Survival Guide After Accidentally Kissing a Demon - Chapter 366

*She Learned the Truth at the Funeral*

Beili felt that she absolutely had to attend the God of Destiny’s funeral.

After all, the timing of the death was so suspiciously convenient that it was difficult not to wonder whether the God of Destiny’s fall had something to do with her.

“There…”

Our Demon Lord, however, was puzzled by something else.

“There should not be any exit from Hell to Heaven.”

After all, despite the painstaking efforts of Hell’s Demons over the ages, they had only ever managed to tear open rifts leading to the mortal world.

Heaven? Never.

To answer his question, Beili instinctively showed him the cluster of light in her hand.

“Ah…”

As the light floated above her fingertips, a dangerous edge entered Ashera’s smile.

“I knew this thing would provide you with a way to leave Hell.”

The corner of Beili’s mouth stiffened, and she silently shut it again.

Sometimes, one really could not blame our Demon Lord for being sensitive and suspicious.

In any case…

At first, Ashera refused to let her leave Hell to attend the funeral in Heaven.

“We are not going.”

His voice was gentle.

But his refusal was absolute.

It was only when Beili said, “I am not going alone. As my family, of course you have to come with me,” that our Demon Lord considered it for several seconds before reluctantly nodding.

Knowing that Heaven did not welcome Demons, the Demon Lord very considerately transformed himself into a little black lamb.

Beili crushed the cluster of light in her hand, and a golden rift instantly opened before them.

Holding the black lamb, she stepped through the golden rift and entered Heaven.

Thin mist blurred her surroundings, and golden light made everything seem dreamlike.

A group of children in all manner of strange forms gradually appeared in her sight, their noisy voices growing clearer along with them.

Beili herself had also taken on the form of a child.

Having recovered her memories as the God of Dreams, she had no particular reaction. This was an ancient tradition in Heaven: while here, every God had to assume the body of a child devoid of desire.

The black lamb in her arms, however, was seeing her like this for the first time.

“My dear little butterfly,” the black lamb said in a man’s amused voice, “you look adorable in this form…”

Before he finished speaking, several figures crowded around them.

“Oh, this is adorable!”

One of the Gods stared at the lamb in Beili’s arms and sighed in delight.

“How fascinating…”

“You carry the dark aura of Hell. Did you go there and catch a Demon to keep as a pet?”

One of the Gods lifted the six wings behind her and sniffed as they spoke.

“Come to think of it, though, Gods do not seem to be allowed to keep Demons. We are not even supposed to set foot in Hell if we can avoid it. So how did you manage this?”

Before Beili could answer, the black lamb in her arms laughed.

“Who is a pet?”

His tone was languid, his deep, rich voice gentle and pleased.

“We are husband and wife.”

“…”

Several Gods opened their mouths in unison, then fell silent in unison.

“He is right.”

Beili stood where she was and nodded.

But she could plainly tell that the Gods would sooner believe that both parties had beaten each other senseless in the process of turning a Demon into a pet and developed mental problems as a result than believe that a God and a Demon could fall in love.

After all, a revered God free of all desires could not possibly know romantic love.

Gods loved only themselves.

Just then…

【Only you remain, God of Dreams.】

A beam of light suddenly descended, parting the Gods gathered around her and returning them to their proper places.

It was just as Beili remembered.

Light had no shape and no expression. Light was simply a golden, faintly warm shaft of sunlight.

Beili sensed Light pause.

Then Light deliberately ignored the intensely evil Demon in her arms who had transformed into a black lamb. Only after sweeping over her from head to toe did Light remind her:

【Infuse your divine power into the God of Destiny’s remnant.】

Light did not interfere with any decision made by the Gods. Light was responsible only for nurturing Gods into true Gods.

Of course, Light was not the ruler of the Gods, either. In terms of its role, Light was more like their steward.

For that reason, an indescribable connection existed between Light and the Gods.

Just as it did now.

Light had spoken only two sentences, yet Beili had received everything.

That included the knowledge that, after the God of Destiny’s fall, Light needed to collect a wisp of divine power from every remaining God to discover both the cause of the fall and the place where the new God would be born.

