Mind Demon's Path of Domination

Day of the attack, early morning.

Lumla Shur considered herself a powerful woman. The reason was simple. She had hands that could bend iron like paper, her kicks could make walls tumble down. The power of an A-rank Hunter was no joke--she ruled a part of the world.

Not to mention--nobody could lie to her. Not against her ability.

Lumla touched the demon mask on her face and looked up at the sky, it was a calm morning. The sun was peaking up from the horizon and the birds were chirping in the background. Mere meters in front of her, the veil that separated the world within the mega-dungeon and the world outside it stood without so much as a ripple.

Behind her, the two others of her faction--Wind and Blood--stood silently. They were her slaves, nobody knew that about them. Her family had trained them since their birth and they didn't know what being not-a-slave was like.

Lumla frowned.

"They would be here in some minutes," she said.

"Yes, young miss, the other Hunters will be here in some minutes," Wind and Blood said simultaneously.

"Do you think I can do this?" she asked eerily.

"The odds are on our side, Young Miss. We surely can," said Blood.

Nodding to herself, Lumla didn't waste any time and walked into the Mega-Dungeon. Within ten steps of entering, a snake crawled towards her--a demonling, a fine sacrifice for a fine day's start.

Blood moved to stand in front of her and clutched his palm at the snake. Green blood began to leak out of its pores and knowing her tastes, Blood savagely raised up the snake and tore its body in a shower of gore.

She nodded. Blood Control. Her slave, Blood, could control the blood of others. But the stronger the creature he tried to control the blood of, the more exhausted he would be--and to use it well, he had to have a body stronger than the target.

"Wind," she called.

Her slave Wind ran towards her, caught both her and Blood in his armpits, and began running with a speed that she herself could barely make out. While on the run toward the center of the mega-dungeon, she began thinking.

Days ago, no, now, it was months ago. Months ago, she had come here with these two. That was an especially dark night. She had been truly cocky then. With these two, she entered the depths of the dungeon and came face-to-face with... that. That monster.

The Boss. The Cacique, her native tongue called it. But fine, she herself didn't talk in her old tongue anymore--even though she still practiced the art of eating human flesh to this very day. She had grown up eating that, how could she stop the craving now?

Now when she had become so strong and capable of having whatever she desired. Never. The flesh was hers to eat, humans her to lord over. Cacique, her pet to be had.

The moment when she met the Cacique, the Boss, flashed through her mind.

"The Cacique couldn't resist my ability either, it told me the truth when I asked for it," she said, a proud glint under her demon mask. "Only I. Only I know where it hid that. It told me where it hid THAT. Right, Blood, Wind?"

"Yes, Young miss. Only you know."

She laughed derangedly. "The mega-dungeon is so vast. SO. SO VAST. It's bigger than the old Country Q now, it's a whole two nations compared--nearly. Yet, it is like all the other dungeons in this world, too.

Like all dungeons, it, too, will have a Dungeon Core."

And she knew where it was. The Boss, the Cacique, had told it to her.

She knew where the Dungeon Core of the mega-dungeon was!

And if she got her hands on it, she could enslave the Cacique to her will.

The deranged woman laughed. "That bastard Hanmo and that wench Yamuna. They both will suffer in my own hands, I'll eat him well. Yamuna will be thrown to the dogs naked. But for all of that to work, I--I--I need to get my hands on the Dungeon Core and enslave the Boss. Right? Right?"

Her men nodded. Blood said, "We know where it is, we know how to get it. We just need the Cacique to be distracted, Young Miss. And isn't that why we have all these Hunters working so hard for us?"

Lumla suddenly seemed to have cleared the haze off of her mind and took a deep breath.

"KILL!" She growled. "While the others are busy, take a slow backseat and immediately take the Dungeon Core for ourselves. When you get it, we will immediately dominate the battlefield with the Boss on our side. Don't worry about the contract, us stealing the core and enslaving the Cacique is a good job according to our agreement."

The moment she gets her hands on the core, she will become the goddess of the Hunter World. She wouldn't let the Cacique stop expanding its Dungeon--she'll help it expand it.

Suddenly, a demonling with a human shape and blue skin jumped at her. It looked faintly human. This time, Blood didn't even have to make a move. She violently got out of Blood's hold and threw herself at the demon. Her mouth sank into the demon's neck and she began to chew.

Crunch.

The demon screamed. It was music to her ears.

She took a bunch more bites and then raised the motionless corpse of the demon into the air. Blood fell like a bucket over her head and she bathed in the green liquid.

The demonic mask on her face had an eerie smile carved on it.

"Such freedom. I love it. Love it."

She then turned with a frown to look at the sky.

"A helicopter," she said, coldness to her tone. "The other Hunters must be inside it. Behave as if we don't know anything more than they do--this world is ours."

The helicopter moved into the mega-dungeon and soon blew past them, they didn't mind and began running on their own. They were fast with Wind's ability--Wind could run as fast as the wind. That was why she named him that in the first place.

Demon blood dripped down her hair, down her mask.

"Cacique, my Cacique, I am coming!" she muttered.