A long time ago, in a big and quiet villa, there was a large and cozy room filled with young children. All of them had small horns on their heads and long black tails that ended in cute heart shapes. These were the very first generation of succubus and incubus children.
Some were reading books while others were playing together, laughing and smiling. Their faces were full of innocence, and they all looked extremely adorable.
Suddenly, the door opened and someone walked in.
It was a girl with long, soft pink hair. She was clearly taller and older than the rest of the kids in the room. She looked around twelve or thirteen years old, while most others were ten or even younger.
Even though she was still a child, she already had a strange charm and beauty about her. Her presence was so captivating that it could even make grown women jealous.
She was wearing a white wedding dress that flowed around her feet. A soft smile was on her face as she looked around.
All the children looked up and smiled.
"It's the eldest!"
"Oh no, big sis Nirvana is at it again!" one of the boys said, slapping his forehead with a sigh.
Nirvana entered the room cheerfully and asked with sparkling eyes,
"Where's Mother? I'm going to marry her today for real!"
The kids sighed.
"She's in her room, of course," said one of the incubus boys, sounding tired like he had heard this before.
Another little girl rolled her eyes.
"Big sis, when are you going to give up on that?"
Nirvana blinked. She was caught off guard.
"Huh? What do you mean give up?" she asked.
At that moment, the whole room went quiet. The children stared at her with confused and strange expressions.
"What? Don't you all love Mother?" Nirvana said with a serious face. "I love her more than all of you combined!"
The boy from before scratched his head and said,
"Of course we love Mother, but not like that. I mean, yeah, she's super beautiful and charming, but… she's our mom!"
"Right," added another girl. "She's like a goddess to us, but we're her children. We can't marry our own mother!"
Nirvana stood frozen. She felt like everyone's eyes were staring deep into her heart, judging her.
"You're the big sister… and yet…"
"Yeah, you're weird," one kid mumbled.
"Weird…"
"Weird…"
"Weird!"
The word echoed again and again in Nirvana's mind like little bells striking her thoughts.
But Nirvana wasn't the type to give up. Her eyes flashed with determination. She stomped her foot and pointed at everyone in the room.
"I'm not weird! You all are weird! Every one of you!" she shouted.
"You just don't understand how perfect and amazing Mother is. She's not just beautiful—she's everything! I will become her bride no matter what!" she declared with pride and a bright face.
All the other children looked at each other and sighed again.
But Nirvana… her heart had already been stolen long ago.
Her eyes slowly moved to the corner of the room where a black sword in its sheath was leaning against the wall.
Nirvana's face brightened with excitement.
"Mother forgot her sword! This is my chance to talk to her!" she thought happily.
Without wasting a second, she rushed over, picked up the sword, and hurried toward her mother's room. She didn't even knock. With a big smile and her heart pounding in her chest, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
But the moment she did, her whole face turned bright red.
Her mother had just stepped out of the bath—completely naked. Her red hair was still wet and stuck gently to her creamy skin. Water drops sparkled on her smooth body, running down her neck, across her chest, and along her hips. Her reddish-brown eyes gave off a lazy, calm gaze that somehow made her even more beautiful.
Nirvana quickly raised her hand to cover her face but couldn't help peeking through her fingers.
Her mother walked with slow, elegant steps like a queen, her wet hair dripping slightly as she moved. She sat down on a chair near the window and turned her eyes to Nirvana, completely calm and relaxed.
"What is it?" she asked casually.
Even her voice was filled with charm, like a soft melody that made Nirvana's heart beat faster.
Nirvana lowered her hand, her cheeks still red, but her eyes were locked onto her mother's body—especially her chest and the area between her thighs. Her heart raced wildly.
"I-I came to give you your sword. You forgot it," she said, stretching her arm out and holding the sword with both hands.
Her mother looked at her with a calm but slightly serious face. She reached out and gently patted Nirvana's head.
"I never forget anything," she said in a soft but heavier voice. "If something seems forgotten, it's best not to remember it. No matter how important or needed it may feel."
She looked directly into Nirvana's eyes.
"Do you understand?"
Nirvana's body trembled. She felt like her mother's words were a deep truth she couldn't fully grasp but needed to accept.
"Y-Yes! I understand! I won't make the same mistake again!" she said with strong feelings.
Inside, she was scolding herself.
"I'm so stupid! I messed up again! Mother must be disappointed in me…"
Her mother looked at her for another moment and asked, "Anything else?"
