Oh no, she's hooot!

***AUTHORS NOTE: Before I get flagged for **** again --> THERE HAS BEEN A TIMESKIP! LILITH IS NOW 18 (and a bit). It's absolutely okay to have lewd thoughts about her now!***

***AUTHORS NOTE: I made a mistake and didn't include a certain arc in Act I that I should have included. Hence, I am doing said arc now, but because CHYOA won't let me move chapters around without deleting them, I have to make it a split branch. It starts here.***

I left my study and made my way over to the training halls where I knew my adoptive daughter would be at this time of day. Since I learned quite a lot of magic recently, I could have ‘just’ called for her telepathically, teleported over, or even teleported her to my study (although that would be quite rude). But it was also nice to go and get her personally, and since I had the time, I was doing just that.

As I walked through the corridors, I came across the different kinds of Children that I had created over the last ten years. The two most notable groups were my True Sons, many of which were organized into the Kingsguard, and Lilith’s personal guard.

For quite a long time, my daughter had informally become known simply as ‘the princess’ amongst the dungeon’s population. Everyone liked her, most adored her, and some even outright worshipped her. Therefore, the Children I had created to keep her safe were organized into the Princessguard. As opposed to the Kingsguard, they had no other intended purpose and would drop every secondary task bestowed upon them if they were ever needed at Lilith’s side.

All members of the Princessguard belonged to the same species, especially engineered for this task by me: Silver dragonoids. Unlike their more feral cousins, they were (more or less) bipedal, with their forelegs a mixture between hands and claws, so that they could grip weapons. They had a varying number of long, pointed horns, many rows of serrated teeth, sharp spikes on their backs, strong tails, and were covered from head to toe in thick, armoured scales. Like most other Children, dragonoids were born genderless. Their two most notable features, however, were their elemental breath and their large wings, making them excellent flyers. To assist enable their flight, they were or moderate built, but their height of about 4.5m (11”6’) meant that they still had *a lot* of mass. Each dragonoid was born with a different elemental infusion, determining the element of their breath weapon and making them immune to said element.

A shudder ran down my spine as I thought back to how I used their breathweapons…

In order to strengthen both my attack power and my defence, I had wanted to acquire all 9 remaining elemental infusions (besides life, which I already possessed). To do so, one normally had to spend weeks in life-threatening proximity to the element for the infusion to take hold, such as living in the magma-filled crater of a volcano for a fire infusion. However, the breath weapons of the dragonoids also fulfilled these conditions, meaning that I ‘-just’ had to make them bathe me in their elemental flames for weeks on end, while making sure that my magi healed me constantly.

Ohhh the agony! It was really not a fond memory of mine, but it had to be done. It took over a year, but eventually, I possessed all elemental infusions.

I shook my head. No good thinking back to painful memories. Focus on what lies ahead!

The rattling of weapons could be heard far and wide through the tunnels of my dungeon, leading me straight toward my goal. Lilith was sparring with Dareios. Again.

In the ten years that had passed since I adopted her, my daughter had grown to be quite the menace. At first, I tried to ‘properly’ educate her, by use of the books and other utensils my forces obtained. First, I taught Larell how to read and write, and with her help, Lilith. But while she was certainly highly intelligent and eager to learn (especially everything concerning strategy and things that could be useful in war and combat, like geography or metalworking), my daughter’s real interest was fighting.

Not long after I had officially adopted her, Lilith began showing an avid interest in training. It began with her playing hide and seek with Larell or my minions, often controlled directly by me. The innocent game turned more and more into one of ambushes, attacks, and skirmishes until Larell and I agreed that Lilith would need some ‘real’ sport to get the energy out of her body. Asked which sport she cared for, Lilith answered combat training. At first, I refused, stating that it made no sense for a little girl of human descent living in a monster dungeon deep underground to train for combat. But quickly corrected my error: Of course, I wanted Lilith to be able to protect herself!

The first weapon she learned how to use, was the polearm, more specifically the spear. She was quite diminutive, even for a human, and its length made up for her small size and naturally short reach. Over time, she tried every other conceivable weapon and mastered them one by one, until each and every item was an implement of **** in her hands. However, the spear with its simplicity and long range continued to be her favourite.

Lilith also learned all the other arts of combat. Different kinds of martial arts, dirty tricks such as throwing sand or using poison, strategy and tactics, how to brew various magical compounds, the workings of armour and the biology of many races, psychological manipulation, how to obtain information by way of ****, the art of healing, how to set traps,… There was truly no discipline even remotely connected to the art of war in which she did not excel. Well, except one: Magic. Lilith’s aptitude for magic was average, at best, but with her exceptional intelligence and discipline, she would still be able to become a great magic caster.

She just wasn’t interested in that at all.

Lilith took to every subject I tried to teach her, including standard subjects like language, maths, biology, alchemy, and other natural sciences (which, in this world, included religion), but also extraordinary ones like economics, law, politics, sociology, and others. Since I had already decided that it was my purpose in this world to conquer it, teaching Lilith how to rule it was the logical conclusion. She would be my heir, after all.

But magic? You had to **** her to do so much as try it!

Once she was old enough that I was confident she could make her own decisions and stick to them (which was when she turned fourteen), I offered her to adapt her training and education as she liked. Unsurprisingly, Lilith abandoned magic almost entirely, only using what she had already learned during combat training to prevent forgetting it. Somewhat surprising were the other changes: My daughter wished to study things like etiquette, negotiation, and subtle manipulation, not to mention that the entire time she spent learning and training each day increased dramatically! I could see how much she hated all the refined acting and how much strain her schedule put on her, but she never stopped or complained…

I turned around another corner. Almost there.

