"Yes… I will rise again. From rat to man, from man to sect, from sect to world. I will rebuild Soul Dominion. I will make them all bow."
The broken hut shook with a sudden gust of wind, though no storm passed.
The Devil God had begun his path to power once more.
And the world would soon remember his name.
The Azure Sect's nights were always quiet. Crickets sang, the moonlight spread pale shadows across the broken courtyards, and the wind whispered between the shabby wooden huts reserved for servants.
Kael lay on his thin straw mat, his crippled body aching from the day's humiliations. His chest burned, not with pain, but with the memory of power. He could still feel the faint hum of his Soul Dominion, like embers buried under ash.
I was a god once. Now they spit on me like a dog.
His fists clenched. He thought of the disciples who had beaten him, the elders who mocked his name, and the so-called heroes who had thrust their blades into his divine flesh. Hatred sharpened his will.
But hatred was not all that stirred.
As the night deepened, a different hunger began to rise. It had been buried since his death — a hunger of the body. Lust. Desire. Instinct. He remembered how, as the Devil God, his dominion over souls was not only for war and conquest. He had bent kings to his will, made queens kneel, and silenced entire armies with a single whisper. Even the most chaste priestesses had begged for his touch, broken by the weight of his command.
The thought made his crippled flesh stir with life.
Kael's lips curled into a dark smile. "So, the beast inside me wakes again."
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The Servant Girl
A faint creak of wood echoed outside his hut. Through the thin walls, Kael sensed someone moving. A servant girl, no older than 18, was sweeping dust from the paths. Her body was frail, her robe plain and torn at the edges. She worked because she had no choice, bound to the sect as the lowest of the low.
Kael's eyes glowed faintly in the dark. Perfect.
He sat up slowly, ignoring the pain in his limbs. Extending his will, he called upon the fragment of his old power. It was weak, so very weak — but it was there. A whisper of Soul Dominion.
Obey me, he thought, sending the command like a thread of smoke through the night air.
The girl paused. Her broom froze mid-sweep. Slowly, as if dazed, she turned toward his hut. Her bare feet carried her closer without question.
Kael felt a rush of triumph. Yes. Even now, in this broken flesh, they cannot resist me.
When she reached the doorway, her eyes looked unfocused, cloudy. She stepped inside, bowing her head.
"Why… am I here?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Kael leaned back against the wall, his eyes sharp. "Because I wished it."
Her breath quickened, confusion painting her face. She shook her head, clutching her broom like a shield. "No… I shouldn't… I need to finish my work—"
Kael's smile widened. "Kneel."
The word carried weight. Invisible chains sank into her mind. Her knees buckled, and she dropped to the floor before him. Her broom clattered aside.
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First Taste of Control
Kael's body tingled with satisfaction. He stretched out his crippled hand, letting his fingers graze her hair. She flinched at the touch, but could not move away.
Inside her eyes, a storm brewed. Fear, resistance, confusion — but beneath it all, something else. A flicker of warmth, a heat she did not understand. Kael had not only commanded her body — he had stirred her hidden instincts, her secret desires buried deep inside.
Her lips trembled. "W-why can't I… stop?"
Kael chuckled, low and cruel. "Because your soul remembers who I am, even if your mind denies it."
He sent another command, softer this time: Breathe slowly. Feel warmth in your chest. Let it spread.
Her chest rose and fell, as if his words were law. A blush colored her pale cheeks. Her body obeyed, even while her eyes darted in panic.
Kael's excitement deepened. It was not the act of flesh that stirred him — it was her helpless surrender, the proof that his dominion had not died. That even in weakness, his will was iron, and hers was glass.
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The Devil's Thrill
Minutes passed as Kael tested his power.
"Touch your face," he whispered. She obeyed.
"Smile." Her lips curved against her will.
"Now, cry." Tears welled and slid down her cheeks.
Kael laughed softly, the sound filled with dark delight. Every command was a reminder that he was not broken, not powerless. His instincts of domination, his lust for control, were alive once more.
The girl, trapped between resistance and obedience, shook like a leaf. Her voice cracked. "Please… let me go…"
Kael studied her trembling form, his eyes gleaming. He could feel his blood burning hotter, his body craving more. Yet he held back. Not because of mercy — mercy was long dead in his heart. No, he restrained himself because power tasted sweeter when savored slowly.
He leaned close, his breath brushing her ear. "Go now. But remember this night. Your soul belongs to me."
The command sank deep, a seed planted in her spirit. She stumbled to her feet, confusion clouding her gaze, and fled the hut.
Kael lay back on his mat, his body shaking with dark satisfaction.
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Awakening of Lustful Instincts
For the first time since his death, he felt alive. Not as the broken disciple mocked by the sect, but as the Devil God reborn. His instincts of conquest, lust, and domination surged through him like fire.
He whispered to himself, a vow carried by the night wind:
"This world thought it had rid itself of me. But I will rise again. I will bend every soul, every body, every heart to my will. They will kneel. They will obey. And they will learn… that the Devil God's lust never dies."
Outside, the moonlight gleamed brighter, as if mocking the heavens.
Kael closed his eyes, already dreaming of the next soul he would break.