The Demon Lord Returns
The wind above the Hawk Clan territory changed first.
It carried something foul.
Something dark.
Lin Yue felt it before anyone spoke. His peach scent flickered unstable, heart tightening for no reason.
Feng Lihan, standing beside him on the cliff, narrowed his golden eyes toward the horizon.
Mo Shan's ears twitched.
Then—
A black crack tore open in the sky.
Like a wound.
Dark mist poured out, swallowing the sunlight.
And from within it…
He stepped out.
Tall. Cloaked in black armor. Silver-white hair flowing behind him like moonlight tainted by blood. His crimson eyes locked onto one person.
Lin Yue.
The Demon Lord.
He looked… healed.
No more wounds from their last battle. No weakness.
Only obsession.
The warriors of the Hawk Clan immediately shifted forms, wings spreading wide, claws ready.
Feng Lihan stepped forward, red wings snapping open.
Mo Shan moved instinctively to Lin Yue's other side.
But the Demon Lord only smiled.
"My little Omega," his voice echoed unnaturally across the sky. "Did you miss me?"
Lin Yue's stomach dropped.
He hadn't forgotten that suffocating pressure. That terrifying possessiveness.
"You're not welcome here," Feng Lihan said coldly.
The Demon Lord's gaze flicked to him lazily. "Ah. The Hawk Alpha." Then to Mo Shan. "And the Snake Alpha."
His lips curved slightly.
"How interesting. Sharing?"
Mo Shan's expression darkened. "Leave."
But the Demon Lord ignored him.
His eyes returned to Lin Yue.
"You belong in the Demon Realm," he said softly. "Not here playing house with beasts."
Lin Yue felt anger rise despite his fear.
"I'm not an object you can claim," he snapped. "I already told you—I choose where I stay!"
The Demon Lord tilted his head.
"Choice?" His smile sharpened. "You think this world works on choice, little Omega?"
The sky rumbled.
Dark energy pulsed outward, pressing down on the Hawk Clan like a mountain.
Some weaker warriors dropped to one knee.
Lin Yue felt the pressure too—but suddenly—
A burst of golden-red aura exploded from Feng Lihan.
At the same time, Mo Shan released his deep silver wolf aura.
Two powerful Alphas stood firm.
Protecting him.
The Demon Lord's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Oh?" he murmured. "You've grown stronger."
Feng Lihan's voice was ice. "Touch him, and you die."
Mo Shan's tone was lower. More dangerous. "This time, we won't let you leave alive."
For a moment—
The Demon Lord actually laughed.
A rich, dark sound.
"Very well," he said calmly. "I did not come unprepared."
Behind him, the crack in the sky widened.
Dark creatures began crawling out.
Monstrous beasts twisted by demonic energy.
The Hawk Clan gasped.
War was coming.
But before attacking—
The Demon Lord's gaze softened again when it returned to Lin Yue.
"I will give you one more chance," he said quietly. "Come willingly. Or I will take you… along with the Golden Child."
Lin Yue froze.
Golden Child.
His hand instinctively moved to his lower abdomen.
Feng Lihan and Mo Shan both stiffened.
The Demon Lord smiled knowingly.
"Yes," he whispered. "Did you think I wouldn't feel it?"
Silence fell like a blade.
Lin Yue's heart pounded violently.
He hadn't told anyone yet.
Not even them.
But deep inside—
He already knew.
He wasn't alone anymore.
And the Demon Lord wanted his child.
Feng Lihan's killing intent surged violently.
Mo Shan's eyes turned fully snake-gold.
The Demon Lord spread his arms.
"Choose, little Omega."
The wind howled.
And the first demon beast lunged forward.