The biting wind of the balcony did little to cool the heat in Raizael's veins. As he looked down at the dark, sprawling gothic terrain of Malgora, his mind drifted backward, pulled by the gravity of his own surreal existence. The transition from a mundane mortal to a demon prince had not been seamless. In fact, the memory of his awakening in this world still carried a psychological sting.
He closed his eyes, letting the flashback consume him.
He remembered the blinding white light, followed by the sudden, suffocating sensation of waking up on a cold marble floor. His hands had been shaking. When he looked down, he hadn't seen his ordinary, slightly out-of-shape human body. Instead, he saw pale, flawless skin, long elegant fingers, and sharp, obsidian-colored nails. Panic had gripped his throat. He had scrambled backward, gasping for air, looking around the massive, intimidating architecture of a castle that felt completely alien.
"Where the hell am I?" he had screamed internally. "What is this place? Did I survive that gargantuan slap?"
Before he could even process his terror, a blinding flash of digital light exploded directly in front of his face. A massive, semi-transparent holographic screen filled his vision.
[WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF: "THE COSMIC PROPHECY OF CELESTRIX"]
Right below the glowing title, a secondary screen flickered into existence, humming with dark, forbidden energy.
[ALERT: SINFUL SYSTEM ACTIVATED. SYNCHRONIZING WITH HOST: RAIZAEL.]
The realization had hit him like a physical blow. A breathless, half-hysterical laugh had escaped his lips as he stared at the neon-blue words floating in the air. "Oh... you have got to be kidding me. I transmigrated into a web novel too? Is this the new standard protocol for dying?"
Standing on the balcony in the present day, Raizael opened his eyes, the flashback fading, but his irritation remained. He slowly turned his head, looking directly out of the frame of the story, his sharp crimson eyes narrowing as if staring through the very fabric of reality itself. The fourth wall cracked under his gaze.
"Seriously, Author?" Raizael muttered, his voice dripping with pure sarcasm as he addressed the invisible creator behind the screen. "You really couldn't come up with an original idea, could you? A transmigration system? How completely unoriginal. And let's talk about my death scene in the real world. A slap? A literal slap from a fat friend? Do you know how humiliating that is to live with? You could have given me a heroic sacrifice, a tragic illness, or at least the classic, respectable Truck-kun. But no. You chose death by a supersonic pimp-slap from a titan-sized college girl. I hope you're proud of yourself, you hack."
Shaking his head at the absolute absurdity of his creator's writing skills, Raizael adjusted his dark silk robe and stepped back inside the castle corridors. He needed to clear his head and find Ronin's reports, but as he navigated the long, twisting hallways of the obsidian palace, a peculiar sound caught his attention.
"Ahnn... yes... right there..."
It was a low, breathless moan, heavy with uninhibited lust, echoing from a partially ajar door at the end of the secluded western wing.
Raizael paused, his demonic senses sharpening instantly. That voice didn't belong to any ordinary servant. It was deep, sultry, and carried a natural, intoxicating weight that practically dripped with dark mana. It belonged to Lilithia, the high-demon woman who held immense influence within the castle.
Curiosity and a sudden spark of dark instinct overrode his nobility. Moving with the silent grace of a predator, Raizael glided toward the door. He pressed himself against the cold stone wall, slowly peeking through the narrow gap.
The room inside was bathed in a dim, scandalous crimson glow. Lilithia was draped over a plush velvet chaise lounge, her dark, voluptuous curves completely uninhibited. Her obsidian wings flutched subtly with every breath, and her long tail was wrapped tightly around the leg of a young, heavily built male servant who was currently at her mercy.
The servant was breathless, his face flushed with a mixture of terror and absolute ecstasy as Lilithia dominated his movements. She moved with a rhythmic, ruthless grace, her fingers digging into the servant's shoulders, drawing faint lines of blood that only seemed to fuel her desire. The heavy, musky scent of raw passion and demonic pheromones drifted through the gap in the door, hitting Raizael directly in the face.
The wet, echoing sounds of their bodies colliding, paired with Lilithia's deep, throat-stretching moans, sent a sudden, violent jolt of electricity straight to Raizael's core. He stood frozen in the hallway, his gaze locked on the explicit display of demonic hedonism. A heavy, throbbing warmth instantly pooled between his thighs, his robe growing tight as his arousal flared to a dangerous peak. The sheer, unadulterated sinfulness of the scene was a drug to his newly awakened demonic instincts.
Forcing himself to swallow hard, Raizael tore his gaze away before he could be detected. He turned on his heel and walked swiftly back toward his own private chambers, his breath slightly shallow, his mind completely on fire.
Safely back inside his room, he leaned against the door, his heart hammering against his ribs. The visual of Lilithia's unbridled passion remained burned into his retinas, a vivid reminder of the kind of world he now ruled. He needed to steady his thoughts.
He couldn't afford to get distracted by random encounters in the hallways, no matter how enticing they were. The storyline of The Cosmic Prophecy of Celestrix was a ticking time bomb. According to his memories, the Hero Caelum was currently training in the holy capital, oblivious to the fact that his destined harem was already being systematically dismantled. Raizael needed to formulate his next move, expand his influence, and use the Sinful System to corrupt every single pillar of light before the heavens realized the script had been completely rewritten.
[DING! SINFUL SYSTEM: BACKGROUND SCAN COMPLETE]
Entity Analyzed: Matriarch Lilithia.
Current Status: Driven by volatile demonic lust/mana density (Utilizing disposable lower-tier entities for standard physical regulation).
System Path Note: Target's biology reacts exclusively to absolute sovereignty. Once the Host initiates a direct synchronization contract, all secondary entity compatibility will drop to 0%, locking target into a state of exclusive loyalty.
Host Notification: Target is currently unaware of her designated path.
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