"Hey beautiful, what are you doing here?"
In the cold of the night, a black-haired man in a shirt furrowed his brows as he spotted a short blonde woman. His eyes wandered over her curves, captivated by her beauty.
The woman, ignoring him, muttered under her breath and turned toward him. Her skin was astonishingly pale, her nails sharp, and her eyes pink—almost glowing in the dark.
"Human?" The woman raised her brows curiously and licked her lips. The middle-aged man grinned, mistaking her interest for attraction.
"A delicate girl like you shouldn't be wandering around like this. If you want, you can stay with me," he offered, making his intentions clear.
The woman paused for a moment and then smirked. "As you wish, handsome. Lead the way."
The man was thrilled at her eagerness, barely able to contain his arousal as he escorted her to his cabin. Shortly after opening the door, he stepped inside and hastily removed his pants.
"You're this eager?" The woman embraced him seductively. Her intoxicating scent drove him wild as he clumsily tried to undress.
She smiled. "Lie on the bed, my first slave."
"Yes, my mistress," the man replied, bewitched, as he obediently lay down with a worshipful gaze. The woman grinned. "Now, lift your hips and close your eyes. I'll show you heaven."
"Yes, mistress. I'm yours," the man said, squirming with excitement. As he waited for her touch, expecting her hands to caress him, pain suddenly shot through his rear.
"Mistress?" he asked, confused.
"Let your mistress give you pleasure, darling," she cooed, smiling as she mercilessly thrust her unexpected member into him.
"Ah! Are you... are you trans?!" he cried out in fear, his body trembling from the pain.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
She leaned close to his ear, licking her lips. "No, darling. Even better—I'm a man."
"Huh?" The man froze in shock. He tried to escape, but it was too late. His newfound tormentor continued his assault, leaving the man powerless and terrified.
"Don't humans know better than to approach strangers?" Vampire Prince Ferdinand sneered as he finished with his prey. He leaned down and bit into the man's neck, draining his blood completely.
The man's face contorted in terror before the light in his eyes faded forever. Ferdinand stood up, dressing calmly, and licked the remaining blood from his lips.
His gaze shifted to a maid entering the room, a vampire woman dressed in servant attire.
"Leyla, have you completed the tasks I assigned?" Ferdinand asked in a composed tone.
Leyla knelt submissively before him, meeting his eyes with unwavering loyalty. "Yes, my Prince. As you ordered, the human island is entirely under our control. We are currently offering the best blood to Queen Carmila in Avalon."
"What's the population?" Ferdinand asked, hoping not everything had gone to his mother.
"Approximately one million humans reside here. The number of children is sufficient for us. So far, forty thousand young humans have been sent to Avalon."
"Are there any infants left?" Ferdinand licked his lips, craving the taste of baby blood.
Leyla didn't disappoint. "We've set aside fifty babies for you, my Prince. They are your offerings."
Lucifer shook his head in refusal. "No, they're still young and inexperienced. They'd be useless for now. I'll go myself."
"Fine. I'll contact the Navy and the Pentagon. The PDA will be tasked with evacuating the locals and reclaiming Hawaii as quickly as possible," Patrick said, calming down. "But... do you think 2,000 men are really enough?"
"Two thousand men make up the best special military unit in the world right now," Lucifer defended the PDA. He had recruited soldiers from multiple countries, bringing their number to 2,000. They might be few, but they were highly skilled. Lucifer trusted them.
"The bigger concern is how many people can actually be evacuated?" This was what troubled Lucifer. Apparently, it was a concern for Patrick as well.
"Even with the entire Atlantic Fleet, at most, we could evacuate 100,000 to 200,000 people in a single day, but that's an optimistic figure. I'm afraid evacuating everyone will be impossible."
Hearing this, Lucifer sighed. Still, at least some people would be saved. "Leave the elderly behind. Evacuate anyone with a future. Start with babies and children, then adults and seniors."
Patrick grimaced at Lucifer's words, but there was no other choice. The resources allowed only so much. Besides, he didn't trust the government to redirect the entire Pacific Fleet from critical areas for the evacuation.
At best, if they pushed their limits, evacuating 50,000 people would be an achievement. Over a week, they could potentially save 500,000 to 600,000 lives.
"As you say, I'll make contact and inform you of the final decision," Patrick said before leaving. Lucifer nodded and left immediately as well.
As he flew through the sky, Lucifer muttered to himself thoughtfully. Hawaii had been invaded. This was no small matter. It was a famous and significant island, with a population nearing 1.5 million.
The thought of how many would survive gnawed at him. Unnecessary deaths were utterly senseless. Still, the creatures responsible for the invasion should not be underestimated.
For the first time, Lucifer witnessed a small army successfully invade part of the world. This was no trivial matter. If armies could now reach Earth, then larger forces might follow.
The thought of millions of demons on Earth made Lucifer feel unprepared. He really needed to expand his influence and build a massive army among humans.
An army capable of even pushing back demons would be ideal. At the very least, it could minimize the devastation.
Lucifer landed on the rooftop of a building, sighing as he took in the view. "This is trouble. Big trouble."
"Ethan's playing hero, Gwen is still inadequate, and Sam's too kind," Lucifer said tiredly. These three friends were talented but flawed. They weren't the flawless warriors Lucifer desired.
"Tch." Lucifer clicked his tongue. Then, a notification on his phone drew his curiosity. He pulled it out and checked the message. "Vanessa? What does she want from me?"
Reading the detective's message, Lucifer narrowed his eyes. It appeared he had received an invitation—from the detective herself.
"She's being this polite? A visit might be interesting." Lucifer smirked. Without lingering any longer, he flew swiftly toward the location she had sent.
After a short while, Lucifer arrived at the rooftop Vanessa had mentioned and looked around curiously for her. When he couldn't find her, he frowned. "Where are you, Detective?"
Lucifer waited for ten minutes, but she still didn't show up. Annoyed, he turned his head and noticed the rooftop was filled with pigeons. He smirked in curiosity. "Being watched by this many pigeons is quite the experience. When did they get so smart?"
He glanced at a pigeon perched on his shoulder. The bird stared at him with an unnervingly serious gaze, as if studying his face.
When Lucifer felt the pigeon was getting too close, he smiled. "Alright, little one. Just don't poop on me."
"I wouldn't do such a thing, Father." When the pigeon spoke casually, Lucifer raised his eyebrows in a comical expression. "What?"
The pigeon looked at Lucifer with something resembling a grin. "It's been so long since we've met again, Father. I'm so happy."
"Ha?"