Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

A few hours later, the campsite was abuzz with activity as the Demon Knights and Human Knights mingled. Though many of the knights wondered what lingered under their helmets, the demon knights, a force of all females, were taller than most men, causing them to seem imposing.

However, the moment they removed their helmets, the knights gasped.

Frozen, as if a beam of light had spread through the camp, when all the beautiful women appeared, their long pointy ears twitching and their red eyes scanning the crowd.

"Wow…"

"Look at her."

"Damn, she's gorgeous."

"Hey, look at that one!"

"These foolish men, why are they so weak?" Fredricka, the captain of the demon knights with blonde hair, muttered, causing the men to grumble and hurt their pride.

"Hah, who do you think you are? We might be human, but we won't lose to a bunch of women!"

"Yeah!"

"Come on, let's see what you got!"

Fredricka smirked as she unsheathed her sword, ready to take on any challengers.

"Come on then, you weaklings, I'll show you the difference between us."

As the two armies clashed in friendly competition, Alan and Asmodeus sat on a comfortable chair made with pillows, sipping wine while gazing at the demon empire's beautiful night sky. Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

"We finally came this far," Alan muttered.

"Yeah… I never expected it to happen so fast."

"How did you manage to get these knights to follow you, Alan?"

"Heh, that's a secret. But don't worry, these guys won't betray us."

"Good, it seems you struggled."

"The moment we stepped into the lands, all hell broke loose, as if they were waiting for humans to show."

"I see."

Asmodeus closed his eyes for a moment. The journey he faced seemed quite different from Alan's struggle. He slowly opened his eyes, wondering if the monsters didn't attack them because of their demonic aura.

"How many did you lose?"

He might not have paid attention to loss in the past, but after taking over the orc's citadel and village. Asmodeus came to understand, even the smallest loss could spiral into an uncontrollable situation out of your hand.

'I should thank Serena for all my luck so far.'

Alan's eyes dimmed for a brief moment, before he sipped on the cheap ale with a bitter grin on his lips. "Four hundred, at least… if we count during my time at Grimholt, it's over four thousand, and that's a positive estimate."

To Asmodeus the numbers didn't register at first, because he knew of world wars where tens of millions died and thousands would die each day. His mind and emotions dulled further because of his race not viewing human life as important.

Yet, he could still remember his time as a human.

'I see, Alan must have suffered.'

"You've worked hard, the people of Grigor fought harder, brother-in-law."

"Ryuji…"

Alan paused for a moment, his cheeks red from the ale. The sound of his men merrily cheering helped his heart rest. However, he noticed what Asmodeus called him, and his eyes widened. The sudden peace faded.

"Y-You, I told you not to touch my sister!"

"Haha~ well, it just happened, your sister is too charming."

Asmodeus tried to make the conversation as light-hearted as possible—otherwise, Alan might start a Hero versus Demon King war right here and now.

"Ryuji!"

The blond duke's face scrunched up with veins bulging from his forehead. He grabbed for his sword, only to find another mug of ale. In the distance, Sariel floated in the air with Alan's sword, turning back to give a thumb up to her Master Asmodeus.

'Good work Sariel!' Asmodeus complimented her in his mind, while turning his attention to the human duke, who started drinking heavily.

"Y-You already took my cute nieces… damn brute—my lovely Alice is gone forever!"

"Oh? I didn't know you loved your sister this deeply."

Asmodeus couldn't help but smile at Alan, although he seemed angry.

That was fine.

He wanted his best friend to let out all his troubles, sorrows, and frustrations here so he could accept them. If a few punches were all it took to be with Alan's nieces and sister, he would accept thousands of them.

"Don't laugh at me, Ryuji!"

"Sorry, brother… Accept my apology, but even if I were to be reborn, I would still fall for them."

"Eh?" Alan's hand trembled with the slosh of ale.

Alan's swaying gaze lifted to observe his annoying demon friend, before he narrowed his blurred eyes into a thin glare.

"You love them right, it's not just for fun—you'll adore them, care for them and help them when in need, right?"

The low tone sounded sober and clear, Alan's blue eyes shimmering in the campfire's flickering embers while he stared at Asmodeus.

'This might be the first time.'

'No, maybe he tried back in Grimholt. Alan's worried, well, I can't blame him when I've got so many women around me.'

