Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 766: The Chaotic End [2]

’What’s happening to me?!’

Funf shot through the air, with a sharp pounding ache in her head. Her speed rapidly declined with a tight pain in her chest. Suddenly, corrupt, black veins spread through delicate, fair skin. The veins devoured her Divine Aura as she plunged from the air and smashed into the wall.

"Ngh..."

"Oh, look here, what a beauty."

A gruff voice sounded beside her head.

’Filthy male. Die!’

She tried to swing her arm and kill him, but it remained stiff and dull.

"What a feisty woman... hey, Fabio. Doesn’t she look familiar?"

The bald man beside the first one squatted and grabbed Funf’s chin. Her arms dangled weakly, with blood flowing from her nose and lips. "Hm?" He tilted his head before his eyes suddenly widened. "It’s that bitch!"

Boom!

He instantly kicked her face with all his might.

’Ouch!?’

An immense pain spread through her cheek as her body flew across the wall. Her body slammed and bounced several times as she rolled along the sand.

Several cuts and tears covered her body as she lay still, watching the sky with her legs and arms spread out.

"Shit! Did you kill her?!"

"Tsk, what does it matter if I did?"

"Wouldn’t the Big Boss be interested in her, after all, we’re not thugs anymore, he gave us a place to return to."

Fabio glanced at his brother, his eyes becoming fierce whenever thinking of the hell they endured here. Then he glanced towards the main tower, where the man who saved them from certain death waited.

"You’re right, Boss and the Big Boss helped us too much. Thanks, Bruno."

"Don’t worry about it. Let’s drag the bitch there, the hot sand should treat her delicate skin well, hahaha." Bruno chuckled while swaggering towards Funf.

"Tsk, aren’t you more of a psycho than me?"

Funf hugged her pounding head after she stopped rolling and slumped in a ball. The kick dulled her thoughts and blurred her memories. Suddenly, a hand reached out for her, and she recoiled like a terrified rabbit.

"D-Don’t... Stop, don’t hit me. I won’t fight back anymore."

"Hm?"

Bruno hesitated before his lips spread into a vile grin. "Is this really that haughty slut who insisted on having us beaten?" He then squatted and poked her soft, squishy cheeks with a single finger.

Funf’s shoulders shook each time he poked, desperate to shake him off.

’Stop, why can’t I move?!’

With dull, fractured memories, she struggled and resisted their mockery. She reached out, grabbing the hot sand while ignoring the pain and attempted to drag herself towards a familiar aura.

The two men laughed when she tried to resist.

"Let’s see how far she can go, hahahaha."

"Bruno... after all, you’re a brutal bastard."

Neither of the men helped as Funf dragged herself several metres across the searing hot sands. The small wounds and lacerations on her arms, legs and stomach tore further while grinding against the gritty surface.

"It hurts..." Her lips trembled as she flopped down, halfway towards the tower.

"Oh? Has she reached her limits?"

Fabio glanced at the ecstatic grin on Bruno’s face and shook his head, yes. This woman was their enemy and deserved to suffer. Yet, he couldn’t quite bring himself to enjoy this torture after a while and finally made a move.

A hand grabbed the scruff of her neck like a cat.

It was cold and covered in dry, calloused skin.

But lifted her off the painful floor.

Funf’s consciousness floated in and out of mysterious dreams; sometimes a huge figure beat her for eating a piece of bread, and other times she was the one beating others. Mixtures of various scenes and plays became entwined as she dangled above the ground.

’Where am I being taken?’

In the last moments of clarity, she couldn’t help but remember a shining figure... although he was cruel, nasty and shouted at her. Just thinking about that man, she hugged her shoulders and curled her lips into a soft smile.

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Asmodeus sat in a makeshift office and glanced around, admiring Brando’s skill with earth magic. "Have you considered making this your full-time job?" He joked, before meeting the bald merchant’s gaze. "You’re quite skilled."

"Hahaha, brother. How could I do that..." Brando rubbed the back of his head with a squeak, his eyes drifting to his wife. "I just wanted to make things for my wife if we got lost on an abandoned island."

"You romantic bastard." Asmodeus snorted.

Martha didn’t speak, but smiled while rubbing Brando’s shoulders. Normally, she might chime in, but after so long apart from her husband, she seemed smitten after seeing him again, keeping quiet.

"So, Boss, what’s the plan now?"

Brando’s expectant eyes gleamed with a bright light whenever he spoke with Asmodeus; in return, Asmodeus also smiled more.

’This old man’s energy is infectious...’

"To be honest, I have no clue. Outside communication is blocked off, we’re currently inside a strange sort of territory under someone else’s control, and the enemy has two extremely dangerous beings."

He turned his head to the dragon currently stuffing her face with food and leaned on his palm. His black hair cascaded down his cheek while watching her.

"Is it delicious?" He asked.

