Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 481: The Sigil Whispers

It was nearly silent in the cave.

The fire Levia conjured flickered low now, casting long shadows across the smooth stone walls. Outside, the blizzard had calmed to a soft hiss—snow still fell, but not with malice. For a moment, the world felt still.

Asmodeus lay with his back against the stone, arms loosely wrapped around two of the women pressed against him. Vinea nestled under his right arm, fast asleep, her body tense even in slumber. Asmodea sprawled across his chest, cheek resting over the faded glow of the red sigil burned into his flesh. Her soft breathing tickled his skin.

Levia sat further off, keeping a quiet vigil, her spear resting beside her knees. Lumina crouched near the cave mouth, her hands gently reinforcing the silk lattice she'd woven, each thread glowing faintly with a protective ward.

They were safe.

But then, the sigil pulsed. Just once. Faint. A heartbeat inside, a heartbeat.

Asmodea stirred.

Lumina's eyes narrowed. "It's glowing again," she whispered.

Levia turned. "What?"

Lumina stepped closer. "His chest."

The red brand—so long dimmed—was bright again. But not in anger. It pulsed like something dreaming.

Asmodea murmured, curling tighter around Asmodeus. "Darling... mmm..."

Then Asmodeus twitched.

Just a tremor. Then another. A muscle jump along his jaw. His hand flexed once, the fingers of his right arm tightening around Vinea's waist. Not loving. Gripping.

The glow from the sigil pulsed brighter.

Vinea's eyes fluttered open.

"…Darling?"

Asmodeus didn't answer.

His eyes were closed.

But his body moved.

The grip around her waist tightened further, and then, before she could react, he threw her.

Vinea crashed into the cave wall, rolling hard, her boots scraping stone as she landed in a crouch, sword halfway out of its sheath.

"Asmodeus?!"

Asmodea jerked up, blinking. "Wha—?"

His eyes remained closed.

Still asleep.

Yet his body sat upright with terrifying fluidity, arms lowering to his sides, red light pouring from the sigil across his chest. His voice was low, a growl.

"You're not real."

Levia shot to her feet.

"Wake up, My Lord!" she called.

But he wasn't listening.

He stepped toward Vinea with calm, measured force, one hand raised in a familiar strike pattern—one she'd sparred against a hundred times before. Except now it was stronger. Sharper.

"It's a dream," he said flatly. "A trick."

He vanished mid-step and reappeared in front of her. Vinea barely raised her blade in time to catch the palm strike across her ribs, the force knocking her back again.

"He's asleep!" Asmodea shouted. "It's the sigil! It's controlling—"

She didn't finish. Asmodeus turned, grabbed her wrist mid-motion, and flung her across the cave like she weighed nothing.

"Asmodeus, no!" Lumina launched webbing toward his feet, but he leapt through it, spun midair, and brought his fist down toward Levia—

—only to be blocked by her shield. Sparks flew.

Levia grimaced, absorbing the blow.

"He's not gone," she said through clenched teeth. "He's inside. Trapped."

The sigil pulsed brighter, and Asmodeus's form blurred again, blinking toward Lumina, striking fast with a brutal blow.

His attack forced her to drag herself away using webbing attached to the cavern wall.

Levia stepped forward again, shield raised, eyes glowing with light.

"If he can't wake himself," she muttered, "then I'll bring him back."

***

Warmth.

Asmodeus opened his eyes to soft silk sheets and the scent of wild roses.

He was lying in a massive bed, his bare chest kissed by sunbeams leaking through crimson curtains. The room glowed with a golden haze. Like the mornings, he never allowed himself to indulge. Now, something he could enjoy forever.

They'd won.

Defeated the demon queen and created this peace.

And she was there.

Asmodea.

Her soft fingers brushed through his hair, traced his jawline, glossy crimson hair flowing down her shoulders like silk, smiling with half-closed eyes. "Darling."

"You're finally resting," she whispered. "I missed this."

Before he could answer, another voice chimed in.

"I was hoping he'd wake with my name on his lips."

Vinea stepped into view, dressed in nothing but the velvet sash tied loosely around her waist.

She smiled, but her eyes didn't sparkle the way they should.

There was no challenge in them. No sharpness.

Her fiery silver pupils that always desired to fight, to test him... were empty.

Just... longing. Hollow, breathless longing.

'Something isn't right...' He thought, trying to move, yet held down by Asmodea.

Then came Lumina—upside down from the ceiling, her pale hair spilling around her like snow. "We've all been waiting for you," she purred. "It's time to enjoy the rewards, my lord. We're yours. Forever."

Last came Levia, her armour gone, clad in a white gown with bare shoulders, kneeling at the foot of the bed, her hands folded in prayer.

