The Primal Hunter

Chapter 891: Demonic Soulspace Adventure: Cerulean Devil Edition

The creature stopped attacking just as the Demon Prince reanimated again, his form semi-transparent due to the significant soul damage he had taken. He looked over in horror and saw the Cerulean Devil stare directly at the newcomer who had entered his Soulspace. Stare directly at the Chosen of the Malefic Viper.

”Get out of here!” the Demon Prince yelled with all his remaining energy. He quickly understood what had happened. The Chosen had somehow projected his very own soul into the prince’s, and should he die here, the Chosen risked potentially even dying himself, or at the very least, taking severe soul damage. That couldn’t happen. ”You can still escape! Go!”

However… his warning was too late. As the final words had barely left him, the creature disappeared, only to appear right behind the Chosen of the Malefic Viper.

”Oh,” the Chosen said as he slowly turned and looked at the creature more closely as he tapped its forehead with a finger. ”Pretty empty in there, huh? All instinct.”

The Demon Prince just stared, confused. The creature had appeared behind the Chosen, raised a claw, and then stopped. It looked as if it was… shaking. However, its eyes soon regained their fervor as it roared loudly, nearly dispersing the prince’s body. Its claw swung down, and-

An arm flew into the air as the Chosen now stood with a hand raised. The creature roared again as a palm smashed into its face, pushing it to the ground making the entire Soulspace shudder from the impact. Without the Demon Prince even knowing how it happened, three more limbs flew into the air as he saw the Chosen stand with a foot on the chest of the Cerulean Devil’s husk.

A pillar of cerulean lightning descended as the Demon Prince was blown even further away. He felt the pain in his chest as he saw the ground had been split apart and a large crater formed where the bolt had struck. Quickly, he spotted the Cerulean Devil as it teleported a good distance away, its limbs already fully regenerated. Moreover… it was still growing stronger.

”Feisty,” the voice of the Chosen once more echoed as the man walked out of the crater with calm steps, not a single mark on his body. He then suddenly turned and looked toward the Demon Prince. ”Things didn’t quite go as planned, huh?”

The demon just stared as the Cerulean Devil teleported closer to attack again… only to get blasted into the air by an unseen explosion, the Demon Prince not at all comprehending what was going on. What… is happening?

Jake gave the Demon Prince another look after gently pushing the odd devil creature away, but he still didn’t get any answer. He began to fear he had been too slow in entering the Soulspace of the demon and that the prince had taken too much damage before his arrival. But the fact he had yelled out with warning indicated he wasn’t in that horrible of a state.

”Are you okay?” Jake asked again. ”Any permanent damage?”

Finally, the demon seemed to regain some semblance of calm. ”I am fine for now… but that isn’t important. The Cerulean Devil is-”

”Annoying,” Jake cut him off as the creature appeared once more, forcing Jake to slap it into the horizon once more to give him some more time to talk. He also couldn’t help but get a look around, as this was the first Soulspace he had ever seen belonging to another person, and he knew this was an incredibly rare opportunity.

The Soulspace was the representation of the Truesoul every living being had within themselves. Jake’s was a massive area filled mostly with barren land and plains with barely any grass on them. The demon’s Soulspace honestly wasn’t that much different, with the ground just a bit more barren, and the arcane energies filling the sky in Jake’s Soulspace had been replaced with rumbling blueish thunderclouds. Well, he also didn’t have a shadowy version chilling there or a drop of blood from a Primordial, but those were more bonus assets in Jake’s mind. Not like Jake had a rampaging blue devil husk in his, either.

”How are you-” the Demon Prince began as Jake cut him off again.

”Doesn’t matter right now. What matters is finishing this ritual,” Jake said as the Cerulean Devil attacked again. Jake dodged a few times before kicking the creature away for yet another time. It was a bit annoying, but he had to hold back. He had felt some energy be consumed when he severed the limbs earlier, and he didn’t want to waste anything if he could avoid it.

”What do you mean?” the demon asked. ”This… this is the finished ritual.”

we are now facing,” Jake sighed, noticing the Cerulean Devil was a bit slower at attacking this time. Probably for the best,

newly formed heart he had implanted in the Demon Prince, resulting in all their efforts getting wasted and the Demon Prince

be good. Simply locking down the Cerulean Devil by sealing it in an arcane barrier also wouldn’t work. Jake knew instinctively that the moment

sure one could really equate the power of creatures within a Soulspace to grades in the real world, but this one would definitely be high. For context, it was stronger than the

had merged with Sim-Jake, things had become a bit complicated, but that was neither here nor

to Jake. ”The creature manifested from the Records of the

ritualists around himself and the Demon Prince, none of them doing anything. They all knew trying to interfere wouldn’t do them any good. Jake also knew that with a single thought, he could exit the Soulspace, closing the opening he had entered through in the process and leaving the demon to his doom. This was probably the safest choice… but Jake really hated losing,

ideas, the Cerulean Devil attacked again, this time having changed up its goal. Rather than target Jake, it went for the Demon Prince to snuff

tickle him as he raised both his hands and motioned. A bit of mana appeared as six barriers sprung up

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fucking hard, Jake noticed, as the Cerulean Devil struggled to break free. Moreover, he felt his arcane energy naturally disperse at an alarming rate, even though it was the stable variant. It simply didn’t belong in the Soulspace and was naturally

the barriers, the Cerulean Devil began to slowly break out as cracks formed. Jake looked on, thinking hard as he remembered something. He remembered Sim-Jake and what he had done during his stay in Jake’s Soulspace. He

beat around the bush. ”Are

do?” the demon asked, clearly

just might not turn out how I hope,”

hands.

really piling on the pressure,” Jake

right in front of his own barrier. His hand shot forward, shattering the arcane energy like glass as he grasped the neck of the

storm of lighting descended, but Jake raised a hand and snapped, dispelling all the lightning halfway descended as he stared

his words but seemed to comprehend his intent somewhat as it roared in anger. Rather than attack Jake, it flew straight for the demon prince, but

Jake to stomp it in the face, embedding its head in the ground again. Struggling, the devil tried to attack with its claws but found itself

took hold of one its wrists, as he tossed the devil away yet another time before teleporting over and catching the creature, only to slam it into the ground again. None of what Jake was doing actually hurt the devil as Jake didn’t put much power in… but what he did do was make

Records, acting on instinct to come alive. Like the nascent energies of an elemental forming,

ever-so-slowly adapt, which had been shown by the creature kind of learning how to move and control itself. Perhaps it would awaken a true consciousness one day, but only at

a being that had only one goal: survival. Right now, survival meant consuming the Demon Prince and taking over his body. Jake was going to show the Cerulean Devil that was no longer an option. He would show

Cerulean Devil around. It fought back in the beginning, but soon, it only tried to defend itself. This self-defense

Run.

Jake allowed it no escape as he kept beating it down over and over again. In the meantime, he also began to leak out tiny bits of his own

over at the Demon Prince, who stared, shocked at everything that was happening, as he sent a simple mental message. ”Offer

moments, the Demon Prince looked at him confused until his eyes suddenly lit up with clarity as he understood. Jake wouldn’t even have

still bound by its Records as a devil, and once it agreed to a contract, it would be binding. As for its ability to even agree, Jake also knew there would be no problems there. Every creature innately understood contracts created through the system. Perhaps they did not understand its intricacies, but they could instinctively comprehend the

Rather than simply smashing the devil around, he fully restrained it as he wrapped it up in arcane strings, conveniently allowing it to still move