CHAPTER 139: A DATE WITH MY CUTE SHINSO VAMPIRE XVI

Adam looked down at the kneeling orc before him. His mind conquered by the power of Dominator.

Gorrmash kneeled before Adam, his eye no longer red, but gold the same color of his new lord.

Adam looked down at him, as he said.

"Raise your head thrall."

Gorrmash responded, his expression emotionless. The mind that once occupied this body was now gone. Deleted from existence, all the remains in the wake of this husk of an orc was the will to serve.

Seeing this Adam began to ponder.

"I wonder could I pheraphs, forge a new will in place of the former."

With that said, he looked at Gorrmash, and said.

"From now on your name is Lemris. In the Monster language it means loyalty. Your personality type would be warrior, stronger willed, and obedient. So tell me, who are you thrall?"

Lemris looked up to meet his master’s gaze, as he answered.

"I am Lemris my liege."

"Good."

Adam responded back clearly satisfied by his handy work.

"So tell me Lemris, how did you and other Demonic Orcs find yourself out here in the Dark Valley?"

Lemris looked on at his dearest master as he spoke everything he knew prior to his defeat by his great hands.

"I was sent six years ago... with seven other chieftains. Each of us given a mate to breed, to grow strong tribesman on the Frontline. And spread our numbers. It was Mother’s will. She spoke the Demon King’s command... Asmodeus, Lord of Lust. Upon his orders we are here."

’...Asmodeus?!’

He said inwardly, suprise by the mentioned of a Demon King. Out curiosity he inquired of him his origins, but never in a million years would Adam think there arrival to the Dark Valley was because of the Demon King.

For that reason he started to inquire more.

"And why would he do that?"

Adam asked Lemris, who had a serious look on his face as he began to explain.

"Lord of the Lustful Hell... a sly one, and an ambiguous King he is. One of the Three Demon Patreon Demon Kings...Trinity they call ’em. Only Lucifer stands higher than Asmodeus."

Lemris explain, and continued.

"Demons, we grow strong by feedin on souls. A soul as you may already know holds a person’s tale...their whole story. We take that story, make it part of us. That is how we rise up in the ranks."

"Asmodeus... he aims to slay the Overlord of Humanity, just like Lucifer tried and succeed. He thinks takin the soul blessed by the Divine Spirit of Benevolence will make him somethin greater. If he can twist that soul, corrupt it proper like Lucifer once did to become the Emperor of Hell... he’ll transcend. Might even become vastly stronger than Lucifer himself."

When Adam heard this, his eyes open up wide in suprise.

But just as he was about to asked more questions, a voice echoed behind him.

"You speak of the Demon King, and how he sent you to the frontlines. Tell me, orc... should I take this as confirmation? Is he preparing to spark another Demonic War against the human race?"

Lemris eyes shifted to Priscilla who appeared before Adam, now standing at his side.

As he responded.

"I answer not to you."

His reply was short, but right to the point. On the other hand Adam replied back to Lemris.

"You may speak Lemris."

As ye will, my lord...

Lemris dipped his head low, then turned toward the pale girl with narrowed eyes.

"And for the girl’s question...aye, Lord Asmodeus prepares for war with the humans. Six years now we’ve laid the roots in the enemies land."

"The Overlord already knows we’re here, but he don’t move. From what I’ve been told, Asmodeus tried to kill him, but failed, as he got hurled back into Hell for the trouble. As expected. No one can defeat the Overlord in his Domain."

Said Lemris, as his voice dropped, graver now than ever.

"So now Asmodeus sends more demons through, to taint the land overtime to make a personal domain. A demon is a peice of hell, and in hell Asmodeus has power the more the land soaked in demonic energy."

"...So that over time, his will spreads, till it drowns out the Overlord’s rule, and weakened his place of power."

Said Lemris, as he replies to Priscilla question. Hearing this Priscilla scoff ik annoyance as she said.

"Tch... You demons and your incessant warmongering...

She crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing with irritation.

"I couldn’t care less about the humans, but this world? It still has plenty the Monster World lacks. It would be a waste to let it all burn because of your petty kings ambitions."

"Well it’s not he could do anything about big sis, a grunt is a grunt. But still, I do see your point."

Adam replied back to Priscilla.

On the other hand, he looked back at Lemris and asked.

"That aside though, earlier you speak of someone named Mother. Who is this Mother you are referring to."

"He is likely referring to a Demonic Broodmother."

