Just as Lucifer sat alone in his room, quietly contemplating his next moves, the ducal palace erupted into joyful chaos.
Not from tragedy—but from the thunder of carriage after carriage rolling through the main gates.
These weren't ordinary ministers' coaches. These were the very same convoy that had arrived in Westirifer with Lucifer when he had nothing—no power, no name, no army. These people were his family in every way that mattered.
Oswald, Baldwin, Cesar, Aleric, Shawn, Elspeth, Rowena, Elenor, Mitalda, Agnes… and dozens more. All of them had finally returned.
The grand main hall instantly turned into a roaring sea of greetings, laughter, love—and raw, unrestrained sex.
Men and women who hadn't seen each other in over a month wasted no time on pleasantries. What better way to celebrate a reunion than to fuck like animals in heat?
The hall echoed with the wet symphony of flesh slapping flesh, sloppy kisses, hungry licks, desperate moans, and broken whimpers.
Oswald and Baldwin had Mia pinned between them—Oswald pounding her tight asshole while Baldwin slammed into her dripping pussy, both growling in unison:
"Madam… we missed you… we missed these perfect fucking holes…"
Tristian had Agnes bent over a table, railing her mercilessly from behind, her moans rising in pitch with every brutal thrust.
Westeria and Isolde knelt before Geofray like devout worshippers, tongues swirling around his thick cock—kissing the shaft, slurping the head, sucking his balls, jerking him with both hands while moaning in reverence.
Vinni was on all fours, ass high in the air as Cesar brutally fucked her backdoor, making her scream in pleasure-pain.
Jason had Adelina riding his cock reverse-cowgirl while Rowena sat on his face, grinding her soaked pussy against his tongue.
Shawn, Alaric, and Edmund had completely claimed Ruby—Shawn buried balls-deep in her pussy, Alaric stretching her asshole wide, Edmund fucking her throat until drool ran down her chin.
Godfray was on his knees between Amelia's spread thighs, sucking and flicking her swollen clit like it was the sweetest fruit in existence.
Borris was plowing Trainy's cunt with savage strokes.
Maxwell had Silva pinned against a pillar, pounding her pussy while she clawed at his back.
Roland was ass-fucking Daisy so hard her legs shook.
Cedric groaned as Selena deep-throated him, gagging happily while tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks.
Jasper was railing one of his concubines doggy-style while his daughter Rosa knelt beneath him, sucking and licking his heavy balls. Nibara devoured his mouth in a sloppy kiss, and Gima buried her tongue deep in his ass, rimming him with filthy devotion.
Crotivia was between Veronica's thighs, tongue-fucking her dripping cunt while two of Jasper's other concubines latched onto Veronica's full, milky breasts—sucking greedily, drinking her sweet milk while Veronica moaned like a bitch in heat.
Jenna, Misty, and several other wives and concubines of Jasper formed their own tangled pile—fingering, licking, scissoring, comforting each other with desperate, loving touches.
For the next two full hours, the hall rang with a filthy chorus:
"Aaahmmn… hnnnmmm… ehhmmn… yesssnnn… suck… plop… gloggk… glogkk… thrust… thud… thus… ahnmmn… mmmhmmm…"
Mia, true to her promise, allowed no one to kiss her lips or suckle her leaking breasts. Those were Lucifer's alone—her mouth, her milk, her everything belonged only to her son.
When the massive group orgy finally wound down, people slowly returned to their senses.
Cesar, still catching his breath, asked:
"What the hell happened? Why call us back so suddenly? There are still five to seven days left in the month!"
Tristian, wiping sweat from his brow, answered:
"I think… we're going to war. That's why Dad called everyone back."
Jason nodded grimly.
"Yeah… I think Big Brother is preparing for war."
Jasper frowned.
"I don't know if it's war yet… but the situation is serious."
One of Jasper's concubines hissed:
"Master should just kill that inhumane bastard already."
The hall exploded into heated discussion—everyone throwing out opinions, strategies, curses. The newcomers looked around in growing confusion.
