And this tiny, newborn boy had never even been held. Not once.
He was swallowed by merciless flame before he ever knew what an embrace felt like.
Tears streamed down my face, covering every inch of it.
Seraphina looked at the charred, motionless body and let a smile play across her lips.
"The little mongrel is finally dead."
The other maidens beamed.
"A mortal's mongrel, tough as leather. Thank heavens Lady Seraphina is so resourceful!"
"Exactly. One look at the brat and you can tell his lowly demon-guard father was just as worthless and disgraceful."
"Congratulations, Lady Seraphina, for ridding the Demon Realm of this stain!"
Bathed in their praise, Seraphina lifted her chin and cast a sidelong glance at my dead child, admiring her handiwork.
Satisfaction spread across her face.
"Don't worry, little bastard. I'll find your bastard father soon enough. Your whole wretched family can reunite in death."
The words had barely left her mouth when thunder split the sky above the Demon Realm. A voice rolled down from the heavens, shaking the air itself:
"What have you done?"
Hundreds of streaks of light plummeted like meteors into the courtyard of the Abyssal Palace.
The Demon Sovereign had arrived.
And with him, hundreds of the most powerful beings across the Six Realms, every one of them invited to witness the birth of the supreme Demon God.
