Capítulo 2: Oh Brother, If It Isn't This Cuck
The crimson-lit throne room was filled with the heady scent of incense and the muffled moans of pleasure. Veyron leaned back on his obsidian throne, a satisfied smirk on his lips as a beautiful woman—one of his latest conquests—rested against his chest, eyes glazed with the afterglow. He lazily ran his fingers through her hair, ignoring the distant sounds of a struggle echoing from outside the doors.
Boom!
The grand doors to his throne room were kicked open with a resounding crash, sending splinters flying everywhere. Veyron let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes dramatically as five figures burst into the room, weapons drawn and eyes ablaze with righteous fury.
Leading the charge was a tall, broad-shouldered knight with a chiseled jawline and a furious expression. His blonde hair was disheveled, and his armor gleamed with holy light.
"VEYRON! YOU MONSTER!" the knight bellowed, tears streaming down his face. "Return my wife, you vile demon!"
Veyron groaned, tilting his head back with mock exhaustion. "Oh brother... if it isn't this cuck again," he muttered, turning to the beautiful woman draped over his lap. "You'd think he'd get tired of barging in here like this. I mean, come on, it's been what—three times this month already?"
The woman giggled softly, nuzzling closer to him, while Veyron gave the knight a condescending smile.
"Ah, Alistair, my favorite tragic hero," Veyron said, raising a hand in a lazy wave. "How's the wife been treating you? Oh wait, I wouldn't know. She's been with me, hasn't she?" He gave the woman a playful squeeze, causing her to gasp.
Alistair's face turned beet red, and he screamed, "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU MONSTER!"
"Oh, save the theatrics," Veyron sighed. "You're not even the main character of this story, buddy." He turned toward the unseen audience with a grin. "Seriously, folks, at this point, it's just embarrassing, isn't it? You'd think he'd take a hint, but nooo... here he is, still trying to 'avenge his honor' or whatever."
The other four heroes fanned out behind Alistair, each one looking equally enraged. The mage, a petite woman with glasses, pointed her staff at Veyron, while the rogue, archer, and monk clenched their weapons.
"Give our wives back, you demon!" shouted the monk, his voice cracking with desperation.
Veyron's eyes flickered with amusement as he took in the group. "Oh, don't tell me all of you brought your wives to my doorstep too?!" He threw back his head and laughed, the sound echoing through the chamber. "Is it my fault they have better taste? Perhaps if you lads weren't so... lacking in certain areas—" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, earning a chorus of outraged screams.
"Enough talk!" Alistair roared, charging forward with his greatsword raised high. "This ends today, demon!"
Veyron let out a theatrical yawn, gently setting his newest conquest aside. "Alright, alright, let's get this over with. But remember, this is the last time I let you idiots play hero, okay?"
Alistair swung his sword down with a mighty roar, only for Veyron to sidestep it effortlessly. The knight stumbled, and Veyron drove his knee into the man's gut, doubling him over with a wheeze. Before the others could react, Veyron flicked his fingers, sending a wave of dark energy that blasted the rogue and archer into the far wall.
The mage tried to chant a spell, but Veyron appeared behind her in a blur of speed, whispering in her ear, "Sorry, darling, but magic's just not your forte." He lightly tapped her on the back of the neck, and she crumpled to the ground.
"Four down, one to go." Veyron turned to Alistair, who was struggling to get back on his feet. Veyron casually walked over and grabbed the knight by the collar, lifting him off the ground with one hand.
"You heroes never learn, do you?" Veyron taunted, tightening his grip. "This world belongs to me. Your wives belong to me. Hell, even your pathetic dignity belongs to me now."
Alistair's eyes widened as Veyron's demonic aura flared, filling the room with an oppressive, malevolent heat. Just as Veyron was about to deliver the finishing blow, however—
A blinding flash of light filled the throne room, and the air became heavy with divine energy. Veyron was forced to drop Alistair, shielding his eyes as the light coalesced into a stunning, ethereal figure: the Goddess herself.
"Veyron, enough!" Her voice was like a heavenly choir, each word carrying the weight of divine authority. The remaining conscious heroes stared in awe as she descended, her golden wings unfurling behind her.
"Oh, for the love of—you again?" Veyron groaned, throwing his hands up in frustration. He turned to the invisible audience once more. "Great, the party's over, folks. Miss Goody-Two-Shoes has arrived to ruin all my fun."
The Goddess glared at him, her serene face betraying a hint of fury. "Veyron, your time of tyranny ends now. You've brought suffering to countless innocents. This ends today."
Veyron simply smirked. "Oh please, sweetheart, if you had the guts to kill me, you would've done it ages ago." He stepped forward, his grin widening. "But you can't, can you? You need me to keep your pathetic little heroes busy. Without me, they'd have nothing to do but sit around and polish their swords—literally and figuratively."
Her eyes narrowed, and for the first time, Veyron noticed a faint smile on her lips. "You're right, Veyron. I can't kill you. But that doesn't mean I can't get rid of you."
Before he could react, a golden circle of light appeared beneath his feet, the symbols within it glowing with a blinding intensity.
"Wait, what—?!" Veyron's cocky demeanor faltered as the ground beneath him began to crumble. "Hey! You can't do this to me! I'm a god! I AM—"
His screams were cut off as he was sucked into the portal, the last thing he saw being the smug smile of the Goddess.
Back to the Present: Veyron's New Reality
The memory faded, and Veyron found himself back in the rain-soaked field, panting in rage. The system's screen cheerily popped up again:
[Congratulations, Host! You've successfully been exiled from your world! Now, let's begin your new journey with the 'I Only Tame Hot Demi-Humans' System!]
"Shut the hell up!" Veyron shouted at the screen, stomping his foot in frustration.
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