Asmodeus sucked in the warm, chalky air and returned Alan's stare, his azure eyes shimmering with an eerie glow, then his lips parted. A low, raspy voice followed, "I love them, I love Alice, Anne and Linea. However, I cannot speak for human sincerity. I shall never forsake or let them suffer alone and aim to fulfil all their dreams and desires."

A gust of wind swept through the camp, flickering the fire.

The surrounding knights continued to party and enjoy themselves, a brief respite.

Yet around Asmodeus and Alan all sound vanished.

Only silence remained, their gazes fixed on the two figures seated by the fire.

"Is that so…"

Alan broke eye contact, staring down at the ale in his cup.

"I see… I see." The first world, like a whisper, reassuring himself… followed with more confidence. He gulped the cheap ale, swigging an entire cup, nothing like the duke of a kingdom.

"Then, brother. I look forward to fighting beside you." Alan's lips curled into a grin, his serious atmosphere like a joke as he became playful once more.

Asmodeus couldn't help but chuckle at Alan's change.

"Yeah, I look forward to it as well, brother."

The two men clinked their cups together, enjoying the night under the stars.

Tonight might have been the last night of true peace that Asmodeus and Alan saw for a long while. Even when the humans drank themselves into oblivion, Asmodeus remained sober, his demonic mana constantly washing his system and keeping his mind clear.

'The enemy will strike tonight, and strike hard they shall.'

However, he didn't expect the human knights to fight.

Asmodeus brought the Demon knights for that reason—otherwise he could have flown to meet Alan much sooner. Because the citadel was too far to reach, he could only fight here, in the dead wastes. A place where humans struggled to survive.

'But, I can't risk losing any more lives.'

Asmodeus knew he had to win this battle without losing a single life. It wasn't easy to gain the trust of humans, especially being the thing they likely feared since they were a child.

"Rest easy, Alan."

He patted his good friend's shoulder, watching him collapse onto the wooden seat. Maybe meeting Asmodeus would allow the tired duke to get some rest.

'I should show him what his faith and trust is worth.'

In the distance, dark creatures lingered, hidden in the cracks, crawling, sneaking, stalking. They were ready to attack at any moment, but they held back.

They waited.

Waited for the signal to go.

That signal was obviously the moment the human knights became too drunk to fight.

"Demon Knights! Wipe them out."

Asmodeus laced the ale with a special potion, something created thanks to the help of Ciela, Sariel and Velvet. A special elixir that would not only put humans into a deep sleep but also reinvigorate them and restore their bodies, minds, and wounds in a ten-hour sleep window.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The beautiful women who drank and entertained the guests earlier now stood straight, clad in black armour like beasts from hell. They faced the small, distorted monsters. A mutated relative of the imp, a pathetic goblin class monster. But even the weakest monster could kill a human, oh so simply.

However, these women were no mere humans.

Each one was a powerful demon, capable of wielding magic and physical strength far beyond the realm of humanity. The blood of a demon king made them strong, and the blood of a demon emperor surpassed that strength further.

The demons drew their swords and spears one by one, forming a pristine shield wall that covered the campsite. No matter where the enemy attacked, they prepared themselves well.

"Archers, release your arrows!"

Fredricka commanded, her voice echoing through the night.

The archers responded swiftly, unleashing a barrage of arrows that whistled through the air. Darkness meant nothing to the demon knights, whose eyes glowed a faint gold during combat, allowing them to see perfectly in the pitch-black wasteland.

The arrows found their marks, striking down dozens of the approaching monsters. But there were hundreds more, and they kept coming, undeterred by the loss of their brethren.

Their attack was relentless, and they charged with reckless abandon.

Asmodeus watched the battle unfold with a cold expression. He knew these monsters were nothing compared to the true threat lurking in the shadows.

"Sariel keep Alan safe."

He didn't fight against the orcs, but this time an enemy lingered that could at least give him a pleasant warm-up after drinking the cheap ale.

"Come, filthy creature."

Asmodeus gripped the air before a massive black axe flickered and appeared in his grasp. The next moment, he struck towards the darkness.

His axe sliced through the air, before a wet splatter sprayed across the ground.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

A hideous scream erupted from the shadows, revealing a grotesque figure that was twice the size of Asmodeus.

"There you are, come. The lot of you fight me!"

Dozens of red eyes shone in the darkness, fixated on Asmodeus.