The Seventh Year the Demon King Captured the Holy Monarch

In the fourth year, Hun Yao began to take an interest in “probing” the human world through Langmuir.

He claimed that this was also part of verifying the loyalty of the slave. The questions he asked were neither “how many troops does the human kingdom have” nor “what is the defense structure of the human city” – in fact, they both knew what lines they could not cross with each other.

Hun Yao only asked about Langmuir’s past.

The former Holy Monarch would tell the Demon King about many human world sceneries.

“The human world…above the abyss, all four seasons are beautiful. I like spring the most. In early spring, there will be continuous drizzle. After the rain, the sunlight crawls out of the clouds, either golden or bright white. The sound of the wind and the birdsongs are very refreshing, and the flowers on the branches are heavy with dewdrops…”

“Then it gets hotter day by day. The plants are most lush in summer, and cicadas start to make noise on the tree trunks. There will be some annoying mosquitoes biting people, but unlike the venomous insects in the abyss that are dangerous with a single bite, at most it just itches for a few days. When autumn comes, people start to harvest. Adults fill sacks with rice, and children use long poles to knock down tree fruits…”

“Winter? The winter in the human world is not cold at all. Of course, if you ask the humans above the abyss, they would definitely say it’s cold, but that’s because they haven’t experienced the winter in the abyss. In the snow season, people bring out the rice wine, dried meat, and vegetables from the cellar to share with their loved ones, praying to the Goddess for blessings on the harvest of the next year…”

At this point, Langmuir paused.

He turned his eyes and looked thoughtfully at the demon beside him. “Is my King not angry? I thought you would be upset to hear these.”

…During this period, the Demon King took a liking to taking the human to the quiet grassland.

The view here was incredibly open, the bitter fragrance of the dry weeds in the abyss was unexpectedly strong, and it could even cover up the bloody smell on Hun Yao who had just killed.

The Demon King looked at Langmuir quietly and said, “Continue.”

The night deepened, and they sat in the vast wilderness, so quiet that it seemed as if they could hear the pulse of the earth fire.

Not far away, there was also a wildebeest, its reins tied to a wooden stake, and a candle lamp tied with a hemp rope next to the saddle of the mount. That was all.

Langmuir laughed a little, he gathered his white robe in the wind and continued to speak smoothly.

“I am the eldest son of the royal family. When I was born, the previous son of god had just returned to the embrace of the Goddess – oh, that means he had passed away – the elders asked the Goddess, um… perhaps similar to Lord Tada’s divination? The divine sign indicated that the newly born prince was the next son of god, and I was taken away by the elders and have been living in the Brett Temple ever since.”

“I was taught by the elders from a young age, so I didn’t have many opportunities to be close to my parents. By the way, I also have a younger brother, a smart and brave child who used to sneak into the temple to see me and run after me… Now he should be succeeding me as the monarch of the kingdom.”

“The temple? Yes, the temple is beautiful, the floor and pillars are all made of snow-white marble, the prayer room is full of colorful glass windows, the Brett Temple houses the largest statue of the Goddess in the kingdom, which is three times my height… Ah, there is also a large courtyard, full of fragrant plants, flowers blooming all year round… If there is a chance, I really want to show it to my King.”

“Stop, watch your words.” Hun Yao lazily interrupted him, “When I break the barrier again one day and conquer your temple, won’t you fight me?”

“I can’t beat you now.” Langmuir complained and glared at him, “If the demons attack the human world again, I might only be able to kneel and beg you to spare my people.”

The human’s words were obviously a joke, but they changed their taste when they fell into Hun Yao’s ears.

The Demon King’s heart seemed to be pulled down by something. His eyes were dark, and he hummed vaguely, “You didn’t beat me back then either.”

As if to change the subject, he asked again, “What if I refuse to let go? What if I insist on slaughtering humans clean?”

Langmuir was taken aback.

Hun Yao: “Dare you say you wouldn’t want to kill me?”

“…..”

Langmuir lowered his eyelashes sadly and remained silent.

Look, he really didn’t dare to say. Hun Yao thought to himself, but he was surprisingly not angry, but rather seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

After a while, Langmuir looked up at him and said softly, “I also want to hear about my King’s past.”

“There’s nothing good to hear, the abyss is nothing more than that, fighting and struggling, conspiracies…” Hun Yao chuckled, “Soon, you’ll be able to see it clearly.”

The war that started in the third year became more intense in the fourth year, mainly among the various tribes in the abyss. Under the banner of “the Demon King favors the human”, they wanted to bite a piece of meat from the royal court.

The Demon King was not the kind of temper who would suffer such a loss, so he simply planned to start a full-scale war.

They all knew that nights like this, where they could spend leisurely on the grassland, should not be many in the future.

“Must there be war?” Langmuir asked.

“Must.” Hun Yao answered.

The Demon King and the slave kept silent for a little while. Suddenly, there was a “gurgling” sound of insects in the grassland, crisp and pleasant.

