Evelyn cupped his head and looked at him from the bottom up, staring into his eyes, and said, "But it's not enough to just 'not betray' me. You know that yourself, don't you?"
"......"
"After all, after what happened ...... it's only natural that you would feel guilty and afraid to face me. But it won't do to keep going on like this."
"......"
"Then make it up to me, Xavier. when you do something wrong, you should first apologize and then make amends. What do you think?"
"......"
Xavier pursed his pale lips tightly, his green eyes reflecting Evelyn's beautiful, expressionless face. He nodded in silence.
Evelyn laughed and told him, "Then be my dog, Xavier."
"From now on, wherever I go, you will go, biting the rope yourself and following obediently. I want to do anything, even if you give everything to accomplish for me. Forever and ever obey me, obey me, I always want an obedient and loyal dog, it doesn't matt
The pretty-looking but stubborn imp assumed an attitude that he would not let her go easily unless he played with her properly, and Evelyn was speechless for a moment, only silently preparing herself in her mind - no matter what happened, no matter what he would do, she could definitely endure it. It was not once or twice that she had fallen into a situation like this where she was at the mercy of others ...... but no matter how many times, she would be the winner in the end. Sagon began by removing her clothes. The design of her dress was complicated, and Sagon was initially excited, but he quickly grew impatient when he realized that he couldn't untie the string around her waist, and that his fingers were inexplicably tangled in the string. He moved his fingers, cutting through the thin fabric with his sharp black nails before he managed to remove Evelyn's dress. As he took it off, he had a moment to gauge the expression on Evelyn's face - rat
Sagon stared at her, thought briefly, and said to Evelyn, "Hey, have you ever heard the story of Anastasia?" Evelyn's eyes were puzzled. Sagon plunged his own fingers into Evelyn's hair, combing through her long pale blonde locks with one motion, as if he were caressing a river flowing with gold. "It doesn't matter if you've never heard of it, after all, it's just a story that's only been passed down in the Old Realm, and it's what I grew up listening to." "Anastasia is the daughter of the New God, her husband lost the war against the New God and became a prisoner, the New God banished him to the Old Realm. Anastasia abandoned the status, power and life of a goddess and followed her husband to the Old Realm ...... What a brainless woman, idiotic to death." "As you can see, this place is full of demons, killing each other for fun. Her husband lost his power and became worse than a lowly worm, but it doesn't matter, it's easy for him to s
From the first moment she met Sagon, Evelyn knew that he was a devil who did what he wanted, who was extremely self-indulgent, and who never hid his desires and calculations. Perhaps because of his young age - he certainly wasn't considered old among demons, to be sure - his demeanor and language seemed frivolous and less aggressive, but when he swept those turquoise eyes gently across the room, there wasn't a single person or demon wouldn't feel afraid. Demons love coercion, and they love submission even more.Sagon did the same.He spoke slowly, as if to leave Evelyn plenty of time to react, but his manner was forceful, brutal and even merciless.Without waiting for Evelyn to accept or refuse, he had already pried open Evelyn's delicate lips, her teeth that were not so hard in the demon's eyes, with a table knife, and sliced a small sliver of entrails into Evelyn's mouth. For a moment, the fishy taste filled the defenseless mouth, and the tongue curled up
Evelyn had endured to the limit, and Sagon's overly rough movements picked off the nerve in her head that controlled her endurance, and she couldn't control the retching, the gagging in her throat, her whole body like a fish lying on the dry ground. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her warm breath slapping against Sagon's fingers one at a time. The latter was completely mesmerized by her progressively disintegrating appearance, staring right back at her, his eyes brightening horribly. Snap, snap. Clear liquid spilled out of Evelyn's eyes into a full teardrop that gently smashed against Sagon's knuckles. Her eyes had gone completely red, clouded with a thick layer of water, and even her gaze had become moist and hazy. She lowered her eyes, which had become red, and wept silently. Meanwhile, Sagon froze. He unconsciously loosened his grip, giving Evelyn the space to breathe, and it was obvious that the other party ha
Sagon suddenly thought there was some truth in what that human breeding manual said. Now, for example, Evelyn's lips were soft against his ear, and when she spoke, her lips swept gently over his ear bone, and her breath, different from the demon's and warm, fluttered over his ear like a butterfly's wings. His pointed ears immediately twitched twice. No human or demon had ever gotten so close to him before, so much so that it was only now that Sagon finally realized how comforting it was to have his ear gently touched ...... He felt a little itchy, as if some bold little bug had crawled around his ear and then burrowed into his brain, sending a slight pang of scalp tingling. But no matter how gentle Evelyn's movements or how melodious her voice, Sagon was acutely aware that Evelyn was rejecting him. It made him feel a little angry. With that compulsive, submissive blood coursing through his body again, Sagon got the familiar "I'
