Anything to Survive in Hell: From Weakling to Tyrant-Chapter 14 Weak demons are weeded out

The Demon King Descent Festival had ended, and Overlord Elara Noctis Belial returned to her palace.

Son of a bitches!

The profanity still rang vividly in her ears.

"Haah."

It was an absurd incident, but the ritual had been incredibly noisy. Almost no demon had heard it.

Though it had shrunk compared to before, a dimensional gate was still a dimensional gate. As it distorted dimensions and space to create a passage to almost another world, ether surged and loud noise erupted.

Unless one was a considerably strong demon, there was no way they could have heard that dying scream. Of course, the Hell overlords and their retinues had all been present at the ritual site.

"Truly so self-willed."

A sigh escaped her.

Such a child was a first.

"A wayward child. Their thoughts are immature."

He doesn’t listen.

He even got angry at her. For one of her children to get angry at her... it was a first. An impossible thing.

Knull has no absolute loyalty.

Though it occasionally happens that children born into the slave class attempt escape, those children don’t truly desire rebellion. If she shows them this Mother’s face and speaks to them directly, they show blind loyalty again and return to their place.

Even if they might harbor different thoughts when far away, their loyalty recovers when they draw near again.

Thus, beings who could be fully trusted.

The only allies in this Hell.

Her children should be such beings.

"...A first."

A first experience.

That’s why she’s concerned. Because there had never been a child who defied her until now, she was even more concerned.

Why?

Why could he defy this Mother? She was simply puzzled. Was it because Knull was special? Was it because he lacked common sense due to not having learned the language till his later phase?

She had dismissed it as trivial, but it might be a serious matter.

What if more such children were born?

What if her domination over her children weakened?

One of her absolute strengths would weaken. This needed to be investigated... As she thought such thoughts, a stifling feeling arose in her breast.

"To get so angry at this Mother."

It was a wound.

She had even gone to meet the immature and childish Knull one last time out of pity, but she hadn’t expected to hear such words. Not a true child? Was he that angry?

Should she have appeased him more, taken care of him more?

"...No."

Of course she wouldn’t do that.

Though Knull’s angry face remained in her heart... that didn’t mean she would give him special treatment.

If he lacked ability, she would simply cast him aside.

If Knull had been a little stronger, she would have sent him to the front line. Even now, countless children are fighting with angels, and with other demons. And with monsters. Troops are always needed. She deploys and expends the lives of her children as needed.

Because that was natural.

In Hell, everyone, no matter who, must always struggle. Sending a child lacking in ability to the Descent Festival? That could be said to be the most appropriate use.

Weak demons are weeded out.

Even if they were her own children, that fact wouldn’t change. Demons are beings who struggle. Only the strong demons survive.

Elara had lived that way.

Thinking of the children who were expended and died on the front line, her heart ached. They were so pitiful. Yet she never chose or decided based on emotion. She was a Hell overlord. The supreme ruler of the Belial territory, and an absolute dominator.

The moment she prioritized emotions, all the children in the territory would fall into danger. She could never allow that.

"..."

Elara’s gaze fell downward.

She stroked her lower abdomen.

She knew she was giving harsh orders to her children. But even so, she clearly considered these children her own.

Elara thought so.

"Knull... will he do well?"

May he show results.

May he prove his usefulness to this Mother.

It was while she was thinking such thoughts.

The emergency crystal ball she had placed nearby blazed up.

"Come in."

Pa-at!

The flames that blazed from the crystal ball transformed into the shape of a burning demon. The demon, having gained form, knelt on one knee and bowed its head.

"What happened?"

"Overlord Elara! As General Karla predicted, Heaven’s Divine Beast Dragon has been deployed! The Azure Dragon Divine Beast, currently deployed on the foremost front line, has destroyed the hidden sealstone and stolen information!"

"Hmph."

Since the sealstone’s location had been exposed, its destruction was only a matter of time. It was located on the foremost front line. It had to be abandoned.

"What are the angel-side casualties?"

"Excluding the archangels used as fuel for the Azure Dragon Divine Beast... none!"

Thereafter, the messenger submitted a detailed report.

"You’ve worked hard. You may return now."

"Yes!"

Heaven.

Radical and violent fundamentalists.

Heaven, immediately after seizing control of the Celestial Realm, waged total war on Hell, revealing their greedy ambition to dominate the Mortal Realm.

The Celestial Realm, like Hell, was also in a situation where it couldn’t greatly interfere with the Mortal Realm, but if the sealstone was destroyed, the story changes.

They would be able to mimic the demons’ Descent Ritual. And the beings of the Mortal Realm have historically been favorable towards angels.

"...Tsk."

