Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix

Verena sat on an arranged seat while riding Drakkur's most high-level destroyer with her eyes watching the distant fleet from the Demon Empire.

The moment the reinforcements arrived, it seemed like the Demons lost all sense of confidence from the humanoids to the imps used on their smaller battleships. All of them pulled back to a distance just outside cannon fire.

"This is so boring~ why are they all Dickless cuckolds?"

"Young lady, such language..."

"Ah? Now, my mother, Brenda, is scolding me. I am so sad."

Under a black umbrella, she kicked her legs and enjoyed a sweet cocktail.

Verena displayed the difference between the twins by showing how she could enjoy herself anywhere in the world.

"Young lady, what shall we do today? Will we engage them in combat?"

"To be honest, I want to crush them all and appeal to that man. His fierce eyes and the tight grip on my throat, ah~ I've never felt so close to an orgasm before and then suddenly released."

The maid, Brenda, wore a changed maid outfit, now fitted with armour, while holding a long crossbow and bodysuit.

"He is your brother-in-law, you know, my lady?"

"Fufu, isn't that even better? It feels so naughty and like a forbidden love."

Several of the maids in the same custom maid outfit covered their faces with disappointment.#

Though they were happy that Verana no longer lied or pretended to be a whore. These women who spent all their lives with her knew that this cheeky girl was both a little cowardly and still a virgin. But even her mother believed the rumours.

Some of which caused their original rift to form.

Verana, the perfect daughter, compared to Verena, the shadow, an embarrassment.

"Well, your mother is meeting the elders today."

"Eh? What for?" Verana asked curiously, and she couldn't seem to remember why her mother would meet those old, wrinkly women who hated the youthful present females.

"To let you step out of the shadows forever and become known as her daughter."

"Wow, is the world going to end soon?"

"Who knows? Oh, right, perhaps that could have been it. Maybe we should do something."

Verena and Brenda looked at one another, and their lips rose with the same idea.

"Congratulations, our lovely Verena. May you step out of the shadows with pride and that lovely smile we all adore." All the maids spoke in sync with the same words, all coming close to hug the crimson-haired beauty, who seemed to cry as her eyes filled with water while her lower lip began trembling.

"You guys, don't make me cry," Verena muttered as she cried in their arms, hugging them all together.

"Master, the target has changed course. Shall we follow them?"

"Yes, release the drones and gather all data possible."

"If they approach, shoot them down!" Verena shouted, her finger pointing towards them while tears rushed down her cheeks.

Brenda turned to the other maids and could see how proud they were; for so many years, they tried to rescue her from the horrible path her role pushed her down.

Ironically, the man whom her sister loved would become the one to set her free.

"We did it!" She pumped her fists while the others looked relieved.

"Main cannon fire!"

The shout of Verana echoed for a moment before the reverberation of the magic cannons of the Drakkur fleet bombarded the Demon Empire's armada.

"Monsters, monsters, monsters." Verena felt impressed by the pure power of the destroyer, with only one-fourth of the total cannons firing.

Such a scene could only be called a monster in its own right.

"Let's prepare to defend from the returning shots," Verena said happily and moved towards the deck. "I want to see it all, up close and personal."

Brenda nodded her head, and several dozen maids in maid uniforms organised a perimeter around Verena. They all knew her desire for excitement and excessive sexual appetite caused her obsession with her sister's husband. "Forward full speed, RAM THEM! HAHAHAHA!"

However, they would rather see her shine in the light of day while chasing her sister's man to make her a cuckold.

****

"The hidden vampire bitch from Drakkur is attacking the Demon Empire?"

Inside a dark room, a sound rang out as a floating figure hovered over a crystalline floor wearing a dark holy robe with curved swords and a broken skull enveloped by a huge black sun that symbolised the Fallen Sun Cult's Archbishop rank.

Her long, delicate fingertips grasped at the air, creating magical screens

"Could it be that this is a trap? I don't see why they would send their strongest destroyer and a vast fleet. Even allowing that insane slut to appear out of nowhere. Those damn elders would never allow this, and her mother wouldn't vouch for her either. Where are the recent reports on Drakkur?"

The Archbishop shook her head before hiding her pale face beneath the hood.

"Don't tell me..." Her voice rang out before she waved her hand and caused the view on the screens to change into the throne room of Drakkur.

A large purple screen opened up, revealing a familiar woman. Just as the Archbishop thought, it was the current duchess of Drakkur. Yet her face was full of blood, and her eyes glowed with a powerful bloody light.

"Hello there, little Archbishop."

