Wrong Name 06.

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***Chapter Four***

"W... why?" Dion stammered, his throat once again feeling dry for some reason.

"Weren't you listening to me?" Lythia asked with a roll of her eyes, already knowing what was going through the boy's mind. "Right now you are full of a demon lord's soul energy," She informed him. "The only..."

"Wait, you are a demon lord?" Dion cut in with a look of both shock and confusion. Despite her annoyance at his interruption, Lythia couldn't help but smile cockily as she finally got the recognition she believed she deserved. "But I thought that..." Dion spoke and stopped mid-sentence looking around the room till he found the black leather-bound book still lying on the floor where he'd had fallen. From the look in his eyes, Lythia could already tell what was going through his head even without reading his mind.

"The book didn't lie," She erased the doubts that had been cropping up in his mind about the reliability of the book. "A single human summoning a demon lord relying solely on their soul energy is completely unheard of. In fact, in the mind of most occultists and demons alike, it may very well be the definition of impossible," She relayed, neglecting to add that she too was having a hard time believing that he'd been able to pull it off. "Except for a few lines, most of what is written in that book is accurate, " She stated. Lythia hadn't read the book herself. She, however, could pick every word that Dion had read from his memories.

"But back to what I was saying, " Lythia continued with a dismissive wave of her hand almost as if she was dismissing the existence of the book. "The only reason you are still hidden right now is because I've cast concealing arrays on this house," she informed him. "The moment you step out of it, you'll be an easy target to track down for any demon or half-baked occultist living in the city," She explained.

"Wait, demons can be tracked?" Dion asked.

"Anything can be tracked down if you know what to look for," Lythia replied. "But no," She went on to say. "Most demons know how to hide their aura and powers," She informed him. "Only imps would be incapable of such basic concealment. But then imps are like cockroaches, you can barely tell one from the other," Lythia spoke, her contempt for the lesser demons not in any way hidden. "The only good thing about them is that, unlike cockroaches, they are not that hard to kill," She said, a sadistic smile crossing her face. Looking at her, Dion couldn't help but thank his lucky stars that he'd put up his third condition to protect himself from her.

"So how will taking my clothes off help my situation? " Dion asked.

"It won't," Lythia replied with a snort. "The concealing runes I want to carve onto you, however, will keep any demonic aura your soul energy might give off hidden," She informed him.

Dion couldn't help but swallow hard before inquisitively repeating the word. "Carve?".

"Yes, carve," Lythia replied. Despite her indifferent tone, Dion could tell by the smile playing on her lips that she enjoyed his discomfort. "The ideal place would be to etch the runes directly onto your bones," She went on as if she was just commenting on the weather. "That way, it would be permanent and not need constant reinforcement," She said. "But you are still not strong enough to endure it, so we'll have to settle for your flesh instead," She explained.

"Isn't there a less painful way to cast the concealing spell on me?" Dion couldn't help but ask.

"Plenty," Lythia responded making no effort to hide the truth of the matter. "This, however, is the most effective method there is, " she added. "It has the strongest concealing effect and also lasts the longest of all the concealing spells. Instead of a new spell having to be cast every other day or week, this spell will remain active for at the very least, three months before I have to cast it once again," She said.

"Wait," Dion spoke up as something occurred to him. "You said that it should be impossible for a single human to summon a demon lord, right?" He inquired. Lythia nodded, looking annoyed at the fact that he still wasn't complying with her command. "How common is it for a coven to summon a demon lord?" he asked.

"You could probably count on the fingers of your two hands how many covens can achieve that feat," she answered. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I'm trying to understand who or what you are trying to hide from?" Dion replied causing Lythia's eyes to widen in surprise. A response that Dion didn't miss. "From your tone of contempt when speaking of imps, It's safe to say that you'd sooner die than run from an enemy weaker than you," Dion observed. "So either another demon lord or perhaps a foe stronger than that?" He laid out his line of logic.

