Demonic System: Harem in Medieval World

18. Lost Consciousness

Arwen and Francesca couldn’t believe what Devon just blurted out of his mouth. They looked at each other to confirm their confusion.

“Devon, are you out of your mind? It’s way too early for you to take this beast down!” opposed Francesca. “I have to admit that you’re a fast learner when you successfully hunted the hares before, but this is a bear we’re facing!”

“Yeah, Bro Devon! Not to mention, this is not your regular bear, but a Sea Bear!” warned Arwen who seemed nervous to see that giant grizzly with greenish fur. “It’s like an urban legend here in this forest!”

Devon frowned to hear Arwen’s explanation. Something didn’t sit well with him.

“A Sea Bear? But we’re in the forest!” argued Devon, trying to find the logic in his elf friend’s statement.

GROWL!

Their banter was rudely interrupted by the bear who charged at Devon. Perhaps that furry beast was offended for being ignored by his potential preys. With another stroke of luck, Devon managed to evade by a hair’s breadth.

“I also have no idea why he’s named like that! People have been talking about him for ages to the point he was considered a myth!” said Arwen again. “But that mossy fur, it fits perfectly with the description of the legendary Sea Bear!”

As the bear was taking a momentary pause from his previous attack, Arwen looked at Devon carefully before she finally figured the trigger that summoned the Sea Bear to them.

“Bro Devon, it must be your clothes! Yeah, you wore it inside out!” pointed Arwen at the garment that Devon was wearing. “The legend says that if you’re wandering in this forest with incorrectly worn attire, you will provoke the Sea Bear!”

“Huh? What kind of nonsense is that?” Even Francesca was stunned to hear that stupid reason. “But certainly he has been targeting only Devon since the beginning.”

ROAR!!

From the looks of it, the Sea Bear didn’t really like his myth to be questioned. He rushed towards Devon again. Luck couldn’t appear all the time as no matter how fast Devon reacted, still he wasn’t in time to be perfectly safe from the bear’s charge which managed to graze his torso and tore the most part of his garment he was wearing.

“Ouch! He got me! Man down!” cried Devon rolling on the ground. “Arwen, will things get better if I remove my inside out clothes?”

“I’m afraid the myth says nothing about that, Bro Devon! But you’re welcome to try, I’ll make sure to update this urban legend with the battle data you provided!” replied Arwen.

“Tch! Fran, lend me your dagger!” requested Devon to Francesca. As nervous as she was, Francesca still managed to respond to that order timely, throwing her dagger to the ground near the place Devon was lying down. Swiftly Devon cut her upper robe, exposing his well-built chest, followed by the curious whistles of the elf and the flustered expression of the huntress.

“Now what, Teddy Bear? Still want to come and get some?” provoked Devon while pointing out the dagger to the bear. The beast seemed a little bit bewildered, before eventually stood up and roared even louder than before.

“I guess we can scratch tearing down your incorrectly worn clothes as a failure countermeasure, Bro Devon!” reported Arwen from afar. “Our best chance is escape now!”

“I can’t have that! I will defeat this bear right here, right now!” declared Devon full of confidence although he was as unsure as his two female companions about his chance to take this grizzly down.

“Dev, don’t be careless! He’s not a foe that a newbie hunter like you can slay!” reprimanded Francesca. “You’re a hundred years too early to have a go at him!”

“I know, but I have to,” uttered Devon while preparing his stance. “Otherwise, something far more sinister than this teddy will visit this forest.”

Francesca and Arwen frowned at the exact same time when they heard Devon’s cryptic message that they couldn’t fathom.

GROWL!

Another charge from the bear, but this time Devon was more prepared than ever. He waited until their distance was close enough, evading in time and successfully landed a stab in the bear’s side part of the body. The bear whimpered and stopped in his track but instead of falling down for the pain, he swiped his left paw as a counter attack.

“Watch out, Dev!” shouted Francesca, preparing her bow and arrow at the same time.

Devon saw through that attack but his body was still not used to the heat of the hunt, slowing down his reaction time. Dodging was out of the question so all he could hope for was to cross his arms in front of him to at least minimize the impact.

“It’s going to be painful,” mumbled Devon a moment before the bear’s right hook hurled him away to the tree bark behind him, knocking him unconscious.

“Hmm? Did someone say unconscious?”

It’s been a while for the demons inside Devon to show up. Due to overexerting their power in their last amok in the village, they were somehow having a little bit of problem to interact with their host.

“Looks like that, Belphie. Our homeboy got wrecked again, it seems,” replied Satan among the whispers and chattering of other demons. “But let’s not be reckless this time, you guys hear me? It will only cause us trouble in the end if we gangbang this cherry boy, so from now on, we will take turns possessing him. We will decide it with…”

“I’m too lazy for whatever you’re cooking, Satan. I will take my turn first,” decided Belphegor even before Satan could finish his sentence. A moment afterwards, Devon stood up with his body infused by Belphegor’s power.

“It feels great not to share this mortal with those brutes,” said Belphegor who controlled Devon’s body now. He began to stretch his arms and warming up to get used with the movements, completely oblivious of the impending threat behind him.

ROARRR!!

“I really hate the sound of chirping birds when I wake up,” mumbled Belphegor nonchalantly while waving his hand gently at the direction of the noise. An invisible shockwave slashed through the bear, slicing him in half. “Oh, was it Winnie the Pooh? Meh, no matter either way.”

The poor bear wasn’t the only victim. The shockwave was still going strong even after punishing the beast, obliterating the trees and bushes behind him. Arwen and Francesca were just lucky not to be in the line of that attack.

“Sis Fran, was Devon always this powerful?” asked Arwen with a paralyzing fear in her tone. “I’m somehow scared.”

“I can assure you he is not Devon,” replied Francesca while taking a defensive stance. “Prepare for the worst, we need to stop him here.”

Indolently Belphegor’s sight finally caught the sight of his next targets. With a slothful sight, he started to walk toward the frightened duo.