After a moment, Evelyn loosened her fingers and released the pointed ears that had become red. Her fingers dug into Sagon's soft, shaggy black hair, stroking delicately through it before finally finding the roots of the horns-- the Sagon's tail twitched momentarily with an electric shock, and he raised his head abruptly, moving so fast and furious that Evelyn dodged just in time or she would have almost had her jaw shattered by his impact. Sagon's tail slapped frantically against the bed covers, making a series of muffled thuds that had little deterrent effect. His face reddened as well. "What are you touching me there for!" Sagon's expression looked furious, "Humans don't have horns!!!" Evelyn froze for a moment, as if startled by Sagon, and blinked innocently, then acted as if she felt embarrassed, "Sorry, I was feeling a little curious, so ......" As she spoke, she reached out again, resting her hand softly on Sagon's not-so-broad sh
Evelyn just had to have some books, just anything, it was so boring to stay inside the room. Finally, Sagon threw her a black cloak and leaned diagonally against the doorway, raising his delicately pretty chin at her. "Taking you out for a walk," he said, "the books say you mustn t confine human beings to their homes for long periods of time, it tends to depress them ...... but you don t seem to have changed much to me, and are quite comfortable. " Indeed, Evelyn was not a very active personality, and she seldom went out when she was in the modern world, except to stay in her dormitory, at home, or soak up books in the library. Even if Sagon didn't shackle her like a caged bird, he had imprisoned her by explicitly signaling that it was dangerous outside and that only here, by his side, was safe enough. But Evelyn acted perfectly well-adjusted from start to finish, not arguing with him, not giving him any looks, and not trying to agonize him.
Sagon takes Evelyn to a marketplace that sells all kinds of demons. In this world that belonged to demons, of course there were no personal rights to speak of, and these demons that had been collared and branded as slaves had merely ended up at the mercy of others when they lost a battle with other demons, or when they were taken directly captive by unsuspecting people while walking on the road. The slightly stronger ones will be bought to be servants or envoys with blood pacts, while the weaker ones can only be bought to be kept in captivity as if they were livestock. In addition to demons, there are of course other species in the market, lowly magical beasts that do not possess advanced consciousness and humans. The latter are rarer and more pitiful, and most of the humans that appear in the market are "spoiled" by demons. The high-ranking demons who took them captive to the Old Realm might initially care for them like rare pets out of interest, but they would soon grow bo
The succession ceremony was soon upon us. Under the interplay of the three moons, the night sky presented magnificent and marvelous colors. On the periphery of the quietly floating royal palace, all the high-ranking demons spread their huge and pitch-black batwings and peacefully waited for the ceremony to begin, the air filled with a tense and austere atmosphere. Mappa had already waited with some impatience, and the densely packed eyes on her forehead looked towards the gray-white royal palace in unison. She pinched her fan, the declining face revealing a sneer under the cover of the fan, as Mapa said mockingly, "Geez, His Majesty the Quasi-Demon King couldn't have escaped, could he?" Upon hearing this, Baymont, who was silent at the side, then immediately gave her a cold look. "Don't look at me with those eyes." Probably because she felt that Evelyn had no hope of being able to win against the invincible Agarez, so facing the Consul's eyes, M
This was also unexpected from Evelyn. Evelyn had little expression on her face as she asked Baymont, "I thought it was said that no demon has made it back from the Abyss alive so far?" Baymont's voice was cold, "It seems Agarez is the exception." There was a distinctly more abyssal aura about Agarez, and Evelyn couldn't say what it felt like, except for the vague realization that Agarez wasn't quite a demon anymore-he was stoic and violent, calm and paranoid, contradictory in every look and every gesture, like an iceberg melting but dripping molten lava, like a fire burning in a snowfields, just not like a living, breathing creature capable of action and speech. Wherever he went, the air became thin and distorted. Facing Agarez, who had returned from the abyss, every demon in the room felt as if they had been suffocated by death, and even Mapa, who had always been the boldest, spoke with trepidation and trembled as if she were walking on thin ic
Evelyn defeated Mapa. It was nothing surprising; from the moment Marpa caught a hint of familiarity in Evelyn's body and subconsciously developed an unconcealable fear, the demoness who had exposed herself to her weaknesses was doomed to become a loser. But instead of choosing to eat her, Evelyn leaves her alive. This made Mappa feel doubly humiliated - she couldn't look at humans and despised such powerless and weak races, so naturally she couldn't hold much respect for Evelyn, who was transformed from a human. Mappa would rather be inside Evelyn's stomach than be at her beck and call. Evelyn seems to have read Mapa's mind. She half crouched in front of the Archduchess as the other lay dying on the ground, half of her face burned by the black flames pressed against the ground, the other half hidden beneath her long, dark, misty hair. Evelyn reached out and cupped Mapa's pointed jaw, forcing her to lift her face. Evelyn then go
