[Note: I realized that I made a mistake with Lucille's status on Chapter 25, which I changed from x5 to x3, which was going to be properly explained in later chapters but i will do something so you will remember. Anyway enjoy, and would like to hear from you.]
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Lucy stood in front of Caelen before he even noticed her approach. Her speed hadn't dulled. Her eyes — glowing faintly red under the frost-white fringe of her hair — locked onto his, cold but no longer furious. Her voice, though void of warmth, was calm and strangely melodic.
"Hi."
Caelen blinked, surprised. From a distance, she hadn't looked like a succubus, and even now, something about her presence was different. She felt cold… but not hostile.
He smiled, gently. "Hey Lucy, you know I didn't want us to meet like this.And I really must apologize for all of this, honestly."
Lucy tilted her head. "Why are you apologizing? I should be."
That threw Caelen off. "What? Why do you say that?"
"I dragged you into this mess. But don't worry yourself, even if I have to use force, I'll drag you out… and kill these bastards for dragging us into this." Her gaze shifted to Emma.
The air dropped. A chill swept over them. Caelen instinctively stepped closer to Lucy, his voice steady. "Look, she did nothing wrong, okay? She's just like you. Someone who was turned by without being asked, okay?"
"You know something like that?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah. I'll tell you everything. But after the boss fight. Deal?"
She turned away sharply, walking a few steps toward the looming door. "I'm sick of waiting. For whatever this shit is. And this whole thing, the more I think about it, is getting me mad."
She turned her head halfway back to him, red eyes narrowed. "Caelen! Tell me. Now."
Caelen didn't budge. "After the fight."
Before she could react, Emma stepped forward, gently pulling Caelen behind her. "You heard him. Don't be so impatient."
Lucy's lips twitched. "Impatient? Impatient? I've been in this dungeon for hours, killing monsters left and right."
Emma didn't flinch. "You act like you chose to be here."
Lucy's energy spiked. Her jaw tightened. Caelen stepped between them again, hands raised. "Hey. Just save the anger for the boss, yeah? Let it out where it counts."
Lucy scoffed, turned, and marched toward the dungeon door.
Caelen exhaled, then gave Emma a glance. "Let's go."
They caught up to Lucy in front of the door. Just before they opened it, she paused, looking at Emma again. "I don't know why, but you look familiar. Who are you? You also feel… familiar."
Emma hesitated, then said her name.
Lucy didn't respond. She pushed the door open, then glanced back. "So it was you, you two are also dating?"
It wasn't a question.
"So there's no way you didn't know, and somehow you know what is going on," she added flatly.
Caelen nodded. "I do."
Lucy's shoulders sank. "Then I was dragged here, using you who somehow know what's going on. After this, I want to know everything."
They entered the boss's room.
It was massive. Cold. The walls were lined with cracked stone, glowing faintly blue. Ahead, five large, creamy-white blocks floated — separate, but twitching. As they stepped closer, Lucy's voice came sharp:
"Stop."
They obeyed.
The blocks rattled, then violently slammed together. The room shook. Limbs formed. A torso. A head. In seconds, a full figure loomed before them — massive, muscular, stitched from marble and glowing veins.
"A golem," Lucy muttered. "These usually show up on Floor 30. Maybe 40."
Caelen blinked. "What? That's insane—"
He readied his stance, trying to summon his transformation. Nothing. Emma's face was grim as she shook her head. He gritted his teeth.
"Then I'm fighting with you."
Lucy turned, surprised. "You'll die."
Emma's voice cut in, calm. "We've got it. Cover us if anything slips past."
Caelen stepped back, finding a corner to keep watch from. He hated it — standing still while they fought — but trusted them both.
The two women stepped forward.
The golem opened its glowing red eyes. Strange blue runes pulsed along its arms and legs. Its fists tightened.
Lucy narrowed her gaze.
Lucy didn't waste time.
Without a word, she surged forward — snow exploding under her boots, breath misting. Emma followed instantly, chains of light unraveling from her fingertips like serpents. They struck fast, wrapping tight around the golem's arms and torso. The creature froze mid-step, its weight cracking the tiles beneath it.
Lucy's extended blade — a jagged construct of sharpened frost — shot forward like a spear. It pierced clean through the golem's surface, but only shallowly. A ripple ran across the creature's stone body, and the ice blade shattered on contact.
Caelen, watching from the far side of the room, narrowed his eyes.
"That should've pierced all the way."
He opened his status window again, quickly checking the girls' numbers — first Lucy's, then Emma's.
