Chapter 234: Hunting The Dark Swine
The dark house.
This somber, but sacred place never had such a more intimidating stigma accompanying it. Even for a fierce hell knight such as Junk, everything had taken a different turn. He didn't see the dark church the same way he used to. Once he penetrated inside, he could feel that this was indeed where Lord Monsoon was waiting for him. If he was truly there, this would be his best and probably only opportunity to kill him.
The first place he went to within the dark church was the throne room. This part of the church was the one he for sure thought Lord Monsoon would be in. After all, the throne room was exactly where the throne was. Someone as power hungry as Monsoon would definitely want to go ahead and sit on that throne, but no… To his surprise, he wasn't there at all. Junk investigated the rest of the throne room, but still didn't find anything here. Which brought him to search other rooms in the church. He kept searching…
The first clue he would find was in some sort of office, which was located on the upper level of the church. This office or study room was entirely filled with different books and grimoires. This was the very first time he'd ever seen this unique room. Yet, Junk did remember hearing about it once or twice. The one who did mention this room to him was no other than September Autumn herself. It was a long time ago, back when his Witch Queen was still at war with the other Witch Queen: Her sister. Junk could still remember September mentioning the fact that the books that were in this room were… Holding a lot of dangerous powers, to say the least, on top of being demonic and some of them cursed even.
Well, that part wasn't exactly certain to be true, that was just September's words we were talking about here, but at the end of the day, she was still a witch. And a powerful one at that. She probably knew what she was talking about. Probably… Or she rather most certainly knew what she was talking about. This meant that Junk had to be most careful in this room. He couldn't just rush in there, storming and stomping everything on all the piles of magic books that were lying around a little all over the office. This would totally mean bad news for him.
Finally, the first clue he found of Lord Monsoon's presence was the fact that he discovered footprints in here between the piles of books. Footprints that were dark and murky, which mainly consisted of mud from the forest surrounding the witch village. Footprints that could only belong to someone such as Monsoon. The footprints were the ones of a pig or a boar. And to Junk's recollection, he didn't exactly encounter a lot of pigs and boars in the witch village thus far.
None, to be exact. There was only Lord Monsoon. However, one thing did don on him…
Why am I only seeing his fucking footprints here in this room, but not elsewhere in the church? It doesn't make any sense… Junk asked himself at the moment he discovered the footprints in the study room. Perhaps Lord Monsoon's footprints were only visible in her because he teleported here instead of walking through the front door.
He thought about it for a while longer before shrugging his shoulders and following Monsoon's footprints deeper into the study room until he unearthed something else… This time, he discovered a hole in the office. And not any kind of hole: He discovered a portal that had recently (most-likely) been opened up. The hole or the portal was on the wall behind a row of bookshelves, which had been moved to the side, revealing the hole in the wall.
"What the hell is that now?" He asked himself out loud.
"Dare to come through the vortex and I will then unveil you my secrets…" A voice, which partially sounded familiar, could suddenly be heard on the outside of this portal. The magical hole, which was of a beautiful orange color, constantly moving in a sparkling spiral, was truly reminded the demon knight of the Season the province he was in represented. It kept glowing in his face.
"Um? Why the hell would I do something like that?" This demon knight might have been a brutal and, honestly, quite of a reckless force, which didn't think twice about important decisions, but this was different. The lives of the two horny sluts he enjoyed fucking the most were at risk here.
Not forgetting to mention that the entire village was in danger right now. And it had only barely been a day since he was put in charge of the village as the defender around here. That didn't look too good. Plus, there was also April, the elvish ranger, who he wasn't too sure about her whereabouts at the moment. He still needed to find her. She could possibly help him in defeating Lord Monsoon, his nemesis. So, in conclusion, the concept behind this portal totally sounded like another adventure he wasn't supposed to be part of right now. This wasn't for him…
"This is the only hope the pair of Witch Queens still have left—" This took Junk by surprise. The voice, which sounded familiar to him, without being able to put a finger on who it was, finally gave him something that he was deeply interested in: The key to save the Witch Queens and the rest of the village. Now, he was concerned by what the woman's voice said to him.
He smirked.
"—Say no more—you had me at saving the Witch Queens! Let's go!" Abruptly interrupting the voice from the vortex, the demon knight charged at it and jumped right into it. Using it to instantly and magically transport to another place, another world. The voice was still trying to communicate with him as he dashed through the vortex and, unfortunately, could no longer hear what it was telling him. He did hear a couple of words as he passed through the magical hole in the wall. It didn't exactly make any sense to him, but he thought he understood the voice telling him that something awful was happening on the other side of the portal…
He didn't know what it was.
The voice didn't have enough time to tell him…