Zarvon blinked awake beneath a jagged cave ceiling, every muscle throbbing, and his throat scorched. He searched his memory for answers—traffic lights, headlights blaring, brakes screeching, then oblivion. Now he lay here, far from any hospital, inhabiting a body that felt alien and burdensome.
When he staggered upright, his palms scraped against the gritty cave floor. His skin was slate-gray and coarse, his nails hooked and sharp. Exploring his scalp, his fingers met two unyielding ridges—horns. Actual horns.
"What the hell?" he muttered, his voice coming out rougher and deeper than usual, almost unrecognizable.
A transparent window suddenly appeared in front of him, floating with letters that seemed to wait for him to read them.
[Purity Stealer System Activated]
[Host: Zarvon (Designated: Demon King, Rank: Low)]
[First Mission: Steal the purity of Sister Lysara – Village Priestess]
[Reward: Skill "Aroma of Seduction", 200 PP]
[Warning: Failure to complete the mission within 7 days will result in death.]
Zarvon stared at the window for a few seconds, his sigh escaping with a mix of disbelief and resignation, as reality set in. "Of course. I die, wake up as a demon king, and now I have a system that tells me to steal a priestess's virginity. Just my luck."
But his thirst wasn't just for water. He felt an empty, pulling sensation inside him, and the system seemed to direct his attention to one place. He looked toward the cave entrance, where moonlight filtered through the rocks, and, in the distance, between the tall trees, a small chapel stood, its candlelight flickering behind its windows.
He forced himself up, legs shaky. "Priestess, huh? Well, let's see if dying twice is worse."
He stepped out of the cave, the night air cold against his skin, and, under the pale moonlight, the chapel looked old and lonely, yet warm from the candles inside. He walked closer, his heartbeat faster than it should. Not fear. Maybe curiosity. Or the system pushing him with that empty feeling he couldn't explain.
When he reached the half‑open door, he leaned in and peeked. There at the altar, a young woman knelt in a slightly wrinkled white robe, long brown hair loose over her shoulders, eyes closed in deep prayer. Zarvon swallowed.
"Fuck it," he whispered. "Once crazy, once dead."
He pushed the door open slowly, his boots creaking on the old wooden floor, and the woman spun around, her eyes going wide when she saw the demon with horns and red eyes standing before her.
"A demon?!" She—Lysara, the system told him—stumbled back, legs trembling, clutching the cross around her neck. "Stay away! This place is holy!"
Zarvon raised his hands. "Easy. I just want a drink."
"Thirsty?" Lysara's confusion sharpened, but she stayed wary. "There's a well behind the chapel. Take your fill and go."
"It's not water I'm thirsty for," Zarvon said as he stepped closer, noticing how Lysara's body stiffened and her breath quickened. He couldn't help but smile because there was something funny about this situation. "But before that, I'm curious. A pretty priestess like you, why are you alone here in the middle of the night?"
Lysara bit her lower lip. "I… I'm guarding the chapel. It's my duty."
"Guarding?" Zarvon raised an eyebrow. "Or hiding from village whispers? From the men who watch you?"
Lysara's face flushed; embarrassment and defensiveness collided as she backed up, striking the altar. "You… you know nothing about me."
"I know tired eyes. I used to have them."
Lysara stared at him, fear and curiosity mixing. "You're… a demon. Why are you here?"
"I died, woke up near here, got this system. Now it wants me to steal something from you."
Lysara swallowed, her voice almost a whisper. "What… what do you want from me?"
"Be honest," Zarvon leaned in. "When you're here at night, who do you imagine touches you?"
Lysara closed her eyes, emotion swirling—fear mingling with longing. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes. "I... I don't know... I just... want someone to see me... not as a priestess... but as..."
"As a woman," Zarvon finished, tilting her chin up.
"Tonight, we're just people. Thirsty. What do you say?"
Lysara bit her lower lip one more time, then nodded.
The candles on the altar went out one by one, moonlight streaming through the window, and the white robe fell to the wooden floor with a soft rustle. As the night deepened, the boundaries between them dissolved.
Zarvon pulled her close. For a moment, she stiffened, then her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. His hands slid down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric, and she let out a small gasp when his lips brushed her neck.
"Your heart is racing," he murmured against her ear.
"Shut up," she whispered back, but there was no anger in her voice.
He laid her down on the altar cloth, the candlelight flickering in her eyes, and when he kissed her, she kissed back with a strong need. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer, and he could feel her body relax with every touch.
Time passed slowly in that small chapel. There was only the warmth of skin against skin, the quiet sounds she made, and the way she whispered his name when she thought he couldn't hear. He made sure she was ready, that she wanted this. When he finally took her, she gasped, her nails digging into his back, and he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, until the sharp feeling faded into something else.
Afterwards, Lysara lay beside him, her head on his chest, the robe now a makeshift blanket beneath them. She bit her lower lip again, a habit that made him almost laugh.
"You never told me your name," she said.
"Zarvon. You can call me a demon, too, if you want. Up to you."
Lysara smiled a little. "Zarvon. Weird name. But nice."
The system chimed in his head.
[PURITY STOLEN. +200 PP. New skill: Aroma of Seduction.]
[Sister Lysara is now bound to you. Loyalty: 85%.]
[Mission complete. Next mission: Reach the capital. Find Lady Nyxara.]
Zarvon let out a breath, relief and uncertainty mixing as his hand kept stroking her hair. "Sorry about that. The system kind of… pushed things."
"I know," Lysara said. "But… I wanted it too. I've wanted it for a long time."
"You realize I'm a demon and your church hates this, right?"
Lysara smiled wider. "I'm tired of being pure, Zarvon. Maybe it's time to be myself."
The system chimed again.
[Loyalty: 92%. Sister Lysara has joined your party. Role: Healer & Spiritual Advisor.]
Zarvon chuckled. "Welcome to the team."
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Dawn came, painting the chapel in gray light. Zarvon and Lysara walked away from the old chapel into the forest, Lysara now wearing a gray robe she'd found in the chapel's closet. Her face was still a little red when she remembered last night, but her eyes were more alive than before.
"Where are we going?" Lysara asked.
"The capital," Zarvon said. "Apparently, there's a noble's daughter whose purity we have to steal."
Lysara stared at him, half‑shocked, half‑amused. "Seriously? So this is our job now? Stealing women's purity?"
"Looks that way. But each one joins our kingdom—including you."
"A kingdom?" Lysara laughed. "We have a leaky chapel and a few goblins, and we're talking about a kingdom?"
"Every kingdom starts small. Trust me."
Lysara squeezed his hand back. "I trust you."
In the distance, beyond the morning mist, the capital's towers rose, hiding their next target. The path ahead beckoned with new challenges as they left the forest behind.
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