Evelyn is looking in the mirror, seriously brushing her hair. She turned her head sideways and ran a comb through the long, beautiful, soft, pale blonde hair, running her fingers through it as if she were caressing a river of gold. Once she had combed her hair, she began to braid it in a simple yet beautiful braid. She was skillful and dexterous, she hadn't helped pretty girls with their hair before when she was at the temple, and it didn't take long for the soft strands to intertwine with each other, the slightly curly crunchy hair hanging masterfully around her ears. She took a good look at the skin on her face in the mirror, pale, delicate and smooth, perhaps because she had adapted to living here, her face had regained some of its redness rather than all of its whiteness, and she looked in good spirits, or at least very healthy. Immediately after that, she stood a little farther away and examined the long dress she was wearing with the unique critical eyes of a girl - it
Agarez stared at her face for a moment before shifting his gaze to the solid black gem. To him, the pure black gem was as common and plain as the gray gravel that could be found everywhere, the only feature being that it had been picked out by Evelyn from amongst a large pile of treasure. He wouldn't have even cast a glance at the gem if it hadn't been favored by Evelyn, and in fact he couldn't remember when he'd dropped it into the place. "My eyes?" Agarez repeated Evelyn's words, his gaze coldly scrutinizing the gem. He spoke, "Because it's all equally black." Evelyn shook her head with a sincere expression and said, "Because it's all equally beautiful." Saying so, Evelyn signaled Agarez to raise his hand, and immediately afterward placed the pure black gem into Agarez's palm. His hand was a sharp claw belonging to a dragon type, covered with hard and tiny scales, the sharp edges glowing with a light cold light, this pure black gem lay silently on his palm, it looked to
Agarez stared at her in silence; there was at least a never-ending moonlight in the eternal night of the Old Realm, but there was nothing in his eyes, and they were horribly dark. It wasn't really a request or a gesture of favor anymore, it was more like a bold invitation. Her fingers, her gaze, her eyes, her every move was carefully approaching and touching, and as long as she didn't get a strong refusal, she would give an inch. Agarez had no reason to refuse and wordlessly allowed her to approach. So Evelyn took out a clean handkerchief that had been soaked up with water and examined his body with eyes that were clearer than the river's water, and then wiped him with gentle, careful movements - the first thing Evelyn touched was his broad shoulders, and it only felt as if she were touching hard and cold rock, and the demon's body was probably It was like that, as if it were unapproachable steel. Agarez, however, had a beautifully defined and quite beautiful collarbone, and
It wasn't that Agarez hadn't seen a woman's body-or rather, a female demon's body. The demonic Archduchess Sidi, whom he killed with his own hands, was a passionate, flirtatious and hot woman, and the sex-obsessed Archduchess was still flirting with her lover when Agarez came to her door and challenged her to a fight. During the course of the battle, the Archduchess named Sidi quickly becomes enamored of him again, seducing him with her dangerous yet captivating snake-like eyes, tempting him with her naked and voluptuous body, and finally dying under Agarez's merciless scythe - all boring tricks of her opponent as far as Agarez is concerned. But Evelyn ...... was different from Sidi, from any female demon he had ever met. There were no hard scales on her body used to defend against sharp objects, her skin was so soft and fragile that even just accidentally touching the scales on his little arm would cut her bloody; she had no long horns, no tail, no wings, and almost her ent
Evelyn didn't make a sound, she just lay quietly in Agarez's arms, reaching out to stroke his cold, hard hair like a subtle, euphemistic intimacy. Agarez wrapped his arms around her with a little more force, exerting a pressure on her body that was hard to ignore without causing her pain. He inclined his face slightly so that her fingers could smoothly caress his pointed ears and elsewhere. Evelyn stared at the purple moon on the distant horizon and suddenly remembered something and asked softly, "Speaking of which ...... can I ask you something, Agarez?" Agarez nodded. "Baymont said Irzey ...... that the last demon your father saw in life was you," Evelyn remembered that Baymont had also said that Agarez had always been evasive on the subject, so she more cautiously tried, "Can you tell me what happened?" Evelyn whispered, "Though I am his queen, I have only seen projections of his consciousness in the human world, and know almost nothing about the real Irzey ...... Can y
Baymont is a somewhat odd demon compared to his kind, something Agarez found out before anyone else. Even though Agarez and Baymont were both born to Demon Lords and are not that far apart in age, due to the fact that Demons inherently do not value blood relations, children are convenient tools of control for their parents, let alone between siblings. So the bond between the two brothers is not deep, even a little distant. But they had fought side by side for far too long, so they knew each other even better than the father who had given birth to them. Baymont and Asmodeus were born together, and it seems that the former all but plundered the life force and power belonging to his brother to become the victor of the competition in the womb, but Asmodeus seems to have taken something else - Baymont is naturally more reticent and lackluster than the other demons, reticent. While the other demons were obsessed with fighting, killing, and devouring each other, young Baymont showe
"I heard all your conversations!" Baymont had just stepped out of the room on his front foot when Sagon jumped in from outside the open window on his back foot. Evelyn had only just gone out and returned to see Sagon back in one piece - think of him taking Evelyn's instructions in stride and secretly eating many of the palace attendants while she was away, arousing Baymont's suspicions in the process. Despite having regrown his stump, Sagon still looked much thinner than before, his face paler and his jaw thinner, except for those turquoise eyes that remained bright as if they had flames burning in them when he looked at Evelyn. Sagon stared at Evelyn with burning eyes and asked, "So you still want Baymont, right? Do you want Baymont more than me?" His barrage of pressed questions bordered on aggressive, but the usual surly demeanor in Sagon had disappeared long ago when he'd been corralled like a dog. He pursed his lips, his e
Baymont wants to have a baby. A child that was conceived through his body and belonged entirely to Evelyn. Though children born of demons are also destined to be demons, Baymont wants his child to be like Evelyn, with long, beautiful pale blonde hair and a soft, warm body, and just as he belongs to Evelyn, this child conceived by him will belong to Evelyn as well. Baymont vaguely understands that humans, unlike demons, are a race that emphasizes marriage, family, and bloodlines, and human women are even more so, taught from birth to be docile, diligent, and understanding, and to love their mates and children as much as their own lives. He hopes that the child he gave birth to will become a part of his life and a bond between him and Evelyn, just like Evelyn. Baymont's desire for children stems from his love and dependence on Evelyn. He hopes to continue their love and their lives through their children. He hopes that this child can become a witness of their love and a beauti
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