Lust System: Rise of the Primordial Demon

The angel, Velantra, froze at the sound of Caelen's voice. Her eyes, cold and empty a moment before, now flickered with a complex mix of shock, recognition, and deep-seated hatred.

Her gaze snapped from Evelyn to the two new arrivals. Seeing Elunara, her grip tightened on the divine sword.

"Stay back, Elunara," Velantra warned, her voice losing some of its glacial certainty.

"This does not concern you Elf. Do not make me fight you. The only reason your kind still thrives in this world is because we showed mercy! We saved the elves from the demon scourge she now cavorts with!" She pointed her blade accusingly at Evelyn.

Elunara took a step forward, water beginning to form around her in shimmering, deadly ribbons. "That was a different age. That demon is my granddaughter. I will not let you harm her. I already failed my son... I will not fail his child."

The confession hung in the air, and Evelyn's eyes widened, she did not care about her lineage when she heard about it for the first time but now she does not know how to feel.

Caelen, however, simply chuckled. The sound was low, rich, and utterly captivating. He placed a calming hand on Elunara's shoulder.

A spark of something, surprise, a flicker of warmth passed through her at his touch. "Worry not, my lovely queen,"

he purred, his beautiful crimson eyes fixed on Velantra. "This is a personal matter. I'll deal with our lost little angel."

His tone was flippant, arrogant, and carried an undeniable undercurrent of dark desire. He looked at Velantra not as a threat, but as a challenge. A prize.

Velantra bristled, her holy light flaring. "You dare—"

"Oh, I dare," Caelen interrupted, his smile widening to show a hint of sharp canine. He began to walk toward her, each step exuding a predatory grace.

The air around him seemed to thicken, becoming heavy with an intoxicating promise that made it difficult to think clearly.

It was the passive effect of his [Abyssal Charm], an aura of primordial allure that affected all beings near him. "It looks like to me that you've been trapped, watching through Emma's eyes. Didn't you ever wonder what it felt like? Truly felt like?"

He was toying with her, and it was infuriatingly effective. A faint flush, so wrong on her divine features, touched Velantra's cheeks.

She shook her head, trying to clear it of the foreign, tempting thoughts. "Your corrupting whispers won't work on me, demon."

"Won't they?" He was closer now, close enough for her to see the flecks of deeper red within his eyes. "Let's not make a mess of the queen's beautiful garden. Our dance deserves a grander stage, don't you think?"

Before she could react, he moved. It wasn't a dash; it was a blur of motion too fast to follow. He became a living bolt of crimson lightning, the skill [Volt Breaker] transforming him into pure speed and power.

He didn't strike her. Instead, he shot past her, not to attack, but to herd. The shockwave he left in his wake wasn't meant to damage, but to disorient and push—a display of flawless, arrogant control.

Gritting her teeth, Velantra beat her wings, soaring after him. She raised a hand, and a searing beam of condensed holy light, a [Judgment Ray], lanced toward his retreating form.

Caelen didn't even look back. His body crackled with a mix of demonic and lightning energy. He activated [Radiant Conduit] , a body enchantment that turned him into a vessel of power, which redirects the attacks that land on him.

The beam of holy energy struck him—and was absorbed and released to hit the ground, his form flashing brilliantly for a moment before vanishing through the broken garden gate even faster.

"You cannot run!" Velantra screamed, chasing the trail of light and ozone he left behind.

Elunara tried to follow, but a shimmering purple barrier, a weaker echo of the one that had saved Evelyn, flickered into place for just a second, a clear message from Caelen to let him handle it. With a frustrated sigh, the queen turned her attention to a trembling Evelyn.

Outside, the fight escalated into the skies above the elven city. Caelen led her on a chase, a silver-and-crimson streak against the unnaturally black sky.

He was faster, effortlessly dodging her barrages of dozens of needle-thin projectiles of light—[Heaven's Needles] and deflecting the blade of pure holy light she summoned, her [Radiant Edge], with his claws. His talons now glowed with dark crimson lightning, sheathed in the agonizingly pleasurable energy of [Eros Fang].

"Your form is exquisite," he called out, his voice carrying on the wind like a lover's whisper, even over the roar of their clashing energies. "All that fury. All that light. Wasted on hatred. I can think of so much better uses for it."

"Silence!" She unleashed [Chains of Sanctity], manifesting glowing chains of light that shot toward him, meant to restrain his movement and suppress his magical energy.

Caelen laughed, a beautiful, terrifying sound. He didn't dodge. He let them wrap around his wrists. The chains glowed, trying to suppress his power, and for a moment, Velantra thought she had him.

