A few minutes earlier, before Caelen returned to Earth.
The throne room was silent.
Too silent.
The shadow woman had vanished mid-sentence, her voice slicing off like a thread cut by a blade. One moment she was towering above him, suffocating the space with her presence… and the next, gone. As if she'd never been there.
Caelen stood frozen, eyes fixed on the now-empty throne.
"She's gone? Just like that? Not even a goodbye?" he muttered, the disbelief in his voice barely hiding the frustration.
He looked down at his hand. The black seed pulsed faintly, as if alive. It didn't glow, but it felt heavy—like it carried something ancient. Dangerous.
"Okay, cool," he breathed. "Now how do I use this thing?"
A flicker of memory—I should've asked her... But too late.
His eyes darted to the ancient book nearby. Maybe that had answers?
He reached for it—and instantly recoiled.
"Shit—!" He grabbed his arm, flexing it through the cold burn. The moment his fingers brushed the book's cover, a freezing sensation had crawled up his skin, biting down like frostbite from the inside.
He cursed under his breath, shaking out the chill. "Okay… so the book is cursed too. Classic."
A minute passed. No new revelations. Just him, the eerie quiet of the throne room, and the seed.
Then a stupid idea crossed his mind.
"…Do I eat it?"
He stared at the thing. Black, shiny, slightly warm now. It almost looked biological.
"Nope. No. Bad idea. That thing looks like it was made in a lab run by horny demons and serial killers. But…"
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Screw it."
A deep breath. Another.
"Three… two… one—GO!"
He popped the seed into his mouth and forced it down in one dry swallow, careful not to let it touch his tongue.
"DONE!"
He waited.
One second.
Two…
Then dizziness hit him like a sucker punch. His knees buckled. The world spun—and he dropped, unconscious, before he could even try to stay awake.
When he opened his eyes, the world was black.
Not like space.
Darker. Closer. Wet.
In front of him floated the seed—whole again, despite having swallowed it. It hovered midair, and a crack split its surface. From the crack poured a thick, dark red liquid, slow and deliberate like blood dripping from a wound.
Caelen didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
He watched as the red liquid began to swirl, shaping itself into something. First, a spine. Then the shoulders. Then arms. It built bone, then flesh. Silken strands of silver hair unraveled from nothingness. The skin was pale, almost translucent, but unmistakably human in shape.
The demon looked like him.
Same height. Same clothes. Same tired eyes. Only the aura was different—darker. Like something hungry that had learned to smile.
Ten minutes passed before the liquid stopped. Then—ping.
A black window, faintly glowing, appeared in the air before him. Letters burned into it like embers on scorched wood.
[Congratulations on awakening Lust-Utilization Sync Terminal (L.U.S.T)]
"…What?" he whispered, blinking.
The letters flickered—and shifted.
Now, the interface looked ancient, like something from a forgotten era. But the text was clean, easy to read.
PLAYER INTERFACE
[Personal Info]
Name: Caelen
Race: Demon-Human
Age: 19
Affiliation: None
Title: Unbound Initiate
Servant(s): —
Status: Stable (Evolving)
Primordial Type: Lust Demon
[Stats]
Attribute
Value
Notes
Intelligence
13
Above average; adaptable under pressure
Strength
17
Boosted by primal seed infusion
Agility
18
Inhuman reflexes; enhanced movement
Endurance
14
Pain tolerance high; not invincible
Willpower
19
Strong core; resists corruption and fear
Corruption
22%
Greater access to demonic traits
[Abilities]
Black Wings (Passive/Active):
Temporary flight. Activates under high emotional stress or near-death conditions. Resists holy light but remains vulnerable to divine energy.
Demon Link (Passive):
Create a bond with a servant. Allows basic commands, minor energy sharing, and summoning. Strengthens with trust and emotion.
Primordial Birth (Active):
Create a high-tier Incubus or Succubus servant using a small corruption seed.
Side Effect: The newly born servant enters a heightened state of lust upon transformation.
Cooldown: 1 month
Warning: Overuse causes mental and physical backlash.
Caelen stared at the screen. His breath slowed as he reached up to rub the back of his neck.
