Asmodeus glanced at the victor who won the previous auction for a mont before turning his gaze back to the red she-devil who crept a step closer with each bid. 'What's this woman's deal?!' He grumbled, leaning back into the seat.
The auction turned out differently from what he imagined, with communication jamd, and the entire venue protected by an existence that countered his power. Asmodeus found himself trapped between a rock and a hard place.
"Phew~ isn't this a wonderful night to et again, dear?"
Although Funf danced in sync with the other female auctioneers, Asmodeus couldn't help but doubt whether the amount of effort she put in was for him alone.
Her plump hips bounced as she twisted and turned in the most seductive shapes, srising those without sufficient ntal defence.
"Nerim..."
Before the second auction, there was an interlude, as the stage lowered, before other parts rose with the auctioneers on stage pulling back. Replaced by a small group of divas, who sang together.
Without the red beauty and her constant ntal attack, Asmodeus closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm the heat bubbling in his abdon.
Yes, he could resist her illusion, but as creatures who rule over the sa emotion, Lust and seduction.
Funf's attraction to him, and his attraction to her, were almost innate.
To break free, he glanced up to the section where Nerim's seat vanished, barely able to see her face through the cloudy blue crystal.
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anwhile, inside her seat, Nerim's normally gentle and affectionate eyes narrowed with a slight upward lift, like an enraged asura. She observed the lowered stage where Funf drank a glass of red wine.
'This bitch is the one who tried to split us apart!'
There wasn't any evidence, yet, from hearing Asmodeus talk about when he fought the Black Hand Gang and the red-haired auctioneer.
How could Nerim not notice this slut vying for his attention and affection?
Of course, Asmodeus might have misunderstood Funf as being aggressive and trying to attack him, but for a woman who knew those little tricks, looks and subtle movents. Like how she sank her pearly teeth into her lips when leaning close to Asmodeus, and the faint blush each ti he scoffed at her.
Nerim's hands pressed against the crystal; she'd already tried using her divine water to damage or break free to no avail.
'How can sothing this heaven-defying exist?!'
'A strange gem devoured all my divine aura.'
Much like her lover, Nerim couldn't find a thod to escape, and she worried more about the state of Asmodeus. However, she noticed that the divine aura inside her earrings remained fine, ignoring the suction force.
"He looked at with such concern..."
Taking her eyes off Funf, she clenched them tight, picturing his face, the handso face filled with worry and a hint of despair as he reached out for her hand.
How could she not feel a sense of warmth and love at that mont?
When she learned about him being an Emperor with dozens of won, Nerim truly thought she might just be so sort of fling to him.
But when she saw his lips moving as he called out to her.
Which shattered those feelings.
'He called wife.'
That little change of title carried a aning that penetrated her doubtful heart like an armour-piercing arrow.
Nerim's little heart pounded faster when she thought about this. With that, she also discovered the movent and recovery rate of her divine aura increased dramatically whenever she thought of him.
'I see, no wonder people saw Sirens as both witches and divine beauties at the sa ti...'
'An invincible goddess to their husband.'
'A witch to their enemies, and all other n.'
With these thoughts and her rapidly swelling divine aura, she once again leaned towards the side and glanced at the vague red crystal where Asmodeus sat.
She reached out, placing her palm on the cool, smooth surface.
"I'm right here, husband. I'll wait for you to co get ."
"But don't make wait too long, or I will co find you first." Her lips twisted as she began gathering her divine water into the small blue earrings.
At this ti, the lodic song faded, their bodies lowering once again with a deep hum, the warm atmosphere fading for a cool, refreshing breeze.
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"We all hope you enjoyed our little entertainnt!"
"Would you like to see what we have for you all next?"
"It's super special!"
"From the distant continent, a special and unique gift that you might never have seen!" (Funf)
Asmodeus watched the slightly larger stage as all four won stood on the combined circle. This ti, the auction felt different, as there was sothing huge in the centre covered by a glistening black cloth.
"In partnership with a little friend of ours, please feast your eyes on the next products!"
Woosh!
The three auctioneers, except Funf, pulled back the cloth, and a collective gasp spread through the arena.
'Eh?'
Asmodeus froze, his pupils narrowed into tiny dots as his hands crushed the crystal armrests. He visibly shook as the arena filled with cheers and loud shouts from both above and the VIP section.
