Guild Wars

"Tsk, it's good to be home after so long."

Loki sucked in a deep breath as he walked through the Realm Portal that linked the Devil Realm to the Morningstar World. He had spent the past few days on the main plane but quickly got bored after taking the virginities of some young women his age because their canals were average.

In the end, he simply left them with an unforgettable memory that their future husbands and lovers would never be able to replicate before leaving. Now, out of boredom and unwilling to relinquish his freedom by going home, he snuck into the Morningstar World and then rushed here.

The moment he appeared, Loki caught the eyes of all the nearby devils. Much as his mother and father had both taught him, he was able to retract his bloodline pressure, so he seemed like a normal youth of untraceable origin.

Well, he should have been, but where he stood was the publicly known entrance to the world belonging to the Royal Family. It was even enclosed within a special hall with Rank 7 Devil Guards monitoring its area, preventing those with evil intentions from coming close.

After all, Zaine often used this portal to come back home and even brought Loki himself over often when he was younger. While he had grown into a teen now and was not that chubby-faced toddler anymore, his features were still mostly recognizable.

The Devil Guards saw him and immediately knelt.

"Welcome back, Prince Loki!"

Loki mimicked his father's posture when dealing with subordinates, folding his arms behind his back while smiling gently. "Please stand, you have all worked hard."

The guards were touched by his regard, for Zaine often disregarded them from a lofty position, while Chel and Bria, who also used the Morningstar World to shuttle back and forth, were also cold toward lower-ranking devils like them.

"No need to accompany me; there is no one in this realm capable of hurting me." Loki shook his head when they formed up to guard him in the center.

They seemed unsure, but Loki simply coated himself in a blue outline and floated above in the air, flying towards the nearby giant castle. The guards were reassured because flying within Paradise City was prohibited unless one was a Royal Devil.

Loki looked down on the familiar city that had not changed much since his last visits, smiling with satisfaction. Soon, all this would belong to him, the greatest being in existence, the chosen one of the underworld!

Eventually, the lad reached the Devil Castle in the center, which was a seamless blend of dark gothic spires and weird baroque styles, creating an image that intrigued any who perceived it. The entire castle shimmered with a faint red glow of malice, hinting at the malevolent and devilish powers that resided within its walls.

Gigantic obsidian gates guarded the entrance, carved with intricate images of ancient creatures of the Devil Race as well as alluring female forms in suggestive poses. As Loki approached, the gates swung open automatically, beckoning him inside.

Loki chuckled at the theatrics meant to scare the non-residents of the castle and walked through the lush garden pathway to the main double doors. These also swung open automatically, but unlike for most visitors who would be left alone, Loki was a Royal Devil, so his treatment was different.

A bespectacled butler in formal western attire walked out stately, his pale skin glistening despite the lack of sun in Paradise City—or the entire Devil Realm for that matter—and bowed before Loki with humility.

"Welcome back, Young Lord. The Grand Mistress is waiting for you in the throne room," the butler spoke in a heavily accented English tone, his words full of elegance and refinement.

"Thanks, Charles, tell Grandma I'll be right there," Loki responded with a smile.

The butler rose and nodded. "At once, Young Lord."

Charles retreated into the darkness and disappeared, while Loki walked into the castle with utter familiarity. The place was a labyrinth of opulence and aesthetic artistry for those who didn't know it, its marble hallways adorned with crimson velvet drapes leading to lavish chambers that promised top-level decadence.

Intricate stained-glass windows depicted scenes of sinful indulgence, while the air was filled with a delicate scent of incense and perversion.

Loki folded his hands behind his head lazily as he walked through the castle's winding corridors, passing by decorated lounges where sultry music played, drawing couples and trios into sensuous embraces as they lay upon each other in nakedness. Dark golden chandeliers hung from the ceilings, casting a warm and intimate glow over the rooms.

Many devils stopped to greet Loki respectfully, as the castle was occupied by almost half a thousand different devils of all types, all of them being members of the royal bloodline but from either offshoots or side branches.

Some were true-blood devils born from Loki's uncles, Zaine, Chel, and Bria's notorious five brothers. Even though they were counted as purebloods, they still had to greet Loki with respect, for his bloodline was the purest in their history, and his status was unmatched.

Seeing many of his 'cousins,' Loki was surprisingly friendly as he greeted them with a 'yo' or a 'hey there.' His casual demeanor made these devil cousins, who stayed in the Devil Realm 24/7, feel weird because they acted, spoke, and thought like English nobles during the early Victorian era.

So meeting Loki, who had more of a casual modernist vibe, naturally made them feel a hint of estrangement. However, they dared not belittle him as uncouth or even harbor the slightest disdain because devils were sensitive to emotions.

