Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix

Meanwhile, a group of women observed the southern town recently liberated by the royal academy knights from a cliff.

"Lady Freyja, the awakening of a Devil confirmed. The class is Monarch. But results show the subject hasn't quite reached that level of power." A woman's cold voice, almost inanimate, sent a report to the tallest woman sitting on a large rock with her gaze fixated on a single spot away from the town. "No, the results aren't definite. Only the Monarch lineage is, but..."

Freyja didn't respond. Her eyes narrowed into thin slits showing a slight golden light as she watched the medical tent without movement.

"The knights are currently treating the subject. However, his female companions will continue his care. We have observed irregularities in all of them, and most have a physical connection with the subject."

"I see." Freyja's voice was both beautiful and fearsome, capable of attracting others or freezing them with fear.

"Regarding the knights of the Holy Kingdom, Romantica, I suggest we dispose of them now while they are vulnerable. It seems the cult has burrowed further into their kingdom than we expected," the woman reported in the same monotone.

"No, do nothing," Freyja refused without turning her head. "Tell them to withdraw."

"Lady Freyja?" For the first time, the woman speaking showed emotions in her voice, causing Freyja's eyes to twitch slightly.

"Alpha, your existence and reason for existence. What is it for?"

"... To protect and serve my future king, Asura Fenix." The answer was immediate and filled with determination.

"Very well." Freyja nodded satisfactorily. "Your future king has just awakened and is on the verge of surpassing the peak of his former species, but he is not yet a Monarch. The enemy seems to have changed their plans and wishes to dispose of him."

"What is your order, Lady Freyja?" The emotion disappeared from her voice once again.

"Nothing for now," Freyja said. "You are to observe the boy. Nothing more. But if the cultists plot another trick like this. One that would put his women or family in trouble. I order all of you to sneak in and cripple the enemy's power to be one stage above him."

"Not destroy them, but make them weaker?" A second female asked—unlike the black-haired Alpha with short hair, she was blonde with long twin tails.

Freyja turned her head for the first time. Her blue eyes scanned the five beautiful girls before her. Black masks covered the faces and hid all, but Freyja could clearly see through them.

"Yes, I don't want him to grow weak—let him struggle, but don't let the enemy bully him. Your orders are the same. Observe and protect him in secret should things become dangerous. I'm leaving."

With that, Freyja's body vanished—only twinkles of silver, light-like stars remained.

***

Asura's sleep was long and deep.

In this sleep, he saw things, memories of a certain man's life. His visions often seemed blurred, and the memories were mostly empty and incomplete. He could only see fragmented scenes, the landscape, or hear his voice.

But they followed a story.

He saw a young, blonde man with a handsome face and golden eyes with horns. The man seemed to have been born from a human and a strange race. Asura felt familiarity toward that man, and his emotions and memories were real.

Yet the man in his memory was not alone. Two beautiful girls, one with wings of ice and the other with long pointed ears and an ethereal beauty, like a spirit.

His mind followed a long journey of three people, each a different race, who swore to each other never to separate.

However, they did.

The man transformed, his feelings of anguish and hatred turning him into some kind of devil. So he fled to a place called the Abyss and dominated a small part, which became his kingdom, the girl with ice wings at his side.

Yet peace didn't come for him.

Soon, a demon empire declared war against the entire Abyss, and he was the target of their full assault. The battle raged on for a hundred years before the demon emperor abandoned his invasion, but the Devil crushed his armies and killed the emperor.

Peace returned once more, and the man built his paradise, but with each passing day, he grew weary. Despite the ice devil's love, he wanted to find the second woman. He felt wrong about abandoning the Elven woman because she couldn't live in the Abyss.

It was then when the Fairy's whereabouts came to light—her empire imprisoned her for treason.

The Devil sent a small expedition to rescue her, but when he saw her, they had corrupted the fairy, and her brilliance faded.

They broke her spirit, and her body was scarred beyond recovery. She was already at death's door, and the only way to save her was to convert her into a Devil.

This caused the greatest rift between the Abyss Monarch and the Empire because their once beautiful future queen became a dark elf. Her fair skin became a beautiful chocolate colour, while her lovely eyes turned golden like the male.

When they confronted the Abyss Monarch about what he had done, the Empire abandoned her and declared war...

Shortly after this, Asura's dream state crumbled, the scene drifting away while his thoughts seemed to solidify and return.

"Nnn..."

A moan escaped his mouth as his body moved—his eyelids, heavy as lead, slowly opened. His gaze drifted around his surroundings, trying to adapt to the sudden bright light.

His throat became parched, and his lips were dry, cracked open.

The moment his eyes adjusted to the brilliant light, Asura sat up instantly as if returning from the dead, then swung his head from left to right, "Where am I?"

His vision blurred from the movement, but it soon stabilised.

Many women were sleeping in the room, some leaning over his bed and others on a line of chairs.

A blanket covered his body, and his clothes were loose and unbound. His fingers moved, and he realised a tail wrapped around his arm, almost squeezing tightly.

"Xavida?" Asura's voice was dry and hoarse.

To his left, the body of Xavida hid under the quilt, her tail wrapped around his arm, while, as if to compete, Mu Xue lay on his right, her bare breasts pushed against his arm while she slept.

