The Primordial Record novel Chapter 839

Chapter 839 Demon's Waist Beads

Fear was not a stranger to Rico. For the last few months since he saw Circe Boreas inside the temple of their Primogenitor, he had never gotten a single moment of peace.

He had felt eyes watching him every single day and no matter how anyone else thought it was just him being unnecessarily paranoid, Rico knew he was been watched and measured. He had seen the look in the eyes of Circe, that rage and loathing was familiar to him.

The events that transpired next shifted his focus away from his fear of Circe as Trion went mad. He watched his siblings butcher and eat each other to grow strong and that event had scarred Rico for life.

Trion was a world filled with bloodthirsty fiends and he knew that survival meant becoming one with the pack, and so he had joined the massive blood feasts and consumed flesh alongside the creatures that were once his brothers and sisters.

Rico had once been afraid of Circe, but traveling beside these Dominators who knew nothing but slaughter, their eyes red, with fangs tearing through their lips made him feel he was beside starving wolves than humans.

Entering this war was not his choice, anything else and he would be killed and eaten. The only consolation through the madness was the presence of his father by his side. The man might be useless for many things, but it was undeniable that he loved his son.

Through the days of unending battle they had not left each other, but now he was alone.

Since the time Circe returned, all he knew was fear and that fear had grown with every new change that happened. That fear had been growing until every single moment of his life was filled with fear.

The silence outside when previously there had been the rumbling from the Demon was the final straw, and Rico almost went catatonic, it was unknown how long he remained like that, but the tears that he had been shedding had long dried.

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Rico shivered and opened his eyes, idly noticing that the hand he had been biting on had nearly been cut off, for his teeth had broken bones and mangled the flesh, another thing of note was the ring on the hand, it was not his but his father's.

He recollected that he had been holding the hands of his father a short while ago as they escaped, but in the madness of what followed and his desire to escape, he had forgotten that he was holding his father's hand, but he did not recall when the rest of the body that was supposed to be attached to this hand had vanished.

Rico gasped and shook his hand furiously, he had been holding tight to the hand and he let go of it, detesting the taste of the flesh of his father in his mouth, but the hand did not let go of his own, even though he had nearly chewed it in two. He cried out in shock when the hand seemed to squeeze his own tighter, and a loud laughter replied to him.

The laughter sounded as if it was coming from the clash of two mountains, and it drove the reality into his brain. A reality that Rico had been trying to escape mentally.

Since he knew he could not escape physically, his mind had sought to forget his predicament and he had focused on the severed hand of his father holding his own, but this laughter drove away the shelter his mind had built and Rico looked up and saw madness that saw his fear as food.

Pressed against the crevice he had hidden himself and covered with bodies was the eye of a demon. The eye was slitted horizontally like that of a goat, and it was so massive it was bigger than his entire body.

The Demon had been pressed against the crevice looking at him all this while and apparently, it found the madness engulfing Rico to be amusing. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}