The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

"Lor, it's up to you from now on..."

My aunt stood alone in the wine cellar of the manor, her narrow eyes filled with complex and indescribable emotions, unlike the vicious and cruel eyes of the past.

Just as she was about to leave the wine cellar, a hoarse cough behind her stopped her in her tracks.

"Hey... Do you think you won?"

The plump body of Annie, the chief priestess of the Secret Abyss Cult, was pierced through by thorns and hung in the air. The strange thing was that no blood flowed out. The bloody thorns kept shrinking slightly, as if sucking the blood in the body.

No normal mortal could bear such an injury, but surprisingly she did not die. Instead, she raised her head and revealed a strange smile on her face.

"..." Lor's aunt was in a bad mood and didn't want to say anything more to the cultist at this moment. Anyone pierced by the blood thorns would have all the blood in his body sucked dry. She left the wine cellar without looking back.

“Ahem, the great god has obtained His carrier, the Holy Grail… hehe… ahem, the Holy Grail! Hahahahahaha…”

Anne's wild laughter was heard from the wine cellar, but soon a fire broke out from top to bottom, engulfing everything, including the Islamic manor, burning it to ashes.

……

My body feels so heavy.

Sinking and sinking.

The sticky, wriggling tentacles dragged him down into the depths of darkness. The cold, damp touch caressed his skin. He was powerless to struggle or resist.

But suddenly, the dragging feeling that made the body sink disappeared, and was replaced by a cold embrace with a faint smell of blood and rust.

Lor was like a person who fell into the water and held on to the hope of survival. Even if it was a thorny bush, it was a life-saving straw for someone who had nothing.

The cold female voice was saying something. Lor tried to listen, but it became increasingly blurry and he could not tell what it was saying.

The female voice began to fade away slowly, and then suddenly became clear, hoarse, evil, and deafening.

There seemed to be a grand hymn singing in the air, with the tender voice of a child echoing with the hoarse voice of a woman, telling the story of an evil holy covenant.

"Eight is my holy number. I will protect you for eight years." The female voice was hoarse and evil, and the sound was hollow and echoing.

"Your power is at my disposal, and your followers are at my command." The child's voice was tender and sweet, yet firm and resolute.

"After eight years, you will fall into the abyss and become mine."

"My soul is devoured by you, and my body is for you to live in."

An evil and hoarse female voice and a tender and resolute child's voice sounded together.

"This is a covenant between humans and gods."

Compared to the nearly omnipotent demons, the only bargaining chips that mortals have are their own souls and flesh and blood. In most cases, there is only one ending to trading with demons, and that is to be eaten by the demons without leaving anything behind.

But as all the legendary stories tell, it is not impossible for mortals to survive.

In this transaction, there is an axiom that allows all those who make deals with the devil to have a chance of luck -

That is, as long as the devil cannot collect the agreed price when the agreed time comes, he must admit defeat and give up the delicious bait.

It is difficult to say whether this axiom is protecting mortals or luring more mortals into the abyss.

But young Lore had no choice but to drink the poisoned wine from the abyss. The contract was concluded, the power of the devil helped him escape the enemy's pursuit, and his followers became his soldiers to expel the vampires in his territory.

As a price, eight years later, the goddess of beauty will crawl out of the abyss and devour Lor's soul, and Lor's body will become the devil's shell in the mortal world.

The devil was now able to walk in daylight.

This was the beginning of everything. Afterwards, the demon's chief priest received the oracle and lurked beside him early, using spells and drugs to control Lor's spirit in advance, waiting for the demon to enjoy it after it matured.

Like all mean devil tricks, it does not accept randomness, does not give you any time to prepare, and must control the final victory from the beginning of the game.

If it weren't for the sudden order of Grand Duke Jizui, if it weren't for his aunt's greedy plan, probably no one would have been able to save Lor. Everything was such a coincidence.

Is it really a coincidence?

So, my aunt is on my side.

The fragmentary memories were finally pieced together, and Lor remembered everything in the past, including the contract with the devil. When the contract was established, the true identity of the "Fallen Goddess Venus" was also revealed to Lor.

The territory of the Islan Family is on the border of Eternal Night. The climate is cold, with snow all year round, short days and long nights. Sometimes there will be a long period of time without sunlight, which is also the origin of Eternal Night.

In this area, there are various worships and legends about the night. Among them is a monster that only appears at night. People call it Yaksha.

Legend has it that the first Yaksha was once a maid in the home of a border lord, specializing in serving the lord's children.

The lord's youngest son was extremely handsome and famous. The maid fell deeply in love with him, but because of her ugly face and humble background, she could only hide the surging love in her heart.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, the lord's youngest son suddenly fell ill. The lord sought out many famous doctors but none of them could cure him. So in order to save his beloved son, the lord announced that he would marry whoever could cure his youngest son.

In order to save her lover, the maid searched everywhere for a panacea, paid a price that ordinary people could not imagine, and finally brought back the elixir that could bring people back to life.

At the end of the story, the lord's youngest son was successfully rescued, and the lord arranged a marriage for the two, and they finally lived happily together.

of course not.

The younger son eventually became engaged to another beautiful girl because he could not accept the maid's ugly appearance. The lord also did not fulfill his promise because he looked down on the maid's appearance and background.

The anger of being betrayed by her lover and the jealousy of not being able to get the love she wanted made the maid fall into the abyss and turned into a dark and hideous demon.

She knew she was ugly so she didn't see the light of day, but she was jealous of other beautiful women so she killed the beautiful girl who had taken her lover away, and then she put on her skin and met the lord's youngest son.

Then, during intercourse, she devoured her lover's soul and gave birth to a new demon from the beautiful body of the lord's youngest son, which was equally dark and hideous, and equally filthy and ugly.

This is the origin of Yaksha.

Legend has it that Yaksha appears at night and likes to hunt handsome young men. He will transform himself into a beautiful woman, seduce the young man to have sex with him, and devour the other's soul during the intercourse.

A body without a soul will transform into a new Yaksha and once again embark on an endless hunt.

Therefore, Yakshas naturally hate beautiful creatures. In all existing rituals to please Yakshas, ​​the sacrifices are handsome boys or girls.

It is hard to imagine that such a hideous and ugly demon would become the "Goddess of Beauty Venus" worshipped by the Mystic Cult over the course of time.

……

"Where am I...?"

Lor only felt a bright light in his vision, his thick and curled eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes with difficulty. On one side of the room, the heavy lake blue curtains retreated to both sides, and the long-lost sunlight fell on the bed.

The long night finally passed. At this moment, someone was standing by the bed, looking at him. Lor turned his head slightly and saw a blood-red thorn badge on the man's chest, shining brightly in the sun.