The Way of a Demon Lord

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But his calmness did not make the marquess complacent, rather it added oil to the raging fire in his heart. His heavy punch connected, or at least it seemed to. But alas- it did not.

Adrian- he disappeared. Something else disappeared- his right arm.

"Aaaaaaaaah!" This time, his pained shriek resounded through the forest, shooing out the little amount of birds it had.

"Aaaaaaah!" The shrill shriek from his wife and a low scream from his son followed.

Blood gushed like a fountain from his now empty shoulder. He barely stopped the bleeding with his other hand as he turned around.

Adrian was standing upright like all those cleartrees around and dangling the marquesses strong and bloodied arm left and right.

The marquess panicked. When did he get there? How did he get there? Why did he not sense them? How did he get through his high level defence? These questions orbited around his head.

"Of all the fucking things there are…" Adrian said, "You had to be a earth circler, an augmenter at that- the type most susceptible to my <Corrosion>."

Along with his statement, an eerie and heavy aura surrounded everyone, locking them in place. Everyone tried to move, break free- but every one of those attempts were futile. They, including the marquess, were scared out of their minds. What sorcery was this?!

Adrian looked at the horrified faces of everyone, one by one and began to move towards the marquess step by step, the marquess 'unarmed' arm still hanging from his claws.

"Wha… what are you doing?" The marquess stuttered out. "I… I am a… Marquess. I am rich… I will give you anything you want."

"Sorry, traitors leave a bad taste in my mouth." Adrian kept moving.

"What about the Rumins then?!" He blurted out. "They are traitors too! Kill them… and I will gladly accept mine. Don't be a hypocrite!"

Finally, Adrian stopped in his tracks.

"Yes. The Rumins are traitors." He said. "But those who betray my enemies are my allies. And those who betray me are…"

He looked into the marquesses terrified eyes and dropped the arm to the ground.

"Dead."

"You!"

"And unfortunately for you…" Adrian turned back, to the Marchioness and the first heir of the Silva house.

"I am a hypocrite."

He began to walk towards the two, the young man to be precise. And soon, he was before the burly young man- Dan Silva. The couple felt a terrible sense of foreboding.

"Noooooo!" Both of them shouted at the same time. Pity it was too late.

Adrian brandished his dark right claws and thrusted at the young man's upper abdomen, as if he were an eagle trying to snatch its fragile prey from the ground. And he 'snatched' something alright- something roughly triangular. It was brownish but red blood coated it. It was Dan Silva's liver.

Adrian turned back to the Marquess, with the organ still caged inside his claws.

"I am allowed to kill your closed ones anytime I like, while you are…" he dropped the mess to the ground.

*Thump*

Both the main body and 'detached' organ fell to the ground at the same time.

"Not." His tone was calm- too calm.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! I WILL KILL YOU!"

On the other hand, the dead body's mother was shocked, she was staring blankly at the void- as if her soul was not in her body anymore.

Adrian walked to the bewitching Marchioness. His action clasped the heart of the man.

"DON'T! TOUCH HER AND I WILL UPROOT YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY!"

"Why though? I am allowed to do anything with your women, humiliate them whenever I want."

*Rip*

He tore off the extravagant and expensive dress with cut of his claws, revealing her naked body and extraordinary bosom. Of course her skin was not left unscathed. Blood tainted- no- beautified her already beautiful body.

"While you are not."

"STOP!"

Adrian paid him no heed. The pain brought the woman's ethereal soul back to her body. She realised her condition and screamed. "Aaaaah." She screamed, trying to cover her body. But she soon realised, her body was frozen as before. Her efforts were futile.

Adrian walked behind her and began to fondle her breasts, leaving behind red scratch marks. She closed her eyes and bit her lips in pain, in humiliation.

"I am allowed to play with your woman, anyhow I want. While you are not allowed to even touch mine."

"STOP! YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" The marquess was able to move an inch after using his life force, but that was the furthest he could go.

Adrian was not in the mood to test 'love' like he did back at the assassination attempt in his first year.

Adrian pushed her neck, making her bend down- arching her butt out. He tore the panties, not bothering to conserve her beautiful skin.

"Aaah!" She screamed in pain, tears began to escape her eyes. She knew where this was going.

Adrian looked right into the eyes of the marquess. "I am allowed to fuck your women wherever I want while you are not permitted to even think of it." The aura around the marquess hot denser, taking away his ability to make a sound.

Adrian gently lowered his pants with his 'right index claw', bringing forth his massive cock. He grabbed her hair by his left hand. He positioned his rod by his right just at her lower lips and pushed it all inside.

He began to pound his dick in and out, not bothering to start slow.

"Aaaaaah." Excruciating pain hit her lower zone. Tears kept streaming down her cheeks. But soon, pleasure was taking over.

Her whole body was jerking.

*Ring* *Clank*

The heavy and expensive ornaments on her body were clanking.

Adrian began to 'caress' her ass, leaving scratches behind. The poor man on the other hand was not even allowed to close his eyes. He had to see his wife get screwed right in front of him just because he 'challenged' that maniac's hypocrisy. If he got even further, it's all because he was defeated by greed and accepted the Supremacist faction's proposal. Just one 'small' mistake, and he had to go through this.

"Mmmmh… mmmmh… mmmmh." Soon, moans of pleasure replaced screams of pain. She looked at her husband. Her situation added guilt to her feelings and that guilt amplified the pleasure.

His dick was reaching places inside her no one had ever before, except her child of course.

The ecstatic face of his wife gripped his heart even harder.

"How does your husband feel, compared to mine you bitch?"

"Bland." She did not even take a moment to think as she was in the peak of her excitement. Soon, she gasped realising what she had just said. With that gasp, came a squirt. Her juices began to slide through her slender legs. She looked at her husband.

His eyes were lifeless, mouth was frothing; his whole body was swinging left and right- as if he could fall any moment. It was right. Moments later, he slumped to the ground, his body all lifeless.

"Noooooooo!" She screamed again. At the same moment, Adrian released his scorching fluids inside her. He brought his penis out no let go off her hair. She thumped to the ground.

The two contrasting emotions of sorrow and pleasure almost rendered her unconscious. But she was also a level 5 circler. She held herself together. But tears were still streaming nonetheless. It was all her fault. Her husband died due to her.

White sticky fluid was oozing out from her pussy.

"Hmm." Adrian carefully pulled his pants back up. "You served me well."

She guided her almost lifeless eyes to the monster.

"You deserve a reward." Adrian looked straight into her eyes. "Ohho. You love gold, don't you? Why don't I drown you in it? All six hundred thousand coins of it?"

She squinted.

"But unfortunately, I don't have that much now. But something of equal value should do the trick, right?" An evil grin formed on his face.

Her eyes knitted even tighter. But they widened, and so did her mouth.

A shadow enveloped her. Sounds of a large creature flapping sounded like storms in her ears.

"Noooooooooo!"

The gold clad heavy carriage slammed to the ground.

*Splat*

Blood splatted all over, spoiling Adrian's black shoes. He was not even a meter away from the now broken carriage.

"This is what you call a feast." Adrian licked his lips. "A celebration."

"Royal dishes and hundred years old wines could never come close to it."

*Flap. Flap* *Thump*

The Royal Griffin landed next to him, sending yellow dust everywhere.

"Let's go."