King of succubus



Two days had passed since Alvine had finished distributing the tasks to his subordinates.

He did not try to know more about the number of victims for fear that his rage would precede his goal.

Apart from his shadow soldiers, he did not want to meet others or hear other reports.

He had isolated himself in his royal room, which he was able to access without any problem and which was on the top floor of his castle.

Of course, Shadow and the others had other surprises when they saw Alvine access all the levels of his castle. But the latter did not explain; he did not have the luxury that was time, knowing that his enemies could invade them at any time.

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But today, another strange phenomenon occurs on the planet in perpetual night.

The castle, always immersed in black, had its crystals lit.

Shadow, who was in the royal hall with his hundred thousand subordinates, and Heepha in the forge room with her subordinates, had a macabre smile when they saw this phenomenon.

"A little more, just a little bit! My men and I will become your shadows and be useful to you, unlike in the past!" Shadow murmured with an insane smile on his lips.

He closed his eyes and continued his meditation with his men. Above them, there was a single black seed that swallowed up all the light that tried to illuminate the large room by four hundred meters cub.

At the same time, Heepha had a smile similar to Shadow's when she noticed the forge's piece clearing because of the blood-red crystals that were embedded in the walls.

Her flames become more ferocious around her, and her subordinates respond to her emotions by showing their joys through their flames that burn so intensely that no primordial being will be able to resist them for a minute.

This phenomenon is due to a seed similar to Shadow's that floated above them.

Unlike the latter, the seed above Heepha was red and gave off warmer heat than Heepha's flames.

Meanwhile, Alvine was in the throne room with Zakiel kneeling in front of him.

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"Are you ready?" He asked in a dull and inexpressive voice.

Zakiel nodded his head with sparkling eyes that showed his somewhat perceptible emotions.

Seeing this, Alvine nods slightly and waves his hand followed by the appearance of a third greenish seed above his palm.

"Well, follow my instructions to the letter; failure is not tolerable!"

**Yes, my Liege! **

His voice resounded in Alvine's mind as usual. But Alvine didn't even frown, let alone have trouble bearing the pressure from Zakiel's voice.

After this brief exchange between the two, Alvine lets the greenish seed, which had the same color as Zakiel's pupils, if we forget their black sclerotics and draconian red irises, float above Zakiel's head.

'Just like Shadow and Heepha, Zakiel also had a name. Athreos, the mere fact of looking into his eyes was more than enough to eject the soul of any transcendent being below the intermediate transcendent rank. Now that I have understood everything that happened before I woke up in this long sleep, I now understand why my clone asked me these questions.

-I had ordered him to kill me if I didn't have the answer to his questions. To say that I was playing with my life without even realizing it. But I can't blame him; this decision was more than calculated. And I would have hated him if he had spared me despite my inability to answer his questions.

-Finally, all this no longer matters. I will consider this old life as my old self, just as I did when I thought I was the other Alvine from Earth. But that doesn't mean that I have to flee my responsibilities. I said that Athreos was the person who had regressed the most, but I now realize that my case is worse than his.

Finally, this is the most exciting; living in this weak body allowed me to understand the meaning, importance, and value of this thing that I considered insignificant, life, family, and my intrinsic ties with my subordinates.

They were all, one day, my victims. I had destroyed their lives, ransacked their homes, destroyed their families. But because of the emptiness I wanted so much to fill in me, I resurrected the most important, let those who were not important to me die, and let live those I considered garbage cans that did not deserve my attention.

This arrogance I had even surpasses me now. And above all, it proves that I have changed. And I understand why these people want my skin. I would do this if I were in their places. Haha, I guess that's what proves that we have a heart that is not only used to pump blood.

But hey, since I am no longer different from them, it is obvious that I would become as capricious as them and want to preserve this family that I cherish with all my being. It's ironic, and it can't stop me from making fun of myself and my hypocrisy. But despite everything, that's what makes me what I am now. Kayre, the name I had received from Elena, belongs to the past; a man who ignores his guilt and previous sins because of his desire to preserve his entourage was born Alvine Dragnar.

This name, this weak person who is only a pitiful high-level transcendent now, this heart that feels the warmth of being surrounded by beings just as insignificant as him, is a thousand billion times better than Kayre.

Known under the identity of more demonic than demons, more evil than evil, and more empty than emptiness... belongs to the past. He no longer has his place in me, but his memories will remain forever engraved in me.

I'm not as pretentious as to ignore my experience. My enemies, my former subordinates who betrayed me, and those who show themselves now because they believe they can pulverize me; I would make them show that this shadow demon is still present and more than determined to make them understand that they will forever be cats that will have no use other use than to hunt mice in my store.

And unlike before, I would not make the same mistake of ignoring my subordinates.

The more they are at my level, the less they will fear and adore me as their god. It was partly because of this chasm between our powers that they ended up fearing me.

Finally, no matter my power, as long as they are not close to my rank, I will not show this chasm between us. And even if I am not sure I can continue acting like the naive little boy I once was, I would do my best not to forget this comforting warmth.

And this path is more difficult than defeating my enemies. After all, it was my only failure when I was at the height of my power. Mistrust and worry are on the doorstep, while failure and success race to reach this destination before the other. Here are some strange words that my old self will probably pronounce.

