Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 175: The Other Me

"Can you cry?"

Glup... Glup.

The simple and yet terrifying question caught the two brothers off guard. The woman's tone, aura, the meaning behind those words, and the sudden move made them shiver.

"Can you cry?" the silver-haired woman repeated the question, staring at the two brothers with a pair of blood-red eyes, waiting for an answer.

"Y-yeah," the older brother—the gray demon—answered, nodding his head. Sweat was pouring from his face. However, he quickly realized what he just said, and a mere human made him tremble like a little weakling slave.

'I'm a demon,' he thought, clenching his teeth and gathering his mana around his right hand. The gray demon hoped the woman wouldn't notice his attack, or maybe she did and didn't care.

'That's fine,' the demon thought, focusing more on his mana. If the woman was not scared of him, a demon, then he should make her.

'I'll crush her!' the gray demon thought, raising his right hand, and without warning, he aimed at the woman's head and punched her with his mana-enhanced fist.

BOOM

There was a loud explosion that shook the whole cell. The slave corpses flew everywhere, making the already gory and bloody scene even more horrific.

'Yes!' The gray demon exclaimed inwardly. The attack was powerful enough to blow off the woman's head. Not even a noble or a high-rank demon would be able to survive the punch at this distance.

"Hehe…" the gray demon laughed, but his laughter didn't last long. The moment the dust cleared, he saw that the woman was still standing in her spot. She didn't vanish or fly back like any other mortal creature; no, she remained there, looking at him, smiling, like he did nothing to her.

'WHAT?!'

The demon's eyes widened, not sure what just happened or how she did it. The only thing the demon could think of was the fact that the woman was not a normal human.

'What is she?!' The demon screamed inwardly, not daring to move a muscle, but his body was screaming for him to run away and get out of there as fast as possible. But he couldn't, not with her arm around his neck.

'Fuck!' the red demon cursed inwardly, canceling his attack. He had the same idea as his brother but stopped when he saw that his brother's attack did nothing to the woman.

'This is bad,' the red demon thought, looking at the woman and his brother, who was still staring at her, frozen and sweating.

'Fuck!...fuck!....fuck'

He was nervous. He wanted to run, to leave this place, but he couldn't. The woman was smiling at him and his brother, a smile full of bloodthirst that made his heart nearly jump out of his chest.

"Who are you?" the gray demon suddenly asked. He had no idea what the woman was or how she survived his attack, and now there was the feeling of a cold, sharp thing on his throat.

'FUCK!' the demon screamed in his mind. The woman was not touching his throat, yet the feeling was real, too real to be fake or a trick of the mind.

"Why does everyone keep asking the same question," the silver-haired woman said, shaking her head. Her face was a mask of annoyance. "It's been a while since I woke up. Can't I have some fun and not have every idiot asking me the same question? It's fucking annoying."

'Woke up?' the red demon heard the woman, and her words piqued his interest. Then he began piecing together what he saw so far: silver hair, pale skin, red eyes, and the drinking of blood. 'Is she a vampire?'

"I don't know who you are," the gray demon spoke, trying his best to hide his fear and trembling voice.

"Hmm," the woman raised her brows. Her eyes were scanning the two demons, noticing the sweat pouring from their faces and the slight shivers in their voices.

"I'll be damned," the woman was impressed. She didn't even do anything, yet the two brothers were scared to the bone. "My name is Morgana...wait, that's not entirely true. Morgana is the name of my other self."

'Other self?' The two demon brothers glanced at each other, wondering what the hell this woman was talking about.

"Ugh!... It's too complicated to explain, and it will just fray your little chicken brains," the woman sighed, shaking her head. "Just call me Victoria."

'Victoria.' The two demons repeated her name inwardly, not knowing how to deal with this crazy woman.

'Well, at least she's hot.' Even with the craziness and the terrifying aura, the woman was sexy, and the two demons couldn't help but gaze at her naked figure which was soaked in blood.

"What are you two staring at?" the woman suddenly asked. Her voice was low, and the bloodthirst in her eyes was intensifying.

"N-Nothing," the two demons said almost at the same time.

"Hmm," Victoria narrowed her eyes, not buying their answer. Slightly sniffing the air, she immediately knew what the two demons were thinking.

"You know," she began, releasing her hands from the two demons and walking slowly to the throne that she made from the slave corpses.

