The Price of Betrayal Is Not Merely Death — It Cannot Be Forgiven
"AAAHHH!"
Just as she was about to slip into unconsciousness, Bridget suddenly woke up. The first thing her clearing mind registered was the horrifying scene before her: her son Arnold’s soul being sliced apart by Jack’s sword.
Moreover, the lifeless body of her son on the ground was a massacre of slashes inflicted by the very same blade, blood streaming in thick, endless rivers from countless wounds.
The sight of her son’s soul writhing in agony as it was severed and vanished sent a wave of pure rage surging through Bridget.
"UUUUUAAAAAHHH!"
Screaming in fury, she snatched up the kitchen knife and lunged at Jack. She had worked so hard to support her husband, yet the moment she witnessed him slaughtering their son and then brutally cutting down the very soul of that child, her reason shattered into nothing.
**FWOOSH!**
Jack’s head was cleanly severed. Blood sprayed from the stump as his body crumpled. Normally, he would have dodged such a strike in an instant. But at this moment, after he himself had murdered his own son and then tormented the soul of that child, he had no intention of evading Bridget’s blade — he had already accepted the attack as his due.
"Hic… hic…"
Breathing in ragged gasps, Bridget finally realized what she had done. She had killed her own husband with her own hands.
"Sob… sob…"
Tears streamed down her face. In that impossible storm of emotion, she could not decide whether she should rejoice or mourn. Jack was the man who had murdered their son and destroyed his soul, yet he was also the husband she loved and the father of her child.
How could such a tragedy befall them? Why must they endure this horror? The bitterness she felt was overwhelming.
If she continued to hate him, the resentment would consume her and turn toward Rehyun. But she had already sworn a binding contract of loyalty to him. She could never hate the man who had saved her life. Even if she somehow managed to hate him, Rehyun would never give her the chance.
"Begin."
The instant Rehyun’s command rang out, the entire coliseum arena was dragged forward into view.
"AAAAK!"
"Help me! Please, help me!"
The women being hauled forward — young girls, mature wives, every kind of female — had not sworn loyalty to Rehyun and therefore still remained ordinary humans. In total there were only about fifteen of them.
Compared to the traitors, this number was shockingly small. After all, almost no one could have imagined the true horror of betraying Rehyun, the Hero.
Countless people had been rescued by the Hero. The former Hero himself had shown no discrimination by birth or status; he had helped those in need with all his heart, and the number of lives he had saved was enormous.
Just consider the knights and soldiers who had once stood against him — countless of them had been saved by his very life. Yet even after receiving such mercy, greed had blinded them, driving them to betray him and attempt to murder him.
Now, surrounded by roughly fifty men, fifteen women — sixteen in total, including Bridget — stood trembling. All except Bridget were frozen in terror, their bodies shaking violently as they spotted their husbands on the other side of the iron bars and began screaming.
"Husband!"
"Wife! Wife!"
The knights and priests near their own husbands shouted in despair when they recognized their wives.
The traitorous soldiers had been sent elsewhere and were already being tormented by professional interrogators in the Demon World, their screams echoing through the halls.
"Now… rise, Jack."
The scene was about to turn critical. Although Jack appeared to be bleeding out, deathly pale, he was actually clinging to life by a thread — thanks to Rehyun’s power. In an instant his body was restored. He sat up with a jolt.
"Huff!"
The man whose neck had been slit and who had been bleeding profusely stared at his own flawless, living throat in utter confusion. Then his eyes widened at the horror unfolding right before him.
"AAAAH!"
Bridget’s clothes were violently torn open as three men forced themselves upon her. Not only she — all fifteen women were in the same desperate state.
The sixteen torn women screamed, desperately trying to cover their bodies. But each was swarmed by three men, and those men had been granted overwhelming power through their contract with the Demon King. The women had no chance.
"Wife!"
Jack, more concerned with how he had survived than with anything else, rushed forward to save Bridget.
"You bastards!"
He swung his sword at the men who were about to rape his wife. But…
**FWOOSH!**
"AAAAAAAHHH!!!"
The scream that tore from his throat belonged to his own wife. In that split second, the three men had dodged Jack’s attack with impossible speed and used Bridget as a human shield.
"Human shield… heh heh heh."
Rehyun watched the scene and chuckled softly.
"How does it feel, Lucretia?"
Rehyun turned and asked the woman nailed to the cross behind him.
"...What are you asking?"
Lucretia answered in a weak voice. Rehyun smiled and pointed a finger toward the coliseum stage.
"I am talking about the sight of these traitorous bitches being violated. Because of your and that man’s betrayal, I was forced to lose Irene and have her stolen from me. The woman I loved more than anyone in this world. The woman I had promised to take with me all the way back to Earth. I wanted to proudly introduce my wife to my mother back home, to my sister and little sister."
