Chapter 237
Judging from the agonizing time, it undoubtedly felt incredibly long to her.
However, compared to their past experiences, this seems far too short.
During this long yet fleeting period of time, the Flower Demon King discovered something.
That is— the Witch began to treat them less coldly and ruthlessly.
It was as if she had been raising them like pets. The Witch, who had initially treated them like prisoners and Little White, gradually began to open her heart and warmth to them, and began to care for them more and more like a real mother.
Although the experiments the Witch conducted on them remained unchanged every so often, Witch undoubtedly began to treat them more gently.
It's like they habitually hug and caress them.
Occasionally, he would sit by her bedside and tell her R'lyeh's Fairy Tale to lull her to sleep, even though she didn't actually need sleep.
Even in the Demon King's noisy and murky world, the woman's voice remained melodious and pleasing to the ear.
When embraced, the Flower Demon King wonders: Is the Witch doing this to bestow kindness upon her, or is she herself seeking comfort and warmth?
Unfortunately, her body, being that of Demon King, is probably quite cold.
Perhaps this cannot soothe the Witch's loneliness.
She discovered that her fellow human beings were becoming increasingly unable to live without the Witch's presence, depending on her as they depended on her as they depended on their mother.
They naively believed that this Witch would truly give them a place to belong, freeing them from endless pain and desire.
That's absolutely ridiculous.
A group of monsters who have always hurt others and are incapable of understanding love, actually think that everything they've done can be erased just because they received a moment of false love, and that this woman can feel pity for them?
Perhaps there is a little pity.
Even the Flower Demon King herself once had this naive idea, believing that this situation would continue indefinitely and that their twisted love would continue to be nurtured.
Until this illusion was shattered by reality.
The Demon King all discovered one thing.
That is, the Witch's power is gradually weakening.
She continuously channeled her power into the Crystal called "Silver Feather," even at the cost of harming her own soul. At the same time, she seemed to be conducting some experiments recently, all of which were causing the Witch's immense power to weaken continuously.
If the Witch of the past could defeat all four of them on her own, the current Witch is not even capable of defeating the three of them working together.
In situations like this, what would these Demon King think, and what would they do?
To be honest, the Flower Demon King didn't know.
If you think that the maternal love the Witch gave them some time ago will make them love and support the Witch like a real mother and daughter, then you are sorely mistaken.
They are, after all, Monster born of desire.
When they sensed the Witch's weakness, like hungry lions smelling the aroma of their master's meat, they would not hesitate to follow their instincts and devour the powerless Witch.
Driven by their instinctive desires, they will possess this woman, forcing her to offer more love and making her their private property.
However, the Flower Demon King discovered something incredible.
Neither she nor her compatriots wanted to do that.
Yes, how ridiculous.
They all found themselves indulging in this false warmth, unable even to harm the woman who had enslaved them or possess her.
While the Flower Demon King mocked himself, he never thought he would change his mind.
The Demon King are twisted Monster symbolizing desire.
Even though this woman imprisoned and tortured them so severely, they were overjoyed and blinded by love because of a little bit of tenderness from her. They became her devoted dogs.
However, on that day, even this weak idea was shattered.
She remembered it was a Sunday in the week.
As is customary, the four Demon Kings were summoned to the Witch's palace.
Every so often, the Witch would summon them, using them as lab Little White, doing whatever she pleased with their Crystal, or gathering them together for some kind of alchemical experiment.
By this time, the Demon King had long been accustomed to it and no longer felt the need to put up any unnecessary resistance.
This was a dark and gloomy place, at least for the Demon King, almost everywhere was like that.
The Witch, clad in a black cloak that concealed her pale, cold face in shadow, sat on her throne, looking down upon them.
The Flower Demon King could sense how weak this woman was.
It was as if he were critically ill.
Her words of advice were of little use, and her fellow human beings could not comprehend what such weakness meant to a human being, after all, they had already died countless times.
Today, she could vaguely see the woman's gloomy eyes from beneath the darkness of the hood.
It was as if she had returned to the day she first met this woman.
She had a vague feeling of unease and unease.
Meanwhile, their foolish and ignorant compatriots felt nothing, simply waiting quietly for the women to conduct all sorts of excruciating experiments on them as usual, and then agonizingly awaiting the end.
However, after the Witch stared at them for a while, she simply said in a low, hoarse, and cold voice:
"From today onwards, all attempts are over. To obtain what I truly desire, I need your Crystal."
The palace fell silent for a moment.