"…So this is real. Like a damn game."
No response.
Only the faint hum—steady, alive. It wasn't loud, but it pressed against his ears, like it knew he was thinking.
He looked down at his hands, flexed his fingers, and gave a quiet laugh. Not out of joy. Out of disbelief.
This wasn't a punishment.
It felt like a door creaking open.
"I'm not alone anymore," he murmured. "Not completely."
The screen flickered.
He hesitated.
Then his eyes darted to one ability: Primordial Birth.
He gritted his teeth. That woman—the shadow—said he could save Emma. That this was part of it. Maybe… just maybe, this was how he got answers.
He focused.
"Use: Primordial Birth."
A pulse spread through his hand, cold and hot at once. Something inside him stirred, like a fire wrapped in chains.
The red liquid from before began to pool again, only this time it came out of the demon statue, forming symbols, drawing energy.
He whispered, "Please... work. Just once. Work in my favor."
Something formed, and it is a small black seed.
The ritual finished, and the ability worked. The symbols shook.
The system responded—not with words, but with action. A gentle shake happened.
Then the screen blinked, almost like a heartbeat.
[Earth Re-entry in 5… 4… 3…]
His body began to dissolve. Light and ash pulling him apart.
Caelen closed his eyes.
"…Guess we're done," he said quietly, as the world around him collapsed.
Current place.
Caelen looked at Emma—her form now glowing with a new kind of light. Not golden. Not holy. But a pulsing violet aura, layered faintly over the remnants of divine radiance. A fusion of two impossible forces.
"Hm? Is she not turning into a demon...?" he murmured. That was the intention—to strip away the light—but something else entirely was happening.
PLAYER INTERFACE
[Personal Info]
Name: Caelen
Race: Demon-Human
Age: 19
Affiliation: None
Title: Unbound Initiate
Servant(s): Emma
Status: Stable (Evolving)
Primordial Type: Lust Demon
"She is registered as Emma, that's something." He tapped open the ability tab.
Demon Link (Passive):
A bonded servant can receive commands, share energy (limited), or be summoned. Link grows stronger with an emotional connection.
Linked Servant: Emma (100%)
"Okay, nice." He raised an eyebrow at the 100%, not fully understanding the depth of its meaning. His finger hovered over her name, and curiosity overpowered caution. He tapped.
[Personal Info]
Name: Emma Seravelle (???)
Race: Demonic Angel
Age: 22
Affiliation: Saint of the Lyserian Enclave
Title: Unchained Saint
Status: Horny
Primordial Type: Demon and Angel
"This worked too... those question marks— I hope it's not going to be a problem," he muttered, just as the dimming glow fully dissipated. He instinctively looked up.
Emma descended slowly, like a celestial being being reborn—her white-gold hair cascading in waves, faintly glowing as before. But now, two soft, black-tipped crimson horns curved elegantly from her scalp. A strange harmony between heaven and hell.
He rushed toward her, checking for any pain in himself—but there was none. Whatever trial that was, it was over.
He stopped just inches away. Her feet touched the ground. She looked... complete. Beautiful in a way that made his breath stop. Her eyes opened—glowing red, deep and fierce, with black sclera like his own.
"Caelen?" Her voice—soft, sultry, and inviting—shook him slightly. It was her voice, but something else clung to it now. Desire. Need.
"Emma? Emma, you're awake! Wait—are you okay?" he asked quickly, unsure if it was truly her.
She smiled warmly, reaching up to cradle his face. That expression—it was still her. Kind. Loving.
"Caelen... what happened to you?" she whispered.
He couldn't answer right away. He hugged her instead. Firmly. Desperately.
"You're okay," he said, his voice shaky, but grounded.
Emma said nothing. She just returned his embrace, pressing herself into him like she'd never let go.
But then… she shifted. A slight movement—awkward at first. Then her breath hitched. Her thighs subtly pressed together. She ground them against each other instinctively.
"Ah…" she let out, confused and flushed.
Caelen stepped back. Her hands went to her upper thighs. Her face was flushed deep pink now, her breaths shallow and rising.
