CHAPTER 238: THE THRONE OF BONES

Medeia laughed under her breath. "Oh, please. There are no demons here. Stop being so dramatic."

After everything that had happened since the apocalypse, she honestly didn’t believe demons even wanted to come out anymore. Humans were doing a fine job destroying themselves without any help from hell.

"There are demons," Tian insisted, his voice low. "This place ... it’s full of them."

Medeia tilted her head, frowning.

She couldn’t feel anything strange. There was no demonic presence, no energy, nothing that told her a demon was near.

However, maybe that was because she wasn’t in her real body.

Maybe she wasn’t as sensitive to the supernatural beings like she used to be.

Or ... maybe Tian wasn’t talking about real demons.

Maybe when he said demons, he meant something else, like memories, regrets, guilt.

[Warning! Warning!]

[The system has detected unknown creatures nearby. Please be cautious.]

[Possible identity: Humans.]

What the hell ....

How could people survive in a place like this for fifteen years?

The more she learned, the less Medeia understood what was really going on.

But for now, she chose to wait and observe.

"Alright then," Medeia said calmly. "Show me. Where are these demons?"

Tian didn’t answer right away. He simply walked past her. "Follow me," he said.

Medeia wasn’t sure if Tian truly wanted her help or if he was leading her into a trap.

In the horror stories Medeia had read, someone always ended up dead the moment they followed a stranger into a dark cellar.

However, Tian had high kindness points, right?

Besides, his system didn’t seem like the dangerous kind. Sure, he could see the future, but Medeia still wasn’t sure how much he could actually see.

"I’m not going to kill you," Tian said when he noticed she wasn’t following him.

"I’d have to be crazy to even try."

Medeia let out a laugh. "You should be scared. I mean, I’m terrifying, right?"

"You are," Tian agreed without hesitation. Then he turned his back to her and added, "But Lucian is scarier than you. That’s why I’d have to be an idiot to try anything bad to you while he’s around."

She blinked. She was a demon, and yet Tian was more afraid of Lucian?

But after thinking about it for a second ... she kind of agreed.

Sometimes, her man was scarier than a mad dog.

She didn’t say anything else and finally followed him.

What she didn’t expect was just how massive the cellar actually was. There were long, dark hallways stretching in every direction, each one leading to a different underground chamber.

Basically, this whole place felt like a hidden fortress.

Everything was quiet. Almost boring, except for the satanic symbols that kept appearing on the walls.

But then, as Medeia turned a corner at one of the intersections, something stopped her. She nearly dropped her flashlight. "What the hell is that?!"

She sneered, not out of fear, but out of disgust.

There were skeletons. Hundreds of them, but they weren’t lying on the floor.

They were arranged into a massive wall of bones, like some artwork created by a madman.

Skulls were stacked to form faces. Rib cages were bent into spirals. Arms and legs were twisted into strange patterns along the walls.

It looked like someone had tried to build a mural using human remains.

In the center of it all, the bones formed a throne. Sitting on it was the largest skeleton of them all, its jaw wide open like it was laughing at people who passed him.

The other skeletons were reaching toward it, like they were begging or worshipping. Some were even chained together.

Medeia looked at that art in disdain. "What kind of lunatic would build something like this?!"

Even as the Queen of Hell, she had never once considered decorating her palace with bones.

It wasn’t because it was too dark or scary.

It just ... wasn’t pretty enough to match her aesthetic.

"My father," Tian replied flatly, like it meant nothing at all.

Medeia froze for a moment before nodding slightly. "Oh ... that explains a lot."

Maybe that was the reason Tian always seemed so grumpy.

There were times he showed no regret when it came to torturing or killing someone, like what he did at the Warstock base.

But ... Ren didn’t act like that. He was softer, more timid and for some reason, he was also more passionate than his twin.

Could twins really be that different?

"So ... this was where you and Ren used to live?" Medeia murmured. "What a lovely house."

Tian didn’t answer right away. Instead, he just said quietly, "Ren didn’t know anything about the underground."

That meant they really had been part of the cult and lived in the church above.

Medeia hadn’t explored the whole building yet, but she did see some old, half-collapsed houses behind the church. Maybe those were homes for the cult followers.

And the underground ... It looked like not everyone even knew it existed.

"But you," Medeia said, narrowing her eyes, "you seem to know a lot about this place. Did your father ... have to choose between you and Ren?"

She still didn’t fully understand Tian’s story, but it was possible that their father had been the leader or at least someone with a high position in the demon cult.

So it made sense if he wanted one of his sons to play an important role in it.

"He actually chose Ren to take part in running the cult," Tian admitted.

Medeia blinked. She hadn’t expected him to suddenly open up like that, so she kept quiet and let him continue.

"I was sick all the time," Tian went on. "But in the end, I begged him to choose me instead."

He let out a heavy sigh. "My brother’s dumb and clueless. If I let him follow in our father’s footsteps, he probably would’ve died too soon."

Tian always said Ren was dumb. He always complained when Ren messed something up or followed him into dangerous places.

However, Medeia could feel it that he didn’t say those things out of hate.

He just didn’t want to lose his brother. That was all.

"And what about you?" Medeia asked quietly. "Are you smart enough to survive longer than him?"

Tian gave her a faint smile. "Why don’t you see that for yourself?"

He was still alive.

But Medeia guessed, he probably came close to dying more than once.

It wasn’t fair actually. Ren was also the same age as him, yet Tian had to take a role as his brother’s protector.

Maybe that’s why Ren didn’t complain too much, even though Tian was harsh with him all the time.

He knew that his brother had done so much for him. The last thing he could do was to let Tian scold him.

"Come on. This isn’t the place you should be staring at," Tian said as he started walking again.

Medeia glanced back at the bone-covered wall one last time and muttered to the fake king on the throne, "You’re not even that scary."