The Demon King's Vengeance Against the Saint Lucretia
A single knight among the many confronting Kim Jae-hyun froze, sword still aimed at him, and muttered in a daze, “Huh… how could this be…”
Every last knight and priest gathered in that place stared with vacant eyes. What unfolded before their eyes simply refused to feel real.
How had the human who had once been the Holy Sword’s hero become the Demon King? And how was it that even as the Demon King, he could still wield the Holy Sword?
“Kukuk.”
Kim Jae-hyun smiled at their gazes. Saint Lucretia remained on her knees before him, forced into the position and utterly still.
Even without his intervention, she would never rise again. The shock she had suffered was simply too immense; she had nearly lost her mind.
“Die! Demon!”
One knight, brimming with false courage, charged at Kim Jae-hyun. He never made it.
Dark Elf Queen Lucien’s slender white fingers moved at a speed invisible to the naked eye. The knight dropped instantly, blood gushing from both arms and legs as he screamed and collapsed.
“Uwaaaah!”
The fallen knight’s wounds refused any healing by holy power. Though he was a knight, not quite at priestly level, he should have possessed strong regenerative abilities through faith; Lucien’s demonic energy simply blocked the process.
“Please refrain from interrupting this Demon King’s pleasant time. I’ve already been forcing myself to hold back the urge to carve you lot into pieces.”
Lucien smiled beautifully. Selina, arms crossed beside her, clicked her tongue and said, “Another one of her vices has surfaced,” but Lucien paid her no mind.
She knew she had a perverse hobby. So what? It wasn’t like it was a crime to have one or two.
Ah, if only the Demon King would allow slaughter…
Lucien had been restraining herself precisely because Jae-hyun had not granted permission for it. These were the betrayers who had followed Saint Lucretia into rebellion against him ten years ago.
Among the targets of his revenge, the ones he despised most—Ferdinand von Habsburg, Jason Light, the Great Sage Griffith Ricardo, Gale Sword Emperor William Rodriguez, Force Sword Emperor Karl Tenant, and right now the kneeling Saint Lucretia—were far less hated, yet they were still targets of justice.
“I will never allow you to die comfortably. Death is a luxury you do not deserve. What you cherish most is yourselves! I will crush this existence of yours completely. Kkuk… kukuk… kuhahahaha!”
Kim Jae-hyun laughed loudly and snapped his fingers. Over a thousand knights and over five hundred priests dropped to their knees at once.
“Kuek!”
“Kyaek!”
The knights and priests who had tried to resist the force now felt their knees slamming into the ground with violent pain, screaming in agony instead.
Even the saint—Lucretia—could not move at all. No ordinary knight or priest could endure such power.
And Kim Jae-hyun reached out and stroked Saint Lucretia’s cheek.
“What a beautiful face. If I hadn’t loved Irene, I might have fallen in love with you without knowing your true nature.”
He pressed the Holy Sword against her arm and gave it a light scratch.
“Hwaht!”
Lucretia furrowed her brows and let out a pained sound. Jae-hyun gazed at the holy blood flowing from the wound and spoke to Selina, whose eyes had already changed as she caught the scent.
“Selina, from now on you will feast.”
“What?”
Selina blinked cutely, confused by his words, and Jae-hyun simply chuckled while using the Demon King’s authority on Lucretia.
“Aaaahaaaaaaaak!”
Lucretia screamed in agony. Blood poured out through the wounds on her body.
The deeper the pain: as her blood drained, the missing portion was instantly refilled by the Demon King’s authority, yet the extraction itself caused unimaginable torment. Worse still, the blood flowed only through the wounds—not from within—making the movement of blood across her body feel like fire in every vein.
“!”
Even her screams died out; the agony left her unable to cry out, only begging anyone to end it and kill her.
But Jae-hyun had layered multiple Demon King authorities upon her and ensured she would never die. The protection was so absolute that even if her head were severed from her body, she could still survive. Though grotesque to witness, she now possessed a vitality sturdier than a troll’s.
The moment blood began to leave her, the authority pulled more in to fill the void, yet the sensation remained excruciating.
The Demon King’s power also sealed her mind so tightly she could not faint, forcing her to endure the horror with full consciousness.
The blood extracted from her body formed a massive sphere in the sky.
“About three hours should suffice.”
