold coin, and we are finished. One gold coin, brother. Do you realize what that gets us? I'll finally be able to open that sword shop in Lowmarket, settle down, and watch my sister grow up without the constant dread of next month's rent.

And you? You'll have enough to marry off your three sisters with dignity and provide your mother with a proper home inside the kingdom walls. No more leaking roofs. No more dirt floors."

Swallowing hard, the mage cast a fearful look at the overhead canopy. To him, the branches resembled skeletal fingers reaching down.

"But we're talking about demons..." he murmured. "Six hearts. Supernatural power. They consume human flesh like bread. They don't merely kill—they relish our bodies."

The hammer-wielder let out a snort of derision.

"Give me a break. Weren't you a royal mage? Didn't you train in Vengeln’s army? How can someone with your background be so terrified of a single, miserable demon?"

Thud

The mage came to a dead stop.

"This area... it feels wrong. I can feel an evil presence watching us in my very bones. There was a noise... did you hear-"

Finally turning around, the larger man slammed the head of his warhammer into the ground with a heavy thud.

Thud

"Enough. Look at me." He gripped the mage’s shoulders with his rough hands, forcing him to make eye contact. "Do you truly want to turn back?"

The mage didn't pause for a second.

"Y-Yes."

A heavy sigh escaped the warrior.

"Fine. Fine. We will head back. But once we return, we are taking that goblin cave contract, understood? Easy money. No demons involved. Is it a deal?"

"Deal," the mage exhaled, his face washing over with relief. "Let's just leave this place as quickly as—"

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence.

His gaze darted upward.

A shadow—immense and incredibly fast—moved from one tree to the next.

Then...

Silence.

A heavy, suffocating silence took over. The birds went quiet and the wind died down. Even the sound of the distant mountain stream seemed to vanish into nothingness.

"O-Oh shit... Clad, look up there, there’s something—"

THUD.

The sound was wet, heavy, and final.

The mage’s eyes slowly traveled downward.

His companion's head was rolling across the pine needles. The eyes remained wide with shock, and the mouth was frozen in a half-formed warning.

Blood erupted in crimson arcs from the severed neck.

"N-No... that can't be—"

Before he could scream, the headless corpse collapsed like a marionette with severed strings.

Then he sensed it. He saw it.

A massive figure was standing right behind him.

It was something inhuman.

A creature whose shadow was twice the size of his own.

Very slowly, the mage turned around.

Twelve feet of corded, blue muscle towered over him.

It possessed four arms, each ending in talons longer than daggers.

The monster's face and hands were soaked in fresh blood, which dripped in thick, dark ropes onto the forest floor.

"Alvuia olio ca—"

"Utter one more syllable of that incantation," the demon growled, his voice sounding like grinding stones, "and I will slaughter you just like I did your pathetic friend."

The creature leaned down, its red eyes staring into the terrified brown eyes of the human.

The mage immediately dropped his wands. They hit the tree roots with a useless clatter.

"N-No... please... have mercy. I-I won't do anything. I swear I'll never step foot in this valley again. Please... let me live. I'm begging you."

The demon tilted its horned head, looking amused.

"How about you stay quiet for—" Before the sentence could be finished.

SHRRRKK

The mage’s head simply... disappeared.

A fountain of blood shot upward in a perfect red column.

"What the—!?"

The blue demon whipped his head to the right.

Hanging upside-down from a thick limb was another figure. He was almost human in shape, save for the two long, obsidian horns curving back from his brow and a thin tail that swayed behind him.

He was masticating.

The mage’s head was held between his razor-sharp teeth like a piece of fruit.

Streams of blood ran down his chin.

"Regoris..." the blue demon snarled, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. "What are you doing out here?"

Regoris swallowed with dramatic flair before revealing a blood-stained smirk.

"I was bored. Decided to come out and stretch." He licked a sharp fang. "What was your plan for that little mage, Melare? It seemed like you two were having a lovely conversation."

"I was going to kill him," Melare replied coldly. "You stole my prey."

Regoris dropped from the branch, performing a mid-air flip with supernatural grace—only to vanish before he could land.

A moment later, he reappeared, perching like a gargoyle right on top of Melare’s head.

"Oh, it really didn't look like you were about to finish him," he mocked. "You were taking your sweet time. Building the drama. Very artistic of you."

Melare’s four arms tightened.

"I was going to terrify him until he soiled himself, then take his head. There is a distinction." His tone grew sharp. "And you have no business being out here today. This is my patrol day."

"Is that so?" Regoris purred.

Melare swung a clawed hand to knock him away, but Regoris vanished once more.

This time, he didn't show himself again.

Melare growled, glaring at the trees above.

"I'm going to kill him..." he whispered into the darkness.

High in the sky, a three-eyed crow circled the area.

Cawwwwwww—

Melare reached a massive arm toward the sky.

The crow descended like a dark bolt, landing softly on his wrist.

"What is it?" Melare barked.

"A large group..." the crow croaked, its voice like shattering glass. "Approaching the valley... Cawwwww."

It took flight again without waiting for a word.

Melare’s lips curled back, revealing rows of jagged teeth.

"A large group, is it..."

His six hearts began to race.

A brutal, wide smile spread across his blood-stained features.

"If I butcher them all... I will finally prove my worth to Brother Ven."

He cracked all four sets of his knuckles simultaneously.

The sound rang through the quiet forest like the snapping of bones.