Custom Made Demon King
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Chapter 390 Sareth in Danger

Cold winds howled on the silent icy plain. It seemed that the snowstorm here was becoming increasingly violent because of the arrival of Roy, a frost demon lord.

In such extreme cold, even demons did not dare to go out casually, and they could only hide in Frostfire City, the only relatively warm area.

But recently, only a few scattered demons occasionally appeared in Frostfire City, and the lively scenes of the past had disappeared.

In the demon palace where Roy’s statue was, Fat Tiger was lying on the ground with his three heads resting on his forelimbs. His snores echoed rhythmically in the hall, and his enormous body guarded here like a small mountain.

Who knew what Fat Tiger was dreaming of in his sleep, but he would whimper from time to time, looking very aggrieved. Occasionally, he would grunt as though he was complaining that his master, Roy, did not bring him out to play together, causing him only to be able to sleep to pass the time every day

While sleeping, Fat Tiger’s left head suddenly felt an itch in his nose and could not help but sneeze.

This should have been nothing. After sneezing, Fat Tiger still did not wake up and continued to sleep. But then, the noses of the middle head and right head began to itch at the same time, and the three heads sneezed one after another.

Fat Tiger finally woke up because he heard laughter. He opened his eyes and saw a small person holding a long stick and wanting to continue poking his noses!

This little person had red hair. It was long and hung messily over his shoulders. His appearance was rather wild, and he was less than a meter tall. In front of Fat Tiger’s enormous body, he was just a little child.

However, facing Fat Tiger’s fierce eyes, the child was not afraid at all. He threw away the stick in his hand, giggled, and then climbed onto Fat Tiger’s leg while saying, “Fat Tiger, Fat Tiger, stop sleeping. Let’s go out and play!”

Fat Tiger snorted twice, indicating that he did not want to go, but the child did not care. He climbed up from Fat Tiger’s leg to his back, then lay on his head in the middle of Fat Tiger and lowered his head to say, “Let’s go, let’s go. Let’s go out for a run and see if Foster Father, Mother Julia, and the others are coming back!”

Before Fat Tiger could say anything, a voice suddenly came from the distance. “Sareth! Sareth? Where are you?”

Upon hearing this voice, the child’s expression changed as he said anxiously to Fat Tiger, “Quick! It’s Mother Cassandra! We won’t be able to leave if she catches us!”

As he spoke, he patted Fat Tiger’s head with his little hand. Helpless, Fat Tiger could only get up and carry him out of the hall.

After arriving outside, Fat Tiger spread his wings, flew out of Frostfire City, and brought the child to the icy plain. Facing the howling cold wind, not only was the child not afraid, but he even shouted excitedly. His immature voice echoed in the silent icy plain.

That’s right. This child was Sareth. Eight years had passed, and the baby who could only crawl around in front of Roy had successfully grown into a… brat…

As a Child of Taboo and a demon-human hybrid, although Sareth was only nine years old, he had a very strong physique. The low temperature of dozens of degrees below zero was not much to him. He sat on Fat Tiger’s forehead and tightly grasped his fur with one hand so that he would not fall off. He allowed the cold wind to blow against his face and raise his wild red hair.

This red hair was naturally inherited from his biological mother, Isabel. Perhaps because he had lived in the Abyss for a long time, Sareth now looked more like a demon than a human. The skin of his entire body was dark red, and there was a thick, scattered cuticle on his arms and legs. His two eyes were pure black, and only the irises of his pupils were blood-red. His brow bone was gradually enlarging and protruding over the years, and if nothing unexpected happened, his brow bone might develop into the shape of demon horns in the future.

Of course, Sareth actually had his human form. But in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Cassandra had always taught him to maintain this demon form.

But even though he used this demon form, the demons summoned by Roy in Frostfire City could naturally see through it, so they were very unfriendly to Sareth. They were only worried about the lord, Roy, and did not dare to attack Sareth, but they had always kept far away from him and repelled him. So in the entire large Frostfire City, the only playmates Sareth could find were Fat Tiger and Big Black.

However, Big Black had holed up underground recently, so Fat Tiger was the only unlucky one. Sareth was now at the age of a brat, and playing with a brat was not easy. Fat Tiger did not know how many times Sareth had harassed

him.

“Fat Tiger, it’s been almost half a year since Foster Father went to war.” Lying on Fat Tiger’s head, Sareth muttered, “If I knew that he would go out for so long, I should have begged him to bring me along…”

Flying in the air, Fat Tiger barked. Sareth understood what he meant. “I know that Foster Father won’t allow it, but I won’t cause trouble for him. I’ll watch quietly from the side while he fights. Isn’t that okay?”

