How to Make the Perfect Demon Lord-Chapter 66: The truth

Jamie’s eyes slowly opened, layers of light filtering into his vision.

He lay still for a moment, staring at the vintage wooden ceiling above him. It was exquisite—polished beams carved with delicate patterns, the kind you would find in some of the most expensive hotels on Earth. For a fleeting second, he genuinely believed he was back in the world of the living.

Then memory struck.

The collapse. The extraction.

He was nowhere near Earth.

"He woke up. Give him the medicine."

Two female voices spoke nearby. When he turned his head toward the sound, his heart skipped.

Two girls—no, female demons—stood beside a large tube connected near his bed, drawing a glowing substance from it. They looked about his age. One had pink hair, the other red. Their figures were undeniably mature, their presence overwhelming in a way that felt intentional. No horns crowned their heads—only subtle pointy teeth that made them appear almost cute rather than dangerous.

"Have a drink, my lord."

One of them gently lifted his head, her hands impossibly soft, as if she were cradling something fragile. The touch lingered just a second longer than necessary.

My lord... Wait. Is that what the commander meant?

His thoughts stumbled as the second girl leaned forward to help him drink. In the process, her body brushed against his face—too close, too deliberate to be accidental.

Is this really an accident? No. There’s no way you just ’bump’ into someone like that while giving them a drink. That’s physically impossible. She has to be doing it on purpose.

A storm of hormones erupted in his stomach, rising to his chest like a tidal wave. A primal instinct coiled inside him, urging him to grab them, to give in.

It was foreign. Aggressive. Not him.

He forced himself to imagine his girlfriend—her smile, her voice—using the memory like an anchor to drag the lustful impulse back into the depths.

"Hello."

Commander Stella entered the bedroom, composed and poised. She wore simple, normal clothing, as if hours ago she hadn’t stormed Midworld and extracted Jamie like an unstoppable force.

"Commander."

The two curvy demons bowed respectfully before exiting the room. Jamie’s eyes followed them a second too long.

Stella noticed.

"You know they like you too, right?"

"I—I don’t like them," Jamie stammered, the denial rushing out faster than he intended.

"As much as I’d love to believe that," she said coolly, "we don’t have time for this."

She raised her hand slightly, fingers lifting as though grasping invisible strings. In the same instant, a surge of energy enveloped Jamie’s body, hoisting him upright. His eyes twitched, betraying the sharp pain that flared from injuries not yet fully healed.

"Where are we going?"

"For a walk. I need to catch you up on a few things."

Minutes later, they exited the large hospitalization chamber. Demons in the corridor smiled as they passed. Some even bowed.

At first, Jamie assumed the gestures were for Commander Stella—she was their commander, after all.

But the eyes directed at him told a different story.

They stepped outside into an expansive garden bursting with color. Only then did Jamie fully take in the towering structure behind them—a chapel-like building, elegant and imposing.

They had been inside it the entire time.

The garden was alive. Flowers of every hue released rich fragrances into the air. Bees moved methodically from bloom to bloom, pollinating in a quiet, harmonious rhythm. It felt like nature’s own perfume factory, carefully engineered.

"This place is beautiful," Jamie said, attempting to ease the silence that pressed between them.

"You haven’t even seen half of it," Stella replied. "This place is heaven—just as we designed it to be."

"So... you’re like a queen or something?"

She gave a faint smile. "Demons don’t have queens or kings. Political crowns only inflate egos and rot systems. Our highest authority is a Priest, followed by a Commander."

As they walked, she elaborated, and Jamie found himself intrigued. Their structure made unsettling sense. In the world of the living, those given absolute power often became the very monsters they once vowed to fight. Here, authority was structured to prevent that decay.

It was not what he expected from demons.

But that wasn’t the most shocking revelation of the day.

"Alright... I have another question, if you don’t mind."

"Ask. That’s why we’re here."

Jamie swallowed before speaking.

"I turned into a demon back in Midworld. Does that mean I am a demon?"

The question spilled out with more urgency than he intended. It was the same question that had silently haunted Sandra.

Stella hesitated. For a few seconds, her thoughts wrestled with themselves. Then she made her choice.

"I assume you remember a little girl you once saved on a playground in the world of the living."

Jamie’s eyes sharpened.

How does she know about that?

"She was injured," Stella continued. "Covered in wounds."

The memory surged back. The dirt. The bullies. The fear in the girl’s eyes.

"You stood up for her. They beat you for it."

He could almost feel the punches again. The kicks. The sting of humiliation.

"She was homeless, so you carried her back to your house. And at some point... your blood mixed."

Jamie’s breath caught.

"That was when you acquired the demon gene."

His eyes widened.

He wanted to reject it outright—but the pieces aligned too perfectly. After they treated and fed her, she vanished one night. No doors opened. No windows broken. No sound. It was as if she had dissolved into thin air.

He and his father had convinced themselves it was better to believe she had never been there at all. The police would have laughed at them otherwise.

"She was a demon all along... She must’ve used magic to leave."

Years of mystery unraveled in seconds.

Then another thought crept in, and he whispered it without realizing.

"Demons are in the world of the living."

"Yes," Stella answered. "Many of them. After the Great Scattering, some sought refuge there, disguising themselves as humans. Most suffer alone. No guidance. No protection."

Jamie’s heart tightened.

"That’s where you come in," she said. "You will save them. Bring them home. No demon of our kind will suffer in silence again."

His pulse quickened.

"Are you saying what I think you’re saying?"

"Yes."

She looked at him directly.

"You are going back to the world of the living."