Lust...Lost...Last Survivor.

Commander Jin paced back and forth, his chest heaving, his face red with fury. His sword remained unsheathed, his knuckles pale from the force of his grip. He glared at the demons, his hatred seeping through every word. 

"You want us to believe this... surrender?" Jin spat the word like venom. "You want us to trust you, after everything you've done? You burned our villages, slaughtered our children, twisted our people into monsters!" His voice rose with each accusation, his eyes wild with anger. "You devoured cities, left nothing but ashes! And now... you say survival?"

He turned sharply to the Dread Sovereign, eyes burning with contempt. "What survival do you deserve? What right do you have to talk of peace when all you've brought is destruction?"

General Wu stood silently, his hand resting on his sword's hilt. He wasn't angry at Jin's words. In truth, he wanted to say these words too. Every word echoed what he felt deep in his heart, the rage, the sorrow. But Wu couldn't let himself be clouded by emotion—not now. They were the last ones left, the last line of defense for humanity. They couldn't afford to act recklessly.

"What proof do we have?" Jin continued, his voice trembling with bitterness. "How do we know this isn't just another one of your tricks? What if this is a ploy to make us lower our guard?" His eyes flicked across each demon. "You're demons. Lies and deceit are in your nature."

The demons remained silent. Still, they did not flinch, did not react. Their eyes, cold and distant, stared back at Jin with a disturbing calm.

"Speak!" Jin roared, his rage barely contained. "Say something! Defend yourselves, you cowards!"

But the demons offered no response. They remained stoic, as if Jin's words didn't even touch them. The silence was suffocating, every moment stretching into eternity. It only seemed to fuel Jin's fury further.

General Wu finally spoke, his voice low but firm. "If you are sincere, demons, then prove it. You come here talking of surrender, but words alone cannot be trusted." His eyes narrowed, searching for any sign of treachery. "You say survival, but what survival do you offer us?"

The Dread Sovereign's gaze did not waver, and neither did the silence from the demons. Wu's heart pounded in his chest. It was as if they were offering themselves to the humans, ready to accept whatever judgment came their way.

Jin's face twisted into a sneer. "Proof, you say?" He looked back at Wu, a dark glint in his eyes. "Fine. Let's see if these demons truly mean it. Let's see if they're ready to face the consequences of what they've done."

Wu's brow furrowed, sensing something dangerous in Jin's tone. "What are you suggesting, Commander?"

Jin stepped forward, his gaze locking onto the Matriarch of a Thousand Pleasures, the Scarlet Empress. She stood among the demons, her beauty unmatched, her presence almost intoxicating. Her flowing, ribbon-like garments barely concealing her seductive tall plump body, and her face remained cold, indifferent.

Jin's lips curled into a twisted smile. "If they truly surrender… let them prove it by offering one of their own." His voice lowered, dark and menacing. "Let us take out our anger on them. Let us kill one of them."

General Wu's eyes widened. "Jin, what are you—"

"They want peace, right?" Jin cut him off, his voice dripping with malice. "Then let them show their sincerity. Let us take one of their own as a sacrifice. If they don't resist, then maybe… just maybe… we'll believe them."

Wu felt a cold shiver run down his spine. This wasn't a demand born of strategy or necessity. This was Jin's hatred speaking. His thirst for revenge.

Jin turned his gaze to the Matriarch of a Thousand Pleasures, the Scarlet Empress. "Her," he snarled. "Let her submit. Let her be the one to suffer and die in the name of your surrender." His eyes gleamed with a vile hunger as he stared at her, his hatred twisted with something darker. "If they are sincere, let her kneel before us. Let her beg."

A suffocating silence fell over the battlefield. Even the soldiers, who moments ago shared in Jin's rage, seemed taken aback by his demand. There was an unspoken understanding in the air—a realization of what Jin truly wanted. His words weren't just about vengeance. There was a carnal desire behind them, a desire they all had but none dared speak aloud.

The demons remained silent. Still, they did not move, did not react.

The Matriarch of a Thousand Pleasures, the Scarlet Empress, stayed kneeling, her expression unchanging. Her eyes, deep and unreadable, met Jin's with no trace of fear. There was no shame, no defiance. Just an icy calm that unnerved even the soldiers who hated her.

Wu clenched his fists, torn between his duty as a general and the disgust rising in his chest. He understood the hatred in Jin's heart—he felt it too. But this… this demand was crossing a line. It wasn't about justice. It was about something far darker.

"Commander Jin," Wu said sharply, his voice steady but filled with warning, "this is not the way."

Jin snapped his head toward Wu, his face twisted in frustration. "Not the way? What other way is there, General?" He pointed at the demons with his sword, his hand trembling with rage. "These monsters have taken everything from us. Everything! And now they want to talk of peace? We should take everything from them too! Make them suffer like we have!"

Wu's jaw tightened. He knew Jin's pain. He knew it all too well. But the decision he was asking for wasn't one born of reason—it was born of vengeance, of a twisted desire for domination.

"And what will that prove? What are you suggesting we should take from them?" Wu asked, his voice steady, but his heart pounding. "Will it bring back the dead? Will it undo what they've done?"

Jin's eyes flashed with fury. "Are you suggesting we should forget everything? Lay down our weapons, the hatred they gave us? Our dead are asking for justice! Are you asking us to spit on our dead?"

"And what about those who are still alive? Should we let them die too for the sake of justice for the dead? What if they are telling the truth?" Wu countered. "If they truly want peace?"

Jin let out a bitter laugh. "Peace? With demons? There is no peace between us, General. Not now. Not ever."

The air grew thick with tension. The soldiers, torn between their desire for vengeance and the possibility of peace, looked to their leaders. Wu could see it in their eyes—they were divided, just like he was.

The Scarlet Empress stayed on her knees, unshaken by Jin's words, her gaze fixed on him. The demons made no move, no sound. It was as if they had already accepted whatever fate the humans decided for them.

And in that silence, Wu felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him. This was more than just a question of war or surrender. It was a question of who they were as humans.