Demonic Pornstar System

The air inside the domain was thick enough to choke on.

For the first time since awakening his system, the status window that floated in his vision struggled to render its contents. Lines warped and numbers jittered as if the interface itself was trying to comprehend what he had become.

[Status Window]

[Name: Kaiden Grey]

[Rank: 3 - Star]

[Class: Paragon of Sin]

[Level: 41 | XP: 4,916 / 410,000]

[Stats - Base]

Vitality: 92

Strength: 110

Agility: 109

Endurance: 104

Mana: 84

Magic: 83

[Stats - Great Demon of Wrath]

Vitality: 276

Strength: 330

Agility: 327

Endurance: 104 × 1,000,000,000,000

Mana: 252

Magic: 249

The numbers pulsed, flickering in and out like unstable code. The system itself seemed to hesitate before forcing out one more line:

[The Demonic Pornstar System Acknowledges: Kaiden Grey is the One True Heir it has been looking for. He is the new Paragon of Sin. May his future be free of regret.]

Kaiden barely registered it, if at all. His thoughts were drowned beneath the heat roaring through his heart and mind.

Kaiden was not an innocent child; he knew perfectly well that disgusting scum like Varek existed. It came as no surprise to him. That's why if Varek 'only' suggested giving Kaiden children sex slaves, Kaiden would've been disgusted like never before, but chances are…

This would not have happened.

But when Varek spoke of trading his women, his partners, the people who stood beside him as if they were bargaining chips for pleasure or politics, something inside Kaiden tore apart.

That single suggestion crossed a line no one ever should have.

The sad truth of reality is that child abuse has been going on for thousands of years. It was a tragic reality Kaiden was painfully aware of. That's why, although the suggestion was the vilest sentence his ears had been forced to hear up until that point... It would've ensured that Varek was a man he wanted to kill, yes. But perhaps it wouldn't have brought him over the edge.

No one knew for certain.

But giving his girls away…?

A man could endure insult. He could stomach blasphemy, betrayal, or threats. But to suggest that… to speak of Luna, Aria, Nyx, and Bastet as if they were possessions to be bartered… shattered something in him that would not mend until he righted this extreme wrong.

The Paragon of Sin was born from many things. But the Great Demon of Wrath came from this. From a fury so raw it could no longer fit inside a human shape.

Varek's head snapped around, and his eyes hurriedly observed his surroundings.

The longhouse was gone, the ceiling, the torches, even the night sky. In their place stretched a red horizon. The light had no source. It simply existed.

Such was the domain of Wrath. It was not meant to suffocate his enemies, nor did it reduce their power, snuff out their mana, or impose any other debuffs.

The domain of Wrath was a cage where the Paragon of Sin could go all out without having to worry about his prey escaping.

It was a domain of challenge. Hunt or be hunted. If the enemy was stronger than the Paragon of Sin, then it would be he who was the prey. Only one party could come out of the domain.

The victor.

Seeing the unsettling place, Varek spun in place with his heart pounding. "What is this place?!" His voice echoed back to him, hollow and distant.

Then came the sound.

A step.

Another.

Kaiden, or whatever it was that he became. The demon's frame towered over humans. His shoulders were broad, and muscles rippled. Each movement carried immense weight. Horns curled from his skull like a crown of bone and flame, and his eyes, those two molten furnaces, fixed on Varek.

"Form around him!" Varek barked with a higher pitch than he wanted. "Now! Surround the monster from all sides! Don't let him advance!"

Dozens of his warriors obeyed, encircling the demon.

Arrows whistled through the air, striking his chest, head, neck, and shoulders. Most arrows became deformed on contact. A few buried themselves shallowly into muscle, but he showed no sign of care.

Varek saw one of his best archers loose a shot straight into the demon's throat. The arrow broke in half. The Paragon of Sin didn't even flinch. There were no attempts made at dodging the incoming projectiles.

"He's too sturdy! The arrows don't pierce his rough skin and firm muscles deep enough! Use melee weapons and put your weight behind your attacks!"

Two men charged from the sides with their axes raised high. The Great Demon of Wrath didn't even lift his arms. The first axe bit into his ribs; the second struck his thigh. Both blades got stuck, making the men feel as if they were wedged into solid rock. He turned his head slowly toward them. The men froze. Then the demon moved.

His arm swept outward once. It was an unthinking, instinctive motion. The men were hit hard enough for them to instantly lose consciousness. In that same motion, they were hurled backward. The crunch of bones snapping was heard as they hit the ground.

Varek took another step back. "Keep him occupied! He bleeds! I saw it!"

More rushed him. Spears jabbed into his torso, scraping muscle. One found a gap under his arm, but even that only sank in an inch before it stopped. The men simply lacked the sheer physical prowess needed to pose a threat. Their lack of strength, combined with the shoddy state of their equipment, which were not artifacts, for Varek killed all awakened, the one with a smith class included - meant that they were trying to fight this nightmarish creature with the same weapons their ancestors used to kill humans for hundreds of years.

Doing so resulted in a horrible outcome.

Kaiden's massive hand closed around the spear shaft, splintering it effortlessly.

The Great Demon of Wrath took another step.

He did not do so with haste. He could have crossed the distance in an instant. He could have reduced Varek to dust before the man even drew his next breath. But he didn't.

Something within his dark heart stirred, something ancient and cruel. His fury did not burn wild and mindless; it had sharpened into a terrible focus.

Deep down, on an instinctive level, he enjoyed this.

The sight of his prey stumbling backward, the stench of his growing fear filling the air, the knowledge that Varek could not stop him… it thrilled something deep in his soul.

The Wrath that filled him was a slow, grinding fire that wanted to break its victim piece by piece. Kaiden revelled in the sensation of absolute dominance.

His crimson gaze locked on Varek. The man's trembling form reflected in those molten eyes, twin suns of damnation.

He wanted Varek to run.

He wanted him to beg.

He wanted him to suffer.

Because Wrath wasn't merely anger; it was the pleasure of punishment.

And in that moment, Kaiden was the embodiment of it.

The warriors surrounding him felt it. The weight. The pressure. The realization that what stood before them was not a man but calamity made flesh.

The judge, jury, and executioner from the deepest depths of hell itself.

The Paragon of Sin didn't sprint toward his target.

He just walked.

Each heavy footfall rang louder than the previous as his approach commenced.

"Aim for his eyes!" Varek screamed from the depths of his throat when he saw that physical attacks were not proving useful either.

An arrow struck his chest and shattered like glass. Another hit his eye, but he blinked, covering his sensory organ with thick skin made for defense. The arrow bounced off harmlessly.

"HOW?! WHAT IS THIS THING?!" Varek's voice cracked.

The demon's gaze found him.

Varek froze mid-step through his retreat. Their eyes met. His were wide and trembling, while the demon's molten and merciless. In that single instant, the man's heart stuttered, then began to hammer so violently he thought it might burst from his ribs.

A cold, ancient fear clawed through him, the kind no training, no weapon, no prayer could ever silence. Every instinct in his body screamed the same thing.

Run.

But he couldn't.

The Great Demon of Wrath smiled.

It was a horrifying thing, that smile. It held no humanity, no warmth. Only mockery, cruelty, and the perverse joy of a predator savoring the helplessness of its prey. It was the last expression a mortal should ever see.