Demon Lord Management Sim Game

Father Patrick's mouth let out an awkward chuckle. "I-I came to Sir Gerald, and he just happened to call the prostitutes."

"Patrick, you cunt!" The old man who was restraining the young girl got up and adjusted his pants in a hurry. "Don't talk nonsense! You are guilty of this too, Patrick! You brought them here!"

Father Patrick gulped hard. "Velvet, I can explain everything. It's not what it seems."

Instead of asking father Patrick further, Velvet approached the four young girls. One of them, just about to be abused by Gerald earlier, fell to her knees in tears.

"It's okay." Velvet took off her cloak and covered the still-naked girl's body. "You are safe with me, so feel free to tell me everything."

Gerald suddenly ran away, but Velvet swiftly caught his shirt and pulled him. The man fell hard to the floor.

"Arrrgggghhh!!!" He screamed aloud as soon as Velvet stepped on his knee, causing a terrible cracking sound. "Hey, guard!!! Come…."

The prophet kicked the man's face until he bled, and some of his teeth flew out.

"Shut up, or you'll get more of this!" Velvet snapped.

"Come to your senses, Velvet! You are God's most sacred servant!" Patrick clutched his head in panic. "You can't do this sinful act!"

"Sinful act?" Velvet hissed, "Can't you see that I'm destroying evil according to my duty?"

Father Patrick was choked up and speechless.

"I think they agree with me." Velvet looked at the girls again, who still looked frightened. "Isn't that right, girls? The evils offered you to be nuns for what you believed in, but you were used for something like this instead. You were treated as property."

One of the young girls finally worked up the courage to speak, though still crying. "Yeah, they persuaded us to become nuns in the temples of prophet Lyra all over the country. However, it turns out that we were forced to do this before being placed…."

"You better get out of here." Velvet cut off that girl's words. "There will be someone to help you outside."

Before this, the prophet never imagined that she would depend on the demons to help people.

Those girls exchanged glances, then ran out of the room. Velvet closed the door when their footsteps disappeared.

She squatted beside Gerald and pulled the man's hair up until his head lifted. "You like virgins' pussy a lot, huh, Sir Gerald? And an easy way to lure virgins is to persuade them to become nuns. Those poor girls won't suspect anything. And if they protest, the country will severely punish them for committing serious blasphemy against religion."

Gerald laughed with a bloody mouth. "You think I'm the only one who does things like this? Almost all of the councilors commit crimes! Some sell illegal drugs to enrich themselves, take people's land for their own benefit, take bribes, and many more! We are working hard for this country! Don't we deserve to be rewarded? After all, we keep this country running, not destroy it like the demons!"

"What did you say?" The prophet's teeth chattered. "How can you talk like that!?"

"So what will you do!?" Gerald laughed again. "Good luck finding evidence that we were guilty! Good luck determining who did those things! You're just lucky to get information about me! And remember, we are extensions of God's hand! As a prophet, you can't hurt or even kill us! It will only undermine the order of this country, and it can lead to chaos!"

"I don't care anymore." Velvet whispered. "In the end, you all made Adrian Russel die…. You know him, right? He was my friend since childhood."

Gerald widened his eyes.

"You guys made the order to punish Adrian." The prophet's face stiffened. "And among you indeed there are those who disapprove of it, but do nothing, even though they have power…. Including madam prime minister."

"That's…." Gerald choked. "Believe me, I'm one of those who disagree with that because that man is not important at all. However, after a while, I and the others realized. That had to be done so he wouldn't seduce you….."

The councilor's words were cut off because the prophet hit his head hard on the floor. Father Patrick winced so violently that he fell to his knees.

"Adrian is completely innocent!!! He just wants to live in peace in the village as a farmer!!!" Velvet screamed while continuing to bang Gerald's head, splattered blood everywhere. "It's useless for me to carry out your orders if all of you are as evil as those demons and criminals I exterminated!!!"

All that filled the room were the crackling sounds of the fireplace and heads hitting the marble floor.

"Arrrgggh!!!" Velvet hit Gerald's head which was almost shapeless for the last time.

Seeing the prophet covered in blood and her expression so ferocious like a hungry stray dog, father Patrick shook his head. Supposedly, a holy prophet wouldn't look terrifying like that.

"P-please, Velvet. Wake up. Remember your God." The religious leader sobbed. He wanted to run away, but his legs were too weak from his intense fear.

"Did you remember your God when you tricked those girls!? Did you remember your God when you brought them here!?" Velvet got up and went to that man. "You are supposed to lead people to the light, Father Patrick!"

"I have no other choice! I'm under pressure from people in high positions!"

"You said god would show us the way in times of trouble!!!" Velvet began to shed tears again. "And can't you just tell me to help you!!?? You guys were the ones who concluded that I'm a prophet, right!!?? I should be able to guide you out of this ordeal, father Patrick!!??"

Father Patrick turned his face the other way. "It's not as easy as you say, Velvet."

The prophet squeezed her own head. "Look, even you don't believe what you're teaching…."

"It is not like that…."

Velvet tugged at father Patrick's shirt before he finished speaking. Then, the prophet brought that man to one side of the room.

"What are you doing, Velvet!?" Father Patrick tried to escape, but Velvet held him so tightly.

"I will make you meet your god." The prophet hissed, then threw the religious leader's body hard against the wooden window, smashing it to pieces,

That man's body dived from the fourth floor and gave off a terrifying thud as it landed on the ground.

A few moments passed in silence. The frantic screams of the guards started echoing from outside. Velvet knelt down with increasingly heavy tears.

That woman felt like something was bubbling and forcing its way out of her chest. She has fought hard for this country and its beliefs, but it turns out that evil is so close to her and even controlling her.

What is this prophet title for, then?

"Arrrggghhh!!!" Velvet could no longer contain her emotions. Her scream now sounded more like the roar of a beast rather than a human voice.

Suddenly, the power-dampening bracelet on her left hand bounced off. Flames began to blaze from her skin, her red irises turned flaming yellow, and her pupils became thin like vertical lines.