Lust System: Rise of the Primordial Demon

Chapter 65: The Chaotic Royal Family



[<Servant System Notification>]

>Emma has been recognized as Caelen's first servant.>

Reward issued: Seraphin Bracelet.

Seraphim Bracelet

Divine Rank Relic

Type: Accessory (Bracelet)

Affinity: Light / Divine

Passive Effect:

Increases Light Energy Pool by +50%.

Light Energy Regeneration boosted by +30%.

Grants resistance to mind control, poison

Demonic attacks can only deal of 50% damage

Additional effects:

Radiant Surge – Healing spells restore an additional 25% HP instantly.

Halo Ward – Defensive Light magic gains a temporary shield equal to 15% of Emma's Max HP.

Judgment Flare – Offensive Light magic explodes with divine force, dealing bonus AoE damage.

Emma's heart pounded. The system's prompt followed immediately:

Would you like to equip the Seraphin Necklace?

She didn't hesitate. "Yes."

The moment it clasped around her hand, radiance surged. Words etched themselves into her mind.

Her body erupted in light, so bright it shattered the shadow bindings constricting her. Every tether of darkness snapped apart, scattering like smoke and Silas did not expect the trapped individual to have light magic which caught him off guard.

Elunara's eyes widened as she sensed the presence of light and knew who caused it, seizing the opening. She appeared close to them and raised her hand rose, her voice like judgment itself.

"[Sovereign's Judgment.]"

A column of powerful light speared down from above, strong and absolute.

It scorched through the battlefield, erasing the lingering corruption and blasting through Silas's forest illusion.

The false trees warped, twisted, then dissolved into nothing. The strike burned across his skin, and though he shielded himself, the sting lingered and light magic biting deeper against his dark elf blood.

Silas snarled, his composure cracking. "Tch… damn you, Elunara."

She didn't flinch. "What is wrong with you? I told you not to come back here! Did you forget? Or do you want to fight me that bad?"

His laugh was sharp, bitter. "And what did you expect? That I'd turn my head back and pretend nothing's happening? Look at the sky."

Elunara's gaze flicked upward. The sky that was once bright were covered in unnatural black. The air carried a weight that didn't belong to this land.

Silas's smile was cold. "You think I wouldn't notice? A black sky, shadows bleeding on the very thing I see everyday… and you stand here, defending a dark elf now? You're hiding something from me."

"It is none of your concern." Her voice hardened.

He stepped closer, eyes narrowed. "None of my concern? Don't insult me. You expect me to walk away while you guard her?"

He pointed at Evelyn "No. Not until you tell me what's going on."

"I will tell you nothing."

"Then you leave me no choice."

"[Eternal Bloom.]"

A radiant flower unfurled at Silas's feet, petals glowing with eerie vitality.

Spores scattered into the air, drifting like glitter, but the effect was anything but gentle—his wounds sealed as he breathed them in, while the same haze pressed against Elunara's mind, trying to slow her, trying to dull her edge.

Elunara narrowed her eyes, her aura surging. She swept her hand outward.

"[Sovereign Surge.]"

Water rose in defiance, not as a single mindless wave but as a legion of living streams. They raced across the battlefield, bending to her will, weaving into whips, shields, and spears.

The tidal force smashed into the spores, shredding the air with violent currents before they could choke her down.

The crash of magic was deafening. Light glared against shadowed spores, water against blooming earth, neither giving way.

Each spell pushed the other to the edge of collapse, the battlefield trembling under the weight of their clash.

Emma shielded her eyes, the spells almost blinding. Evelyn held her arm tightly, both frozen in the crossfire of siblings turned enemies.

"Stop it!" Elunara's voice strained, water and light burning through Silas's assault. "I don't want this fight!"

But Silas only pressed harder. "Then yield. Or give me what belongs to me."

The ground quaked, their duel teetering on the edge of devastation—

Until a third voice cut through the storm.

"Enough."

The air itself bent. Power descended and crashing over them, silencing their spell in a single instant.

Seralyth stepped into view, her presence overwhelming. The magic rolling from her body suppressed theirs, dragging them both out of the fever of battle.

Her gaze was cold, unyielding as it swept across her children.

"How many times must I repeat myself?" Her tone carried the weight of law. "You are forbidden to fight. I made that rule for a reason. Do not break it again."

The battlefield stilled, light and shadow fading under her command.

Elunara's voice cut through the silence of the throne room, sharp and tired.

"Mother, then speak to your son. He shows up here after being told never to set foot inside this castle again, and already he's causing problems."

Silas's jaw tightened. His silver hair shifted as he tilted his head, glaring across the hall."I don't care. If you're planning to kill me, then do it here, now, in front of me. Right to my face."

Seralyth's eyes narrowed. Her tone was cool, but edged with warning. "No one is trying to kill you."

Silas barked a laugh, bitter and sharp. "Oh, that's rich. I can see it in your eyes—you'd be glad to be rid of me. Just like they were with grandfather."

Seralyth stepped forward, her presence pressing down on the hall."No. Don't twist this. The tragedy with your grandfather is proof enough of why I don't want anything like that to happen to you. That is why I sent you away. That is why I forced you to walk a path away from this throne so you can be safe."

