The Demonic Edict’s Peculiar Application

“This is simply outrageous; how could she possibly act in such a manner?

By all logical accounts, any mortal who has received my infusion should be swayed by my very thoughts, utterly captivated by my unfathomable wisdom, and prostrate themselves before my ancient, profound aura.

They should kneel beneath my gossamer skirt, eager to lick the soles of my feet, thereby becoming utterly devoted to me, with no possibility of betrayal.

Despite their initial pride and dignity, numerous high-level beings—elites and last descendants from ancient, formidable civilizations, far more concerned with their standing than X—all eventually became Dustfolk, willingly toiling for me.

Why, then, does she alone refuse to conform to the expected order of things?”

A fleeting flicker of panic crossed Gloria’s delicate features.

“It must be X’s fault; it absolutely cannot be that my power has been weakened by severing a part of my main body.

That must be it.

After all, in the Starfield, X’s true nature is that of a first-rate pervert, a complete loli-con—the kind whose personality is utterly beyond repair.

Pah, pah, pah, even contemplating it for another second makes me want to gag.”

In truth, Gloria had overlooked a crucial detail.

The Dustfolk had submitted to her not merely out of awe, but because she had extended a helping hand during their civilization’s annihilation, at their most desperate hour, leaving them a precious spark of hope.

How could they not pledge their unwavering loyalty to the God of Dust?

As for X, even to this day, she stubbornly refused to believe that Gloria had been her savior.

Having worn a mask of deceit her entire life for the sake of survival, X appeared innocent and adorable, yet in truth, she harbored absolute trust for no one.

Even when Gloria proclaimed herself a demon god and demonstrated immense power, X would likely only feign compliance, her heart remaining a fortress of suspicion.

Furthermore, her admiration for Gloria’s appearance was merely a twisted instinct, entirely devoid of genuine sentiment.

Such a fixation was pathological, utterly soulless.

Consequently, Gloria subtly activated a fraction of her premonition ability, attempting to calculate the outcome of an alternative path: what might unfold if she chose to indulge X’s peculiar fixation to foster a closer partnership.

What followed was akin to watching a sprawling epic film, except that hundreds of premonitory visions flickered into existence, each one heavily pixelated with mosaics.

The backdrop, a scene of utter darkness punctuated by relentless lightning and thunder, caused the legal loli, whose actual age spanned untold cycles of years, to flush crimson and squirm with unbearable discomfort.

“Unsuitable for minors, absolutely unsuitable for minors!

And why, pray tell, am I the one on the bottom?!

How could I possibly be weaker than her?

Has even a fuzzy premonition turned against me?”

In a fit of pique, Gloria promptly deactivated her passive skill for predicting vague futures.

This particular skill, originally bestowed by the power of the Laws of Reason, was an inherent ability of every deity in the Supreme Divine Realm.

After Gloria crafted her twenty-tier body, this innate talent had become inextricably linked to her soul.

However, such prophetic abilities often carried a deceptive quality, subtly guiding deities to unwittingly follow the dictates of fate, thus transforming them into mere puppets of higher powers.

It paled in comparison to her Origin Truth.

Even though she was currently unable to wield the power of Origin, she possessed other means to discern the future’s trajectory, rendering this paltry passive skill utterly unnecessary.

“In any case, trading my physical form for faith is absolutely forbidden.

And allowing her to desecrate the soul of me, the Blasphemous Demon God, is utterly out of the question!

This proposal is rejected!”

After a brief fit of agitation upon her living throne, Gloria finally composed herself, her tiny fingers tracing the contours of a peculiar white mark emblazoned upon her middle finger.

‘So, in the end, must I resort to the Demonic Edict as a fallback?’

This mark manifested as a pale, hydrangea-like flame, its delicate, translucent petals layered in concentric rings.

They writhed like myriad unspeakable tendrils, both frantic and chaotic, yet within that very disarray, an unbridled, anarchic beauty was revealed.

This was the Origin Seed, a contract mark unique to the Blasphemous Demon God.

Within its ethereal form resided Gloria’s very soul power.

Upon successful imprinting, the contracted entity would be forcibly bound to her, rendered utterly incapable of defying her commands.

Simultaneously, provided Gloria granted her approval, the contracted entity would also gain permission to utilize a portion of her skills.

However, the energy cost for these abilities would be drawn directly from Gloria.

Yet, for the time being, as Gloria and X shared a single physical form, the energy expended for casting spells would still be X’s own.

“Hmph, while this is admittedly a rather clumsy plan, it’s certainly preferable to those utterly unapproved alternatives.”

She shook her head, swiftly banishing the lurid thoughts that had taken root in her mind.

“I’ll take advantage of her unconscious state and her avarice for my power to cast the Demonic Edict.”

A pale, icy flame materialized at her fingertips, then plunged directly into the crown of the living throne.

Like some nascent, living entity, it burrowed headlong into X’s very soul.

X’s soul, drawn by this potent force, flickered between black and white, and after a brief spell of agitation, it settled into a profound calm once more.

Gloria then hastily conjured a transparent thread from her mental space, intending to observe the unfolding situation in the physical world.

Earlier, owing to the limitations of her physical form and insufficient data transmission bandwidth, X had been unable to meticulously process the entirety of ‘Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind.’

Consequently, her physical body had entered a “program unresponsive” state: her eyes were glazed and unfocused, foam flecked her lips, and her limbs lay utterly limp.

She reposed on her side, cradled within her own long hair, submerged in the silent depths of the sea, much like an electric doll in standby mode.

Immediately after Gloria completed the imprinting of the contract mark, a small circular dot emerged from the base of X’s smooth spine.

Pale, intricate patterns then began to spread, resembling the root system of a plant, weaving, coiling, growing, branching, and converging across every part of X’s body.

These chaotic and enigmatic patterns ultimately coalesced, outlining a hydrangea-shaped mark upon X’s back, buttocks, lower abdomen, and inner thighs.

This mark was, in fact, a simplified rendition of the Blasphemous Demon God’s Sub-entity form—a startlingly tentacled white jellyfish.

“Eek—why is it branded in such a… suggestive location? It must be because your inner thoughts are utterly depraved, not because I’m imagining anything untoward!”

Gloria gently patted X’s head.

“Alright then, we are now officially partners.

Although you’re currently unconscious and unable to hear me, I must issue a stern warning: in the future, never contemplate resisting my commands or attempting to use some clever scheme to expel me from your body, as such actions would be entirely to your detriment.

Should you truly attempt it, the soul contract will inflict suffering far exceeding that of death itself.

You would undoubtedly wish to avoid experiencing such agony.”

After a moment of contemplation, Gloria couldn’t shake the feeling that merely forging a soul contract with the Demonic Edict might not be entirely sufficient.

This particular mechanism, it seemed, was incapable of curbing X’s unsavory thoughts about Gloria; it could only, at best, prevent her soul from outright rebellion.

Gloria, a master of desire, understood profoundly that the more suppressed a craving, the more vehemently it would erupt when unleashed.

In Gloria’s eyes, resorting to external force to shackle another’s true nature was a shameful and ultimately futile endeavor.

More often than not, it proved counterproductive.

Such partnerships frequently culminated in a superficial alliance, where the parties involved grew increasingly distant in spirit.

Only through open hearts and genuine honesty could a contract truly hold weight.

“Doesn’t this simply bring us back to the question of whether to appeal to her heart or her baser instincts?”

She sighed with a hint of exasperation.

“But I am not one of those abyssal demons, masters of the human heart; I have no experience in such matters.”