Damon walked through the gates of the forbidden palace like a king, flanked by cloaked fox spirits who were clearly terrified of him. One of them carried along the corpse of their deceased comrade to help support his claims.
If this boy is who he claimed to be, then the Dark Ages were bound to return with the return of the Dark Lord.
If he was lying, then Lord Hector wouldn't hesitate to slay him. Regardless, they lost nothing, so they weren't in a hurry to end Damon.
Walking up the hill leading to the forbidden palace, Damon could already sense the erotic energy oozing out of the mighty palace. While others may not notice it, he could perceive an otherworldly aroma that could easily stimulate any man.
This scent makes sexual acts ten times more pleasing, it creates hallucinations that bring out the wildest erotic dreams of its victims. This otherworldly experience was something almost all men hoped for, that's why a little brothel grew into this mighty force that could harass a mighty Duke fearlessly.
"As expected of Valysara. Building something so amazing after my death is no small feat." Damon said openly, making the Fox spirits surrounding him shiver in fear of this child.
The closer they got to the palace, the louder the pleasurable moans and screams got. Even Damon couldn't help but feel his body getting stimulated by the pleasurable sounds he heard.
If this was considered bad, entering the palace was much worse. The stench of sex and immorality filled the entire place, mixed with a strange scent that wasn't necessarily sweet but addictive. This made the entire air within the forbidden palace unique.
The Forbidden Palace was filled with assorted rooms for different purposes. Extremely beautiful women in exposing clothes danced gracefully everywhere Damon looked.
It felt like he had been transported into a new world. If it wasn't for his ancient mind and sell control built in the past few millenniums, Damon would have jumped on the nearest lady around.
To his surprise, the lower floors of the forbidden palace which tested his self-control were only the beginning. In the middle floors were loud moans mixed with pain. The floor energy was a mixture of erotic energy and bloodlust.
"BDSM." Damon frowned as he heard the sounds of whipping.
Human sexual fantasies never cease to amaze him. Creating a safe place where they could explore these fantasies safely was more than enough to win their support.
The middle floor was filled with so many sections for different categories and fantasies. Damon was tempted to go through each section and see just how depraved humans were, but he controlled himself.
A few minutes later they reached the top floor which had higher quality soundproof rooms customized to the taste of the user. Only high-ranking nobles who donated annually both in gold, resources, and soldiers.
Getting past these floors, Damon was taken to the final floor at the very top of the Forbidden Palace. It was a spacious throne room decorated with golden sculptures of beautiful women and men alike.
At the far end of the room was a throne, and behind it was the massive statue of a figure that Damon recognized from his past life.
"Hector." He said confidently as he walked into the room.
Hearing his name, the Lord of the Forbidden Palace, seated on his throne, frowned. Not many knew that name, not even the mighty Duke Hail of the Griffith Empire knew the name.
"We brought the prisoner you requested…" One of the fox spirits that flanked Damon's side said with a respectful bow, but Hector casually waved, causing everyone to turn silent.
"That name you called, how do you know it?" Hector asked with a cold expression.
The survival of this prisoner was dependent on his next words.
"Are you stupid? Or has a millennium of my absence made you unable to recognize your Lord?" Damon snapped furiously as his eyes revealed a dark green flash.
His hand shot to the side like a bullet, grabbing a fox spirit by the head.
"No." She gasped in fear, attempting to retreat, but Damon's grip was firm.
"HAK!" Damon hissed, and the torches scattered around the throne room were engulfed in fierce green flames.
The other fox spirits around quickly retreated, distancing themselves from Damon as their comrade cried out in pain while her body decayed rapidly.
Hector watched with his eyes wide open as the girl was completely reduced to ashes after ten minutes under Damon's grip. Another fox spirit timidly stepped forward and dropped the corpse of her comrade, who was Damon's first victim tonight.
"Only one man could draw out the power in that word, which represented the power of death." Hector grimaced as he rose to his feet, his old human body twisting and turning in horrifying ways as he returned to his true form.
Thud!
The ground trembled heavily as Hector's size increased until he was over seven feet tall. His robes had changed to black and red sleeveless robes, which revealed his muscular arms adorned with several fox tribal tattoos.
Hector had a pair of three-inch horns and his skin and a light shade of red to it. By the time he was done transforming, he was standing over Damon with his hulking and intimidating figure.
In his presence, Damon was unfazed and confident.