Finally, let's wake up; the past has its place only in the closet, while the present will be like the new clothes I just bought. Unlike the past, which deserves to be preserved, the present deserves to be cherished and pampered; this is the ignorance of mortals.

While Alvine was in his thoughts, Athreos, or instead Zakiel, was like an inanimate status that absorbed the energy of the levitating seed between Alvine's hand and his head.

After an hour in a majestic room, which had only a bone throne as its only decoration, Alvine opened his eyes slightly calmer than usual.

He looks at the evolutionary seed that had lost half of his energy, and his lips curved slightly with a macabre smile as if he were showing off his shark and demonic teeth.

"Zakiel, it's up to you to tell me what you prefer between this name and Athreos, formerly nicknamed the demon of passage." He pronounced with a platitude.

At the same time, he could feel Zakiel's emotions wavering slightly through him. It made Alvine's smile grow into an insane smile that was unparalleled.

[I understand, but your past is a part of you, keep there deep inside you and use it for your future decisions and fun battles that await us.] He whispers these words in the language he spoke with his highest-ranking subordinates of general rank and above.

At the same time, he flattens the seed against Zakiel's head and forces him to enter his body.

-D0000MMM!!

Simultaneously, the entire palace trembled fiercely under the greenish energy emanating from Zakiel's silhouette.

Alvine's hand also trembled as Zakiel's spiritual body tried to evacuate the seed it considered an unknown threat.

-ROAAAAAAAAARRRR!!!

For the first time, Zakiel, whose body is entirely spiritual and immune to any physical attack, groaned with unbearable pain as his appearance, soul, and everything that defined him as a separate entity gradually evolved as Alvine forced the seed to merge with his spiritual body.

"Athreos, deformed entities belonging to the race of nightmarish demons, I baptize you once again as Zakiel and request you to take over your position and protect not only your master but also everything that is important to him. This master who had no heart, this master who did not care about you, and this same master who had massacred all your species, asks you not as an order but as a request." He pronounced coldly, staring at Zakiel's emerald and misty green pupils.

His body was completely soaked in sweat; his stamina was at its lowest. But the confidence of being above all roared in his black eyes, which now had draconian irises.

While Zakiel, who has just finished absorbed alone, the monstrous energy of the seed, was locked in an evolutionary cocoon.

-Crack!!

The cocoon cracked and exposed Zakiel's slender silhouette.

Even if he was still in spiritual form, his appearance was more visible and could be confused with those with physical bodies. His two grotesque scythes and chains were no longer present with him. Unlike his old dilapidated dress that gave it the appearance of a beggar wandering for centuries, he was replaced by a black beast skin dress and a scaly green cape that dragged behind him.

He wore two black gloves and two crescent moon earrings on the top tip of his ears.

After a moment of silence, the colossal throne room was suddenly filled with beings similar to Zakiel, who had spiritual bodies.

As for Alvine, despite being surrounded by thousands of strange and deformed creatures, ranging from humanoid beasts to human-like entities, he did not flick back. Out of breath due to his exhaustion, he continued to look straight into Zakiel's pupils while sensing like he felt his soul vanish in his body, waiting for the latter's response.

'This pressure, and this feeling of danger, Kuku, I would never get tired of the powers of this race.' His ideas became slightly blurred as he continued to look into Zakiel's pupils.

But seeing that the latter did not wake up completely, Alvine's eyes turned dark green, and his spiritual power fell on the throne room.

At that moment, all the pressure that Zakiel and his subordinates were unconsciously releasing was razed by the pressure of Alvine, who no longer had the slightest ounce of energy in him.

Dealing with Alvine's divine, familiar and traumatic aura, Zakiel and his subordinates woke up suddenly as if they had just had the most traumatic experience they had ever experienced before.

"To serve you is our greatest pride. Before you came, we were considered materials that we hunted days and nights to trap us in artifacts and weapons. It is thanks to your extinction and your great compassion that we were able to find our place in this ungodly world. Allow me and my men to stay close to you, your Liege!"

Zakiel spoke these words in a stoic and static voice kneeling before Alvine.

"Kheh!" Even if Alvine held back his laughter, he could not hide the diabolical smile that distorted his face into that of an abyssal demon.

At the same time, he regained all his stamina, and his erratic breathing regulated as if nothing had happened.

'Zakiel is the chief general for a very specific reason. He is, what I call a person and an army. All people who succumb to him will become a part of his strength and power. The nature of his power, attributes, and skills allows him to strengthen himself by subordinating his victims to him and strengthening his power. This ability allows him and his species to evolve to infinity.

- One of the things that makes me proud of my old self is his selectivity. He traveled to lands, universes and met all kinds of creatures and species. But he only took the most interesting ones with him. Even if they were weak at the time, they could strengthen themselves and become monsters at the top of their hierarchies thanks to my power.

Even if he had done this only to find a gold standard who would succeed in raising himself to his level and fighting against him on an equal footing, I can't help but congratulate him. His objective was different, but it was thanks to this goal that he was able to bring together all his overpowered entities.

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