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 demon's massive wings closed over Evelyn's head, blocking out most of the light, with only the faintest of rays filtering through, shining on Sagon's tightly knit, slightly confused face, his cheeks flushed, his eyes moist, and his body radiating an unusual amount of heat. Evelyn had once seen that same look on Irzey's face.Irzey's looks were ordinary and his personality was worlds apart from Sagon's.Probably because of the demon's natural conjoined blood, the two of them were still somewhat similar in some ways. The intimacy, playfulness and banter of a normal couple is Evelyn's way of testing Irzey; after all, the other man seems emotionally stunted and unappreciative, and teasing him with a little girlish trickery is the funniest game of all. [You ...... don't want to do that again.] Irzey would only turn sideways, favoring that somewhat embarrassed face, his snow-white cheeks and pale lips would show a hint of unusual redness. He could d
It's Baymont. Evelyn's face was buried in the soft bedding, and Sagon had been pressing on the back of her head so that she couldn't look up, and therefore couldn't see Baymont's stance or the look on his face at the moment - most of the time, Baymont's black hood blocked Evelyn's view of his features, and she could only guess by the sound of his voice. Most of the time, Baymont's black hood blocked Evelyn's view of him, and Evelyn could only guess at his emotions, which barely fluctuated, by the sound of his voice. Now, for example, Evelyn knew without looking that Baymont was angry. The angrier he gets, the calmer he gets and the less willing he is to talk. Sagon apparently realized this as well, and he seemed to smell some sort of unusual vibe in the air, or perhaps the blood in his body was coldly reminding him of it. The sharp imp instantly tensed its entire body, its long, thin tail raised high, subconsciously taking a defensive s