Zeel stood frozen in place, trembling and drenched in sweat. Her mother's lifeless body lay cold on the floor, while her father clung to life with faint, rattling breaths. Powerless, all she could do was stare, numb. She had been warned. She had been told to leave that girl's sister alone, but her arrogance had blinded her. Now, her foolish defiance had cost her everything.
Her parents were dead. And soon, she feared, she would be too.
Ramiel didn't touch her—not yet. He simply sat, watching as Anubis walked through the remnants of fire, the flames curling around her feet like loyal hounds.
Ten minutes passed before the fire finally died out, revealing the two corpses.
Anubis grinned at the sight.
"Oh... you were helpful, at least," she said, approaching Ramiel.
"Anything for you," he replied with a smirk. Anubis rolled her eyes before turning toward Zeel.
She walked over, heels clicking against the scorched floor, and studied the broken girl with a look of sheer disdain. Zeel looked like a shadow of her former self—trembling, small, and drenched in horror.
"Did you ever stop to wonder what would happen if you messed with the wrong person?" Anubis asked, her tone icy. "Tsk... I bet you didn't. Do you see now? Do you finally understand how bad it is to provoke the wrong one?"
Zeel remained silent.
"Oh... gone mute?" Anubis let out a chilling laugh. "Don't ignore me, girl, or I'll rip out your tongue and feed it to you."
Zeel's eyes widened in terror. "I—I'm sorry! Please! Please forgive me!"
"You're sorry?" Anubis laughed again. "You think I came here to forgive you? I came for you. Your parents interfered. That wasn't my plan, but they paid for their choice. I was being fair."
She turned to Ramiel. He nodded silently.
Anubis faced Zeel again, her expression dark and unreadable. "So… what do you think I should do with you?"
"Anything... please, anything but death. I beg you!" Zeel sobbed, collapsing to her knees.
"Hmmph." Anubis crossed her arms. "Anything, huh? Fine."
She placed a hand on Zeel's head. Her palm burned faintly.
"Say after me: 'I, Zeel, take you, Anubis, as my master. I promise to be your slave and serve you until eternity.'"
Zeel hesitated, then whispered, "I, Zeel... take you, Anubis, as my master. I promise to be your slave and serve you till eternity—ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
She screamed.
Anubis pulled her hand away, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. She had never turned someone into a demon slave before. She didn't know what to expect.
Ramiel's mouth fell open. He stared at Anubis as realization dawned on him.
"She's a demon lord?" he thought in disbelief. Only a demon lord could perform such a conversion. But she was too young… wasn't she?
Anubis glanced at him. "Surprised?"
Ramiel froze. She had read his mind again.
"You know nothing about me yet," she said with a smirk. "Remember what I told you before? This is what I meant."
Ramiel shuddered and looked away.
Zeel stood up slowly. Her eyes were different now. "Master..." she said, voice hollow but clear.
"Now, you'll do everything I say, won't you?" Anubis asked.
Zeel nodded.
---
The next day at school, Zeel followed Anubis like a shadow. Her obedience was total. The entire school noticed the change. The girls who had once challenged each other now walked together, one commanding, the other submissive. Whispers began to spread.
During break, Ramiel called them aside.
"You two are the talk of the school right now," he said. "People want to know what happened."
Anubis gave him a dismissive glance. "I see... Fine. Maybe it's time I give them something to talk about."
Ramiel narrowed his eyes. "What are you planning?"
"You'll see," she replied, turning away. "I'm starving. Come eat with us if you want."
They entered the canteen and saw Telma already seated.
"You got us a table, big sis? Sorry we're late," Anubis said as she cast a scornful look at Ramiel. "This idiot slowed me down."
"It's okay, I just got here," Telma replied warmly.
"Zeel, get us some food," Anubis ordered.
"Yes, my lord." Zeel bowed and went to the counter.
Telma leaned in. "When did that happen?"
"You wouldn't understand, big sis. Let's just say… I gave her what she deserved."
Ramiel started to speak, but one glare from Anubis shut him up.
A few minutes later, Zeel returned with a tray and silently served the table. Then she stood behind Anubis like a statue.
"Sis… tell her to sit down. People are staring."
"She's my slave, not theirs. I do what I want."
"Please?"
Anubis sighed. "Zeel, sit."
Moments later, a voice rang behind them.
"You forgot about me."
They turned.
"Uriel?" Anubis blinked.
Ramiel stiffened. How is he here? He changed… but how?
"You're out already?" Anubis asked, genuinely surprised.
"Disappointed?" Uriel smirked and sat beside her.
Ramiel's jaw tightened. He clenched his fist under the table.
"Happy, of course. Aren't you my responsibility?" Anubis said with a half-smile.
Ramiel felt those words pierce his chest. He lowered his gaze, heart pounding. Telma noticed and chuckled quietly to herself.
I smell jealousy in the air, she thought with amusement.
---
That evening, during dinner, Telma brought up her suspicions.
"Sis… why Ramiel? Why let him close?"
"He forced his way in. Persistent pest," Anubis replied between bites.
"I think he likes you."
Bam! Anubis slammed her hand on the table. "Is he trying to betray me?!"
"Calm down, sis!" Telma said quickly. "No one's betraying you. I just mean… I think he has feelings for you."