Leaning on his bed beside him was Princess Vela, her eyes with huge black circles around them, and Verana on his other side, her face pale and exhausted.

The two on the chairs were Lorem, whose plump body couldn't help but hang off them, revealing her sensual curves. Lucia, a lot more petite, slept easily on the opposite side of the room.

"What happened?" Asura's head hurt, but he forced himself to remember. "I know that... I was in the former White Rose City. We were attacking the enemy base, which was overrun by a strange monster. "

The more he remembered, the clearer his head became.

His memories suddenly became jumbled.

Asura tried to remember more, but his mind protested in pain.

'The last thing I remember was seeing Akkrum and feeling tired from evolving. Is that what happened?'

He felt he was missing something important but couldn't recall what it was.

'Tired, so tired. Why did my body feel so sore and uncomfortable? But why do I suddenly feel much better than I did in the past? Is it because of my evolution?'

He wasn't sure and instead focused on his wives, who seemed to be here waiting for him to awaken.

"Mm, Asura?" Princess Vela stirred awake, her hand rubbing her eyes as she squinted and looked at him. "You're finally awake."

Asura couldn't help but find her lovely face alluring and leaned over, planting a kiss on her soft lips.

"Thanks for staying by my side." He smiled warmly, which made Vela's heart skip a beat.

"Of course." She blushed while caressing his hair. "You are my husband."

He couldn't move his arms because of the two beauties sleeping while clinging to them. Asura instead kissed Vela's forehead and looked at the others.

"How long have I been out for?"

"Three days," she replied.

"Three days?" Asura felt alarmed and hurried to ask, "What of the enemy army? Have they continued to attack?"

Vela then wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him obsessively while speaking. "No, they are gone. We won! Thanks to you for killing Aldric Cavallio and the monster. The tendrils suddenly became docile and allowed us to conquer the entire village and former city."

Asura relaxed after hearing she was safe and untouched, but his eyebrows furrowed. "Then why do you look so tired?"

"That's because we didn't sleep." She leaned her head against his shoulder.

"The doctors said your body temperature was over ten times the safety level for humans, then you had seizures and called out some strange woman's name while bleeding from strange wounds that appeared on your body; there were hundreds of cuts!"

'Oh... isn't that?'

Asura knew those wounds. They were what Azoth suffered in order to save the Elven princess.

'Azoth, our connection is still there. Stronger than ever, I'm glad.'

"Then you stopped doing anything and went to sleep, and we thought you'd never wake up again because you shed so much blood; we all gave you our blood because the doctor said your blood type was strange and could accept any other for a transfusion. But you did." Vela buried her face in his chest and sobbed.

Asura pulled his arm free from Xavida's tail. Then wrapped his arm around Vela's body and gently stroked her hair. "It's okay now."

"We almost thought you died, and the world became so hopeless and dark... I--" She let out a couple of muffled cries as she spoke.

Overwhelmed by her feelings, Vela hugged him tightly, unwilling to let go. "It's a relief to know that you're okay."

"Asura?"

The lovely princess of dragons raised her head to reveal her crystal-like purple eyes shining at him as her full bosom rubbed against his body. The smooth scales, cooler than her skin, felt refreshing.

"Morning, sleeping beauty." He smiled at her. "I'm sorry for worrying you."

"Mm, Asura." She wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked her tongue against his lips. "You taste like other women, hmph."

"Sorry, but I have many wives," Asura said, pushing her away, but she was stronger and didn't budge. Instead, her scaled arms and legs wrapped around his body, drawing him closer to her as she kissed him, her long tongue easily pushing into his mouth.

"Mm..." Asura could only enjoy her kiss. Her body was surprisingly hotter than the others, while her long reptilian tongue easily probed his entire mouth like a huntress.

Their tongues intertwined for a bit before Asura pulled away. "Enough. The others will wake up if you keep that up."

"Nn." The scaly princess nodded. "I'll go get you some water to drink."

She slipped off the bed, allowing Asura to see a glimpse of her voluptuous breasts, toned abdominal muscles, and plump buttocks covered in silky pink scales.

"Why are you naked?" he asked, but Vela grabbed his face and kissed him, imitating Xavida as if jealous. This caused the dragoness to slap her tail on the floor, pouting.

"It's too hot with clothes." Vela giggled while wiping their saliva from her lips, her voice sweet like a fairy's, before another pair of arms tugged at him from the side.

"Husband, are you okay?" Mu Xue's beautiful blue eyes and slightly different arm caused Asura to flashback to Muru in the dreams; he knew both lives seemed connected and couldn't help himself.

Breaking away from Vela, he grabbed Mu Xue tightly, his hand stroking her arm while almost crushing her body in his powerful grip.

Mu Xue didn't protest and hugged him back.

She was so soft that Asura could not help but indulge in her body. He felt a sense of connection with her as if a voice in his mind was calling for him, whispering in his ear.

"It's all right now." Asura heard it say, "Don't worry—we are fine. This time, it will work out!"

The voice felt warm and comforting, not frightening like the Devils, and made him feel safe.

"Ahh." Mu Xue felt confused at why Asura hugged her so tightly and affectionately but enjoyed the attention and warmth.

Asura didn't know what the future might bring, but the Southern victory only brought him a feeling of warmth and the realisation of how much he loved each of these women.