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
Evelyn froze slightly. Has Xavier been captured by Shaykh? She had heard a few of the palace attendants talk about Xavier entering the Old Realm and searching for her, humans like him who were strong, powerful and possessed demonic abilities to restrain demons were quite rare, but any well-informed demon had heard of a special human who had appeared, and Shaykh was certainly no exception. Since Xavier was on Shaykh's side, he should have known her whereabouts as well, and it was only a matter of time before he found his way here. As for the matter of being made into a mannequin by Shaykh ...... Evelyn just smiled slightly, without a trace of worry showing on her face. Evelyn thought in her mind, if even a piece of shit like Shaykh can beat you, then you're a loser with no growth after all, so what can you do even if you come? Evelyn waited peacefully and quietly with an inexplicable feeling for the inheritance ceremony, looking at the three moons hanging side by side in
Evelyn couldn't help but laugh softly.Asmodeus blinked, looking at Evelyn's beautiful profile, and asked in confusion, "What are you laughing about?""Well..." Evelyn replied after a moment's thought, "I just found something amusing, that's all."Asmodeus: "?"Evelyn didn't speak again. She leaned against the railing, chin propped on one hand, and looked down at the atrium below with a well-traveled demeanor, as if she were a guest seated above a gladiatorial arena.Under her gaze, Shaykh, who hadn't been seen for a long time, frowned tightly with an expression of annoyance and impatience. He turned his face sideways as if one more glance at the other demons would make him sick. Shaykh pursed his lips and said, "It's noisy.""Oops, it's Shaykh," Grand Duchess Mapa unfolded her fan to shield her face, the charming eye on the fan narrowing slightly as if smiling, "Finally, I see you've come out of that crummy castle, and you're still as lovely as ever."Shaykh sneered, "Old woman, you
Evelyn looked to be in a good mood, her footsteps light as she pulled Asmodeus down the off-white hallway, a faint smile on her beautiful face. She kept holding Asmodeus's hand without letting go, as if it was a perfectly natural thing to do.Asmodeus followed her step by step, hanging his head and staring blankly at Evelyn's hand that was holding his, looking like a dog that had been put on a leash and was obediently following its master. Evelyn noticed his gaze, turned her face sideways, gave him a look and asked with a smile, "What are you looking at?" Asmodeus blinked, and a long moment passed before he suddenly said, "Your hands are so soft." Evelyn: "?" Evelyn found it a little amusing that from Asmodeus' words, she didn't sense a man's praise for a woman at all; the other woman looked as if she had found a novelty and was overly curious and surprised by it. "Did you just realize that now?" Evelyn asked. Asmodeus nodded thoughtfully - he moved his fingers, which w
Immediately after that, Asmodeus suddenly realized something and questioned Evelyn in a strongly dissatisfied tone, "Do you think I can't kill him? Do you think I'm weak?" "Of course not," Evelyn shook her head, her eyes sincere, "I never thought so." Asmodeus bristled, seeming to completely disbelieve the flowery words Evelyn used to curry favor with him, and crumbled to himself, "There is no such thing as the best ...... Of course I don't mind if you think so, of course I'm strong! I'm not as strong as Agarez or Baymont, but I wouldn't even think twice about a guy of Sagon's caliber, I'd be able to kill him several times, it's just a matter of how long it takes. I went one-on-one with Sagon many times when I was a kid, and in the end, he couldn't beat me and sneaked away-" "I'll get Sagon now." Asmodeus was halfway through talking to himself when he suddenly made a decision. He dropped the crumpled pieces in his hand onto the messy bo