"Safe?" Silas spat the word like venom. "I don't want to be safe. I'm royal blood, just like Elunara. Why should I be hidden away like some shameful mistake while she basks in crowns and reverence? I deserve the throne just as much—more than her."

Elunara's expression didn't falter, but her magic pulsed faintly around her."Silas, enough."

But Silas pressed forward, his voice rising with years of resentment."You know what sets me apart? I carry more than royal blood. I carry the blessing of the earth and the curse of demons. I am stronger, sharper, destined for more. The people should be led by me—by someone who understands both sides of what our kind has become."

Seralyth's gaze darkened, sadness mixing with steel."You're wrong. That duality you cling to is not what makes you perfect—it is what makes you unstable. You've always known why I could never allow you to sit upon that throne."

"You made me dream of it!" Silas shouted, his hands clenched so tight his knuckles whitened. "You raised me with stories of kingship, of duty, of carrying the bloodline forward. And now you treat me like an outcast. You took my dream, my future, and handed it to her."

His finger stabbed toward Elunara.

Elunara's composure cracked, fury flaring in her tone."You think ruling is about dreams and entitlement? You think carrying power makes you fit? It doesn't. Ruling is sacrifice. Responsibility. Burden. Things you've never once shown the patience to bear."

Silas's magic rippled, a faint green glow creeping into his eyes."I don't want patience. I want what is mine."

Seralyth raised a hand, her voice commanding."Enough. Silas, leave. This is not the time, not the place. You are blind with envy, and if you stay here, this will spiral into something none of us can take back. Go. Walk away now, and perhaps we can speak again when tempers are cooled."

Silas stared at her, his breathing ragged, every muscle coiled. For a long moment, silence filled the chamber, only the thrum of power lingering between them.

At last he scoffed and stepped back."Fine. I'll leave. But don't think this is over. I will return, and when I do—you'll have no choice but to hear me."

He turned sharply, cloak snapping behind him as he strode from the hall.

Elunara exhaled slowly, tension draining from her shoulders though her anger still burned."Every time he comes back, it feels worse."

Seralyth's expression softened, though it carried the weight of years."He is lost between pride and pain. That makes him dangerous, but also vulnerable. I'll watch him closely."

Elunara frowned. "And what of the people? They're still afraid?"

Seralyth nodded. "I couldn't calm them. They're unsettled by what they don't understand. That's your task now—speak to them."

"And you?" she continued

"I'll go to Lucy," Seralyth replied. "If anyone can tell us what's happening right now, it's her.

Elunara pressed her lips together, then gave a short nod. "Very well. But don't let Silas slither his way back in while I'm gone."

"He won't."

Emma and Evelyn had been silent throughout, their wide eyes darting between the three like rabbits caught between predators. Seralyth turned to them briefly.

"You two, remain in the lounge for now. Don't wander until this is settled. I'll send word when it's time."

They both nodded quickly. "Yes."

With that, the group dispersed. Elunara swept from the hall toward the city.

Emma and Evelyn were quietly went back to the lounge, leaving Seralyth alone out of the room.

Then her figure dissolved into shadow.

Location: One of the room in the castle

Seralyth reappeared in a quiet chamber, the air thick with stillness. Lucy lay upon a bed of silk sheets, her breathing soft and steady.

Though naked, she had pulled cloth and garments around herself, covering herself to stay modest when she is asleep.

Beside her lay Caelen who still looks the same, gray skin, tall, purple hair, but the looks are calmer, and equally naked like her, his body carefully covered by her other part of her clothes.

Strange light pulsed faintly across Lucy's skin—threads of radiance tracing her visible body, faint lines that shimmered like tattoos on her skin.

Seralyth's gaze narrowed.

Something stirred here. Something she did not understand.

Location: Inside Caelen's body

Far deeper, within the abyss of Caelen's being, the scene was different.

A vast darkness stretched endlessly, broken only by the presence of a lone figure.

A demon, tall and imposing, sat in perfect stillness. His hair flowed in strands of violet, his skin an ashen gray, his eyes closed as though meditating.

In his hands he held but not held a black orb, its surface alive with swirling shadows. From it bled a constant stream of dark looking energy.

Before him stood a tree.

It wasn't whole. Its shape was faint, its edges bleeding into mist. Yet it glowed faintly red, each branch pulsing with a subtle crimson light.

The black energy from the orb seeped into the tree. The roots drank greedily, veins of crimson brightening with every drop.

The process repeated, over and over, energy consumed and sent into light tree.

The demon said nothing, his expression unreadable.

But after a long time, the tree shuddered. Its glow wavered, a distortion rippling across its form.

The tree, whispering words not meant for mortal tongues. Alien syllables spilled into the void—sounds that bent, carrying meaning too vast to be understood.

The crimson tree flickered.

Then, piece by piece, its light dimmed, its body fading like smoke on the wind. Branch by branch, root by root, until nothing remained but the faint echo of its glow.

And then—gone.

The darkness swallowed it whole.

[Sorry about the change, i am trying to style it different and the scene change too, hope it is not too different that it cannot be enjoyed.]


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