Demon King Who Will Rule the Infinite Worlds

It took King a week to deal with all the humans that were brought from the new world. It seemed there was someone special among them.

Though she got a request to go on a walk with him on the seventh day, which she happily accepted. Soon, the King met her outside her room, a happy look on his face that made her smile, "Good morning, Lady Eve."

"Good morning, Your Majesty," Eve took his hand. The Castle was big, but he knew his ways around it. He could reach where he wanted with his eyes closed.

They walked through the grand corridors of the castle, the polished marble floors gleaming under the flickering candlelight. The tapestries hung on the stone walls, depicted scenes of battles past and legends long forgotten.

When they reached their destination. She could hear clanking from the other side. The doors were slowly opening as a gust of wind blew in. Eve closed his eyes, opening them again to see the light pouring in from outside.

The fog covered the yard, but it couldn't cover the force of soldiers as they swung their sword, their shouts loud as they battled and trained against each other.

Even though Eve could barely see their faces, their muscles bulged with the exertion of swinging their swords, sweat dripped from their forehead, glistening in the night sky.

Their faces shone with determination and vigour. Despite the situation, they looked like they didn't have a care in the world.

It was a familiar look. When she was human, her guild members were like that too. Always training to be ready to fight against the monsters.

It caused a dissonance in her mind. People in this world didn't train like that. Humans did, "are you training them to Master Phase 1?"

"You came to that conclusion? Other Demons can't imagine that," Aurum chuckled, glancing towards Arthur, Tifa, and Cloud training between them, "Since Phase 1 comes so easy to Sovereign Demons, we never even think about training them. It was different in my case. I had to train it from the ground up."

"Good thing. It gave me an idea about how Phase 1 can be used different," he stroked her back, walking with her.

The soldiers sensed them. They didn't stop training. He stroked her back, "Can you activate Phase 1?"

"Barely," Eve bowed. A serene wave spread through her body. The wind blew around her. The soldiers stopped training, they had only increased in fervour when she entered their sight, but this made them pause and watch.

"Marvellous demonstration," Aurum narrowed his crystal blue eyes, "Legends say that in Ancient Times, Sovereign possessed a body that could break the mountains, go again natural disasters. Strong enough to withstand God's Wrath."

"And that's what God's Sealed. Most Demons are able to achieve Phase 1 by fighting or little training. Their goal is always reaching Phase 2," Aurum spoke as Eve breathed out, letting the God's seal take hold again. She imagined these were Gene locks and the story about God was a story for generations to remember.

The presence of her power disappeared. She hugged his arm, "I have heard that legend. It is underwhelming to hear. Only breaking mountains made Gods jealous?"

"It's precisely that kind of thinking that led to people making their greatest mistake. They didn't pay enough attention to Phase 1. After all, the body was sealed inside Phase 1."

"Everyone's unleased condition is different. Some are faster, others are stronger, some are more durable. It's essential to train constantly, before and after awakening Phase 1, keeping those traits in mind. Depending on your personality, which do you choose, speed, agility, flexibility, durability, balance?" 

He pointed at the first group training together, swinging heavy swords, "These are the ones who focus on their strength."

Eve focused on the group of men. She could tell they focused on strength. It wasn't just the heavy armour or great sword in their arsenal. It was also those great muscles bulging beneath the layers of clothing.

Their legs, arms, chests, and shoulders stood out clearly. Their faces revealed pure aggression and ruthlessness. Though they weren't as exaggerated as body builders.

"This group focuses on stealth and agility," King pointed at another group. The group of men were thinner, but their limps were longer.

"Men! Position!" Their commander seemed more enthusiastic than the last one who proudly stood with his chest puffed, letting her examine.

The men got in their position, their small swords raised, which they swung parallel to their shoulder, "Men! Swing!"

"Hah!"

"Swing!"

"Hah!"

"Swing!!"

"Hahh!!"

"They are fast in the battlefield. They focus on the gaps between the armours and aim to cut through the enemies weak spots. Their weapon of choice, as you can see are short swords."

Eve curiously ran her eyes over the two groups, "Your Majesty. Are you choosing people based on the physical characteristics they are born with?"

"I assumed it would take a few more examples before you catch on to that," Aurum kissed her head. His voice tinged with pride that made her blush. His eyes stayed on her for a moment, "I do want to say yes. There are many people under my rule and I can have my choice when it comes to the Royal Guards. But no."

