Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 1
byChapter 1: Confrontation with the Demon King
The rain poured down, accompanied by lightning and thunder. Black mist permeated the City-State, and a suffocating atmosphere spread across the ground.
In the mid-air, a golden light and a black light flashed and collided. Occasionally, massive roars sounded, mixed with scorching heat waves that slapped directly against everyone’s faces.
Everyone looked up, staring blankly.
That was the Demon King fighting the Saint Son.
The Demon King and the Saint Son were truly fighting, and they seemed evenly matched.
Could the Saint Son really fight the Demon King to a standstill?
As if just recovering from this world-shaking battle, and as if only now realizing they might possess freedom, the crowd trembled, their lips quivering, unable to utter a single word.
For a thousand years, countless generations of Saint Sons had challenged the Demon King, but it seemed only this one—
The crowd dared not think further, afraid that greater hope would lead to greater disappointment, but deep down, a sliver of expectation inevitably began to sprout.
What if, just what if, this Saint Son truly defeated the Demon King? What if, just what if, they could truly gain their freedom?
This was the closest they had ever been to victory and freedom.
Finally, someone spoke haltingly.
“Great God of Light, your most loyal followers are willing to offer everything to pray to you. Please let our Saint Son defeat the wicked Demon King.”
Regardless of the consequences—even if the Demon King settled scores later and they ended up dead without a burial place—they wanted to offer their most sincere prayers to this Saint Son.
For a time, throughout the City-State, Mages, Elves, Dwarves, and Commoners alike were praying, praying that the Saint Son, Norton Similias, could defeat the Demon King and slay the ruler of The Abyss.
Above the black mist-shrouded sky, the golden light suddenly paused.
“Saint Son, I am truly surprised you managed to hold out for so long.”
Not far away, a handsome man in a black tailcoat, looking quite polite and refined, wore a nonchalant expression as he glanced over the person opposite him. Then, he spun his fingertip in the air, condensing a speck of light the size of a grain of rice.
As the speck of light appeared, people’s faces turned terrified. That was something belonging only to The Abyss, something more evil and chilling than any dark aura. Some Commoners who couldn’t withstand it were already covered in a terrifying layer of frost.
Someone cried out in panic: “Quick, quick, set up defensive magic!”
The Mages below waved their wands, setting up magic arrays to resist the cold current. Even so, it was a drop in the bucket, and many people were frozen into ice sculptures.
The Demon King Lishiel glanced down, letting out a dismissive sneer.
The weak are simply weak.
The speck of light was flicked out. The Demon King’s face instantly turned pale, but everyone only noticed the light speck flying rapidly toward Su Sheng.
“Alright, the game is over.”
A cold wind whipped Lishiel’s signature tailcoat, making it flutter and snap loudly in the air.
Su Sheng watched the opposite side coldly. Lishiel’s smile was so casual, as if he had already foreseen the outcome.
The people in the City-State felt the immense power contained within the light speck and collectively held their breath. Some had already closed their eyes in despair.
The speck of light, carrying the world’s most penetrating cold, shot toward him. Su Sheng did not retreat in the slightest. Enveloped in golden light, he raised his Holy Sword without hesitation and slashed out.
The light speck clashed with the Holy Sword, and the immense impact forced Su Sheng back a few steps.
His internal organs churned, and Su Sheng turned his head to spit out a mouthful of blood. The shock caused blood to seep from his eyes, nose, and ears, and even the hand gripping the sword trembled incessantly.
But he still had no intention of giving up.
The Demon King’s expression froze, seemingly surprised that his attack had been blocked this time. His eyes flickered slightly, and he dropped his casual smile, asking in an indifferent tone, “Are you this generation’s Saint Son? What is your name?”
Su Sheng remained silent, merely staring at the Demon King’s pale face, using the moment of conversation to gather magic.
In mid-air, the golden specks of light converged into a sea of light, empowering the Holy Sword, which pressed down upon the Demon King with lightning speed.
Logically, the power of that strike should not have been enough to kill the Demon King, but the Demon King himself did not dodge.
The Demon King took the blow head-on. Golden blood flowed down the sword onto Su Sheng’s hand, scalding him, causing him to tremble.
Then, the Demon King walked toward Su Sheng step by step, his movements utterly unhesitating, allowing Su Sheng’s sword to sink deeper as he approached.
Finally, Lishiel stopped right in front of Su Sheng. They were extremely close; Su Sheng could even feel Lishiel’s breath.
