Chapter 184: Farewell

Chapter 184: Farewell

A week has passed since my children took control of the mining city. The first thing we did was honor our dead.

Even though our victory was swift and easy, we still suffered casualties. Not many, considering the scale of the battle—a little over four hundred—but it was still a big number for me because the dead were my children.

Following the traditions of the demons, we burned the dead. The demons believe that by doing so, the fallen warriors would have a chance to enter the cycle of reincarnation and be reborn again in hell.

The ceremony was quick—a simple ritual. No big words were spoken; a little blessing and a goodbye were all we needed. The demon mining city was the first time I ever felt this loss. Not a great one, but still a loss, and holding back my tears was a challenge.

The second thing we did was clear the mine of the dead bodies and the blood that covered the city. Even though my ultimate blood skill consumed all the demons and the hostile slaves that were in the open, it failed to do so for some, and their bodies were left to rot. So cleaning was essential.

The third was the victory celebration. And how did we celebrate, you may ask? By fucking, of course.

The demons were sex-crazed people, and just by being from my bloodline, their desire and lust were even stronger. So it's only natural that the party was a fuckfest. After all, the demons who survived the battle needed some release, and there was nothing better than a party with tons of alcohol and free cocks and pussies to relieve their tension.

The city was quickly turned into a giant orgy, and I had a front seat in the center of the plaza, watching the spectacular view of a sea of flesh. The moans and screams filled the air. The smell of cum, sweat, and the stench of alcohol was heavy, yet no one seemed to care—not me, not my demon daughters, not their sons and daughters. The only thing on their minds was pleasure.

Surprisingly, I didn't participate in the orgy. Even though my body was itching to fuck, and I was ready to jump on the closest dick and have my way with him, I decided not to. The main reasons were my physical and mental health.

You may think that I'm fine and that the ten years of torture and abuse didn't affect me at all, but the truth is, it did. And the worst part? The damage was mental.

I tried to have a little fun in the celebration and reward my daughter Morgana. However, the moment the tip of her dick touched my pussy, I felt an uncontrollable desire to rip her apart—and the fear that followed. A fear so intense, so terrifying, and so paralyzing that I was frozen.

I know the reason why I felt such extreme rage and fear—the torture I suffered at the hands of the governor. Removing my skin, eating it in front of me, and then breeding me while he licked my blood like a fucking animal.

It was a horrifying and painful experience. And even now, with all of that over, the feeling is still with me—haunting me, following me, and sometimes even stopping me from enjoying the pleasure of sex.

It's not that I'm traumatized, and I would get panic attacks and shit like that. No, no. I'm a strong and powerful future goddess. A trauma or a mental problem could not affect me. I just need time and rest to fully recover.

"Hm?" Narrowing my eyes, I spotted a female human slave dragging a young demon to one of the buildings with a smile on her face.

"I see the new plan worked," I chuckled softly, realizing that the seeds of our efforts had begun to bloom in less than a week.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The slaves remained slaves. I didn't free them. I'm not that kind of person. Suppose the circumstances were different, maybe. But the reality here was different.

"My Little Morgana." I smiled, turning around and hugging my first demon-imp daughter.

"Take this bag with you, Mother. I hope it will be of some use to you," she said, handing me a big black pouch. "It contains bloodstones."

"I'll make sure to use it well," I nodded, taking the pouch and placing it inside my inventory. "Take care of your sisters, okay?"

"Of course," Morgana nodded. Her lips formed a thin smile—a sly smile. "They are in good hands."

"Yes, I'm sure they are." A wry smile formed on my lips. The mental image of Morgana fucking the shit out of her sisters and having her way with them was too strong to ignore.

"I'll visit soon," I said, turning back and waving my hand. Summoning blood chains, soon, a totally fucked-up demon girl dropped before me. She was covered in cum, sweat, and piss. Her eyes were dazed. Her pussy was red, and her ass was gaping. It was clear that she had been fucked for days nonstop.

"I see that you're enjoying yourself, governor," I said, lifting her chin. Her face was a mess, covered in drool, and a hint of madness was evident.

"Y-yes... Mistress," the demon girl mumbled. A wide grin was on her face, yet her mind was broken beyond repair.

"Sigh..." I sighed, staring at the condition of the former male governor who tortured me for years. What he—or she—suffered was just a fraction of what I had endured. To tell you the truth, I kind of lost the desire to punish him. It's like I don't care anymore. Before, all my focus was on how to torture him and the blue naga and make them pay. But now, the only thing I feel is indifference.

"Let's get this over with." With a simple flick of my hand, the demon governor's body simply exploded. Then I controlled the blood, forming it into a small ball and eating it.

Ding!

[You have successfully collected all the necessary blood.]

[Congratulations! You have passed the Trial of the Body.]

[Stand by, you'll be teleported back to the starting point.]

"Ah... finally." I sighed, staring at the blue text. Collecting blood was the key to ending this trial, and the governor's blood was the last piece.

"Farewell." With one last look at my daughter, I closed my eyes and vanished into nothingness.



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