While everyone in the hall ate happily, Allen—having finished his own portion—headed toward the stables to feed Mephis, Ysoria, and Opaline.
Since early morning, everyone had been so occupied that the three horses had eaten nothing all day except their usual dry hay and grass.
Lucifer didn't reserve his affection only for his daughters, wives, mother, and sisters—he loved Mephis, Ysoria, and Opaline just as deeply. Every single day he fed them personally by hand. At times, even Allen and Amelia felt a quiet sting of envy toward the three horses, secretly wishing: *If only Master fed us the same way he feeds his horses…*
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Lucifer entered the hall with his eldest shadow-daughter, Lovertia.
By now most of the women had finished eating, but Jason, Jeff, Borris, and the other men were still tearing into their food like ravenous beasts.
As soon as Lucifer reached Jason's side, he teased lightly,
"Jason… are you all so famished today that you're going to devour everything in sight?"
Borris—ripping into the Cluckhorn Drake meat like a feral monster—growled through a mouthful,
"Kid… this is all **your** fault…"
Lucifer raised an eyebrow.
"How so, Uncle Borris?"
Borris let out an indignant huff.
"Hmph."
Jeff swallowed, wiped his mouth, and took over.
"Lucifer… you fucked my wife Ruby perfectly. Outstanding work. But show a little mercy on the rest of us, will you? Your mom, me, and every other woman in the room watched you rail Ruby for two full hours. And before we even reached your room, Wisteria and Amelia told us you'd already been pounding her for the previous four or five hours straight."
"And then what? Seeing you two locked together like that drove Mia and every other lady in the room into an even deeper frenzy. They worked us men **hard**—we barely survived."
Lucifer smirked and fired back,
"Uncle Jeff… how is that **my** fault? The fault is yours for having such pitiful stamina. Just imagine—if you're this exhausted after only four or five hours, during the fertility ceremony your bones would literally turn to jelly."
Jeff snorted.
"Lucifer… I've taken part in the ceremony nonstop for the last twenty-six years… but you're the first fucker I've ever seen like this. Where do you even get that kind of endurance? I don't recall anyone ever lasting fifteen to seventeen straight hours during the ceremony."
"Last time's winner tapped out after just seven hours—and even then, he only impregnated two women."
Lucifer blinked.
"Only two?"
"How many did he fuck in total?"
Jeff shrugged.
"Don't remember exactly… eighteen or twenty, maybe."
Lucifer leaned in curiously.
"And what was the first prize?"
Jeff shook his head.
"There is no prize, Lucifer. It's simply a way to honor the Goddess of Fertility. The more women you impregnate, the more pleased the Goddess becomes."
Lucifer nodded slowly.
"Uncle Jeff… this time during the ceremony, first I'll marry Mom, Aunt, Sister, Wess, Isolde, Veronica and her daughters, Aunt Misty, Silva, and Selene. Then—except for those already pregnant—I'll impregnate every single woman there. And for the next three full days of the ceremony, I'll keep fucking nonstop—anyone who wants to carry my child. And I **will** win."
Jeff stared at him in disbelief.
"Lucifer… speak like a normal person for once. Impregnating six people isn't even rare… but three straight days of nonstop sex? Impossible."
Lucifer's grin turned sharp.
"But I've already impregnated eighteen women from the duchy in a single day before."
The hall fell deathly silent.
Jeff still shook his head.
"Fine… I'll accept that. But three full days of continuous sex is still impossible."
Lucifer's eyes gleamed.
"Alright, Uncle Jeff… want to make a bet?"
"Let's see exactly how 'impossible' it is."
Jeff leaned forward.
"Fine. But what does the winner get?"
Lucifer replied calmly,
"Still undecided… but whatever two things the winner demands, the loser **must** grant—no matter what."
Lucifer and Jeff locked eyes and gave each other a firm nod of agreement.
Then Lucifer added,
"Uncle Jeff… I'll give you a handicap challenge."
"Starting the day after tomorrow, for three full days, you and however many partners you choose will have sex on the duchy's central square. You can bring as many men as you want to help you. But if in those three days you impregnate more women than I do—or if I impregnate fewer than you—or if I can't even keep having sex for three days straight—then you win."
"But if I manage three full days of nonstop sex **and** impregnate the most women… then I win."
"Deal?"
Jeff smirked confidently.
"Lucifer… now I'll teach you why you don't make bets with your elders."
Lucifer's smile widened.
"We'll see. Uncle Jeff… I've already decided the first thing I want from you. I haven't decided the second one yet."
Ruby, overhearing, leaned in curiously.
"Luci… what do you want from my husband?"
Lucifer's playful demeanor vanished instantly. His voice dropped—cold, hollow, and razor-sharp.
"Mumma… when I left Everwood… I made a promise to myself."
