Desperate Souls

"Stop!!!!" a woman suddenly screamed.

Hearing the voice, all the Tieflings looked toward the depths of the cell. The Tieflings inside the cage changed expressions even more sharply!

"Don't! Jona!"

"Jona!"

"Jona!"

Amid everyone's cries, a tall, shapely figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the dungeon.

"Zar! I agree!" Along with that flat, emotionless voice, a stunningly beautiful female Tiefling stepped fully out of the shadows.

Hearing that voice, Zar the Tiefling stiffened. Then he slowly turned around and looked at the woman who had once been his goddess and lover.

"Jona..." the middle-aged Tiefling called softly, his expression bleak.

"Father..." The female Tiefling looked at her father on the rack with a complicated expression.

Jona's appearance was exceptionally striking. Unlike many Tieflings who tried their utmost to hide something, Jona's devilish traits were unmistakable. She possessed a dark kind of beauty. Below the knees, her legs resembled those of a goat, ending in cloven hooves. Her ears were long and pointed, like an exaggerated sketch of an elf. A pair of thick, curved horns rose from her head, while a long reptilian tail trailed behind her. Her torso was covered in shell-like plates that offered partial protection.

Yet those unusual features did not diminish her charm in the slightest. On the contrary, beneath her peerless beauty, they gave her an irresistible, decadent allure.

Her eyes were as unusual as her father's. They were not the black, red, or white commonly seen among Tieflings. Her father had a pair of golden eyes that were majestic yet warm. Hers, meanwhile, were silver—a color rarely seen among devils, representing purity.

Tiefling eyes had no pupils, only single-colored spherical eyeballs.

As Zar watched Jona approach the bars, his body involuntarily took a step back. He seemed afraid—or perhaps guilty. But immediately afterward,