“I have foreseen my divine throne, I will reclaim my other half, complete my divinity, and ascend the empty divine throne. I am the Demon God's Child, and I shall also be His Father. I am the Abyss, I am… apopis, the Demon God.”
With a surge of excitement, Mil recited his prepared lines, his voice deep and imbued with an undeniable authority.
A moment later, the woman on the other side responded with an excited and fervent voice:
“To await your arrival, my clan has remained dormant for a millennium. I represent all succubi in pledging allegiance to the great Demon God's Child, vowing to defend your divine throne with our lives!”
Mil recalled the game’s settings and asked:
“Succubi? Are you… the Queen of Nightmares? Was the sleeping spell on the Holy City’s maidens something you and Theron initiated together?”
“Yes, but I am not the Queen of Nightmares. I am merely one of the regent elders. Without your authorization, the succubi cannot elect their own Queen.”
Her tone carried a hint of regret. She paused, then continued:
“Due to certain reasons… the sleeping spell operation was forced to cease. If you require it, we are willing to risk our lives to proceed, but I have an immodest request, which I hope to receive your approval for.”
Mil knew very well that the Demon Lord were not to be trifled with. He frowned warily and said:
“Speak first.”
“I hope you can bestow favor upon my daughter, allowing her to become your Demon Queen.”
A succubus’s first night typically involves choosing a powerful male to gain formidable strength.
As for the succubus leader, the Queen of Nightmares, she is the most favored lover chosen by the Demon Lord among the higher-ranking succubi.
If she could advance further and become the Demon Queen, she would undoubtedly transcend all other demons.
Among the hero units in “Age of Dark Souls II,” the Queen of Nightmares was one of the cheapest to summon, but her strength and stats were also in the lowest tier. Making her the Demon Queen…
It wasn't worth it.
However, forming a contract early and having one’s own “hero” was also a way to increase strength.
“...Who becomes the Demon Queen is not for you to decide. Children of the Abyss, speak with strength. I will not forget your contributions, and I acknowledge your desires and greed, but do not covet things beyond your capabilities... I do not wish to see my most trusted followers bring disaster upon themselves.”
“Please forgive me, your teachings, we shall engrave them in our hearts, but…”
At this, the woman on the other side choked up for a moment before continuing:
“Continuing to cast the sleeping spell is fraught with danger. As your servants, we should unhesitatingly proceed, but I simply cannot abandon this child, so I hope… even if she cannot become the Demon Queen, she can at least receive your affection and be granted the position of Queen of Nightmares.”
Was it truly dangerous, or merely a pretense?
There was no such thing as a non-dangerous operation for demons in the Holy City. But if this became a habit, where they claimed credit and demanded rewards for any excuse, it would be impossible to manage them in the future.
Mil snickered, secretly sighing that the other side was indeed an old fox:
“Heh heh, how can I let my followers put themselves in danger? Since it’s so dangerous, then cancel this plan. I have my own ways to unseal it.”
“No! I didn’t mean that, Lord, you…”
“Enough! I will certainly not refuse loyal followers. I grant your request. But remember this: loyalty that is not absolute is absolutely disloyal. I do not like those who play petty tricks. Let me see how far you can go?”
After speaking, Mil smiled. Was this the taste of power? It certainly felt good.
After the Demon Lord thanked him, she summoned her daughter and solemnly handed the book to her.
Then, a devout voice of a young girl came from the other side:
“Lord above, my true name is Meridiana Sidi. You may call me Miley. I hereby pledge allegiance to the great Demon God's Child, vowing to be your most loyal servant and to serve you with my entire life.”
For a demon, revealing one's true name was akin to entrusting one's life to the other party, but Mil frowned, feeling this voice…
So familiar?
It didn’t matter. The lecture was in a few days; he would see her true face then.
...
Subsequently, with everyone’s concerted effort, Mil’s plan proceeded vigorously and enthusiastically.
Mil also successfully established contact with the advancing Undead—
The Bloodline Commander, Grand Duke Cepeș, would send the third princess of the Bloodline to attend the meeting.
The Lord of the Theop Great Tomb, meanwhile, sent the Chief Skeleton Knight to meet the spokesperson.
To mitigate risks, Mil did not intend to appear as the “Demon Lord” but rather pretended to be his spokesperson.
Before the “chaos holy stone” was unsealed, many wanted to use secret arts to replace their Demon Lord...
On the other side, Holy Knight William, seeing the smooth progress of affairs, sought out Inquisitor Lamark, but he did not expect that the Inquisitor already knew about Mil’s plan:
“What? You mean those demon spies actually believed it? Why?!”
Afterward, the Inquisitor tacitly assumed that Mil had sent William to him, and entrusted the task of closing the net to William.
William was meticulous in his work. After consulting with the Holy Knights Commander, he notified the Holy Knights, the Pope Knight, the Royal Knights, and the Holy Flame Knights...
They planned to organize a joint “military exercise” on the day of the lecture.
Mil, on his side, also began visiting heretics, gathering intelligence, and organizing the relationships between the various demon factions.
To avoid losing face when becoming the Demon God's Child, personal cultivation for the Demon God's Child should also be put on the agenda; there were also personal autobiographies, quotations, memoirs...
Finally, Mil left two words on the “Action Program for Conquering the World”:
Strive!
...
Two more weeks passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was the day of the Demon Lecture.
The lazy afternoon sun, filtering through the gaps in the curtains, cast a strip of light across Mil’s quilt.
Because he was overly excited the night before, Mil, who was already accustomed to staying up late, slept even later...
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and then the curtains were yanked open:
“Mil Brother! Time to get up!”
The soft, sweet voice of the girl kicked Mil out of his dreams...
Opening his eyes, Alice, dressed in a white saintess gown and wearing a honeycomb-shaped white triple crown, had pulled back Mil’s quilt.
Mil, just woken up, was in a daze for a moment, still lingering in sleep. But upon realizing the angle of the sunlight was off, he shot up from the bed:
“Holy crap! What time is it now?!”
“Two thirty in the afternoon…”
Upon hearing the time, Mil felt a rush of blood to his head:
“Huh? Doesn’t that mean the lecture has already started for over two hours? Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?!”
As he spoke, he fumbled to put on his clothes, knowing that even at a gallop, it would take an hour to get from the Holy City to the lecture venue.
Alice reminded him somewhat dejectedly:
“Um… actually, it’s fine if you don’t go.”
“What are you talking about? If I don’t go, who will hold the lecture for them?”
Mil, still pulling up his pants, hopped towards the washroom, not forgetting to tell a servant to prepare the carriage.
Alice followed behind, muttering something softly, but Mil had no time to listen, only splashing water haphazardly on his face.
But when he came to his senses, and pondered for a while, his movements gradually slowed down…
Then, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Alice, asking in confusion:
“No, what do you mean by… you’ve already closed the net?”
And from outside the window, cheers echoed throughout the Holy City.