Her eyes locked onto his with growing hunger.
"…Shit," he said under his breath. "I forgot about the side effect."
"What… is this… Caelen…?" she said through gritted teeth, trembling with suppressed heat.
"I— I'm sorry," he said quickly. "This was the only way. The transformation... it caused an aftershock. It's the link. The Lust Demon connection—it awakened your desire fully, and... we're bonded now."
She looked at him, eyes wide, pupils dilating.
"I didn't want to force this. But... I had to use Primordial Birth. The shadow woman said I could save you, and it was the only path left."
Emma breathed hard, trembling now, but her lips curved into a smile through it.
"So… this is what it means to be yours?" she asked, voice low and sultry. "Then... we'll be together, Caelen. A hundred percent, remember?"
He swallowed. "Yeah. But— we can't do this here. Not out in the open. The church still might be watching... even the priest could show up."
Emma nodded eagerly, still flushed and barely holding back her urges.
Without wasting another second, Caelen lifted her into his arms, her body arching toward him as if magnetized. He carried her briskly toward the nearest abandoned bus—half-sunken, its door half open like it was waiting.
He slipped inside and placed her gently into the nearest seat.
He stopped abruptly. The air was thick now, not with tension, but anticipation.
Caelen carefully sat Emma down in one of the cracked but cushioned bus seats. Her body was still trembling, her breath still uneven—but she was stable. For now.
He reached into his bag, pulled out his phone, and tapped the screen. The signal was shaky, but there was just enough service. He quickly typed in:
"How to drive a truck bus manually."
A few video thumbnails popped up. He selected one with clear visuals and pressed play, the voice-over starting immediately.
"This is your ignition. If you've driven a car before, this is going to feel familiar. But remember—buses are heavier, and your turns need to be wide—"
He turned the volume down. Behind him, Emma let out a small, breathy whimper.
"Caelen…"
He turned slightly, but didn't dare take his eyes off the phone for long.
"Just... one sec. I need to get us out of here first," he muttered, scrolling through notes and diagrams.
She made another soft sound. His eyes widened slightly, and he read faster. Faster than he ever had in his life. Page after page of instructions, tips, gear diagrams, bus start-up mechanics—all crammed into his mind within seconds. The knowledge locked in like muscle memory.
"Okay," he whispered. "Got it."
He moved to the front, slid into the driver's seat, and tapped his map app. The glowing route appeared. A city—safe zone, according to nearby registry tags—marked in pale green. A no-threat zone.
He glanced back at her. "Emma, listen. We're heading to a city where there's no danger. I need you to hold on, okay?"
Emma nodded weakly, her knees pulled up to her chest as she sat in the seat, still flushed, trying to breathe evenly.
He started the engine.
The bus groaned, then rumbled to life. The wheel vibrated under his fingers. He shifted into drive, pushed down the pedal—and the vehicle rolled forward.
The road was quiet. Empty. Probably why Pastor Luen brought them out here in the first place.
Ten minutes passed. Nothing but trees, abandoned road signs, and wind.
Then—
He heard soft footsteps behind him.
"Caelen…"
Emma's voice—low, breathy—was inches from his ear.
Suddenly, her tongue flicked out and licked the back of his neck, slow and deliberate.
He twitched hard, nearly veering the bus before correcting the wheel.
"Emma!" he barked.
"I can't help it…" she whispered.
Her hands slid around his chest from behind. One pressed to his abs, the other slipped up, fingers dancing beneath his black shirt. She breathed against his skin, her warmth unmistakable.
He gritted his teeth, trying to focus. "Emma. Stop. Please."
But she wasn't listening.
Her hand was under the shirt now, caressing his chest—hot, slow, hungry.
His breathing got heavier. He slammed the brakes.
The bus skidded slightly and stopped on the side of the road.
Silence. Just the faint hum of the idling engine.
Caelen stood up slowly, turned to face her, and grabbed both her hands.
She looked at him, flushed, panting, eyes red with unfiltered desire.
Without a word, he guided her to the back of the bus.
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Adult content in the next chapter, first time writing this, which might be a different writing style.