Reinforcements

In the messy room, a man and a woman sat side by side on the edge of the bed, seemingly smoking after-sex cigarettes. Yet there was at least enough space for another person between them, and the atmosphere was unusually cold.

Pale moonlight streamed in through the window, covering them in a faint halo. The cigarette tips flickered like two tiny eyes.

"Stop playing dumb, Satana. Your tricks won't work on me." The man rejected the woman's proposal in a low voice. "You and Daimon's mother were killed by Marduk. You don't trust family at all, so how could you possibly want children?"

The female demon's smile faded. She held out her hand and looked at her long nails.

"That was all in the past. Besides, for demons like us, the word family never existed to begin with. Reproduction is only for exploitation—using our offspring and their power."

Su Ming flicked away some ash, then gently blew the ash off his knee. "You and Daimon are both half-human, half-demon. Constantly insisting that you're a demon doesn't change that fact."

In truth, it went far beyond that. Marduk had treated the siblings like slaves, using them as tools to rule Hell. He tortured and humiliated them in every possible way, hoping to make them darker and darker.

He achieved half his goal. Compared to Mephisto's son, Satana and Daimon were far darker. But those tortures also drove them onto the path of opposing their father, and with the ulterior assistance of several other Hell Lords, they succeeded.

They gained freedom, while the other Hell Lords greatly weakened Marduk's power. It was a win-win situation.

"No matter what, taking on Dracula is beyond my abilities. Killing him a few times isn't hard, but what happens after that? He'll always come back to