anwhile, across the world, oracles with a similar aning were given to all kingdoms and holy lands. Those of the beastkin, humans and even demons received such oracles. It was at this mont that people learned that Lumina, the goddess of light, lost her divinity and vanished.
Though nobody knew the details apart from a few devout believers of phisto and Serena.
From this mont, the world began to change in a direction that neither Avandar, Alan or Ryuji could have imagined.
Once losing Lumina was confird, the demons of the north attacked in the tens of thousands. It was a stroke of luck that the holy wall protecting the northern border was complete.
Otherwise, Grigor would have fallen.
***
Twenty-two hours before, the oracle fell upon the world, which caused the world to awaken with the fires of desperation, death and war. Velvet and Asmodeus were interlocked inside the sa blood cocoon.
The cocoon had grown in size, now almost five ters in height and width. The thick crimson and violet threads wrapped around both of them like a mother cradling her children.
Both of their eyes were closed as if they were asleep.
Outside, the world was like the scenes of an apocalypse. The dragon's blizzard increased its intensity each mont to heal its wounds. Yet inside the cabin, the huge cocoon filled the small wooden building, creating a warmth that lted any ice that ca close, as two bodies entwined within the powerful blood within.
The magic of a demon lord could bend the rules of the world, yet the magic of a demon king could break them. All the mana and magic that Asmodeus had used until now began to flow from his body, and small wounds ford on both of their bodies, creating a swirl of blood mixing the hero bloodline of Grigor and the demon bloodline of Vincenzo.
A mysterious event happened by sheer luck—if alone, his ascending to the throne of the demon king would have been the sa as all others, yet in his arms was a hero and witch who was in love with the demon king. Similar to the past, yet his mother was already a demon queen when she t his father.
This was a unique and special event—the bloodline of human heroes and the heritage of the demon king began to fuse, their magic, blood and essence combined in the swirling vortex around them.
For the first ti in millennia, a new race was born from the magic of a demon king.
However, this was not sothing gentle as the blood of the hero tore apart the demon's flesh and injured his organs and bones; the demon king's mana and blood damaged and devoured the hero's body, causing Velvet to suffer imnse pain as she endured the sa transformation.
The curse of Velvet, the witch's demonic magic that couldn't co-exist with the hero's bloodline. The source of the so-called curse began to distort, and it began to fuse with the hero and demon king's blood forcibly. A slow, painful process for them both as the hero's blood began to fuse with the demon king's body, like pouring holy water on a zombie.
It was agonising for the pair who inside the cocoon kissed each other to endure, instinctively using their mouths to comfort and relieve the pain of having their bodies from head to toe stripped, flayed and restructured.
Second by second, minute after minute, the pair endured with their lips joined, tongues entwined, able to endure thanks to this small pleasure.
Their blood seeped into the other, rging and changing, becoming a new type of blood, one that no other creature in the world possessed. An existence born of both light and darkness
The changes weren't just in their blood, but their bodies changed, too. The demon king's body began to transform into a human shape, losing the features of the demon, while the witch gained more demonic features before there was a balance, creating an optimal and perfected appearance.
Though they might evolve again in the future, their appearance would barely change and only beco enhanced. Asmodeus and Velvet had reached the pinnacle of the mortal world, and their body and souls were without limit.
***
Hours passed, the screams muted by each other's mouths while the cocoon flickered and burned with the violet and blue fire created by the pair's union.
The dragon that hid in its cave felt the powerful reverberations from the cabin and beca fearful of what was happening within as the aura of death and destruction emanated from inside the cabin. It had the sa instinct as all creatures: to survive and live, to protect itself from a dangerous foe.
However, the dragon couldn't escape. It would take two days to heal from the wounds Asmodeus caused. The damage was extensive, and the dragon's blood had been completely corrupted, damaging its organs. If it hadn't been for the thick hide and magic of the dragon, its body would have been ripped apart by the demon's magic.
All it could do was stay in its cave and pray that whatever was inside the cabin would not co out to look for it.
