Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil Chapter 2015: Imparting True Demon Names

Eren touched down upon the jagged coastline of an obscure island, his WindFire Wings retracting into his back before dissolving into ethereal trails of mana.

A biting wind swept across the terrain, saturated with the metallic tang of scorched earth and the briny scent of the sea.

Though the heavens had ceased their violent discharge of lightning, a heavy, lingering tension saturated the atmosphere.

The landscape was a rugged expanse of fractured stone and sporadic clumps of withered vegetation, suggesting the island had been abandoned for ages.

Now, the desolate center of the islet served as a makeshift infirmary, where two unconscious forms lay within a rapidly constructed healing formation.

Marina and Azurea descended to his side, their attention immediately drawn to the critical scene.

Two captains of the Root had been transported here by Eren’s designated subordinates—a warlock and a witch. These helpers stood nearby, their faces etched with anxiety as they observed the situation.

Eren stepped forward, narrowing his eyes as he knelt beside the witch to inspect her condition.

Her flesh appeared to be liquefying. It wasn't a typical burn; rather, her physical form had become fundamentally unstable. Her limbs had softened into a gelatinous state, and her facial features were already losing their definition.

She resembled a slime creature in the midst of a total structural collapse. While her soul had successfully evolved into a powerful demonic soul, her physical vessel was failing to contain the change.

Unlike Eren’s own slime transformation, her state was a malfunction—a curse rather than a gift.

It appeared her genetic blueprint had been so radically altered that the World Will of Labh Salem found her unacceptable. Consequently, she was enduring the brutal backlash of cellular disintegration.

"She's turning into a puddle," Azurea remarked with a deep frown. "What is happening to her?"

Eren remained silent for a moment. He hovered his hand over the witch’s chest, utilizing his Mana Sense and Soul Sense to probe the depths of her spiritual essence.

"The transformation is complete," he finally declared, his voice low and resolute. "She has reached S-Rank. However, her body is failing. If she loses her physical shell, her demonic soul will be cast out of this realm and sent directly to the Hvergelmir Springs."

"And what occurs then?" Marina inquired.

"She will become a wandering soul within the Demon Realm," Eren clarified.

"Stripped of a body, she would be nothing more than another common demon. To return to the world of the living, she would need to possess a vessel. But such a possession… it would strip away her identity. She would no longer be herself.

Most nascent demons lack the strength to retain their sense of self. While I could retrieve her from the demon realm through a summoning ritual, she wouldn't be the same person. By the time she was brought back, the majority of her newfound power would have withered away."

Standing up, he moved to the opposite side where the warlock lay. The man’s skin was a map of blackened, cracked fissures, resembling charred timber. His chest labored for every shallow breath, and one arm had been reduced to a cinder.

"His state is more precarious than it looks," Eren noted grimly. "His flesh might endure for a day or two, but his soul is fracturing. The lightning strikes have scorched both his physical form and his spirit."

Azurea crossed her arms, her posture rigid. "So… simple healing won't suffice. Their very souls have been warped and damaged."

Eren gave a curt nod.

"Indeed… they are demons now. Those possessing mortal shells are known as fiends. If they are divested of their bodies, they revert to their base soul-forms, losing their status as fiends.

If I fail to mend both their physical vessels and their spiritual cores, they will perish. Not merely a physical death… they will be erased from Labh Salem entirely."

He let out a sigh, glancing briefly at the clouded sky.

"Such is the peril of the fiend transformation. We are fortunate that eighteen others succeeded. But these two…"

He looked down at the suffering pair, their bodies racking with tremors.

"I will do what I can," Eren vowed.

Rolling up his sleeves, he began to channel mana into his palms. With a sharp mental command, he summoned an Empusa.

A distortion rippled through the air, giving birth to a serpentine entity that moved with ghostly elegance. Her spirit-like body coiled through the air, yet her face bore the unmistakable likeness of Nina.

The creature drifted silently to the heart of the healing array. Following Eren’s silent lead, she closed her eyes and began weaving shimmering threads of restorative energy into the broken bodies.

Luminous green light emanated from her hands as she infused her specialized healing power into the formations, reinforcing the crumbling bodies of the two fiends.

As the Empusa labored, Eren triggered his seven overlapping Sin Series Domains.

Positioning himself between the fallen warriors, he held out his hands. Spheres of multicolored mana coalesced around him—the crimson of Wrath, the glimmering gold of Greed, and the others. These seven distinct energies flowed like liquid ink through the air.

With meticulous care, Eren began inscribing demonic runes in the void. These were no mere glyphs; they were anchors of identity, designed to tether a volatile demonic soul to a specific name.

He leaned over the witch, whose form was bathed in the Empusa’s glow. He murmured a low incantation, causing the runes of her true demonic name to flare before sinking deep into her chest.

He then moved to the warlock, repeating the process by whispering his true demon name.

Because these true names belonged to the demonic tongue, they were impossible to articulate in the language of Labh Salem; any attempt to do so would result in nothing but unintelligible noise.

As the name left his lips, the glowing inscriptions merged with the warlock’s form, instantly stilling the chaotic energy within him.

The dragon sisters watched in hushed silence as the ritual reached its climax.

After several tense minutes, the Empusa finished her task. The glow of the healing circles faded, and a gentle breeze swept through the area.

Slowly, the two members of the Root began to move.

Their eyes fluttered open—the agony was gone, replaced by the steady, vibrant glow of demonic power. Their physical forms had solidified. Curving horns now protruded from their brows.

Intricate runes were etched into their skin, and their auras felt heavy yet controlled. Rising to their feet, they immediately dropped to their knees before Eren, bowing their heads in reverence.

"We thank you, my liege," they spoke in unison, their voices resonating with newfound strength.

Eren let out a long breath of relief and acknowledged them with a nod.

"Welcome to your new life," he replied curtly.

By saving these two, Eren had successfully secured his absolute authority over twenty S-Rank elites from the Root.