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I'm The Son of a Demon Lord?!

What if you learnt that your father was a demon lord? And what if that demon lord killed your mother? ====== New Chapters every Monday - Thursday! Website for illustrations!: https://www.dotturndotcreative.com/gallery

dotturndot · Fantasi
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169 Chs

4.21.

"See. I'm your senior. No harm done right?" Reese responded nonchalantly.

"Do you even have friends?"

"What kind of question is that?!" Reese yelped.

Sequencee turned away.

'She didn't use her gift on me.. right?'

Sequencee didn't couldn't find anything odd about himself.

"So, what do you think about my looks? Do you think it can swindle the hero?" Reese twirled the fringes of her hair.

"Sequencee.. what's going on? Can't you take your hands away now..?" Schwii asked, flustered.

"Don't put Schwii at risk," Iona demanded Sequencee.

Sequencee pulled Schwii closer to him, she shuddered.

"I don't know. You have to try it for yourself, but I don't recommend it."

"And why is that?" Reese's voice contained a hint of curiosity.

"You're going to get yourself in trouble."

"Isn't that just wonderful?"

'What's wonderful about that?'

"Sequencee.." Schwii pushed against his arms.

'Sorry Schwii, hold on.'

"So have I answered your question? If nothing more, we'll leave."

"I'm really a sight for sore eyes aren't I? Fine, I understand. I'll leave. I only came to say hello. Seems that my first impression had left a deep scar in you," Reese's voice faded.

Sequencee felt her presence completely disappear from the range of his spatial magic.

Slowly, he released Schwii.

"Sorry," he said.

"That girl.. was the one who you were kidnapped by last time?"

"Something like that."

"What's your relationship with her?"

"A stranger that caught her interest.."

"Was she beautiful?

"Sort of..? "

Schwii grabbed Sequencee by both cheeks.. her crimson eyes glowed in a mysterious light.

'Schwii? What are..'

She planted a deep kiss on his lips.

"You're. mine. Mine alone. I don't. Permit this," Schwii said, in between the breaths of their kiss.

Everytime Sequencee tried to pull away, she would push forward. His mind was growing fuzzy from the passion.

As the toxins began working, Sequenccee's consciousness began to fade. He eventually went limp in her arms, dropping to the ground she kept pouring her saliva into him. Tongues intertwined, leaving silver strings, Schwii slowly pulled away.

Her face was beet red, breathing ragged.

"Milady.. what are you doing..?" Iona asked.

"I-I couldn't help myself.."

"Are you.."

Before Iona could finish her words, Schwii kissed him again.

Sequencee's close proximity towards her, and Reese's provocative words had sparked the lust within her.

"I-Iona, I need to play later tonight.. I can't hold it in any more.."

'I want him.. I want him so bad but I have to wait..'

"Yes Your Highness," Iona answered.

It was a simple case of Schwii being in heat, the trigger being Sequencee's protective act. With Iona carrying Sequencee, the three of them quickly headed back to the dorm.

"What a lewd succubus."

Reese chuckled before melting back into the shadows once more.

===

"That's what he said?" Lancet growled.

"That's what he said. I'm unable to convince him," Azaleas responded.

"Hah. And who was it that said she could resolve the matter?" Rose snickered.

"Of course, not all hope is lost."

"Not lost? You wouldn't even tell us your plan. How do you expect us to know if you can fix things between us?"

Sequencee denied Azaleas' offer to help. It was a lie that he didn't know about the matter, at the same time, it wasn't a lie that he didn't know about the plan.

Azaleas merely smiled, saying nothing. It created an ominous mood, one that even Rose shuddered to.

"What are you thinking in that black mind of yours?" Rose asked, narrowing her eyes.

"The plan," she responded with a smile.

"It doesn't involve an external force.. does it?" Lancet asked to confirm. Hiring things like assassins, slave traders, or professional kidnappers. Using these underhanded tactics properly could shock Leticia into complying– if done properly.

"No. Just me."

".. what kind of plan involves just you? Why do you need to call us here if that's the case!" Rose raised her voice in rage.

"Rose, could you leave for a moment," Lancet demanded.

"Me, leave? You're telling me to leave?" Rose pounded her fist against the table.

"Leave!" Lancet's authoritative voice boomed, implying that 'no' wasn't a permissible answer.

"Asshole," Rose spat, promptly leaving the table.

"Azaleas, tell me. How do you intend to break off my engagement? You said that my sister is a key piece of the puzzle, but now that she's not going to help, how are you going to do it yourself?"

"The plan hadn't needed her help to begin with. Her involvement would make things easier. It's a shame she doesn't see you as her brother, does it?"

"What are you trying to say.. " Lancet growled.

"She loves her friends more than she does family."

"So she hates me?"

"Would you like a single syllable answer to that question?"