"He likes me? Tch… I don't care. He means nothing to me."
"I'm not saying you should like him. But you'll need someone one day. Someone to protect you. I might not always be here."
Anubis went quiet.
"I won't lose you," she finally said. "I can protect myself."
"I know… but still."
"Anyway, how's your magic training?"
"I've been busy, but I'll get back to it soon."
"Let me know if you need help."
Telma smiled. "Thanks, sis."
---
Far away, in a chamber bathed in shadows and candlelight, Zeus lay naked on the bed, his golden skin flushed and glistening.
Above him loomed Daemon, eyes burning with hunger.
"You've kept me waiting long enough," Zeus whispered, voice rough with desire. "Am I not hard enough for you yet?"
Daemon smirked. "No, Father. Not yet. Tonight, I take the lead."
He leaned down, his lips brushing Zeus' ear as he began to toy with his body—kissing, biting, leaving red marks along his chest and neck. His hand wrapped around Zeus' length, stroking it slowly. A soft moan escaped the god's lips.
Daemon licked the head of his shaft, drawing out a trail of precum, and took him into his mouth with deliberate slowness.
Zeus groaned, arching his back.
Daemon sucked deeper, his rhythm steady but intensifying. Zeus began to thrust gently, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.
"I'm about to—" Zeus gasped, but Daemon didn't stop. He was lost in the act, pleasuring himself with one hand as he devoured his father's length with the other.
Moments later, Zeus climaxed hard, pouring into Daemon's mouth. The younger man swallowed every drop, licking his lips as he looked down at the panting god.
"You were hot," Zeus panted.
Daemon looked at his own arousal. "I'm hard as well, Father…"
Zeus glanced at Daemon's painfully erect shaft and let out a low, wicked chuckle. With a sudden push, he sent the younger man falling back onto the bed.
"Oh, I know, son," he said, crawling atop him with a grin. "And you're going to pay for what you did to me."
Zeus grabbed the throbbing length, pre-cum already glistening at its tip. He leaned in and licked slowly, savoring the taste. Then, ignoring the shaft, he focused on Daemon's balls, sucking them one by one into his mouth. Daemon groaned, tossing his head back, his fingers clutching the sheets.
"F-Father... please... it hurts..." Daemon gasped. The teasing was unbearable. His shaft, swollen and flushed, ached as Zeus deliberately avoided giving him release.
Zeus continued licking and stroking with maddening control, his tongue gliding over the pulsing veins without mercy. Daemon's body tensed under the cruel pleasure, his breath ragged.
Just when the pain bordered on torment, Zeus finally wrapped his lips around the shaft and took it in—deep. The warmth of his mouth and the sudden tight suction made Daemon cry out, gripping his father's hair.
Zeus moved quickly, head bobbing with expert rhythm, tongue swirling around every inch. Daemon could hardly breathe, his moans turning to whimpers.
"It's... it's coming..." he gasped, his hips jerking as he came hard, releasing deep into Zeus's throat. Zeus didn't stop until he swallowed every drop.
"Mmm... sweet as ever," Zeus said, licking his lips slowly.
"I know," Daemon replied with a smirk, catching his breath as he stood. "You don't have to say it."
He walked off toward the bathroom, and Zeus clicked his tongue, running a hand through his tousled hair before following.
---
Later, the two men lay together, bare and content. Daemon rested his head on Zeus's chest, while Zeus lazily played with his hair.
"Father," Daemon murmured, shifting slightly.
"Hmm?"
"It's about Anubis... she's grown stronger. Much stronger."
Zeus sat up sharply. "How strong?"
"Strong enough to kill the former Demon Lord. She's taken his place. She did it to save a human mage, and now the boy's become a demon—like her." Daemon's voice was heavy with concern. "I'm not against her strength. But Yama... he'll see her as a threat now. And you know what that means."
Zeus's expression darkened. "She didn't tell me... Becoming a Demon Lord at her age—it's reckless. Even with her strength, she's nowhere near ready to face Yama. He'll crush her."
He stood, a sharp resolve in his eyes. "We're going to see her. Now."
---
Meanwhile, Anubis sat quietly in the courtyard, eyes closed, legs crossed. Her fire and demon abilities were powerful, but she craved versatility. She sought balance. Tonight, she would awaken her air elemental gift.
Her mind drifted beyond the physical, reaching into the inner realm. Amid the void, she spotted it—an orb of swirling air, glowing softly, dancing like a playful breeze. She smiled and focused, channeling her will toward it.
The orb sensed her approach and fled, hiding behind the walls of her consciousness. She pursued it relentlessly. The orb responded with aggression, pushing back with sudden gusts of psychic force.
But Anubis only grinned wider.
She summoned more strength, her will crashing against the orb's resistance like a storm. Slowly, the orb began to yield, sensing the dominance in her mind. It hovered closer... then closer still… until she engulfed it completely with her will.
Her eyes snapped open.
The air around her stirred, swirling in gentle spirals.
"I did it..." she whispered, rising to her feet as the wind danced around her fingers. She waved her hand again, and the air dispersed with a soft whoosh.
But then—her joy vanished.
A strange, heavy scent filled the air.
Familiar. Yet wrong.
Her eyes widened.
"Yama..." she whispered, voice trembling.
"No..."