Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

Bang—!

She jumped back to avoid it; however, Asmodeus turned into a black streak before appearing and kicking the dagger-wielding woman toward the ground.

Her face morphed into shock and irritation.

"AAAAAH!!"

She tried to correct herself while cursing at the demon King, who launched a second kick toward her stomach. The force caused her organs to rupture before blood flew from her lips.

Asmodeus didn't bother looking at her anymore before turning to face the black-haired male with hair cut short to the shoulders, covering his ears.

"How dare you!"

The male lunged at him, three metres closed instantly, with a scythe floating behind his head. Suddenly, it morphed into a long sword and appeared in his hand as he lunged at the demon King.

Clank—!

Sparks flashed as the metal weapons collided, pushing back the swordsman, whose legs dug into the ground from the weight.

"FIlthy Demon!"

A look of madness filled the male's eyes, black with no colour, empty, like death itself. Yet, he looked almost happy that Asmodeus stood before him.

"Demons are evil, vile creatures that only know how to corrupt the land. You! Their King are even worse! Your time has come! You will become nothingness by my hands today!"

In a moment, a scythe formed, causing the black-haired male to smirk. He gripped it tightly before a faint purple hue spread out across his entire body. Cracks spread out across the surrounding area, and the dirt blew apart, revealing a black bottomless pit underneath his feet.

'It's like darkness itself has taken hold of him...'

'What is that strange black pit... each step he takes seems to corrupt the land!'

"Help me kill him, Alin!" He called out, lunging with his longsword and scythe. He released a flurry of attacks.

Each thrust was precise, and every swing was about to injure Asmodeus. However, this opponent he fought had already defeated a demigod and the pope of Death himself, although with the element of surprise and luck at the time.

"Tsk!"

Clang—!

Asmodeus felt the black-eyed male's strength was much greater than a normal human, while the speed of the female was close to Baku's. Yet he felt something from that strange purple mist that seemed to lower his speed, make his mind function slower.

'Damn this isn't normal, why are they both able to manipulate the surroundings, are their weapons divine weapons?'

A burst of wind shot past Asmodeus, his eyes widening as the female seemed to have recovered despite him rupturing her heart and lungs. She looked unfazed as her daggers tore through the air, rapidly stabbing at his face.

Shing—!

BANG—!

His greatsword clashed with both enemies at once, causing cracks to spread beneath their feet. The female, now named Alin, smirked before her eyes glowed purple.

'It's the same skill that woman used in the cave!'

In a flash, the two vanished into a dark mist, causing Asmodeus to focus his power, gaze and attention. A thick red, demonic aura spread from him. Demonic energy was thicker than magic or mana, giving a foreboding aura that killed weak monsters or forced them into submission.

Bang!

The mist turned into arrows flying at him like a sea of darkness. Asmodeus sliced through all of them before the pair appeared, and his blade struck the ground. A scythe to his right and daggers stabbing to his left.

Shing—!

He disappeared from above them, appearing to overtop the pair with his greatsword raised high. He slammed down and roared.

"Humph..." Asmodeus yelled as his sword descended.

BOOM—!!

Black, red and purple flames engulfed the trio, creating a black burning pillar rising into the sky. "Don't underestimate me, you freaks!" Asmodeus watched the duo fly back, their bodies burning with smoke while coughing.

"This monster is fucking crazy... Elin!" The female called the male's true name for the first time.

'Are these names their codenames? Who knows... but they are annoying... I can hear the clashing of swords and magic explosions in the distance.'

Asmodeus gazed to the north; he could sense the mana of his many lovers clashing with a powerful divine force. 'That fucking POPE!'

He looked at Elin and Alin and held his greatsword across his waist with both hands.

"Looks like it's about time we finish our battle... What do you think?" He smirked evilly as his body burned with bright red flame.

A flame created from blood is the image that Asmodeus always remembers when thinking about himself and his power. The blood he spilt as a berserker. His nature was to spill blood to protect the ones he loved.

Thus, the blood-coloured flame became the colour of his demonic energy. In addition, his love for a specific someone fuelled the brightness and warmth.

CRA-BO-O-M!!!

Suddenly, a purple column of lightning shot into the sky, followed by massive bursts of lightning falling in all directions, cracking apart the earth itself.

"Velvet?"