Fat Tiger barked twice, and Sareth immediately became dejected. “Okay, you’re right. Mother Cassandra will worry…”

Among everyone, the relationship between Sareth and Cassandra was the deepest. When Isabel was human, before she had died, Cassandra had been beside her and watching over her. Cassandra had personally delivered Sareth with her own hands, so her affection for him was extraordinary.

Perhaps some people might say, wasn’t Cassandra a lich? Weren’t liches always full of hatred for the living?

Indeed, undead creatures like liches had a strong hatred for the living, but don’t forget that Cassandra was also a woman when she was alive. After becoming a lich, she also had her memories of when she was alive. Although she hated her father, she also missed her mother, who had protected her. Such memories would not vanish because she became undead. The moment she saw Sareth, she realized that if she did not do anything, her misfortune might also happen to him.

This was also the reason why Cassandra had been worried about Roy’s attitude after she hugged Sareth back. Fortunately, Roy was different from other demons. Although he had the intention of using and observing, he still let Sareth stay.

Demon hybrids were the taboo of the demon race. Perhaps it was because of the concept of bloodlines or merely envy of the talent of hybrids. Ordinary demons could be said to be disgusted and covetous of hybrids. Their attitude was actually quite contradictory. But with Roy’s current status as a demon lord, this so-called taboo was actually nothing.

Since Roy was the murderer of Sareth’s biological father, Kha-Beleth, and was hostile to Isabel, he actually maintained a little distance from him. But the strange thing was that the more distant he was, the more Sareth wanted to get closer to him.

Perhaps it was because of Sareth’s demon bloodline, and the nature of demons worshiping the strong in their bones made Sareth naturally worship Roy, the strongest person he could come into contact with.

To be honest, Roy was a little surprised by the intimacy displayed by Sareth, but he eventually acquiesced to Sareth calling him foster father.

Roy had already thought about it, and he did not intend to conceal the situation. After Sareth grew up, he would tell him about his background. At that time, what Sareth would do would be up to him.

Because Sareth called Roy his foster father, he also called the two mistresses, Julia and Benia, ‘mother’. Julia treated him better because she had always wanted to have a descendant with Roy, so she happily accepted what he called her. At the same time, she loved and doted on him.

But Benia was different. She still maintained the concept of pure demon bloodlines, and she could not approve of Cassandra’s human-like parenting method of keeping the child by her side.

She felt that they should place Sareth in the upper Abyss and let him grow up in places suitable for his strength like other demons. Fighting and growing up in blood and flames was the correct way for demons to mature.

When Benia put forward this suggestion, Roy rejected it.

Roy knew very well what it would be like to place a Child of Taboo like Sareth in the upper Abyss. Perhaps before he matured, countless demons would gather together to attack and tear him into pieces…

Only

Sareth naturally felt Benia’s strictness, so among them, Sareth found it the hardest to get close to Benia…

In short, the growth environment of Sareth was very strange.

After flying around above the icy plain, Sareth was finally satisfied. He did not have wings in his demon form, so he was very envious and yearned for the feeling of flying. This was why he often pestered Fat Tiger to come out and play. He had wanted Fat Tiger to bring him to find Rafaro, but recently, Rafaro had gone to war with Roy. Some time ago, Frostfire City had a conflict with the demon lord of another territory, and a war had broken out between the two sides. Roy had taken away the main combat forces, which was why Frostfire City was empty recently. Fat Tiger wanted to turn around, but he could not resist Sareth’s pleas, so he could only bring him to the southwest of the icy plain. There was a spatial link that led to another fragment world, and Roy had left from here with his army. Whenever he was free, Sareth would want to come and wait here, wanting to see his foster father return with his own eyes.

After waiting for more than four hours in the howling cold wind, the spatial link remained unchanged. Sareth sighed and patted Fat Tiger’s head in disappointment. “Let’s go back!”

But at this moment, Fat Tiger’s three heads sniffed vigorously at the front. Then he assumed a vigilant stance. He raised his tail high and looked forward fiercely while growling “Enemies?!” Sareth was shocked. He looked up and saw ripples suddenly appear in the landscape in front of him. Then a group of tall figures emerged in a panic.

It was a group of… eight demons covered in blood. Their armor was badly damaged, and two of them even had broken horns. They ran forward in a panic and looked back in horror from time to time.

After discovering Fat Tiger, they hurriedly stopped and quickly gripped their weapons in their hands while facing Fat Tiger.

Fat Tiger, this titan hellhound, was very intimidating. These demons looked at Fat Tiger in horror and despair. “What’s going on? Why are there enemies blocking here?! Where did we run to?!”