He stepped into the darkened room, the air thick with a heavy, sweet musk. In the center, a giant red silk bed loomed, draped with a tent-like veil that swayed gently with the warmth of the room. The man lying there was naked, muscles taut, anticipation written in every line of his body.
Through the thin, fluttering veil, Alex could see her. Crimson, almost transparent fabrics clung to her like liquid fire, revealing the perfect contours of her body. She sat astride the man, moving with a rhythm that was wild and intoxicating. Her skin was flawless, pale as snow, kissed with golden highlights that gleamed in the dim light. Every curve, every swell, every hollow of her body was visible, framed by the teasing, sheer cloth that left nothing to imagination.
Her hair fell around her shoulders, cascading like a dark waterfall, brushing against her bare back as she leaned forward. Her moans, soft and melodic, mingled with the man's low groans, echoing in the intimate darkness like a forbidden symphony. She arched her back, chest rising and falling, the swell of her breasts pressing against him, the golden sheen of her skin catching every flicker of light.
The man's hands roamed her hips and thighs, gripping, guiding, lost in the fever of her movements. Her lips met his in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling, breaths mingling, each touch sparking a heat that seemed to fill the entire room.
She leaned closer, letting her transparent veil slip just enough to reveal the gentle curves of her inner thighs, the subtle arch of her stomach, the delicate lines of her neck and collarbone. Every motion was deliberate, teasing, drawing every eye, every sense toward he. she leaned down playing with him . she kissed him ,as they kissed passinatly , the man hold gentlly , making her insane . but in second , his hands was turning green . his was moving like strangling relentless .
he was going insane , the men stop moving and dead . she sat on top him again , he looking at alex with secductive smile .
" how is that boy !".
The guard dropped to his knees.
"Lord! He brings information about Princess Rebecca! And two hundred thousand gold for slaves!"
She waved him off, eyes never leaving Alex. "Speak. What do you know?"
Alex didn't blink.
"There's a boy claiming to be the Prince of the Heavens. He's with her. And she's got a Crimson-Horned Lion bound to her."
She raised an eyebrow. "And where are they now?"
"They were fighting at Knight's Hall."
"A fine piece of information. What do you want in return?"
Her voice was honey, but her eyes were daggers—sharp and glowing with sin.
Alex stepped forward, calm as a storm before it strikes. "Simple," he said. "Sell me the princess."
She arched a brow. "Sell you… the princess?" Her smile curled like smoke. "And why should I, little prince?"
He chuckled, low and hungry. "Why?" His voice dropped to a purr. "I want to feel her. Taste her. Every inch of her screams royalty—and I want her screaming me instead."
She bit her lip, watching him like a lioness sizing up prey that might just bite back.
"My, my… such filthy words from such clean lips," she said, circling him. "You must be the family's favorite little devil."
Alex smirked. "They tried to cage me. Then they tried to burn me. Didn't work. So yeah… I guess you could say I'm the last son standing."
Lust stepped close, brushing her silk-covered chest against him as she whispered, "You're bold. I like bold. But I don't give away my toys for free."
"I don't play with toys," Alex said, tilting his head. "I break them."
She laughed, brushing a nail along his collarbone. "Careful, darling. That mouth might get you kissed… or killed."
He leaned close, letting his breath ghost over her ear. "Both sound fun… but only if I'm on top."
She shivered—not from fear, but from interest. Real, genuine thrill.
"But the princess," she said, stepping back with a teasing swing of her hips. "She's mine. Her blood sings. A ritual awaits."
Alex crossed his arms, his tone turning cooler, deadlier.
"Shame. I thought you were the kind of woman who'd give a poor boy a taste before denying the whole meal."
Lust walked back toward her throne, pausing with one leg up the steps, glancing over her shoulder.
"Oh, I'm very generous with boys who know how to beg properly."
Alex followed, slow and unblinking.
"I don't beg," he said. "But if you're lucky… I might let you kneel."
She froze.
Then turned around, laughing with unholy delight.
"You're dangerous," she said, lounging back on her black throne, legs crossed like a queen ready to devour. "And that turns me on."
Alex smirked. "Tell me—this ritual of yours. Will she survive it? Because I'd love to take you and her with me."
She rose slowly, hips swaying, hunger in her eyes. Her voice dropped, low and thick like honey spiked with poison. "No. She's of the First Order… a descendant of the Brave Lights. Once her blood and soul are fed to the darkness—she dies."
She paused in front of him, inches from his lips, her breath warm on his skin.
"…But you can still take me," she whispered, running a finger along his chest. "Make me scream."
She placed her hand on him.
Wrong move.
A blast of divine gold fire erupted from Alex's body—searing, pure, ancient. The room cracked with light. Darcy, hidden in his coat, unfurled into the air with a frightened shriek, wings trembling.
The woman's seductive grin shattered. Her eyes widened in horror as her skin sizzled from the holy blaze.
"You…" she hissed, staggering back as golden flames licked at her skin. "You're not human…"
Alex's voice dropped to a growl, his eyes blazing like twin suns.
"Did you really think you could touch a prince of heaven… and not get scorched?"
She was trembling now, her playful smirk melted into terror.
"Who are you? How the hell did you even get here?! The only way in is through teleporting portals…"
Alex smirked. "Then maybe you should ask yourself who opened them for me."
