In the dark, dimly lit penthouse room of Lucifer, Lovertia, Gracy, and Lucelith had just vanished right in front of Mia, Ruby, Amelia, Veronica, Wisteria, Silva, Isolde, and Selene.
Mia remained frozen, staring blankly in the direction the three shadowborn had disappeared. She had no words left to describe her own situation—she was facing an existential crisis. Not the kind where something was actively trying to kill her. No. This was deeper. She was questioning her very existence against herself.
According to Lucifer and his shadowborn daughters, she was Mia… she was Lucifer's mother… but she was also not Mia. She had Mia's body, but the real Mia was sleeping inside that body while the one awake was just some "Lady"???
What the hell did you mean by that, Lucifer?
Who am I?
Am I Mia, your mother? Or that "Lady" who's taken over your mother's body?
What does any of this even mean?
But right now she couldn't afford to waste time spiraling into that abyss. Her number one enemy—Derek—was here. He was the root cause of the very first emotional wound she had ever inflicted on Lucifer's heart. He was the only reason. He was the one with whom she had insulted Lucifer, stabbed his heart, rubbed salt into it—even if, from her perspective back then, it had been done unknowingly.
She was at fault. And the instigator was this Derek.
She didn't even have the face to look Lucifer in the eye anymore.
How could she face him?
Would she say, "I'm sorry, Lucifer"?
Would she say, "It was my mistake, I'll never do it again"?
Would she say, "Give me whatever punishment you want"?
Would she say, "Lucifer, take this ducal throne back if you think I'm unworthy"?
Would Lucifer believe a single word from her now?
The answer was a resounding **NO**.
Right now, her Lucifer was simply fed up with her.
And it all started the moment Derek pinned her down and fucked her like a breeding sow while Lucifer stood right beside them.
That Derek had called himself her master.
And she had enjoyed every second of it while tearing Lucifer apart from the inside.
While watching his tears fall.
While seeing his fists clench so hard his knuckles turned white.
She had agreed—out loud—that Derek was her master and she was his breeding sow.
Lost in the sick pleasure of humiliation.
Completely unaware that the same Derek and his son Jacob were the ones who had tried to murder her son.
And when she finally learned the truth, she could do nothing about it.
Instead, she sank even deeper into her craving for humiliating sex and lost herself completely in pleasure.
So, in her mind, every single rift between her and Lucifer had one name written across it: **Derek**.
She wanted to peel his skin off with her own hands.
Torture him through all eighteen levels of hell.
The hatred in her heart for him was absolute, molten, bottomless.
Look—her Lucifer still hadn't managed to heal from the memory of her riding Derek in front of the entire village.
Look—her Lucifer no longer believed in her.
Look—her Lucifer had even suggested that if she wanted, she could sever all ties with him and drown herself in her fantasies and fetishes.
Look—her Lucifer, who loved her without any limit, was heartbroken.
What could she do—as a mother, as a wife, as a lover—to calm him down?
Look—the same Lucifer who would kill anyone at the slightest hint of her discomfort…
The same Lucifer who became restless over even the smallest worry she had…
Today he had slapped her.
Today he had refused to acknowledge her as his mother.
Today she felt him abandoning her.
He was pulling away. Creating distance.
And according to her, the main reason was still Derek.
If Derek hadn't humiliated her with exhibitionist sex in front of the entire Evorywood village…
If her fetish and craving for that same humiliation hadn't been amplified to this unbearable level…
Then none of this would have happened.
Now Lucifer wasn't just angry because she kept breaking promises anymore.
That had become a vicious, repeating loop: promise → break → beg forgiveness → break again.
She genuinely didn't want to break them—but her pleasure always overpowered her.
Now Lucifer was also angry because her fantasies had crossed every moral line he held sacred.
Her fetishes were a bottomless pit.
And again—why?
Because Derek had been the one to pull out that twisted, crooked side of her.
So tell Mia one single reason why she shouldn't hate Derek from the very core of her being.
She stared at the spot where the secret room had briefly appeared earlier—now it looked like nothing was ever there.
That room which had surfaced from nowhere had gone back into isolation.
She knew it was some form of space magic.
After staring at the empty corner for a long time, she turned to Amelia and said:
"Amelia… you're a B-rank adventurer, right?"
"Your forte is magic… Go try to open that room. It's really important for my mental health to confront Derek right now."
"Go try and open it."
But Amelia's next words shattered every shred of hope she had left.
