Dungeon Ni Deai Novels & Stories

"We need to get there fast. Before anything happens to them." He quickly left a note for Andreas. After giving Whitney and the others a few brief instructions, he rushed off with Nina toward Mount Didrake. They reached the northern outskirts in under half an hour. Approaching from the northwest side, they plunged into the mountain and searched for a fairly long time before discovering an extremely strange Dainist temple. In the center of the temple stood a middle-aged man dressed in Dainist robes. His eyebrows were snowy white and so long that they reached his shoulders.

This is the dungeon, it was built by Diego’s father, Raphael Fernandez but modified by Diego, the Devil. It used to have just a bared Steel exit with tiny slits but now the steel bar contains motion sensor that shoot up electric currents upon touch so the thought of escaping might be dangerous. I can hardly move without touching those steel bars and getting electrocuted. I stayed in one position, I did not have a choice, I have to survive this somehow.

Aeris eyes were big. "Is there no castle with a dungeon silly" Davis scoffed now walking through a very dark hallway. "Hey am Tharros sacrifice, don't call me silly" Aeris squinted, warning. "It's that even a thing to be proud about" Davis rolled his eyes. "it's something that makes me special here and treated nicely so, yes it is" Aeris said as they finally got to the dungeon. Davis opened the big dungeon door and the stench that came out didn't waste time in making Aeris puke.

It was one of the tricks he learned while he was in the well. Nioob insisted on not disturbing the dead. Since the walls of the catacombs were actually shelves filled with the remains of dead dwarves, Nio couldn’t just tear down everything in front of him. He took off his boot and reached into his sock, pulling out a small parchment containing a map of the catacombs. Without it he would be completely lost. The catacombs were a labyrinth of corridors, rooms, and dead ends. Fortunately, his pursuers will have the same problem. And they didn't have a map.

My fingers curled into fists. “We’re running out of time.” Draven nodded once. “We need to get inside before sunrise.” Darius scanned the walls carefully. “There’s a drainage tunnel under the east side of the compound,” he said. “Used to connect to the old dungeons.” Draven looked at him. “You’re sure?” “Pretty sure.” “That’s not reassuring.” Darius smirked slightly. “When has anything about tonight been reassuring?” I looked back at the packhouse, the towering walls, the guards pacing along the battlements, and the wooden platform rising slowly in the center of the courtyard.

They sat at the table, digging into the meal; fluffy eggs, crispy bacon, and toasted bread; but Eli was still groggy, his eyes half-closed as he poked at his food. Zeke filled them in on Noni over bites of food. "Noni's in the dungeon, recovering. I want to bring him into our mix, but only if you're all good with it. He's a mess right now, subspace city (chuckles) but he'd fit well." Delilah nodded enthusiastically, licking egg from her fork. "Sounds hot. He's got that energy we'd all enjoy." Damien agreed, but Eli just whimpered, pushing his plate away. Without a word, he stood and wandered toward the dungeon door, his body moving on instinct.

Waves after waves of reddened force kept them pinned on the crumbling walls. “Wh-What is this?” Dagger could barely shield her face from the onslaught of power that shook the very core of the crumbling arena. The debris started to fall followed by the buzzing sound of the surface being torn by two. At her third attempt to coax her eyes open amid the surge of hostile aura, Dagger’s throat parched at the site of pure malediction in front of her. “Is that… Is that the prince of the Nether World?” Dagger needed not answer for it was already glaring at her.

"I hope this would ease your mind. You must be aware that your feet are causing you a lot of pain. "Running barefoot is impossible for me." It was awful enough having to run in boots with the heels taken off of them. He let her know that she would not be running anytime in the near future. There are still six hours left until our departure. You had better get some rest and dry off if you want to continue." Her throat became parched. "Six hours? How come it's already six o'clock? Where exactly are we? Is there air to breathe?" Yes. There are many different sites of ventilation located throughout the caverns.

She wondered but he was long gone. Diablo walked down the stairs but rather than going through the clustered bodies, he turned to his right, walking to the far end of the room. There were many couples making out in the semi dark hallway but they weren’t his business and he seemed to have in mind where he was going. He opened a door and was outside in a dark alley, he brought out his phone and dialed a number but the person wasn’t answering. He dialed again and right waiting for the person to answer, he heard a commotion inside and turned in speed to the door, bending over immediately to duck a bullet sent at him. “Fuck,” he cursed, shoving his phone into his pocket and pulling out his sliver

[DUNGEON - DIMLY LIT AND DANK CELL] The dungeon is a grim and shadowy place, the walls lined with cold, damp stones that seem to seep misery. Meagia was laying on the floor with dishevelled hair and eyes filled with desperation, slowly regaining consciousness on a cold, stone floor. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a small, barred window high above.