leonardwarren Chapter 1259: The Nightmate Demon Gathering
Chapter 1259: The Nightmate Demon Gathering
Chapter 1259: The Nightmate Demon Gathering
Darkness engulfed it all, nightmare essence constantly pouring from within its endless corridors, the massive Nightmare Demon Manor stood floating in the middle of the Nightmare Void, unmoved, unfazed, existing and at the same time, not existing.
A fixed point within the Nightmare Void, a place of "what ifs" where the concentration of all of humanity's darkest emotions, desires, and sins gather and fester into something that threatens to engulf the world, a living curse.
Yet the curse prevails, and the Nightmare Realms expand, the means for the Void to reach the mortal plane, each crack but a hand, an arm to reach further, to grab humanity and asphyxiate them with their own hatred, fear, sorrow, and sins.
The Nightmares, merely born from this endlessly festering and expanding Void of Hatred continue to grow, and they continue to aim for humanity. As they, ultimately, desire nothing but to fulfill their maker's greatest wish, the end of their kind.
And among them all, the wisest, the most cunning, the most intelligent, those unique enough to represent a complete aspect of fear and nightmares, they are known as Demons, Nightmare Demons.
Sophisticated, at least some, intelligent, most of the time, cunning, definitely. Nightmare Demons seek nothing but to end humanity and replace them with their own kind, to claim Earth as their own realm.
And so they plot, and so they scheme, and so they are now within this Manor, born from the power of their strongest, a fixed point within even the void, connecting to hundreds of different Nightmare Realms, doors.
"Hmm..."
A massive mass of flesh and wombs with the body of a woman on top constantly produced more and more eggs, as her massive maws were feed with large quantities of Dream Cores, harvested from Dream Warriors across the globe.
"It seems that the harvest has been rather fruitful, the all-out attack has mostly worked."
A man with a slender and tall body analyzed several notes he had on his hand, his pitch-black hands, made of soot and nightmares swirling together, gently moved the paper to read better. His face was pitch black, in fact every inch of his skin was pitch black, he resembled a black silhouette rather than anything else, but he wore regal nobleman clothes of blue and purple color, he liked extravagant colors.
His pointy horns, the longest and most majestic of them all resembled a crown, as he gazed at the papers with his completely black eyes.
"Over four hundred Dream Warriors killed today, good," he smiled, nodding. "The targeted attacks seem to be working wonders..."
He smiled as he glanced at the countless doors across his manor.
"With those doors, it has become incredibly easy to catch them off guard and kill them off dad!"
"Heh..."
The woman smiled, throwing away the glass of wine into the grasslands, and beginning to
run around, dancing.
"Hahahaha!"
She was not even intimidated by his threat.
"After dying so much, do you ever think I care about your threats, King? Please..."
"Hmph..."
The King's gigantic aura quickly went back to normal.
"Yes, I suppose so. We're equals here, right? So please, do tell me. I'll make sure to solve any problems you're having with your plan as well."
"Hmm~ Is that so?"
The woman sat over the grasslands, looking into the sky.
"They're very strong, yes... but they lack the power to stop the end from happening... Without
a doubt, this'll be the last loop. The Nightmare Curse that Humanity inflicted upon
themselves... shall consume it all."
"Hahaha, right..."
"Humans are truly scary."
"Sometimes I believe they're more vile than us."