She approached him head-on, something that could never happen... the image distorted, like a moment of static, or an old television losing signal momentarily.

"You need only command us."

Something twisted in his gut.

This was wrong.

It never happened so easily or smooth, the girls would fight, ask him to fulfil their strange kinks... his body would transform to suit what they desired.

Yet nothing...

The women might have looked identical to his—but they weren't. Their voices were theirs, but something behind their eyes was… still. Too still.

He rose from the bed and tried to break free, to make sense of this strange situation.

The silk falling from his skin. "What is this?"

Asmodea leaned in, brushing her lips over his chest. "A gift. One you never take."

Her vines slithered around his arms, soft and warm.

But he didn't flinch. His fingers wrapped around the nearest vine and snapped it in half.

The illusion flickered.

Vinea blinked, her lips twitching. "You're always so difficult."

"You're not her," Asmodeus said coldly. "None of you are."

The room twisted.

Now they surrounded him. In their soft hands were blades... faces like monsters, twisted and deformed, coming closer, smiling, reaching.

"Stop pretending," Asmodeus growled.

Then he struck.

***

He moved with sudden speed, spinning low through Asmodea's thorny vines and striking her square in the stomach with the back of his fist. She hit the wall with a loud grunt, petals scattering from her body like blood.

"Kuha.... Da....rling?"

Lumina tried to web his legs. He shattered the threads with a single flare of magic and leapt forward, catching her by the neck, slamming her into the floor. Not enough to kill. But more than enough to stun.

Vinea met him head-on, steel flashing.

Her blade whistled as it cut through the air, slashing toward his ribs. He caught the weapon mid-swing with his bare hand. Blood ran down his palm. He didn't blink.

Then he spun, twisted her arm, and flung her across the firelight.

"Damn it—he's pulling his blows," Levia hissed.

"But he's still hurting us!" Asmodea yelled, coughing, her vines retracting in agony.

"He's trapped," Lumina gasped. "He thinks we're enemies—fakes."

Levia charged forward, shield raised. Her spear began to glow, the black steel humming with divine energy.

***

The four women were on him now, pressing against him, trying to pull him down, kiss him, mount him. Asmodeus felt their heat, heard their voices, yet he continued. He let them get close. Close enough to breathe his name in his ear.

Then—

He threw Asmodea against a pillar.

Swung his elbow into Lumina's throat, then caught her mid-fall and kicked her across the room.

"Show me your real face," he said. "Enough of this."

Vinea moved behind him, but her steps were too slow, too focused on elegance. He turned and caught her blade between two fingers, then twisted her wrist and brought his fist down across her neck.

Levia was last. She dropped to her knees before him.

"We serve only you," she whispered.

"No," he said.

Then her shield appeared in his sight.

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SLAM.

Levia's golden shield cracked against his chest with a force that echoed through the mountains. Her prayer exploded from her lips as Serena's divine light pulsed through her limbs and enveloped her shield before shooting through his chest.

"Come back to us, Asmodeus! If you do I'll let you use my ass!"

***

'I heard a lubricous and strange shout... Levia was someone who would never say such a thing.'

Everything froze.

The air turned brittle, and the four women's smiles cracked, literally—splitting like glass. Their eyes bled. Their mouths stretched wide, filled with teeth, and they screamed.

A shriek like a banshee, it destroyed everything... The bed and curtains burned into ash, and the cavern distorted...

Asmodeus stood in the ashes, breathing heavy.

And the world burned away.

In front of him, Levia's black shield pressed him against a wall.

The immense cold was burned away by the gentle warmth coming from the silver and gold light illuminating Levia's body.

But his eyes flicked to the cavern after he woke with a gasp.

Reality rushed back, and he saw the truth. The women—injured, panting, alive.

"What happened...?"

"No way?" Vinea covered her face while stabbing the ground with her sword. "Did he just wake up from Levia's words?"

"That's our darling, right?" Asmodea sighed, rubbing her stomach.

Asmodeus could feel a throbbing heat in his chest—he touched the red sigil that sizzled with a lingering warmth.

He turned just in time to see a faceless woman... a creature—now transformed, monstrous, stretched in too many places, her limbs unnatural. It seemed to have broken through the webbing and swayed while watching him.

Asmodeus didn't hesitate.

He stepped forward and grabbed it by the throat, lifted her off the ground as her clawed limbs flailed wildly.

His eyes glowed, voice sharp as ice.

"You want to seduce me? Wear their faces? Crawl inside my dreams?"

"Next time, come as yourself."

Then he crushed her windpipe and slammed her into the snow.

She shrieked, buckled, and melted—wax to fire, steam to nothing.