Yulo pulled his disgusting cock from the queen and stood before veal, then dropped to his knees,
"My king." He said in a submissive tone.
"You have done a wonderful job, Yulo. I enjoyed your show greatly." He said while patting Yulo's head, he told him to carry on, after which he turned to the king, and one of his tails flashed from under his cloak, and,
Splat!
The king's head vanished from his body, it sprang in the air, flipped a few times, then landed in Veal's hand. His blood sprayed like a river, painting the room a bloody canvas. After which, Veal vanished as if he had never been there.
Yulo then glanced at his father's headless body, and complex emotions flooded through him.
Joy.
Satisfaction.
he then jumped on the bed a second later and continued his debauchery. The queen and princess gazed at the king's body, and they felt nothing.
if it were a month ago, they saw this, they would have broken down crying and promising to take revenge on his killer, even if it was the last thing they did, but now no such thoughts flowed through their corrupted minds, now the only thing they care about was their master's cock.
As for the source of the vileness, they didn't dare to think about him too much.
…
At the same time as the king died, a lot of his followers followed in his footsteps.
Their wives or mothers welcome them home, greeting them with a well-cooked meal. They eat it happily with a warm smile, and even praise the cooking, not knowing that it's laced with treachery. By the time they took the twentieth bite, their smiles faded, replaced with an expression of extreme agony. The agony poison raving their insides, and agony stemmed from the realization that their most loved ones were no more, the ones who welcomed them home were mere remnants. walking shells of depravity.
Thus, the guardians of the empire fell.
Thus, the empire falls.
…
Veal calmly traveled in the direction of the cathedral, with the head of the king in his hands. With each step he took, he traversed 100 meters. His cloak and bits of his pheromones blew in the wind, slowly polluting the citizens peeking at him from the windows of their homes with confusion and extreme fear.
"Oh my god… he's holding the head of the king in his hands!" one screamed.
"The king! No!"
" Look at his eyes! Ah! Monster! " another screamed.
"Is he the thing the holy knights have been screaming about?"
"Wait… my body feels weird."
"Mine too. What's happening?"
...
veal's purple eyes locked onto the priestess, who was gazing at him from her bedroom window. No words were needed.
Both knew the time had come.
This was the moment he will pull the priestess from her throne woven from pureness, into his embrace of euphoric filth.
Her eyes burned with two clashing desires: lust and loathing. These extreme emotions intertwined within her, creating chaos. She wanted him so, so much, craved his embrace, his warmth, yet she hated him just as much. He had destroyed everything her ancestors had built. Destroyed everything they stood for.
She didn't know what to do, nor could anything be done. His strength was beyond this world. There was no hero to slay this demon like in the fairytales.
'Now he comes to claim me,' she thought nervously.
Veal traversed street after street, and just as he was about to reach the cathedral, a surviving knight clad in black armor launched himself at Veal from behind a nearby tree. His eyes laced with hate, his sword slashed toward Veal's neck, aiming to behead him.
"DIE! YOU MONSTER!" the knight shouted.
In a second, his sword arrived at Veal's neck, but right before it could make contact, one of Veal's tails flashed and,
Splat!
The knight's head exploded like a watermelon. His brain matter spattered over the street. Bap! His corpse dropped to the ground. Veal took a step forward, continuing his journey. Not once did his eyes glance at his attacker. Or rather, his eyes never once left hers.
For in his eyes, of all the humans in this world, only she was worthy of his attention. And at this moment, she was beautiful beyond belief. Her golden aura now shone with a crimson glow, illuminating the surroundings like a star, mesmerizing him, fluttering his demonic heart.
He could tell that once her aura turned completely crimson, once she completely fell, she would produce the greatest lust energy he had ever encountered.
She will be his greatest feast yet.
Soon, he stood directly below her window. He launched himself at it. In no time, he ascended eight meters, and Pash! The stained glass exploded as he burst through.
The priestess stood frozen. One of the splinters from the broken window grazed her left cheek, leaving behind a cut. Her crimson blood dripped slowly, but she didn't notice it.
Her mind was too focused on the demon standing a meter before her.
His body straightened, towering over her, gazing down. His chest rose and fell slowly. His eyes shone with ravenous hunger. With the strongest holy knight's head in his hand, as if to tell her that resistance was futile.
And once again, his presence suffocated the purity from her mind, replacing it with depraved thoughts of him.
Then it happened, the demon's cloak fell to the ground, revealing his true self.
He was different from the man in her dreams. He was human… and not. A creature like nothing she had seen before.
Beastial, but hypnotizing.
Blue skin that shimmered under the sunlight. Pointy ears. Short black hair. Red teeth, designed to rip flesh apart. A muscular but sleek body. between his legs, a huge penis that caused her mind to flutter with fear, with two beautiful glowing tails that danced behind him like serpents, mesmerizing her.
He did not resemble the image of the man that he had imprinted into her soul. But there was no doubt it was him.
Even though he was different, her body and mind still wanted him.
Veal took a step forward.