Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

"What was that attack!?"

The Grand Duke of the Empire slammed his desk, their attack forced to a halt after fourteen of the warships he brought sank, with another ten suffering massive damage to their hull needing immediate repairs.

"How could those inerior dogs have someone able to channel a gods energy!?"

"Your Grace..."

A smartly dressed man with a monocle bowed to the Grand Duke, who became half enraged at his thoughts, crushing various items and throwing them into the air.

"Levin, am I foolish... did I make a mistake by taking our fleet to conquer the foolish criminals?"

The Empire called the people who lived on the continent criminals and monsters.

All because the woman who formed Grigor.

A woman banished by her family, who were a noble house in the Empire.

She escaped their assassination attempt and survived thanks to the mercenaries who came with her, and then she made contact with the barbaric humans who lived on the land in smaller tribes.

With a single goal, to defeat the Demon Queen for her pardon and freedom, she united the tribes one by one with her prowess and power.

However, the Mainland doubted and feared her keeping that much power.

It wasn't known to most in the Mainland that the Grigor royal family hailed from the now Imperial royal family; instead, their heritage is insulted and referred to as cursed.

"No, Your Grace. There was no way you could have known they had such an evil and unholy weapon at their disposal."

The grand duke slammed his fist, breaking through the table as the wood shattered and cracked under the weight of his blow.

"My arm will never recover!"

"It seems so. I did a full inspection of your grace, the arm will remain weak and almost paralyzed at the best. Even the best healers on the ship couldn't make sense of the change."

"The hack said that someone stole my power, as if something devoured and left my arm empty... How foolish!" The man laughed. A twisted and distorted laugh, nothing normal. "How does one suited to become an emperor lose to this? Such foolishness..."

He pulled a sword and placed it against his shoulder. "I can make do with one arm."

Levin panicked.

"YOUR GRACE!?"

The Butler rushed at him in a panic.

But he stopped as the Grand Duke's body erupted with a massive glow of purple energy. His eyes turned bright violet, and a black shadow wrapped around him as the sword slashed. Instead of blood pouring from his body...

A strange blood-red light appeared deflecting his blow...

The Grand Duke's eyes became bloodshot, and he growled, trying to cut through the barrier. "Fall! Break!" Yet the barrier ignored him, growing stronger and stronger, almost as if the arm wasn't his anymore.

Clang!

"Damn it... Levin what is this!?" He tossed his sword to the ground, and the Grand Duke collapsed into his seat. "How could I... Darius Kaiser, the Grand Duke of the Empire lose to a mere monkey on an island!?"

"The power that attacked us wasn't normal..."

"It was a power like mine..." He rubbed his arm, glaring at it with disgust. "This filthy thing is trying to curse me... that blasted arm."

He leaned back and took a deep breath, with his lips frothing and chest racing. The Grand Duke suddenly transformed; he became calm and without emotion. "Levin, we will resume the attack in ten days. Recruit and pull as many people from the Mainland as you can; we will destroy this filthy continent."

"Yes your Grace... should we pull the reinforcements of the Heroes?"

"Heroes?"

"The Twelve Heroes of the Empire will surely help greatly. Your Grace."

The Grand Duke's eyes flashed a dark purple. "Are you stupid? Do you think that those twelve would ever follow my lead? They are just the Emperor's dogs."

He chuckled and looked up towards the sky.

"But you are right... Maybe I should speak to my dear Uncle and find out if they can help me.

Levin watched in silence as the Grand Duke's fingers twitched erratically, his violet gaze flickering with unstable power.

Though the violent outburst had passed, the tension in the room remained heavy. The fractured desk was a symbol now—of power lost, and rage caged.

Darius Kaiser, Grand Duke of the Empire, muttered lowly as his black-gloved hand gripped a flask of golden liquid. He drained it in a single swallow, wiping his mouth before speaking again.

"No matter what that thing was… it proved one thing."

Levin dared a step closer. "And what is that, Your Grace?"

"That my enemies have finally caught up to me. Maybe even surpassed me."