Nirvana's face turned red again. She looked down, then up, then played with her fingers nervously.
"Umm… Mother… I love you," she whispered.
Her mother gave a soft laugh, "You've told me that thousands of times already."
"No, not like that!" Nirvana said quickly. "I really, really love you! So please… marry me! I'm serious this time!"
Her mother blinked in surprise and gave a small, gentle smile.
"Is that why you're wearing that gown?" she asked.
Nirvana nodded eagerly.
Her mother was quiet for a few seconds, clearly thinking. Then she reached out and gently ran her fingers down Nirvana's cheek.
The soft touch made Nirvana melt on the inside.
"Ahh… Mother's fingers… So soft…" she mumbled in a dreamy daze.
"You're the oldest," her mother said with a sigh, "but you're also the strangest one."
She smiled gently and continued,
"Let's make a deal. I'll send you and the others to a different world. If you become a demon king there and manage to find me again... I'll marry you."
Nirvana's eyes sparkled.
"Really?! You promise?!"
Her mother just smiled mysteriously and handed her the black sword.
"Here. Take this. From now on… it's yours."
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In the sprawling territory of the demon king Nirvana, a vast room echoed with the harsh sounds of a whip cutting through the air. Nirvana, on all fours, endured Catherine's relentless lashings, her body tense with each strike. Catherine's whip cracked against Nirvana's back, leaving red welts that spoke of her unyielding fury.
Nearby, the lifeless body of Noir lay forgotten, Nirvana's mind raced, her thoughts a tumultuous mix of pain and longing. "The main quest was to find mother, not to become a demon king," she thought, her heart heavy with the weight of a thousand years of fruitless search. "It only took me a few hundred years to become a demon king, yet finding mother has eluded me for a millennium."
As Catherine's whip struck again, Nirvana's body convulsed, but her mind remained focused on the hidden detail her mother had left behind. "What are you dazing out for, you shameless bitch? Confess your sins!" Catherine snarled, her voice laced with contempt.
Nirvana's confession poured out, raw and unfiltered. "I'm a dirty daughter who lusts for her own mother's body. I want to be embraced by her in bed and start a family with her!" Her voice quivered with a mix of shame and desire.
Catherine's whip lashed out again, even harder this time. "Let's say you succeed, what do you even call this relationship? Will your children be your son and daughter or your own siblings?" The question hung in the air, a cruel reminder of the twisted nature of their conversation.
Nirvana's body trembled as she responded, "Ahh~, I don't care what the world thinks. I just want to atone for my sins of not finding mother sooner. I'll make sure to have at least five children—"
Whack!
Catherine's whip cut through the air once more. "Only five?",
Nirvana's voice was barely a whisper as she replied, "T-ten, ten children for sure. I even thought of their names! Even more if mother wants it."
Catherine retracted her whip and conjured a black sword out of thin air. It was the same sword Nirvana's mother had given her. "Here's your reward!" Catherine said sadistically, throwing the sword in front of Nirvana.
Nirvana's eyes lit up with a mix of joy and longing. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the sword, savoring the faint scent of her mother. She sniffed deeply, drawing in the essence of her beloved parent, her heart swelling with a bittersweet mix of emotions.
After licking the sword to her satisfaction, Nirvana returned to her cold, detached demeanor. She glared at Catherine, her eyes flashing with a dangerous intensity. "This was given to me by my mother. Do not dare to throw it like that!" Her voice was like ice, sending a shiver down Catherine's spine.
Catherine looked down, her head bowed in apology. "I'm sorry, my lady!" Her voice was barely a whisper, laced with fear and respect.
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"Wait a second… where's the Fifth Demon King—Noir?" Chiyoko asked, his face full of confusion.
Scarlett also looked surprised. "Oh yeah, I can't feel his presence anywhere, not even within a few kilometers," she said while scanning the area with her senses.
Aoto suddenly looked worried. "Oh no! What about my story of slaying a demon king? If he escaped, he'll come back someday, right?"
Scarlett gave him a light pat on the back and smiled. "Don't worry. He won't show his face for years. And even if he does, he'll probably come back with a new name and identity. I mean, how could anyone show their face after getting beaten so badly?" she joked.
Aoto's eyes sparkled with excitement again. "That means… we can still say we killed him!" he said, clearly feeling better.
But right then, a swift wind blew through the hall.
