Ten Lucky Draws: I Became OP - Chapter 352: A Demon’s Nightmare (2)

Chapter 352: A Demon’s Nightmare (2)

“…Sammy?”

The name slipped out like a reflex, a ghost-word she hadn’t spoken in many lifetimes. Yet, as quickly as her shock came… was as quickly as it went.

She stood completely, walking past the woman and man kneeling before her… Completely ignoring the fact that Kaelthyr was standing covered in blood… and somehow made his way into the world of fantasy.

In her eyes…. she only saw the husband that was the only person to truly love her. To truly give her everything without ever asking for anything in return.

“My Sammy!” She said as she clapped her hands and floated towards him. One would think she was having some remorse for her past… or her wrong doings.

But that would be terribly wrong.

“Oh, how I have dreamed of fucking you… until you die for me~” she said as purple hearts formed in her eyes.

[Haha, she’s totally lost her shit.] His system spoke as Kaelthyr watched it all with a cold face.

And as she appeared in front of him and reached for his face…. she froze.

SHK!

Her hand was severed without Kaelthyr even moving… he simply thought and his sword moved.

The limb hit the marble with a wet slap, black ichor arcing neatly through the air.

The Queen stared at the stump—eyes wide, violet hearts flickering like dying embers. Her mouth opened, but no sound escaped.

As she lifted her gaze from the severed hand, Kaelthyr’s disguise unraveled in a slow ripple of shadow.

The middle-aged face vanished in an instant.

His long black hair spilled like midnight, pale skin catching the chandelier’s glow. A black tattoo curved above his left brow, and deep, dark-red eyes met hers—steady, unreadable.

He was no longer just a mortal man from Earth, but the Vampire, the Soul, and the Samsara God of the Ineffable Pantheon.

The Succubus Queen stepped back, her severed stump dripping, her smile wavering.

“Sammy…?”

“Where’s… my Sammy?!”

Even as her aura began to flare, he stayed silent, seeing only the empty shell of the woman he once loved.

He hadn’t come here for reconciliation anyway. What mattered now was wiping the slate clean. Every wrong had to be set right.

And this was nothing more than that… righting a wrong.

The black blade in his hand gave a low, almost tender hum.

Then it struck.

SHK! SHK! SHK!

With three swift, clean slashes, her left wing tore away from her shoulder, the right followed, and her tail was sliced clean at the base.

She dropped to her knees, gasping and choking on a wave of pain her haze-clouded mind couldn’t keep up with.

Kaelthyr stepped forward.

He raised the sword; its tip angled toward the ground.

She gazed up at him, violet eyes wide and pleading, as the haze of desire continued to cloud her thoughts. It was as if visions of the mortal man before her still lingered in her mind.

“Samm…You please… fuck me… just one mor—”

He plunged the blade into her chest.

SHUNK.

It went right through the sternum—tip jutting from her back—dark heart pierced clean.

She drew one sharp, wet gasp.

There were no last words, no dramatic reveal, no tearful apology.

Just a single, choking gurgle.

Kaelthyr pulled the sword free in one fluid motion, and as he fell forward, he lingered over her for a long moment, his expression unchanged.

Though the woman he once loved was long gone, his only regret was that she had been just a mortal caught in a world far too vast for her to comprehend.

As the God of Souls, he saw everything clearly, which was why he decided not to torture her—she had already suffered more than enough.

Being seduced by an Incubus as a mere mortal wasn’t something he could truly blame her for; after all, what were the odds?

Then came her change—openly lustful, which she was only a victim of a curse of desire that would slowly turn her into a mindless, craving monster.

Which all traced back to one woman who believed her to be unworthy: the main wife of the Incubus who began it all.

In that moment, he felt no sense of victory—only a quiet, hollow ache, the kind that comes when you finally lay to rest something that died long ago.

“The least I can do is bury the bastards who brought you into this world, along with you.”

Kaelthyr exhaled slowly, controlled, then turned away without sparing a glance at the two still kneeling naked in pure fear.

They should just be grateful they weren’t demons.

Leaving the domain for the only other Lust Demon stronghold in the Lower Realm, he made sure to do exactly what he promised—clean up. When he was gone, the palace and everything beyond lay silent.

There were no guards, no attendants, no laughter.

Only blood.

—–

The throne room of the Incubus King was a cavern of living decadence—black marble with gold, walls draped in crimson silk, chandeliers of fused bone and crystal dripping slow rivulets of scented oil.

The air hung heavy with musk, incense, and the low, constant thrum of pleasure.

The King reclined on his obsidian throne—broad-shouldered, horns curling back like a crown of midnight.

His robe of shadow lay open, exposing the lean, sculpted chest that had once made entire courts weep with want.

His dark-red eyes were half-lidded in lazy satisfaction.

To his left knelt, his first wife, she slowly licked along the length of his cock with deliberate, worshipful strokes.

To his right sat Meeka—his second wife… a woman that was quite the case.

“Another leaderboard shifted today,” he murmured, voice a low rumble. “And it was that girl again.”

His first wife pulled off with a wet pop, tongue flicking the glistening tip once before she answered.

“Ellyn Eidora,” she purred, voice thick with lust and intrigue. “From some of the younger clan members they heard she is from the lowly Earth Plane of the Ninth Dimension.”

Meeka looked at the projection floating above the table as she looked at the first wife and the Incubus in hidden disgust.

“I must admit… she’s beautiful,” she said. “Beauty and Power… seems perfect.”

The king laughed,

“She’ll replace that whore and become my third wife.” He said, “All my wives needs to be something… exceptional. Someone who can keep up with my strength.”

He went to speak again… but the throne room doors exploded inward.

BOOM!

The black metal gave way like paper.

Through the wreckage stepped a figure—long, blood-matted black hair, pale skin marked by a stark black crescent tattoo above his left eyebrow. His deep, dark-red eyes glimmered faintly under the chandelier’s glow.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Blood slid steadily from his black blade onto the marble.

Everyone in the room froze as they felt as if their souls were being gripped by the grim reaper.

The man was Kaelthyr obviously, and he simply walked forward—boots leaving wet red prints.

If his appearance didn’t give it away, any lust demon lingering outside was already bound for the Abyss, just like the former Succubus domain.

This wasn’t about torture—no, they didn’t deserve that. He’d grant them a quick end… though it wouldn’t truly be the end for them.

Especially not for this Incubus.

His sword flashed once—silent.

SHK!

The first wife’s head left her shoulders before even a heartbeat passed… The body stood for half a heartbeat—wings twitching—then collapsed in a spray of black ichor.

Then… one more step.

The black blade drove upward through the Incubus chest—clean, precise—emerging from the back of his neck.

The King’s eyes widened as Kaelthyr twisted the blade once as he took his soul right out his body, storing it for later.

The Incubus King crumpled dead right on the throne he sat on.

Kaelthyr turned.

Meeka was still seated and in fact she was never frozen to begin with. She was only watching it all with intrigue.

Kaelthyr eyes glowed a bit as he read her soul with a glance.

“A spy with a vendetta, huh?”

He stepped closer—sword lowering…

“A beautiful, untouched one at that.”

Meeka frowned and instinctively stepped away as she got up from her throne.

“And you seem to know a lot…”

Kaelthyr chuckled as his eyes shifted to the information about Ellyn Eidora. Then as if making a mental note he nodded before turning back to Meeka.

“Indeed I do… and I say we are two people with things in common.”

[Oh brother, did that brat make you lustful after evolving you… or is it that passed wife of yours?] His system barked.