Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!-Chapter 50: Funeral For Fathers

Today, Claude had decided to hold a funeral for his father, Theo—or as he was known in Elysium, Theodore the Fake.

He had learned of his father’s story from William.

A man born into a nameless family, Theodore had been anything but ordinary.

By the time he was ten, he had already surpassed the children of Elysium’s Honorable Houses—families that had long served the Lord of Calamity with unwavering loyalty.

His talent drew admiration, but also jealousy.

However, as the years passed, Theodore began to resemble the Lord of Calamity more and more. Whispers spread. Was he truly him?

The Honorable Houses did not stay silent. They summoned Theodore to the throne room, demanding answers.

And there, he had spoken the words that would change everything.

"I am not the Lord of Calamity, but I will bring the Lord into this world."

From that moment on, he became the Fake.

His proclamation rippled through Elysium, dividing the people.

Some dismissed him as a madman. Others—drawn to his charisma and power—slowly began to believe.

They granted him the title of Lord, swearing their allegiance, waiting for the day he and his child would return to Elysium.

For Claude, it was a bizarre story. Even now, there were those who still doubted Theodore and now they doubt Claude too.

William had warned him—if he did nothing, the opposing Houses would rise in rebellion. But Claude wasn’t concerned. Not yet.

Right now, his focus was on the coffin before him. The empty coffin, slowly being lowered into the ground.

The funeral was silent—no sobs, no wails.

Only five people stood around the grave: Claude, his mother, Shawn, Sun, and William. It was a private affair, a final farewell to Theodore the Fake.

Strangely, the funeral rites of this world were much like those on Earth, which brought Claude a sense of familiarity and comfort. At least something reminds him of his past life.

He stood beside his mother, gently rubbing Dalia’s back as she stared at the grave, grief shadowing her expression.

She had never cried over Theo’s death, which had once made Claude question if she had truly loved him.

But as he thought about it again, he realized—she had held back for him. She didn’t want to burden him with more sorrow than he already carried.

One by one, they tossed white chrysanthemums onto the coffin before the grave was sealed.

Claude’s voice was calm as he spoke.

"You’ve finally come home, Theo. The home you always missed and held dear."

He closed his eyes and nodded. "This is the first and last thing I’ll ever do for you… Goodbye, Father."

’And I’m sorry I fucked Dalia.’

A smirk tugged at his lips. He was sure he’d be forgiven. After all, he had already avenged Theo’s death. Taking Dalia was merely a parting gift.

But now, there was someone else he needed to visit.

His other father.

***

Claude had imprisoned Enzo and his family in one of Sun’s secondary domains—a place reshaped after Claude’s three-star evolution.

With Sun’s newfound control, the domain had expanded, filled with diverse terrains and environments.

As he walked toward the cell, Sun followed silently behind him.

’Hm… I forgot to give his daughter food. Oh well, it’ll be fine. That bastard gave me poison when I was five.’

’Not giving her anything is just like mercy.’

With a flick of his fingers, the heavy metal door creaked open.

Inside, Enzo was bound by chains, stripped bare, his body covered in deep lash marks.

His wife, Rene, and their daughter lay curled together, barely awake—though they snapped to attention the moment Claude stepped inside.

A slow smile stretched across his face. "Good morning. Did you all sleep well?"

Sun materialized a chair, and Claude sank into it lazily.

"Claude!"

Enzo thrashed against the chains, the metal rattling as his daughter’s cries filled the cell. Rene tried to soothe her, though panic flickered in her own eyes.

"Let them go! Just kill me—kill me already!"

Enzo’s voice cracked with desperation, though his gaze was clouded with fear.

Claude tilted his head. "Oh? You finally grew a spine."

He chuckled. "But are you sure you want me to let them go? My kingdom is an endless tundra—full of monsters, poison, and things far worse."

His smirk widened. "I’d be happy to release them… but I know you won’t let me, right?"

Enzo’s eyes widened in horror. "W-why are you doing this?! I’m the one at fault—why drag them into it?"

Claude laughed, the sound cold and mocking. "Funny. That’s the same question I used to ask myself—over and over—while I lived under your roof."

He leaned forward. "Did you ever show me mercy? Even when I was on my deathbed?"

Enzo fell silent, his body trembling. He turned to his wife and daughter—both looking at him with tear-streaked faces. Once again, he had failed his family, failed to be a husband, a father, and a man.

His lips quivered. "I’m… I’m sorry… Please, let them go."

Claude rose from his seat, stretching. "Oh, I will. In fact, I’ll even take care of them."

His gaze flicked to Rene. "You. If you want to keep yourself and your child alive, come with me."

Rene stiffened. "What?" She glanced at Enzo, who shook his head violently, eyes wild with panic.

Claude’s smile was razor-sharp. "Or do you want your baby to die of thirst and hunger in your arms?"

Rene’s entire body trembled. She looked down at her daughter—her tiny lips were cracked, her cries weak. The girl was thirsty and starving.

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She couldn’t imagine her baby’s life would end in this prison, she would rather die.

Rene didn’t dare meet Enzo’s eyes as she moved toward Claude, pressing herself against his back.

"NO! RENE!" Enzo roared, his voice raw.

"DO YOU TRUST THIS DEVIL?! DO YOU WANT TO LEAVE ME TO ROT IN THIS HELL?!"

Rene shut her eyes and clutched her daughter closer, blocking out his voice.

Claude chuckled. "Oh, by the way, my mother sends her regards."

A screen flickered into existence, displaying the night Claude had sex with her, destroying her.

The way she had moaned his name, the way she had mocked Enzo for failing to satisfy her in bed.

Enzo’s face was drained of color. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. The horror had stolen his voice.

Claude leaned in, whispering against his ear. "Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of them both."

His voice dropped lower. "Iris is too young, so I won’t touch her. But my subordinate might take a liking to her."

He stepped back, smiling. "I’ll keep you updated on your family. You just have to wait."

Enzo snapped. He screamed, thrashed, pulled so hard against the chains that his wrists bled.

Claude turned, walking away with Rene trailing behind him. Her steps were hesitant, but she did not stop.

His smirk deepened.

’Enzo, I will give you the worst fear known to man.’

’The unknown. The uncertainty, the creeping dread. The agonizing wait. The thing that festers and eats you alive from the inside.’

’A primal terror that drives men insane.’