"If Morgana was the one you were talking to," she continued, sitting down on the blood-soaked chair and crossing her legs, "you might have lived a little longer after she fucked your little tight holes."

"H-Hey, what are you doi–" The gray demon didn't even have the time to ask what the woman meant. The moment she sat on the throne, she flicked her finger, and two long, thin blood arrows flew toward their heads; however, the two arrows suddenly exploded mid-air.

Boom

"GASP!!!" The two demons fell to the ground. The sudden attack surprised them, and just by testing the force of the blast, the two felt relieved that the arrows didn't hit them and terrified at the same time about the woman's power.

"Tsk!... This thing is annoying," Victoria clicked her tongue, tapping on the slave collar that was around her neck. "I never thought I'd be wearing one of these."

"I'll tell you what," Victoria said, looking at the two demons, "if you free me from this collar, I'll let you live. How about it?"

"..." The two demons glanced at each other for a second, not sure how to answer.

"Well?" Victoria narrowed her eyes, not liking the fact that the two demons were looking at each other instead of giving her an answer.

"I-It's impossible," the red demon stammered. "This c-collar can't be removed by anyone, except the master."

"Is that so?" Victoria hummed, rubbing her chin. "And who is this master?"

"..."

"Well?" The red demon didn't say anything because he didn't know, and silence was the only response Victoria got. However, her patience was at its limit.

"Answer!"

SPLASH!

"Oops..." Victoria slapped her forehead as she watched the red demon's head flying in the air, leaving behind a blood-spraying neck. The head hit the wall, and the body fell on the floor.

"Hii!" The gray demon yelped in terror, staring at the decapitated corpse of his brother. He almost passed out.

"Damn, I didn't mean to kill him," Victoria mumbled. She was pissed at herself for getting carried away. She didn't mean to kill the red demon; she wanted to scare him into answering, and maybe cut off a limb or two. But her hand moved faster than her brain.

"I really need to control my temper." With a sigh, she bit her index finger, letting a single drop of blood fly in the air to the red demon's corpse.

"!!!" The gray demon watched in shock as a red light covered the dead body of his brother. Soon, as if time was going backward, the head and the neck reappeared on the body.

"AHHH!" The red demon's eyes shot wide open, breathing heavily and touching his body and neck, making sure they were still there.

"That should do it," Victoria smirked, seeing that the red demon was alive again. "Now... where were we?"

"I..."

"So, who's the master?" Victoria asked, looking at the red demon, who was still shaking. The fear was still present, but there was something else mixed in, something far darker that he himself didn't know.

"I-I don't know," the red demon stammered, not daring to look at the woman's eyes. "No one except the governor of this city knows who the master of the collars is."

"And where is this governor?"

"In the central keep."

"I see." Victoria nodded with a smile as if pleased by the reply. "Thank you for answering."

"Huh?..." The red demon raised his head, stunned and confused by the woman's thanks. He was sure that she was going to torture him and force him to speak, but not this. He didn't expect that she would thank him all of a sudden.

"Oh... I almost forgot," Victoria added. "Can you tell me what realm this is?"

"Realm?" The two demons blinked.

"Yes," the woman nodded. "What realm or part of hell is this?"

"Hell?" The red demon tilted his head, not sure why the woman would ask such a question.

"We're not in hell," the red demon spoke, and the gray one followed him. "This is not hell or the underworld; we're in the demon continent."

"The demon continent?.... What the fuck is that?"

"This is the demon continent, the place where the demons rule," the red demon explained, not sure why the woman didn't know that. It's common knowledge.

"Wait... wait... Are you telling me that some demons left hell?" Victoria asked, surprised, shocked, and angry at the same time.

"Y-yes"

"They fucking dare!" Victoria growled, clenching her fists. A huge burst of mana exploded from her body. It was so strong that everything organic around Victoria simply vanished, including the two demons.

"They fucking dare to go against my orders and leave hell," Victoria cursed, standing up from the throne. Her eyes were glowing bright red, and the anger that was building inside her was enough to wipe kingdoms.

"I guess I have to impale one or two of their kings just to remind them--... Ugh!" The sudden pain surged through her brain, forcing her body to fall back on the throne.

"Damn, I can't stay here much longer. Morgana is awakening," Victoria groaned, massaging her temples. "I'll just have to wait until Morgana ascends to godhood. Then I'll deal with this fucking mess."

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