I ENSLAVED THE GODDESS WHO SUMMONED ME

The Kingdom of Tenebria

The Kingdom of Tenebria had endured an era of suffering, its people bearing the weight of devastation left behind by the last Demon King’s war. The madness that had consumed their former ruler had led to a relentless conflict that drained the kingdom of its soldiers, wealth, and even the faith of its own citizens. Though decades had passed since that dark chapter in history, the scars of war had yet to heal.

Despite their desperate attempts to recover, Tenebria remained weakened. The neighboring human kingdoms, emboldened by their losses, launched frequent attacks on their borders, raiding villages and towns along the outskirts. Their people, once proud, now lived in fear, suffering the cruel discrimination imposed upon them by other races. Even the gods themselves seemed to turn their backs on Tenebria, as if punishing them for sins they had no part in.

But everything changed with a single event—an event that would alter the course of history for the forsaken kingdom.

The Summoning of the Hero

Like the other kingdoms, Tenebria had sought salvation through the ancient ritual of hero summoning. Their mages, priests, and scholars worked tirelessly, calling forth a champion who could stand against their enemies and restore balance. However, unlike the others who summoned multiple Heroes, Tenebria’s summoning yielded only one.

A single Hero.

A man who would come to be known as the Hero of Darkness.

This lone warrior, a stranger to their world, possessed a power that struck fear into their hearts. He wielded the forbidden Dark Magic—the same magic that had once fueled the Demon King’s reign of terror. Whispers of dread spread among the people. Would this so-called Hero follow in the Demon King’s footsteps? Would his existence provoke the slumbering darkness, reigniting the flames of war?

For a time, uncertainty loomed over the kingdom. Yet, contrary to their fears, disaster did not come. The Hero of Darkness, Samael, proved to be nothing like the tyrants of the past.

He was strong, formidable, and carried an air of authority that demanded respect. His presence was undeniable, his very existence radiating a quiet yet overwhelming force. However, unlike the Demon King, he was neither cruel nor reckless. He was composed, sharp-minded, and most importantly—sane. His power did not bring chaos but rather stability.

A Savior, Not a Tyrant fortunately.

Though it took time, the people of Tenebria began to see Samael not as a threat, but as a beacon of hope. Under his leadership, the kingdom slowly regained its footing. The once-broken lands stabilized, and the fear that had clung to their people like a shroud began to lift.

But it was his battle against the Kingdom of Kastoria that solidified his place in their hearts forever.

Word spread like wildfire. The world trembled at the news—Samael, the Hero of Darkness, had single-handedly defeated the Heroes of Kastoria. He had not only repelled their forces but had secured their vow to never again wage war against Tenebria.

For the first time in decades, the people of Tenebria felt something they had long forgotten—pride.

No longer were they merely a struggling kingdom desperately fending off attacks. No longer did they cower in fear of sudden invasions. Samael had not just won a battle; he had ensured their survival, granted them a future free from oppression.

To them, he was more than a summoned hero.

He was their protector, their savior and their promise of a better future.

Since the moment he had appeared, the Kingdom of Tenebria had undergone an unprecedented transformation, experiencing a period of rapid growth unlike anything in its history. Once a war-torn nation on the brink of collapse, struggling under the weight of endless conflicts, it had now begun to flourish at an astonishing rate. The wealth they had lost to war and mismanagement was swiftly being restored, their cities and fortresses rebuilt stronger than before, and, perhaps most notably, the streets were no longer tainted with the stench of senseless bloodshed.

For the first time in years, the people of Tenebria could breathe without the constant fear of war looming over them. It had been a full year since their armies had last engaged in a major battle. While small skirmishes still erupted in distant territories, they were nothing compared to the ceaseless warfare that plagued the Kingdom of Kastoria. There were no grand invasion plans, no desperate struggles for survival—only an uneasy peace. But this peace did not come from treaties or diplomatic negotiations. It was a peace born from fear.

The entire continent had grown wary, if not outright terrified, of the man known as Samael.

Yet, it was not just Samael who instilled fear into the hearts of kings and generals alike. It was the three enigmatic women who always stood by his side—his Black Knights.

