Demon's Blood

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The cramped room was furnished with an unusually extravagant luxury. A few half-burnt candles, their light flickering, were embedded in the wall, casting a soft glow on everything made of pure gold, creating ripples of light throughout the room.
The only living being present was a slightly hunched man, facing a round table made of gold, leaning against a golden chair. Relying solely on this sliver of light, he was intently prostrate on the table, seemingly studying something.
From this angle, only his hunched back was visible.
The shadows, undulating with the flickering candlelight, mingled with the light, greatly elongating the man's prostrate shadow. His dark shadow, like a demon dancing with the flickering candlelight, twisted and writhed in the darkness.
"Magical tools... the seven magical tools related to poison, finally, finally! Completely manufactured before the next Royal Selection begins!"
The man's figure, hidden in the shadows, trembled slightly, every word in his voice revealing boundless excitement from the depths of his heart.
"Disassembly, now the final step... I'm going to completely disassemble it... Hehe, I really am a genius, this way, this way..."
The man reclined in his chair, laughing maniacally. On the round table in front of him, seven square golden boxes of varying sizes were neatly arranged, as if deliberately placed in order from smallest to largest.
"Hmm?... Someone is spying on this—this room?" After a period of maniacal laughter, as if he were having asthma, the man lying on the table suddenly froze, seemingly sensing something.
He slowly turned his neck, turning his face away from the round table.
"So that's how it is... I was discovered after all... But the situation is irreversible. This established fact—the great feat I've accomplished—cannot be undone even if the entire world were wiped out..."
The voice instantly returned to calm, completely devoid of any trace of the previous madness.
Then came the face that had turned—completely devoid of skin, covered from top to bottom with a dense network of red and white fibers. Only the bloodshot, wide-open eyes stood out starkly. Spots of blood trickled down the contours of the face, down the neck, and dripped onto the golden brick surface.
Like a puddle of mud gradually dissolving after being soaked in rain, the man's face was dissolving and collapsing in places, mixing into a sticky, oily substance, completing a rapid transformation from solid to viscous liquid.
"...
Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"
Xia Meng screamed instinctively, his arched body jolting violently as he jolted awake from his dazed state.
"Huff...huff...was I dreaming?! What was that scene I just dreamed about...that man with no skin on his face, constantly melting into a big, sticky blob?! Damn it, my head feels like it's going to explode..."
Xia Meng instinctively clutched his head in the throbbing pain, his dilated pupils slightly contracting as he realized he was sitting on a clean, soft bed.
In other words, he had been lying on this very bed while he was unconscious in that nightmare.
"Oh, you're awake. It's been almost three days. I thought you'd be lying there even longer. Looks like your physical condition and mental state are pretty good." While still clutching his head, Xia Meng was experiencing the piercing pain deep within his brain when he heard an extremely soft, soothing female voice.
Through the gaps between the fingers covering his face, Xia Meng could clearly see—in front of him, a beautiful woman with long, wavy hair sat elegantly on a spacious, plush armchair, watching him with a hint of interest.
A stethoscope, the kind doctors often use, hung around the woman's snow-white neck. She wore a fitted, light black floral high-slit cheongsam, and her long, shapely legs were encased in black stockings that accentuated her voluptuous figure, which were casually crossed, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her voluptuous, inverted triangle-shaped genitals were already partially exposed.
"Three days? I've been lying here for three whole days?! Wait, you are…" Xia Meng gently wiped the few drops of cold sweat from his nose, his hands hanging limply as he stared blankly at her.
"Slightly dilated pupils, cold sweat seeping from the skin, and memory in disarray—the symptoms perfectly match, making it a classic case of initial demonization aftereffects." The woman slightly raised her chin, revealing a dazzling expanse of snow-white, alluring skin beneath her neck. She slowly raised three fingers, each corresponding to Xia Meng's current state, and spoke each word with a serious expression.
"Demonization... Demon?! Ah, I seem to have some recollection of that, slowly remembering..." Xia Meng touched the back of his head, which felt like it was about to explode with pain, his gaze suddenly shifting as he stared at the woman before him with a complex expression.