"From what I can tell, focusing on a single aspect of Phase 1, causing proportion changes to appear in the physical body."

"Does it," Eve's voice rose in surprise. She wasn't surprised by any of it until now because she had seen it. The humans were walking on the same path that Demons were. They too focused on Phase 2, but there were diverse group among Humans.

The Martial Artists sought to bring out more power from Phase 1. She had seen them training before. It was the same as it is now.

Maybe if she hadn't died so young, she would have seen the same results as they were experiencing now.

"That's curious..." Eve whispered, "I wonder what other kind of training they could do."

Aurum watched them with a twinkle in his eyes, "It's fascinating, isn't it? I am thinking about naming it Archetype Training."

"Archetype, Your Majesty," Eve curiously blinked.

Aurum stood by the bench from where they could watch the guards train. He offered her the seat, which she took. He sat down beside her, resting his arms on his knees, intently leaning forward.

"The basics of basics. Elemental. Strength, Agility, Perception, Stamina, Durability, Sight, Smell, Taste, Touch. Everything could be trained," He watched with a sharp look in his eyes, "I wonder if mouths would appear all over someone's body if they train their taste."

"Your Majesty!" Eve voice carried the tinge of disgust and amusement, ignoring his playful laugh.

"I am fascinated. The thought of all the possibilities and new avenues that are yet to be explored. I wish to see them with my own eyes. Every time a new Archetype emerges, I want to study it, understand it. The Depths of Phase 1 itself are incredibly complicated, along with every other thing you can imagine that came out of the creation of Gods."

Right now, he fascinated Eve, who couldn't peel her eyes away from his sparkling crystal blue eyes, his childish smile, the ever-expanding glee that radiates from him.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop herself from admiring his passion. It was also familiar, "Big brother is also like that sometimes...he hides it well..."

"That's why I chose him," Aurum chuckled, "there are men in the world who share my curiosity. But only one of them is my friend."

"Oh," Eve raised her legs, resting them on the bench, her knees touching his thighs. She hugged his arm, "Is this your roundabout way of telling me why my big brother isn't around? Your Majesty?"

"I only hope you understand why it had to be him and not resent me for it. Many people think humans are here as Slaves. Though I have a different goal...I know how much you like having him around," Aurum softly spoke to her.

"If you are worried, I will resent you, Your Majesty, then you don't. I know, as the King you can't apologise for the decisions you make. That's why I am grateful for this," Eve stroked his arm. She raised her body to seek his lips.

Which he was gracious enough to grant her, kissing her with a loving passion. The first kiss didn't linger. His lips caressed hers, pulling them into his mouth, sealing it.

Eve moaned softly, clutching onto his shoulders. The kiss grew rougher. Their bodies pressed against each other. He backed away, their noses brushing.

His lips touched her chin, her cheek, gently pressing down on her neck. His lips hovered over her ear, his hot breath travelling down her neck.

Her fingers wrapped themselves around his neck. She climbed on top of him, straddling him. Her fingers ran through his hair, "Your Majesty...your men are watching..."

"That's there reward, and I still have something to show," His hands stroked her sides, pushing her closer to him. His kisses intensified; his hands were stroking her body.

He pulled her body closer, a wicked smirk spreading across his face as he raised her skirt. Eve gasped to look over her shoulder, the eyes of soldiers. All the eyes on her.

Then Aurum gripped her hips, raising her ass high, parting her ass cheeks for them to watch.

As she wondered whether it was really alright for them to be watching. She felt their desires. The courtyard, that was covered in heavy musk, became soaked with sweat, and were flooded with raging lusts.

She could hear the soft sounds of breathing. Heavy breathing. Lustful sighs. Her mind flashed with the sights of their bodies, their muscles, and sweats. Their eyes fixed on her body, touching her in their mind.

She sensed everything, and she knew that everyone else in the courtyard were thinking the same. With their god-like bodies and demon-like powers. Her body shivered with the warmth that flowed through her veins.

She spread her legs wider, seeking more of his body, more of him. Her wetness slipped down, moistening her slit. Her pussy was slippery and slick. It quivered underneath him. The urge to be taken was overwhelming.

He was right. This is better. If they watched and desire her body. She reached out, her fingers pressing those slippery lips. She put a show for his men.

