It was a barren but majestically open throne hall, with spiraling pillars holding up the ceiling. No signs of life decorated the hall except for a woman, who was monologuing.

“I, Catherine the II, am the GREATEST Demon King to ever exist! I have eaten Magisters of the Arcane, Emperors of the Natharan and Ichane Legacies, Otherworldly Heroes, Paladins of the Burning Sun, Popes of the Seven Seas, and the entire Guild of the Desecrate Hand! Their taste could not compare to the thousands of supple maidens, with their entrails still flesh, as their screams echoed with their death throes! Not even my brothers, my sisters, my uncles, or even my father were spared! I alone am the GREATEST being to exist on Palanquim! I am the devourer of souls! The eater of kingdoms! The…”

The Demon Queen still kept talking about her gruesome achievements on her throne. I watched as her bodacious body bounced as she gestured in the air. Oh, Nigel, my lord of the world, why do I have to fight such a beauty?

That skin-tight leather… her practically nonexistent black leotard… her big knockers flouted up and around… her round, fluffy butt… her snow-white and thick thighs… her lusciously flowing hair caught my eyes like a net… and her face. It was perfection embodied; she was my goddess, my true love, in the flesh.

She was also Catherine the II, who killed all the powerful humans and demons throughout Palanquim, and ate them. Women. Children. Old. Sick. She ate everyone and everything that moved, and couldn’t be stopped for the past one hundred years.

The only reason why I, Viktor Krombell, Sage of the Silence, came to her castle was because she tried eating Irael, one of the three demigods. Nigel, of course, became scared, so I am supposed to annihilate her off the face of the planet.

But she’s so damn gorgeous! I swore off love ever since Irene broke my heart almost a thousand years ago, but Catherine makes her look like a rock! Screw being a Sage and meditating all alone! My little brother downstairs wants to say hi! I feel him rise up, hardened like a divine rod and putting up a tent in the front of my divine robes.

I ran towards her. She’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine, mine, mine! My hands can’t stop clamping together! Let me touch! Let me have you!

“…I get a thousand sacrifices each day from you puny humans!” she said, still arrogant and condescending. Don’t worry, my love. I’ll make great use of your mouth!

“…Huh!?! Stop right there! I’m warning you!” she yelled. She stood up, her breasts flying in the air. Oh, the things I’ll do to those! Little bro, wait just a little longer!

“… Wha- What’s that? No! Stay away! Stop!” she screamed and pointed at my little brother. Don’t worry baby; little brother isn’t mean… Whoa, don’t pull out sharp things from dimensional pockets, my love. That’s not very nice!~

“HAAAAA!” she shouted and blasted a corrosive blanket of power at me. Her sword, the Viscerator of Sons, was a Godly artifact incapable of being broken. Still, that’s not enough to stop me! Don’t be so reckless, my love! Papa’s coming!

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I launched a Palm of the Enlightened Monkey, and it slapped the sword from her hand, and both landed hundreds of meters deep into the ground with waylaid destruction in its wake.

“How!?! How is this possible! I am the STRONGEST!” she cried and released her full power in her Devourer’s Wrath Blast. The illusory jet snake shined like a mirror. Oh, darling, don’t pretend to be so mad! Big daddy’s here for you! I let out my Quiet Quill fly out of my sleeve. Her power slowed down and then self-destructed.

“I-i-i… Impossible! How can you be so strong!” she teared up, small beads forming at the edges of her twinkling eyes. H-How cute! Oh, my dear, love trumps all! You can’t stop love! I couldn’t contain my smile! No, she must be mine!

I stepped through space and grabbed her arms. She struggled hard and somehow slipped out partly from my grasp. S-soft. So soft! Her fists fired at the speed of sound, holstering an unbelievable martial prowess. Unmatched by the strong attacks which are blurs to my eyes, I was forced to hug her tight to my chest, my heart beating faster than a drum!

“L-lemme go. Bastard! What— What is that thing?!” she screamed. Her legs swung in the air, kicking my shins, and tried their best to worm out and away from me. But she couldn’t escape because she’s my love, after all. I pushed her to the ground and forced her to submit. I released all my power, not even caring for how destroyed time and space became. It seeped into her body, marking it all as mine. Only mine.

“A-Awwu-uu. What are you… What’s this feeling? Stop… I am… the Demon King…” she moaned. Oh, yes, my love. Loosen up so little brother can find a home! I started stripping her. Dear Nigel. Thank you for this delicious meal! I will enjoy it with all my might!

“Uuwwwuuu. No… stop…” she mumbled from her soft, little lips. I ripped my pants off and felt the wind on my little brother. Ah! I’m coming! I flipped her around and held her in my arms. Her chest and mine touched and I stared into her glowing eyes. I inched closer and closer and closer...

“DIE!” screamed someone from behind me. PAIN. It was so much pain! An imbued holy staff burst through Catherine and I, leaving a gaping hole in our chests. We both gasped, trying to breathe. We were one, and we were in pain. Catherine looked like she was breathing her last already.

“Why…” I managed to whisper. I puked blood all over the ground. I flipped off of Catherine’s rapidly cooling body and turned to see the culprit. At the top of the crater, I saw them.

Irene and Nigel. The true gods of this world and they existed as the necessary counterparts to make the world of Palanquim exist. But…

“Why…” I gasped. They both looked at me coldly.

“Viktor. I told you to kill her,” Nigel said, disappointment beaming out of his eyes. Don’t look at me like that!

“Viktor. I told you not to touch my family,” Irene said, her disgust fully burning into my heart.

I just… wanted love. The world was losing its color. The pain lessened as it turned blurry and cold. I hugged Catherine’s body close to me. I wanted… love.

“Are you sure this was the right idea?” Irene asked Nigel.

“Yes, it’s for the best. Both of them were too strong. Especially Viktor. You saw what happened when he went crazy,” Nigel said.

They overlooked the wasteland that used to be the continent of Necrome. So many innocents died today. It would take thousands of years before life could be sustained once again on these lands.

“You do have a point,” Irene groaned. “Fixing fractures in reality used to be so much easier when I was younger…”

“In their next life, I hope they can learn to control themselves,” Nigel sighed.

“Like you can say that for yourself, you old coot. You weren’t supposed to have a son,” Irene chided.

“Yeah, but you weren’t supposed to have children too, Irene,” Nigel quipped. “We both weren’t supposed to.”