Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 636  Exorcism? What Was That?

Heh-heh-heh-heh~

Camilla was laughing wickedly, after entering her space. "Bastard, don't let me catch you another day, or–" "Or what?" "..."

Time stood frozen in place as Camilla's entire body shook with boundless fear. What???!!!!

How did he follow her in? It took all of Camilla's brain cells for her to recall the existence of a spare key. Dammit! Why did she request for a spare? Camilla cursed her silly mouth that had to ask Beelzebub for such a request. To be fair, her master did say he would be going out for a very long time. So what happens when he can't get into her space and has to wait and wait for his arrival before she can get in? Kicking her heels hard, Camilla gritted her teeth and zoomed forward with all her might. Must unleash defenses…

'If I can just make it on time, Lord Beelzebub's projection will do the rest for me.'

"Kill him!" With one order, over 2000 creatures of varying strengths swarmed Dorian like a tsunami. Dorian slowly raised his head at the thick blanket of darkness that was now engulfing him from all directions. Hmph! "Boy, no matter how tough you are, even you can't handle so many of them at once." Camilla, who was already far ahead, taunted arrogantly. She paused, suddenly feeling there was no use waking Lord Beelzebub's projection for nothing. Camilla not only pissed, but even headed back towards the thick ball of darkness. The blackness floated at all corners of her periphery. One step forth, another step forward, left, right, left, right. Camilla slowly swayed her hips in a seductive and calm manner when advancing too close to the black ball. She no longer sweated, and looked as though everything had always been under her control. "Boy, this is the end for–"

Before Camilla could finish talking, she suddenly felt a terrifying force cashing her to choke. It was a hand. Boof!~

The youthful hand shot out of the black humongous ball, and was now strangling her to death. "Ah-uh-ah~" Camilla was choking and clawing at the hand that suppressed her. It was odd to say that the hand looked weak, no no visible veins protruding out on its surface. This alone should indicate that the grip is light and loose. Yet, she couldn't yank herself away from the hand that dominated her. In a flash, the black ball of darkness vanished into nonexistence, with countless eerie and ear-shattering screams echoing out. Exorcism? — No. These creatures screamed and cried while finding themselves sucked into a blue crystal of boundless space within it. Was this everything? Yes it was. Dorian's hair was flying upwards, as his spell created a vortex that sucked all darkness around him. All creatures in the space were now vanishing before Camilla's eyes. And at this point, she suddenly saw her own life flashing before her eyes. No! This can't be! "I am Lord Beelzebub's creation! You dare defy Lord Beelzebub?" Camilla's face turned ghoulish, as she twitched and cracked her inner bones, trying to contort heresy out of his grasp. But the bastard's grip was terrible. Raising Camilla higher, Dorian said nothing while staring at the all powerful Horseman of War, an Apocalypse rider. Camilla on the other hand, now had greenish eyes, and overly long wolverine claws. She clawed and clawed at Dorian's flesh, but didn't even leave a single stract h behind. And soon, her curses turned into pleading. "Dammit, you vagabond! Do you know what you're doing? Do you know you will be interrupting Lord Beelzebub's will if you dare to destroy me?" –Silence–

"Look, look! Okay, I've never offended you, so why go after me?" –Silence–

"Hey, hey… listen to me. Whatever master you serve, I guarantee you that Lord Beelzebub will give you 10 times more benefits beyond your wildest dreams if you let me go." –Silence–

"Who is it, you serve? Believe me, if you let me go, I swear in my honor as a pirate, that I shall get my lord to reward you handsomely." —Silence—

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Camilla was starting to lose her patience again. She did all the talking, while the bastard now took out his key again. Anywhere and everywhere in this place can be a door. You just have to have the intention, as well as have a vivid and clear visual of where you want to go. Provided you've been there before, the key will open a portal door for you. Seeing the door slowly opening, Camilla's force was even more distorted than before. She more than anyone else, knew that in here, in the space, she had a higher probability of survival. At this point, she also hated herself for stopping mid-journey towards her master's projection. It was a projected clone with a wisp of her master's subconsciousness in it. Her master had told her specifically that no matter what troubles she was in, once she awakened it, all her issues would be solved.

Know that the projection could also leave this space and head into the human world to solve any matters of her choosing, for up to 6 months before going docile again. Her master had told her she was very special, since this was the only projection of himself he left in this entire world. To be fair, Beelzebub and the other demons have never had any true setbacks in this world. From the dawn of time, to the start when humans became cavemen and so on, their plans have always gone smoothly.

So why keep a projection of themselves in this world? Although that projection is just a single strand of hair on their heads, taking that single strand off decreased their overall strength. Sure, the decrease in strength might be 0.00000000000000009% or even way, way, less. But so what? No one likes giving away bits of their strength for no reason. If this world was a world filled with exorcists and many heavenly characters, sure, it would make sense to leave a projection behind. However, it was not. And so everything becomes overkill when leaving behind a projection. In the end, don't they have countless subordinates to assist in the grand scheme of things? Truthfully, the only reasons why their plans lagged behind in the past, was either because of the mistakes and stupidity of their subordinates, or… well, or it was the work of that darn bloody Trickster. That was it. There were no reasons why they should leave parts of themselves in a world that is 100% controlled by them. The only reason Beelzebub left the projection behind was because he feared that Loki would get interested in Camilla and halt his plans. Camilla was just the sort of 'fun' Loki was attracted to. Didn't you hear what her title was? Horseman of War! She loved chaos, war, destruction, manipulation, and even trickery, just like that bastard. She might be his Harley Quinn, and he, her Joker. But of course, to Loki, she will probably always be a pawn to be used and dumped. Thankfully, Camilla already sold her soul to him, Beelzebub. So no matter whether she wanted Loki to be her second master or not Wong matters. What's more, a Heavenly being can't be a master of an underworld being. Both were incompatible no matter how one saw it. Yet… Beelzebub had a hunch that if Loki wanted, Camilla would be his subordinate… and not Beelzebub's. Why? Because there wasn't a single rule that Loki believed could not be bent. That he hasn't tried to bend some, meant they weren't so interesting in his eyes. Beelzebub seemed to fear that Camilla would instantly want to switch sides after meeting with Loki. Which was actually the true reason why he left his projection behind. You say he did it for her protection? Pffft~

Don't make him laugh. Never forget that Beelzebub himself was an underworld being. Lies and deception was his forte. He only left that projection as insurance to ensure she never took to the Trickster. Camilla didn't know it yet, but if Loki's presence is sensed anywhere close to her, Beelzebub's projection would awaken on its own. … "No! No! No!" Camilla protested while flaring her dangling legs in all directions. She picked, she clawed, she twisted, and even broke her own bones for freedom. Yet, it resulted in failure. The portal opened, and just as Dorian was about to step out, he suddenly paused, reached to her, and took hold of her own key too. "You give it back!!!!" Bam!~ n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Camilla's butt almost shattered after getting thrown so fiercely to the ground. It hurt so bad, yet Camilla didn't have the time to think of her pain. "You—"

She couldn't believe her eyes when staring at her minions. They had all been bundled up and placed at the center. What's going on? Why were these people so powerful? Wasn't her master, Beelzebub, the most powerful in existence? So why did it seem like he only gave her peanut abilities compared to these people? Camilla wanted to question, but suddenly felt perplexed by the horrified looks on the faces of her minions after they heard the youthful bastard speak to his other comrades. "Let's begin the exorcism." "..." Camilla frowned. Exorcism? What was that?