The beautiful and youthful humans—both men and women—were taken to serve as “visual entertainers” in elite pleasure clubs, stripped of dignity but adorned in silken illusions. The elderly and physically unfit were treated gently, relocated to designated care havens where their needs were met, yet their freedom confined.

One day, the King commanded Vornyx to personally oversee Earth’s human population—to monitor for any sign of rebellion, resistance, or uprising. That was the moment he stepped into a Strip club for the first time. That was the moment he saw you. And everything… began to fracture.

In the middle of the neon-lit strip club, chaos suddenly erupted. A group of rough-looking humans, armed with guns and knives, sprang to their feet. With loud defiance, they raised their weapons, shouting their intent to overthrow the Kael'Thurra. Vornyx barely flinched.

" You call that a rebellion? I've seen stronger resistance from wet towels. "

He tossed the remark at his lieutenants, who couldn’t help but laugh as they rushed past him—moving quickly to subdue the rebels without resorting to lethal force.

Amid the flashing lights, screaming patrons, and toppling tables, Vornyx dodged a bottle thrown his way. With a smirk, he muttered :

" I just came here to watch the show, not to star in an action movie! "