On the stage, four figures appeared.
Pale skin as if coated in milk, their long ears floppy and pointed, eyes like gemstones shifting from side to side in terror.
Elves.
These were elves from his continent and Ciela's holand!
"Now now now now! Can you see well?!"
"Then, for those who can't let give you a hand, okay~"
With the snap of the auctioneer's fingertips, huge crystal screens ford above Asmodeus and the other VIP booths, and for the low-class seats. On their surface were images of the elves and the auctioneers.
"Well, well, well, it seems you're all excited!"
Funf stepped forward after the other three remained beside the elves, who tried to crawl away, their feet bound by a stake that dug into the floor.
Trapped and terrified, the poor elves stood no chance.
'I have to save them!'
He'd promised his mother-in-law, his wife, and even his daughter!
Ar'Ciela. His beloved wife was a proud elven princess, soone who loved her kind no matter how they looked. To see the elves here, his mind beca chaotic; he envisioned her and his daughters' faces on the slaves.
Asmodeus struggled to regulate his breathing for what seed like an eternity, but on the outside, thanks to his domain, only a fraction of a second passed.
To Funf and others, his lips barely twitched.
Heartless and cold.
But inside his heart, cores and shards burned, completely afla with anger, desperation and pure unbridled fury.
"Then shall we bid on the youngest, freshest catch? This little girl is pure, untouched and can use magic!" Funf continued to introduce the small elven girl, barely a tre tall. "Although young by elven standards, she's almost fifty!" The cruel Arbiter's eyes narrowed into crescents as she pulled the elf closer, forcing her to face the crowd.
Platinum hair, pure blue eyes and a delicate oval face.
'You want to absorb my energy? To force to watch, hahahaha.'
Asmodeus knew from his countless fights that the source of his power, from the first day in this world to the mont he beca a god, ca from a single source.
Rage, Lust and his berserker nature.
With three cores, three shards and a small moon made of pure death energy, could the bastard below endure such power if it poured into him without stopping?
'Then let see just how much you can endure!'
He wouldn't do it instantly, but instead, his eyes shimred gold, and a faint barrier wrapped around Asmodeus. If one took notice of his eyes, hair and lips, they would notice his movents beca at least four tis faster.
A sharp pain spread through his muscles the mont Asmodeus activated his divine domain, but with the sudden burst of abyssal energy, the suction from below halted. Now, for every ten units he gathered in his palm, only two units seeped into the crystal below.
"That's it, good."
The power was his after all.
If he couldn't control it to this level, he'd be embarrassed to face his wives, especially Serena and Lumina, who taught him how to cycle and channel his divine aura.
With a sudden eureka, his eyes opened wide as he t Funf's gaze, he poured abyssal energy into his mind, while retracting the divine aura and tried to speak to Nerim.
'Nerim... can you hear ?'
A fuzzy, screeching echo spread through his head as if soone set an alarm inside his skull.
But he didn't give up and continued to speak.
'I have a plan to deal with the crystal, listen to .'
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Funf's lips curled as she announced the starting price for the elf; she knew of Asmodeus and his true identity now. So when the elf appeared in the auction coffers, she insisted on cleaning them up and auctioning them as a special gift to get the crowd excited.
"Do I have 5000?!"
"6000!"
The effect surpassed her wildest dreams.
She couldn't help but stroke her body, feeling the imnse amount of Lust and desire from the audience, which seeped inside her, growing along with the intensity of her illusion and seduction domains.
'With this amount, will I be able to surpass those fools who underestimate ?!'
Like her, the others grew through troubleso thods, with only Drei having the simple thod of fighting his all, and surviving.
As long as he fought soone who could draw over 50% of his full power, the little sword freak would grow stronger when he recovered.
However, for Funf and Ein, the thods beca overly troubleso.
'But this feeling, it's not even a fraction of his lust.'
She couldn't forget Asmodeus, that single instant where he fell for her illusion and touched her actual body. In that single mont, like a tsunami, his Lust and desire almost devoured her whole.
Thus, she couldn't let him die, let him vanish.
"Well, it seems this little elf is popular! 10,000 Credits!?"
And with her last words, the auction for the youngest elf ended, the pure girl in tears, while Funf's eyes narrowed in delight at the man who raised his hand to bid.
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