All Chapters of The Demon King Who Raised A Hero: Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
A Vow Written in Blood and LightThe judge did not step fully into the world.It pressed, reality bent beneath the weight of its attention, stone whitening like bone beneath a blade. The rift above the courtyard widened just enough to reveal a shape vast, faceless, luminous outlined by law rather than flesh.JUDGMENT PENDING.The words were not spoken, they were imposed.Eron stiffened beside me. I felt it immediately the way his holy core responded, eager and afraid all at once. The instinct to kneel, to submit, and to be claimed.I placed a firm hand on his shoulder and grounded.“You stand,” I said quietly. “No matter what you hear.” He nodded, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the blinding white above. “I’m not kneeling.”Good.The Knight-Commander had fallen to one knee anyway, sword pressed to stone, head bowed in reverence and her knights followed, shields clattering as they lowered themselves in unison.The demons did not. Instead, they stood still, silent, and defiant.The judge’s a
Chapter 12
The First Necessary LieThe Church did not retreat far. They never did.Their banners vanished beyond the outer gates by dusk, white and gold swallowed by distance but their eyes remained. I could feel them the way one feels a storm long before rain: pressure without shape, intent without sound.They were watching and waiting.Eron sat beside the broken fountain in the courtyard, knees drawn up, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles had gone white. The divine light around him had faded, but it left a residue like warmth after a flame is blown out.It was too noticeable and too dangerous, so I crouched in front of him. “Breathe.”He obeyed instantly. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Good, He’d always been quick to learn when fear didn’t cloud him.“What happens now?” he asked quietly.“Now,” I said, “we lie.”His brows knitted together. “Lie?”“To the Church,” I clarified. “Not to each other.”That mattered and it always would.The demons had withdrawn to the shadows beyond
Chapter 13
Eron didn’t understand why I was angry.That was the problem.He followed me through the torchlit corridor without complaint, footsteps light, gaze wandering as if the stones themselves were more interesting than the fact that a third power neither god nor demon had just revealed its interest in him.I stopped abruptly. He nearly walked into my back. “Sorry,” he began.“Do you have any idea,” I said, turning on him, “what you did back there?”He blinked. “I… answered their questions?”My jaw tightened.We were alone now. The inner halls of the estate were warded with old wards, quiet ones, woven long before the Church learned how to listen through walls. The kind that muffled more than sound.And it is Safe enough for now.“You spoke,” I said, voice low, controlled, “to a Watcher beyond heaven’s registry.”“I didn’t know,” he said quickly. “I thought they were priests, or maybe...”“That’s exactly the point.” I raked a hand through my hair, the seal beneath my chest pulsing irritably
Chapter 14
The estate was silent and it was too silent.Eron’s absence hung over the halls like a shadow, invisible but pressing. The wards were intact, the demons unmoving, and yet every breath I drew reminded me that he was gone not by force, but by choice. That fact alone made my blood run hotter.I moved through the corridors with deliberate steps, my cloak brushing the stone walls. Every surface, every corner, every warded doorway, I scanned for the faintest trace of his passage. The silver sigil glimmered in the moonlight, etched into the floor where he had stood last. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat.Interesting, the sigil was not simply a marker, it was a signpost, a tether, a subtle call to someone attuned to it and I knew who.I exhaled slowly, feeling the seal beneath my chest stir. It had reacted when I first forged the vow to protect Eron, but now, with him gone, it pulsed almost like a second heartbeat. The demonic power inside me pressed against the seal, impatient, hungry, an
Chapter 15
Shadows Beyond the SealThe night was too quiet.The estate, normally alive with whispered movement of wards and watching demons, seemed hollow. Even the stones felt still, as if holding their breath in anticipation. That was never a good sign.I moved through the halls, cloak brushing silently against the walls, fingers tracing the edges of wards I had set long before the Church or gods had taken notice. The seal beneath my chest pulsed in tandem with my heartbeat, a constant reminder of the vow I had sworn, the demonic core contained but impatient, and the growing tension in the threads of power surrounding Eron.He was gone. Taken or rather, drawn by choice. By curiosity, by the unseen force that had lingered since, watching, waiting, and now moving.The simulacrum lay in the inner sanctum, glowing faintly with the enhancements I had poured into it. I crouched beside it, pressing a hand to its chest.“You’ll hold, won’t you?” I whispered. “Until he returns.”The runes shimmered fai