His tone was strangely detached, as if he were describing someone else’s story rather than his own. Lucretia shivered even more violently, sensing the madness in him.
"My revenge is not simply death or torture. I have already suffered the agony of being forced to take away the woman I love most. I cannot simply kill her. All of you must experience it. The agony of being forced to steal away the person you love… heh… heh heh."
As he laughed, Rehyun’s gaze shifted to Jack, who was screaming in horror while his sword lay beside the bleeding, exhausted body of his wife.
Although blood poured from her wounds and her face had turned deathly pale, Bridget was not dead. As a subordinate of the Demon King Rehyun, she had been granted his power; he refused to let her die and instantly healed her injuries, extending her life.
Jack was still lost in confusion, unable to understand why his own blade had injured his wife. He was now being beaten and kicked by the dark subordinates and was on the verge of collapse. Yet Bridget’s wounds were already healing thanks to Rehyun’s power. Soon the mass rape began.
In front of their husbands, sixteen married women were being publicly and brutally raped — each by three men at once.
The knights and priests who watched their wives being forced to take three men simultaneously at the same time fell into utter despair. Their voices rang out in heartbroken cries.
"No…!"
"Wife! Wife!"
"AAAH! Let me go!"
Seeing their wives being violated before their very eyes with no way to intervene only intensified their agony. Watching their wives struggle desperately yet ultimately being overpowered and forced to endure the pain of three men at once was more unbearable still.
"..."
Suddenly Rehyun looked in another direction. Lucretia and Lin realized he was staring toward the direction of the Habsburg Empire.
"Demon King…"
Lin called out cautiously, but Rehyun did not respond.
It was deep night.
The Habsburg Empire, though separated by a time zone, was close enough that the difference was not significant. When it was midnight here, the capital over there would still be only around ten o’clock in the evening.
Rehyun closed his eyes for a moment, then reopened them and suddenly pulled Lin into his arms. She did not even cry out in surprise; she simply yielded obediently into his embrace.
He had already entrusted the torture of the knights and priests to Mastema, the leader of the Fallen Angels. Beyond watching their wives being violated, these men would now be subjected to every form of torment, yet they would never be allowed to die.
Moreover, the families of these men — the knights and priests who had become dark subordinates — outnumbered those who remained loyal by far. Therefore, the traitors in the coliseum would continue to fight their own families, only to be broken by the tortures developed in the Demon World and ultimately beg for death.
And their souls would become nothing more than consumable goods, just like the souls of the traitorous knights and priests brought by Lucretia.
But at this moment, Rehyun had set everything else aside. He held Lin in his arms, slipped his hand beneath her skirt, groped her buttocks, and focused entirely on exploring her body with intense pleasure.
By mere beauty, Selina and Lucien would outshine Lin. Yet because he was originally human, or perhaps because Lin’s appearance reminded him of Irene, he had been unusually affectionate toward her since the day they met — even though only a little more than a day had passed.
Rehyun lifted Lin’s skirt, pulled out his penis, and thrust into her sheath in one smooth motion.
The instant he buried himself deep inside her, Mastema opened the iron bars with the power of black magic from afar. The moment the bars vanished, the husbands of the raped women — the traitorous knights and priests — charged forward with roaring shouts, desperate to rescue their wives.
"AAAAAAAAH!"
"Wife! Wait for us!"
"We will save you soon!"
Fifteen knights and priests charged forward with great momentum, gathering holy power to prepare for battle.
'Ah, no!'
Just as he had seen with his own son Arnold — who had become a dark subordinate and whose soul had been stained by darkness — Bridget was also a dark subordinate. If they wasted their holy power and accidentally struck Bridget, she would suffer indescribable agony.
He had thought he could somehow stop them, but Jack’s body refused to move. He was powerless. Then relief washed over him.
**BOOM!**
"Kyaaaah!"
The charging knights and priests slammed straight into the fists of the dark subordinates and were thrown away, coughing up blood.
"Don't interfere, you trash!"
"You’ll regret it! We’ll fuck these bitches’ holes until they’re pregnant, so watch and learn how to get pregnant, you bitches!"
"Heh heh~ Of course I’m already fucking their asses, so they won’t get pregnant… but still!"
"Umph! Umph!"
As they were forced to speak, the women struggled desperately to cover both their mouths and lower holes. The fear of pregnancy gripped them.
Yet their pregnancies had already been decided. Nothing could change that.
Rehyun had planned to show the traitors the sight of their wives being forced to carry and give birth to the children of other men — one of the cruelest ways he would make them pay.
"Heh heh, the background music is quite fitting."
Watching the scene, Rehyun enjoyed his sex with Lin. Lucretia, watching from the cross, felt a chilling certainty.
The woman who looked like Irene being fucked by the Demon King.
The Demon King’s revenge — trampling the traitorous wives and forcing them to watch.
Even after becoming the Demon King, Irene still held immense meaning for him.