"You... I remember you seem to be... the one called Oboro Shinobu by that pervert who controls the airflow?" "Oboro Shinobu... I'm sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else." The woman put down her crossed legs and slowly got up from the sofa. "But it's understandable, after all, she and I look very similar. For a newly born demon like you whose memories are not even fully clear, mistaking someone else should be considered one of the symptoms of initial demonization."
"Nice to meet you. I am Oboro Shinobu's older sister, my surname is Oboro, and my given name is Kurosa. I'm here temporarily to monitor your health... that's how it is."
Kurosa got up from the soft, sunken sofa. Her firm breasts, tightly stretched under her cheongsam, bounced slightly with the woman's swaying, full, and pert buttocks. A sudden crease appeared between the unfathomable, alluring cleavage of her breasts, as if the cheongsam had tightened.
Before Xia Meng could respond, Long Heisha gently pressed two raised fingers to his lips, while her other hand slowly moved towards his erect member.
"Hehe, although this is our first meeting, your thing down there is quite familiar with you..."
"Wait, wait, this is just a normal physiological reaction, isn't it? What man wouldn't be moved by a beautiful and sexy woman... But you, your behavior is completely unlike what someone meeting for the first time should do..." The lingering pain in Xia Meng's mind hadn't completely subsided, and his head was already swollen and congested with blood from what was happening.
Long Heisha's small hands untied Xia Meng's loose belt, pulled down his underwear, playfully flicked his swollen and engorged glans, and then gently grasped his trembling penis in her palm.
"Hmm? That shouldn't be... Are you feeling dissatisfied with something? Or do you prefer someone like my sister, a fake but heavy smoker, the kind that's more like her?"
A faint, sweet breath escaped from her crimson lips. The hand wrapped in the black veil began to exert more force, the smooth, jelly-like skin pressing tightly against the sensitive surface of the penis. Her slender fingers moved up and down with increasing force, gradually increasing the pressure, from gentle to forceful, constantly stimulating Xia Meng's penis to become even more magnificent and thick.
"Haha... As a normal male who is fully developed in body and mind, how could I not like this development? But... shouldn't you explain everything around me first? I've been listening to you guys keep talking about things like 'demon people' and 'magic tools,' and I'm completely confused now." Xia Meng felt the pleasurable stimulation from his penis, and the penis held by the warm palm felt like it was being thrust into a honey hole, full of almost melting pleasure. For a moment, his mind was also wandering, and he asked in a forced calm tone.
"No need to rush. Since I've stayed here to wait for you to wake up, naturally... I'm here to satisfy your needs~" Oboro Sha gently rubbed the erect penis in her hand with her slender fingers, smiling sweetly. "After all, as a demon, you're as tender as a newborn baby. A child always evokes tenderness in a mature woman."
Her smooth fingers gently brushed and rubbed around the erect penis, giving Xia Meng a series of secretly pleasurable stimulating sensations.
Oboro Sha grinned mischievously, occasionally gently touching the swollen glans with her fingers, her slender fingertips slightly probing the urethral opening, sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully, as if playing with an interesting toy, causing Xia Meng's penis, which had never truly experienced intimacy, to tremble wildly, almost making him cry out in pleasure.
"Ugh... this technique... it's so incredibly pleasurable, I can't help but almost ejaculate..."
"Now listen carefully, I'm not very good with words, and I don't actually know that much, so I'll only explain once. How much you remember... that's up to you~" Her red lips, veiled in black, brushed against Xia Meng's ear, exhaling a lewd fragrance. Her taut, elastic breasts, taut beneath her black cheongsam, pressed tightly against his chest, slightly deforming under the pressure. Her jade-like hand, gripping his penis, clenched it tightly, her fingers pinching and kneading it even more forcefully.
"So-called demons, to put it bluntly, are just humans with demon blood flowing through their veins. And demonic tools, as the name suggests, are simply instruments that demons can use to unleash different powers, like handguns for ordinary people, only they're extremely valuable and rare." "
...Demons? You mean...those freaks with horns on their heads and wings on their backs? Holy crap, aren't those things just things that ancient people imagined when they had nothing better to do?! In the internet cafe downstairs from where I used to live, there were at least ten games related to demons! How could that stuff be real?!" Although Xia Meng was almost completely absorbed in the jade-like hand draped in black gauze over his penis, he was still stunned by the other's calm words. Ignoring the pleasure rushing to his brain, he hurriedly asked back.
