Chapter 2: First Wife: Hazel

[First Mission: Have sex within the next 24 hours or die.]

[Penalty: Death]

[Reward: Unknown]

[Name: Damian]

[Race: Human]

[Sin: Lust]

[Level: 0] [0%]

[Strength: 0.5] [Agility: 0.5] [Constitution: 1.0] [Charisma: 0.5]

The night passed, yet Damian remained trapped in the strange chain of events that had unfolded. His death. The vision. His revival. The luminous panels that had branded him with an inheritance he had never asked for. As if that were not enough, he had been assigned a mission with death as its penalty.

Even after spending the entire night staring at both messages, Damian still had no proper response. At this point, he even found himself wondering whether he should care about the penalty at all.

“I already killed myself once, so it’s pretty dumb to threaten me with a death sentence,” Damian scoffed, though hesitation lingered in his eyes.

Last night, he had been swept away by a storm of emotions. But now, with the early morning light pouring through the glass walls and the shock beginning to settle, killing himself again no longer sounded appealing. Besides, the system was not asking him to rob a bank or commit a crime. It was demanding something far simpler.

Damian was curious.

“If everything that happened is real and I truly inherited the sin of lust, what does it mean for me?” he muttered to himself.

“It means you are the Archon of Velmora, the great city of Crimson Veil!”

A melodic yet cold and threatening voice rang through the room like a chime, echoing from every corner at once. Startled, Damian shot to his feet, eyes scanning wildly as he snatched up the gun.

The shadows in the corners of the room began to stretch and thicken unnaturally, while the sunlight streaming through the glass walls dimmed as though swallowed by an unseen force.

“It means you are the fourth prince of Hell and a potential heir to the vacant throne of the Abyss.”

The woman’s voice was so clear it felt as though she stood right behind him, whispering into his ear. At the same time, Damian noticed something even stranger. Moments ago, the distant hum of traffic had filled the air. Now, there was nothing. No engines. No wind. Only her voice.

And then it happened.

Damian clutched his chest as a strange sensation rippled through him. It felt as if the entire world had shifted several inches to the right. His gaze snapped in that direction, and though he could not see it directly, he felt it. Space itself was twisting, folding inward as though reality were being peeled apart.

He staggered backward, gun raised, retreating until his back struck the wall.

Skrrrrrr!

A tearing sound split the air, like a bag of chips being ripped open. From the distorted space, a slender, fair hand tipped with long red nails emerged first.

Bang! Bang!

Damian fired twice without hesitation. The bullets halted midair just inches from the outstretched palm, spinning violently as smoke poured from their surfaces.

At that sight, his thoughts collapsed into silence. Fear numbed his body as the tear in space widened further, revealing only endless void beyond.

Slowly, a slender figure stepped through.

She wore a white sheer gown embroidered with fox patterns crafted from strange red diamonds that shimmered even in daylight. Draped over her shoulders was a lavish red fur coat of impeccable quality.

From the moment she appeared, Damian was struck speechless. Her wavy ginger hair cascaded down her sides, swaying gently as it framed a delicate face adorned with large round eyes, a small nose, and thin lips painted a deep crimson that matched her attire. A unique fragrance filled the room, something rich and intoxicating that he had never encountered before.

Her chest was full, round, and impossibly firm, rising and falling with effortless grace. Despite her voluptuous figure, her waist remained slender, flowing into thick curvy hips, strong thighs, and long elegant legs that seemed sculpted to perfection.

After fully stepping out of the void, she held his gaze for a long sixty seconds before glancing at the suspended bullets.

Snap!

With a simple snap of her fingers, the bullets ignited in dazzling crimson flames and vanished.

’Gorgeous.’

The word surfaced unbidden. Her face carried innocence and softness, yet her body rivaled fantasies that even the finest surgeons in the world could not replicate. She looked unreal.

Somewhere in that moment, Damian had lowered his gun without realizing it. Nor did he notice the undeniable strain beneath his pants. His entire focus was fixed on the woman before him.

What happened next shattered his expectations.

The stunning woman gracefully lowered herself and bowed deeply.

“My dear Lord. I’m Hazel, your first wife.”

Buzz!

Damian jolted from his trance, staring at her with a bewildered expression.

“Wife?”

“Wait, hold on… First wife?”

“Are there others?”

“Of course. However, Rachael and Ruby will take a while to arrive. They are currently scrubbing all traces of your existence. Only when they are certain your brother’s scouts cannot find us will they join us.”

“Three!!!”

Damian blurted the word before collapsing to his knees, coughing violently as he choked on his own saliva. Midway through his coughing fit, he felt a slender hand gently rubbing his back.

Hazel’s touch was warm, her palm impossibly smooth. Damian lifted his head and found her face mere inches from his. Her breath brushed his skin, and from this angle, her cleavage filled his vision.

A powerful surge of desire coursed through him, stronger than anything he had ever felt. His arousal pressed painfully against his pants, demanding release.

“We are the wives of the former Lord and present ourselves to you. As part of his possessions, you inherit us as well,” Hazel said softly, her gaze unwavering. “As long as you accept us and swear to retain us as your wives, the Kitsune, Succubi, and Nagen clans will support your claim to the Abyssal Throne.”

Ehh…

Damian processed the first part about inheritance. It was bizarre, especially in twenty-first century America, but strangely easier to accept than talk of clans and thrones in an abyss he knew nothing about.

Still, a question formed on his lips.

“If I accept and you become my wife, does that mean we can…” His face burned red as his voice trailed off.

Shame flooded him instantly. What kind of impression would that give?

Pa!

Before he could withdraw, Hazel seized his right hand and guided it between her breasts.

“Lord have mercy…” Damian groaned as strength drained from his body, the gun slipping from his other hand.

His palm was enveloped in warmth, pressed between softness that felt like silk wrapped around firm strength. They were solid, undeniably real, yet so supple he feared they might slip from his grasp.

How could something so abundant remain so perfectly shaped?

Unaware of the storm raging in his mind, Hazel continued.

“Of course, we belong to you. Heart, soul, and body. As long as you accept us, we will stay by your side till the very end. You have my solemn vow.”

Her words struck deeper than her touch.

Damian’s gaze sharpened as he looked into her eyes. He had asked for something physical, but her promise lingered. Stay by your side till the very end. The wound of last night flared briefly in his chest. Abandonment had destroyed him once. Now, a woman far more breathtaking than anyone he had ever known pledged eternal loyalty.

The pain that had cost him his life began to dissolve, replaced by emotions he had long buried.

He fell silent for nearly two minutes, thoughts racing as Hazel patiently waited.

“Honestly, I don’t understand half of what you’re saying, but alright. Let’s do it. I’ll be your husband and go on this crazy adventure for the Abyssal Throne, or whatever you called it. I’ll fight half brothers I’ve never met and become the Archon of some veil or whatever you called it…”

With each word, Hazel’s smile widened. There was a sparkle in her eyes, something genuine and bright, something he had never once seen in Candice. Watching her smile, he felt as though he had made the best decision of his life.

A short life beside this flawless blend of innocence and temptation felt worth more than his twenty eight years of suffering.

“Now, can I have you?”

He could no longer restrain himself. A seductive smile curved Hazel’s lips.

“Don’t worry, sugar bun. Mommy will take good care of you from now on.”

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