The Way of a Demon Lord

"How have you been, little sister?" A strong looking young man stepped out of the darkness. He scanned through her entire body with his silver eyes.

"El… elder brother." Her whole body stiffened. She subconsciously took a step back.

But before she could take another step, a pressure locked onto her body- rendering her unable to move an inch. There was no way a non circler like her could stand up against a level 3 circler.

He pushed her to the ground. And sat down, locking both of her legs with his knees.

"Bro… brother! Wha… what are you… doing?" She barely uttered those words. She was terrified.

"Isn't that obvious?" An evil smile appeared on his face.

*Riiiiip*

He tore her clothes apart, baring out her budding but beautiful smooth breasts.

"Noooooo!" She cried.

"I am playing with my little sister." He used his big hands to fondle her small mounds.

"Noooo!" Tears streamed down her eyes. The pressure was still locked onto her, she could not even squirm under his grasps.

She could only suffer.

*Riip*

One of his hands tore down her skirt along with the panties she was wearing, revealing her clear crotch and pink genital.

He caressed her dry labia for a bit. His eyes were drowned in lust.

"Emilia, O Emilia." He chanted. "From now on, you will be mine and only mine." He pulled down his pants and whipped out his large cock.

Emilia's eyes widened. She almost forgot how to breath. Her brain was subconsciously thinking of a way out. And every calculation led to the one and only way. Even then, the probability of 'surviving' through this was a little more than null. But even this was enough to give her hope.

He used his hands to open up her legs, making her sex completely vulnerable to his shaft. It was coming closer and closer.

She took in a deep breath, and used the entirety of her being and focused it on one point of her body. She even unknowingly used a bit of her life force despite being a non-circler. Even the potential power she had- the wind magic powers of her family embedded in her very genes came into play.

The point was- her throat.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!"

A blood curdling, soul wrenching, high pitched scream bursted out from her mouth. The overwhelming screech resounded through the room.

*Shatter. Shatter. Shatter.*

All the windows and glass products like bottles of wines broke apart.

"Aaaah!"

Blood oozed out from the Prince's ears, prompting him to cover them.

*Cough* *Spurt*

The scream stopped the moment Emilia coughed out a mouthful of blood. Even her eyes were bloodshot. But the silver orbs had dimmed down by a lot.

"Fuck!" The prince got up, pulled up his pants and ran away through one of the windows.

The naked Emilia still lied on the ground. Blood covered her mouth. She was barely breathing and her eyes dimmed down with every one of those breaths.

A minute later.

*Bam!*

A part of the wall was smashed off. An old man with reddish silver eyes and silver hair stepped in through the hole. The barely alive body of his granddaughter came into his view.

"Emilia!" His deep voice resounded through the room. This voice alone was enough to give her a reason to not let go of life. She began to hold on.

He rushed towards her. His coat was already taken off. He wrapped the barely conscious girl with his big and warm coat. She was breathing but her eyes- they were dead. His eyes turned bloodshot as he scanned through the room. But there were no lingering signs. The one who did this came in prepared.

He took the wrapped girl in his arms and took her to safety.

Minutes later-

"She is in a coma." A middle aged man with green hair shook his head. He was the Royal Physician of the Darkshore Kingdom.

The old man frowned. "How long will it take for her to recover?"

"Normally, I would say 'it might take years'. But this girl here…" The physician looked at the girl who was 'peacefully' sleeping. "She is blessed. Her vocal cords were completely destroyed but it's already recovering. She will be able to get up once she can get over the incident… hopefully." He sighed.

"About the incident, was she…" The old man gave the middle aged man a look.

"Thankfully, no." The green haired man shook his head.

The silver haired man heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you. You can leave."

"I will come to check up everyday." The doctor bowed and left.

"Number 3." The silver eyes of the man turned serious.

"Yes, your Majesty." A woman wearing a black mask came out of thin air, and knelt behind the man.

"Guard her. Don't let any man come alone into this room- not even Aristion and Sebastian, got it? And keep an eye on the physician once he comes in."

"Obliged." The woman nodded.

A few days later, a middle aged man came into her room when the doctor was checking her. He had silver eyes with a tint of red.

"She will be awake before she turns 20, right?" He asked. "I can't send a half dead bride to the Darkhearts, can I?"

Emilia, who was lying on the bed with her eyes open, could hear every single one of the words clearly.

The next day, a woman visited. She had brown hair and brown eyes. She was glamorous, just like the crown she was wearing.

"Emilia, O Emilia." She shook her head as if she was sad, but her mocking voice belied it all. "That's the punishment you get for being unfilial."

She circled around the bed. "I am the Queen of this country. The most beautiful of them all. I should be in the praises of the crowd…" She looked into the dead still eyes of Emilia. "Not you!

"I brought you to this world so that you could do this to me? How dare you still my spotlight, you unfilial bitch!" She bellowed. "Just stay on this bed forever, just like the crippled little slut you are." She gave her one last glance, and left.

A tear escaped the dimming silver eyes of Emilia. And that- was the last tear of sorrow she had ever shed.