"It's a demon, but whether it has horns on its head, I really don't know... After all, the only demons I've ever seen are you and me—demons with demon blood mixed in. According to the old sayings, it seems that for some special reason, demons cannot move in our world with physical bodies." The woman in black smiled, resting her chin on her hand against Xia Meng's chest, while her other hand continued its work, her fingers constantly squeezing and rubbing the head of his erect penis.
"Haha... So demons really do exist... But thinking about all the strange things I've seen before, it seems like nothing is truly unbelievable..." Xia Meng replayed the scenes he had witnessed in his mind, and indeed couldn't find any scientific logic whatsoever. He simply closed his eyes, resigned himself to his fate, and accepted her explanation.
His nerves, which had been taut since he woke up, relaxed slightly in that instant. His penis, which was being manipulated between his slender fingers and held in the dark veil, trembled and spurted out several thick streams of semen with a series of "plop" sounds, covering her hands and even the surface of the cheongsam that covered her graceful body with many white spots of semen, making it look obscene and erotic.
"Hehe~ This world is inherently wondrous, isn't it? Being open to new things is a positive symptom, and as a child, that's how you grow up quickly." Oboro sang seductively, licking the semen off her hand. "Hmm, tastes good, quite excellent..." "Damn, this reaction... after actively helping a man masturbate, she still has such an enjoyable expression, is she a pervert...? The atmosphere feels a bit strange..." Looking at Oboro sang's extremely alluring, teasingly sucking her fingers, and glancing down at her voluptuous figure beneath her cheongsam, revealing her ample breasts and buttocks, Xia Meng couldn't help but swallow hard. His penis, aroused, began to rise again.
"I want to...I want to fuck this woman, I want to tie her up with ropes, rape her hard, ravage her, make her scream like a sow in heat...No, no, why am I having these thoughts, this strange feeling welling up from the bottom of my heart..."
"Black Veil, that new guy, is he awake yet?" After a sharp creaking sound of a door being pushed open, a slightly languid female voice entered Xia Meng's ears, whose mind was somewhat confused.
Interrupted by the sudden female voice, Xia Meng shuddered, and his gaze turned around.
Long Ziyu was still wearing that slightly heavy open trench coat, with a scarf around her neck that looked like a tie, her hands in her pockets, as if she hadn't woken up yet, and she staggered to the bedside.
"As you can see, he's awake. Although—he still has many unpleasant aftereffects of his initial demon transformation, I just personally checked… I can guarantee his health is 100% guaranteed." Oboro Black Veil smiled seductively, sticking out her tongue, still smeared with semen, as if showing off to her sister.
Oboro Purple Feather listlessly raised her eyelids, seemingly helpless against this woman who resembled her but whose personality was completely different. She silently pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket.
"Want one?"
"Uh… no thanks, I don't smoke." Oboro
Purple Feather gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, lit the cigarette in her mouth, and said, "What a mature man. He's been awake for a short time and is already messing around with a strange woman, and he doesn't even know how to smoke." "…" Xia Meng silently straightened his pants.
"Getting back to the point, things from that night are mostly settled. I've asked Black Veil to take care of you here, but there are some things I'll ask you after you wake up." Long Ziyu flicked her wrist, the lighter spinning in the air before falling back into her pocket.
"Although you're just a newcomer, and your transformation from human to full-fledged demon has only been a short time, but..." A sudden, serious glint appeared in Long Ziyu's lazy eyes. "Have you figured out your role in this Royal Selection?"
"Royal Selection? What's that?" "
You still don't understand what Royal Selection is? Black Veil, has this guy really recovered his senses?" Long Ziyu sighed, glancing at her sister with a complex expression.
"I already said I personally tasted his thing. Judging from the ingredients, I can be 100% sure he's currently sober. Or... are you interested in trying it too?" Oboro shrugged to show her attitude, then simply made room for her sister to ask her questions before throwing herself back onto the sofa.
