Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 175

"They are going to be fine." Ethan says as I watch mother and Camillo fly away together, and even though his master is with him too and they not only outnumber the lion but carry more than enough force to tip the balance around I still cannot take the past out of my mind, of how we had already battle him once and lost, and just how long it took me to settle thing right again.

How could I expect a different result when mother had been locked up all this time without being able to train or cast? At least I should expect her to be worse than before.

So of course I would worry.

As useless as it may be now that they are gone.

"Come on my King, we will have to trust them on this. Plus, there is no point in saving her if all goes to shit because of the Demon Lord’s army." True, and yet it took me a few moments to avert my eyes from the horizon they had disappeared into, a heavy weight in my heart.

Then I sigh, turn back towards Ethan and his uncle as they waited patiently for me, and say: "Where is this gate Lewis?"

Is strange to see him flustering his new black wings before saying: "This way."

Next I will have no time nor extravagance to worry about mother and be unfocused on the battle ahead, no, I don’t have the luxury of doing so, after all if she was going to fight the lion, I was going right through its den, and even I could not guaranty that we both would be able to get out alive as well.

All of this will end this night, one way or another.

And how about meeting the family of my boyfriend now? That sounds awful, especially when it is only to kill him later after the dinner party. Morbid, but as far as Ethan has told me about his father he could be a stranger for all he cared, or rather, it would have been the better even.

That we had in common, being abandoned by our fathers, only that mine seemed to have at least a good reason for it, and a rather regretful front about it, but I really doubt Ethan’s father will be the same.

"Ethan." I say, mid-fly, keeping some distance from his uncle so we could talk.

"Hm?"

"No matter what happens there, know that I got your back."

Even with him on my back and my eyes scanning the horizon for enemies I can tell he has that dimpling smirk on his face as he answers:

"Didn’t doubt for a second my love."

And that, the simplest of the alias he had given me thus far, was the one that hit deeper, and dear Goddess knew just how much I am head over heels for this man, and that I could die for him.

I steel my resolve as the smell of sulfur and ash hits my nose first, carried by the strong winds always present this high up, and a promise of what would be for the main island under his vigilance is on display right here and there, fire breaking lose and expanding as if being a creature of its own, coating the beings that now I know are victims from the Demon’s Lord trickeries and plans too, if not the biggest of them all, killed and mind controlled, and still were not allowed to rest in peace and, worst of all, are used as paws for his evil plans, being used from the start since the day they were conceived by the vile acts of their rapist father.

I could imagine that, as demons taught to believe all their lives that bloodline meant something, that their heritage powers meant something, and yet discovering that the same and only was the reason for all our demise would leave most to fall in despair.

And yet I cannot afford to have pity or hesitate against these mindless puppets for they were far from having any now, dead and hollow.

"There are too many, we cannot let them lose like this but we cannot waste any time either... what is the plan here?!"

"There is no plan, we should just head in!" I hear Ethan say over the cutting wind.

"What?! But how about the gate?" I ask, troubled by the two situations we have in our hands. "We cannot let them roam free, they will burn everything."

"But we have to defeat the Demon Lord otherwise they will just keep coming." No point oncutting the leaves of the weed and leaving the root to grow it right back up.

As true as is though what if we do not win, what them? Is not that I don’t believe in us, is just that the time it takes for us to win may be enough for these creatures to cause irreparable damage.

Plus we are not even sure if stopping him would make these creatures disappear, so best to cover both possibilities at least.

"I’ll stay, there is not much I can do against the Demon Lord’s fire."

"But that... it will do you no good here either." Says Ethan and the meaning is lost to me at first.

"My dark magic may not be able to fight such a strong flame as the Demon’s Lord but I can at least keep our folks down there entertained."

"Lewis, I still don’t think that is a good-" He does not wait for Ethan to voice his complaints and worries as he gives us a cheeky smile and a cocky salute and dives down to battle. "Son of a-" Is all Ethan is able to say before he engages the first demon.

We are separating, all fighting their own battles, and I don’t like it, I don’t like it one bit.

Still is just as he says, and even though reality is far from what I would want it to be, we can only do one thing now, and that is to go and fight our own battle.

So instead of getting lost in thoughts and worries I give my wings two solid flaps before diving in straight to the gates, Lewis promptly covering for us and making a dark tunnel straight towards the open mouth of the deadly gate, avoiding that we tired ourselves before we even get into the big fight that is waiting for us beyond those gates.

At this point we can only hope to defeat the Demon Lord, otherwise all efforts will be lost.

And it is with that in mind that I cross the border towards the unknown on the other side.