Duke Ozvalka’s failure was bitter. His failure exposed the sealstone’s location.

Elara rose from her seat.

Emotions that had faded for a while surged. In such a state she wouldn’t be able to judge and act calmly, so today she would suspend all other duties.

She intended to relieve her stress.

The clothes she was wearing slipped off by themselves.

A voluptuous figure. Fatal beauty. Elara had inherited exactly half the blood of the succubus, the most beautiful species in Hell, yet her beauty was such that even a succubus queen would concede a step.

Naked, Elara opened the gate leading to her room and immediately headed for her bed.

"Haah... Haah..."

Her body grew hot. A scorching heat, spreading from her lower abdomen, enveloped her entire body.

"H-Heeut... Eut, eueut...!"

Her face flushed with arousal.

Overlord Elara, letting out moans filled with ecstasy, laboriously crawled across her wide bed. As she crawled, her vulgarly large buttocks swayed from side to side. Her breasts, too, jiggled obscenely.

"Heeut...!"

Even with that light stimulation, moans leaked out little by little. This was because, due to her surging emotions, she felt an even more intense pleasure than usual.

"Huk!"

Her hips trembled, and her head filled with a single thought.

Drip. Drip.

Love nectar, flowing down her thighs, soaked the bed sheet... A moment no one could see. And one she had never shown to anyone. The overlord’s own time. She unleashed the instincts inherent in the succubus blood flowing through her body.

The moment her finger touched her swollen genitals, engorged with arousal, a pure white explosion erupted in her head.

"Ah, aaht...! Hweueueueut!"

Each light stroke of her hand sent a tingling pleasure piercing through her entire body. Even Elara, the great overlord of Hell, could not resist that stimulation. As her self-control vanished, she gradually became a slave to her sexual desire.

Squelch Squelch Squelch!...

She rubbed and pressed without mercy. Elara, who bore the epithet "Cruel Overlord," was now steeped in pleasure, tormenting and severely stimulating her own genitals as if inflicting corporal punishment upon herself.

"Heeut, eughhh!"

Climax.

Soon, a fatally large and prolonged pleasure mercilessly slashed at the overlord’s genitals. Her waist arched, and her entire body trembled. The pleasure was so overwhelming that she couldn’t even properly utter a moan.

She could feel it simultaneously.

That, along with the climax, eggs explosively generated in her ovaries were heading toward her womb in sequence. The tiny eggs that arrived in her womb then absorbed her surging ether and expanded.

"Ha-eueut!"

Pleasure that felt like her waist would break. A pleasure that even the immensely powerful body of a Hell overlord could not resist.

"Come out, now come out...!"

The small marble size egg, stimulating the overlord’s vagina, exited outwards. It was a maddening stimulation. Elara, having laid a single egg, could no longer maintain her sanity.

"Aahhng, aaang! Aeuhk, heuaaang!"

Her beautiful and voluptuous female body writhed, maddened by pleasure. Lost in a frenzy of maddening pleasure, she bucked her buttocks, soaked the bed with gushing love nectar, and filled the room with the aphrodisiac scent seeping from her skin.

Her breasts, swollen as if about to burst, violently shook and changed shape. As her body twisted, her breasts were pressed against the bed and rubbed, and soon breast milk burst from her nipples.

Even amidst this, eggs were ceaselessly generated. The overlord, supporting one of her breasts with a hand, sucked her own nipple, and with her other hand she pressed her clitoris, continuing to lay eggs.

Eggs.

Eggs, generated by the combination of her own eggs and surging ether. It was impossible to control this series of processes.

The eggs were completely transformed by the vast and profound ether of a Hell overlord. Into something even she couldn’t fully comprehend.

It was only natural that the beings born from such transformed eggs had so little in common with her.

Moreover, the eggs she laid would absorb and contain the ether present everywhere in Hell, growing larger. While she sometimes directly imbued special eggs with ether, most eggs grew and hatched that way.

This instinctive egg-generating ability was coveted by all the renowned sorcerers of Hell.

Homunculi.

In the past, countless sorcerers who desired to create perfect homunculi had always attacked her, and Elara had cruelly torn them all to death.

Tearing them to death, and devouring their hearts. She destroyed the sorcerers’ cities and laid out evidence of massacres. It was a time when she could not tolerate even a single defeat because she lacked power.

Knowing what would happen the moment she lost, she was always excessively cruel, and thus, an object of terror. Countless demons died simply for supporting the sorcerers.

Yet she never suffered a single defeat.

For even the Hell overlord of that time was torn apart and defeated by Elara’s hand.

"Kyahhh! Ahhh! Eughh...! Aaang!"

The Cruel Overlord.

She absolutely loved laying eggs.