"When that Derek fucked Mommy in front of everyone… I swore that one day… I would take Aunt Marina and her daughter Maria as my wives—and rip them away from that Derek forever."
"So Uncle Jeff will be responsible for bringing both of them here from Everwood."
Mia's face flushed scarlet with shame. Memories crashed over her—how she had bounced on Derek's cock right beside Lucifer, moaning "Master" while calling herself Derek's woman.
Mia looked at him pleadingly.
"Luci… is this really necessary…?"
All warmth left Lucifer's face. His voice turned colder than winter steel.
"It **is** necessary, Mommy. The day Derek fucked you… I swore I would give him a death so horrific that in his next life he wouldn't even dream of touching another woman."
"It's different that you loved his cock so much—you were bouncing on it like it was a performance… but for me… it felt like a blade twisting in my chest."
His tone darkened further—low, venomous, deliberate.
"So I planned… first I'll gag his mouth so no one hears his screams. Then slowly… I'll peel the skin from his cock, strip by strip, letting the raw nerves scream. I'll let him heal—just enough—then repeat. Again. And again."
"After that… I'll drag him to the center of the square. I'll slice his cock into thin ribbons while he's still conscious—each cut slow, precise. And I'll tell him: 'If you want me to stop… squeal like the pig you are.'"
"When he finally breaks and squeals like a real sow… I'll castrate him completely—balls first, then the root—cauterizing nothing. Let him bleed and scream until he passes out."
"But now… I have these green pills. So I'll force-feed him eight or ten. Turn him into a woman for eight or ten days. Then I'll chain him in the boar pen and order my wildest boars to breed him—over and over, day and night. After eight to ten days of constant mounting… he **will** be pregnant."
"And when delivery comes… no transformation pill. He'll have to push the litter out through his asshole. If he can't… his belly will rupture open. The young will spill out in blood and gore. And Derek will die screaming—split open from the inside."
Lucifer's emerald eyes burned violet with malice as he finished.
"Isn't my plan beautiful?"
The hall had gone deathly still. Fear thickened the air like smoke. Even his shadow-wives and shadow-daughters felt the raw depth of his rage.
Mia spoke softly, almost desperately.
"No, Luci… it was just a transaction. He gave me a full health potion in exchange for sex. It's not that I actually enjoyed it."
Lucifer looked at her—his voice calm but unyielding.
"I've told you before, Mommy… I can read human emotions very clearly. You don't need to lie. It's not your fault. I don't blame you."
"But yes… this pain will always live in my heart. And the only way to erase this pain… is to erase the cause of it."
"But what can I do? Right now I can't return to Everwood… because if I did… at that very moment… I would slaughter Christopher, Sarah, and both their children on the spot."
"But no… I want to give them the same pain—or worse. When their child is born—when it emerges from Sarah's womb—I'll send my guards to crush its soft skull in front of them. Then force Sarah and Christopher to swallow the fragments—bone, brain, blood—all of it. One child dead. Then they'll conceive again. I'll repeat it. Again. And again. Until I've annihilated the entire Purefield and the Church of Toxara. **Then** I'll give Christopher and Sarah their real torture."
Lucifer suddenly smiled at Mia—bright, innocent, cheerful once more.
"How do you like my plan, Mommy? First Derek… then Derek's friend… and his entire bloodline… I'll erase them all. Forever."
He turned to Jeff.
"Uncle Jeff… now that you know my plan, you can't back out."
Lucifer then took a plate and loaded it with five portions of meat, three bowls of stew, and three bowls of pudding. He separated one portion of roasted meat, stew, and pudding onto a smaller plate and said affectionately,
"To my Serene."
Then, with Lovertia beside him, he sat down on the woven mat, took the plate, and began feeding her by hand—as though she were a little child.
Watching him indulge Lovertia, the other shadow-daughters and wives crowded around. One by one, Lucifer lovingly fed each of them as well.
But on the opposite side, Veronica and Silva kept retching—barely able to hold their food down.
They couldn't fathom how Lucifer could even **think** of crushing a newborn's skull and forcing the parents to consume it.
Samuel, too, looked physically ill. He kept thinking—if Brother Lucifer hadn't given him those two emergency green pills… in the future he might have had to deliver through his asshole… or his belly would have burst open.
And completely apart from everyone else… Mia was quietly furious with herself.
Because of her… Lucifer had been hurt once again.
And she hadn't even known. Worse—she had unknowingly defended Derek.
But now Derek's fate—his destiny, his life—was entirely in Lucifer's hands.
Whether Derek lived or died… Mia no longer cared.
Amelia watched Lucifer and thought quietly:
*How does my brother switch so instantly—from being the sweetest, most loving person in one moment… to becoming so merciless and terrifying in the next?*