Something bounced high next to Langmuir’s white sleeve, drew an arc, and then disappeared into the grass.

Langmuir suddenly came alive again–look at this innocent guy like a child, his eyes lit up, looking around. “What is it?”

“Bell bug,” Hun Yao raised his eyebrows, “It seems that this land is more fertile than before.”

“Humans don’t seem to have bugs called that, I want to see it. Its sound sounds like… like children giggling.”

Langmuir said joyfully. Even after four years in the abyss, he occasionally still said such poetic sentences, which the demons would never think of in their lifetime.

Hun Yao glanced at him.

Suddenly, he reached out and gently covered Langmuir’s mouth. “Shh.”

His other arm naturally wrapped around Langmuir’s waist. The tall body of the demon and the slender body of the human were almost close together.

The grassland suddenly became quiet. They could hear each other’s breathing.

After a while, the “gurgling” sound of insects really rang again.

Hun Yao suddenly reached into the grass.

Langmuir was startled. “Don’t kill it!”

A small thing was fluttering in fear trying to jump away, but was caught by the Demon King’s five fingers.

Hun Yao chuckled and raised his fist. “Truly merciful, Your Majesty the Holy Monarch.”

He swung his tail and patted Langmuir’s arm. “Reach out.”

Langmuir carefully stretched out both hands and put them together.

Hun Yao pulled his wrists and slowly opened his right hand. The little bug jumped into the human’s hand unharmed.

“It’s not poisonous, it doesn’t bite demons or humans.” The Demon King said.

Langmuir joyfully held up the brown-green bell bug in his palm. This little bug actually didn’t jump around, it just crawled slowly in the human’s palm.

After a while, the bell bug shook its legs and started to call “gurgling” again.

At first, Hun Yao waited for him with interest for a while, seeing that Langmuir was still not tired of playing, gradually lost patience.

“…Langmuir.” The Demon King squinted his eyes, “Did I bring you out to play with bugs?”

Langmuir reluctantly put the little bug back on the grass, then raised his hands and began to untie his robe.

But halfway through, he suddenly stopped again.

“My King, the royal court is now popularizing some human knowledge and technology, you also said that some things are very useful…”

“Now that I have other uses,” Langmuir tentatively probed, “should we… not have to do this anymore?”

Hun Yao felt like watching his own pet trying to escape.

He naturally said, “No.”

Langmuir felt regretful, but still insisted, “If it’s not possible, it’s not possible. I’ve become much more proficient.”

The clam that used to faint with a pry had now opened.

Langmuir no longer resisted merging, although he still couldn’t accept the demon’s custom of mating under the public eye, but fortunately Hun Yao didn’t force him in this regard, so everything was harmonious.

“You…humans.” Hun Yao looked at him leisurely and suddenly asked.

“What would you do at this time?”

Langmuir understood what Hun Yao meant. For example, the demons, during merging, liked to touch each other’s horns, liked tails to entwine with tails.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have a tail. Sometimes when Hun Yao got obsessed, his tail couldn’t help but wrap around his leg. Langmuir’s skin was too tender, and the next day there would be countless ambiguous marks.

But humans, hmm…..humans……

Langmuir pondered.

Hun Yao sighed helplessly, “Forget it, I shouldn’t have asked you.”

It was he who was stupid enough to ask such a question to a clam shell.

It would be strange if Langmuir could have known.

“Ah, yes.” But Langmuir said suddenly.

“Kiss,” he said earnestly, with bright eyes, “when the humans show love, they kiss.”

Hun Yao was both angry and funny. Thought that the clam shell can say anything, who doesn’t kissing? The demons will also kiss, and kissing the scaly tail is a courtesy to show allegiance.

Langmuir saw through the Demon King’s disapproving demeanor, he pursed his lips and raised his voice a little. “It’s a kiss with lips.”

“So-”

Langmuir, who was sitting on the grass, suddenly knelt up and solemnly held the face of the Demon King. The white and slender ten fingers were attached to the pitch-black scales.

He leaned over slightly, and lightly covered his lips with the demon.

“……！”

Hun Yao’s eyes widened.

Covered by weeds, the ten fingers bent and tightened, making small marks on the hard soil.

His heart beat strangely. Thump, thump—

Langmuir’s touch was like a dragonfly skimming over the water, without any intimacy. After demonstrating the “kiss” of humans, he wanted to retreat.

Hun Yao grabbed the long silver-gray hair, gasped twice at the human, and then bit Langmuir’s lip fiercely.

“King…….!?” Langmuir was startled, and it was too late to hide.

The Demon King tore off the white robe that was in the way, grabbed the human shoulder, and kissed him over and over again like catharsis.

Looking at this wilderness, the bodies of the human and demon turned into small silhouettes, as small as a drop in the ocean.

Before the flames of war that were about to engulf the entire abyss were ignited, they kissed each other’s lips among the bitter grass, among the insects, and under the witness of the cold Cliff Moon, which symbolized hatred and imprisonment.

……

Later, in the years that followed.

Hun Yao often kisses him.