“You certainly have some skill,” the Demon King Lishiel said.
As he moved, golden blood dripped onto Su Sheng’s eyes. Su Sheng instinctively closed his eyes. The blood slid down his eyelids to the corner of his eye, like staining white cloth with its own color.
The Demon King suddenly raised his hand.
Su Sheng’s body swayed, ready to defend, but then he suddenly stopped. Unexpectedly, the Demon King merely raised his hand, his fingertip tracing Su Sheng’s jawline before pausing on his vulnerable Adam’s apple. Then, he cupped Su Sheng’s face, his thumb wiping away the drop of golden blood, his tone contemptuous: “You will regret killing me, especially you.”
As the words fell, the Demon King’s body dissolved into light dust and scattered into the air.
Su Sheng lowered his hand indifferently. Immediately afterward, a beam of holy light descended upon the Holy Altar, followed by two, then three beams…
Below the Holy Altar, the cheers of Humans, Dwarves, Elves—all the races belonging to the Light faction—were ceaseless.
At the Saint Son succession ceremony, the pristine white marble pillars were polished bright, and the steps carved with the symbol of the God of Light’s flower below the Holy Altar were lavishly decorated. Su Sheng, dressed in white robes and holding a staff as tall as himself, stepped onto the Altar barefoot.
The Priest held a scroll, followed by the Royal Guard and the Temple Knights, and bowed to Su Sheng.
By all accounts, the Human Saint Son had actually killed the Demon King. Such a monumental event meant everyone should perform the hand-kissing ritual to show respect to the Saint Son.
Taking advantage of the chaotic crowd, Su Sheng secretly cast a duplication spell on himself and pulled Femon, the Holy Knight Captain, into a corner.
“Norton, oh, no, Your Highness the Saint Son, you are truly magnificent…”
“Stop, Femon.” Su Sheng rubbed his temples, interrupting Femon’s impending speech. “I didn’t come here to hear that. I am leaving.”
“Oh, my God, my great God of Light, I know you need to leave, but why must you leave now? The people still need you.”
Su Sheng could feel that the moment he said the word “leave,” his friend’s body stiffened, and his tone became strange.
But he didn’t care and was too lazy to explain everything. He trusted his good friend to handle everything here in his stead, as they were cousins.
And he had more important things to do.
“Femon, listen.” Su Sheng frowned, gripping Femon’s hand tightly. “I have a very important matter to attend to now. I will cast a transformation spell on you, just like when we were children. You will have three days to prepare everything. After three days, you will succeed as the Saint Son and the King.”
You will succeed as the Saint Son… and the King… you will…
Femon’s eyes widened instantly upon realizing what Su Sheng had said, his expression turning horrified: “Are you joking, Norton?”
Femon knew Su Sheng had never cared much for these titles, but giving away the Saint Son title and the throne for someone else to inherit was simply too outrageous.
Su Sheng looked calmly at Femon, watching his friend compose himself and stand properly.
He saw Femon’s uncoordinated limbs betraying his confusion. Clearly, this influx of information was a massive shock, but he still tried hard to salvage the situation.
“Well, I mean, my magic affinity isn’t as good as yours, and I don’t even have light elemental affinity. How can I succeed as the Saint Son?”
Femon clearly disagreed with Su Sheng, but he seemed afraid that his agitation would draw attention, and he nervously glanced around.
“I cast a shielding spell. No one here can hear our conversation,” Su Sheng said, seeing through Femon’s actions.
“But…”
Femon tried to say more, but Su Sheng interrupted him.
“Don’t worry, I have a solution.” Su Sheng had anticipated Femon’s concerns and handed over a light magic potion he had prepared earlier. “One bottle of this can temporarily give you the same light element affinity as me. I prepared an entire crate, hidden in the study in the Holy Temple. You know where it is.”
Su Sheng’s way of handling things was as decisive and impersonal as his personality. Feeling that he had finished all necessary instructions, he ignored Femon’s reaction and prepared to cast a spell to leave. Unexpectedly, Femon grabbed his arm, his head lowered, his expression obscured in shadow:
“Can you tell me what you are going to do?”
“Find someone.”
Su Sheng slowly pulled his friend’s hand away, his expression turning cold.
In this world, he was Norton Similias, the heir to the continent’s most prosperous Kingdom, and the seventy-second Saint Son chosen by the continent’s Light faction. But no one knew that he was actually Transmigrator Agent 001, who had come to this world to execute a special mission.
