She is the legacy

Heritage

Eve had never seen a king before, and more importantly, she had never been married either.

Even though the other person's features and eyes were hidden beneath a drooping black hood, Eve couldn't shake the feeling that her gaze was subtly fixed on her. She also sensed the softness of her hands—skin so delicate it could shatter with a breeze, fingers tender and slender, devoid of sharp claws

For some reason, Eve suddenly felt like a kitten with its paws placed in the hands of its owner.

After she had observed enough, Eve finally heard the other person speak: "The king is not here. I am the Magistrate of the Dark Realm, and you may address me as Amon, Queen. This is the Old Domain."

Eve was somewhat dazed, beginning to feel a little foolish. Was this the place where the New Gods imprisoned rebels? Recalling the previous scene, the more Eve thought about it, the more she felt it was some kind of sinister ritual of summoning. Coupled with the magic circle on her body, did that mean Amon brought her here? Amond nodded when faced to Eves confusion.

"Those people," Eve paused, her voice cautious and quiet, afraid of disturbing the terrible creatures that could endanger her life, "so, did you kill them?”

"It was necessary for the ritual," Amon replied coldly, her tone casual as if she had simply done a mundane task.

Eve fell silent, and Amon observed her reaction, poised like a snake ready to ambush a small bird, then asked again if she felt afraid. Eve pursed her lips, murmuring almost to herself, "If fear could help, I would gladly embrace it."

Amon, the Magistrate of the Dark Realm, seemed to hold a high position, and with her strength, deliberately bringing Eve to this place must have had a special purpose, one that only she could fulfill.

"There is only one queen for the king, and that's you," Amon stated. Eve puzzled over this, "But I'm not married."

Amon fell silent, and the air seemed to thicken. Eve felt her heart might leap out of her mouth, but Amon suddenly asked, "Marriage, what is it?"

Eve blinked, and though it was a bit inappropriate, she couldn't help but smile. "You call me queen without even knowing what marriage is." Amon replied that there was no such thing as marriage in the Old Domain.

"Well, marriage isn't just a thing; it's a ceremony. Or a contract," Eve explained, struggling with the cultural gap she encountered right after arriving. "Married couples vow to spend their lives together, sharing their possessions exclusively with each other, both physically and emotionally belonging to each other alone."

"I understand," Amon nodded, offering a concise assessment, "a truly wicked curse."

Eve: ...

"In our realm, only those who are married are legally recognized as spouses," Eve emphasized, "but I am not married, and I don't know your king. How could I possibly be a queen? You've got the wrong person, haven't you?"

Amon shook her head, unmoved by Eve's arguments, her voice remarkably calm. "You bear the mark left by the Demon King. It is the proof of the contract between you and the Demon King, signifying that you belong to him, recognized as his queen."

Eve maintained a composed facade as she asked, "What use is that mark?" Amon replied, "The Demon King can monitor your every move, discern your thoughts, and come to you at any time. The mark enhances your body, keeping it in a state conducive to the pleasure and sustenance of the Demon King. I was able to find the queen because of the power of the mark."

More like a slave with no self-interest than a queen, Eve rolled her eyes internally. This mark was akin to a surveillance device coupled with mind-reading and GPS. Was the Demon King's desire for control this strong? Well, he was a demon after all. But pleasure aside, what did sustenance entail?

Amon's voice remained eerily steady, devoid of any inflection. "The Demon King only has one opportunity in his lifetime to leave his mark. In that regard, it's similar to the marriage you desire."

Eve waved her hand, expressionless. "No, no, no, I think it's entirely different. Your curse is the truly wicked one, for every human being."

She gingerly lifted her hand, tracing her shoulder, searching for where exactly the mark was. Eve had already figured it out; her soft lips drained of color, her once focused and earnest gaze now distant. She seemed to be lost in some kind of memory, her head lowered, slender neck obscured by scattered golden locks, looking almost pitiful.

Amon stared at Eve for a moment, as if she didn't understand what marriage was. She didn't know what pity was either; she simply discerned a subtle sense of vulnerability in Eve at that moment, the newly appointed queen she had summoned, which puzzled Amon.

"The name of the Demon King," Eve suddenly spoke, "I want to know the name of the Demon King."

"The Demon King is the only demon in history to have awakened the bloodline of the Old Gods. His name is the name of the Old Gods, and no one can directly address the name of a god," Amon paused, then informed her, "but in the consciousness projected into the human world, His Majesty is known as Assash."

Eve naturally didn't appear surprised, but she displayed a dumbfounded look of shock. "Assash?" she blinked, whispering softly, "I want to see her."

"The Demon King is dead," Amon stated.

Eve opened her mouth, then nodded belatedly, realizing that Assash was indeed deceased.

"I brought you to the Old Domain because of this matter," Amon said coldly, standing beside Eve, two strands of silver hair slipping from beneath her hood, quietly resting on her chest. "According to the traditions of the Old Domain, as the queen and also one of the Demon King's heirs, you will be chosen by the Demon King's four children to decide whether to inherit."

First, she found out she was unknowingly married, then she inexplicably became a young widow, and now she had four children out of nowhere, becoming a stepmother. Despite her usual composure, Eve couldn't help but feel a bit unhappy: "I thought I was the only queen. Why does he have four children?"

Amon sighed lightly and answered calmly, "The Demon King gave birth to them himself."

Eve: ?!

"All creatures in the Old Domain can reproduce, and the Demon King is no exception. As long as he consumes a favored subject, he can give birth to a child similar to that subject. When the Demon King unified the Old Prison, there weren't enough hands, so he simply birthed offspring he was satisfied with. Their contribution helped the Demon King sweep through the Old Domain," Amon explained, her tone remarkably humble, "though it's only a negligible part, far from the king's power."

Eve couldn't quite hear what Amon was saying anymore; her mind was filled with thoughts of: man-mom, man-mom, man-mom, man-mom, mom-man.

Eve thought of something, covering her mouth to suppress a laugh, but she managed to hold it in. In her impression, Assash had never been sensible, unable even to take care of herself properly. Yet here he was, becoming a father. Eve suppressed her laughter, but she couldn't help but shake with suppressed mirth. She continued, "I have a question. What if I'm not chosen to inherit? Can I be sent back?"

Amon, slightly irritated by Eve's bird-like trembling laughter, uttered coldly, lips meeting to deliver icy words: "Naturally, you'll be sent to accompany the Demon King in his burial."

Eve couldn't muster a laugh anymore. "You must be joking."

"I never joke," Amon stated solemnly, back straight, her black hood covering most of her face but still conveying a sense of satisfaction. Eve attempted a struggle, "Can I apply for a divorce?"

"What is divorce?" Amon inquired.

"It's the dissolution of a marriage, the end of the relationship. After divorce, the two people are no longer spouses. From then on, they go their separate ways and have no further contact with each other until death," Eve demonstrated with her hands clasped together, then separated.

"I see, it's betrayal," Amon nodded knowingly, "Are you planning to betray the Demon King?" The gaze hidden beneath the black hood flickered like a serpent, subtly roaming over Eve's form.

It was certain that if she said the wrong thing, she would undoubtedly die here. Eve could only silently cover her mouth and shake her head.