It was right at that moment that Veal came to his senses. His eyes flickered with reasoning. He stood slowly, scanning the world around him,
'What happened?' he muttered.
He was no longer on the tree. He was standing between jet-black trees. He was covered in fluid, and for some reason, his penis was hard. But he didn't have to wonder for too long, for the memory of what happened flooded his mind. A second later, his eyes sparkled,
"My advancement to the Crimson Bone rank was successful."
He muttered in an excited tone while opening and clenching his fists. His strength had increased so much that he felt that he could kill his previous self with a single attack.
He noticed that his physical appearance had changed; he was no longer a small meter-tall demon but one that was two meters tall. His body was muscular but sleek, his claws and teeth sharper, his twin tails felt stronger and more flexible. He raised his right hand and touched the little black hair on his head… and then there was that,
'Bloodline possession.'
He glanced at the female demon's remains with curiosity and indifference; he didn't care for her death, and why would he? He closed his eyes; he peeled through a memory that he had awakened, a memory that gave him instructions on activating a portion of his bloodline. He opened his eyes,
"I see, but I will need a secluded place," he muttered. His nose twitched, and his tail circled around. A few seconds later, he shot off left, moving at maximum speed.
Whoosh!
The air whistle around him, a few moments later, he arrived in a clearing before a giant worm-like thing that had its head poking outside of its burrow. It froze in his presence. His tail whipped,
shlick!
As he sliced it in half. He then raised its body parts out of the hole, gazed within, before jumping inside a second later. The corpse, wrapped in his tails, followed him down.
He descended for about twelve meters before reaching the end, where he was greeted by an opening with a circumference of ten meters. He placed the corpse beside him it would be his food when he was hungry. He then sat down. The darkness didn't affect him whatsoever, for his eyes could see in the dark. Plus, there was his tail, which was a natural colorful source of light.
His tails twisted as they formed a web-like barrier, blocking the entrance to the hole, after which he focused, and the lights from his tails vanished.
Now he was in the lone darkness.
He closed his eyes and focused on the lustful blood flowing through his body.
'Let's see.'
There was silence for about an hour before it was shattered by the sound of his blood flow echoing out. It became louder as he dug deeper into its depths.his senses were strong enough for him to perceive the inner workings of his cells.
He dug deeper and deeper.
Till he reached a layer of his cell that was shimmering purple. He could tell that it was the source of his lust, the thing that had taken control of him earlier. He focused on it like the instructions told him. That's when it happened.
A purple-colored mist-like force shot out from it and slammed into his mind. The next moment, his vision shifted, and he appeared in a field of purple flowers. They stretched beyond the horizon, glowing, blowing in the wind, fragrant and unreal. The scent intoxicated him.
And then it appeared.
A figure. A blurry and veiled figure. Only its glowing purple eyes were visible. The instant it appeared, his mind screamed with terror. The figure stood motionless, just staring at him with what he could only describe as maddening obsession.
Yet for some unknown reason he felt a deep connection toward the figure. He opened his mouth to speak, only to discover that no words came out. He tried moving, only to discover that he also could not move.
At that moment, the figure raised its blurry right hand and pointed at him, and a purple light shot from her fingertip and instantly penetrated his mind, along with a mesmerizing voice, sultry and commanding.
It spoke in the ancient tongue, the language of demons, awakened in all those who reach the Crimson Bone rank.
"Wake up!"
Immediately after, his vision shattered. His consciousness slammed back into his body. His eyes opened wide, now glowing purple, and he couldn't help but roar as purple mist exploded from his pores, flooding the tunnel, swirling and writhing like a living storm.
"AAAAAAH!"
He clutched his skull as new information, beyond the size of anything before, crashed into his mind.
Ancient instincts.
Names.
Bloodline truths.
After a few minutes, he rose from the ground, standing in the thick cloud of lust.
Veal's eyes flickered.
'Lustborn.'
He took deep, shuddering breaths.
"Yes… Within me flows the blood of the Lustborns, a race of demons that conquer not through blade or spell, but through desire. Creatures born in the depths of the Abyss, shaped by obsession, fed by lust."
His twin tails shimmered faintly, pulsing with a heat he had not noticed before.
"They do not love. They claim.
They do not rule. They enthrall.
And I… I am one of them."
His eyes narrowed.
'Each painfully beautiful, each a master of corruption,' he paused, then muttered out loud, "But we are not of high race. We are a race that stands in the dead middle of the demon race's totem pole. Can't be considered strong and can't be considered weak either.
still far above the lower-ranked demons. It was because of this middle-rank noble blood flowing within me I gained consciousness and ability to think among the baby demons who are inherently mindless."
His mind returned to the blurry figure, its glowing purple eyes,
"That… was a demon of my blood… most likely a direct ancestor."
Many probabilities flashed across his mind.
He then raised his right hand before him, and with a single thought, the purple mist that enveloped him twisted and condensed into a small sphere that floated above his palm. It pulsed like a beating heart.
"Pheromone Field,"
he whispered, 'An innate gift of my kind. A cloud of lust given form, silent, seductive. It seeps into flesh, dulls thought, and awakens the deepest urges. Those who are at a lower rank than I cannot resist… they will surrender.'