Long Ziyu exhaled a long puff of smoke, glanced at the black gauze sinking into the soft sofa, then stared at Xia Meng, and sighed, "Alright... what was your name again?" "Xia Meng."
"Xia Meng, you don't know much about demons right now, do you? But that's okay, it's normal for someone venturing into a new world. The information you need has already been imprinted in your brain along with the flow of your blood. Before, because of the initial demon transformation, your brain might not have been able to process the information introduced from the outside world for a while, but now, after a period of rest... it should be fine." Long Ziyu pointed to her head with a finger, indicating that, "Now, you just need to try to think about matters concerning demons, and the information will naturally appear in your mind." "Think... huh? That sounds a bit mystical, I'll try it first..." Xia Meng closed his eyes, sat on the bed, and began to try his best to think about everything he wanted to know, as Long Ziyu had said.
Then, very quickly, as if a valve in his head had been suddenly pried open, a flood of information from a brand new world poured into Xia Meng's brain like a rising tide.

In the dilapidated mansion, seemingly abandoned for a long time, deep green moss, weathered by the years, spread and clung to the faded, peeling walls, deeply eroding the interior of this magnificent yet decaying building.
The pitch-black night shrouded the outside world, with only a few sparse rays of moonlight filtering through eroded holes in the roof, barely illuminating the crumbling ruins.
Victor stood silently in the moonlight, his head bowed. His clothes, tattered from the previous battle, remained untouched, and the numerous burn scars on his muscles had not yet fully healed, still emanating a slightly acrid smell.
A woman in a latex suit wearing a gas mask stood beside him, her hands behind her back. Before Victor, several others sat on collapsed, shattered pillars, silently watching him.
A long-haired young man in a white coat, exuding a gentlemanly air; a woman with curly hair, dressed in revealing clothing resembling a split-hem swimsuit, her breasts and genitals barely covered by a few thin pieces of fabric; and a muscular
man with a rough beard, busily thrusting into the woman like a drilling machine. The woman, squeezed and held tightly by the muscular man, wore a collar symbolizing a sex slave around her neck. Her hands were bound behind her back with ropes crossed and tied to the limit, with ropes from her wrists tightly secured to the collar around her neck. The taut ropes even caused a large indentation in her neck, almost like a hanging, forcing the disheveled woman to stare wide-eyed, tears streaming down her face, her lips gagged with a gag, whimpering loudly.
"Goo... Waaaaaah?!... Gooooooo?!......" The woman's voluptuous body, tightly bound by ropes, seemed to be completely sealed off by the man—whose flesh was intimately connected to hers—his bulging, bulging muscles. Every bone in her body cracked and popped under the intense pressure. Her waist, raised high by the huge penis, arched backward with each brutal thrust, only to be immediately pressed down by the man, who then thrust in with even greater force, creating a loud thud as his penis slammed into her buttocks.
The woman's full, large breasts, tightly bound at the base by ropes, became even rounder and larger due to the force of the ropes tightening. Along with the erect, red nipples, the woman's violently swaying breasts were reddish-purple from the ropes digging into her flesh, as if they might be snapped off at any moment. Yet, the muscular man riding on her held them in his hands, his ten fingers sinking deep into the elastic flesh, kneading them with a force that almost burst them, causing the woman to burst into tears from her eyes.
The massive penis, nearly as thick as a normal person's forearm, was being thrust into the woman's vagina at high speed. Each brutal insertion acted like a dilator, widening the labia of her vagina and penetrating the honeyed depths until it reached deep into her uterus. It created a prominent bulge on the woman's smooth abdomen before quickly deflating, only to be replaced by an even more exaggerated bulge with each subsequent thrust, almost poking into her vigorously kneaded breasts.
The rapid, intense sounds of flesh colliding, accompanied by the spray of vaginal fluid, filled the vast mansion, completely clashing with the dark and somber atmosphere. The people around, however, seemed completely unfazed, showing no interest whatsoever.