The side of Lythia's lips tilted upwards in a half-smile, half-smirk. Despite his annoying unwillingness to bend to her whims, the longer she interacted with the boy, the more pleased she found herself with him. His mind's ability not only to quickly understand both those around him and the situations he found himself in, would prove itself more than useful in the future. In barely half an hour of interacting with her, he was already putting together a picture of the kind of demon she was. From one statement alone, he'd already eliminated a majority of the possible foes she could have been hiding from. Lythia was growing more and more confident that even if by chance, she had gotten the right person to have at the head of her coven.

"As I said before," Lythia spoke up, the smirk still on her lips. "You are incredibly lucky to have managed to summon a demon lord on your own and to have lived to tell the tale," She told him. "You must have used up all of your luck just to survive, however, because you also managed to summon the most-hated demon lord in all of hell," She informed him with an easy smile. Clearly, the status of most hated demon didn't bother Lythia in the least. "Above the rank of demon lord is the rank of prince of hell. Of which, there are seven. Without getting into too many details, let's just say that all seven of them would love nothing more than to have my head on a pike," she said calmly. "Hell is the kind of place where anyone weaker than you is treated with contempt. But those far stronger than you are either to be avoided or to be kissed up to," She explained.

"Having the favor of one of the princes of hell is nothing to be scoffed at. It's a golden ticket that most demons would kill for. Not only does it offer you protection of a kind that only other princes or the king of hell himself can threaten. It also means obtaining the means to ascend to the highest levels of the Demon lord rank," She relayed. "Something that ninety-nine point nine of the demons in hell can only dream of," She stated. "The fact that the seven princes of hell want me dead means that every demon from the demon lord level and below now has a means of gaining the favor of not just one, but all the seven princes of hell," she stated. "They don't even have to fight me, they just have to let them know where I am and they'll be rewarded beyond their wildest dreams," she said. "It's a chance no demon will pass up on," She declared.

"Wait, are you saying that every demon and their coven are currently looking for you and, by extension, me?" Dion asked his eyes wide as the weight of the situation he was in hit him like a ton of rocks.

"Not every demon has a coven," Lythia countered. "But you can be certain that everyone that does is almost entirely focused on finding you," She stated. Lythia knew that they were, in all likelihood, looking for another coven and not a solitary summoner. She, however, needed Dion to be as careful as possible. As such, she didn't mind twisting the truth a bit. "Like I said, you probably exhausted all your luck just to survive the summoning," She said with an amused smile.

A look of fear crossed Dion's face as he thought about it. Lythia didn't mind this. If he wasn't afraid, she'd know he wasn't giving the situation the proper consideration that it required. His fear meant that he would take remaining hidden seriously. A look of confusion, however, soon replaced the fear in Dion's expression. "Wait, weren't you in hell before I summoned you?" He asked. "Why didn't they attack you there?" he further posed.

"Because you are looking at the strongest demon lord in all of hell," She replied not bothering to hide the pride in her voice as a cocky smile played on her lips.

"That tells me why the other demon lords and those below wouldn't attack you," Dion countered after a bit of silence. "But not why the seven princes of hell wouldn't," He added.

"Because they are spineless cowards," she replied. Somehow, the contempt in her voice as she spoke about the princes of hell was thicker than when she was talking about imps. At the look of confusion that crossed Dion's expression at her answer, she continued. "Demons are very prideful creatures, and the stronger they get, the bigger that pride becomes," She said. "If two or more princes of hell came together just to fight a demon lord, it wouldn't earn them any respect. Instead, they would only garner contempt as they would be silently admitting that they couldn't deal with the demon lord on their own," She explained.

"On the other hand, if they were to try and take me on by themselves, it would probably be the hardest fight of their lives," She said. "Even if they would have won in the end, it would have been a fight that would have left them weakened for more than a millennia back when I was at my peak," She stated. "Hell isn't a place for the weak," She informed him. "Those who for whatever reason become weakened, tend not to live very long," She added. "Even if they had killed someone that all the other princes wanted dead, none of the other princes would have lifted a finger to help the prince that had been foolish enough to fight me," She said. "As such, any prince that fought me, even if they won, would have soon thereafter lost their title, and possibly their lives as well," she explained.