A ragged fragment of spiderweb, thinner than paper, floated out of the beam of light and stopped before Beili.

It was the remnant left behind after the God of Destiny’s fall.

Beili nodded. A gray feather slipped from the wings behind her and transformed in the blink of an eye into a shimmering butterfly. It beat its wings, then merged lightly into the spiderweb.

Faint golden light filled her vision.

As flames spread through the divine temple like blood, a spiderweb silently wrapped around her.

In that instant, Beili learned the truth of the God of Destiny’s fall.

Upon glimpsing the fate of their own fall, even the God who controlled destiny had been unable to accept it calmly.

But destiny could not be reversed.

The God of Destiny understood this better than anyone, and so had chosen the indirect approach of using the God of Dreams to fight against destiny.

If the God of Dreams successfully rid herself of the Demon—if she and the Demon missed one another from then on and never fell in love—the God of Destiny would have succeeded in defying fate.

Unfortunately, the moment the God of Destiny lied and attempted to distort fate, distorted fate had already swept her into the abyss.

The price she paid still did nothing to change the destiny of her fall.

“So that was why the God of Destiny suddenly descended into my temple and warned me in advance that I would ‘lose my divine office because I fell in love with a Demon.’ It was a lie!”

Beili, who had finally seen the light and realized that she had been thoroughly used, spoke in a huff.

“That woman could not manipulate my decisions directly. She knew how terrifying the torrent of destiny was, and she did not dare come into direct contact with me.”

Beili continued, “That was why, when she appeared in the mortal world, she descended into Bertie Swan’s body!”

No wonder that woman had seemed to be using cheat codes.

By the time Beili finished saying all this, the former God of Destiny’s funeral had ended.

The Gods dispersed.

Light had also left Heaven and set out to find the new God of Destiny.

The rift torn open by the ring of light was not yet due to close, so Beili took Ashera with her and wandered aimlessly through Heaven.

Ashera remained unusually quiet as he listened to her complain.

Beili looked down at the silent black lamb in her arms. His golden slit pupils stared unfocused into the distance, as though he were lost in thought.

“What is wrong?” Beili stroked the black lamb’s head. “You have seemed distracted ever since the funeral ended.”

At her touch, he finally drew his wandering thoughts back.

He raised his fuzzy little head to look at her. His golden eyes remained still for a moment, as if he had not yet decided how to put his thoughts into words.

Beili was in no hurry.

“Look, the Heaven Tree.”

They had happened to reach the area near the Heaven Tree.

The Heaven Tree grew amid a thin, hazy white mist. The mist lay low upon the ground, and the tree’s roots gave off a faint, threadlike glow.

The Heaven Tree’s massive branches spread outward like a curtain.

Countless golden points of light clustered like wisteria blossoms and hung from the branching boughs.

“Those golden lights are all worlds created by the Gods.”

Beili explained as she walked beneath the Heaven Tree.

At the same time, as though answering her summons, a string of golden lights detached itself from a branch, drifted slowly downward, and hovered before her.

“This is the world I created.”

One of the golden lights expanded into a sphere of light.

The rest drifted back to the tree.

“Only this world is mine. The others are worlds left behind after the previous God of Dreams fell.”

Beili rarely tended even the world she had created herself, much less had the inclination to concern herself with worlds left behind by the previous God of Dreams.

That did not seem to prevent those worlds from continuing to exist.

The hazy golden glow across the surface of the sphere dispersed.

Within it, three people were chatting at ease.

“Is that you?”

The black lamb noticed the figure inside the sphere and asked the pointed question.

“No. That is the daughter of Winnie Constance and Osborne Constance, Bartholomew Constance,” Beili corrected him with precision.

“I thought you were still determined to be their daughter…”

The Demon Lord chuckled softly.

“After all, you have kept the gray hair and red eyes.”

Beili shook her head.

“Gods do not need parents in order to be born.”

She paused, her gaze settling gently on the figure in the sphere of light. “This is something I never had to begin with.”

The black lamb rubbed his head against her wrist.

“That is nothing. I do not have parents, either.”

The man’s voice carried amusement, and a note of comfort entered his tone.

“But we have each other.”