“Ugh… ngh… ugh…”
Not a single ray of light penetrated the Black Bedchamber.
From time to time, a miserable, agonized roar echoed through the darkness.
On the high throne sat a man in splendid robes.
His eerie crimson pupils flickered in the pitch-black room.
What flickered in those eyes was excitement, was delight.
The corners of his mouth stretched into an exaggerated grin.
Before him knelt a person with long horns, head bowed, not daring to look at the man on the throne.
Two severed arms lay on the ground, still twitching sporadically.
Blood flowed from the smooth cuts where his arms had been.
From the pain, his body trembled slightly.
Though he tried his utmost to endure, a scream of agony still escaped his lips.
The man on the throne watched the figure before him, his smile widening until the corners of his mouth split open.
That expression was utterly terrifying.
This man was the Demon King.
Promian Aixius.
The being feared by humans and all other races.
Suddenly, he flicked his finger.
The kneeling man’s lower body was severed from his upper half.
Without support, the half-torso fell straight to the ground.
It revealed the face that had been hidden.
That man was none other than the third-in-command and deputy commander of the Demon King’s Army.
Emil La’an.
This man, known for his cold demeanor, was now in such a miserable state.
Suddenly, the man on the throne’s smile vanished.
He closed his eyes, no longer looking at the pieces of the man on the floor.
He uttered a single word.
“Boring.”
The flesh on the ground immediately vanished from the palace.
“…”
The pieces of flesh now appeared outside the bedchamber.
Strangely, a black viscous liquid surged out from the chunks, adhering them together.
In no time, they reassembled into a complete human form.
The look of pain on Emil’s face had already disappeared, replaced instead by relief.
He hurried away, as if eager to leave this place.
Though he had experienced this many times, it still made his heart race.
After all, he couldn’t die—but it still hurt.
Soon, a slightly luxurious cottage appeared before him.
At the door, a cute young girl was waiting for something.
When she saw Emil, she immediately ran over, threw herself into his arms, and rubbed against him.
In a soft, sweet voice, she said,
“Welcome back, big brother.”
Emil looked at the girl snuggling in his arms, and the gloom in his heart and the pain in his body instantly dissipated.
He gently stroked her head, and a voice that seemed neither male nor female came from his mouth.
“Mm… I’m home, Sira.”
The girl felt the hand on her head and unconsciously nuzzled against it.
Then she let go of Emil, took his hand, pushed open the door, and walked inside.
Both of them collapsed onto the sofa.
Sira hesitated, then spoke.
“Big brother… the Demon King… did he again…”
Emil immediately shook his head and said gently,
“It’s fine. I’m used to it.”
Seeing Emil like this, Sira decided not to pursue the matter.
She walked toward the kitchen and looked back.
“What do you want to eat today, big brother?”
Emil still wore that gentle smile.
“Anything you make, I’ll love.”
Sira gave a faint smile and busied herself in the kitchen.
In no time, a table full of dishes was laid out—all of them human-style cuisine.
Indeed, Sira was a human, not the biological sister of this Demon King’s Army executive.
Even from appearances, it could be seen that most demons had obvious distinguishing features.
For example, Emil’s horns and purple pupils were his traits.
He endured such humiliation from the Demon King precisely to protect his sister.
Five years ago, during a battle against the human camp, he had found Sira.
He had originally planned to offer her to the Demon King, but seeing the child’s innocent smile and playful face, he had become selfish.
Soon, dinner time passed.
He urged Sira to go to bed.
Though the girl was extremely reluctant, she had to obediently listen to her brother.
After all, Sira knew what Emil endured every day.
Not that she found out deliberately.
The first time Emil suffered that torment, she had been right there, forced by the Demon King to watch from beside the throne.
‘Huff… I have to hurry. Keeping Sira here forever is not an option.’
His purple eyes held a trace of melancholy.
His somewhat soft, handsome face was tinged with bitterness.
‘Huff…’
He took a deep breath, then took out a mirror from his Storage Bag.
He channeled Spiritual Power into it, and soon an image of a man appeared on the mirror’s surface.
Emil looked at the man in the mirror and said urgently,
“Your Holiness the Pope, how are things progressing on the human side?”
The man called the Pope had excitement flickering in his eyes.
He licked his dry lips.
“We recently reached cooperation with the Elf Race and other races. Over a million troops have been deployed on the Eastern Front, Western Front, and other positions of your Demon Race. Several locations are led by our top human powerhouses. We can launch a General Offensive in less than a month.”
After this long speech, the Pope picked up a cup made of gold, took a sip of water to soothe his dry mouth.
Hearing this, Emil’s face lit up with joy.
Then he spoke with some concern,
“Your Holiness, about my sister… what do you think…”
He put on a fawning smile as he looked at the Pope in the mirror.
Seeing this, the Pope smiled and said,
“I will do what I promised. The girl will join the Church of the Light Goddess and become one of its members. And the special care I promised you, I will also provide.”
Emil’s fawning smile grew even wider—it could almost be called ecstasy.
“Thank you, Your Holiness. Thank you, Your Holiness.”
By the time he finished these two sentences, the Pope had already ended the communication.
He put away the mirror and collapsed onto the soft sofa as if relieved.
Staring at the ceiling, he murmured to himself,
“One more month… after one more month, Sira will be free. I just have to get through this one month.”
He had been conspiring with the Pope of the Temple of the Light Goddess for several years.
Now, his wish was about to come true.
To send his sister back to the human race, to free her from the fear of following him, a demon.
Let her receive a proper human education and return to where she truly belonged.
For his sister, it was all worth it.
Even if he himself would die in the end, he didn’t care.
After all… he had lived long enough.
Emil slowly walked into Sira’s room.
Pushing open the door, it was pitch-black except for a faint glimmer of light.
The room held only the soft sound of the girl’s breathing, with moonlight casting a pale glow on her fair face.
His purple pupils shone, dispelling the darkness before his eyes.
He gently placed his hand on Sira’s cheek, stroking it.
His eyes were filled with reluctance and joy.
The day he had painstakingly planned for so long was finally coming.
Through countless days and nights of torment, he had looked forward to it.
Looked forward to that day.
Now, it would be realized in less than a month.
The girl slightly furrowed her brow, as if about to be woken by his touch.
Emil instinctively pulled his hand away in panic.
He quietly left the room, leaving no trace behind.
The room was left with only the girl’s soft breathing.