Scarlett's eyes narrowed. She instantly felt someone rushing toward her from behind. She spun around and threw a punch at the air.
A blurry figure dodged her attack and swung a sword. It didn't land on her body—but it sliced off a large part of her hair.
The figure became clear—it was none other than Demon King Xulgorath. He had a wide smile stretching from ear to ear. "We shall meet again!" he said with a grin before falling backward into a portal that closed right after.
"Huh? Who was that guy? Or… that demon?" Chiyoko asked, raising his fists and getting ready to fight again.
Scarlett didn't look worried at all. She just scoffed. "My hair will grow back. Cutting it doesn't change anything."
As if to prove it, her hair started growing back right in front of their eyes, returning to its full length in just a few seconds.
"Seriously, what was he trying to do? Attack my hair?" she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.
After that strange moment, they stopped thinking about the weird demon and got ready to leave. Scarlett teleported Aoto and Chiyoko near the Darwitz Kingdom, and with a short goodbye, she returned to DreadHaven.
When she arrived, the place was quiet. Everyone was standing together as if they had been waiting for her return.
Scarlett raised her thumb and gave a confident smile. "Of course I won! I beat him so badly he ran away. He was already half-dead when he escaped. He's probably gone for good by now!"
For a few seconds, the crowd stayed quiet. Then suddenly—cheers broke out everywhere. People hugged each other, shouted in joy, and clapped for her.
Scarlett laughed a little. "Was it really that surprising?" she said, touched by their reactions.
"My lady, we should have a celebration!" Xao said, stepping forward with a big grin.
Everyone nodded in agreement. This was a huge victory, and it deserved a grand celebration.
But Scarlett shook her head. "Not yet. We'll celebrate soon… but I need to do something first."
She raised her hand and took out a dead body and a dark, glowing soul from her spatial inventory.
"Who's that?" Li Feng asked, his eyes wide.
Scarlett gritted her teeth, her gaze locked onto the body in front of her. "A certain someone who really needs a good beating," she said coldly. "But first… we bring him back. After that, I'll tell you all my story, everything from the start."
Everyone around her was silent. Scarlett had never talked about her past before. Not even Reiza knew anything. But now the time had come—she couldn't keep it hidden anymore. They needed to know the truth.
She looked at Kroenen and then at Lunatic. "Kroenen, come with me. Lunatic, you too. You'll resurrect him."
Both of them nodded without asking questions. The others didn't say a word either. Scarlett had already promised to tell them everything later, so they waited patiently.
Even though it was night, Scarlett didn't care. She never needed sleep, and more importantly, she didn't want to risk losing Dr. Magi. If he disappeared before she got her answers, she would never forgive herself.
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About half an hour later, Dr. Magi's eyes slowly opened. He blinked a few times, trying to move—but his body wouldn't respond.
He looked around and realized he was chained tightly to a chair, his arms and legs bound. The room was square-shaped, with bright white lights and plain white walls. It was cold and empty.
It looked exactly like the room where Scarlett had once been tortured for months.
That's because it was that room—Scarlett had built it herself, just for this purpose.
Standing in front of him with a grin on her face was Scarlett. Behind her stood Kroenen and Lunatic, silent and watching.
"I can't even explain how happy I am to see you like this," Scarlett said, smiling. Her eyes behind blindfold, however, were filled with burning rage.
"I'm going to torture you anyway—for personal reasons and for no reason at all. But before that… I have one simple question." Her smile faded and her tone became serious.
"Why? Why were you running those experiments? What are you really trying to achieve? And what is Asmodeus planning?"
Dr. Magi scoffed inwardly. "What a fool," he thought. "As if I can answer that. Even though I don't have a self-destruction spell placed on me… my tongue is sealed. I can't speak a word about that project, even if I wanted to."
He was a bit amused… but also nervous. No matter how much Scarlett tortured him, she wouldn't get any answers—not because he didn't want to talk, but because he literally couldn't.
But this might also make scarlett torture him for years to get something out of him.
But then—something strange happened.
His mouth opened.
"To understand this, I have to start from the very beginning," he said calmly.
His eyes widened. "What?! Why am I talking?! What's happening?!"
But the words kept flowing, and he couldn't stop them.
Even Scarlett was surprised. "He's actually talking?" she thought. "I expected to torture him for weeks… but this is even better!"
Dr. Magi continued, clearly panicking but unable to stop his own mouth.
"By beginning, I mean the start of everything… the real Big Bang."