Her fingertips glided down her body, igniting sparks of sensation that spread like wildfire. Every set of eyes in the room was fixated on her, their gazes filled with desire and need. Their breaths ragged and uneven as they drank in the spectacle before them.

Aurum's hands traced along her body, his touch both gentle and possessive. His lips followed suit, placing soft kisses everywhere they touched. Her breath grew hotter.

Eve felt herself growing more emboldened by the moment, feeding off the collective desire of the onlookers. She arched her back, presenting herself fully to their ravenous eyes. Her movements were deliberate and sensual, each shift of her hips an invitation and a promise.

The men were unable to look away, their attention completely captivated by the erotic display before them. Eve felt a rush of power surge through her veins, their strength being drawn to her.

She shuddered, drawing in their desires. Their powers were hands, invisible but touching her.

Aurum's grip tightened on her hips, an unwavering anchor that held her in place as she swayed and writhed. Their desires grew, their aura visible to the naked eyes.

Hands made of red aura emerged from the aether, an answer to their lust. These hands roam over her body, following their eyes, touching her arms and legs, her breasts, stomach, and ass.

The red aura wrapped around her wrists and ankles, lifting her slightly off Aurum's lap to present her even more tantalisingly. She was suspended in mid-air, a vision of lust and desire, hundreds of spectral hands caressing her every curve, every inch of her exposed skin. The hands moved with a mixture of reverence and hunger.

Eve's eyes fluttered shut, her breath hitching as the myriads of sensations overwhelmed her. Her breasts were cupped and kneaded with a careful touch, while others explored the tender flesh of her inner thighs, spreading an intoxicating warmth that made her toes curl.

The hands were filled with ravenous hunger. She swayed her body, giving into the arms, being their toy for the morning and day. She let go of herself, surrendering her will to them. She let go of her control. Letting go of herself and her inhibitions. She became a willing object for their touch.

Her hips shifted back and forth, rocking against the countless hands, her movements arousing the desire within their auras. Their fingers pushed through her folds, forcing their way deep inside her. Their fingers pushed through her lips.

Some entered her deeper than others. Fingers caressed her clitoris, while others teased her G-spot. She could feel their gazes devouring her as they worked her body.

"Come here," the King commanded, and the hands put her down on his body. He reached out to hold her when she sat up and turned to look at the man hungrily staring at her. The red fingers inch away from her body, wanting her yet unable to deny their King's command.

She sat back down on the King's groin, raising her legs and spread them out, "Your Majesty, hold me."

"You want them to see," an amused smile appeared on his lips. He grabbed her legs, her thighs touching her breasts. Her glistening slit visible to the men who wanted her.

Their gazes caused burning pleasure as the King lowered her. His Kingly cock pierced through her damp slit, filling her, stretching her. She breathed heavily, gasping and moaning as his thick shaft penetrated her. She shook uncontrollably as he pulled her body tight against him, holding her body still.

The red hands convulsed, their desires intensifying as they watched her take the King's cock. They lost their shape, breaking down, losing all individuality. All that was left was a mass of pure hunger.

"You are wonderful," the King whispered in her ear. She blankly stared at him, seeing the mark on the back of his hand. A Totem that fed on those pure desires, granting the King power.

"I am the King of Hundred Men."

His words were enchantment that drew her in. She didn't stop swinging her body, bouncing on top of him, moaning. With every thrust, she sensed another man behind her, felt another man's touch.

Each groan and moan increased the intensity of their desires. They started thrusting faster, faster. Faster than their own volition. The mass of hungry, horny desires couldn't help but merge with the beast in front of them. .

"Yes! More!" She screamed out, her voice reverberating throughout the yard. A cascade of pleasure surged through her, driving her higher. She screamed out as she exploded, her entire body shaking. Her climax drove the first wave of red lustful energy. Her cries broke free of her lips, letting loose the euphoric waves of her orgasm.

The men didn't stop. There were too many of them. They all wanted her. The King carried to the middle of the courtyard. His hand snaked from between her breasts, his fingers circled around her neck as they mercilessly pounded her.

She felt pleasure wracking her body again and again. Her body convulsed once more as her climax hit her once more.

A tidal wave of lust crashed down upon her, swamping her in its maddening ecstasy. Her screams rang out as she flew towards the sky. Her body exploded with pleasure. She could no longer move, could no longer see. Just feel. Pure satisfaction coursing through her body.