"Victor, you haven't said a word for so long, it's making everyone feel really awkward. Look, we all came all this way just to hear you talk about your experiences of being beaten up by different demons... Angry even came over halfway through sex with his new kidnapped toy, and Angry is still as rough as ever... Anyway, don't be so dull, it's really no fun." After a long while, one of the members sitting on the collapsed stone pillar, a long-haired young man in a white coat, twisted his neck, clapped his hands, and grinned at the silent Victor.
"Since you're not going to talk, let me think about it... This time, when we intercepted Hermes's group transporting magical artifacts, how many low-level demons—those half-demons with only a little demon blood mixed in, just a bit tougher than humans—did we send out? Dozens, or hundreds?" "Then, after excluding those half-demons who joined us, the demons the boss sent out, that is, you, the one who formed a bond with the fiftieth pillar demon god Fucas, and the fifty-second pillar Anloxin and the fifty-fourth pillar Momo, those two guys who usually have no presence in the family, right? Sure enough, even now that they're dead, they still have no presence. I haven't even memorized their names yet." "Bai Ryder, you've taken too many drugs, haven't you... Want to die?" Victor, with his head down, muttered in a low voice as the young Bai Ryder clapped and laughed ostentatiously.
The churning air currents transformed into birds, darting about in Victor's lowered palm, emitting threatening whistling sounds.
"Hey, you second-rate guy rescued by Astaroth, I heard you got beaten up by a newbie who just became a demon a few minutes ago, huh? Heh heh, you'd better try to stay realistic... Otherwise, your arrogant attitude might remind people of those habitual liars." "Ah la la la... like—Pinocchio from 'The Adventures of Pinocchio'?" Beside Rhett Butler, who was clapping and laughing, the scattered fragments of stone pillars suddenly floated up, the fragments fitting together like puzzle pieces, forming in an instant the outline of a stone figure a full size larger than a normal person, its eyes flashing with an eerie red light, heavily crawling before him.
On the stone man's head, an unusually long nose, entirely filled with tiny pebbles, stood out like a puppet from a fairy tale—its signature feature was strikingly prominent.
On Victor's hand, a black tattoo resembling an old man was gradually emerging, while on Rhett Butler's forehead, a large, book-like pattern was slowly forming.
"Enough, stop it! The boss didn't let us meet here to pick fights and cause this infighting." The scantily clad woman snapped her fingers, stopping Victor and Rhett's provocation before the tension in the air could escalate further.
"Hey, I was just joking with Victor, who knew he'd be so sensitive~ We're the loving Alduin family, how could we possibly have internal strife, Verda?" "Verda... never mind, let's leave it at that for now, but Rhett, if there's a next time, even if we're both family members, I'll mercilessly and completely crush your heart." "Don't worry, how could I dare compare my direct lethality to 'Void' Victor? Hehe, don't take it to heart."
Rhett and Victor stopped at the same time, the black tattoos that had spread across their bodies disappeared again, and the surging, howling air and the newly formed stone golem collapsed, returning to the natural elements.
“Victor, I know your two friends were killed in the plan to attack the Sfield family. They were all family to us, and I understand you're feeling down.
However, it's important to be clear: we are now demons, a species completely different from ordinary humans. While it's regrettable, emotions shouldn't be taken too seriously.” Verda rested her chin on her hand, her extremely full breasts concave under the tight fabric, the outline of her vulva faintly visible through the thin fabric of her high-cut panties, exuding an infinitely alluring and seductive charm.
“According to the plan, your group was supposed to obtain the magical artifacts transported by the Sfield family. However, based on the intelligence we have so far, our people are dead, the magical artifacts are shattered, and it caused various disputes before the Royal Selection officially began. The biggest achievement was killing the Sfield family's old butler. If it weren't for the backup plan, even you wouldn't have returned alive… From all angles, it was undoubtedly a rather unsuccessful operation.”
"That's right... I once captured Hermes, but in the end, I failed. Even the magical artifact I got my hands on was shattered by an unknown new demon. I let down my two family members who sacrificed their lives, and I should take full responsibility."
"You're absolutely right. Although the boss is currently on the front lines guarding against the Sfield family's retaliation, and is also busy searching for information on other magical artifacts, he can't find time to meet you. However, he has asked me to tell you that he is very disappointed in your performance this time, almost to the point that he wants to twist your head off with his own hands. In that situation..."