"Why not use the demons under them?" Dion asked, causing a brow to arch on the demon's face and an intrigued smile to cross her lips as she regarded him. "If it was me, I'd have you attacked by as many demon lords as I could to weaken you first before I swooped in for the kill," Dion proposed. "And if the favor of a prince of hell means as much as you make it out to be, I'm sure more than a few demon lords would be willing to jump at the chance," he added.

"What makes you think that they didn't already try that?" She asked with a cocky smile. "The ten thousand year war! That's what it's now known as," She said. "All seven of the princes of hell sent their underlings to attack me, thinking that it would make me an easier target. Just like you, they underestimated just how much of a battle maniac I am. For ten thousand years, every Demon lord in the fifth circle of hell tried to kill me," Despite the words that she'd just spoken, there was almost a note of nostalgia in her voice as she spoke of it. It was almost as if the fact of the attempt on her life by the other demon lords was nothing more than an amusing joke to her. Rather than being scared, Dion could tell by the look in her eyes that she'd instead had the time of her life.

"By the end of ten thousand years, the number of demon lords in the fifth circle of hell had gone from over a hundred and fifty thousand to less than ten thousand," she reported with a smile.

Dion couldn't help but note just how little kinship there was among demons. Still, Dion couldn't hide his shock. "You killed over a hundred thousand demon lords?" He asked.

"I almost killed a prince too," She added like it was a minor detail to the whole picture, "If Azeroth hadn't run away like the scared little bitch he is, I'd probably have become prince over the house of Wrath," She reported.

"Don't you mean princess?" Dion cut in.

"It's a title. It has nothing to do with the bearer's sex. Two of the seven princes of hell are female demons. Not that it matters. With our ability to shapeshift, sex doesn't mean all that much to us demons," She replied. "Either way, by the end of the ten thousand years, every demon lord in the fifth circle of hell would run away if I came within a thousand miles of them. Keep in mind that, while to you it may be a great distance, I'd only need about half a minute to cover that distance, " She explained. "By the end, no demon lord would dare come within ten thousand miles of my castle. Over the years that changed, but still to this day no demon lord would dare put their castle within a hundred miles of mine," she said with unhidden pride.

"So for the demon lords and below, it's fear that kept them away and for the princes of hell, it was a mix of their swollen egos and the threat of mutually assured destruction," Dion concisely summarized. Lythia nodded in confirmation. "But then, why doesn't the same hold true now?" he asked.

"Because, while I was in hell I was a contained threat," She stated. "You see, a demon doesn't grow stronger with age. There are only two ways by which a demon can grow stronger. The first is by killing other demons. Only by killing a million other demons of the same rank as yourself or ten thousand of a rank above yourself, can you gain enough power to go up one rank," She explained. "But that only works up until one gets to the demon lord rank," She stated. "Not only does trying to kill other demons get harder and more dangerous the higher in the ranking you go but also there has never been a million demon lords in all of hell's history. Even if the ten thousand year war hadn't taken place, the total number of demon lords at present wouldn't even have hit a quarter of a million. Even if a demon lord was to kill every other demon lord, it still wouldn't make them one of the princes of hell," she explained.

"The other means of gaining power for a demon," Lythia continued when Dion didn't ask any further questions. "Is by the number of souls they've managed to corrupt and bring into their servitude," She relayed. "It's actually the more effective method for a demon to gain power as every follower you gain is worth killing a hundred demons of an equal rank to your own," She stated. "If I manage to gain a coven ten thousand members strong, I'll have enough power to rival a prince of hell," She stated. "In short, while I was powerful in hell, I was unable to grow any stronger," She explained. "But now that I'm here, that's changed. And believe me, there is nothing that the princes of hell won't do to see that the threat I pose is neutralized," She informed him.

"You said that you could have easily taken on a prince of hell back when you were at your peak," Dion spoke up. "So I take it you no longer are at your peak," he went on.

