The time for maneuvering was over. No more whispers in the dark, no more gradual empire-building. Tonight, the Demon Capital would fall.
I gathered my commanders in the war council chamber: Sylvia, Wolbach, Wiz, Darkness, Aqua, Megumin, Yunyun, Luna, Eris, and Serena. The map of the Demon King's domain lay stretched before us, covered in carved figurines representing generals and armies.
"Our objectives are simple," I said, my voice steady. "One: eliminate Hans and White Coat, the only generals still defying our plan. With them gone, the barrier around the Demon King will weaken to its lowest point. Two: capture the Demon Princess alive—necessary to ensure a smooth transfer of power. Three: once they're neutralized, we activate our own barrier and strike down the Demon King himself. Blitzkrieg—swift, overwhelming, merciless. When the sun rises, there will be no Demon King. Only me."
Wolbach leaned forward, her crimson eyes gleaming. "Efficient. Cruel. I approve."
Sylvia bowed her head, her silver hair brushing her shoulders. "Your will is mine, my lord."
Even Aqua, usually a useless drunk, sat straighter, tension sharpening her blue eyes. "This… this feels real. Like the end of a saga."
"It is," I replied. "Now let's write the ending."
The Blitzkrieg Begins
The night sky tore open as teleport markers flared. Armies of Crimson Demons, human mercenaries, and defected demon troops poured into the capital's outskirts.
Hans, the slime general, was the first to respond. His massive gelatinous form surged from the swamp trenches, roaring in grotesque gurgles. "Ethan Cross! You dare invade my domain! I'll dissolve you where you stand!"
"Wrong," I said calmly. "You'll dissolve here."
Sylvia stepped forward, her new body radiant with confidence. "Hans, remember me?"
Hans sneered. "Traitor."
The battle was swift. Sylvia's whips of flame kept him corralled while Wiz unleashed freezing torrents. Wolbach's shadowfire surged, binding his core. I finished it with a single strike—driving my spear, humming with talismanic energy, straight into the nucleus. Hans shrieked as his form collapsed into steaming puddles.
"One down," I said, wiping slime from my boots.
Farther north, the snowy mountains exploded with fire as Megumin and the Crimson Demons unleashed their combined spells. White Coat's vaunted sorcery tried to counter, but wave after wave of theatrical, overblown magic buried him. His screams vanished beneath the firestorm. When the smoke cleared, nothing remained but ash.
"Notify Lord Ethan!" a Crimson Demon shouted as a magic flare streaked across the sky above the capital.
"Two down," I muttered. "Time to bag me a princess."
The Demon Princess
The palace loomed ahead, its obsidian towers glowing with infernal light. At its center waited the Demon Princess.
We breached the throne room, and there she stood: tall and stunning, silver hair cascading down her back, bright yellow eyes defiant yet fearful. Horns curved elegantly from her head, wings tucked neatly against her back. Her beauty was unearthly, her aura commanding.
"You dare invade my home?" she demanded, her voice trembling but proud. "Who are you to defile the capital of my father?"
I stepped forward. "Ethan Cross. The man who will end your father's reign. But you, Princess… I will not kill. You'll stand by me as my fiancée. Together, we'll build a new realm."
Her lips parted, shock flickering across her features. "Fiancée…?"
"You'll understand soon enough," I said, signaling the others. Sylvia and Wolbach flanked her, restraining her without violence.
"Goal two complete," I said. "Now for the last."
The Demon King
The throne chamber shook as a suffocating presence surged through it. Darkness itself gathered into a colossal figure: the Demon King. His horns twisted like blades, his crimson armor glowed with molten veins, and his aura pressed down like iron chains.
"So," he rumbled, his voice like an earthquake. "You've slain my generals, stolen my daughter, and stand in my halls. You think yourself worthy to face me?"
"I don't think," I said, stepping forward, spear in hand. "I know."
The barrier activated. Sylvia, Wolbach, Wiz, and the Crimson Demons poured their energy into it, sealing the castle in a dome of impenetrable magic. No one in. No one out.
The duel began.
The Final Battle
The Demon King moved with shocking speed, his blade cleaving the air in streaks of red fire. I met each blow with my spear, sparks erupting. My talismans hummed, cycling vitality and stamina, keeping me at full power.
His curses lashed out, black chains snapping toward me. I countered with the spear, bursting free with enhanced speed. His flames scorched the walls; I absorbed them into talismans and hurled them back.
