NTR: Choice Based System

The Holy Demonic Sect, a name that evoked a dark and foreboding legacy. An ancient sect, lost to the annals of time, yet its notorious reputation endured. They had once waged a catastrophic war against other holy sects, fuelled by ambition and a lust for power.

Their defeat had been absolute, their existence reduced to a mere whisper in the winds of history. Yet, the mere mention of their name still sent shivers down the spines of those who knew their tale, a testament to the enduring power of their dark legend.

Min Kai's eyes dilated in terror, her voice barely audible, "Holy... Demonic... Sect."

Min Kai's mind reeled as she stared at the figures before her, her thoughts racing with the unthinkable truth: the Holy Demonic Sect, notorious for their dark legacy, had risen from the ashes. And worse still, they had infiltrated her own sect. A chilling question formed in her mind: "Are they the ones behind the map?"

As Min Kai struggled to come to terms with the truth, one of the men stepped forward, his voice cold and calculating.

"We'll extend the same offer to you, just as we did to the woman whose head now lies in your grasp," he said, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "Surrender your soul and body to the Demon God, and you might yet escape unscathed. Refuse, and face the consequences."

As Min Kai beheld Aunt Savi's lifeless head, her tears streamed down her face. "What have you done to her?" she pleaded, her voice shaking. She yearned to know the truth about the atrocities the Sect had committed, the unbearable suffering that had led her aunt to choose death over submission.

Yang Kai witnessed the heart-wrenching scene, his blood seething with rage as he beheld Min Kai's anguish and Aunt Savi's lifeless head. Yet, he restrained himself from acting impulsively, keenly aware of his own weakness in the face of such formidable foes. With a deep breath, he tempered his fury, biding his time until the perfect moment.

The man cackled with glee, "We didn't do much, ha-ha!" He raised a glass bowl in his hands, its contents making Min Kai's blood run cold. The bowl squirmed with live worms, their slimy bodies jiggling and twisting inside, like a living nightmare. The man's laughter grew louder, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he savoured Min Kai's horror.

He spoke with a chilling nonchalance, "We asked her to honour our demon god by hosting one of these worms within her." The worms in the bowl seemed to squirm in agreement, their twisted forms appearing to mock Min Kai's anguish.

"Unfortunately, she opted for a more permanent escape, taking her own life after consuming the worm." His words were laced with a sinister indifference, as if Aunt Savi's suffering was nothing more than a minor setback.

Min Kai's mind recoiled in disbelief, "How can that be?" The question echoed through the air, a collective gasp from Ye Yang's followers.

Min Kai's gaze locked onto the worms, her focus sharpening as she studied them with growing horror. Suddenly, the truth hit her like a slap in the face.

Her eyes bulged in terror, her pupils dilating as she grasped the worms' true essence - instruments of dark magic, designed to inflict unbearable suffering.

The worms' bodies bore an ominous black and red pattern, a twisted design that seemed to shift and writhe like a living shadow. Min Kai's eyes froze, her mind racing back to ancient texts she had studied.

She remembered the whispered warnings of dark cults and forbidden rituals, of worms that carried a corrupted essence, driving their hosts to madness and despair. Now, she understood the horrific truth: Aunt Savi had been subjected to this eldritch horror, forced to harbour one of these abominable creatures within her own body.

The realization dawned on Min Kai like a dark epiphany, illuminating the unspeakable agony that had driven her aunt to take her own life.

The worm's dark presence corrupted its host's body, unleashing a noxious fluid that coursed through their veins. The infected host's temperature soared; their mind consumed by an insatiable hunger - a relentless craving for carnal pleasure. Their thoughts, once pure, now churned with depraved desires, transforming them into lust demons driven solely by their base instincts.

For women, the worm's influence was a particularly cruel fate. They were reduced to mere breeding machines, forced to bear child after child in a twisted bid to swell the cult's ranks.

The worm's corrupting power even distorted the natural rhythms of pregnancy, compressing gestation to a mere five or six months. This accelerated cycle ensured a constant supply of fresh innocents for the cult's dark rituals, perpetuating a cycle of horror and exploitation.

Ye Yang may not have grasped the full extent of the horror, but one glance at Min Kai's stricken face told him all he needed to know: it was something truly heinous and cruel. Her expression was a window to the depths of her anguish, a reflection of the unspeakable evil that had been unleashed upon Aunt Savi.

Min Kai's body seemed to freeze, suspended in a state of utter shock, as her mind grappled with the unimaginable horrors Aunt Savi must have endured. Time itself appeared to stand still, leaving only the stark realization that the people before her were indeed monsters, devoid of humanity. The truth hit her like a thunderbolt, shattering any lingering doubts about the cult's true nature.

Min Kai's gaze shifted to Ye Yang, filled with a mix of guilt and despair. She realized that by seeking his help, she had unwittingly entangled an innocent man in her deadly struggle against the cult.

His unrelated past now meant nothing; the cult would stop at nothing to eliminate him, either killing him or forcing his surrender. Min Kai's heart ached, knowing she had placed Ye Yang in the crosshairs of the demonic cult.

Min Kai's eyes locked onto Ye Yang, her vision blurring as tears streamed down her face. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling with remorse.

"I have implicated you and your people... I have brought danger to your doorstep." Her tears flowed freely now, a testament to her anguish and regret.

Ye Yang's gaze met Min Kai's, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and helplessness. Yet, his voice was gentle, a soothing balm to her frayed emotions. "Don't blame yourself," he said, his words laced with a quiet conviction.

"It's fate that brought us together here today." His expression softened, a hint of determination etched on his face, as if he had resigned himself to their shared destiny.

Tan Shui's laughter cut through the air, cold and mirthless. "Fate?" he repeated, his voice dripping with scorn. "Ha-ah-ha-ha!" The sound sent shivers down Min Kai's spine, a chilling mockery that belittled Ye Yang's words.