Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

"Your Eminence, the rumours about the demons have spread to the mainland." A bald priest knelt before a handsome male with long silver hair and a pair of golden eyes. This man was the newly crowned pope of the Luminal Church, on the mainland.

After the death of Johan Vidus Pontymare who betrayed the church and became lost in heretic views, this man replaced him as the pope.

"Your Eminence, we should despatch a contingent of Templar Knights at once and—"

"No."

"But why—"

"I am afraid we do not have the luxury to deploy our troops to those islands. The civil war that plagued our kingdom for over a decade is finally coming to an end."

The handsome male leaned across the extravagant throne, his hand glistening with golden light as he reached into the air. "Those barbaric races on the continent let them perish. When they turn and beg for our salvation, we shall take action."

The bald priest could only stare at the newly crowned Pope in shock and disbelief.

The newly appointed pope turned his gaze towards another figure kneeling next to the old bald priest. This time, it was a woman wearing plate armour made of ivory and gold. "What did you say the monster is called?"

"Hah! Your Holiness, the filthy creature was named Asmodeus, a demon of lust and desire!" Her golden hair danced through the air as she lowered her head. Unlike the others inside the Luminal church, her skin wasn't pale and smooth. Rather, it looked as if it was well tanned from exploring under the wild, unrelenting sun.

But this was a blessing for those who believed in the goddess of light, and her new successor.

"A Demon King," The Pope muttered before he turned to face a cardinal who stood nearby him. "Ignore them for now, focus on the people, because of that fool Pontymare. Many of our followers became obsessed with that damned god of death, Mephisto."

"Are you sure, your holiness?" The cardinal's eyes widened upon hearing the Pope's words.

"Yes." The Pope gazed at the giant stained window glass behind his throne, which depicted the beautiful Goddess of Light as she fought against the evil God of Darkness.

He couldn't help but grin and mutter in a barely audible tone. "To think that Lady Lumina has fallen, and a fake tried to usurp her place. No matter how twisted, she was a hero and the goddess who saved our world."

The popes named was: Leonidas Arlentar Visant, the direct descendant of the First Holy Emperor, someone who came from another world.

Unlike Johan, who always seemed to be lost in his own mind or too busy thinking about his 'little experiment', or making profits he actually took care of all the paperwork with a grin glued across his handsome face.

He wasn't corrupt, but realistic. Although the demon king was a danger, Leonidas instead worried about the corrupt nobles and people who fell into vices such as gambling and prostitution.

"Gloria, I want you to take some of your Paladin's and head to the continent."

"Your Holiness?" The tanned knight gasped, curious about why she was being sent away, before the pope began speaking again.

"It is time to clean up this kingdom and regain our lost worshippers, but we cannot forsake the humans who still hold back the great evil in our stead. Though they might not be a part of our great empire. The Grigorian's have never forsaken the light, and even now, their people fall to keep our empire illuminated."

The pope, who grew up listening to the stories of his father and grandfather about the first Emperor, also named Leonidas, from a place called Europa. He could not help but feel a sense of kinship with the kingdom that fought even now.

'This empire once stood on the continent, but fled to this gigantic mainland fearing the demon queen and her bizarre power.'

"Gloria, seek this Asmodeus, and the former hero Alan Grigor and support them in vanquishing the demon queen. To learn the aspirations and desire of the new Demon King, we should not attack, but seek conversation."

The priests and cardinals appeared alarmed, but the Paladin commander, Gloria, seemed delighted. Her eyes glowed. To have received such a mission made her seem excited.

"Yes, Your Holiness!" Her voice echoed through the grand chamber, while the other holy men became sullen and doubtful. The moment she stood up and revealed her abnormal height and muscular figure, they soon winced. Gloria was the descendant of giants and was taller than all men in the empire.

Meanwhile, In the Land of Demons, near where the famed blood war ended.

A vast sea of black crystal shards sparkled under the light of a thousand stars within an expansive cavern, undoubtedly. These shards were all that remained of the demon queen.

