Liquidation: From Big Boss to Bloody Demon Sauce Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Whirlwind Of Change

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Grimora seemed to find the situation hilariously ironic, her cruel laughter echoing around the clearing. For me, it was just a testament to the fact that I was no longer an asset on Luriel's ledger. "Well, that's not the reaction I expected, but alright," I said, feeling oddly satisfied that she found Luriel's failure so amusing. "As long as you understand that I'm not bound by her in any way. This pact, Grimora, it's us on our own. You give me your loyalty, and I promise you freedom from middle management." At this declaration, Grimora finally settled down, though the smirk lingered on her face. "Alright, Visthal. I get it. Let's get this over with." Our journey toward the rocky outskirts of the glade was draining. Grimora led the way, hovering just above the toxic soil, while I followed on Grimjaw’s back. I found myself growing more comfortable with the beast. It felt as if a shared bond of creation tied us together, and it only caused me to wonder more about what Grimjaw could achieve once I figured out how to properly upgrade him. Eventually, the jagged maws of the caves loomed ahead, grotesque and unwelcoming. Yet, looking at the dark entrances, I felt a peculiar sense of relief. I was tired of running and hiding from Luriel, even though her oppressive presence had finally faded from my senses. It was time to face whatever the Dark Glade had in store with a newfound determination. The future was unpredictable, much like the volatile market I used to thrive in. I could not predict how this next chapter would unfold, or where this strange biological contract would lead Grimora and me. The odds seemed stacked against us, yet I was ready. I was a cast-off mistake, yes, but a highly resilient one. It was a horrid rebirth, but it had left me in a realm where I held untapped potential. Close to realizing my first official merger, I was more motivated than ever to carve my own fate—to rise from the pits of Xeenar's twisted corporate hierarchy and become a force to be reckoned with. After following the strange duo for a while, Luriel was forced to retreat. Her heightened senses picked up a massive disturbance near the edge of her territory. Denise was trying to push the boundaries of the Dark Glade again. Luriel had just killed the insufferable succubus three days ago, but the creature was all muscle and zero brain, and had already been reborn from the realm's ambient Ether. As annoying as Denise "The Crusher" was, Luriel knew she would just have to tear the blonde apart again and be done with it until the idiot reformed next time. It was tedious busywork. The real concern occupying Luriel's mind was what her unruly minion was up to. It was blatantly clear that he was planning something with that little pink slut, but what exactly was their angle? She could have stepped out of the shadows and incinerated them both, but she had held back. Visthal was growing. Demons naturally got stronger from conflict, but it was clear that her slime was adapting differently. How differently was yet to be defined, but the mere fact that he was coordinating with the bubble-titted whore left Luriel with a deep snarl etched onto her flawless face. Why choose Grimora to form a pact? The better question was why it bothered Luriel so much. The absolute last thing she wanted was to be tied to her own miserable mistake, and yet, a very small, traitorous part of her desired his submission with a burning passion that made the rest of her sick to her stomach. Shaking off her conflicting thoughts, Luriel pushed herself to focus on the immediate task. She wouldn't let herself be swayed by unexpected developments, especially not from a rebellious blot of discarded energy. She'd deal with his insubordination later. For now, she needed to maintain the illusion of absolute control over her sector. "Denise, you never learn, do you?" Luriel snarled as she descended from the sky, coming face to face with the towering blonde succubus. Denise hefted a massive club carv