Lythia's lips pressed together. She didn't like talking about the fact that she had lost most of her power and was now much weaker than she had once been. She, however, needed the boy to understand why laying low for the time being was of utmost importance. "I'm not even a shadow of what I used to be," She said in a flat tone. In her eyes, however, Dion could see the fires of determination still burning. The demon before him had every intention of gaining all that she had lost and more. "Any of the seven princes of hell could easily take me out now and not even break a sweat doing it," She stated candidly. Which is why you need to stay hidden at all costs," She said. "Now strip!" From the look in her eyes, it was clear that she wouldn't entertain any further questions from him.

There was a lot more that Dion still wanted to find out from her. How it is she ended up losing her powers? Why it was that the princes of hell wanted her dead in particular and not other demon lords? And many other questions. He, however, chose to comply with her wishes. She had already given him some of the answers he wanted and he didn't want to antagonize her so he stepped off his bed on which he'd been seated all this time. It was only when he was standing up that something occurred to him. Dion looked down at his body in shock. "You healed me!" He said as it now occurred to him that apart from the headache he got when he first woke up, his body was now in perfect condition. Even the headache itself had now lessened into barely a throb.

"I didn't feel like talking to someone who could barely string two words together," She replied candidly.

Dion could see it in her eyes that it wasn't an act done out of any kindness on her part. She had done it strictly for her convenience and nothing more. "Thank you," Dion said in response. He didn't care what had motivated her to help him, not being in the pain that he'd been in before the summoning was enough all by itself.

On her part, Lythia was just as surprised as the boy. She hadn't lied when she said that she had only healed him to make communication between the two of them easier. What she had failed to mention was that she had only healed his mouth. The split lip, loose teeth, and swollen tongue. As for the rest, she honestly couldn't have cared any less. She only needed him alive, not in perfect health. The soul energy she'd pumped into him must have been responsible for the miraculous healing. Lythia shrugged to herself as she thought that, in a way, it was still she that indirectly healed her.

Although his dick had never stopped standing at attention to pay homage to the sex demon before him, Dion didn't hesitate to pull down his pants. From what little he'd heard from her, she was thousands of years old. His was most definitely not the first dick she'd ever seen.

"Lay on the bed," Lythia instructed once the boy was completely naked. She couldn't help but note the complete lack of shame in his eyes. Lythia was glad for it, at least things would go faster that way. When the boy was lying on his back on the bed, Lythia didn't waste any time. The sooner he was concealed from detection, the sooner she would be at peace. Standing beside the bed, Lythia bent forward reaching with her index finger pointed at him almost as if she wanted to poke his chest. A claw, however, began to extend outwards from the human-looking finger the closer to his chest her hand got.

The claw was black as obsidian and there were very few things in the mortal realm that they couldn't tear through. Which was why Lythia's eyes grew to the size of saucers when she pressed the tip of her claw on the boy's chest and failed to draw blood. She hadn't put any force behind her claw. To a demon at the demon lord level of power, however, human skin was little more than wet tissue paper and human flesh akin to soft sponge. Just by lightly dragging her claw across his skin, she should have been able to draw blood am carve the runes into his skin and flesh. As she pressed the tip of her claw into his chest, however, his skin sank from the pressure but wasn't harmed in the least!

First, he perceived the soul contract. Then he beat her in the soul contract negotiations. Then his whole body was restored from serious injuries in a little less than an hour. And now, his skin was offering resistance to a demon lord! "What have I done?" Lythia found herself whispering as she regarded the boy. It wasn't that she regretted saving Dion. He was her only chance to get what she had lost all those many years ago. The words had left her lips only because, of the very few things Lythia could say she knew nothing about, what happened to a human when their soul energy was almost completely replaced by a demon lord's, was one among those things. The pace of the changes taking place in the boy had her slightly worried. If any of the changes were drastic, like growing horns or a tail like some demons had, then Lythia would be screwed. She could only hope that the changes wouldn't morph the boy into something that would make him stand out in a crowd.