The Progenitor of Nine Hellish Hexes: Hexena Arachnoid.
A Nyne-Hexed Polychromatic Wicked Arachnid. In other words a demonic spider, one that enjoys playing with her victims. Likes to weave traps, hunt and torture her enemies in the intricate web of her Hexes.
She waits. She manipulates. And she deceives.
Hexena Arachnoid lures. She ensnares and she seduces, making one vulnerable and exposed before her. She grins and she smiles. Her gaze sparkles while she plays, savours and relishes the initial realization and the coming terror, horror and trepidation of the unfortunates.
The Nyne-Hexed Polychromatic Wicked Arachnid isn't strong physically and doesn't engages in physical or close combat either. However, her polychromatic eyes are her weapon.
They Hexes any and all things within her perception. Besides, her Hexes aren't limited by anything. No, they encompasses everything. From material to spiritual. From intangible to tangible, even from incorporeal emotions; like fear to corporeal feelings; Like pain.
Her battles either ends in seconds or she looses. However, that is what makes her the most frightening out of the all Five Progenitors.
Because, she is always watching, always observing, always waiting, and is always prepared. Her traps and her Hexes are always ready like her manipulative gaze.
Do not look into her; a small mistake, a moment of vulnerability is all she needs to sprang in action and finish you off.
Hexena Arachnoid is both a dangerous woman and a terrifying beauty. She is a wicked Demoness who loves to hunt man, indeed, yet still to this day; she has remained untouched, pure and unsullied.
She disdains the creature known as man, yet has devoted everything of herself to one. The only one, her master; the Original Demon: Demon Apxsinuous.
Besides, her enchanting figure isn't any less seductive and tempting then Xelana Dream or even the seven Profane Primordials.
Hexena Arachnoid is downright an evil beauty. She is tall, at about 1.95 meters. Her skin like a field of pallid cream. Her long hair flowing down her tantalizing waist, like a violet river of black nebulous stars, shimmering in the soft brilliance of the gothic chandeliers hung above.
Her polychromatic gaze, a swirling chaos of five destructions: red, blue, green, black and white. Each one representing an independent source in her Origin Source.
Her already captivating frame draped in an elegance of twilight, like an enthralling poison to once gaze, a poison which one sought by once own conscious desire, one which he could never get enough of.
Her dress further accentuating her unholy curves, magnifying her already soul bleeding beauty, and highlighting the Sin that was she: the Progenitor of Nine Hellish Hexes.
Hexena Arachnoid smiled. Her lips curled. Her gaze sparkling with literal hearts. She wasn't afraid, she matched Demon's gaze without any shame, even ogling him blatantly while showcasing everything of her to him.
And by how daring she was despite of every thing she had done, Demon didn't doubt that this Wicked Arachnid would've certainly shown him Everything of herself if it weren't for the presence of the other three males here in this hall.
Eventually, he become amused. He knew that Hexena had always been like this, very active whenever it was something related to him, not even giving any regards to his, now scowling maids.
Her respect and fear for them was only so much after all. Those emotions could never eclipse the zealous desire and devotion she had for him.
Besides, it was also quite relaxing for him to know that she hadn't change one bit even after so many years. Let alone her, not even the other four had changed much in these many years Demon had been asleep.
Regardless, for the mess they had created in his realm, he would surely give them their rewards in due time. However, before that...
Demon shook his head. Emptying it of the unnecessary thoughts.
Afterwards, he finally had his head shifted and attention focused on his satanic Maid. His lips arched up. The while walking towards her. He questioned teasingly. "You've become quite rebellious, huh? My Maid~
That even after so many years when your Master finally woke up, you were audacious enough to not come to meet him even once? ...
However, before your punishment, I'm curious? Exactly what it was that was so much more important than your Master? That compelled you to ignore even me, your own Master? Eh, my maid...!"
Meanwhile, Pride suppressed an amused laugh. Her shoulders shook as she watched her master coming to a stop before her with only a few inches distance separating them.
She matched her crimson gaze with his crimson abyss. "Indeed, I've become quite arrogant master. To dare not come to you at your awakening. How blasphemous, no? ~ "
Her lips swirled upward. Her melodious tone, same as his; teasing.