In the beginning, captured Chosen acted as teachers for everything I didn’t know, supplemented by whatever books and other resources I could get a hold of. But I didn’t want any more Chosen holding important positions, especially if they weren’t hot girls! Larell was way too much of a headache already!

So, I had Children study alongside Lilith and made sure that all the new information and lectures were noted down and archived, down to the last detail. Often, I even partook in the lessons myself!

Just as I entered the corridor leading to the training halls, I heard a loud ‘thump’ followed by Lilith’s laughter. It appeared that the duel was all but decided.

When I entered the room, I was treated with quite the sight. Dareios, my first True Son, was sitting on the ground, his back reclined against the wall. He matched my monstruous form in almost every way, having been magically empowered to grow to my massive size of 8m (26,2”) and training without end to be incredibly strong. Truly, he was a mountain of a man. Or rather, a monster.

The only difference between us was the same as with my other True Sons: Where I had six glowing red eyes, he had only two.

Two eyes that now focused on me.

“FATHER.” Dareios uttered without moving. “I WOULD BOW MY HEAD, BUT I AM AFRAID MY DEAR SISTER WOULD STAB ME IF I DID.”

“Of course, I would! After all, I am here, doing you a favour by patching you up the hard way instead of using healing magic, just because my lil’ bro thinks a few scars would look intimidating on him!” Lilith complained semi-seriously, without even looking up.

I chuckled. Indeed, my daughter sat perched atop Dareios’ shoulder, treating a superficial cut on his neck with ordinary, non-magical medicine. Two magi were fixing up the more severe cuts on his body, while the shallow ones and the damaged tentacles already begun to heal themselves.

Obviously, Lilith had beaten him soundly.

It ahd become something of a hobby of hers, and also a way to measure her strength. Whenever she was not simply training, she was dueling the different creatures that inhabited my dungeon. In the beginning, she couldn’t even beat a single minion. By now, she had beaten every kind of creature many times, including Dareios, who was by far the most powerful combatant here, after me.

As I had refused her wish to duel me, she continued to spar with the other monsters, in ever bigger groups and worse starting conditions for her, like only a bad weapon or even none at all. And of course, she loved sparring with Dareios, with whom she had a good sibling relationship.

It honestly looked quite surreal how she sat there on the shoulder of a minotaur 5 times as tall as her and many more times her weight. My predictions regarding her had been entirely accurate, she had become a beauty beyond compare, rivalling the gods themselves: Lilith was a small and dainty, yet fit girl, standing about 1.6m (5”3’) tall. She had long blonde hair, flowing down her back in golden waves. Her big, innocent blue eyes, plump, pouting lips, and generally unnaturally beautiful, perfectly symmetrical face looked more like it belonged in a dream than reality. And, unlike Dareios’, her creamy white porcelain skin was entirely free of blemishes. She could be quite vain…

Of course, there was more to her appearance than ‘just’ that. I was never one for ****, but even as her father, I could notice her incredibly slim waist or her flared, fertile hips. And of course, her firm DD-Cups and her pert ass! Sometimes, I wondered how a natural, unaltered human could look like this, how un-modified intestines even fit in that trim belly and waspish waist of hers. But it could not have been my transformatives, that was utterly impossible.

After she had received her mark about 10 years ago, I made the first and last alteration to Lilith’s body I ever intended to make. It was a small gland, placed adjacent to her heart, directly under her sternum. The gland constantly released a certain magical compound into her bloodstream, which was entirely without effect by itself. When combined with another magical compound I included in all my transformatives and all those of the Children, however, it neutralized their effects, rendering Lilith immune to them. I didn’t want to (unwittingly) alter my daughter from what I considered her ‘real’ self. Lilith was the only one to possess such an immunity gland, as I did not care about preserving the ‘real’ self of anybody else.

“No stabbing Dareios! And either get someone to do the healing for you or finish quickly, I need you in my study. We are going to hold a little war council.” I shouted up to Lilith.

“Just… about… finished… There! Alright, coming!” she responded in her high, girly voice. She sounded so innocent.

Lilith jumped down from Dareios shoulder and took her spear that had been leaning on the wall. Seeing her up close, it was even less believable that she had grown to be so powerful, a warrior capable of besting a menace like Dareios in single combat… It wasn’t just her voice or her general appearance, but also how incredibly soft and supple her flesh looked, entirely lacking the prominent musculature one would expect. She undeniably looked fit, but nothing more than that. Her unique perk was the reason for this.

PERK: TAINTED CHILD
This child was born to the light, but was abandoned by it and grew up in darkness. More than that, she embraced the darkness, allowing it to permeate her to her core, tainting her very soul. This allows the monster-like growth of her abilities while still retaining her original shape.

I don’t know when she obtained it, or how. It didn’t belong to any class or race and wasn’t divine either. My God’s Eye didn’t even classify it as a unique perk or something like that! It was almost as if the very nature of this world called Ruyanei had recognized the unbelievable strength of Lilith’s mind, and granted her the ability to shape her body in its likeness.

For most people, such a perk would have been entirely useless, as they never reached the limit of their races potential, and it did nothing to enhance the rate of growth. But for my daughter, it changed everything. Without it, she would have quickly reached a point where no amount of training could improve her further, just because human potential had a low upper ceiling. But with it, she was incredible.

“Great. Now come little angel, we don’t want to leave Larell waiting, now do we?” I asked her

“Larell? Since when do you permit her in a war counsel?” Lilith asked, confused.

“Since she started telling me good ideas on how to conquer Arcadia. Don’t ask me, I was as surprised as you.” I answered.

“Huh…” Lilith grumbled.

“Anyways, we have to go now. See you, Dareios!” I told my firstborn True Son.

“FAREWELL, FATHER.”