Her face went pale. "You defeated all of them… alone?"
He shrugged, as if it was nothing. "I have my ways. But damn… it's suffocating down here."
He looked up at the cracked ceiling of the underground slave market. Chains clinked in the stale air. Screams still echoed faintly in the distance. He clenched his fist—and the golden fire roared back, spiraling around his arm like a divine serpent. Mana surged, thick as a storm.
She backed away in disbelief. "What are you?! No human holds that kind of mana!"
And then… the stone walls started turning to sand—melting like wax under a sun that wasn't supposed to exist here.
"What are you doing, you bastard?!"
Alex gave a wicked smile. "Creating a bit of light… so I can see you clearly when I end you."
Darcy, now fully transformed into his majestic dragon form, spread her wings. Alex leapt onto her head, standing tall, eyes burning in the dark. Together, they levitated, rising into the air like a golden flame piercing hell itself. Slaves, slavers, nobles—all stared up, frozen. The darkness had never seen a star so bright.
He inhaled deeply. Then—punched.
Ruin marks on the ceiling erupted into fire. Ancient black seals cracked, oozing cursed blood and mana into the air before burning away like paper.
A cold, mocking voice echoed from behind:
"I can't believe you're already here, kid."
Alex turned.
A knight stood there, cloaked in violet aura, blade humming with bloodlust.
Alex's smile vanished. His voice turned flat.
"There you are. Just finished chatting with your bitch. Rotting to her core."
The knight snarled and vanished in a blur of flame.
Alex drew his blade—pure white, glowing even brighter than the cursed lamps. The violet knight transformed mid-air, morphing into a flame-covered monster.
They clashed.
Darcy soared, wings tearing through the air. The sky shook with the collision. Their blades danced, each strike echoing like thunder. Alex, unshaken, moved with fluid grace—not a master of the sword, but a master of will. His attacks weren't refined… they were relentless.
Water surged around him, forming tidal waves mid-air. Alex rode them like a storm, launching magical sword slashes, collapsing buildings beneath with every swing. The underground kingdom trembled, cracks ripping through tunnels and walls.
The flame beast charged—one last desperate blow.
Alex dodged and countered.
His blade tore through the knight's chest, golden steel glowing as it pierced darkness. The knight screamed, launching upward—breaking through the ceiling—exploding into the open night sky.
Alex stood tall on Darcy as the underground chamber groaned.
He closed his eyes.
Silence.
Then—the ceiling split apart, stone collapsing in chunks, the black market exposed to the stars. A dragon. A boy. A sky reclaimed.
"Darcy," he said calmly, "Roar. Let Leo and Ruby know hell has broken."
Darcy inhaled. The air froze.
Then came the roar—a beast's cry that shattered clouds and shook kingdoms. The sky cracked open as if the gods themselves were called.
At the Knight's Hall, Ruby, Klaner, and Grandz stopped dead. They heard it. And they ran.
Back in the burning underground…
Alex turned slowly—his eyes locking on the woman who once lounged like sin incarnate on a throne of bones and silk.
She was still there. Still smiling. Still draped in firelight and temptation.
The thin silk clinging to her body wasn't covering—it was bait. A whisper of modesty on a monster of lust.
She licked her lips, slow and deliberate.
"So… you do like it rough."
Alex's face was stone.
His eyes, however, told another story—one of fury just barely leashed.
She tilted her head, amused. "What a delightful little boy," she purred. "Making me crave…"
Then the air cracked.
The throne behind her split with a hiss of demonic power as she rose—no, ascended—her body glowing with the dark magic of desire itself.
Moonlight poured in through the shattered ceiling, and in that ghostly silver, her mask finally dropped.
Bark-scaled armor stretched across her body like living obsidian.
Curved, gnarled horns crowned her skull like war trophies.
Her skin—dead white—glowed like polished marble soaked in bloodlight.
Eyes like bottomless voids radiated ancient hunger. No pupil. No mercy. Just want.
And behind her, two wings—vast, jagged, and full of writhing black veins—unfurled with a crack of thunder, blotting out what little light remained.
She floated, untouched by gravity, her presence heavy enough to bend the air around her.
A devil. Unashamed. Unrestrained. Unholy.
"So… Heaven's boy wants to dance with Lust herself," she said, her voice echoing like a symphony of whispers in a nightmare.
"Let's see if you can survive the rhythm."
Alex, from atop Darcy, locked eyes with Ruby, Grandz, and Klaner through the magical link.
"Evacuate everyone. Now," he said, his voice calm but edged with thunder.
He narrowed his eyes. His blade ignited with holy flame.
He didn't speak after that.
But the fire behind his silence was louder than a thousand battle cries.
As his blade began to glow with pure white light, his eyes followed—flooded with a radiant white aura, blinding and divine.
Lust laughed—a sharp, cruel sound that rang through the ruins like shattered glass.
"Why does a Brave Light dare interfere with us?" she mocked, her lips curled with disdain. "Do you lords have a death wish?"
alex laugh and say " i have no bonds with them ! no restriction ! no reasoning ! just like my father !"
he hand starting shivering , she start smiling with holding back , " tell me kid who are you ! i know a smiliar presence for yours !".