Chapter 16
The Resonance UnboundThe night was restless.Even the wind seemed uneasy, rustling through the trees with a sense of anticipation, carrying whispers of unseen forces converging on the estate. The wards I had strengthened hours earlier pulsed faintly, alert to the faintest tremor of movement, the slightest breach of intent. And yet, despite all my preparation, I felt it like something shifting deep beneath the surface.The seal beneath my chest throbbed violently. It wasn’t pain, not exactly. It was a warning, a whisper, a resonance echoing from the core of my being, reverberating through my blood and into the air around me.They’ve noticed.I moved quietly through the halls, each step deliberate. Eron was still out there, somewhere in the forest, and the threads of energy I had bound around him pulsed faintly, tugged by an unseen force. The enhancements, the fortifications, the silent training and they were all responding, but not in the way I had intended.It was subtle at first: a
Chapter 17
The night air weighed it that pressed against my chest, thick and suffocating. The forest, usually a haven of shadows and quiet, now seemed alive with intent. Every leaf, every branch, every whisper of wind carried the faintest tremor of energy, and it all converged on one truth: the third faction was no longer observing. They were moving, calculating, testing limits I wasn’t ready to reveal.I could feel the resonance thrumming through the threads of energy I had bound to Eron. It pulsed, coiled, pushing outward, reacting to the intrusion, amplifying in ways I had not predicted. My enhancements had kept him strong, yes but the combination of his raw potential, the threads I had woven, and the constant tension from the seal in my chest created a feedback loop and a leak.They can sense it and I could feel them coming.I stepped into the clearing, moonlight cutting thin beams through the canopy. The simulacrum of Eron still rested in the inner sanctum—it could withstand anything, but t
Chapter 18
The forest was alive in a way it had never been before. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, every whisper of wind carried intent. The third faction was no longer hidden they were hunting, observing, and testing. And now, they had decided to act.I could feel it through the threads of energy I had woven around Eron, through the pulse of his enhancements, through the unnatural glow of his aura. The resonance had not subsided—it had only grown stronger. And the longer I hold it, the more strit became.The seal beneath my chest pulsed violently, a sharp reminder that my demonic core was screaming for release. My body was shaking every muscle straining as I forced control. Pain seared through my limbs, but I could not falter not now. Not when Eron’s life, his future, depended on it.We moved through the shadows, the air thick with tension. Eron followed my lead, aura flickering faintly but steadily. His enhancements responded instinctively, stabilizing his movements and keeping h
Chapter 19
It was a false calm, but the city appeared to be at ease. The lanterns were creating feeble shadows on the cobblestones as the capital's streets grew quieter.Yet, I sensed a tightness in the atmosphere, a feeling like a wire stretched to its breaking point.The Church had eyes everywhere. Their servants, the inquisitors, the Watchers, their spies they had learned to sense more than footsteps or whispers. They sensed a presence, power, Intent, and lately… the threads I had woven around Eron, the leakage of the demonic resonance, the faint pulse of enhancements—someone had noticed.Someone was thinking and Someone was suspicious and it was Priest Valther.He had been quiet for months, ostensibly devoted, pious, unremarkable but beneath that carefully crafted mask was a mind sharp enough to dissect faint magical impressions, subtle manipulations of energy, and anomalies that even the Church would normally overlook. He had seen things—small things, seemingly insignificant that now added
Chapter 20
The square was never meant to be quiet.Merchants usually filled it with shouting voices and clattering carts. Pilgrims prayed aloud near the stone fountain. Children ran between columns until a scolding mother dragged them back by the ear.But that morning, silence ruled.It pressed down on the crowd like a held breath.Kael stood at the edge of the square, cloak drawn low, every sense sharp. Stone beneath his boots. Air thick with incense and fear. The Church banners hung heavy from the towers, white and gold snapping softly in the wind like warnings.They had chosen this place deliberately.The Public was Sacred and unavoidable and at the center of it all stood Priest Valther.He did not shout, he did not threaten and he simply stood on the steps of the cathedral, hands folded, expression calm—too calm. That calm was more dangerous than any blade.Kael felt the seal beneath his chest tighten.Valther’s eyes swept over the gathered crowd, then settled not on Kael at first, but on Er