Verda interlaced her ten fingers together and gently rested them on the tip of her chin, looking at the silent Victor with a slightly cold gaze.
"Fortunately, the boss isn't going to hold you responsible this time. After all, Victor, you're family, a formal member of the Alduin family... So, you'll have a second chance to join us and reclaim the magical artifact that you were supposed to bring back." "Everyone here...reclaim it? That means—every formal family member except the boss, all mobilized? Right at this crucial moment when the Royal Selection is about to begin?! Isn't the boss afraid something might happen...?" Victor looked up in disbelief. "But the magical artifact transported by the Sfield family is already shattered into pieces. In that state, not to mention whether the local demons or the Sfield family will properly store it, even if we manage to retrieve it, a bunch of fragments won't be of much value, right?"
"There's no need to worry about any of that. With the boss's abilities, he alone, leading the other half-demons who have pledged allegiance to our family, is more than enough to completely fend off any potential counterattack from the Sfield family. He's even given us some half-demons to use... Anyway, we've already broken ties and started attacking other demons. Since we're going to do it, then—we should do it thoroughly! Ideally, we should wipe out all those who can threaten the boss before the Royal Selection officially begins!" Verda smiled, her slender arms crossed over her chest, gently supporting her full breasts that rose and fell with her breath, and continued, "As for magical artifacts... although I don't know much about them either, the boss has spent a considerable amount of time..." After a period of research, he fully understood how to deal with the broken pieces and believed that the fragments of the magical artifact wouldn't be carelessly discarded by other demons. Therefore, all we needed to do now was follow the boss's instructions, concentrate our efforts, and retrieve the artifact before it was moved.
At the same time, the bearded man, Angrey, who was holding the limp woman and frantically thrusting his penis into her, let out a low, beast-like roar. His thick, engorged penis, covered in a thick layer of dripping honey, swelled several times larger, almost as thick as a normal human arm, turning red and hot, like a red-hot iron rod, and with a "plop," he forcefully rammed it into the woman's wet, gushing vagina.
The massive, throbbing penis plunged deep into her uterus, its enormous head pressing tightly against the bulging uterine wall, creating an exaggeratedly high bulge on her stomach. It pressed against her violently trembling breasts, practically impaling the woman like a piece of flesh on Angeli's massive penis, even piercing through her already strained uterus.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Thick, scalding semen exploded deep within her uterus like a bomb, instantly filling her pregnant belly as if she were pregnant. It then gushed out from her lower body, while even more semen, propelled upwards by the bearded man's piercing penis, sprayed dramatically from the woman's mouth and nose, mixed with streaks of crimson blood, splattering everywhere like rain.
Like a fountain of semen, the woman, uncontrollably gushing semen from both above and below, was impaled in mid-air by a thick, erect penis. Her body, tightened by the ropes, convulsed and twisted wildly as if performing a erotic dance, yet the man forcefully gripped her wildly bouncing breasts, holding her firmly embedded in the massive penis that was violently ejaculating semen, without even a moment's respite.
The explosive spray of semen gradually ceased, and the woman's struggles lessened until they completely subsided. She could only helplessly lower her head, letting the thin stream of white semen continue to flow slowly from the stretched opening.
"Tsk... boring. Humans are too fragile, like cheap toys, unable to even give me a little pleasure." Angry disappointedly pulled out his ridiculously large penis. A large gush of vaginal fluid mixed with thick semen gushed out of the woman's swollen vagina like a flood, following the path of his penis. Then, with a flick of his arm, he grabbed the woman, whose body had been thoroughly churned and whose life or death was unknown, and casually tossed her into the nearby ruins.
"Yes, compared to us who have already transcended, humans are undoubtedly somewhat fragile in terms of both physical strength and sexual desire. We should cherish them..." Verda gently wiped a drop of semen from her cheek with her finger, casually sucked on it a few times, and smiled as she looked at the complaining muscular man.