Kim Jae-hyun extracted vast quantities of saintly blood. It was not solely for Selina’s meal. He cherished her, but the tenderness of caring for her had been lost long ago after he became the Demon King.
He was a warrior and a mage. The blood of a virgin saint in her prime was a rare and irreplaceable ingredient.
Please kill me! Please!
Lucretia sobbed as she begged anyone to let her escape this nightmare.
But she did not know: this was not yet true torture.
The real torment had not even begun. He wanted to harvest the freshest material before she suffered permanent damage. Though she had walked battlefields and faced death many times, she had never endured severe wounds, so the pain of blood extraction pushed her to the edge of wishing for death.
Kururururur… Shuuwuung!
The ground beneath her began to rise, enclosing her in a circular wall that blocked her view. The floor curved upward around her, yet the ceiling remained open. Her blood continued to be pulled into the growing sphere above.
With Saint Lucretia’s vision blocked, Jae-hyun turned to one of the priestesses, Dorothy.
“Yes, Dorothy. You will do nicely. Kukuk.”
At his gaze, Dorothy grew pale with fear and burst into tears. She had witnessed what happened to Saint Lucretia and felt even greater terror.
She had remained silent out of fear that any noise would make her the next target. Now even that seemed impossible.
“P-please forgive me! Nooo! Please kill me!”
Dorothy wailed, begging for her life in a desperate voice. Normally she would beg for mercy, but she knew all too well the horrors that awaited her if she survived. She wanted death to escape this living hell.
She knew death was merciful, but Jae-hyun had no intention of granting her wish.
“Don’t worry. I’ll give you a child.”
Kim Jae-hyun spoke with a gentle smile that recalled the compassionate one from his hero days. Before Dorothy could react, monstrous beasts with ugly forms—Briders—emerged behind him, long tentacles and all.
“Kaaaaaar!”
Dorothy screamed at the sight of the hideous Briders.
“Kyaa, kyaaaaaak!”
The other priestesses wanted to scream too, but they wisely held it in, for they did not know if they would be next.
“Saint Lucretia is busy for now. While she has time, you may bear as many children as you wish in the next three hours.”
“No! I don’t want to! I don’t want to!”
Dorothy did not understand what he meant, but seeing the monsters behind him terrified her. She screamed and thrashed, but the tentacles of the Briders that approached her tore her clothes and then her panties in an instant, plunging straight into her vagina.
“Aaaah!”
Dorothy screamed in sorrow and pain as the tentacle pierced her virginity. But the true horror was only beginning.
The tentacles rubbed against her vaginal walls, stretching her to the cervix, then forced their way inside and laid eggs within her womb.
“Uuuugh!”
Dorothy could not grasp what the tentacles were doing inside her, but she knew it was wrong. Soon she cried out in a loud, tearing scream, tears streaming down her face.
Meanwhile, inside the circular wall, Saint Lucretia trembled with fear of what lay ahead even as she endured the agony of her blood being forcibly drained.
***
Three hours later.
Saint Lucretia’s blood had been extracted in great quantity. The massive sphere in the sky, filled with her blood, vanished completely at Jae-hyun’s gaze—no trace remained.
The saint’s blood, a vital magic ingredient, could only be used by Jae-hyun alone.
He stepped inside the circular wall enclosing her and faced Lucretia from within.
“Ah… ah…”
The pain of blood extraction had ended, yet the saint’s beautiful eyes were filled with terror. The agony she had endured earlier had shattered any thought of resisting Jae-hyun. She could no longer glare at him with hatred.
“Hehe… now, shall we begin? My revenge.”
Lucretia broke down and wailed at his words.
“Hwauk… uwaaaang… please… please forgive me. Hic… hic… I’ve already suffered enough pain, haven’t I? If you want a slave, I’ll become your slave. If you want a whore, I’ll become your whore. Please… please stop! Hic…”
Only a few hours earlier, Lucretia had been revered across the continent as a beautiful, noble saint. Now she begged for forgiveness, declaring she would become a slave or a whore herself.
But Jae-hyun had no intention of sparing her. Her beauty, her slender figure, her pitiful state—none of it provided any reason to show mercy.
“I felt the same. Hehe… for revenge, I decided I would become a Demon King. And I never forgot for even a single second in ten years. And now… this is finally the moment I begin my revenge.”
Kim Jae-hyun spoke with deep emotion. Indeed, he felt it deeply. Intense joy surged as he finally began the revenge of that day.