If they offended Loki, it was entirely possible for the Grand Mistress to have them either executed or cast out of the royal family depending on their status. There was no value in doing that, especially when the entire race's fortune was on the rise due to Loki's growth.

Loki soon reached his bedroom near the top of the castle and saw that his maid, Martha, was idly sweeping in front of the door. The young devil maiden of lowborn status was busy fantasizing about the handsome prince when suddenly someone grabbed her somewhat voluminous backside and squeezed its soft flesh greedily.

Martha jumped in fright and turned around to see who was so unscrupulous, only to be mesmerized by a face so handsome that it caused her brain to pause. Then she shook her head to snap herself out of her daze, as devils were resistant to vices unless they wanted to be ensnared.

"P-Prince Loki?" she exclaimed in surprise, never expecting to see the esteemed prince who she thought of day and night.

Loki smiled and came closer. "Well, well, Martha. You've certainly grown these past few years I've been away. Even I can't resist your fat butt now."

Martha blushed, holding the broom bashfully as she lowered her head. "I know. All the other male servants look at it, and some of the royal princes have tried to reallocate me to their service…"

"…But I'm dedicated to you, Prince Loki!" Martha raised her head and said firmly.

Loki chuckled. "I know that. Grandma did not allocate you to me for no reason; she knows my preferences."

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Martha's heart skipped a beat as redness flushed her fair cheeks. "Are you going to…?"

Loki glanced at her up and down, shaking his head. "Not yet. It's not the best time to make you my concubine. Let's wait for a year or two first, I have a lot of things to do."

"Oh…" Martha said, with three parts relief and seven parts disappointment.

Loki noted this but did not change his mind. "I will rest in my room for about an hour, then I have to go see Grandma."

The young lass curtsied and opened the door to the room for Loki, revealing a large and elegant bedroom draped with a gigantic bed with a blood-red canopy. Loki jumped onto the bed and lay down while crossing his legs, with Martha bowing to leave him in peace.

Loki pondered his next steps carefully. Unlike other devils who mostly acted before they thought, he had been raised by his mother to use his brain before acting, which was why Zaine was such a rarity among devils.

His eyes narrowed as he formulated a plan to rise to the top and challenge his despicable old man. The last time, before they had been sent down to inform the core members to come up, his father had bullied him by capturing him to sit on his shoulders while he ran around the Morningstar World for all to see!

Of course, Loki could not swallow this humiliation! Especially since everyone saw him enjoying the experience of being pampered by his despicable old man, shattering his persona of rebelliousness!

Hateful, hateful, hateful!

Gritting his teeth, Loki jumped out of the bed and could no longer rest in peace. He left the room with a gloomy expression and headed toward the grand chamber where the throne room was located.

The grand chamber itself was a masterpiece of sinister design, featuring a massive dance floor with reddish-black carpets surrounded by decorated balconies.

From the balconies, succubi and incubi of the royal family watched with disdain as they enticed the various species from all manner of planes below with their alluring bodies that were almost on full display, galvanizing all races alike to join them in the dance of temptation.

Loki even saw one of the lords of a relatively well-to-do mini small world that orbited the main plane here, eagerly stroking his donger to the sight of a mature succubus from an offshoot branch who flashed her massive tits at him.

This chamber was the epitome of sensual debauchery. If it weren't for all royal devils disdaining mingling with those who were easily tempted, there would likely be an everlasting orgy going on in this room.

As it were, the best that could occur was one side eagerly touching themselves in longing for the other side, who displayed their wonderful assets without hinting to indulge in anything.

Loki shook his head with disdain and dismay. He was more agreeable with his dad on this matter, that if someone dared to open their pussy towards you, then you should dare to fuck it!

Being arrogant because of your racial advantage that charmed others was rather stupid. If others naturally orbited towards you because of your natural allure, then that was fine, but to gather all manner of important beings from different realms who had been entranced using devil arts and then making them do this…

It was no wonder their Devil race had not progressed in so many years, relying solely on his existence to carve a way forward!

Seeing Loki walk through, the ambient royal devils became even more lively, hoping to catch the eye of this noble heir. If they could obtain his seed, even a drop, they would be able to soar into the clouds as their statuses would rise.

However, Loki naturally did not even look at these fellows. While he would dare to fuck anything, even tasting average human girls from the main plane before coming here, he simply disliked this group, so he paid them no mind.

As for those entranced in the dance, they couldn't even take their eyes off their targets, many of them pale and emaciated after pumping out their loads all over the floor repeatedly to sensual dances without being able to insert.

Before Loki even got to the door leading to the throne room, he witnessed one fellow expire and keel over, dead from overdoing it. In typical devil fashion, the lower-ranked devils in the shadow of the room quickly wrapped his body up and took it away, intending to throw it out in the trash.