If you asked the world, "Who is the strongest being in the demon realm?"
They'd answer without hesitation:
"The Demon King."
But if you asked me—
"Who is the most terrifying?"
I'd answer with a shiver:
"My mother—the Lord of the Lust Clan."
She was the women you don't want to make an enemy of...
Cruel. Seductive. Obsessive. And above all—dangerous.
Every Lust Clan member, upon adulthood, had a sacred rite:
They must choose a single slave for life.
Only one.
A soul bound to them through the ancient "Eternal Pact"
And a thousand years ago, on the day she turned eighteen—
She chose him.
A silver-haired boy, bright-eyed and noble.
She marked him without the world's knowledge. He didn't resist. He loved her.
And for a while, everything was beautiful.
He grew powerful, unrivalled, and eventually—he became The Demon King.
They got engaged. Then married. The world rejoiced.
But time…
Time is a cruel sculptor.
As centuries passed, her love… rotted.
She grew bored.
Power became her obsession.
And with the Lust Clan's ancient ability—
She began to feed off him.
Not in a physical way.
But something worse.
You see, Lust Clan slaves are open to drainage.
Power. Will. Identity.
And since he was already her slave, there was no resistance.
She embedded charms. Subtle ones. Invisible ones.
He never noticed.
Bit by bit—she devoured his strength, twisting his mind, dulling his will.
Until the man feared by realms—
Became her obedient lapdog.
To the world, he was a god.
But at home?
He was a pet.
Leashed.
Obeying.
Hollow.
Bound by a pact he could break, but didn't.
Because part of him still loved her.
Or maybe… he was too far gone.
And now…
He looked at me with those hollow eyes of his…
Not as a king.
Not as a father.
His eye it was those of killer….
He wanted to kill me.