Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

Asmodeus recovered after a few moments.

The voice vanished, but his chest felt like something vanished, an emptiness that he couldn't explain. A few moments passed after Sariel's eyes returned to their original colour, but then she collapsed, falling forward with a limp body.

"Asmodeus, help me." The soft voice of Sariel sounded normal to Asmodea and Alice. However, Asmodeus noticed the tone was Riel's and rushed forward, catching her.

"Phew…" He couldn't help but become doubtful of the situation.

'This cannot be a coincidence, what's happening to us?'

Ever since he killed that bizarre abomination, that voice wouldn't leave him alone. He didn't mind at first, because it only affected him, but now it seemed to have affected Sariel, which irritated him.

"Sariel, wake up."

Asmodeus shook her body, his eyes showing a rare gentle shape, while Alice and Asmodea backed off, knowing when to give space to their sisters.

Although jealous, they couldn't help but watch the scene with concerned faces.

"Do you think she'll be okay, Alice?" A soft voice tinged with worry.

"Asmodea, do you think our man would let anything go wrong?" Alice trusted Asmodeus much more than in the past. She observed him always waiting and only accepting his courtship when she realised his true nature.

"Nn… Asmodeus…"

"Oh? She's waking up."

"Shh!"

The moment her pink eyes flicked open, Asmodeus could sense the difference in her clear eyes lacking something, but didn't know what.

"It's okay, everything will be okay, Sariel."

"No, it's not! Riel is gone… I cannot feel her any more." This worried Asmodeus who hugged her tightly, knowing that without Riel, Sariel's soul wasn't protected or complete.

'What happened to her soul. Did the demons find where she was sealed?!'

Asmodeus couldn't focus, his mind racing on how to help Sariel, who hugged his chest with teary eyes, like a newborn cat seeking a mother.

"What do I do, master? Riel's gone, did she grow tired of me?" The bizarre image of the light blue skinned succubus in her demon form crying with a runny nose caught him off guard.

However, the only thing that Asmodeus could link this to was the voice that sounded.

'I need to meet Alan, he must have further instructions about this.'

His thoughts were that the hero who fought against that monster several times might know about her methods of attack.

'Maybe there will be documentation in Grigor…'

"Don't worry, Sariel I will make everything okay, so don't cry."

"Mhh… Really?"

Sariel gazed up at Asmodeus and saw his confident smile that had an uncanny effect of lifting anyone's mood. She considered it to be her weakness, making her this useless and seeking his comfort. Sariel leaned on his body.

Wrapped in his chest, Sariel closed her eyes… calling out to Riel, hoping she might respond or be able to hear her. Asmodeus was considering visiting the Beast Empire before he returned to Grigor.

Meanwhile, in the northern area of Grigor Alan stood atop the newly built stone walls, his handsome face now marred with a deep wound across his left eye and cheek, a scar that would never heal.

Alan knew his power paled compared to whatever entity gave him such an injury. Because of his wounds, he became more serious than ever about defeating the monster that they named Abaddon.

'Ryuji, how much longer do I need to wait… today fifteen people died.'

He never stopped waiting for his best friend, hoping that the months they spent apart allowed him to grow like Alan expected. Alan grumbled on the wall, while keeping a hand on his sword, no matter what.

"You better meet my expectations after making my sister and little nieces your women!"

Suddenly, a pair of knights in light armour jogged towards him from the keep. Both of them looked exhausted, with sweat pouring down their cheeks.

"Your Grace! There has been movement in the fold!"

The moment he heard their words, Alan's hand clenched his sword, showing a dark look and speaking through his lips. "How many did we lose?"

A knight lowered his head, clenching his fist, unable to control his emotions, he cried out:

"Over 10 souls perished from an unknown number of Demons! They are holding the enemy back as we speak!" The knights knew how hard Alan fought for them. The knights who served in this recaptured city inside the demon territory praised and worshipped Alan for his sacrifices.

'Damn it!'

Although he showed a powerful and strong exterior, but his heart shrivelled with each battle, each loss. His power grew slowly without the full blessing of a hero, unlike the demons who absorbed every human soul within reach. A piece of himself vanished when he thought about those who lost their lives because of him.

'Today… how many will I lose?'

"Call the First Brigade, order them to ready the horses, let us ride out and save our brothers."

