I play a Evil God in Otome Game

Talon, as he ruthlessly swung his swords, exuded an air of strange artistry. In a single moment, more than four members of the Cult lay bleeding on the ground, while Talon pressed his boot onto the head of one of them with merciless disdain.

The woman screamed in pain, only to die when her head was suddenly crushed. Talon wiped the blood from his swords with a piece of cloth he picked up from the ground, his expression one of boredom. His gaze turned toward the entrance of the Cult's lair.

His investigations had led him to discover an old Cult base where Lucifer had once resided. Though the entire base had been destroyed, for a hunter like Talon, finding his target was a simple matter.

For a long time, he had been following his daughter's scent. Discovering the old Cult site, he entered and, amidst the ruins, found his daughter's corpse.

Talon was so consumed with rage that he lost control, succumbing to a beast-like fury for vengeance. His daughter, Irena, had been reduced to an unrecognizable state beneath the rubble. Her entire body had been destroyed, leaving behind only a severed hand.

Initially, Talon had intended to mourn his daughter, but when he noticed bite marks on the severed hand, he realized what had happened. His daughter had been violated. And it had all been because of a Cult.

Thus, Talon temporarily abandoned his career as a mercenary, devoting himself entirely to vengeance. After tracking the Cult's movements for a long time, he learned they had fled to Drachenreich.

Now, he had discovered their new base. As Talon entered the Cult's lair, he mercilessly killed everyone in his path. His rage consumed him, and memories of his daughter's remains fueled his bloodlust. Your next read awaits at empire

"Where is your Cult Master?!" Talon roared, lifting a young Cult member and demanding an answer. The young man whimpered in terror at Talon's guttural voice.

"Speak! Where?!" Talon grabbed the Cult member by the throat, hoisting him into the air. "Tell me, and I'll make your death painless."

As Talon waited for an answer, he suddenly noticed wetness beneath his feet and grimaced. The Cult member had wet himself in fear. Enraged, Talon snapped his neck with a sickening crack.

The lifeless body dropped like a puppet with its strings cut, and Talon took deep, deliberate breaths to calm himself. "No answers from these filthy cowards."

"So much anger, so much desire for vengeance…"

Hearing a voice behind him, Talon quickly turned and swung his blade in a sharp arc toward Lucifer's throat.

Lucifer blocked the attack with a simple iron sword. As their blades clashed and trembled, Talon narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"

"You may call me an ally," Lucifer replied with a calm indifference. Talon growled and swung his other sword, but Lucifer stepped back, evading the attack.

As Talon advanced with relentless aggression, Lucifer parried with his iron sword. A blade that would normally shatter under Talon's assault held firm in Lucifer's grip.

"This lack of control doesn't suit you, Talon," Lucifer said, attempting to calm him. But Talon ignored him, growling as he tried to kill Lucifer.

For a time, the two engaged in a masterful duel. Talon's sword eventually sliced through the hand holding Lucifer's weapon, surprising and even amusing Lucifer. "As expected of the legendary mercenary. A true master swordsman."

"Just die already," Talon growled, moving in for the kill. But suddenly, Lucifer's severed hand regenerated, and shadows poured from his arms, extending toward Talon.

Talon slashed through some of the shadows, but he couldn't fend them all off and lost his balance. The shadows enveloped his body, forcing him to his knees.

Talon struggled and roared, but it was futile. Lucifer frowned. "Stop and listen to me. I am not your enemy. I'm not a member of the Cult."

"Save your lies for the gods, boy," Talon growled, his voice feral. Lucifer rolled his eyes. "If I were part of the Cult, you'd already be dead. Yet I haven't killed you because I'm not one of them."

Talon paused, his eyes narrowing at Lucifer. "Then who are you? An angel?"

Lucifer smirked, seeing that Talon was willing to listen. "No, no, not an angel. Just a god trying to help."

"That's worse. Now I have more reason to kill you," Talon said, narrowing his eyes. Lucifer wasn't offended; in fact, he admired Talon's resolve. Even in such a situation, he remained defiant. Talon truly was a different breed.

"Like you, I'm hunting the Devil Cult," Lucifer said softly, easing into the conversation. "I may not know your reasons, but we can strike a deal."

"I won't fall for your lies, god."

"Just hear me out," Lucifer said with an exasperated sigh before continuing. "You and I have the same goal: to destroy the Devil Cult. I want your eternal service. In return, I'll grant whatever it is you desire."

Talon hesitated for a moment, then furrowed his brows thoughtfully. He gave Lucifer an evaluating look before speaking. "Continue. I'll hear what you have to say."

"Good," Lucifer replied. "Let me help you find Andras, the Devil Cult's god. I have some... unresolved history with him. And I'll also need your skills."

"Aren't you a god? Why not handle it yourself?" Talon asked with natural suspicion. Lucifer frowned. "A god should act like a god. Do you think I should be involved in everything?"

Talon fell silent, saying nothing more. When he saw Lucifer watching him with interest, he decided to state his condition.

"Find my son, Urein, and I'll offer you my eternal service," Talon said seriously.

Lucifer froze for a moment, then spoke softly. "Your son—he had platinum blond hair, didn't he?"

Talon narrowed his eyes but cautiously nodded. Seeing Talon's confirmation, Lucifer both sighed and smiled.

"It seems I know where your son is."