"You fight well," he growled. "But you are no god."
"No," I snarled, eyes blazing. "I'm better."
With renewed speed, I spun my spear, slamming the butt end into the side of his face. The air cracked as the sound barrier broke, again and again, until a sickening crack sounded. He flew through several stone pillars, crashing into the corner, limbs twitching, eyes unfocused from a severe concussion.
I stalked toward him, unleashing four lightning-fast thrusts into his limbs, robbing him of movement. Hauling him up by the neck, I dragged his battered form onto the balcony. Beyond the barrier, the capital's citizens stared in awe and horror at the sight of their king held aloft like slaughtered prey.
"I am Ethan Cross!" I roared, amplifying my voice with magic. "Your king is defeated and your princess captured! From this day forward, you are subjects of the Cross Empire. Obey, and you shall know prosperity and abundance like never before. But disobey—betray me—and this will be your fate."
With inhuman strength, I hurled the Demon King's body into the air until it was just a speck. Channeling the Dragon Talisman, I detonated an explosion spell so massive it lit the world as bright as day.
The blast consumed his body in a storm of light and fire as a strange silence descended on the capital as if magic, a strange calm lasting several seconds descended before the pulse of the explosion whipped forth kicking up winds that howled across the city as citizens clung to walls and posts, shielding their eyes from the spectacle. Somewhere in the distance, a certain wizard lost herself in ecstasy at the sheer majesty of the explosion as her panties were soaked losing strength in her legs as she fell to her knees. The scene reminding me of the explosion scene in Oppenheimer.
When the light faded, the Demon King's body fractured into crimson sparks.
Before his soul could pass on, I drew out a Soul Shard from the Elder Scrolls world. The fragment pulsed with hunger. His essence spilled forth, and I captured it—his soul screaming as it was sucked inside.
Silence fell. The Demon King was dead.
I raised the shard. "Your body is gone. Your rule is ended. But your soul lives. Someday, I may give you a body again—with a seal to ensure loyalty. Until then, you're mine. A bargaining chip."
The capital, pacified by terror and awe, bent without resistance. None dared rebel after such a display.
Aftermath
Meeting the Demon Princess Cassandra in a secluded room, I wanted to formalize my plans with her. As she was brought in, the Demon Princess collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face. I knelt beside her. "Your father isn't truly gone, Cassandra. I'll bring him back when the time is right. In the meantime, I'll be a good husband. You'll see."
She looked up at me, her trembling eyes doubtful. "How do I know you speak the truth?"
Lifting the soul stone, the aura of the defeated Demon King leaked through as the stone pulsed in the presence of the Demon Princess.
She gasped, "Father!"
Storing the stone back in my inventory, I told her, "I do not wish to harm you, one of my future wives, but I also need to ensure you work with me to transform this land and cement me as its ruler. Will you stand by me and help me rule?" I asked, reaching out a hand, palm up.
Ever so hesitantly, she placed her hand in mine as she sighed. "If you had truly killed my father, I would never have gone along with you and would have even tried to kill you in your sleep. However, being the Demon King's daughter, I can respect your ruthlessness in dealing with me. You will be a powerful husband and will be able to seed me with the most powerful heir the Demon Kingdom has ever seen. I shall be one of your wives… I swear it."
I stood there, shocked for a second, before a grin took its place on my face. "I'm surprised you agreed so easily… I was expecting more anger and resistance, to be honest."
Cassandra gave me a sultry smile. "I am not one of those pampered human princesses. I am a daughter of the Demon King. I was raised in a kingdom that respects personal power and practicality. As long as you keep your promise to resurrect my father, I shall bear no grudge. The strongest always rules in this kingdom; it is tradition," she said as she provocatively pressed her breasts against me, licking her lips.
Whether this stemmed from wanting to prove her loyalty or real admiration for the strength demonkind inherently valued, I wasn't going to take it for granted. I smiled back at her. "Well then, we'd better work on bearing me one of those heirs," I teased as I slipped one of the shoulder straps of her dress to the side, pressing her lips to mine as I felt the side of her face, admiring her exotic beauty.