Valena’s beastly eyes opened further, before glancing at him with a mouthful of monster meat. She chewed desperately and eventually swallowed the whole breast. Her greasy lips curled into a wide grin, revealing her sharp teeth with pieces of food on her cheeks.

"Mhm! It’s the best meal I’ve ever had since..." Her eyes dimmed slightly, but she shook her head and moved on. "It’s good!"

"I see, but do you have any ideas on how to escape? Didn’t your previous master tell you anything?" Asmodeus scraped the monster meat from his plate onto hers. He smiled when she glanced at it with beaming eyes.

Although she didn’t make a noise, her thick tail swayed like a snake while slapping against the chair with a thud.

’This must be how it feels to feed your cat treats.’

"Hmmmmm...."

He leaned on his palm, enjoying the sight of Valena thinking to herself. After all the stress of finding Brando, Asmodeus could finally take a moment to rest. He knew all that waited for him outside was battle and danger.

"He didn’t tell me anything!" She asserted with a confident voice.

’Figures.’

"Hahahahaha!" Brando burst out into a rumbling laugh.

He reminded Asmodeus of Logan sometimes, with his horrible emotional intelligence or strange sense of humour.

"What’s so funny, old man?"

Asmodeus spoke with a deep voice, his eyes glowing at the bald merchant.

"Aha, nothing. I just thought that even the Boss has moments when he’s just a normal guy and found it quite amusing."

Martha looked at her husband with her eyes wide open, nervously glancing back at Asmodeus and him several times.

But Asmodeus just chuckled.

"Hahaha, really a normal guy? That’s good! That’s quite comforting."

Who else could speak to him so honestly? His mind drifted, and he thought of several people: Alan, Simon, Paul and a few others.

Paul and Simon stayed in Baltimore most of the year.

Ygrene, the current lord ruling over the city, was pregnant. So the two of them couldn’t leave without a good reason, since their families lived in the city together.

Alan... after he recovered his body was never the same.

He could still perform day-to-day activities, and his three wives remained happy, but Asmodeus always felt a tightness in his chest when meeting him.

"Boss, are you alright?"

"Hm? Nothing, it’s fine. I am just wondering what the noise outside is."

"...These fools can’t relax for a single day?" Brando complained, about to rise from his seat, when the door suddenly shot open.

Bang!

"Boss, here’s a gift!"

Fabio tossed something into the room.

’Eh, is this... Funf?’

Asmodeus could barely recognise the beautiful seductress who lay on the floor, hugging her knees. Black veins spread through her arms, legs and the visible parts of her skin, including her pretty face.

"What happened?" He asked Fabio with a stern tone.

"Ah, well." Fabio stepped back and stood straight. "She plummeted from the sky and hit the wall. She looked familiar, so we brought her here!"

"I see, you’ve done well." Asmodeus knew that Brando’s men couldn’t lie to them; this was the secret trick he placed into the demonic breathing technique. Although they remained free, none of them would betray Brando or him.

He waved his arm and stood up.

"Ah, it’s that cheeky little girl!" Valena shouted while pointing at Funf.

Asmodeus didn’t react to her words and squatted beside the woman. He reached out and touched her shoulder with a cruel smirk on his face as she trembled.

"Hey. What’s wrong with you?"

However, the moment she heard his voice, her body shook almost violently, and the black veins which remained stable began writhing under her skin. They spread further as if reaching for the hand on her shoulder.

Funf coughed, black blood spraying across the floor.

’Eh, black blood?!’

Asmodeus couldn’t help but squeeze her shoulder, pulling her towards him. He lifted her in the air, and she flopped onto his lap, her eyes hazy and covered in a layer of mist. She didn’t move or react to him for several seconds.

"A-Asmodeus...?" A hoarse voice slipped through her cracked lips.

"It’s me, what is happening to you? I thought we were going to settle our scores."

Funf’s eyes widened. Her gaze darted around as if trying to find his face, but struggling. The vibrant blood-red colour faded into a dull shade.

Then she uttered a faint whisper that shocked him.

"Mhm... Sorry."

’What the hell is this?!’

Of course, he was happy; avoiding a fight with an annoying enemy would make anyone feel a moment of peace.

Yet, seeing her falling apart.

"Ngh..."

He held his head and subconsciously pulled Funf closer, ignoring the black veins that spread towards him like a child seeking its parent.

Memories of his mother’s last days flashed through his mind because her current state was messing with his emotional state.

Asmodeus shook his head.

And bit his tongue with all his force.

A sickly sweet taste filled his mouth, and his calm returned.

"Your illusion skill seems to be stronger right now..."

"..."

When she didn’t respond, he squeezed her shoulder and closed his eyes.

’If you asked me to fight you, I could easily do that. But how do I kill someone who looks so pathetic?!’

He lifted his hand, and a sharp, black gauntlet made of his exoskeleton covered his hand. The tips of his fingers were sharp and deadly, like claws.

But his arm just lingered in the air.

Asmodeus met Funf’s blurry gaze and then asked her a question.

"Do you want the pain to end?"