My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 400: Hellish Baker!

Chapter 400: Hellish Baker!

The heavy air of the Underworld seemed to vibrate with an almost palpable energy. In the depths of the great centers of Abbadon, the infernal capital, crowds spread through the dark and winding streets, lit by flickering flames and lanterns made of bones.

It was the beginning of Walpurgis, the great banquet of the Demon Kings. And it couldn’t be any other way, everything was joyful, the first in many, many years!

Among the mass of hooded figures and masked faces, Roxanne moved with calculated steps, her perfect disguise hiding her as just another shadow among the shadows. The black fabric that covered her body was adorned with subtle details of bloody runes, a touch that only those who were attentive would notice.

Why was she hiding? Well, she needed to buy a few things, and it wouldn’t be cool if the demons saw one of the Demon Princesses walking freely in all this chaos. It would cause quite a stir!

She watched everything with attentive eyes, crossing the labyrinthine corridors and bustling markets, where merchants sold cursed amulets, blood potions, and enchanted weapons. Macabre laughter, festive screams, and ancestral chants echoed through the air, mingling with the strong smell of sulfur and sour wine.

On every corner, the signs of Walpurgis manifested themselves: groups of demons danced around infernal bonfires, pacts were sealed with blood, and shadows danced, displaying their powers in displays of light and darkness.

Roxanne clenched her fingers around her fist, feeling the pulse of the city beat in her blood. “Better not be late!” she thought and started walking faster.

The princess had a goal! She wanted to get to a certain establishment!

Roxanne turned a narrow corner, entering a dimly lit alley where the smell of smoke and rot was stronger. The black stone walls were covered with flaming graffiti that seemed to move—magical inscriptions that protected or cursed, depending on the gaze of the beholder.

She quickened her pace, eager to escape the noisy crowd and continue her mission, when suddenly two figures emerged from the densest shadows of the alley.

“Well, look who we have here… a little cutie lost in the middle of hell,” said the first, a tall demon with twisted horns and glowing yellow eyes. His voice carried a mixture of sarcasm and threat.

The second, smaller and more agile, smiled maliciously, revealing teeth as sharp as razors. “And so alone, lucky you,” he added, advancing a few steps with his claws outstretched.

Roxanne paused for a moment, assessing the two. Her disguise made her an ordinary figure in the midst of that hellish party, but they clearly did not underestimate her.

“Do you two have any idea who you’re bothering?” she asked, her voice low and firm, but laden with cold authority.

The demons laughed, echoing in the alley. “Who cares? We just want a little fun,” sneered the larger one, reaching out as if to grab her.

In a movement so fast it seemed invisible, Roxanne drew a slash in the air with her hands, summoning a sharp blade made of cutting wind. An icy whisper echoed as the blade materialized, shining with a silvery glow.

Before either of them could react, Roxanne lunged forward. The first demon felt the blade tear through his neck in one clean, precise stroke. His head rolled across the floor, spilling a dark, viscous liquid.

The second tried to retreat, but Roxanne was already behind him, drawing another invisible cut. The wind blade slid through the air, decapitating him with the same efficiency. The body fell, motionless, while the head stopped a few steps away, its eyes still wide in a final reflex of surprise.

Roxanne took a deep breath, her eyes shining for a moment with the residual power of the attack. She brushed some of the black dust off her dress and moved on, her posture now firmer and more impassive.

The alley seemed quieter after that brief confrontation, and even the flames of the torches seemed to flicker in the face of the aura of power she emanated.

She knew she couldn’t waste time with distractions—Walpurgis was in full swing, and her goal required discretion and speed.

Finally, after a few minutes of walking through winding streets and even darker alleys, Roxanne spotted the facade she was looking for: Rose’s Confectionery.

It was an old but charming building, almost an oasis of delicacy amid the darkness of Abbadon. Carved stone walls and arched windows let in a warm, welcoming light that contrasted with the brutality of the demonic capital.

On the sign hanging above the door, a red rose bloomed in a mystical glow, surrounded by small protective runes that shone softly in shades of pink.

Roxanne smiled slightly, as if she had found a safe haven in that unlikely place.

She pushed the door, which creaked softly, and entered.

The aroma that flooded her nostrils was immediately different—a sweet scent of flowers and spices, mixed with the tempting smell of fresh cakes and handmade pastries.

The interior hall was small but elegantly decorated, with dark wood tables and deep red velvet upholstery. Candles lit in cast iron candelabra created dancing shadows on the walls.

Behind the counter, a familiar figure smiled when she saw her.

“Roxanne, what a pleasant surprise!” said Rose, the owner of the confectionery, a woman with a serene appearance and kind eyes, with copper-colored hair that shone in the light.

“Rose! It’s been so long!” replied Roxanne, removing her hood and relaxing for the first time in hours.

“You’ve grown so much, little girl.”

Roxanne smiled slightly, her eyes shining with that mixture of exhaustion and relief that only an encounter with an old friend could bring. She walked up to the counter, resting her elbows on the polished wood and leaning forward slightly.

“You always know how to turn a place into the coziest of refuges, Rose,” Roxanne teased, her voice laden with playful sarcasm. “I think even Amon himself would feel like having tea here if he weren’t so busy with his intrigues.”

Rose laughed, the sweet sound filling the room. “Oh, my dear, if I had a coin for every time a tired demon said that, I’d have enough gold to buy the Underworld itself and open a branch up here.”

The two shared a lighthearted moment, that brief instant when the harshness of the world outside seemed to disappear, replaced by sincere complicity.

Roxanne then composed herself, her gaze becoming serious, but still gentle.

“Well, Rose… Walpurgis is beginning, and I need something special. A cake that makes the Demon Kings feel… well, as if they were eating the very essence of power.”

Rose frowned, a mysterious smile appearing on her lips.

“You want something unique, something that will mark this party, right?” she said, already turning to open a drawer filled with spices and exotic ingredients.

“Exactly,” confirmed Roxanne. “Nothing ordinary. I want a cake that tells a story, that carries magic, that makes anyone who tastes it remember that Walpurgis forever.”

Rose nodded, pulling out bottles of sparkling liquids and black star dust. “Then let’s get to work. I have some ingredients that I only use on rare occasions, and with them, we can make something as powerful as it is delicious.”

Roxanne watched in fascination as Rose spoke softly, explaining the secret properties of each element, from the honey of hellish bees to the essence of a flower that only blooms in the eternal fire of Abbadon’s volcano.

“Perfect! I need it in a week!” Roxanne said happily.

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