He Who Vowed To Create | A Demon Harem !full!

Lysandra smiled, revealing rows of serrated teeth. "I enjoy poetry. And red wine. Very well, mortal. But if the wine is cheap, I will eat your liver."

"Sit down, Malos," Kaelen said, pouring a fourth cup of tea. "I was just about to read from The Tragedies of the Dark Sun . It’s a bit drafty here, and I could use a demon of shadows to block the cracks in the window frames. You’d be the perfect fit."

Vorkath drew his flaming sword. Lysandra shifted into her combat form, talons extended. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. he who vowed to create a demon harem

Malos looked at Vorkath. The giant demon grunted. "He makes a decent stew. And he fixed my knee pain with a warming charm."

Malos stared at the tea. The steam rose in the cold air. For the first time in his eternal life, the demon wasn't feared, nor was he the one doing the fearing. He was simply... invited. Lysandra smiled, revealing rows of serrated teeth

Kaelen sat in an armchair, fast asleep with a book on his chest.

"I vow," Kaelen shouted to the howling wind, raising his free hand to the obsidian gates, "to create a demon harem! A collective of the most exquisite, terrifying, and powerful entities in the nine hells! And I shall not rest until my manor is filled with dark majesty!" Very well, mortal

The man's relationships with his demons are complex and multifaceted. Some serve him out of fear, while others may harbor a twisted sense of loyalty or even affection. As his harem grows, so does the influence and power he wields.

"Fair enough," Kaelen smiled.

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As the man continues on his journey, the world watches with bated breath. Will he succeed in creating a formidable demon harem, or will his ambition prove to be his downfall?