Asmodeus wrapped his arms around Vinea and Yumiko, who looked at him with pale, haggard faces. He wondered why they seed so strange and also noticed the corpses from the beach vanished while there were many villagers dressed in rather pretty clothes for commoners.
"Why did you take so long to co back?!" Yumiko's hands cupped his cheeks before she kissed Asmodeus.
Her soft tongue pushed into his mouth, while the sweet taste of her saliva was enough to enrich and awaken him after the long battle with the Apostle of death that escaped. He couldn't help but swallow so of her drool as it seed more delicious than usual.
"Nnnph... are you done, pervert? Save that for the room." Yumiko's cheeks were red as she pulled away, resting her head on his shoulder.
'Hmmm?'
"Lord Asmodeus, we worried you might have got into an accident. Are you truly alright?" Vinea's beautiful eyes watched him, the gold and silver orbs watching for any doubt or problems like a curious cat.
"Eh? Aren't you both overreacting?"
"What?!"
"Asmodeus... you were gone for two days. How dare you say that!"
'What? Two days?'
"No way... I was inside for a few hours at most. Why do you say it's been two days?"
Asmodeus felt confused, although his strength increased, and the battle he endured wasn't nearly as long as they stated. He could feel their sincerity, and the two of them couldn't lie to him like this anyway because he'd know.
'Two days... why?'
[You were fighting them for over twenty hours, but that strange barrier caused the ti to distort.]
[Although it felt like ti was normal for you, it was actually different—because you are a demon lord, so you didn't notice the change. How else do you think enemies of that weakness would cause you trouble?]
'What do you an?'
[Their speed was because they abused the barrier field.]
"Asmodeus, are you alright?" Yumiko's beautiful eyes sparkled with a gentle light. Those red gemstones are sotis like a beast hunting prey. However, right now they were the eyes of a maiden worried for her beloved.
He wrapped the pair tighter and hugged them against his body, enjoying the soft curves and shape of their bodies, but in reality, Asmodeus felt worried. If it happened again, wouldn't the people he cared about be injured or die to those cultists?
"I am alright, Yumiko. Though it seems that for , it was barely a few hours, thanks to you and Serena, I have realised those cultists of death used so kind of barrier to change the flow of ti for their benefit."
Yumiko's eyes widened before they returned to her usual gaze—for a mont, they were filled with bloodlust and craziness that bordered on insanity as she pictured Asmodeus dying or suffering alone in a place she could not reach. "Promise ..."
"Hmm?"
"Promise you'll take next ti and not run ahead, leaving here to worry!" Yumiko's stern voice echoed through the air while she looked up into his eyes with a determined gaze.
'I cannot win against this look. Such a lovely woman is wasted on .'
"Alright, I'll bring you the next ti I fight these cultists."
"And... Vinea, too."
"M-?" The wine-red skin of Vinea shimred in the sunlight as she looked stunned, her nose pressed close to the nape of Asmodeus as she was taking deep breaths, like a pervert.
"Yes, you! It's not fair if I'm the only one going. Who knows what could happen, and who's to say soone might try to ambush us? We should be both there to protect him, right?"
During the two days, Vinea and Yumiko started to bond with his absence. Asmodeus didn't hold so silly idea all his won would get along. He knew that one day, Yumiko's jealousy would overwhelm her kindness. She couldn't keep accepting his won because of it being a beastkin tradition.
'One day, Yumiko will snap, so I have to make it at least so they don't kill each other. A little friendly fighting and sparring is okay, but the mont they try to take the other's life... How could I trust them with children in the future? I hate the thought of my won poisoning each other or their children.'
After speaking with Alan and learning more about nobles, he realised that family wasn't the sa thing to others as it was for him. So, Asmodeus began thinking about how to make the won understand him and avoid having an ending where he lost everything.
"I see, well as long as you both behave and don't fight..."
"Why would we fight? Lady Yumiko is your first wife and has never been disrespectful towards us who ca later."
"Ah~ Vinea, you are so kind... I will never mistreat you!"
Vinea didn't seem to mind this as she saw the pair's relationship as a competition, and she was determined to win. After all, she was a demon hero and princess.
This was sothing she held over everyone else but Liana.
Yumiko was his lover for the longest ti, but Vinea felt confident she could win his affection. Although the beastkin had a stronger connection and would last longer than any other, she was too kind because of her previous life's mories.
'Hmmm, perhaps I should not intervene with this and let them both deal with it on their own. Maybe it will strengthen their bonds and avoid any fights or betrayals later down the line.'