For the Demon King, the Devil King Crystal is equivalent to themselves, their soul and self, inseparable and not to be touched by anyone.
Even at Witch most powerful, witches were only forced to absorb their Magic Power Witch imbue their Crystal with a touch of the Witch's own aura.
Offering up their Crystal?
Even love cannot change their essential nature as monsters of desire.
They cannot compromise on this point.
But the Flower Demon King lowered his head, swallowed foolishly, and earnestly asked the woman:
"What do you want it for? If you want power, then I will become your..."
However, perhaps they misunderstood.
If Witch want to use their Crystal as the key to transformation, like other Magic girls, then they wouldn't mind offering themselves to the Witch before them.
However, she received a response that sank her heart to the very depths.
"No, I don't need you. You will disappear. What I want is pure Crystal."
... Huh?
The Flower Demon King fell into a daze.
She stared blankly at the woman in the distance, the woman who was as warm and caring as a mother, and who made her yearn for love.
Why would that cruel yet tender mother say such a thing?
What do "unnecessary" and "disappeared" mean?
Their thousands of years of self and consciousness... are they going to be erased by this woman?
How could this be? How could anyone accept this?
Even the Flower Demon King instinctively felt the urge to resist at this moment, and her kin must have felt the same way.
In the Witch's palace, the Demon King's Magic Power permeated and filled every corner.
The strength of her and her compatriots coalesced, just as it had when they first faced this woman.
However, the woman was extremely weak at this moment and was no match for the four of them.
They will not hand over their Crystal.
However, as she watched the rebellious Demon King, the Witch remained seated, looking down upon them, seemingly unaware that the four of them would be capable of rebelling against her.
"Resist? But it's pointless."
At first, the Flower Demon King did not understand the woman's words.
Inside the palace, the battle against the Witch began once again. Four Demon King clashed with the Witch, and if this narrow palace had not been protected by the Witch's Magic, even the slightest aftershock of the battle would have destroyed everything.
However, shortly after their battle with the Witch began, the Flower Demon King began to sense that something was wrong.
That originated from the Bird Demon King.
She was the most powerful, arrogant, and self-centered among them, but also the most naive and childish.
But it was too late.
She suddenly heard the agonizing screams of the Moon Devil King:
"... Camilla?"
Camilla is the name of the Bird-Type Devil King.
The Witch treated them like pets, giving each of them their own unique name.
They all liked the name the Witch had given them.
At this moment, the Moon Devil King was calling Camilla's name for no other reason than this.
Rather, it was because the Bird Demon King's jet-black, Feather Wing claws had already pierced through the Moon Devil King's chest.
The Moon Devil King's face was filled with disbelief, while black blood continued to flow uncontrollably.
When they faced the Witch together, their kin rebelled.
After Camilla pierced the Moon Devil King's chest with her bare hands, she slowly extracted a dark purple Crystal a crescent moon from her body.
It was still stained with the blood of their compatriots.
Next, Camilla showed the Witch her work as if she were showing it to her mother, and then a childlike laugh seemed to emanate from the pale, monster mask.
"Lilith, this is her Crystal, you want it, right?"
She gave the gift to the Witch.
At this moment, the Flower Demon King realized in despair that Camilla had already betrayed him.
Perhaps Camilla already knew about this from the Witch.
She was the most naive little girl who believed the Witch truly loved them.
So now, she thinks that by helping the Witch defeat the other Demon King, she can win over this woman.
After the Moon Devil King fell, she Wind Devil King were no match for him.
The Bird Demon King is the strongest Demon King.
When she joined forces with the Witch to fight against them, they had no chance to resist.
What happened next was entirely predictable.
She and her kin fell to the ground, their Crystal stolen. All resistance was in vain. The Crystal, symbolizing their souls and selves, fell piece by piece into the Witch's hands.
In his hazy state of consciousness, the Flower Demon King stared blankly at the cold and cruel woman.
Even at this time, she remained obsessed with the Witch.
Even in death, she wanted to see this woman's image reflected in her eyes before she died.
Finally, the battle was over.
Camilla step by step to the Witch, showing off her actions and eagerly anticipating the Witch's performance.
She even transformed back into her human form as a young girl, her face flushed with shyness.
Naive and foolish.
"That will grant your wish, right? After you receive their power, like I said last time, can I kiss you?"
Camilla said expectantly.
However, the Witch simply raised her head slowly and stared at her expressionlessly.
Meanwhile, the Flower Demon King's naive brethren were oblivious to the problem and simply stood there dumbfounded.
She heard the woman say: