Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

Chapter 22: - A girl or a Bird??

In the depths of the Demon Realm, a place that could send shivers down the spine of even the bravest souls, there existed a bustling yet eerily captivating world of demons.

To call it barbaric would be an injustice, for it had a semblance of normalcy, but it was teeming with beings that would make a human quiver merely at the sight of them.

Yet, amidst this realm of dark enchantment, one figure stood out like a beacon of otherworldly beauty.

Her name, if it could be whispered in hushed tones, would send chills down the spines of the bravest demons.

To call her only ?beautiful? would be an insult to her, for her charm transcended human comprehension. Her name was 'Amrantha Tenebri Noctilucis' with ethereal allure, a temptation that made even the most powerful demons weak at the knees.

With amethyst hair cascading like a waterfall of twilight and eyes of the deepest purple, she embodied a beauty that could only be described as divine.

Her skin, like alabaster, bore no mark of imperfection, and her features were so finely sculpted that they put the most exquisite works of art to shame. Her aura, however, was the true testament to her power – it resonated with the strength par with an Immortal King, a force that could command the very elements.

But despite her enchanting appearance and formidable power, her eyes betrayed a deep sorrow that no demon, no matter how ruthless, could ever fathom.

The news of her beloved daughter Lily's demise and her son's unconscious state, inflicted by his own father, had shattered the last remnants of her rationality.

Seated upon a black throne that seemed to pale in comparison to her radiance, she issued a command that would send tremors through the entire Demon Realm.

Her voice, a melodic yet chilling symphony, resonated with authority as she ordered, "Attack the Saint Realm. Massacre them. I want my child back, and I want you to find Lily. Jump from that cliff, die there, but don't return to me without my daughter."

Her words hung in the air like a dark incantation, sealing the fate of her enemies.

The throne upon which she sat seemed to acknowledge her power, enhancing her already enchanting presence.

Her army, not mere soldiers but beings with auras akin to the most formidable demons of the realm, numbered a thousand strong.

As she uttered her command, they vanished into thin air, summoned by her will alone. With a synchronized and menacing motion, they began their relentless march towards the cliff, where her son had last been seen, and where her beloved daughter's existence remained a haunting question mark.

In the demon realm where beauty was a curse and power a weapon, she was the embodiment of both.

As her army moved with purpose, her amethyst hair shimmered like the night sky, and her purple eyes, filled with an ineffable sadness, bore the weight of a mother's love and a demon's wrath.

Her presence alone was a harbinger of doom for any who dared to cross her path.

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In a distant forest, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world, a handsome man with raven-black hair and light golden eyes could be seen.

He moved with a grace that belied his immense strength, and the very earth seemed to tremble beneath his feet. But this wasn't wanton destruction; it was a form of training, a way to hone his incredible power.

With each punch, the forest trees crumbled, their mighty trunks reduced to splinters by the sheer pressure of his blows.

The man panted heavily as he continued his relentless assault on nature, sweat glistening on his brow.

"Haaa... haaa..." He paused, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "I've been coming here every day for the past seven days.

In just one more week, the academy will begin, and I have to awaken. I need a strong body to unlock a powerful ability."

As he contemplated his training regimen, a sudden and unexpected voice shattered the tranquil atmosphere of the forest.

"Aaaaahhhh! Caaaattchh meee!"

He blinked, scanning the sky as the voice echoed around him. What he saw left him momentarily bewildered. There, in the open sky, was a little girl. It seemed as if she were flying, but her descent was far too rapid to be controlled flight.

"Wwohhh... woohhh..." The girl's voice quivered, her panic evident as she plummeted toward the ground. "Little girl, move your hands, try to fly, or you'll break your bones!"

The man's voice rang out urgently, his instincts kicking into gear. He couldn't fathom how a child had ended up in such a perilous situation. As he watched her fall, he realized there was no time for her to react or regain control.

"Youuuu, stupid, maannn! Catch me!! "

The girl's voice grew louder, more desperate, and her words were a plea for salvation. Without hesitation, the man focused his power, channeling the mana that surrounded him to strengthen his body. With a burst of energy, he leaped into action.

As the girl hurtled toward the ground, he reached out with lightning speed, his strong arms enveloping her small, fragile form.

The impact was still powerful, but it was cushioned by his enhanced strength, preventing her from suffering the full force of a bone-shattering fall.

He held her close, heart racing from the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

She was safe, but the questions remained: How had she ended up falling from the sky, and who was she?

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