Chapter 6: Bonding With Wifey

[Level: 5→10]

[Attributes: +0.5]

[Demonic Force: +5]

[Mission successful]

[Reward: +3 Talent points]

[Name: Damian]

[Race: HumanDemon] [Hybrid]

[Rank: Imp]

[Sin: Lust]

[Talent Point: 3]

[Talent Tree: Locked]

[Level: 10] [3%]

[Strength: 1.5] [Agility: 1.5] [Constitution: 2.0] [Charisma: 1.5] [Demonic Force: 15/15]

[Skill]

[Name: Charm]

[Type: Passive]

[Description: A skill that makes people feel drawn to the user. People become more open, trusting, and easier to influence. Strong will or higher rank reduces the effect.]

With Hazel pressed against him, Damian scanned the messages he had received so far, his initial excitement giving way to disappointment. After climbing to level ten, he had not unlocked a new ability, and the passive skill he had gained at level five hardly stirred his blood.

’When you inherit a power fraught with danger, it is only natural to expect abilities worthy of that risk. If I am to face those vying for the demon lord position, I need skills that could shatter states, not a talent that merely makes a pretty girl smile.’

Agitation swelled inside him, yet it took longer to surface than usual, giving him the chance to reconsider if the rush of emotion was necessary. There remained a multitude of things he could not comprehend, and honestly, a multitude more he had yet to accept.

“I have questions,” Damian said, breaking the silence. Hazel’s index finger quickly pressed against his lips, silencing him. Reluctantly, she lifted her head from his chest, meeting his gaze with unwavering focus.

“I will explain your situation in the simplest way I can,” she said, her voice steady yet imploring. “Please do not push beyond this, because there is knowledge that could harm you if wielded prematurely.”

The truth remained immutable: Damian was now the Sin of Lust and her husband. Despite the disparity in power and status, she treated him with unwavering respect. If he pressed for more than she was willing to reveal, she would have no choice but to obey, yet she feared the consequences. Damian hesitated for a moment, weighing her words before responding.

“I will only agree to this if I can at least understand a backstory and a definite direction. Do you understand me?”

Hazel nodded sharply, relief brushing her features. This was the best response she could hope for in this situation.

“Fair enough,” she murmured, then began untangling the misconceptions most mortals held. The underworld was not merely a place of fire and eternal suffering. While the Dead Land was indeed a domain for condemned souls, where torment was a ceaseless duty, the rest of the underworld was another celestial realm in its own right, teeming with diverse races, intricate hierarchies, sprawling cities, and culture as rich as any in the heavens.

To mortals, it was terrifying; to demons, it was home—a place evoking nostalgia whenever they returned.

Hazel proceeded to outline the prologue to this chaos. For the first time in millennia, the tides of the unending war had shifted in favor of the heavens, marked by the death of his right-hand man at the hands of the Supreme Deity and the Ten Great Commandments. The situation remained murky, and she warned that some of the Seven Princes of Hell might have been complicit, for treachery was nothing uncommon in the underworld. The methods mattered little; only the outcome did.

The competition for the throne had begun. Hazel and his other wives had pledged to nurture and accelerate his growth until he reached godhood. Only then could he contend with the other Princes of Hell and claim what was rightfully his. While she did not name any particular adversaries, she warned that many would scour the universe in search of the new Sin of Lust, some with blades drawn, others under the guise of alliances, each seeking control or delay.

“For now, you need not concern yourself with these threats. My sisters and I are demigods; we can traverse mortal worlds with ease. As long as these rings remain with us, no one will perceive our presence. With us by your side, you can focus solely on growing your power. When the time comes, we will return to Velmora together to reclaim what is yours.”

As she spoke, her hands traced Damian’s chest, lingering over his nipples in gentle, circular motions. Damian watched silently, processing each word. His lips parted slightly, and the single thought “bullshit” flickered through his mind, yet he hesitated to act hastily. If everything he had witnessed so far was possible, would it not be folly to doubt this as well?

“Okay. So I am expected to live my life normally while continuing to… interact with you and my other wives until I regain most of my powers?” he asked, and she nodded sharply.

The lack of immediate danger left him underwhelmed, especially given his anticipation of some monumental trial.

“Since it does not involve me fighting or risking my life, I suppose I can go along with it.”

He saw no reason to complicate matters further. Even with peril looming, this was preferable to his old life, which had ended at the muzzle of a gun.

“But… there is a way to grow far faster,” Hazel interjected, her eyes glinting as she seized the moment of his curiosity. Damian leaned in, captivated, urging her to continue.

“Do tell me how,” he said.

Hazel explained that demons drew power from iniquity and immorality. Velmora, the City of Lust, was effectively a city turned into a ceaseless brothel, where acts of indulgence fed their strength without limit. Damian immediately rejected the thought; he could not fathom transforming Chicago into a den of vice under the watchful eyes of mortal authorities.

“Okay. Since we are living normal lives, I have a work party tonight, and I want you to accompany me. How does that sound?”

A genuine smile spread across Damian’s face, and Hazel’s own expression blossomed like a sunflower in full bloom. She had only just arrived on this world, and yet her husband was already eager to go public with her. How could she not feel elated?

“I’d love to!” she exclaimed, throwing herself into his chest and wrapping her arms around him in a deep, jubilant embrace.

Unknown to Hazel, Damian harbored another motive. Candice and her affair partner intended to make their liaison public at tonight’s party.

’Tonight will be fun,’ he thought, a sly smirk curling his lips.

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