After spending a good time together at the top of the Alchemy Tower, Dyana and he remained seated on the upper platform, sheltered from the wind by the black stone ramparts. The night was clear, and the distant lights of the sorcery tower sparkled like dying embers. He looked at her with a mix of satisfaction and seriousness. Dyana, still breathless, adjusted her dress with a nonchalant gesture while smiling.

"It was nice, wasn’t it?" she murmured while running a hand through her hair. "Up here, you feel almost above all these complications."

He nodded, then his expression became serious. He straightened up and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Dyana, listen to me carefully. It’s time for you to leave this tower. You can’t stay here any longer."

Dyana frowned, surprised. She turned completely toward him.

"Leave the tower? Why now? We just..."

"If Walpurga sees you, she will kill you without hesitation," he explained in a firm but calm voice. "You are Lady of Scarlet Night. Everything you caused in Babylon bears your mark. The deaths, the destructions... She will never forget. And she has the power to hunt you down until you die, even though you are truly powerful... I don’t want to risk that."

Dyana remained silent for a moment. She lowered her eyes toward the city below, recalling the screams of the past nights. Then she raised her head, her gaze hardened.

"And you think running away will solve everything? I’m not the type to hide like a coward. Now that I’ve found you again, I no longer need to run."

"It’s not running away," he replied while gently squeezing her shoulder. "Just listen to me..."

He stood up and took a few steps on the platform, looking at the horizon. Dyana followed him with her eyes, attentive. He continued:

"You still possess your demonic power. The monsters and possessed you created during your attacks are still out there, scattered throughout the kingdom. They wander, uncontrolled, dangerous to everyone. Only you can master them now. Use your power to gather them. Lead them toward the outskirts of the kingdom, far from the big cities, where the lands are wild and sparsely populated."

Dyana crossed her arms, thoughtful. A slow smile appeared on her lips.

"Control them... All of them? Even the wildest ones? That requires a lot of energy, you know."

"I know," he said while turning back to her. "But you are Dyana Mammon. You are capable of it. Gather them gradually, without showing yourself in broad daylight. Lead them east, into the abandoned plains. There, no one will come looking for you right away. You will be able to establish yourself, consolidate your influence."

Dyana stood up in turn and approached him. Their gazes met for a long time.

"And you? What will you do in the meantime?" she asked. "You stay here, in Babylon?"

He sketched a discreet smile.

"I stay to maintain appearances. I will keep an eye on Walpurga and the others. If she starts looking for you, I can delay her investigations. We will stay in contact through the means I showed you. This is not a goodbye, Dyana. It’s just a stage and then we will live together."

She placed a hand on his chest, her gaze intense.

"Very well. I accept. But know that I’m not doing this just to survive. I’m doing it because you asked me to."

They descended the spiral staircase of the tower together. Their footsteps echoed in the silence of the night. Below, in a discreet room, he gave her a detailed map of the secondary roads and areas to avoid. They spent another hour discussing practical details: how to channel her demonic energy without alerting Walpurga, and how to maintain control over the most unstable creatures.

"The possessed are easier to direct than the pure monsters," he explained while pointing to a spot on the map. "Start with them. They retain part of their human consciousness, which makes them more receptive to your orders. Once they are gathered, the others will follow by instinct."

"And if I encounter resistance? Some of these monsters have already tasted free blood. They might refuse to obey me."

"Then you will remind them who created them," he replied without hesitation. "My blood flows in them. Use that. Show no weakness."

The monsters and lesser demons obeyed instinctively those stronger than them except for some rebels or idiots.

The next morning, before dawn, Dyana quietly left the tower. He accompanied her to the edge of the woods bordering the city. They exchanged one last look. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Be careful," he murmured.

"I will be," she replied with a confident smile. "The outskirts will soon become my territory."

"I love you," he added with a slight smile.

Dyana’s gaze became cold: "You’d better, I won’t accept any other woman hanging around you..."

"Haha, of course my duchess..."

Klein sighed in his heart while taking a puff of his cigarette. It was becoming more and more problematic when a milf yandere became obsessed and possessive.

’I wonder where Irene is right now?’

*Months later*

The eastern plains, once peaceful and rarely visited, had completely changed. Rumors now circulated in the kingdom’s taverns: a cursed zone where demonic beasts gathered in organized packs, where the possessed marched like an army. Merchants avoided the eastern road, and even the most daring bounty hunters refused to set foot there.

It was now called the Prairie of Blood.

In the center of this vast expanse of reddish grass stood a fortified camp of black tents and bones. Dyana Mammon reigned there as absolute master. Seated on a throne made of stone and horns, she observed her subjects. Around her, monsters growled softly, held in check by her will. Possessed individuals, their eyes shining with a purple glow, patrolled in silence.

A human lieutenant, once a minor mage corrupted by her power, knelt before her.

"My Lady, a new group of possessed arrived this night. They come from the ruins of Sarchel. There are thirty-seven of them. They ask to see you."

Dyana smiled, satisfied. She made a gesture with her hand and the creatures parted to let the group pass. The newcomers, their gazes empty but filled with instinctive obedience, lined up before her.

"Welcome," she told them in a clear and authoritative voice. "You are home now. I am Dyana Mammon, the one who gave you this new life. Serve me faithfully, and you will have blood, power, and a purpose. Disobey, and you will regret having survived your first death."

The possessed bowed their heads in unison. One of them, more conscious than the others, slightly raised his face.

"We... we have felt your call for weeks, My Lady. It was impossible to resist. What do you want from us?"

Dyana rose slowly, her demonic presence radiating around her.

"I want this prairie to become impregnable. Expand the camp. Train. Kill those who come too close, but do not waste your strength unnecessarily. Soon, we will be strong enough to no longer hide."

She descended from her throne and walked among them, placing a hand on the shoulder of some. Each contact strengthened her hold. The monsters growled with satisfaction, like dogs recognizing their master.

The demonic princess Dyana Mammon now had firepower comparable to the legendary families.