He was no longer a simple human, and his desires were more important than human morals and logic. If he wanted to make them his won, then he would do so.
There was no need to feel guilty; Asmodeus just hated won crying, so he wanted to avoid any fights or upset because he wasn't able to give them all they needed.
'That's why I have yet to cross the line with Ciela... I feel sothing dark is hidden within those gentle green eyes.'
"Asmodeus? Hey, co on!"
"Sorry, Yumiko, I was lost in thought. What did you want to ask?"
"I was asking if you wanted to attend the festival! It starts tonight, but the village celebrations start tomorrow."
"How about you, Vinea? Do you want to see them?" Asmodeus asked, wanting to include everyone.
"I do not mind. However, what is this festival about?"
"The festival is to celebrate our lord's victory. Well, I an, the villagers are also hoping the gods will bless them for the good harvest and protection, although I heard so people were praying for a child to be born... It's a strange festival for sure."
'Ugh... the gods are so strange—whenever I et Serena now, the goddess of Beastkin and a few other lesser gods always tag along and insist on having dinner together while they complain about mundane things...'
[Heh... you love it because they all have amazing bodies!]
'Shut up, Serena... you are the one that gets jealous when I speak with them alone!'
[Lies~ I am a good goddess who is equal and impartial.]
'Damn fake, soone we've got a blasphemous goddess on the loose!'
[I'll curse you~ hehe!]
A cute image of Serena appeared in his mind, causing Asmodeus to feel a sudden urge to beco a godslayer. He found the more he learned about this pure and beloved goddess the more she played tricks and acted like a child.
"Then shall we go get cleaned up and enjoy the festival while we are here? I feel bad for the others, but didn't we earn this with our hard work?"
****
anwhile, as Asmodeus and the two beautiful demons followed him back to the lord's ho.
In a dark temple hovering in the sky, a handso male with black hair and grey eyes sits on a throne made of skulls.
Across from the male kneeling on the ground is a female with her beautiful face ruined by the mark of death. Two snakes and a skull in the centre burned into her flesh like a punishnt.
"So~ you're telling because of a strange male, your plan and all our efforts went to nothing?"
"Y-yes... My Lord. However, do not worry—I have already sent word to the others to execute the remaining Apostles."
phisto grinned as he looked at the girl, finding the marks on her skin hideous and also finding pleasure in the thought that he was the one who forced her to accept the burning iron tongues used to mark her. 'I destroyed that beauty because it's mine~ hahahaha!' He was an insane monster; the gods were supposed to have their emotions limited to avoid disaster.
However... from the mont phisto t Serena, the goddess of darkness, he fell in love, driving him insane after her rejection. The woman kneeling before him shared a slight similarity in the past, a replacent or doll he used to satisfy his dark desires for Serena, but the more he used her. The more her imperfections beca clear, causing him to burn her face in a fit of anger and rage.
"And how was this man?"
"He was very strong, my lord. The mana flowing from his body is unique and doesn't match a human. I could sense the demon blood within him, but even that was different."
"Different?"
'Wait...' phisto's eyes widened, and his hands, grasping his throne, crushed the skulls on the ends. "Tell ... what he looked like!"
"O-one mont."
The beautiful girl rose. Apart from her face, her beauty was enhanced by the marks and symbols on her skin—her naked body was covered in those marks, and a large hole gaped in her chest where the power of the gods was stored.
"I know... I will show you the visions of the past."
The large hole where her heart should be, now filled with the power of death, the god's pure energy that kept her from dying no matter how much she suffered, began to show an image.
He was a handso male with a face beyond even phisto, his ocean sapphire eyes filled with a vibrance and vitality that could match even the goddess of fertility, his demonic appearance with black wings filled with glossy feathers, and the markings covering his exposed upper body, and sharp black horns pointing towards the sky.
It was Asmodeus—however, seeing this person and image of the god of death's face beca bright red, his veins bulging from his forehead.
"It's that bastard... he was supposed to be dead... he died! Astra! Cancel the assassination of other Apostles! Instead, send the oracle that a NEW demon king has been born in the south!
He must die, Astra. This is the most important mission I have given you! This bastard, how dare he covet my woman!"
phisto's eyes beca dull, filled with insanity and obsession, his lips distorted in an eerie smile.
"She's mine, you rat, I will kill you... kill your beloved won and destroy anything you care about!"
The naked apostle could only look down at the wound on her body from his attack, a slight wound which refused to close...
"Understood... Lord phisto."
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