Chapter 302
Here is Chapter 302 of "All MILFs are Mine": Somewhere in the southern valleys of the Duran Mountains, where the trees grew twisted and... Donāt miss it!
Somewhere in the southern valleys of the Duran Mountains, where the trees grew twisted and a little black as if poisoned by the very soil, two young adventurers pushed deeper into the gloom.
Clad in mismatched leather armor, one carried a massive warhammer slung over his broad shoulder. The other clutched two slender wands so tightly his knuckles had turned white.
"Are you sure this is the place?" the mage whispered, voice cracking at the edges.
The hammer-wielder didnāt even slow his stride.
"As Iāve already told you a hundred fucking times... Yes. This is exactly where my brother saw that demon.
We take its head back to the guild, collect one whole gold coin, and weāre done. One gold coin, man. You know what that buys? I can finally open that sword shop in Lowmarket, settle down, see my little sister grow up without worrying about next monthās rent.
You? You can marry off all three of your sisters properly and buy your mother a real house inside the kingdom walls. No more mud floors. No more leaks."
The mage swallowed hard, glancing nervously at the canopy overhead. The branches looked too much like skeletal fingers.
"But these are demons weāre talking about..." he muttered. "Six hearts. Monstrous strength. They eat human flesh like itās bread. They donāt just killāthey savor our bodies."
The hammer-wielder snorted.
"Oh come on. You were a royal mage, werenāt you? Trained in the Vengelnās army ? How can a guy like you be this scared of one lousy demon?"
*Thud*
The mage stopped walking.
"This place... it doesnāt feel good. Something evil is watching us. I can feel it in my bones. There was some sound... did you heard-"
The bigger man finally turned around, planting the head of his hammer into the dirt with a dull thud.
*Thud*
"Okay, stop. Look at me." He placed both calloused hands on the mageās shoulders, forcing eye contact. "Do you want to go back?"
The mage didnāt even hesitate.
"Y-Yes."
A long sigh.
"Fine. Fine. Weāll turn around. But when we get back, weāre taking that goblin cave mission, alright? Easy coin. No demons. Deal?"
"Deal," the mage breathed, relief flooding his face. "Letās just get out of here as fast asā"
He froze mid-sentence.
His eyes flicked upward.
A shadowātoo large, too fastāflitted from one tree to the next.
Then...
Silence.
Absolute, suffocating silence. No birds. No wind. Even the distant trickle of the mountain stream seemed to vanish.
"O-Oh shit... Clad, look up there, thereās someā"
**THUD.**
The sound was wet. Heavy. Final.
The mageās gaze slowly dropped.
His friendās head rolled across the pine needles, eyes still wide open, mouth frozen in the middle of a warning.
Blood sprayed in lazy arcs from the stump of the neck.
"N-No... thatās notā"
Before the scream could leave his throat, the headless body crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut.
And then he felt it. Saw it.
Something massive standing directly behind him.
Something that wasnāt human.
Something whose shadow swallowed his own twice over.
The mage turnedāvery, very slowly.
Twelve feet of corded blue muscle loomed above him.
Four arms, each ending in claws longer than daggers.
The creatureās face and hands were drenched in fresh blood that dripped in slow, thick ropes onto the forest floor.
"Alvuia olio caā"
"Say another word of that spell," the demon rumbled, voice like grinding millstones, "and Iāll kill you exactly the way I killed your stupid friend."
He leaned down. His crimson eyes bored into terrified brown ones.
The mage dropped both wands instantly. They clattered uselessly against the roots.
"N-No... please... spare me. I-I wonāt do anything. I swear Iāll never come back to this valley. Please... let me go. I beg you."
The demon tilted its horned head, amused.
"How about you keep your mouth shut forā" Before he couldāve completed speaking.
*SHRRRKK*
The mageās head simply... vanished.
Blood fountained upward in a perfect crimson column.
"What theā!?"
The blue demon snapped his gaze to the right.
Hanging upside-down from a thick branch was another figureāalmost human in shape, except for the two long, obsidian horns curling back from his forehead and the whip-thin tail swaying lazily behind him.
He was chewing.
The mageās head dangled from between razor-sharp teeth like an apple.
Blood ran down his chin in rivulets.
"Regoris..." the blue demon growled, voice dangerously low. "What the hell are you doing out here?"
Regoris swallowed with exaggerated satisfaction, then flashed a bloody grin.
"I was bored. Came to stretch my legs." He licked a fang. "What were you planning to do with that little mage, Melare? Looked like you two were having quite the nice chat."
"I was going to kill him," Melare answered flatly. "You stole my kill."
Regoris dropped from the branch, flipping mid-air with impossible graceāonly to vanish completely before his feet could touch the ground.
A heartbeat later he reappeared perched directly atop Melareās head, crouching like a gargoyle.
"Oh, it sure didnāt look like you were about to kill him," he teased. "You were really taking your time. Building suspense. Very artistic."
Melareās four arms tensed.
"I was going to scare him until he pissed himself, then take his head. Thereās a difference." His voice hardened. "And you shouldnāt be out here today. Itās my patrol day."
"Oh really?" Regoris purred.
Melare raised a clawed hand to swat him off but Regoris vanished again.
This time he didnāt reappear.
Melare snarled, glaring upward.
"I want to kill him..." he muttered darkly.
High above, a three-eyed crow circled once, twice.
**Cawwwwwwwā**
Melare thrust one massive arm skyward.
The crow dove like a black arrow and landed lightly on his wrist.
"What?" Melare demanded.
"Big group..." the crow rasped in a voice like breaking glass. "Coming toward the valley... Cawwwww."
It launched back into the sky without waiting for a reply.
Melareās lips slowly peeled back from rows of jagged teeth.
"Big group, huh..."
His six hearts beat faster.
A slow, savage smile spread across his blood-smeared face.
"If I slaughter them all... Iāll finally prove my worth to Brother Ven."
He cracked all four sets of knuckles at once.
The sound echoed through the silent woods like breaking bones.