SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390: The hunt begins

Magicaa’s eyes widened in shock and anticipation.

"Sorry about my behaviour earlier. I would be very grateful if you could not tell TotallyNotAGod about any of this. It’s just that we had some unresolved problems from the past, and I had to kill you, but now that I have killed you once, let’s call it even? You understand me, right? No hard feelings?"

Damon smiled warmly.

Magicaa nodded his head in a daze.

Damon still did not let him off. "Are you nodding yes or no?" He asked again in a threatening tone.

Magicaa’s lips trembled, as he immediately nodded again and again, almost pathetically eager. "Y-yes... yes, I understand. No hard feelings. No hard feelings." His voice cracked, but he forced a broken smile, desperate to agree with Damon.

"That’s good," Damon smiled. He clapped Magicaa gently on the shoulder, almost sending the guy flying away. "See? I knew you were smart enough to understand how this works."

Magicaa let out a shaky laugh that sounded more like a sob, his eyes darting nervously to the monolith and then back to Damon. "T-then... then I can... I can go?"

"Of course," Damon said, his smile never faltering. "But you’ll be going with me. I wouldn’t want you to trip and fall into any more... unfortunate accidents. Besides, you and I both know our friends are waiting. Don’t you want to see them again?"

The mage froze, sweat dripping down his head. He tried to nod, tried to smile, but the tremor in his jaw betrayed the pit forming in his gut.

"Good man," Damon said at last, straightening and gesturing ahead like a gracious host. "Lead the way. Let’s go get everyone and then be on our way."

Magicaa’s heart sank. He had just walked himself into hell, and the Blood God was holding the door open. He stumbled forward, every step reluctant, his shredded boots dragging over the cracked stone. Damon followed close behind, his presence pressing down heavier than the Abyssal fog itself. The egg at his chest pulsed faintly, as though it too fed on the mage’s dread.

Every so often Magicaa’s hands twitched, sparks of flame flaring pitifully at his fingertips before dying out again. Damon noticed, of course, but said nothing. He only chuckled once, softly, and the sound made Magicaa’s spine stiffen like he’d been stabbed.

"You look nervous," Damon said casually. "Don’t be. This is just a reunion. Think about it. Your whole group, back together. Isn’t that nice?"

Magicaa swallowed hard, his voice breaking when he tried to answer. "Y-yes... nice..." His own words sounded hollow to him, but Damon seemed satisfied enough.

"Good," Damon murmured. His eyes glowed faintly red in the fog. "Then make sure you smile when we find them. They’ll feel safer if you look... welcoming."

Magicaa’s laugh came out strangled, half-mad. He couldn’t tell if Damon was mocking him or giving an order, and he didn’t dare ask. His legs carried him onward like a puppet on strings, deeper into the abyss-eaten city.

And behind him, Damon’s grin only widened. He could already feel someone’s presence, a certain someone who liked high-vantage points.

Damon’s crimson eyes flicked upward to a small jagged hill made of solidified abyssal essence. Through the fog, he caught the faint shimmer of mana lingering in the air, traces of concealment, poorly woven. His grin sharpened.

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