"Mom… yes, my forte is magic… but it's water and air magic, not space."
"But yes—if you want help… ask Lucifer's shadow-wives and shadow-daughters. They're all masters of space magic. Even Luci told me their home exists in a different dimension called the Shadoworld."
Mia turned desperately toward Silva and Selene, but both shook their heads.
"Our forte is wind and nature magic… we don't know anything about space magic."
Mia felt like she didn't have even a single minute left to wait.
She walked to the corner herself and began rearranging the vases and copying the hand gestures she had seen Lucelith and Gracy perform.
Nothing happened.
Again and again—nothing.
But sometime later, Lovertia reappeared without a word.
She made the room resurface from the alternate space as if it had never left.
After opening it, she said simply:
"Take your time."
And then she vanished into the shadows once more.
After Lovertia left again, not just Mia but all the women present rushed toward the alternate-space room.
The room had a pure white interior.
From outside, it looked small—barely big enough to be a vanity.
But inside… it was impossibly vast.
Pure white walls. Pure white floor. Everything blindingly white.
The space was enormous… yet some invisible restriction prevented them from going past a certain distance.
And in the far corner… four people were tied with iron chains attached to a towering rod.
Beside them stood two vases—one with water, the other filled with some kind of slop, likely their food.
These four were Derek, Jacob, Maria, and Marina.
Their condition wasn't terrible… they were well-fed.
Like sheep being fattened for slaughter.
Mia stared only at Derek and Jacob, completely ignoring Marina (Derek's wife) and Maria (their daughter).
Her eyes burned with intense, blazing hatred.
But these four… they were sleeping peacefully on the floor, as if they had no worries in the world.
Well, sheep waiting for slaughter have no worries—because they know death is final. Worry or not, it changes nothing.
Mia walked straight to Derek, who was asleep, and delivered a powerful kick straight into his stomach.
Pain exploded through his body. He let out a raw, agonized "Aaahhhh!" and jolted awake.
Along with him, his family members woke up too—the scream was loud and full of pain.
But once the initial pain subsided, Derek looked up and was visibly shocked to see that instead of that monster (Lucifer) and those monstrous girls (the shadowborn), it was now Mia, Amelia, Ruby, Wisteria, Silva, Selene, and two other women standing there.
Seeing Mia, he shot her a teasing, mocking smile and said:
"Oh… hello, Mia… Remember me? I'm Derek.
The same one who fucked your ass and pussy while you submitted to me as your master."
"Really… it's been a long time."
"I really miss your slutty cunt."
"So… how are you all here?"
But before Mia could respond, Jacob spoke up:
"Aah… it's Aunt Mia.
Dad—the same one you claimed… It's always so hot when I remember how she squealed under your dominance.
Well, Aunt… give me a chance too… I can ride you way better than your cuckold husband or your impotent son."
"See, I recently impregnated Mom—she's in her third month now. And Dad impregnated Maria—she's in her first."
"But you… from the look on your face… that impotent son of yours still hasn't managed to give you the pleasure of getting impregnated again."
As the father and son spewed their vile nonsense, Marina and Maria remained silent.
Yes, both of them hated Lucifer—but that didn't extend to Mia.
Mia had been a very good friend to Marina.
Right now she was simply assessing the situation.
A very wise decision.
Because the moment Jacob finished his rambling, his cheek met a thunderous slap.
But it wasn't just one.
It was a chain of slaps.
Mia was in full berserk mode.
*Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap…*
She slapped him until his face swelled grotesquely.
Then she turned her burning gaze toward Derek and asked in a voice trembling with rage:
"Derek… why did you do that?"
Derek asked casually: "Do what?"
Mia: "Why did you deceive me?"
"Why didn't you tell me right away that Lucifer was unconscious because of your son's actions?"
"And then why did you barter potions with me in exchange for public sex?"
"Do you know how much that hurt Lucifer?"
But Derek remained cold. He looked at her and gave a slow, teasing smirk.
"Mia… do you even know why Jacob smashed your son's head?"
"Well, I'm sure you don't—because you were too busy getting your womb impaled by dicks."
"Let me tell you… Actually, my son Jacob liked a girl named Jennie. She liked him too.
But your son also liked her… though that mute little freak never dared confess."
"So one day my son planned a trip to catch fish by the lake. Group members: your son, Jennie, my son, and his three friends."
"So after fishing… time came to rest. Your son didn't take part in any activity except reading his damn book the whole time."