Her mind tethered at the edge of reality, being taken by one and hundred all the same not allowing her to escape the sensuous tide. Her pleasured body grew limp as she fell to the ground, her body too weak to support her anymore until they were done. Only then she was allowed to rest.

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Eve regained her consciousness, lying in her own bed. It took a few moments for it all to come rushing back. She imagined her body would be wrecked with pain, instead it was filled with warmth and strength.

She took a deep breath, arching her back, moaning, still able to feel the pleasure from them. Slowly she got up from her bed, feeling comfortable under her own weight. Getting comfortable with herself.

She ran her fingers through her hair, brushing them back, twisting the strands, when she noticed the man standing at the balcony's door, holding what smelled like a mug of coffee.

"Your Majesty?"

"Hm?" the man snapped out of the chamber of his thoughts, "Ah, Lady Eve. Welcome back to the living."

"And whose fault was it," she happily sat up, joyed to see his face after she woke up, "Do you not have work?"

"Don't jest, Lady Eve. How could I work after having sprung such a surprise on you?" He stepped near her, pouring her a mug of what he was drinking, "I couldn't imagine your disappointment if I wasn't the first face you saw when you woke from your slumber."

She felt herself blush at his sweet comments, "So tell me, Your Majesty, what was that?" She lifted the mug, taking a sip. Hot coffee and vanilla cream mix drizzled in honey gave her a pleasant taste in her mouth. She savoured the flavour, expecting his answer to that ceremony.

"An introduction. You must have questions as to who I am?" He paused, "That was my power. People call it - Power of the King. I can share my overwhelming aura with my people and I can embody their hopes, their anger, their desire. I am my people's Aurum. I abandoned any other name, any other race or blood or class. I am but one. For my people."

"Would you still love a man who had abandoned all but his duty? My Lady?"

"A woman can't choose who to love, Your Majesty," Eve put the mug side as she got on her feel, "She loves...who she loves. It's not a matter of choice, but of the heart. Even if that heart belongs to a King who has forsaken all but his duty."

She placed a soft kiss on his cheek, her hands lingering on his shoulders. She wondered why she enjoyed his embrace so much, so quickly, but somehow the presence of his touch just felt right. As though she belonged there.

She closed her eyes, her head resting against his shoulder, enjoying his embrace. She pulled away, mischievously smiling, "Not to say that my heart belongs to you. Not yet."

He chuckled, "we'll see what we can do about that."

Eve's eyes twinkled, "We will. For now, I would like Your Majesty to leave so I can get dressed for today's court."

"Oh," he stepped towards her, and she stepped back, feeling his heated gaze over her body. He reached out, and she evaded his palm, saying no with her eyes. Only to see a smile spread across his lips, hearing the tap of the mug against the table. He stood inches away from her, his breath falling lightly on her lips, making her shiver.

"No worries, My Lady. Only want a refill," he raised his mug again, cheering to her, walking away.

Eve parted her lips in pure horror. She pouted as he closed the door and left. She wrinkled her nose, "And the man can be infuriating too."

She giggled to herself, swirling in joy as she reached the cupboard, opening its door, "I should wear something revealing enough to torment him through the day."

Her fingers shuffled through the dresses, stopping at one, "Yes. This would do wonderfully."

She took out the red dress, thinking about what she knew from the novel. She didn't read about Demon Four and Ascended Four in Phase 1, but she understood one rule.

'Phase 1 only affects Physical Aspect of the body. You can't even bring out aura out of your body. At most, you can cover your skin in aura...' she blankly stared at the dress, remembering the story that Augustus told her, 'His Majesty is different. His aura is so overwhelming that it leaked out in Phase 1, and this leak was enough for him to connect to thousands of soldiers, allowing them to use aura in Phase 1.'

't broke the balance of the world. It was the same difference as one army using guns, while the other was still using swords and arrows. His existence made Camelot the strongest nation in Demon World. She couldn't help think back to the human boy who attacked him, "Cloud...Demonified had Aura too, but if he was Demonified he shouldn't at Phase 1." 

She shook her head, picking up the dress, "the limits of Gods don't work on Demi-Demons. This is what is means." 

She glanced towards her hands, sensing the strength of her aura, 'my aura...it has reached Apprentice Rank.'

She bit her lip, 'Now he's going to fuck me even harder, won't he?'

She took a deep breath, hugging herself, "Mm...I should get ready..."