Cursed Immortality

The Great Cosmic Continent of Sagittarius was a land steeped in the essence of death, where the very air pulsed with the foreboding aura of decay and entropy. For any living being, mere survival here was a daunting challenge; only those who had reached the Legendary Rank or mastered the profound Death Law could endure its oppressive environment.

But for the Dark Beings, this place was a haven—a sanctuary that nurtured their existence. The continent's morbid essence resonated with their very nature, making it an ideal stronghold where they thrived far more than in any other Great Cosmic Continent.

Yet, danger and opportunity often walked hand in hand. Sagittarius was a treasure trove of unique and mystical wonders, its landscape dotted with hidden ruins, ancient artifacts, and otherworldly resources. Such riches tempted even the bravest or most reckless of the living, drawing them to risk life and limb in the hopes of fortune and power.

Control over this perilous yet coveted land rested firmly in the hands of three dominant races: The Vampires, the Ghost Race, and the Fiends, also known as Lesser Demons. These three factions reigned supreme, boasting the most Legendary Kings among the Dark Beings. Any lesser races without such power were relegated to servitude and forced to bow before their might.

Among these factions, the Fiend Race carved out their territory within the ominously named Evil Domain.

The Evil Domain stretched like a festering wound across the Great Cosmic Continent of Sagittarius, an expanse steeped in malevolence and fear. This vast region pulsed with a sinister energy that seemed to devour light itself.

Twisted, ashen forests dotted the barren plains, while jagged, blackened mountains clawed at the perpetually darkened skies. Rivers of dark ichor—neither water nor blood—snaked across the land, oozing with corrosive power that eroded anything pure.

At its heart stood the Fiends' stronghold, an imposing fortress carved from volcanic stone, radiating a fiery crimson glow as if it were alive. This was the seat of the Fiends' power, a place where despair and domination reigned supreme. Beneath this fortress lay the notorious Infernal Pits, a sprawling network of prisons carved deep into the earth.

The prison was a labyrinthine network of dark corridors illuminated by an eerie, flickering red light that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves.

The air was thick with the scent of brimstone and decay, and distant echoes of torment and suffering reverberated through the stone halls.

Cells lined the walls, their iron bars twisted and rusted, yet still unyielding, trapping within them the broken spirits of prisoners—beings of various races who had been unfortunate enough to fall into the clutches of the Fiends.

These prisoners languished in squalor, their gaunt forms and hollow eyes reflecting the relentless torment of their captors. The corridors were patrolled by hulking, fiendish guards, their grotesque forms bristling with malevolent energy.

However, in a secluded section of the prison, separated by heavy enchanted gates, was a cell that defied the grim reality of the Infernal Pits.

This chamber starkly contrasted to the rest—a space of opulence. The floors were inlaid with polished obsidian tiles that shimmered faintly in the crimson light. A lavish bed adorned with silken sheets and pillows occupied one corner, while a small table laden with exotic fruits and delicacies stood nearby. Intricate carvings of demonic art adorned the walls, giving the room a surreal beauty.

Sitting amid this strange luxury was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Her presence seemed almost ethereal, her radiant beauty out of place in this sinister place.

Her flowing, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes glimmered like twin stars, holding a mixture of defiance and sorrow. Despite her imprisonment, she exuded an air of unshakable dignity as though her very existence was a challenge to her captors.

Yet her eyes were laden with indignation and murderous intent as the darkness grew deep within them.

She muttered, "Just a little more, and I'll be free of this damn place! And then, I'll find that sneaky bastard who sent me here and tortured him for two thousand years as he did to me!"

At this moment, she quickly returned to normal, and thereafter, the heavy, rune-carved door creaked open, and a Fiend stepped into the chamber. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

He was tall and imposing, his frame draped in dark, spiked armor that seemed to meld with his fiery red skin. His horns curled back like a ram's, glistening with an unnatural sheen, while his eyes burned with a cruel amber light. Jagged claws tipped his fingers, and a long, barbed tail swayed menacingly behind him, exuding an aura of dominance and menace.

His voice, deep and guttural, resonated with a mocking edge as he spoke. "O' my dearest, how have you been? I hope you are living well and that you've changed your mind about becoming my bride this time around!"

He stepped closer, the faint clink of his armor echoing through the chamber. Though his expression was one of smug satisfaction, a predatory gleam in his eyes suggested ulterior motives behind his visit.

Alexandra cringed as goosebumps aroused all over her body when she heard those disgusting despite not hearing them for the first time.

But she endured the urge to rip this fiend's mouth and coldly said, "It's been two thousand years, Underwood, since you confined me in this golden cage, but my answer will always be the same, 'Go Fuck Yourself'!"

The fined Underwood burst into wanton laughter instead of getting angry with her as if he found this defiance amusing yet charming at the same time.

"You are the only one who had ever made my infernal heart flutter, and because of your unyielding will, I just couldn't help but like you more and more." He grinned, which was eerie and horrendous, "I'll always be waiting for you no matter how much longer it'll take. One day, you'll come to like this King, and that day will be when you become mine. We'll rule the Legendary Plains together!"

Alexandra's eyes flashed with killing intent as she retorted with disdain, "Your goals are quite grand despite your cowardly attitude. How about you pull these restrictions off and let me cultivate? Within one hundred years, if I don't beat you, I'll be willing to be your bride!"

Underwood shook his head as he chuckled darkly, "I know you are special. You have a very rare physique, and if I let you reach just the legendary lord rank, you'll be able to suppress even legendary kings like me who heavily rely on the soul.

"So, unless you bear my children and prove your loyalty to me, you can only live here, and you know you can't lie to me. So, think about it, alright? I'll always wait for you." Underwood stated before giving Alexandra a heated look and left just like always.

Once the cell was sealed, Alexandra sighed in relief as she dodged this bullet again, but the fury and killing intent in her eyes only grew further.

She then waited for a few hours before she slid her bed, revealing the floor, and placed her hand on the floor, and they began to turn darker.

Alexandra smirked with disdain, "I'm going to use your entire race to fuel my power and take back all the time you stole for me, and only then I'll hunt that bastard down!"