He pulled Sylphiri in the room, she was blushing hard but not resisting. She saw Morrigan on the bed, flushed and pleasured. She felt heat between her thighs. Raizael was hugging her from behind, smelling her and then he tossed her near Morrigan, in heat. He came closer to Sylphiri, and kissed her cheeks then suddenly Sylphiri pulled him and kissed him on his lips.
Both of the woman's moans filled the room. "Aaah.....more....more...." Sylphiri, shamelessly asked for more.
"Haaaa....aaah....fas...ter...deeper..." Morrigan begged for more and more.
The morning light struggled to pierce through the heavy crimson drapes of the obsidian chamber, leaving the vast room in a state of warm, luxurious twilight. The scent of amber jasmine had settled into something thick and intoxicating. On the massive bed, the scenery was nothing short of a masterpiece that would have caused the entire Celestrix Empire to collapse in absolute horror.
Morrigan, the former fallen Holy Maiden, and Princess Sylphiri, the proud elven arch-mage, lay tangled together in the dark silk sheets. Both women were completely spent, their breathing shallow and rhythmic as they slept in the deep exhaustion of absolute surrender. Morrigan's silver hair was splayed across Sylphiri's pale, elegant shoulder. Traces of flushed warmth still lingered on their skin, and the faint, glowing marks of Raizael's dark mana pulsed gently against their collarbones, a physical testament to the intense, uninhibited night they had just shared.
Raizael sat at the edge of the bed, casually wrapping a dark silk robe around his broad, unblemished chest. He didn't look tired at all. In fact, his crimson eyes gleamed with an unprecedented level of dark energy.
Right before his eyes, a translucent, neon-blue holographic interface flickered into existence, casting a cool glow over the sleeping heroines.
[DING! SINFUL SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]Target 1: Holy Maiden Morrigan (The Pillar of Faith)Corruption Progress: 100% (Absolute Submission)
Reward: 5,000 Sin Points,
Divine Grace Subversion,
High-Tier Holy Core Corruption.
Target 2: Princess Sylphiri (The Pillar of Magic)
Corruption Progress: 100% (Mind and Body Claimed)
Reward: 5,000 Sin Points, Ancient Elven Bloodline Integration, Spell-Weaving Multiplier.
[System Evaluation]: The original plot of "The Cosmic Prophecy of Celestrix" has been successfully derailed. The Hero Caelum's future harem has been reduced by two core pillars. Host's survival probability increased by 15%!
Raizael let out a silent, mocking chuckle. 100% corruption, he thought, watching a stray strand of silver hair move as Morrigan exhaled. These were the women who, in the original script, were supposed to stand righteously by Caelum's side, giving him the emotional and magical strength to execute the "vile demon prince." Now, they were nothing more than beautiful, fiercely loyal additions to his own bed, completely broken out of the destiny the heavens had written for them.
Knock. Knock.
A polite, rhythmic sound echoed from the heavy obsidian door, cutting through the silence of the room.
"Young Master Raizael," a low, refined voice drifted through the wood. It was Ronin, the elderly, unflappable butler of the castle. "The regional reports from the lower sectors of Malgora have arrived. Additionally, the scout units have sent updates regarding the movement of the Celestrix border knights. Shall I prepare your breakfast in the study?"
"Leave the documents in the study, Ronin. I will review them shortly," Raizael replied, his voice deep and completely devoid of any post-passion fatigue.
"Understood, Young Master." The sound of footsteps faded down the long hallway.
Raizael stood up, completely unbothered by his nakedness beneath the robe, and walked toward the grand, arched balcony of his room. He pushed the heavy glass doors open, stepping out into the biting, crisp air of the topmost peak of the Demon Realm.
Before him lay the Umbral Sovereignty of Malgora. It was a terrifyingly beautiful sight, jagged black volcanic mountains, swirling currents of purple miasma in the sky, and massive fortresses built into the living rock. This was a place where humans dared not tread.
Leaning his hands against the cold stone railing, Raizael looked down at his pale, claw-tipped fingers and let out a heavy sigh.
"Who would have thought..." he muttered to himself, a dry, slightly bitter smile forming on his lips. "That a pathetic loser like me would end up as a villain prince in a web novel."
The truth was, he wasn't the original Raizael. He was a transmigrator from Earth. In his past life, he was a completely ordinary, somewhat tragic guy who had spent his days reading web novels and desperately trying to get a girlfriend. And his death? It was a historical joke.
He had finally gathered the courage to confess his feelings to his long-time college crush. But before the girl could even answer, her best friend, a brutally massive, heavily overweight woman who took up the space of three average humans, stepped in. Insulted by his "audacity" to look at her pretty friend, the massive woman had thrown a furious, legendary tantrum.
She didn't just reject him on her friend's behalf; she delivered a monolithic, full-force slap across his face. The sheer kinetic impact of that fleshy, titan-like hand had sent him flying backward. His head struck the concrete curb with a sickening crack. He had died instantly, slapped to death by a fat friend after a failed confession. It was the most humiliating way to go out.
But fate had a twisted sense of humor.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself reincarnated inside the very novel he had been reading before his death: The Cosmic Prophecy of Celestrix.
Initially, he was thrilled, until he realized his identity. He wasn't the prophesied Hero, Caelum Sol-Zenith, who was born under the Sagittarius Constellation and destined to save humanity. No, he was Raizael, the forgotten, unloved child born to a captive queen and a mad, absent Demon King. In the original novel, Raizael was a weak, arrogant, mid-tier stepping-stone boss. He was designed to launch a pathetic attack on the hero, get effortlessly slaughtered, and have his death used to show how "cool" and "righteous" Caelum was.
Worse yet, the novel's ending was completely doomed. If Raizael followed the script and died, his father Atlas would eventually destroy the world.
"Screw the original plot," Raizael whispered, his crimson eyes flashing with absolute resolve as he looked out over the demon armies training in the courtyard below. "The Hero is going to fail. My father is going to become a monster. If I want to survive the apocalypse, I can't be a generic side-boss. I have to become the ultimate, sinful sovereign.
"With the Sinful System in his hands, he had already taken the first step by stealing the Hero's destined women. And this was only the beginning.