Lucille - Status (Demon Form x3) – Overall
Intelligence: 45 (135)
Strength: 52 (156)
Agility: 63 (189)
Endurance: 70 (210)
Resistance: 46 (138)
Demon Count: 10 000
[Emma - Status (Demon Form x5 Overall]
Intelligence: 27 → (135)
Strength: 32 → (160)
Agility: 29 → (145)
Endurance: 27 → (135)
Resistance: 30 → (150)
DDM Count: 3000
"Her stats improved," he muttered. "I remember it being 2000 before. Damn."Still… even with the x5 boost from our bond together, Lucy is still that close. She will be much stronger if she becomes 100% with the link skill.
But the boss wasn't acting like a floor 10 enemy. That strike should've punctured clean through.
Lucy backed off, raising both arms and sending out a barrage of freezing shards. They hit the golem's frame, coating its legs and anchoring it in place. Still, no real damage. She clenched her jaw, breath shallow.
"This solid defense…" she whispered to herself, "my ice is not very useful in this type of boss unless I freeze the whole thing, but it will not die since it is not alive."
Emma didn't wait for a plan.
The girls shifted strategies. Emma's chains tightened, pinning the golem in place, while Lucy struck from the side. Ice crawled up the golem's legs and hips, locking it further. Emma backed off slightly and began chanting — glyphs circling her arms. Light converged in the air.
She unleashed her spell.
She stepped forward, eyes sharp, magic swelling. Her hands rose — and from above, dozens of glowing "needles" began to descend. But they weren't needles.
They were jagged, spear-like rods, shaped more like glass daggers. They, and this time, the damage was real. The golem's left arm was damaged from the impact.
What came wasn't a needle. It was a barrage of pure light with concentrated demonic light javelins, arcing toward the golem. They struck hard and pierced deep one severed and exploded its arm at the shoulder.
Lucy reacted fast, freezing the exposed limb so it wouldn't regenerate.
Again, Emma cast.
Again, a limb was lost.
They repeated the pattern, trap, pierce, freeze. Over and over. The golem became dented, warped, and misshapen. Its limbs shortened. Its surface cracked. Its core began pulsing red through the fractures in its stone shell.
But just as they pushed harder, something snapped.
Lucy dropped to one knee.
But something was wrong.
Lucy coughed.
A harsh sound — wet, broken.
"Lucy?!" Caelen called out, alarmed.
She staggered slightly, one hand pressed to her mouth. Red leaked between her fingers, but it wasn't ordinary blood. It was darker — almost black, with faint violet shimmer.
Caelen's breath caught. "Shit... that's not normal."
The golem's one remaining eye flared. A red beam shot forward with no charge-up. Fast. Sudden.
Then — flash.
Emma, only react.
Her body trembled.
Emma, who was not targeted, turned mid-cast just as the golem's chest lit up.
She didn't think — she threw herself into the path, twisting her body mid-air to take the hit at an angle. It seared through her thigh and out the other side. She gritted her teeth, managing not to scream, and the light chains didn't drop.
Lucy raised a wall of ice on her chest, and the beam struck just seconds later, not even cracking the shield, and avoided bruising her ribs and chest. She held.
Emma was down for just a bit. Lucy was bleeding from the mouth a bit and she tries to wipe off the blood.
Caelen, who saw this, clenched his fists from across the room, torn between acting and holding back.
Then just gave in, and all was heard in the quiet, huge room was a thunder.
A sharp, ripping crack split the air like the sky itself had torn open.
Both girls turned toward the source, believing and knowing that Caelen was attempting something as they checked the corner of the room.
But no one was there.
Another sound followed: a sharp thud.
The sound of something landing heavily.
They turned back — and froze.
A massive hole was torn through its chest, clean and precise.
A figure stood behind it — shirt torn, hair wild, black lightning faintly visible across his arms. A long sword was buried into the golem's back, humming with dark lightning. Sparks danced up the blade, along the arm, over his shoulder.
Lightning crackled around his arm, legs, torso, and body — black and purple, dancing violently along the edge of his blade.
The golem groaned, crumbled, and shattered into dust.
The figure pulled his sword free, letting the lightning fade off his body like smoke. His head turned, revealing familiar silver hair, glowing red eyes, and a calm face, now hard to read.
Emma's mouth parted slightly. "When did you…?"
Lucy's heart dropped.
She looked at him, and back at the dust, and back again.
Lucy's eyes widened. Her lips moved before her mind caught up.
"...Silver-haired demon…"
The figure turned, stepping forward through the dust cloud. His silver-white hair shone faintly in the dim glow. His shirt was still torn, revealing magic marks still etched across his chest.
Her eyes scanned the torn shirt, the faint markings on his skin, and the red glow that still hadn't faded from his irises.
Lucy's body froze. Her thoughts raced.
The dungeon and everything that seemed strange…It all clicked.
"You..." she said quietly.
Caelen looked at her, his voice calm but steady. "Yes."
[Hope you like the story and drop a comment and tell me what you like about it or anything you wished was different.]