Asmodeus thought it was strange; Velvet shouldn't be fighting. None of the groups followed her... Or did they trick him like he did with the knights?

The answer came a moment later when a black pillar burst out and shattered the lightning.

'Shit... the pope is after group two!'

"Hahah don't take your attention away!"

Slash—!

A black scythe cut open the chest of Asmodeus, followed by the metal pole smashing into his abdomen, sending his body flying.

"Gah!!!"

His back slammed against a large tree and caused it to shatter into pieces. The next moment, Alin rushed up in an instant and stabbed with her dagger, plunging it into Asmodeus' throat. A thick mist of smoke filled the surrounding area. "Stupid male!"

"Hrrk...!"

'Bitch!'

Without acknowledging the pain, his left fist shot out and, like a rocket, impacted her stomach, snapping several bones. Alin's eyes widened as her body bent over his fist and then shot off into the forest. Blood exploded from her mouth as she flew, hitting branches and tree trunks.

The next moment, he pointed in her direction, a bloody red ball of magic forming instantly. Then, with a cracking explosion, it burst out in a beam that penetrated her heart.

'Humph stupid bitch.'

Asmodeus ripped the dagger from his neck with little effort, turning his attention towards Elin. This man didn't seem bothered at all, holding a sinister grin.

'This isn't going well... We are at a disadvantage.'

"You... killed Alin..."

Elin froze, staring at where she had disappeared, seemingly unable to comprehend what happened.

"Argh..."

A grunt of pain left Asmodeus as blood dripped from the wound, causing the man to snap out of it. His head snapped to look at Asmodeus with murderous rage, filling his empty eyes.

"You filthy demon! I'm going to kill you slowly... crush your eyes... snap your bones, and smash your organs." Suddenly, he vanished into the shadows once more, and his entire body became black.

'Where will he come from...'

Asmodeus gripped his sword and readied himself to launch his sword at any moment.

'It has been a long time since I felt such excitement in my heart.' Asmodeus clenched his teeth, breathing deeply before closing his eyes.

'I shall trust in you, dear weapon.'

Snap...

"Ah!!!" He lunged backwards while raising his blade; however, Elin was quicker this time, using both weapons in conjunction to slice his chest.

Shing—!

Clank—!!

A sword and scythe struck violently against Asmodeus's weapon, pushing back his blade before sliding off the weapon entirely.

Elin launched a barrage of attacks that sent sparks flying each time they clashed with his own. Each attack was violent, vicious, and deadly.

Bloodlust radiated from the man as he wielded both sword and scythe at once. In addition, his face morphed into pure insanity. His veins bulged and pulsated as if his body would explode at any moment.

"This kid... Tsk!"

The sword twisted and flipped as he tossed it in the air and used his scythe alternating attacks. Elin roared and then swiped his longsword horizontally to cut open the demon king's throat.

"ARGH!!! DIE YOU EVIL DOG!!"

But the boy didn't understand he wasn't a true threat.

Asmodeus was using him... devouring the divine power he used to create the mist. When it first happened, it seemed strange. So, the Pope thought it was just sheer luck. Yet, thanks to the ritual and Baku, Asmodeus learned he could devour the power of others, even the divine magic given to other Apostles.

"Shut up!"

Asmodeus yelled, watching as Elin's eyes grew wide with madness, unleashing his mightiest attack, which combined the sword and scythe to form a halberd.

His weapon glowed purple as he raised it high above his head and slammed it down.

However...

"Eh?!"

The purple glow faded, and a black greatsword thrust forward, piercing the heart of the young male. Blood exploded as Elin coughed violently, and his blood oozed down the blade.

"Guh... uh... Cough..." Crimson life essence spewed from his lips, dying his clothes. He looked around in panic before meeting his enemy's gaze.

"Why... how?" Asmodeus pulled his blade free, ripping out a chunk of the male's insides with it.

"My job is done here. Those that dare to threaten my woman will die."

Elin stood but then collapsed to the ground. He took a moment to glance to the left before sighing.

"M....Mephisto.... why.... your power.... why is it gone.... Did you abandon us...?!"

The boy began to claw his face while choking on blood, unable to understand that the longer the fight drew on, the stronger Asmodeus became.

Asmodeus showed no emotion or regret. Instead, he smiled, now full of power.

'It will take some time for the divine power to settle...'

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