"However, you see these five fools here; their unhinged and selfish actions and the damage they are causing to your realm is whats keeping me away from you, from coming to you master?"
"Ooh!... Is that so?"
Demon raised his brow. Immediately, shifting his attention towards them, making them flinch, their eyes darting around, not daring to match his.
Their behaviors similar to kids who had done something wrong.
Demon found the sight rather interesting, even more so when he saw how Hexena shrank on hearing Pride's words regarding their actions. And considering, he hadn't interacted with them that much in the past, therefore now he became that much more curious about them.
"Hmm... I had certainly observed the damage and deaths you five had caused in my realm because of your so-called war, and I have to say, I'm impressed! To have killed so many demons of both the Fourth Ascension Phase and the Third Ascension Phase.
However, I'm also confused regarding what rewards should I give you five?... Hmm.. Perhaps a fate similar to your victims or maybe one worse then theirs? What do you five think?"
He raised his brow, questioning with a relaxed smile, one which literally made a chill crawl down their spines. The Progenitors shivered. Meanwhile, Demon watched their reactions with apparent interest.
"Your Eminence.. We... I-I.. "
As the strongest of the bunch here; Bran Corvus, the infernal raven was someone who perfectly understood the meaning of the word, absolute strength. Maybe that was the reason why he stammered and was unable to even respond properly when subjected to that relaxed smile that inversely only made Demon appear even more frightening in his eyes.
Moreover, the hollow threats that Demon gave to fulfill his curiosity by observing their reactions were in fact taken seriously by the Progenitors. Their minds not doubting him even once. Even repeating only his one sentence in an endless loop: Maybe a fate worse then theirs?
By simply imagining exactly what the Original Demon would do to them, they shuddered. Remembering the incident dubbed as the Night of Demon Slaughter.
The day when a Second Order Primordial Demon God, one who became daring enough to actually challenge the Original simply because he believed; he was the strongest below him and could become even stronger than him.
The day he stepped foot into the Ancestral Forest of Malignance to challenge the Original Demon, he never came back. However, that was also the day when the many realms again learned of the existence of the Evilest Original out of all the other Originals.
A being who was synonymous with destruction, evil and profane; showed his wrath once again.
That being said, although he had only unleashed merely his presence without holding anything back but as a direct result; nearly 50 percent of all the demons in the realm at that time were instantly crushed by the primal weight of his aura/presence.
And a total of seventy percent were killed that day, including every demon who carried the bloodline of the one who had angered the Original Demon.
Certainly, though Demon was relaxed and chill most of the time, yet if angered; he was also the most wicked, evil and ruthless man ever born in this cosmos. And he reminded that to everyone that day again by creating the Night of Demon Slaughter.
If they crossed the line with him, than no matter who they were or how important they were, indeed; their whole bloodline would die but they won't die.
Like that Primordial Demon God who was still alive to this day, and will remain alive forever. He'll suffer for all eternity in the Castle of Eternal Abaddon.
All in all, these Progenitors didn't doubt, if the Original Demon had done it once than there was nothing stopping him from doing it again.
After all, in his eyes their lives wasn't worth anything. And that was also understandable but was their any reason for the Original Demon to actually give them a death sentence of eternal suffering simply because they were responsible for the deaths of a mere few 100 of billions of demons.
Nevertheless, they also weren't daring enough to question him either, not when they weren't even capable of answering his question because of the fear already overwhelming them.
Alternatively, Demon also realized his mistake. Although, theie would indeed be repercussions for the damage they had done to the realm. However, these so-called repercussions weren't all that serious as their grime expression were making them out to be.
He sighed inwardly, even wondering; how come these Progenitors are like this before him?
Considering how old, ancient and strong they are, one would think that these demons would be cunning, calculating and heartless creatures who didn't care about anything other than their interests, however, here they were limp and shuddering.
Their expressions and postures resembling one who had already given up. Nevertheless, in a moment Demon came out of his thoughts on observing the two of them actually advancing towards him.
He blinked. His gaze curious... ... ... ... ...