Both knights turned around and saluted him.

"Yes, sir!"

Just like Asmodeus, he too didn't want to sacrifice anything, which weighed heavily upon his soul when forced to do so.

'It's all for Grigor… right?'

The only solace and place he could rest was in the arms of his fiancée and future wife, but he refused to tie the knot before Asmodeus returned. However, Asmodeus hadn't answered his letters since vanishing months prior.

'Ryuji, I don't know if I can keep doing this any longer… my heart is dried, like a raisin.'

His exhaustion visible from the golden hairs that started turning grey, along with his face pale with dry skin. Alan looked like butter scraped to thinly over toast.

'Please hurry.' He prayed to his best.

Although once doubtful of his best friend's ability to help, now he became the only hope in Alan's heart.

Alan slowly equipped his battle armour, prepared his steed and gazed at the stone faces of his knights, exhausted and running on fumes. He gripped his reins and understood his limits without being a hero.

'Ryuji, I never realised fighting without a goddess behind me would be so hard, haha.'

Back in the elven empire, the restorative efforts were under way, with the Empress and Princess Orina and Runa helping, using their special magic to add fire resistance to the building materials, hoping it wouldn't happen again.

"How is Sariel doing?" Princess Runa asked Ciela, who sat beside her, as the three princesses ate together.

'Did Runa make friends with Sariel?' Ciela wondered.

"She's become a little affectionate and clingy towards darling, but he doesn't blame her, haa~ that means that we cannot complain about it."

"Oh, but she seems to be doing better over the past few days." The moment Princess Orina commented, Ciela smiled bitterly, explaining that it's not true.

"I think she only pretends, I don't blame her though, Asmodeus said she lost something extremely precious."

'Sariel isn't coping well at all…'

Ciela saw it several times, when alone or with Asmodeus she would break down, or become angry and snap back at him. Although she had grown more erratic since that day.

"This morning, she even became upset because I used all the water to bathe."

Hearing that, Runa nodded while Orina sighed.

"It seems that you'll be leaving soon, sister." Orina twirled her blonde hair while gazing at Ciela with a curious glance.

"It seems that way, Asmodeus wishes to return to Grigor, and learn more about that abomination that attacked the outpost, but I worry something big will happen when we do."

"What makes you say that, Lady Ciela?" Orina asked curiously.

The royal family of elves had the ability of divination in the past, but currently it dwindled because of bloodlines thinning. She would rather not rule out Ciela's premonition, as the elven species had an extraordinary link with the spiritual world.

However, Ciela shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head.

"Don't mind me, Princess Orina, it is merely a premonition and I hope it won't come to fruition."

Since the group started preparing to leave, Alice and Velvet spent a lot of time with Erika and Vinea while training with each other.

Both Vinea and Erika learned a great deal, but the brutal training from these two women made their bodies ache, and bruises build up after the past week.

"Do you think Asmodeus is alright?" Vinea asked, while sipping on an iced water and leaning back, covered in sweat after training.

"I'm not sure, Sariel has always been someone special to him." Velvet tapped the table while letting out a sigh.

"I thought the situation would be fixed by now, do you know what is wrong?" Erika asked while wiping some sweat from her brow and took a sip from a glass of iced fruit juice.

"No idea because Asmodeus won't tell us, he's really protective of that succubus." Alice complained, while wrapping her arm with bandages.

"…"

The situation for the women who loved Asmodeus became a little awkward because of Sariel taking a lot of his time. Despite this, they didn't hate her. But wanted to know more about what happened and if they could help.

Only one person kept quiet during this discussion, Asmodea.

She watched the three talking among themselves, but because she adored Asmodeus a little too much. She couldn't help but want to know more about Sariel and why he was always clinging to her recently.

'Should I just ask him?'

There were many issues building around the two groups, but for now, everything seemed fine.

Inside his personal room, Sariel's tail curled around the bedpost like a vine, gripping it as she stared out the window in silence, while sitting on Asmodeus' lap.

"We'll be leaving soon, I promise to find Riel for you." Asmodeus whispered while stroking her silky pink hair. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

"Nn, I hope she is okay."

Although Asmodeus seemed fine, he suffered intense nightmares each night as the voice of that abomination spoke to him, trying to learn more about him. Each time, it seemed more intelligent and asked more sophisticated questions.