(Third Person POV)
[Four Years Later]
"AAGHHH!!!" Daemon hunched over in a fit of rage, his fists were clenched as veins popped out of his forehead, "THIS CANNOT BE!! CURSES! CURSE THESE FOOLS!!!"
He was standing outside his home, having walked all the way over from Treespire's town center. Daemon, also known as Asmodeus, was now 14 years old. Despite having the soul and mind of the former Demon Lord, The Prince of Lust, he was naught but a mortal adolescent who was trying to get stronger.
Sure, he had his corrupted personality, which alarmed others and made them concerned for their well-being. But despite all that, Daemon had done close to nothing that would make people think he was a real threat to Mortals and most importantly, his family. His Father, Arthor, always thought he got his personality from Celysse's father, amped to a hundred. Celysse herself also believed this to be the case, especially when Daemon would get flustered as any child would get.
But the truth is that Daemon's mortal nature was overwhelming his true personality at times, preventing him from carrying out his true urges. He wanted to dominate the mortals around him, he wanted to release his desires, but was unable to. The chains known as mortality were binding his inner darkness, one that would envelop around the world, should it be released.
Or so, that is what Asmodeus believed.
Daemon was punching the air in a fit of rage, "Curse those fools to oblivion, I wish they all die on their next expedition!!" He exclaimed, "How dare they?!"
A young white-haired girl walked out of the house, a confused expression on her face as he walked over to him.
"What's wrong?" She asked, the breeze causing her beautiful hair to flow to the side, "Daemon, you're yelling again."
Daemon looked at her, "Huh?!" He said, "Aria, what is it?"
"You tell me." Aria frowned, "You're yelling like a maniac, brother."
Daemon clenched his fists, "I was kicked out of the party! Those damned adventurers, thinking they can cast me aside like some piece of trash!!" He exclaimed, "Their betrayal will not go unpunished!"
Aria frowned, "Maybe if you stop talking like maniac old man, you wouldn't be in situations like these." She said, "You keep scaring the townsfolk, it's no wonder the adventurers wouldn't want to have you."
Daemon scowled, his pure black eyes staring at his sister, "What did you say?!"
"CURSE THIS CHILD, HOW DARES HE LOOK DOWN ON I, ASMODEUS!!!" He thought to himself, "IF IT WERE NOT FOR THIS MORTAL COIL'S LIMITED ABILITIES, I WOULD HAVE DOMINATED HER BY NOW!!!"
"They don't want a mage who can summon blood swords and weapons." Aria shrugged, "They think it's unsightly. You can just pose as a regular swordsman with the sword that Father had crafted for you and you'd have better luck."
"Nonsense!" Daemon said, "This mundane magic is a tool used to dominate others! I will utilize it to its utmost potential."
"There is that talk again." Aria turned around, "You keep talking like that, nobody would want you."
Daemon rushed over to her, grabbing her shoulders and turning her around, "You're saying they're afraid of me?" He asked, "Is that it?"
Aria nodded, "Yes, now let me go. I'm telling Father you're being mean again." She said, "You stupid brother."
Daemon let go of her, "They should be afraid. They know that I am far more dangerous than they." He said, "For soon, they'll be slaves to my desires. I will dominate everything and everyone."
"This is why you don't have friends, brother." Aria frowned
"Friends?! What do I need them for?!" Daemon exclaimed, "They are nothing but hindrances!! I will have slaves! Slaves to my power!"
As he said this, Celysse walked out of the house, wearing a long white dress. Daemon immediately noticed her large breasts, which were covered by the simple dress. At some point, Daemon became entranced by her chest, even going to avoid Celysee purposely. The moment his eyes laid on them, his cheeks blushed, and he looked away, trying not to make eye contact with her.
"Is he talking about slavery again?" Celysse said as she walked over to them, "Daemon, how many times do we have to discuss this? Speaking that way will only get you in trouble."
"That's what I tell him, Mother." Aria said, "But brother is stubborn."
"I swear." Celysse reached for his cheek and squished them, "Your Father and I can't use our status as Heroes in the Hellish Crusades to get you out of trouble for much longer. Someone is bound to not care and retaliate."
Daemon scowled, "tch...."
Celysse chuckled, "You're adorable, my beautiful son." She said as she pulled him in for a hug, his face pressed against her chest, "Be nice to others, okay? It's not that difficult; you can be kind and strong at the same time. You don't have to be a meanie, like your grandfather."
Daemon's face turned as red as his hair, his entire body shivering as his cheeks pressed against her large breasts.
"A-Ahh...." He said as he pulled away, "Unhand me! I shall now go and reclaim my spot in the party, by demanding they let me back in. I will show them that they need someone as mighty as I."
He turned around quickly and ran away, leaving the two of them alone.
"He's a strange one." Aria frowned, "I can't believe he's my elder brother."
Celysse smiled and sighed, "Yes." She said, "He's becoming much more adorable as of late, claiming he'll one day make me his wife."
Aria looked at her, "That's not normal." She said, "Mother..."
"Fufu~" Celysse smiled, "It's just a phase, don't worry about it."
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"Damn that Celysse!" Daemon leaned his arm against a tree as he was panting, his face was red as he sweated, "Since when did her body become that damn desirable? Cursed mortals, this is their doing! Within this body, I have become more attracted to these filthy inferiors of mine, especially that woman!"
He looked down, seeing that his pants had a bulge in it. He had been aroused by Celysse's breasts, which had been pressed against his face. He could still feel the warmth of her body, something that caused chills to course through his body.
He had developed these feelings of desire not too long ago, having involuntary erections whenever he was in her vicinity. There were even times that when he woke up in the middle of the night to sneak out of the house to train in the woods, he would see Celysse asleep on the couch, with her nightgown exposing some of her cleavage.
Even a glimpse of her bare breasts drove Daemon crazy, which prompted him to seclude himself in the woods to relieve himself. And that is what had happened to him once again; his arousal had gotten too strong, he could not wait to come to the woods.
"Damn it all...." He scowled, his fists clenched, "It is no wonder that Arthor bedded that woman, her body is desirable and worthy of being defiled. My claims of making her mine are no empty threats now. I, Asmodeus, will claim that woman as mine. I care not for the repercussions."
"One day, I will fuck her."