All Chapters of The Devil's Lust System: Chapter 111
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The Cursed Attraction
Desmond stepped closer to Eleanor. She wanted to run, but the only way out was the door, and guards stood behind it. And yet, somehow, her legs refused to move away from this dangerous man."Are you afraid of me?" Desmond asked, caging Eleanor by placing a hand on the wall, right beside her head.Eleanor stared into those red eyes. Her heart hammered so hard it was painful. The scent of Desmond’s blood and sweat was strong—masculine and primal—mingling with the aroma of death in the room. It was intoxicating."Yes," Eleanor answered honestly, her voice choked. "You killed him without the slightest hesitation. You... you're a monster.""Good," Desmond smirked. He raised his hand, still trembling from the residual adrenaline, then gently wiped the tears on Eleanor's cheek with his rough thumb.The touch surprised Eleanor. Rough, but warm."A monster is the only one who can save you from other monsters, Eleanor," Desmond whispered,
The Escape and the Royal Promise
“Run, Eleanor! Don’t look back!”Desmond roughly pulled Eleanor’s arm, dragging her through thick, snow-covered undergrowth. The forest outside the village walls was pitch black, lit only by the pale moonlight that occasionally pierced the pine canopy.“I... I can’t go on,” Eleanor gasped, white vapor puffing from her mouth. Her velvet dress, soaked through with snow, was starting to freeze, becoming a heavy burden that pulled her down. “My legs... they’re numb.”“If you stop, you die. It’s that simple,” Desmond hissed without slowing his pace. His sharp ears caught the sound of dogs barking in the distance. Not village dogs, but the Church’s tracking *Mastiffs*. The sound was deep and vicious.“They released the dogs…” Eleanor sobbed, her foot catching on a root. She tumbled face-first into a snowdrift. “Just leave me! You can run faster alone!”Desmond stopped. He turned, staring at the noble girl shivering violently on the ground. The
Cross-Dimensional Contact
"Cough... Cough!"Desmond spat the icy river water from his lungs. He dragged himself onto the slick rocks inside a small cave hidden behind the river flow. The cave was narrow, damp, and dark, but at least it offered shelter from the howling snowstorm outside.He turned, pulling the unconscious Eleanor by the arm. The girl was blue. Her lips trembled violently, her teeth chattering with a worrying *clack-clack* sound."Hey, Noble," Desmond slapped Eleanor’s corpse-cold cheek. "Wake up. Don't die a stupid death here."Eleanor didn't respond. Her eyes were rolled back, her breathing shallow and ragged. Advanced hypothermia."Damn it," Desmond cursed. He was shivering violently himself. His stolen cloak was soaked through, heavy as lead. Without a heat source, they would both be ice statues before morning.*"Sabrun! Heating options?"**"Zero, Boss. Your physical energy was drained by the swim. No dry wood here. Matches haven't been invented in this era. And this lady's body... her tempe
The Witch in the Middle of the Forest
"Smells like weed and dried blood. Interesting interior design choices."Desmond kicked the flimsy wooden door open. In his arms, Eleanor was shivering violently, her skin as pale as a corpse. Her feverish delirium had stopped, replaced by short, shallow breaths that sounded like crumpling paper."Who dares interrupt my nap?"The voice came from the dark corner of the room. It was hoarse, low, and wet.Desmond stepped inside. The hut was warm, filled with purple smoke that smelled sickly sweet. Animal bones hung from the ceiling, clattering against each other in the incoming breeze.A woman rose from a pile of bear skins. She wasn't old and wrinkled like in the fairy tales. She was young, wild, with tangled red hair that hung down to her waist. Her body was wrapped only in thin rags that barely covered her ample curves.Isabella. The Pagan Witch."A man..." Isabella walked closer, her hips swaying with a hypnotic rhythm.
