A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1093: Kidnapping More Prisoners

Archer was cut off from watching the two women and grew curious while watching the Domain, ʼWhat is happening over there?ʼ

He shrugged, then carefully set Midnight on the sofa before dragging Nyx, Maeve, and Ashoka into the bedroom. For the entire day, Archer lost himself in a whirlwind of passion, ravaging the three women until they were satisfied.

Their laughter and gasps filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoed long into the evening. By nightʼs fall, they lay in a blissful daze, their bodies glistening with satisfaction and their breaths softening into gentle sighs.

Archer stood at the window before putting on some clothes and deciding to steal more prisoners for the necromancer sisters. He teleported to their underground home, where he heard a manʼs shrill scream. ʼWhat are they up to?ʼ he thought with a chuckle. ʼMaking my new army maybe?ʼ

Following that, Archer followed the noise until coming to a room where a man was strapped down to the table as Morena injected him with a parasite-looking thing, which made him cringe, ”Do not come anywhere near me with that thing, beautiful,” he said.

The white-haired sister looked up with her big blue eyes and beamed, which caused her to get excited as she darted toward him. Archer noticed her giant boobs bounced everywhere until she arrived and shoved his head into her cleavage. ”My handsome husband! I must thank you for giving Demi and me the best presents!” Morena exclaimed, her voice brimming with excitement.

She let go before he could fully process her words and dropped to one knee. Confusion washed over him as he stared at her, but what she said next threw him off balance, ”Arch, would you marry me?” she asked, her expression serious, her hopeful eyes locked onto his. ”Absolutely, Iʼll marry you-and Demacia-when the time is right,” Archer replied, prompting an unexpected surge of emotion in Morena, who leaped into his arms.

The older woman wrapped him in a warm, full embrace, her wide smile radiating as she pressed her lips to his. A surge of unexpected passion left him breathless. His hands held her thick waist, returning her kiss with equal passion.

Soon enough, Demacia appeared with the same smile as her sister and commented, ”Do you mean that? I thought you would have said no if she had purposed as itʼs unusual for women to do it nowadays.”

Archer chuckled at this, then replied, ”Well, it was unexpected, but I wouldnʼt turn down either of you I like you both.”

The necromancer sisters beamed as Morena grabbed his hand and dragged him to the screaming man while explaining, ”Weʼve injected him with a disease called necro-flesh eater. It will eat him from the inside out while leaving behind a defensive shell that I will cut off to add to our soldiers as armor.”

A shiver ran through him as he thought with a smile, ʼThese two beautiful women are wicked, but I love it.ʼ

Archer laughed as he replied, ”Messing with you two is one thing, but the thought of you torturing me even makes me a little nervous.”

The two womenʼs expressions turned severe. Demacia looked at him and said firmly, ”We would never hurt you. The very idea makes us feel sick. Youʼre our husband, and itʼs our role as wives to make sure you feel loved and supported-thatʼs exactly what weʼll do.”ʼ

When he heard this, he smiled before moving toward the younger sister and giving her a passionate kiss as her body trembled. Following this, Archer approached the older one and did the same thing. ʼIʼm lucky to have these crazy women on my side,ʼ he thought while grabbing Morenaʼs thick waist.

They loved the affection as the man started screaming again, which made him just as it was sudden, but Morena turned around and punched the man with a sickening thud, ”Shut up, you dirty child abuser. This is just the start.”

Archer watched as Demacia stepped back and slapped the prisoner, warning, ”Shut up, human. Canʼt you see weʼre having a loving moment with our man?”

She smacked him a few times until the prisoner fell silent, which made Archer laugh as it was funny. Soon after, he explained, ”Have you got more room in the prison, or do I need to expand it?”

Morenaʼs eyes sparkled with excitement as she exclaimed, ”Can you expand it? We need more rooms for experiments and extra prison cells!”

With a chuckle, Archer nodded, closing his eyes as he stretched the sistersʼ hideout to four times its original size. The space expanded with new corridors and larger rooms, each ready for its purpose.

Feeling the change ripple through the hideout, Demacia practically bounced with energy, her excitement infectious. Morena was excited as she ran off to check the new underground death hideout, which made him laugh.

The younger sister calmed down and turned to Archer with a beautiful smile, saying, ”What brings you here, darling?”

Hearing this, he smiled and answered, ”I was coming to find you. Do you want to kidnap more prisoners with me?” ”Yes, please. When are we leaving?” she asked, taking out a cloak and wrapping it around herself.

Archer stepped forward and gently lifted her into a princess carry, then, in a flash, teleported them outside the Domain. They reappeared in Isabellaʼs garden, a burst of color and life surrounding them. ”This place is so peaceful; maybe Bel can do something like this in the palace?ʼ he pondered while scanning his surroundings.

Demacia gasped in surprise but quickly turned her gaze back to him, her eyes filled with warmth and affection. He summoned his wings before taking off and flying toward the closest prison.

The necromancer woman spoke with a big smile, ”Who would have thought Iʼd be traveling a new world with the man I like? Especially after meeting him as a child many years ago.”ʼ ”I remember the first day I saw you and thought you were gorgeous,” he replied with a smile. ”The girls told me off after you vanished because I kept looking.”

Demacia giggled when hearing that but quickly leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek as she responded, ”Iʼm glad weʼre this close now; I canʼt wait to see where life takes us.”

Archer was speechless but nodded at the woman, causing her blue eyes to glow as she cuddled him even tighter. Following that, he soared through the sky, the wind rushing past him as he scanned the landscape below.

In the distance, a dark structure appeared on the horizon-a prison surrounded by tall stone walls and towers that loomed like silent sentries. The closer he flew, the more details emerged: barred windows, thick iron gates, and the shadows of guards patrolling.

As Demacia gazed down at the prison, she whispered, ”Is this where the humans keep their scum locked up?”

Archer nodded in response, then summoned a shadow Creature, directing it to find the records room. Watching him harness dark magic stirred a thrill within her. Leaning closer, her lips brushed against his ear as she breathed, ”You turn me on when you use dark magic; itʼs making me wet.”

He shivered at her words, then turned to her, capturing her soft red lips in a kiss that caught her off guard. For a moment, she went stiff but then melted into him, returning the kiss with fervor.

Archerʼs hands slid down to squeeze her juicy behind, eliciting a soft moan from her, which made him smile. The Shadow Creature sent him a message, prompting them to teleport through the darkness. ”This will be easy, plus it will help Elizabeth in the long run,ʼ he mused with a greedy smile.

Once they arrived inside, Archer set Demacia down and began searching the records. He quickly discovered a list of scumbags who deserved far worse than death. After ten intense minutes of sifting through the files, he gathered all the needed information.

Following that, the two of them traveled through the prison; whenever they encountered the guards, Demacia knocked them out using spells after Archer told her not to kill them as they were innocent.

The necromancer agreed with a nod before she started humming as they came to the first set of prisoners. Archer began to kidnap them into his Shadow Realm, where the men and women couldnʼt escape.

All the prisoners who they didnʼt take were scared shitless and sat in the corner of their cells hugging each other, which made the couple laugh. It took them a couple of hours to collect all the scum.

They now stood in the dimly lit cell block, having just dealt with the last of the child abusers. As he surveyed the scene, a man spoke up, his voice shaky as he shifted his gaze between them, ”What are you going to do with those boys?” ”Oh, theyʼll be transformed into some form of monster,” Archer replied, striding toward the cell with a sinister grin. ”My woman here is an expert in necromancy, and sheʼll experiment on him for a while, perfecting the ultimate dead soldiers.” [Drop some powerstones, comments, and gifts to help the novel grow; I appreciate all the support you can give]