"Sigh...it seems only my own kind can give me some satisfaction. But the boss won't let me attack the rest of the family. Before the royal selection officially begins, it's been a peaceful period, so I haven't had a chance to play with other demons. This time, attacking other guys with magical artifacts is indeed a good way for me to vent." Angry sighed, grabbing a military-style coat lying on the rubble and draping it over his shoulders. "Or...would you like to play with me, Verda?" "Come on, your awful personality isn't likable. Besides...I don't want to be burst by that ridiculously big thing of yours. And it's not just me who thinks so; Astaroth probably thinks the same way."
The woman in the latex suit wearing a gas mask nodded immediately, responding to Verda's words without the slightest hesitation.
"Haha, Angry, you're really the enemy of all the women in the family now." White Ryder let out a shrill laugh, staring at the bearded man in the military uniform with a hint of mockery.
"But I've already inquired beforehand. In the city where Hermis is currently staying—which is the place we're about to head to—there are quite a few women of her kind. I remember some of the more famous ones... Oh, right, it's Oboro Shinohara, the one who ruined Victor's plans, right?
I heard she has an older sister who's also a demon. Both of them are top-tier beauties. If we could get our hands on them, with their demonic resilience, they'd be more than enough for a violent maniac like Angrey to have a blast with, wouldn't they?"
"Bai Ryder, with a heart as dark and twisted as a sewer, you've probably killed countless women... What right do you have to call me a violent maniac?" Angry gripped the sleeve of his shawl with one hand, lit a cigar with one arm, and held it to his lips. "But what you're talking about is something I'm quite interested in, worth a try." "I'll use my powers to completely conquer them and bring them back to the family as toys... Just how good will the physical abilities of playthings made from demon materials be? Ahh, it's getting me excited again!"
Angry's rugged face was filled with fanatical joy. With a snap, he actually bit the cigar in his mouth in two, and his huge penis, still dripping with semen, stood up excitedly again.
"Don't say that. Those girls were like Cinderella in 'Cinderella,' frozen in a moment of crystal-clear brilliance... Hehe, anyway, I don't care what I'm called. Besides, with your kind of power, even if I did care, there's nothing I could do about it~" Rhett Butler sat sprawled on the rubble, straightening his clothes, seemingly unconcerned about being called a "pervert," even sporting a faint, proud smile.
In the ruins behind them, the woman who had been brutally raped by Angry until she passed out, suddenly had her fingers, bound behind her back, twitch reflexively.
Thick, grayish-black hair, like ink spreading out, gradually spread and proliferated from her bound body. Sharp nails grew rapidly from her limbs, and her suddenly wide-open eyes were filled with dense, bloodshot veins, like dye staining them red.
"Then there's nothing else to discuss. Now... it's time for us to set off. We must intercept Hermis Sfield completely before she moves with the magical artifact fragments and reunites with the Sfield family members." Verda, her alluring eyes half-closed, surveyed everyone present, her gentle tone gradually increasing in intensity with each word, issuing her final ultimatum.
"In conclusion... now, from this moment until the next crown is solemnly laid to rest, for our shared ideals, the family oath woven by us will sweep across the entire world with unparalleled force—" Including the most frivolous and dissolute Rhett Butler, all the family members in the mansion rose after Verda's words, their faces shrouded in a particularly profound solemnity.
"The dead day is vast, the jackals howl."
"All desires will be in my hands."
"Crimson tyranny will traverse the River Styx."
"We are the claws that tear apart the corrupt order; we are the fangs that crush the old world; we—are the jackals roaming the wilderness... will ultimately trample the high and mighty mortal phoenix!" "Our union... is the Alduin family!"
The heavy declaration echoed in the vast, dilapidated mansion, as chilling as a death knell.
"Intercept... I thought coming back would only mean certain death. I never expected there would be a second chance..."
Under the influence of a fanatical vow, Victor muttered to himself with his head drooping. His two hands, which had been hanging down, suddenly clenched tightly, so tightly that even the veins running along his skin bulged and popped out, as if he wanted to crush his nails off.
"This time, I will definitely... I will definitely kill those troublesome bastards, Hermes, Oboro Shino... and -- especially that newborn demon who disgraced me..." A twisted, contorted smile slowly appeared on Victor's drooping face.

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