'She can see me!? No, she has seized our communication devices and cameras!?'

"Can't speak? How rude of me~," The Duchess rolled her eyes. "Then I will get to the point."

"Oh no," The Archbishop muttered as her body shook with fear.

There was only one woman that the Archbishop feared, and that was the woman who lived thousands of years ago, the woman who killed their chosen divine son, the Abyss Monarch. Valerie Drakkur!

"The last remnants of your stupid cult were following my daughter's maids and carried a list of the servant who betrayed us. You have done it this time, child."

Valerie spoke while licking the blood on her finger. "Now, as for your punishment... Let's see."

"Please! Your Highness! I was just doing my job! It's not my fault that the head office contacted us!"

"Shut up, you damned brat! I helped you reach that spot. Now you send these flies to watch me and my lovely girls. Haha, do you know from the reports that I, too, am sleeping with that man? Isn't Asura your divine son? Does that make me your saintess now?

His seed lingers in my body?"

'Why is this woman so vulgar and terrifying!?' The Archbishop screamed within her mind.

Valerie smiled at the young woman while standing up the blood covering her dribbling down her chest as she seductively pointed at herself.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice those beautiful women with the stink of men in maid uniforms? None of my maids lust for men. They have long lost that desire, foolish little girl."

"I'm sorry!"

"You should be."

"No, don't!" The Archbishop shouted, but it was too late as Valerie waved her hand and pressed down, causing a pale-skinned woman to scream out in horror as she ripped the heart from the chest of the last surviving cultist.

"This is all the members you had in Drakkur, yes?" Valerie asked before a large scythe created from blood appeared beside her as she bit into the bleeding heart. Her face showed a grimace as she spat it out before wiping her lips to leave a smear on her face.

"Fufu, so bitter. Not even a millionth of the flavour he has." She smiled as her body convulsed.

A sudden figure appeared, almost identical to Valerie, before it morphed into the cute Petra with pink hair and humongous breasts. "Hehe, it's me Petra!"

"This is the last time we meet, Archbishop. Next time you contact the capital, it won't be our king or my lovely Petra you meet, but this bloody scythe that took the life of your last divine son."

"You've played us from the start!?"

The Archbishop was furious, and her body shivered with fury as she gripped the floating skull that surrounded her body. "For thousands of years, we have waited for that useless bastard to return. The chance to become his saintesses is immeasurable."

"I don't care. Asura has already made me his woman twice. Now, even my daughter has become his, rather Drakkur will be his and I will let nobody interfere with him. So back off those attacks on Lyndwrym if you don't stop that retarded Bishop from helping the monsters and Eastern empire. I will come and crush you."

"You?" The Archbishop wanted to laugh, but her eyes caught the smiling Valerie's fangs. 'Vampires are not to be underestimated. No wonder the cult couldn't get closer to her.

"Dear Leticia, Archbishop of Stage Nine. You might have overtaken me, but forgive me. Today I returned to my peak! All thanks to his essence and love!"

The Archbishop frowned and couldn't help but tremble at her memories of that powerful vampire that crushed her entire church and coven before using her as an informant inside the cult.

"How many wives does that man have?" Leticia shouted and lost control. Her long, white hair turned golden, her pale skin burned with dark flames, and her eyes became embers.

"DAMN YOU!"

Leticia couldn't do anything, only fling her anger on the walls because moving would cause an enormous change in the balance of the four different wishes of the church.

"Bitch, he belongs to me and my daughters. So you better let those fanatical morons know!"

Before any threats could happen, Leticia closed the communication and smashed the thin glass panel against the wall, her body burning with an enormous heat.

"Damned brats! Drakkur thinks they have the backing of a dragon to go against the church's Elders. I'll make them regret their decision! Now, where is that rat bastard? How dare his stupid plots cause me to suffer!"

"Phylis! Contact the Archbishop of the Eastern Sun! His antics have cost the church greatly this time!" Leticia shouted with fury, her voice shaking the walls before all her anger exploded into the sky, covering the cathedral with black clouds and red lightning.

'How did she regain her power? Why did our Divine son accept that woman? I don't understand! Why isn't the Pope answering any of our requests or questions!?'

"NO! Get rid of these fanatics! How can I do that!? Asura is the chosen son of the Fallen Sun, so kill them all! Damn it! How did it come to this!?"

Leticia fell to the ground, crying with tears of blood falling from her cheeks as she smashed her forehead against the marble flooring, screaming and shouting like a lunatic.

"Why is everything falling apart, I just want to sleep and enjoy a quiet life?"

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