Furthermore, this mission was so special that he had come alone this time, without his bound system.
Seeing Su Sheng’s expression, Femon’s face changed several times before he finally conceded. He opened his mouth and slowly stepped back: “Alright, go quickly and return quickly.”
“Mhm.”
The moment the word fell, Su Sheng used a teleportation spell to reach outside the City-State.
He walked into a dilapidated inn outside the city. The inn was quiet and empty. At this time, people near the main City-State were attending the Saint Son succession ceremony, so Su Sheng wasn’t worried about being recognized.
He familiarized himself with the door at the bottom of the stairwell. There, he took off the white robe symbolizing the Saint Son’s identity. The mirror beside him reflected a young man with black hair and black eyes, whose appearance was more exquisite than an angel’s.
The youth’s slender figure was covered by a lake-blue Mage robe. His fair skin was once again hidden beneath the clothing, and a Mage hat, similar in color and style to the robe, was lightly placed on his soft, smooth black hair.
After dressing this way, Su Sheng left the inn. He took out an instrument that did not belong to this world, which displayed all the characteristics of his mission target—
The target held three things: fame, power, and justice.
This meant he needed to visit everyone who possessed these three things.
The number of people who simultaneously possessed all three was not large, but certainly not small. Fortunately, he had enough time to visit them one by one.
Su Sheng compiled a sufficiently long list containing everyone who possessed these three things, and now he was going to visit the first one.
Along the way, due to the retreat of the dark aura, he did not encounter any demons. Yet, Su Sheng couldn’t help but pull the reins, stopping his horse, and looking around.
He was traveling on the main road, but there wasn’t a single person along the way. He couldn’t help but feel suspicious. He raised his hand and cast a small detection magic array, but found nothing.
Remembering the joyful smiles of the people before he left, and the Demon King’s meaningful last words, Su Sheng felt uneasy. Moments later, Su Sheng turned his horse around and rode back toward the Kingdom.
Entering the city again, every household was closed. The enthusiastic atmosphere was gone. Even the occasional vagrant or minstrel on the roadside had their backs to the street, refusing to speak a word.
Su Sheng frowned, finding this scene extremely eerie. It seemed something bad had already happened. A sudden sense of crisis made him tighten the reins and rush toward the Holy Temple.
Everything in front of the Holy Altar was as before. Even the flowers from the succession ceremony were still placed on both sides of the steps, though they had been scattered by the strong wind and no one had cleaned them up.
He had only been gone for half a day, so why had the Holy Altar become so…
“Dilapidated”?
Su Sheng first dismounted and removed his disguise, then walked through the Holy Altar into the Holy Temple.
When the Temple guards saw Su Sheng, their expressions instantly shifted from distress to overwhelming joy, and finally to resentment.
“Your Highness the Saint Son, why did you only just return?”
“What happened?” Su Sheng glanced outside, took off his outer robe and handed it to the approaching maid, and then saw the people hiding inside the Holy Temple surge toward him.
He glanced around, somewhat surprised. The Holy Temple had actually taken in some outsiders and vagrants.
“We, we don’t know either. It’s like a strange game.”
“No, you’re wrong, it’s not like a game, it’s more like a curse!”
“Oh, heavens! A curse? Did the wicked Demon King place a curse on us before he died?”
The crowd spoke over each other. Suddenly, a faint cough sounded, and a path opened in the middle of the crowd.
The Great Priest, leaning on a cane, appeared outside, supported by Femon. Femon was using his original face, clearly indicating that the substitution had been discovered by everyone.
But no one mentioned it. Everyone was discussing the series of strange events that had occurred over the past few hours.
“The white doves suddenly flew away, not a single one remained.”
“Mrs. Gino on Rainbow Road suddenly disappeared earlier. When she returned, she kept babbling, saying things like, ‘The Demon King’s punishment has arrived, the Demon King will descend again.'”
The words sounded absurd. The Demon King had clearly been killed by him, but recalling the Demon King’s previous statement…
Su Sheng pursed his lips, his face looking grim. He asked, “Besides these, what else happened?”
At this question, the crowd fell silent. After a moment, the Great Priest’s aged voice finally answered:
“Do you remember the small inn outside the city?”
Seeing Su Sheng nod, the Great Priest continued:
“The owner there was killed by a demon, and the body was devoured by Vulture Demons.”