The Trial of Pagan Power
THUD... THUD... THUD...The ground tremors intensified. The sound of the giant machine, The Purifier, echoed through the forest, knocking down distant trees like matchsticks."This way!" Isabella tugged Desmond’s hand, pulling him deeper into the dark heart of the woods. On Desmond’s back, Eleanor was still unconscious, her breathing steady but heavy following the intense healing ritual."You said this place was safe, Witch," Desmond grumbled, leaping over a massive tree root jutting from the frozen ground. "But that scrap heap behind us seems to have GPS.""It tracks sin," Isabella turned, her green eyes glowing in the darkness. "And you, my Lord, are sin walking. But we’re almost there. This place is protected by Old Magic—magic older than the Church itself."They burst through a thicket of thorny bushes and suddenly arrived at a strange clearing.In the middle of the dead pine forest stood a circle of ancient menhir stones. Th
Securing Eleanor's Throne
That night, Blackwood Castle stood starkly atop the rocky hill, blanketed in snow and a deceptive silence. The Baron's standard had been taken down, replaced by the red banners bearing the Church's Sun Cross.At the foot of the castle's south wall, three figures crouched in the shadows of the frozen moat."This way," Eleanor whispered. Her voice no longer trembled from the cold. She pointed to a narrow gap between the foundation stones covered in icy moss. "This is the old kitchen drain. Father sealed it ten years ago, but I know how to open it.""Smells like refuse," Isabella commented, sniffing the air and pulling her fur cloak tighter. "Are you sure this is an entrance fit for a Queen?""A Queen enters any way she pleases," Eleanor retorted coldly. She felt the stone wall, pressing three different stones in sequence. *CLICK.* A stone slab shifted, opening a dark, musty-smelling passage. "And right now, the Queen wants to use the back door to slit the throats of the pigs inside."De
The Arrival of Cardinal Victor
The morning mist in the Blackwood Castle valley was not white. It was metallic gray, reflecting the sheen of thousands of suits of armor besieging the hill.Desmond stood atop the ramparts, gazing down. A cold wind whipped his face, but cold sweat trickled down his back."Sabrun, count the heads.""Paladins: 500 units. Mercenaries: 1,000 units. Archers: 300 units. And one 'False God' level boss who just parked in front of the main gate. Boss, we are outnumbered 100 to 1.""Mathematics doesn't apply in a magic war," Desmond muttered.Beside him, Eleanor stood straight. She wore her father's oversized leather armor, her face still bearing dried bloodstains from the previous night's slaughter. Isabella sat on a stone cannon, her legs swinging casually, but her eyes were alert."They aren't attacking," Eleanor said, her hand gripping the sword hilt. "Why are they silent?""They are waiting for the Grand Lord to descend from
Betrayal Within the Walls
"WATER! GET WATER TO THE WEST WING!"Eleanor’s scream was nearly lost in the roar of the explosions. The ceiling of the castle’s main hall had partially collapsed, dropping burning timber beams. Thick black smoke choked their lungs."It’s useless, Your Majesty!" Isabella coughed, wiping ash from her grimy face. "That’s Holy Fire! Ordinary water won’t put it out. We need sand or blood!""We don’t have sand!" Eleanor retorted in frustration. She looked around. "Where is Desmond?!"Desmond was busy at the main gate. He was holding the giant door bar with his shoulder, feeling the impact of the battering ram from outside.BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!Each impact rattled Desmond’s bones."The defenses are breached!" Desmond yelled. "Isabella! Set up illusions in the corridor! Confuse them when they enter!"But there was no answer.Desmond turned his head. He saw a sight that made his blood boil.Near the gear
Confronting the Paladin
"Surrender to the Light, or perish in the Darkness."ZING!The greatsword in Sir Kian’s hand swung horizontally. The blade didn't just cleave the air; it incinerated the surrounding oxygen. A blinding white light left a searing trail on Desmond’s retina."Damn it, the glare!" Desmond leaped backward, rolling over the debris of the shattered dining table. The edge of his cloak was grazed slightly and instantly charred to ash."You are fast for a cursed creature," Kian stepped forward. His silver armor didn't clank; instead, it emitted the subtle hum of a holy spell. Each step he took instantly extinguished the burning wooden floor, as if the fire feared the Paladin's sanctity."And you are slow for a hero," Desmond rose, his breath ragged. He was unarmed. The scavenged sword he'd been using had shattered blocking Kian's first attack. "Sabrun! Analyze weaknesses!""Negative, Boss! That armor is 'Full Plate Armor' blessed directly b
Occult Healing
"Lay him down there! Hurry!"Eleanor’s voice sounded panicked, shattering the silence in the north tower’s pinnacle room—the only part of the castle that hadn’t burned because it was built of solid stone.Isabella and Eleanor supported Desmond’s heavy body. The man was barely conscious. The burns on his palms from blocking Kian’s holy sword had spread, creating black tracks that crept up his arms like poison.THUD.They lowered Desmond onto a pile of thick fur rugs."He’s burning up," Eleanor touched Desmond’s forehead, then snatched her hand back in surprise. "It’s like touching a furnace.""That’s Holy Poison," Isabella knelt on the other side, roughly tearing away the remnants of Desmond’s armor and tunic, exposing the man’s broad chest to the tower’s cold air. "Kian’s energy is corrupting his Demonic tissue. If left untreated, his heart will stop within the hour.""Do something, Witch!" Eleanor commanded, her tone re