Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion

Azerak's eyes widened in shock as his punch froze mid-air.

Alayot only looked at him with indifference.

"Who are you?" — that was the only thing Azerak could manage to ask.

Even at his level of strength, how could someone so easily control a peak multiversal being like him?

Then, he saw the figure step forward. Standing beside Alayot was a woman radiating divine allure. She had the curves, the body, the presence — flawless in every sense.

"So, you're the one inside that boy's body?" Linkir asked, snapping her fingers. A chair appeared beneath her, and she sat down gracefully, crossing her legs as she studied the frozen Azerak.

"What? You… a mere low rank 3 being? Controlling me? Impossible! Who's behind this? Show yourself!" Azerak shouted, refusing to believe Linkir was the one suppressing him.

"You are not allowed to speak unless I permit it," Linkir said calmly.

Azerak tried to laugh, to mock her, but to his horror, his mouth refused to obey his will. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"You see, your body… it's both your soul's house and its cage. Fits perfectly, doesn't it?" Linkir smiled as she winked at Alayot, who returned the smile.

"We don't care about your past. We care about what you can do for us. Something strange is happening… coffins appearing everywhere. And you, an ancient being, are not from an immortal race. You should've perished with the first cycle of this multiverse." Linkir leaned back, resting her chin on her palm, her tone sharp but casual.

Azerak gulped. Her attire was simple yet impossibly tight — free-flowing but somehow sculpted to highlight every curve of her figure. He forced himself to look away.

"But you… you're still alive. I'm sure you did something to escape that fate. And if you did, others will too. So tell me, Azerak — what's really happening?" Linkir asked, snapping her fingers.

Azerak felt control of his body return. He gasped. Impossible… this body was perfect. How could she suppress me so easily?

"No matter… I can always abandon this body later. Even now, if I choose." He smiled coldly at Linkir. The body held potential, but losing his freedom wasn't worth it.

In his mind, he already imagined torturing this low rank 3 being. No matter how limitless her potential was, potential was only potential. A lion cub may one day rule the jungle — but as a cub, it was weak, fragile, easy to kill. That was how he saw Linkir and her companion.

Without hesitation, Azerak began to disengage from the body. Losing a few hundred years was still better than being a prisoner.

But then… he stopped.

His gaze shifted, and for less than a second, he saw something utterly terrifying. That single instant crushed every thought of running away or building a new vessel.

Linkir grinned knowingly.

"Azerak… Azerak… Azerak," she said with a smile.

"I asked you a question. What's the plan?"

This time, when Azerak met her gaze, his body trembled. Fear overtook him.

Finally, he spoke. He revealed everything he knew — and the forefathers' plan.

Linkir and Alayot listened in silence.

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At the Federation…

The royal family had finally become united. What was once a kingdom divided by rivalry was now bound by solidarity.

The federation, once drowning in chaos over the succession struggle, now stood calm and hopeful.

Today was a day of celebration. The day of Theron's coronation.

Not only would he become King of the Federation, but also the new leader of the House of Umbraxis. Not because he was the sole survivor — but because his once-rival siblings now stood as his strongest allies.

Yet, amidst the joy, one man alone felt unease: Darwin.

Ever since returning to the federation with Darius, he had felt unsettled. The palace was new to him, yet it felt too familiar.

It was ten in the morning. The sun was high, casting brilliance over a city transformed.

Instead of the daily bustle, officials, aristocrats, merchants, soldiers, and citizens alike had gathered in one place — the Federation Center. Holographic projections captured the moment, broadcasting it live across the world.

At the Royal Mansion…

"Brother, you look stunning," Lyssandra said warmly, hugging Theron.

Theron chuckled.

"Well, well… should we call you 'Mr. Handsome Prince' or 'His Majesty the King'?" Seraphina teased with a laugh.

The room erupted in laughter.

Here, only the royal siblings and their closest companions were gathered: Lyssandra, Seraphina, Caius, Darius, Vaelen, Lady Lydia, Mia, and Darwin.

The chamber was full, every soul dressed in elegance befitting the coronation of a king.

Theron's robe was one of majesty — authority tempered with compassion woven into its very threads.

"Brother," Caius began, his hand resting at Lydia's waist, "we are proud of you. As you take the throne, know this — even in death, we will stand by you. The entire House of Umbraxis is with you."

Theron's heart eased at those words. This was his father's throne, a seat of immense responsibility and burden. But with his family behind him, he felt ready.

"Thank you, brother," Theron said sincerely.

One by one, others offered their support — all except Darwin and Mia, who were not of royal blood.

At last, the moment came.

Together, the royal siblings stepped out into the light. Their steps steady, their figures majestic, their garments radiant under the morning sun.

The coronation had begun.

"And with that, let everyone welcome the princes and princesses of the Human Federation!" a high-ranking aristocrat announced as the crowd turned their attention toward the grand doors.

The holograms flickered, struggling to capture every detail as Theron and the others stepped out.

A burst of applause and cheers erupted the moment the crowd saw them.

"Wow, so young..."

"They're so beautiful—I wish my sons could court the princesses."

"Ah, if I were young again, I'd chase after the prince myself."

"Prince Darius is incredible... still a teenager, yet already standing toe to toe with his brothers."

Whispers like these rippled through the crowd, filling the hall with admiration and excitement.

At the very back of Theron's group, Darwin was losing his mind.

Why... why... why is this happening to me...?

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