Su Sheng was startled. He had just been at that small inn. Why hadn’t he noticed anything? Just as he was about to speak, black mist suddenly enveloped the Kingdom. A pleasant, magnetic voice, yet one that caused uncontrollable fear and trembling, rang out.
And this voice belonged precisely to the Demon King, who had appeared in mid-air half a day ago and was slain by the Saint Son’s sword.
“Ignorant Commoners, you have angered the King of Demons. Now, to appease the wrath of the God of Darkness, the most malicious curse shall be cast upon you—namely, to be eternally transformed into the lowest of demons.”
As soon as the words fell, the crowd seemed to be paused. Incredulous expressions appeared on every face.
Someone murmured, “Didn’t the Demon King die?”
But then, those who reacted exploded into chaos. Some looked terrified, crouching down and clutching their heads, praying to the God of Light. Others had vacant eyes, their legs trembling, barely able to walk.
People continuously rushed into the Holy Temple, squeezing together, turning into a chaotic mess.
Simultaneously, people with ashen faces watched in horror as their bodies began to change.
Some grew snake-like tails, others sprouted thick horns on their foreheads, and even more horrifyingly, many people’s lower bodies grew the legs of deer or horses, snakes’ tails, or other bizarre appendages.
Only Su Sheng maintained his human appearance.
This scene was absurd and bizarre, like a gentle angel surrounded by a group of terrified demons.
When these transformed people noticed that their Saint Son still retained his human form, they surged forward, one after another. Even the usually composed and steady Great Priest looked horrified, his voice trembling:
“Norton, save your teacher.”
Some who could still speak desperately pleaded: “Your Highness the Saint Son, help us, help us.”
“We don’t want to become demons, we don’t want to become demons!”
…
Su Sheng was pushed out of the Holy Temple onto the Holy Altar by the crowd, and then cornered at the edge. Just as he was about to fall, the quick-witted Femon pulled him out.
Femon dragged Su Sheng behind the Holy Temple door.
Femon complained, “Why didn’t you use magic to separate those people? Do you know you almost fell just now!”
“I don’t want to use magic on my own kind.” Su Sheng frowned tightly, unwilling to elaborate. But seeing Femon about to continue nagging, he interrupted: “Let’s not talk about this for now. Go gather the other citizens in the City-State and tell them I have a solution.”
Femon looked hesitant, swallowed, and decided to ask, “Norton, why did the Demon King reappear?”
Su Sheng frowned, shaking his head: “I’m not sure, but if you don’t want to fully demonize, hurry up and go.”
Femon was about to leave, but suddenly seemed to remember something, his expression serious: “Oh, right, do you know there’s a rumor circulating now?”
“What rumor?” Su Sheng was startled, subconsciously looking at Femon.
Femon said, “People are discussing a ‘Three-Day Pact.’ The content of the phrase is…”
Pausing, Femon slowly recited: “The King of the Abyss is not dead. Everyone will be annihilated under the first ray of sunlight on the third day.”
Su Sheng immediately clenched his staff until his knuckles turned white, a cold glint appearing in his eyes. He slowly said, “This is a conspiracy… What is the public’s reaction? Do you know the source of this phrase?”
Femon hesitated: “Most people believe it. As for the source, I’ve already sent people to investigate.”
After a moment of silence, Su Sheng took a deep breath: “Good, I understand. You go first.”
“Then I’m going. You must protect yourself.” Femon didn’t delay further, patting Su Sheng’s hand three times—their childhood signal for gathering. His lower body had already transformed into hooves, allowing him to run extremely fast.
No curse cast upon the human body is impervious to potions. Su Sheng used teleportation magic to reach the alchemy room, washed his hands, and sat at the table covered with glass bottles, beginning to mix ingredients.
For the sake of the Kingdom’s citizens, he was determined to concoct the necessary potion.
Meanwhile, a gigantic eye opened in the sky. Its black pupil seemed to contain all evil. The direction this eye stared was precisely where Su Sheng was located.
Su Sheng, currently bowed over, was testing the toxicity of a newly mixed potion. When blood flowed out as he cut himself with a knife, the pupil in the sky suddenly contracted.
In The Abyss, upon a throne adorned with gold, silver, and jewels, a pair of demon wings slowly unfolded. The handsome man with a pair of demon horns on his head opened his eyes. As his features relaxed, a look of contempt inadvertently emerged.
“The one who killed my walking incarnation in the mortal realm, is he the new Saint Son?”
“He is nothing more than an ant.”