Inside the cabin, the pair continued to endure, though both their bodies had gone through multiple changes and transformations. Velvet's skin had turned crimson, then blue, before returning to a soft, creamy white colour with a dash of peach. Her hands and feet had grown enchanting black nails with beautiful red runes etched into them.
Though her hair had changed from black with hints of purple to a beautiful dark violet shade, like a nightingale growing beside a demon king, she looked captivating. Velvet's body began to stir, with long ears pointed like an elf and her eyes shimring like an athyst with black irises.
Velvet no longer had a physical horn. Instead, one was created of pure energy, a black horn in the centre of her forehead, filled with beautiful purple runes and flickering with her aura.
Once her form was created, her eyes fluttered, with long lashes looking at Asmodeus, who was still slowly forming, taking most of the remaining blood and magic and still in his deep slumber. She watched him for a few monts, her muscular figure both alluring and sensual like before but no longer needing magic for her physical prowess.
[A Demon Queen has been born]
Her na was hidden thanks to the divine magic of Serena, an unintended event... yet because of her blood, a second Demon Queen now existed.
Velvet Grigor would take the throne of greed.
However, this new demon queen didn't care for her prestige. She wanted more. Thus, hugged the new demon king and remained in his embrace.
anwhile, back in Baltimore, a group of knights arrived at the city and tracked their targets to the small but high-class inn, where they found the princess training hard with many other won with bright smiles.
"Paul, is that you?! Ah... it's Simon and Sheila!" Ciela rushed towards them with her beautiful caral skin shining with sweat in the morning sunlight. "You guys, are you here to join us? I am so happy!"
"Oh? If it isn't our old elven archer. You look really happy now, though you have changed a lot. It's great to see you." Paul gave a polite bow before handing a package. "It's a gift from my wife, the hard fudge you liked. She hopes to see you again in the future."
"Oh, thank you so much!" Ciela hugged him like an old friend before the elf, and the rest of the knights bowed respectfully. "So, did you co here to join us?"
"Haha, sorry, we are here to help, of course." Simon, the dual swordsman, added that he seed to look around, hoping to find soone. "Where is he? Our good friend and little troublemaker?"
"Are you talking about Asmodeus?" Liana, the princess, asked, her eyes narrowed into slits with a slight pout on her lips. "He is on a quest with Velvet in the western mountains, hmph..."
"Ah?! Princess, you look angry..."
Simon couldn't help but rub his chin while sweat dripped from his forehead. The cold atmosphere of the princess differed from the past. 'She reminds of my wife when I visit the tavern, and I sll like other won...'
The won began to move in a practised formation, with Ciela smiling at the knights. "Don't worry, it's because they are dating now, so she is a little jealous."
"Eh? Ah, finally, you went all the way, princess?" Simon lacked tact, but the princess seed happy with his words as she swayed and nodded with red cheeks.
"Hmph, so what? My husband is wonderful! So handso and strong, and he also loves so much." Liana's words were filled with pride, as if she was boasting to the world.
The other girls giggled before they began to chatter between themselves as the training continued, leaving the n outside. Or rather, there was no room for them, as Sheila booked her room while they were all speaking.
Unlike in the past, Sheila beca a little taciturn and withdrawn—she looked at Ciela and turned away with a nervous look.
"I... I am sorry. I was wrong, and I hope you can forgive . I said so many terrible things to you in the past, but now I know what you felt. I..."
"Oh? So, you got into trouble, too, did you? It's not you need to apologise to, and we already know more or less what really happened. You don't need to be so scared, Sheila." Ciela said in a gentle tone, smiling at her. "I think you need to make it up to the person you hurt back then. Though he, too, would probably forgive you easily."
Sheila nodded before she looked around, her eyes filled with sorrow and pain. "I do. I just need to find him first, but I guess it will be a while until he returns, right?"
The pair of them looked towards the western mounting, both of them able to sense the huge magic power emanating from that direction, not to ntion the spreading blizzard, but sothing else existed on the mountain that made Ciela excited but terrified Sheila.
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