Hidden in the darkness, a figure sat on a black crystal carved into a throne, her two horns piercing through the night and glowing against the reflection of the gems and crystals.

She could smell it—the stench of human flesh. The putrid scent, which was just a small whiff was enough to stir her from a deep slumber. She focused on the figure that slowly drew closer toward the makeshift crystal throne.

"Don't move." Her soft yet deadly tone reverberated through the silent crystal cavern. "Who dares set foot inside my realm?"

Silence followed as she saw a figure appear in front of the large cave entrance, surrounded by dense dark purple miasma. This miasma blocked out all view of what stood beyond this area.

"Oh, I didn't mean to enter without permission. Allow me to apologise." The figure chuckled, and soon a shadowed form knelt on one leg before bowing its head.@@novelbin@@

A death knight, created from the corpse of a fallen warrior, and an eternal servant to the demon queen.

"Tell me, what has happened." Her voice low, distorted and warped as if more than one person spoke at a time. It was clear that the one seated on the crystal throne was not fully formed nor complete.

The Death Knight slowly lifted his head and gazed into the shadows that concealed his master. His lifeless eyes flashed a bright green, giving the dead knight an unnatural glow that cut through the darkness.

"The enemy has taken another city."

"I see, our foes are stronger than I first thought." She stood up; her slender body came into view. Every step made a slight clinking noise against the cold floor. Her body was covered in crystals that stuck out in random directions. Her face looked incomplete, yet carried a beauty unrivalled.

"What of this rumoured, Demon King?" Her lips twitched, her eyes glistening upon speaking, as if the words 'demon king' excited her emotionless face.

It was the only moment she appeared to be alive.

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"He is heading north, with the hero of the humans." The death knight answered before returning its head down. "He doesn't have an army… or followers—"

"He does, there are many women around him, each one worth thousands of humans, but yes, he lacks a proper army."

"What do you propose we should do? You are weak…" The death knight asked, sounding confused by the demon queens' behaviour.

"Weak? If gaining sentience and no longer being a monster driven by my desire to feed and consume is weak, then so be it." The demonic woman waved her hand dismissively. "What is important, we need to make a choice, to meet this so-called king, or to continue the way we have done, gaining nothing!"

Her tongue licked her full and enticing lips, and though she wore little clothes, except for the crystals covering most of her body.

"I will get 'Her' help." The demon queen gazed back to a strange building, sealed with holy sigils and various traps. "The succubus queen would never turn down the chance to seduce a demon king, right?"

From the moment she awakened, the world seemed dull and empty.

The moment that strange male killed the first Abomination, that's when the demon queen awakened after she touched his soul.

A burning desire, seething inside, drove her to madness, wanting to know who the man made her feel this way.

His scent, taste and atmosphere familiar, nostalgic and almost identical, as if he might be the missing piece to her unfinished puzzle, or so her instincts whispered into the void.

While the humans fought for control over their cities, and countries, the demons appeared to be passive.

In fact, they did nothing. Only one thing was known, as far as she could tell, was that the remaining abominations didn't follow the order from her now.

Rather from that moment, when her obsession changed from 'hunger' to 'curiosity' the abominations and thousands of demons rebelled.

They started to rampage, heading to the west, south and east.

While the demon queen, who suddenly evolved, becoming weaker and more delicate after losing her outer shell… remained in this crystal cove, restoring her powers.

However, Alan and Asmodeus had no clue that the demon queen they both knew was long gone after hundreds and thousands of years… she evolved, breaking free of her confines, gaining sentience and a will of her own.

The danger of their plan, now much greater.

Meanwhile, in Grimholt, as the evening set in, a mysterious figure squatted on the railing outside Asmodeus's room, a pair of horns and tail flicking in the midnight sky.

"Riel… do I really have to do this?"

(If you don't approach him now, then something terrible might happen.)

A succubus faced a dilemma!