Then she felt it. Instead of draining him, her own energy was being pulled toward him. A wave of sensation—not pain, but something far more confusing and violating, a mix of ecstasy and agony—washed back through the chains into her.

She gasped, her wings faltering. He was using the physical connection to channel [Sin-Eater's Embrace], turning her own binding spell into a conduit for his drain.

"You try to bind me, but you only give me a tether to you, little angel," he said, his voice a hypnotic murmur directly beside her ear. He had used the connection of her own chains to close the distance instantly.

He didn't grab her, but his proximity alone was an assault. She could feel the [Abyssal Charm] washing over her, his innate [Primordial Authority] pressing down on her very essence, a demonic pressure that demanded obedience from all lesser beings.

She recoiled, severing the chains herself, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"You are a monster," she breathed, genuinely shaken.

"I am what your goddess made me," he corrected, still smiling. "She tried to take my Emma. She created the situation that forged me into this. Doesn't that make you curious?"

He lunged again. This time, she was ready. "[Guardian Veil]!" A shimmering dome of light erupted around her, a barrier effective against dark energy.

Caelen's [Eros Fang]-enhanced claws scraped against it, the sound a screech of tearing light. "A sturdy cage. But all cages can be broken."

He pressed a palm against the barrier. [Thunderbrand Touch]. Lightning, black and crackling with primordial energy, spiderwebbed across her shield. It didn't explode; it seeped through, the corrupting energy seeking the angel within, designed to detonate inside a victim's nervous system.

Velantra cried out as the shock of it jolted through her, a mix of agonizing pain and a deeply unwelcome, electrifying thrill. Her veil flickered.

It was all the opening he needed.

His hand phased through the weakening barrier. He didn't strike. His fingers, trailing that dark lightning, gently brushed against her cheek.

The effect was instantaneous and catastrophic for the angel. Velantra's eyes flew wide. A full-body shudder wracked her form.

It was [Thunderbrand Touch] combined with the full, focused force of his [Abyssal Charm]. It wasn't just pain. It was an overload of sensation, a violent, forced intimacy that short-circuited her divine mind. Her wings spasmed.

The holy sword in her hand dissolved into motes of light.

She screamed, but it was a sound of overwhelmed confusion, not rage.

Caelen caught her as she fell from the sky, her form flickering unstable, the intense light that composed her beginning to falter. He held her close, looking down at her with a mix of triumph and dark fascination.

"Shhh," he murmured, his voice still that hauntingly beautiful melody. "The fight is over. For now."

He landed gracefully in a secluded grove on the edge of the city, far from prying eyes. Velantra struggled weakly in his arms, but the fight was gone from her, replaced by a dazed, vulnerable shock.

The cold angel was gone, replaced by a being who had just felt something her divine nature was never meant to comprehend.

Caelen smiled, his thumb stroking her cheek where his lightning had touched. "Now," he whispered, his crimson eyes glowing in the dim light. "Let's talk about what happens next, since you are in Emma's body."

He was so close, his [Abyssal Charm] a palpable force, his arrogance. He saw a dazed, overwhelmed angel in his arms.

Velantra's eyes snapped open. The dazed confusion vanished, replaced by pure, focused divine wrath. "We will talk of nothing, creature of lust!"

In a move faster than sight, her free hand—which he had failed to secure—shot upward. Not with a spell, but with the physical manifestation of her will.

The Auroral Edge, which had dissolved moments before, reappeared in her grip in a flash of stellar light. She drove the point of the holy sword directly into his side.

Caelen's eyes widened in genuine shock. A grunt of pain, the first real sound of injury he'd made, escaped his lips. It wasn't a fatal wound—his demonic body was too resilient—but the sensation was unlike any pain he'd ever felt.

It was a cold, purifying fire that seared not just his flesh, but the very demonic energy within him.

He recoiled, shoving her away and stumbling back, a hand clasped to his smoking wound. The corrupting energy of [Eros Fang] and [Thunderbrand Touch] sizzled and died around the injury, purified on contact.

Velantra landed on her feet, her stance firm, the Auroral Edge held before her.

Its Eternal Radiance pushed back the shadows of the grove, making Caelen's demonic presence feel suddenly exposed and vulnerable.

"You are strong, Primordial Demon," she admitted, her voice cold once more but now edged with a warrior's respect. "You command a power I currently do not possess. But I do not need primordial energy."

She raised her blade, its light intensifying, humming with the promise of Severance of Sin. "This blade was forged to cover the weakness of my kind. Corruption.

"It was made to slay things far more evil and more terrible than you."

She took a step forward, the divine light from the sword washing over him, causing his skin to prickle as if touched by acid. The fight was not over. It had just truly begun.

"And it has judged you unworthy."

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