WARNING: +18 SCENE HERE
As she slipped the other shoulder strap out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor, I admired her silver hair billowing down her back as she met my eyes with her own, which glowed mildly yellow. Her curved horns glistened in the torchlight. Her skin looked as soft as silk and glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Nervously, she walked toward the bed, lying on it as she spread her legs, reaching her hands down to her petals, spreading them with her fingers to reveal her pristine pink insides.
"My untouched body is all yours, Lord Husband," she purred, doing her best to turn me on despite her inexperience. I had to admit, it was working.
Walking toward her, magically storing my clothes in my inventory, I crawled atop her as I kissed her deeply. Slowly kissing down her mouth, down her stomach, and finally reaching her glistening petals, I inserted my tongue and finger as she moaned hungrily. Knowing she was a virgin, I worked slowly to get her as wet as possible, moving up to two fingers in preparation for my cock.
When she had orgasmed for the third time, she moaned, "No more, please… I need you inside me. Please give me an heir… plant your seed in my fertile womb." Hesitating no longer, I obliged, sliding the head toward her petals and, after lubricating it with her juices, slowly parting her lower lips. As I pushed through her hymen, she let out an excited whimper. "Yes, I belong to you, my lord… only you. Please mark me inside as your own."
I slowly worked her insides as they gradually grew more accommodating. Her tightness was incredible, her sopping wet hole threatening to strangle my cock. Her pussy was uniquely ridged inside, which I assumed was a trait of demonkind, as it stimulated my cock like never before. Thrusting progressively faster, my mouth never leaving hers, I felt my release coming. To play into her impregnation fetish, I got on my knees on the bed, pressing her legs over her face as I positioned her in a piledriver. "Take it all, my future queen!" I shouted as I released into her, filling her insides as her body spasmed, legs still above her head.
When I pulled out, she kept her legs above her head, having me place a pillow beneath her full butt, gravity keeping my semen inside her tight cunt, unwilling to let even a drop of cum leak out as she hoped to be impregnated. She slowly fell asleep.
As this ended, the door creaked as Wiz, Wolbach, Serena, and even a hopeful Sylvia walked in. "Fuck it," I muttered as the night rang out with moans lasting several hours and ended with me waking up with a certain Wiz and her massive breasts on my chest, the other girls at my sides.
"Well, I think that just about checks all the boxes for the women here," I muttered with a small smirk.
R18+ END Two Weeks Later – Human Reactions
Word spread like wildfire: the Demon King was dead.
Nobles across the human kingdoms schemed. Corrupt lords whispered of assassinations and conspiracies to curb my power. Royalty scrambled, sending envoys, offering alliances, bribery, and marriage proposals. Princesses became bargaining chips, thrust forward by desperate thrones eager to tie themselves to me. One particularly desperate king without a daughter even offered up his son—needless to say, I declined.
The world reeled. And I stood at its center.
Reforms in the Demon Realm
Within weeks, the demon realm began to change. No more arbitrary killings. No more slavery. Courts were established. Schools opened. Anime, manga, and modern culture flooded in, enthralling demons and humans alike.
Cross Pharmaceuticals expanded into the demon capital, becoming the cornerstone of a cultural revolution.
Vanir became Minister of Commerce. Kazuma, smug beyond words, was appointed Minister of State. A talented demon, signed under contract, became Minister of War.
With the affairs of the demon realm in order and my plans solidified, it was about time to wrap things up in this world. What to use the wish for, I thought to myself. The wish was valuable indeed, but the power of the gods in this world was limited, and I had other methods of acquiring wishes. A certain movie with a blue genie and a talking parrot flitted across my thoughts. I smirked to myself. Let's just use my wish on that, then…
Chris later appeared, looking hesitant. Aqua clung nervously to my arm, muttering about not wanting to leave me, afraid she would have to return to the realm of the gods. I reassured her with a squeeze of her hand. "Relax. Nothing in this world can separate us—not if I don't allow it."
Her smile steadied.
Chris's expression turned solemn. "It's time. Whatever your wish, it shall be granted."
I brought Aqua with me. Together, we crossed into the realm of the gods. Golden light stretched endlessly, divine palaces rising like mountains.
As we stood before the throne of the leader of the gods, I activated the Snake Talisman, secretly placing a teleportation marker.
The leader's voice boomed. "Ethan Cross. You stand here a hero. Speak your wish, mortal."
Smirking at Eris, or "Chris," I smiled. "Gladly."
The chamber trembled as I drew in a breath, my wish about to be revealed.