Finally, Oswald—who had been plowing Mia's ass again while groping her heavy tits and kissing the nape of her neck—paused mid-thrust and asked:
"Wait… what the fuck is going on? Who should Master kill? Who are we going to war against?"
Mia, still impaled on his cock, reached back, pulled him out of her ass with a wet pop, and began jerking him off firmly with both hands while she answered:
"Our adversary this time… is a tough nut to crack."
"His name is Rotveil… Pope of the Church of Toxara."
"For the rest of the details, ask Allen, Jeff, or Jasper—but **not** in front of me."
"Just… prepare yourselves."
With one final, expert twist of her wrist, Oswald groaned and exploded—thick ropes of cum shooting out like a slingshot, painting her back and ass.
Mia stood, cum dripping down her thighs, and said calmly:
"You all can keep going if you want. I'm going to see my son… after a bath."
She walked away without looking back.
---
In his room, Lucifer had heard everything—every moan, every thrust, every filthy word—thanks to his superhuman senses.
He felt… numb.
Numb toward Mia and Ruby being railed, plowed, and fucked by others.
He had long since accepted it: their hunger for sex was bottomless. Even if he fucked Mia and Ruby nonstop for a full week, the next day they would still be just as insatiable.
So be it.
If they wanted to be ravaged, plowed, used—let them. Fuck whoever, wherever. He wouldn't interfere.
A small part of him was actually relieved: both Mia and Ruby were on the white contraceptive pill—no accidental pregnancies from others. And Misty… he liked her, truly. But he knew she saw him only as a fuck-buddy, not a husband. And that was fine. Love didn't have to be mutual.
What mattered was that Misty was still keeping her womb empty—for him, if he ever wanted it.
The sounds from the hall were making him painfully hard.
He had exercised iron control earlier when Amara appeared before him—naked, cum dripping from her divine pussy, nipples erect, body flushed from godly sex. It had taken everything not to throw her down and claim her right there.
But she was his god-mother… and also his wife. Just like Mia.
He had held back until she left.
Now, he couldn't take it anymore.
"Bella," he called softly.
The moment the word left his lips, Bellatrixa emerged from his shadow like liquid night.
"Yes, honey?"
No formalities.
Lucifer yanked her into his arms and crushed his mouth to hers.
Lips crashed. Tongues battled. Hands roamed over her cold, perfect curves—measuring every inch of her deadly, beautiful body.
Time dissolved.
When they finally parted, gasping, Lucifer tore her assassin's clothes away in one violent motion.
Bellatrixa stood naked before him—obsidian-black hair swaying in the breeze from the open window, granite-black eyes burning, pale whitish skin glowing faintly, rosy-red lips parted, plump ass, thick thighs, large athletic breasts begging for attention.
She looked like a siren carved from midnight—made only for him.
Seeing her like this, Lucifer's heart growled possessively:
*Even if everyone else has other partners… you are mine. Only mine.*
Bellatrixa felt that fierce claim through their eternal bond—and soared.
In the shadow world, her daughters, sisters, and granddaughters—Severina, Velerica, Nocturna, Aurethia, Kaelith, Zyrene, Almyth, Lovertia, Gracy, Mara, Vritra, Aelune, Lucelith, Zyrelia, Almirae, Luvina—watched with burning jealousy as Bellatrixa shot them a teasing, triumphant grin.
The cold, stoic Bellatrixa—the perfect shadow—was smiling like a lovesick girl.
Lucifer, oblivious to the shadow-world drama, simply drank in her happiness.
Without a word, he lifted her like a doll, placed her on the edge of his massive bed, spread her thighs wide, and buried his face between her legs.
He licked and sucked her clit like it was the rarest honey in existence—devouring her with reverent hunger.
Bellatrixa had never felt this worshipped by her one and only husband, her master.
After driving her wild with his tongue, Lucifer kissed upward—her navel, the soft skin around her belly, her armpits—until he reached her breasts.