Evelyn is invited to the castle of Archduchess Mapa. Mappa's castle was even more lavish than she had imagined - the ever-so-extravagant Archduchess was clearly more attached to her residence than the empty, pale palace. As the servant guided her, Evelyn stepped through corridors paved with costly crystals that Evelyn had only seen in Agarez's treasure trove, said to be the bones of a rare and vicious beast that lived in the depths of the swamps, and from which every inch of the floor of Castle Mapa had been built. In addition to this, other treasures were everywhere, and most of them were casually discarded on the floor or in corners, as if the owner who had taken them from them had given but a fraction of a second of his time to the love of them, and then threw them on the floor and turned his head and forgot all about them. Complex, rich scents floated around the castle, and Evelyn could vaguely distinguish which of the beautiful carnivorous
"Did you miss me?" Sagon lay on his back on Evelyn's soft bed and seemed to be in a very happy mood as he crossed his thin two legs and shifted from one to the other. He propped his face up with one hand and stroked Hilda's hair with the other. The small, thin Hilda was bound mercilessly, his palmed lips wide open, tearing at Hilda's hair with his sharp teeth. Hilda was in pain, but Sagon covered her mouth, so all she could do was stare at Sagon with a furious glare. "Be careful," Evelyn warned instead of answering him, "you're hurting her." Sagon did not comply with her intention to change the topic, but to say something inexplicably creepy and sweet to himself, "I have been thinking about you, no matter when or where. You disappeared for such a long time ...... honestly I thought you had died, and for that reason I shed quite a few sad tears ...... obviously I didn't even cry when my father died." "But sometimes I think that you might
This power was bizarre and surging, making him feel extremely unfamiliar.Baymont's breath stuttered, as if he had sensed the danger under the thin ice, and instantly realized what was going on. Immediately after that, he turned his head expressionlessly and looked straight in the direction that Fang had left, his somewhat gloomy purple pupils abruptly narrowing. Obviously, this force went straight to Evelyn with lightning speed.Baymont couldn't think in time, he subconsciously chased after her, his figure was as fast as a ghost that appeared and disappeared suddenly. As he expected, the strange force did stop in front of Evelyn. It was a white demon he had never seen before, barely recognizable by race, its body sturdy and long and lean, its back hunched over, its slightly raised spine like a sharp hill that stretched all the way down to a long, thin, sharp tail that finally dissolved into white bone. Its head was also covered by hard white bone
Ruins full of corpses are not a suitable place to live, Evelyn intends to refurbish the dilapidated palace, when faced with this proposal, Baymont does not say anything, but just stares at her for a moment with what feels like an odd gaze, as if speculating on her intentions. Evelyn saw his skepticism and said in a brisk voice, "Don't look at me like that, isn't it your wish that I stay?" Baymont denied coldly and quickly, "That was before." Evelyn blinked, she was about to say something when she was interrupted by Baymont's voice.Baymont said with a blank face, "Do what you want to do whatever you want to do, don't bother me." After that, Baymont glanced at Evelyn with grayish purple pupils and turned away. Hilda leaned carefully behind the pillar, and she watched Baymont's figure disappear from view before she dared to boldly trot out from behind it, looking up at Evelyn with two bright eyes. "Will you stay here all the time?
Evelyn finds fresh water that can help Baymont cleanse his body, and despite the palace resembling a barren wasteland, some of the infrastructure is surprisingly still functional. Evelyn did some simple cleaning, and began to help Baymont clean his body.Baymont's body, Evelyn has seen it many times, but Evelyn is still the first time he has become so thin body ...... Demons rely on devouring their own kind to gain strength, and if they reduce feeding, it will naturally become weakened. Evelyn also noticed the stitch-like marks on both of his arms; these ordinary-looking, human-like hands were certainly not grown normally, and Evelyn guessed that Baymont had probably used some kind of smelting to forge them, then cut off his own hands and finally sewed them on. "......" Evelyn reached out again and touched the broken horn on the top of Baymont's head, which had extremely flat cuts in it. The remainder of the horn was hidden vaguely between the hair, so th
Almost from the moment she saw Hilda, Evelyn was sure of her identity. This could be because of that wonderful bloodline; after all, Hilda was Baymont's child conceived from her blood, and the closer they were to each other, the more deeply the part of Hilda that flowed through her and originally belonged to Evelyn would call to her. Evelyn's first sight of Hilda was not taken away from her by the other woman's rare long pale blonde hair; quite the opposite, her vision was slightly dazzled, and a subtle sound surged intermittently in her ears - the sound of blood flowing through her veins. The primal blood ties of the demons drew them to each other, called them to each other, and even though Hilda had deliberately hidden it and Evelyn had no intention of admitting it, she still knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Hilda was her child, that there was a minuscule part of Hilda that came from her, and that all beyond that had been given to and shaped for he