"Azaleas, I swear if your plan doesn't work, I'll tell your brother to discipline you."

"Did you not hear me?" Azaleas merely smiled, "I warned you to not treat me in this manner have I not?"

"You expect me to treat you kindly when you treat me like this?"

"Would you rather I die?"

"Die then."

"What a nice family we have. I'm happy that your sister chose to give up," Azaleas stood up.

"..What?"

"I will carry out my plan now. See you."

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Lancet grabbed her by the arm.

"I'm going to make your wish come true. What else?"

".. Tell me already.."

"You will know once the plan has been done."

Azaleas pried off his hand gently.

"Just be patient and wait for the result."

Lancet stared at her departing figure. Slowly.. ever so slowly, a chill crept up his spine.

===

"The Saint Academy is complaining that the committee should've hosted a fight for third place," said one elf. Kicking her legs as if fuming, her skirt slipped up, revealing her panties.

"No way. Isn't it clear that we went against the stronger team? It would make sense why our ensemble would be third place," replied another elf leaning on the table. Her uniform– Eluive Academy uniform– unbuttoned at the top, revealing her deep cleavage.

"If Covenant's Academy had won, we would've come in fourth," said a third elf, biting into a spoonful of cake.

"A lot of it is thanks to that boy isn't it?" the first elf shifted her legs.

"I hear he's not even from the magic concert course."

"Really?! What course is he in then?"

"The enforcer course."

"If you're interested in him, I also have another piece of bad news. It seems he's already taken," joked the fourth elf.

"I don't even know him.. the most I'd want are a few pointers on how he's so good!"

The female members of the magic concert ensemble from Eluive's Prestigious Academy for Heroes were gossiping around the living room space with a big strawberry cake and drinks. They celebrated their loss and win.

Click.

At this time, Azaleas entered the dorm.

"Azaleas! You're back!"

"Do you want to have some cake?"

"Ah, were you celebrating?"

"Come on, we have your share too!"

Azaleas joined the group of elves in their banter.

"Your sister and brother-in-law said something nasty about you, didn't they?"

"Don't listen to them, we did well. Third place is a commendable achievement."

"Even Her Highness Titania said it was alright. Why listen to them?"

Azaleas put a forkful of cake in her mouth.

"Where did you get this cake? It's delicious." Azaleas asked.

"Where did you get the cake Lucy?"

"There's a pastry shop near the museum. It was the first time seeing so many cakes in one place, I just had to get one! I also got each person a small tiramisu cheese cake, your share is in the fridge. It's bitter, but tasty."

"Really?"

"Yes really."

"Have you seen my sister around?"

"She's probably sleeping in her room already."

"She came in fumming.. that's why we thought something happened."

Azaleas nodded. Taking a sip of the fruit drink. She went to take the tiramisu.

"You're eating it already?"

"Yes. I'm curious about the taste."

"Too much cake at once is bad for you, you know?"

"It's probably not an issue for Azaleas. It's not every day she eats like this, plus, she has a good figure."

They weren't lying when they said that the tiramisu was good. Azaleas gave each person a bite, the expressions on their face lit up.

"We should get these for Her Highness."

"Does she eat sweet things though?"

"It's bitter-sweet though?"

Finishing the tiramisu, Azaleas helped to clean her share and put the remainder of the large cake into the fridge.

"Are you going to sleep already?"

"Yes. I'm going to sleep. Good night everyone."

"You haven't taken a bath though?"

"I'll do that tomorrow.. I'm tired,"

"Are you really okay Azaleas? You don't look fine to me."

"I'm alright. Thank you for your concern."

"Why not at least take a bath? That'll help refresh your mood."

"If you wish to talk about anything, we're here to listen okay?"

"I appreciate it," Azaleas' voice quivered.

"See you tomorrow then."

"Good night."

"See you," Azaleas smiled.

She then went to her room– a shared one with Rose sleeping at the bottom bunk. It was dark, with a nightlight illuminating the place. Rose was seen in her bed, soundly asleep.

Azaleas went to the bedside and looked at her sister's face. Scrunched up in anger, it was clear she went to bed furious. Well, at least she was beautiful.

Azaleas then walked to her desk and from the cabinet, took out a knife and potion she had hidden there. She took a cloth and soaked it in the potion.

Her hands trembled greatly as she worked the process.

"I'll be free," Azaleas convinced herself.

Staggering, she walked to the bed. Carefully, she held the cloth over Rose's face for a few minutes. She pulled down the blankets to reveal a ring on her finger.

"He doesn't love you."

She cut her finger off, the ring fell, blood spilled on the bed.

A melancholic smile curled.

Azaleas straddled over her.

She held her knife high.

"Goodbye."

Her sister's figure reflected in her tears, she brought the knife down.