"So everyone ate, and then it was rest time. Jacob started pounding Jennie, and later his friends joined—banging every hole."
"But your son didn't join. Kept reading."
"Time passed. After a while Jacob and one friend were double-penetrating Jennie's pussy—two dicks in the same hole. Another one joined and took her ass. The last one fucked her mouth."
"So obviously, taking that many dicks at once is painful for a young girl… but she enjoyed it. Yes, she cried a bit from pain, but she enjoyed it."
"But your son couldn't stand seeing her tears even for a second."
"So he started trying to stop them."
"Why the hell couldn't he mind his own business?
No—he had to butt in."
"So a small clash turned into a big fight. Hatred grew between them."
"And while Lucifer was busy dealing with Jacob's friends… Jacob took the chance, grabbed a brick that happened to be lying there, and smashed it into his head over and over."
"But even after smashing his skull again and again… that monstrous head didn't split open."
"If it had been anyone else in his place… their head would've been a smashed pulp."
"But he just went unconscious."
"So after some time, the others found his body lying near the shore.
At first they thought he was dead and wanted to throw him in the lake to dispose of him.
But I refused that idea."
"Then, giving you some face, I thought: what's wrong if you find your son dead?
You can always have another… it's not like you don't get fucked regularly.
Luck helps you, and if you get pregnant, another son isn't a problem."
"So we brought his 'dead' body back to you… well, I thought he was dead."
"Then seeing him unconscious… you panicked. You left Beaven who was riding you in front of Christopher, while he was riding Amelia and Sarah was licking his balls."
"So you begged the healers to help him. They tried their best… but dead bodies don't respond."
"So you panicked even more and asked me for full-health potions."
"I was sure he wouldn't wake up… but seeing your naked body at that moment got me aroused. Really wanted to pin you down and plough your ass… but in that condition I wasn't sure you'd let me."
"So I bartered potions with you—but didn't tell you what I wanted in exchange because you were in such a hurry."
"Then… I don't know what magic my potions had, but Lucifer regained consciousness."
"So… bad news for me. Especially for Jacob."
"So as a father, it was my duty to finish my son's unfinished business."
"So I thought… what could be more traumatizing for him than seeing the mother he loves unconditionally get publicly banged and humiliated?"
"Well—a mother who never gave him even a sliver of attention, yet he loved her without limits."
"Aah, the heck… the village library is still packed with dozens of portraits he drew of you there.
He even wrote a whole damn book for you… God grace, I don't remember the name."
"So I took advantage of the situation. Since you were ready to spread your legs for anyone who could fuck you… what problem did I have?
It was actually a positive point for me."
"So after he woke up… I planned revenge on him."
"I asked you to have public sex in the main square of the village where everyone could hear your moans…
and 'let him see how things are done so he can get ready for the fertility ceremony.'"
Derek's voice dripped with pure malice as he continued:
"And you… a sex-crazed nymphomaniac… agreed immediately.
And since Christopher is a cuckold fetish enjoyer, that was heaven for him."
"So I fucked you… claimed you… humiliated you in front of Lucifer… but filled with excitement, you enjoyed every second, ignoring all the pain he was feeling right there."
"But don't worry—I and Jacob enjoyed it fully."
"His expressions—like he was dying inside—were hilarious."
"Then I notched it up a bit more… asking you to beg me, call me master, be my sow, moan like one, etc., etc."
"And you happily cooperated… without a care in the world."
"Well… carnal desires are very unique."
"So yes—our revenge was completed.
I got to fuck you.
You got your satisfaction.
Jacob and I got to watch Lucifer's inner turmoil.
We hit three birds with one stone."
"Well don't be surprised… Christopher already knew everything.
He even said he disliked him and was happy to see him dead.
Whatever he paid in the healing chambers was a small price for his entertainment.
And whatever love he ever showed him was just acting."
"Well he hated him so much that he even fed him poison-mixed dishes twice a week while sweetly coaxing him that you prepared it for him… and that simpleton eagerly consumed it all…
But again—his inhumane endurance. He didn't die. Even Toxara's poisons failed against him."
"Well… I don't know how many poisons Christopher tested on him in your name… maybe more than 6000+."
"He was 18 when he left Evorywood… yes, it was more than that."
"So… yes, I deceived you to complete our revenge on him… and the revenge was successfully completed.
And yes—Marina, being your friend, didn't participate in our plan… but it's not like she didn't know.
So don't expect any explanation from her.
Jacob was her own son… why would she ever go against his wishes?"