As the only true pureblooded demon of the Infernal Realm, the only offspring of two Primogens, Malkam's bloodline allowed him to reach the Legendary G.o.d Rank. But alas, even for him, that was the limit. Without the status of Son of h.e.l.l, he could never take another step on the road of cultivation.
Only two roads lay ahead, rob Talroth or Asmodeus' Primogen Blood, or become a Nephilim. Of course, in the absurd case a Primogen Blood Fruit appeared, a third road could open. Alas, none of these paths were viable.
"Thaaat is *hic* not necessarily accurate. Who knows, perhaps one day you will get tired of your Primogen pet and gift me her blood out of the kindness of your fatherly heart."
Malkam replied with a drunken smile, causing Talroth to arch his eyebrows.
"Some say a son's heart lies with his mother. You have not seen yours in hundreds of thousands of years, but instead of seeking ways to free and restore her, you query her blood. How depressing. If I had a heart, perhaps I'd shed tears for poor Asmodeus."
Talroth sighed and stood up. Malkam, however, appeared undisturbed. If the words had any impact, he didn't show it. Meanwhile, Talroth's eyes looked past his son to lock on the invading demonic legions in the distance, all stemming from Stolas' archduchy. Obviously, they'd prepared teleportation formations to bring their armies right into Stolas' capital and attack from there.
"When even rats dare raise arms against giants, you know that the times of strife have arrived. Good, it is high time I clean the Infernal Realm of its undesirables to pave the way for my Crown Prince."
Talroth declared, and vanished in billowing purple flames, leaving behind Malkam who frowned at the mention of "Crown Prince." Unlike what some could expect, the Crown Prince in Talroth's lips wasn't Malkam, but his youngest child of 258 years ago. If at first, Malkam didn't care for that "half-breed b.a.s.t.a.r.d," when 240 years ago Talroth declared that the day that child ascended to the Infernal Realm, he would abdicate in his favor and take the t.i.tle of Retired King, he couldn't help but care.
None of the demon princes and princesses could understand what went on within Talroth's mind. Especially when one of the "three b.a.s.t.a.r.ds," as they called them, successfully returned, they didn't find anything worth mentioning in that new sister. Low cultivation and lacking experiences. Although she boasted remarkable craftiness, her ambitions surpa.s.sed her abilities. It didn't take long for them to tame her.