Each of them was a paragon of strength, possessing skills and abilities that bordered on the supernatural. Their beauty was as captivating as it was unsettling, for beneath their alluring appearances lay something terrifying. They exuded an aura of untamed power, an unrestrained force that seemed capable of reducing entire cities to ruin if left unchecked. Yet, for all their chaos, they obeyed only one man.

Nathan.

And it was fortunate they followed his command, for if left to their own devices, they could bring untold destruction to the world.

Within the capital of Tenebria, life had taken on a new vibrancy.

Once a bleak and desolate place, shrouded in darkness and misery due to the unrelenting wars, the city now pulsed with energy. The once somber streets, where only the sounds of marching soldiers and grieving families had echoed, were now filled with the laughter of children playing in the open. Couples strolled through the marketplaces hand in hand, while elders sat outside their homes, chatting and enjoying the warmth of the sun. Parents, once burdened with sorrow, now smiled as they watched their offspring grow up in a world that no longer demanded bloodshed from them.

Under the golden radiance of the midday sun, the capital of Tenebria had become a sight to behold—a city reborn.

And yet, what was perhaps most astonishing was the presence of humans among them.

Human merchants, a sight that would have been inconceivable in the past, now walked the streets of Tenebria freely. This remarkable change had come about thanks to the delicate yet strategic alliance formed with the Kingdom of Kastoria. Though visitors remained few, and many still harbored deep-seated fears about entering a city of demons, those who had braved their uncertainties to see the capital for themselves found their preconceived notions shattered.

They expected horrors, monstrous beings, and barbaric savagery.

Instead, they found a city that mirrored their own.

The demons laughed, they shopped, they celebrated, and they embraced life just as any human would. The so-called monsters were no different from them.

It was a sight that left many guests, including seasoned merchants who had traveled far and wide, utterly speechless.

For in Tenebria, a long-lost truth had been unveiled: there was no inherent difference between demons and humans—only the prejudices that had been passed down for generations.

Once again, the catalyst behind this great transformation was none other than Samael. It was he who had secured the alliance with the Kingdom of Kastoria, a partnership that had once seemed impossible. Through his efforts, Tenebria had stabilized, and the looming specter of war had finally begun to dissipate. However, even his influence alone would not have been enough to guide the nation toward true prosperity.

The turning point had come with the rise of their new queen—Azariah.

She was everything the demons had longed for in a ruler: strong, intelligent, and, above all, compassionate. Unlike the tyrants of the past, Azariah did not seek to rule with an iron fist or through fear and domination. She genuinely cared for her people, working tirelessly to ensure the growth of the nation and the well-being of all who lived within its borders. Under her reign, the streets flourished, the markets thrived, and even the once-hostile relations with humans had begun to mend.

It was no wonder the people adored her.

But beneath their admiration, a single lingering fear remained—one they dared not speak too loudly.

The previous Demon King.

Wherever he was, they prayed he would never return. The last thing they wanted was for their hard-earned progress to be undone by his reappearance. They feared that if he did, all the peace and prosperity they had gained under Azariah’s rule would crumble, and they would be thrust back into an era of war and suffering.

For now, however, life within the royal castle continued as usual.

The grand halls of the Demon King’s palace buzzed with activity. Maids and servants moved diligently through the corridors, their footsteps light yet purposeful as they worked tirelessly to maintain the castle’s pristine splendor. Every surface gleamed, not a speck of dust to be found, a testament to the dedication of the staff.

In the castle’s vast kitchens, the air was thick with the scent of sizzling meats, fresh bread, and exotic spices. Men and women alike labored over massive stoves and grand banquet tables, meticulously preparing meals fit for royalty. The clang of pots and the hum of voices blended into a rhythmic symphony of work, their movements precise and efficient.

Beyond the castle’s walls, guards patrolled the grounds with practiced vigilance. Clad in dark armor, their eyes sharp, they moved through the courtyards and along the stone pathways, ensuring the safety of their queen and her domain.

And in the heart of the castle gardens, bathed in the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the leaves, sat a lone figure.

She was seated gracefully upon an ornate stone bench, surrounded by vibrant blooms swaying gently in the breeze. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, its silky strands catching the golden light. But it was her eyes—piercing blue and filled with an enigmatic depth—that set her apart.

She was not of this land.

Even at a glance, it was clear that she was foreign to this continent, her features distinct, her presence almost ethereal against the lush greenery of the garden.

It was Briseis.

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