"Finally, a challenge... haha....hahahaha!"

Kaiser stood again, this time slower, steadier.

Despite the crippled state of his right arm, his body still radiated raw dominance—his towering frame pulsing with corrupted imperial mana.

"They've forgotten," he said coldly. "Forgotten who carved out the western provinces with nothing but a blade and a slave army. Forgotten who quelled the Beastkin Revolt in three days. Forgotten the blood I poured into this land…"

He gazed at the window, which faced the western continent with a dirty, scornful gaze.

"Those filthy animals."

He turned to the shattered window, looking out over the warships docked in emergency formation.

"…And so I'll remind them. What it means to be slaves."

Levin adjusted his monocle. "I have already sent ravens to the Mainland. We've begun conscripting battle mages, siege crews, alchemical units—"

"I want demons too," Kaiser interrupted.

Levin blinked. "Pardon, Your Grace?"

"I don't care if we have to sign pacts with the Deep Void itself. I want soldiers who don't fear death. Who enjoy it. If Grigor has gods... then I will become the Devil."

His damaged arm twitched violently.

"Prepare a letter for my Uncle. Tell him I require an audience with the Imperial Court... and access to the vaults beneath Caelus Hall."

Levin inhaled sharply. "The Black Vaults, sir? Those haven't been touched in—"

"In decades, I know," the Grand Duke snarled. "But since they can wound me like this, it should be enough for the Emperor to feel a fire under his ass. That cowardly Uncle of mine will grant access."

He looked at his sword, still buzzing faintly with the blood-red residue of the failed strike. "Something in this world has reawakened. If I cannot crush that bastard with and army... 'll bury him using a divine tool from one of those old corpses."

Levin bowed deeply.

"And what of the Twelve Heroes?"

Kaiser gave a sardonic grin.

"We'll see if the Emperor sends his lapdogs. If not… I may unleash my hounds."

He turned once more to the wreckage of his war table.

"Ten days," he repeated. "That's how long the mongrels have to celebrate."

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Asmodeus POV

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Baltimore looked different... in the few days their party left, it seemed Serena and the other women worked harder than he thought possible. The air shifted from the previous gloom and now carried a bright and more crisp feel. People stood on the streets, working, trading and even some children playing.

Asmodeus stepped into the city, the massive walls humming with dozens of mana crystals and the defensive magic. Stood atop them were dozens of demon knights and other races holding longbows and swords.

The moment his foot touched the reinforced blackstone path, horns blared in the distance, and the knights all turned to face him.

"Our King has returned!"

"The King!?"

"Oh! Hero!"

Above the city walls, banners rippled in the wind. The Demon Empire's sigil—his sigil—now glowed with divine gold woven into its fabric.

A silent declaration: their Ruler had returned. Changed.

The people parted like a tide. Beastkin, orcs, elves, humans—many dropped to one knee. Others simply stared. Word had spread faster than wildfire.

The Demon King had annihilated an Imperial fleet with a single strike.

And now he walked among them.

Velvet walked beside him, her expression stern but proud. Levia walked ahead of them like a guard, just as smug. Yumiko hooked his arm and leaned on him, her tails lazily swinging while giggling to herself.

A familiar face ran towards them, Simon, the one he left as captain of the royal guard, flushed and panting.

"Sire! We didn't expect you so soon, I—"

"No need for the fanfare, Simon." Asmodeus said with a smile, pausing as the wind tousled his hair. "This city feels good, you've done well. Now guide me to my wives."

"Y-Yes Sire Of course!"

He continued walking, letting the sights settle into his heart—the merchants shouting, children staring with wide eyes, guards saluting. It was still Baltimore. But quieter. Humbled.

Asmodeus inhaled deeply.

The Divine Core inside him pulsed with each word of praise, compliment and gaze.

Still... there was an itch at the edge of his senses—a distant, throbbing warning.

The Grand Duke wouldn't retreat forever, and his next attack might push the city to its limit, which made Asmodeus worry.

He looked at Velvet.

Then he looked at the city before closing his eyes.

"I will bury our enemies."