"What?" Talon said, startled. Impatience crept into his voice when he saw Lucifer's amused expression.

Not wanting to delay, Lucifer answered, "Your son has been with me all along. I've protected him and given him strength."

"So, you manipulated him," Talon said with a sigh. Lucifer met his gaze seriously. "Believe me, I saved him from a depraved pedophile. He willingly joined me. He is now the High Priest of my church."

"High Priest?" Talon muttered, rising slowly as the shadows around him receded. He then asked seriously, "Does he fight with a sword?"

Lucifer was briefly surprised by the question but answered, "Though skilled with a sword, he primarily uses magic."

Talon looked at the ground in disappointment. It seemed his dream of father-son sword training would never come true. Still, he felt proud of his son for being strong enough to become a High Priest.

"If you want, I can take you to him now."

"No need. For now, I want to destroy this Cult," Talon said, his eyes burning with vengeance. Though Lucifer was curious, he said nothing. "Very well, then. Let's discuss plans."

"Yes, let's talk…"

******

"Delilah! Wait!" Delilah ran off, playing with the maids, while Abigail stopped in her tracks.

Watching her sister run ahead, Abigail sighed and knelt down wearily. They had just left school. Delilah, as usual, was full of energy.

Abigail felt truly strange when she thought about recent events. First, she learned that her father was actually a prime minister and the leader of the holy Paladins.

Then they left the country and came to Drachenreich. Suddenly, she became the girl everyone wanted to approach, as if she were a celebrity...

Abigail was truly shocked. What started as a simple Otome game now felt like it had turned into a strategy game. The Empire and the Republic were at war.

She had heard people celebrating in the streets like it was a festival, staying up for two days straight, shouting with fervor.

At first, she was terrified that her father might die in the war, but now, she wasn't as scared. The two Magnus battles had ended in crushing victories for the Empire.

Thanks to countless propaganda pieces about Simon's heroism and the greatness of the Paladins, Abigail saw her father being hailed as a hero.

To some extent, this was something to be proud of, but lately, Abigail had been deeply unhappy. Being the daughter of a hero felt like an achievement in itself.

Her missing grades in class were forgiven, all the kids followed her around, and even the teachers treated her differently.

This might be every person's dream, but for Abigail, who was the reincarnated soul of a 30-year-old woman, it was just too much attention. The constant love letters she received were a whole other problem.

Abigail had rejected them all with sharp words. As a mature woman, she wasn't interested in pedophilia. She still had an eye for men in their 20s and 30s.

Even though life had been exhausting recently, her family's happiness was a source of comfort for Abigail. Especially when she thought of their luxurious apartment, a smile spread across her face.

Compared to their old, shabby home, their new house was exceptional. As Abigail arrived home under the escort of guards, she heard her mother talking with other women in the garden and decided to approach.

"Our Holy Empress has once again shown us women that we are equal to men by defeating the Aurelion misogynists," Jessica, whom Abigail knew as a gentle woman, said enthusiastically. Abigail rolled her eyes.

Another propaganda piece. As a woman from a modern world, Abigail could see many things that others couldn't. While it was propaganda to her, the others didn't see it that way.

"Yes, yes, I also heard that they've been working with demons. How terrifying," said Mrs. Helen with a worried expression. Mrs. Amanda smiled. "Don't worry. Our Empire is stronger than ever. Praise be to the Creator God, for we will prevail."

"Hail the Führer and long live Her Majesty, the Holy Empress!"

The women chuckled gently as they mocked the Republic. Abigail noticed her mother looking slightly nervous and decided to step in. "Hello, ladies. I hope I'm not interrupting?"

"Abigail!"

Bertha smiled like an angel and opened her arms for Abigail to hug her. Although embarrassed, Abigail hugged her mother. Mrs. Helen turned to Abigail. "How are you, Abigail?"

"I'm fine, thank you," Abigail said with a polite smile. Then Bertha looked at Delilah, who was running toward her. Delilah hugged Bertha with an excited grin.

"Mom! I'm going to war! I have to save Dad!"

The women froze as if a cold wind had swept through. Delilah looked at her mother curiously. Bertha stroked her daughter's hair with genuine concern. "Your father doesn't need saving, sweetheart. Who told you that?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Belia told me we're going to lose the war and that the Republic will win. Are we really going to lose?"

"No, sweetheart. Forget about that. Your friend is just joking," Bertha said, worried.

Unlike Bertha, the other women frowned, and Abigail was no exception. When she noticed a maid watching intently from afar, she immediately understood what was happening.

Sighing, Abigail silently wished luck to Delilah's friend Belia and her family. One of the things Abigail had come to understand was the presence of thousands of spies in the country.

The Empress and the government were oppressing those of Aurelion descent or anyone who mixed with them in the Empire. Belia and her family would be investigated and likely sent to concentration camps.

Though saddened, Abigail said nothing about it. After Delilah left with a maid, Bertha smiled. "Let's forget about that. Time for desserts!"

Despite their frowns, the women didn't want to upset Bertha and continued their conversation. Meanwhile, Abigail excused herself and left with a few maids.

Her destination was the Church of Creation. If she had been reincarnated here, she believed it had something to do with the Creator God. She needed answers.

Abigail was certain that the Creator God had brought her to this world. Now, her only choice was to plead for help to find those answers...