Demonic Pornstar System
Chapter Summary
Kaiden sat with his back to his siblings and his legs hanging over a basin full of dead monsters, and nobody answered his question. The wrathful, oppressive mana signature that the forum poster had described in extremely livid details bloomed outward from his body and pressed against the three people standing behind him, and the ridge got heavier. They stood in the fading light with their brother’s mana pressure still pressing against their chests, and neither of them had spoken since the declar...
Chapter 698: Kaiden’s Promise The wind blew.
Kaiden sat with his back to his siblings and his legs hanging over a basin full of dead monsters, and nobody answered his question.
A long moment passed.
Then Kaiden’s posture shifted.
It was subtle.
His posture straightened, shoulders settling, and the air on the ridge changed in a way that had nothing to do with the wind.
His mana pressure uncoiled.
It rose from him like heat from sun-baked stone, slow and dense, carrying a weight that had nothing to do with tier classifications or level assessments.
The wrathful, oppressive mana signature that the forum poster had described in extremely livid details bloomed outward from his body and pressed against the three people standing behind him, and the ridge got heavier.
When he spoke again, his voice carried the edge of it.
"Times have changed.
" The twins took a step back each.
"I have a family now.
People who looked at me when I had nothing and decided I was worth their time.
People who fight beside me, bleed for me, and love me for exactly who I am.
" His voice hardened further.
"And I cherish every single one of them.
" The mana pressure spiked and the stone beneath his palms cracked, two thin fissures spreading outward from where his hands rested.
He still didn’t turn around.
"So here’s what I need you to understand.
" The words came slow.
Each one placed with the precision of a man who wanted no ambiguity.
"You can mock me.
Call me whatever you want.
Go home and tell father that his embarrassment of a son is still a stain on the Ashborn name.
I don’t care.
I stopped caring about your approval when I packed my bags for that dorm, and I’m not starting again.
" Pause.
"But if any of you touch my girls.
" The mana pressure was no longer subtle.
It pressed against Selena and the twins like the air before a thunderclap, dense enough that breathing required effort.
"If you go near them.
If you use father’s name to threaten them.
If you lift a single finger against the people I love.
" He let the silence fill with it.
"I will end your lives myself, with my own two hands.
" The mana pressure swelled after the words left his mouth, settled into the stone like a fury that had been caged for years, and the ridge groaned beneath it.
Nobody spoke.
Cassian and Calix stood three meters behind their older brother and looked at his back.
The silhouette sitting at the edge of that cliff radiated a dread that made the hair on their arms stand and their mana flinch inward on instinct, the way a flame shrinks from a wind it can’t fight.
The pressure rolling off his shoulders was dense and dark.
It didn’t feel like a person’s mana, but like standing too close to a creature that hunted in places where light didn’t reach.
Their brother’s back looked the same as it always had.
Broad shoulders, relaxed posture, legs swinging over a drop that should have terrified him.
But the thing wearing his shape felt like it could kill them without turning around, and the worst part was that they believed it would.
Selena’s voice broke the silence, and it didn’t waver.
"Are you done?
" Kaiden said nothing.
"Kill us.
" She let the word hang, then cut through it.
"You.
A level fifty-something who needed six others to fight a mid-tier monster wave.
You’re going to kill us.
" The contempt in her voice was surgical.
"Cassian and Calix are higher-leveled than you’ll ever be, and they’re the youngest fighters in father’s inner circle.
I outclass you in every measurable category that exists.
You sit on a ridge and make threats you can’t follow up on.
You think that makes you dangerous?
" The wind blew across the ridge.
Kaiden didn’t respond.
"You’ve always overvalued yourself," Selena said, and the fury had frozen solid.
"That was your problem before you awakened, and it’s your problem now.
You were the boy who couldn’t keep up, and now you’re the man who thinks having some power and money makes him our equal.
" She exhaled.
"It doesn’t.
You’re nothing in comparison to the power and wealth New Dawn wields.
" Kaiden watched the basin.
The amber light was nearly gone.
He had said his piece.
There was nothing left to add to it, and nothing Selena could say that would make him take a word of it back.
"Let’s go," Selena said.
"He’s no longer reasonable.
" The twins didn’t move immediately.
They stood in the fading light with their brother’s mana pressure still pressing against their chests, and neither of them had spoken since the declaration, and neither of them had looked away from his back.
"Now.
" They turned and followed their sister down the ridge.
Their footsteps were steady and quick, the rhythm of people who were leaving because they’d been told to.
The footsteps faded until the mountain swallowed them.
Kaiden sat alone on the ledge.
The sun was setting.
The basin was quiet.
The wind carried nothing but cold air and the faint smell of a battle that was already becoming history.
Throughout the whole conversation, his siblings had never once seen Kaiden’s face.
But if they had, the sight would’ve chilled them.
It was calm.
His eyes were fixed on the horizon.
There was no tremor in his jaw, no tightness around his mouth, no residual emotion from the speech he’d just delivered.
The vulnerability he’d shown them, the memories of dinner tables and glowing eyes and coat racks, all of it was gone.
Packed away, sealed, filed into whatever compartment he kept those things in when they’d served their purpose.
What remained was the Paragon of Sin, son of the Shadow Monarch.
The same stillness.
The same absolute, settled readiness to do violence to the people he’d grown up loving, and feel nothing about it afterward, should they ever make the mistake of giving him a reason.
Vespera Ashborn had walked out of her estate with shadows bleeding from her skin and alarms screaming in her wake, and she hadn’t looked back.
Her son sat on a ridge with a basin full of corpses below his feet, and he didn’t look back either.
The sky turned dark.