He gave her a faint, wicked smile.
Then he knelt up and latched onto one nipple, massaging the heavy globe while sucking hard.
To his shock—sweet, ripe strawberry flavor flooded his mouth.
Tangy. Fruity. Perfect.
He lost himself—suckling greedily.
Sluck… slurp… slurp… lick… suck… ♡♡♡♡
He drank until her breasts were empty and she was trembling.
Then he kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own strawberry milk on his tongue.
He laid her back gently on the bed.
With reverent care, he aligned his thick cock with her soaked entrance and slid inside—slowly at first, then deeper, harder.
Thud… thwak… thwak… thud… paak… pakkk… pakkk…
Bellatrixa moaned like a bitch in heat:
"Mmhmmm… Hubby… yesss… mhhnn… ahmnn… eehnnnm… aahnnnm… yessss… nahmnn… aaahnnn… aahhnnn… nmnnhmmm… yesss… ♡♡♡♡… my husband… my Lord… yesss breed me… hmmmhmn… hnnnhhnn… ahnnnm… ehmnmn… ummnnn… ♡♡♡"
He fucked her pussy, then flipped her and claimed her asshole—pounding both holes until she squirted buckets, which he drank eagerly.
Finally, he buried himself deep in her pussy and came—flooding her belly with thick, hot seed.
Shadowborns had no womb; they carried children directly in their stomach.
The moment he filled her, she conceived instantly.
Lucifer collapsed beside her, face against her chest, and fell asleep suckling gently on her breast—like a baby in his mother's arms.
Bellatrixa cradled him, showering him with silent love.
If Mia, Amelia, or Ruby had seen this… they would have vomited blood from sheer envy.
And Amara, watching from afar, was already seething.
She had compromised on Mia, Amelia, Veronica, Westeria, Ruby… and now Bellatrixa—a mere system creation—was being loved like this?
But she could do nothing.
Lucifer cherished his shadowborns as family—not slaves.
Amara's only path was acceptance… or risk losing him forever.
---
In just two hours, Bellatrixa's belly swelled.
With a soft *plop*, her entrance expanded—and a tiny baby girl emerged, no bigger than a puppy.
Within the same two hours, the newborn grew to the size of a five-year-old child.
She opened her eyes, saw Lucifer and Bellatrixa, and whispered:
"Dad… Mom…"
Bellatrixa ruffled her hair lovingly.
The little one climbed onto the bed, squeezed into the small space between them, and fell asleep—nestled perfectly between mother and father.
In the shadow world, the other shadowborns stared with murderous envy—not at Lucifer, but at Bellatrixa and the newborn.
But the glares were superficial.
They couldn't truly harm each other. They were sisters, mothers, daughters—all bound by Lucifer's love.
They only fought for scraps of his attention.
---
When Lucifer finally woke, his lust had faded.
He savored the lingering taste of strawberry milk on his tongue.
His gaze fell on the new little shadowborn sleeping peacefully between him and Bella.
He ruffled her hair with a gentle, fatherly smile.
She stirred, opened her eyes, and immediately clung to him like a koala—peppering his cheeks with tiny, loving kisses.
In the shadow world, Lovertia's lips twitched as Mara and Nocturna teased:
"Eldest sister… looks like the new one stole your spot."
But they didn't push further.
Lucifer somehow sensed them all watching.
He smiled softly at the little girl.
"From today onward… your name is Herlina."
He kissed Bellatrixa's cheek while she slept.
Then he looked into empty air and said calmly:
"Why are you all hiding? Come out."
Instantly, every shadowborn appeared around the bed.
Lovertia—fanatical as ever—rushed forward, kissed him passionately, and burst into tears:
"Dad… why don't you love me like before? You haven't made any desserts for me…"
Lucifer patted her head gently.
"I haven't forgotten any of you. You are all still the apples of my eye. Always will be."
Nocturna pouted beside her.
"Husband… if she's the apple, then what am I?"
Lucifer looked at her with amusement.
