Self-Summon [Demon Summoning/Evolution litRPG] Chapter 75: [2.01] Not in Vulgrest Anymore (Part 1)

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“Oh, wow, are you a human?!” Those energetic words finally cut through Angelica’s ongoing crisis. It had likely just been a few seconds since the feeling of the raging inferno settled around her skin, leaving her only with mild discomfort from the scorching atmosphere. Since then, she’d had time to read, re-read, rub her eyes, and then read again the sign that was meant to serve as a kind greeting to all visitors, but to her, it was crashing her reality. “Welcome to Hell.” Yes, she was in Hell. Not a metaphor for a scuff-ass place or a tormented state of being. No, actual, literal Hell. There had been plenty of evidence to support that it had been real, constant references to the place in her growth system, so she had essentially accepted its existence. But knowing of a strange land and going there were two very different matters, especially when she was suddenly teleported to it without being told her destination. Not to mention the fiery reception she’d received. I’m actually in Hell… She was finally starting to accept the situation. The place she’d been warned about in her religious studies and attending sermons, the eternal condemnation she’d been told was avoidable if she lived a righteous life, and she’d just suddenly popped into the place as if it was part of an errand she had to run. Well, Angelica did actually have an errand to run. That’s why she’d been brought to this place, after all. She had been told to get registered so that she could Evolve and heal her wounds from her fight against the giant eel Malignant. And she’d get to that, yes, after her sensibilities fully returned to her and she could fully process her thoughts once more. Honestly, a lot of the overwhelmingness of it all came from the fact that Hell really wasn’t what she pictured. A large cavern-like area with walls of stone and ash dotted by suspiciously bone-looking sconces with eternal magic flames spouting out the top, check. Giant pool of lava, yep, she could see that, too, but it was actually pretty far off in the distance, with a scenic lavafall feeding into it. Kind of mesmerizing, actually. Screams of the damned? Surprisingly missing. Not to say it was quiet, though. The area was actually rather noisy, but it was a familiar noise, akin to the hustle and bustle of the city life she knew. Where Angelica found herself was atop of a large summoning circle, but completely different to any she’d seen so far; not in practice by other summoners, nor in her book of Demon Summoning. The markings were completely different, and not only that, it had not been painted or drawn. Instead, it was embedded into the floor itself, carved out of some ancient-looking stone that almost looked like it had been chiseled from the crystallization of evil incarnate, with the way it was radiating some dark, powerful energy. One such enigmatic array would be enough to boggle her mind, but there were far more, a few dozen, at least, just from the girl’s glossing gaze. She was at some sort of terminal nexus, where out from the other circles, Demons were popping into existence in rapid succession. Over the past month, ever since Angelica had become a Demon herself, she had seen plenty of her kind, but this blew it out of the steaming water. And one such Demon seemed to have actually taken an interest in her, posing the question about her human appearance. It was a small thing, at least from her current perspective. They were actually probably about the same height if she were her Imp self. But in terms of appearance, there was honestly no comparison. A giant eye, that was basically the Demon’s existence, for the most part, or it's certainly what drew her own eyes. Wrapped around that eye was a ring of flesh, similar to a standard open eyelid, but from there, the skin stretched out into a cone. It sort of looked like a fleshy cornucopia with an oversized eyeball stuffed into the open end. And with that mass of flesh, the stranger was slowly inching toward her like a worm. If