Priscilla said with folded arms, as her lip curled in distasteful smile.

"A Brood Mother, what the hell is that?"

Adam asked a little puzzled by the term.

To which Priscilla responded back, saying.

"They are a rare Lust-types demon’s that reproduce at an obscene rate. Vampires usually call them Hive Whores...crude, but accurate."

"High-ranking demons use them to mass-breed hybrids or even pure-blooded demons by the batch. A single Broodmother can churn out a small legion of one hundred thousand demonic beings in a year, all born fully grown too."

"Ewwww!!"

Adam replied a little gross out by the way Priscilla describe the Broodmothers.

Then and again, to give birth that much in just a year time was insane.

Priscilla seeing this merley said.

"They’re always breeding. Always getting bred. That’s what a Broodmother is, just a wet, pulsing factory for demon seed."

"Natural-born demons are the fastest way to build a war host. No waiting around for Hell to spit out a manifested spawn. Just wombs, cocks, and numbers."

Priscilla bluntly said.

On the other Lemris, nodded his head in agreement.

"Aye... that’s right...

"But Mother ain’t like the common breed. She one of six Royal Broodmothers, born with the King’s blood runnin through her."

"All of which are variant’s. Making them stronger, faster, and much more powerful than the typical by leaps and bonds. She don’t just birth armies, she clones herself, thousands at a time. And each clone? Thinks, fights, fucks, and breeds just like the real one."

Lemris explained, causing Priscilla to sneer in disgusted, as she shouted out aloud.

"Disgusting."

Her crimson eyes narrowing at the news.

A valid reaction, given how dire this situation could get if left unresolved.

"A self-replicating womb factory with royal privileges. Hell really knows how to pick its queens don’t they?"

This was indeed a valid statement.

For Broodmothers as rare as they are. Never uphold such high position in hell.

At best they are regarded as noble breeder, or strategic masters as the brood has will over their children’s mind.

It was not something, one can easily even reach, as they usually uses their offspring as personal guards, while they procreate to make more.

"Still... if she can churn out a warfront in a year, that could be a serious problem. The human emperor is strong, but I doubt they can fend off an army that large. Unless the ten families and their patriarch intervenes. Things are looking quite grim for the empire."

But the Broodmother, and potential second Demonic War aside, Adam turned his head as he returned back to his normal form and asked.

"So what now big sis?"

Adam asked, clueless as to what to do with this information.

Priscilla however just sighed and replied back saying.

"What do you mean, what now? Isn’t it obvious?"

Priscilla looked at Adam, speaking to him on their next course of action.

"We tell Minerva of course."

"Because if this overgrown sex gremlin is telling the truth, we don’t have the luxury of pretending anymore."

She paced a slow circle, eyes flicking toward the ruins of the orc altar like she could already see the consequences unraveling.

Adam on the other hand was confused.

"Pretend, I don’t get it, who is pretending."

"...I was going to explain more on this while we were here... But you passed out and other things came up... Anyways just listen to what I am about to tell you boy."

Adam just nodded in agreement, and listen to Priscilla’s explanation.

"You see the Hellsing name only matters in the human world today because we made it matter."

Priscilla said calmly as she tells the story of how the Hellsing family came to be in the Human World.

"Centuries ago, we plucked a promising little human girl out of obscurity, taught her the truths hidden beneath the world’s skin, dressed her up, and gave her power, eventually she became a noble because of use, but that is exactly what we wanted for her."

She tilted her head, a single golden curl falling across her cheek as she regarded Adam with lazy amusement.

"She founded the Hellsing House. She built the Supernatural Guild. And her noble family is know far and wide a household of powerful monster hunters, born from nothing but our convenience."

"Poetic, isn’t it?"

Priscilla asked, with an amused smile.

Her eyes settled on him as she grins away.

"We elevated a human to power and created a house that hunts our own... so we could carve out a place in the human world. Ensuring we have a level of power even when we are here."

Her smirk deepened, as the story continues.

"They’re are basically our mouth, our mask, our middlemen, our wallets, our eyes, ears, a power in this place. This household gave us reach, influence, and protection in a world that would never accept us outright. I mean humans literally hunt us for sports."

She waved a hand in a dismissive flick.

"And this was all Minerva’s idea, if you can even believe it. One of her better moments in life if you asked me. And thanks to it, the Shinso family has deep roots in the human world, which in turn gives us the same standing as well. Since we control the Hellsing family bloodline at conceptual level."