Her Greatest Desire

Dancing with Demon King Evizio

Devingel looked at her father as they started waltzing on the array flatform. Following the designs of the flatform, their feet glided through the designs, moving gracefully like the bamboo following the currents of the wind. All the demons in the hall of the castle are mesmerized with the figure of the father and daughter as they performed a piece of art that the demons would always see whenever the Soul Demoness visited the Realm of Dystopia.

The flatform was big. It can hold about 6666 Inferior Demons squished upon each other. However, even though the array was big, it did not hinder Devingel and Demon King Evizio's steps as they danced through the entirety of the platform. From the first design, the first step, until the very end of the design, the last step, Devingel and Demon King Evizio danced like they are the only demons in the Castle of Oblivion.

Both of their bodies are glowing in a faint crimson hue as they waltz on the flatform. Devingel's dress fluttered with each turns as if the winds are carrying it with every glide they took. Demon King Evizio's entire person looks like he could hold the sky in his hands, while he was holding his precious daughter it looked like he was holding the most priceless treasure and he was afraid that this treasure would be coveted by others. He looks so strong and powerful but the way he holds Devingel looked so gentle like he was afraid that his beloved daughter would break or disappear.

After dancing in the entirety of the array platform, the platform emitted a wave of purple brilliance that shrouded the whole Realm of Dystopia, indicating another layer of protection casted in the whole realm. All the demons and even the Undead that was also living in another continent in the Realm of Dystopia, cheered and kneeled down, chanting statements of gratitude and worship towards Demon King Evizio and the Soul Demoness.

When Devingel and Demon King Evizio finished dancing, Devingel took this opportunity to talk to her father: "Father, I'd like to tell you something."

Of course Demon King Evizio would never miss the opportunity of talking to his precious daughter alone. He glanced at the demons in the hall of the castle, gesturing for them to proceed to their duties as he talked to his daughter alone. Afterwards, he leads Devingel towards his own chamber, dismissing the Noir Demons following the two of them. When they entered Demon King Evizio's chambers, Devingel got straight to the point.

"Father, I'm leaving the Zenith Dimension." Devingel stated.

"Explain to father why you want to leave and where you want to go." Demon King Evizio said. He knew that his beloved daughter dislikes being bombarded with questions. The proper way to answer her statement is to calmly and straightforwardly ask for explanations.

"Father, there is something I want to obtain. You have already known that for this ambition of mine, I accepted being shackled. I have now decided that I will leave here and travel through the lowest-level dimension, the Nadir Dimension, to start from the bottom and obtain the greatest power, to then exchange it in the future for the realization of my ambition." Devingel explained.

"Daughter, father has no objection. But until now you have not told me what your ambition is." Demon King Evizio showed his helplessness towards Devingel's matter. He would support his daughter in whatever she wanted to accomplish and aid her if she ever needed his help. If possible he wanted to give Devingel an authority and official status in the Realm of Dystopia as the heir to the throne, however Devingel declined and said that she has a plan on her own.

"I can't tell you what exactly is my ambition, but you don't have to worry. In the future, Father will naturally know what exactly it is that I desire. For now, I am merely informing you of my plans. After I left here in the Realm of Dystopia, I have to comeback to the Realm of Utopia as per Mother's request." Devingel indifferently told Demon King Evizio.

"Well then. How long are you staying this time?" Demon King Evizio asked even if he already knew that he needed to let go of Devingel today as well. The time in the Realm of Dystopia and Realm of Utopia is identical. The only realm with different timeflow is the Mortal Realm.

"I still have a few days to spend with you. This daughter will accompany you with your duties, Father." Devingel told Demon King Evizio.

"I understand. Send my regards to your mother."

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If Devingel's visit in the Mortal Realm could be considered extremely short, then Devingel's visit in the Realm of Dystopia could be considered shorter than that. Although if you think about it, the Mortal Realm's time is shorter than the Realm of Dystopia, but for Devingel, a few days worth of visit cannot ease the longing she's feeling towards her father. For beings like celestials and demons, even ten years is such a short time let alone a few days.

That is why Devingel felt that time was fleeting for this visit of hers in the Realm of Dystopia. Time passes really quickly if you're enjoying yourself. It cannot really be called as enjoying one's self for Devingel, but she indeed longed for more time with her father.

Devingel looked at his father and all the demons in the Gates of Oblivion that is obviously there to send her off. Her gaze contained indifference, pride, and a little bit of chilling coldness. Turning, she finally entered the exit portal of the Realm of Dystopia.

The next time Devingel appeared was already at the entrance portal of the Mortal Realm located in the underground pathway of the church. Her face did not even contain a hint of surprise when she saw Claude and Ruslan welcoming her like she had already expected that they will wait for her.

"Welcome back, Devi." Claude greeted. Devingel nodded at the two, staying quiet as she followed the two out of the pathway. When they reached the first floor of the church, the two lovers lead Devingel towards the living quarters where a lot of food was prepared and arranged on the dining table.

"Let's eat and talk before you went back to the Realm of Utopia, Devi. Ruslan cooked all the foods." Claude beamed a smile, gesturing for Devingel to sit.

Devingel turned her gaze towards Ruslan, and with a cold tone full of seriousness, she asked: "Are you sure there's no love potion mixed with the food?"

Ruslan laughed merrily hearing Devingel's inquiry. It doesn't matter if Devingel said those words with cold voice and serious tone, for Ruslan, this is Devingel's way of joking around.

"Of course not, Devi. Here, taste it. I went out of my way to cook for you because I know you don't like the food you cook." Ruslan said. He had once tasted the food Devingel cooked when Devingel was still 20 years old. It cannot be considered as the most delicious food exquisite chefs cooked, but for Ruslan it was already palatable. However, Devingel was never satisfied with the food she cooks. For her, it was inedible. For someone as prideful as her to “failed” something as simple as cooking, she would not take it lying down. That's why she never cooked again and she hated it when others brought up her “black history.”

Hearing what Ruslan said, Devingel's eyes narrowed. Snapping her fingers, Claude's groaning voice followed next. When Ruslan saw what happened, his face darkened.

"What did you do?" Ruslan asked, looking at Devingel.

Devingel's lips lifted upwards in a sneer, "I strengthened the seal in his memory."

"That's not fair, Devi!" Ruslan exclaimed.

"Double your efforts, then. Now let's eat." Devingel said as she unhurriedly with sophisticated movements ate the food on her plate.