"You are all dearest to me. Every single one."
"My heart is just flesh—a hollow structure. But all of you… you are the fuel that keeps it beating. You are my soul. If even one of you were lost… I would be broken beyond repair."
Zyrelia stepped forward, arms crossed.
"Dad… I'm angry with you."
Lucifer blinked innocently.
"Why? What did I do?"
All the shadowborns spoke in perfect unison:
"Dad / Husband… we're angry too!"
Herlina looked around in total confusion.
Bellatrixa pretended to sleep—but her lips curled in a smug, teasing grin.
Severina finally spoke for them all:
"Husband… why did you make love only to Bella? Didn't you say we're all equal in your eyes? Why the favoritism?"
Lucifer went silent.
They were right.
He scrambled for words—anything to soothe them.
"Today… I was extremely aroused. And my first thought was Bella… so she came to mind first."
"But I didn't forget any of you. Alright—here's what we'll do. Bella is the eldest, so she went first. Herlina is the youngest. I'll make love to all of you… in descending order of age. By the time we reach the end, Herlina will be mature enough too. Does anyone have a problem with this arrangement?"
Kaelith answered instantly:
"None. We accept."
Lovertia piped up:
"Dad… what about dessert?"
Lucifer grinned mischievously.
"Yes… your dessert. But where's **my** dessert? First you give me mine… then I'll give you yours."
Lovertia blinked.
"My dessert? But… I don't know how to make it…"
Lucifer pouted dramatically—like an adorable, sulking cat.
"You already have it. You just don't want to share. Now I'm angry."
He leaned in.
"Bella already shared her dessert with me. So now… I'm going to make a brand-new dish. Just for her."
"Now—off you go. Either prepare my dessert… or go consult Bella about it. Then come back for yours."
With playful shoves, he sent them scattering back into the shadow world—where they immediately swarmed Bellatrixa, pestering her for answers.
---
The moment they vanished, Lucifer's warm, playful smile disappeared.
His expression turned cold. Deadly.
"System."
[Ding~]
[Welcome, Host]
[Depraved System]
[How may I help you?]
Lucifer's voice was ice.
"Do you have any type of envoys… or humanoid creatures I can use for various tasks? Their strength should be on par with S+ rank adventurers."
[Searching…]
[Found]
[Yes. Yokshire Devils.]
[Available in batches.]
[Each batch: 26 devils.]
[Appearance: hybrid of human and ghostly beauty.]
[System Rank: S+]
[Traits: extremely high sexual drive, merciless killers, capable of perfect human transformation, highly adaptable, exceptional combat ability, can mate with humans and other races (33% success rate), absolute loyalty to Host until death, cannot impregnate anyone already in Host's harem or belonging to Host.]
[Additional: can freely change gender (male ↔ female) once per week at Host's command.]
[Price: 2,500,000 DP per batch]
Lucifer stared at the price—higher than even chimera creation.
He didn't hesitate.
"Buy it."
[Purchase confirmed]
[DP deducted: 2,500,000]
[DP remaining: 501,000]
Twenty-five breathtaking Yokshire Devils materialized before him—pale white skin, ethereally beautiful faces, flowing green hair, piercing green eyes, slender yet powerfully muscled bodies, feminine features more delicate than most women… yet radiating terrifying strength.
They knelt in perfect unison.
"Master."
Lucifer regarded them coldly.
"From today onward, you belong to me."
"I will call you my Spy Unit."
"I'll name you from A to z—twenty-six letters for twenty-six of you."
"Change to male forms."
"Take lodging in the guard barracks. Meet me this evening in the ducal court room."
All twenty-five shifted instantly—beautiful feminine features hardening into handsome, burly male warriors.
They vanished.
Lucifer stood alone, voice dropping to a chilling whisper:
"Let the bloodbath begin."
"System… you don't need to give me fifteen or twenty years. That's far too long."
"I'll slaughter them all in the shortest time possible."
"Five years… will be more than enough."