Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 798: Source of the Disease
The Valerian Dominion, Capital city Aurelion.
Sat on his grand throne, the God Emperor Tharion Elbrecht overlooked a congregation of priests, kneeling at the front: a plump man in pallium and pontifical vestments, his golden necklace bearing the holy cross.
"Your Imperial Majesty, Archbishop Estan IV Belfor kneels before you to bask in your endless radiance in these testing times to beg for your merciful grace."
Tharion’s lips twitched, grinning at the funny little fat man.
’Do you think I cannot see the greed and desires oozing from your body fat with opulence and vanity?’
However, hiding his disdain, the God Emperor cocked his head to the side, letting it rest on the soft cushioning of the frowning Goddess’s breasts beside him.
Aphrodite’s expression froze momentarily the moment his weight pressed against her, quickly covering her mouth to stifle the unbecoming moan.
Tharion enjoyed this reaction; his right hand slipped between her thighs, while hidden from others’ view by her divine raiments. He glanced up at her elegant face twisted with shame and sneered. "Don’t make noise, you’re here to entertain me, woman."
"Estan IV"
"Y-Yes, Your Majesty?!"
The plump man lifted from his knees with the flesh under his chin wobbling with each word or action, ’a man said to have great wisdom and knowledge, able to see into the truth of the divine...’ Tharion recalled the rumours about this greedy old man. ’Yet he cannot look into a mirror and see his hideous figure.’
"You said a fatal disease is spreading through the lower docks?"
Though considering himself a God Emperor, Tharion wasn’t immortal, much like the goddess serving him like a bar wench, or the god of war currently training his troops under the searing hot sun.
"Y-Yes... that’s right—"
"Enough dithering, stop blabbering my title and tell me more, I want to know the details."
Snap!
He cracked his fingers with a yawn.
A mass of black energy burst beside him, and a tall, exotically captivating woman appeared out of nowhere, standing beside him, her skin dark and exotic, with long, pointed ears.
She wore a long black silk dress with a deep leg slit revealing her plump thighs. The delicate material clung to her exaggerated chest, squishing the heavy flesh slightly, causing it to overflow from the plunging neckline. The elf held a black staff, covered in bright, blooming flowers, curved slightly with a glowing amethyst embedded at the top.
The God Emperor didn’t even look at Estan IV again and flicked his gaze to the beautiful dark elf leaning against his throne with a bored expression.
"Vel’nora, have you analysed the cause?"
Vel’nora, the dark elf, gazed at the God Emperor, yet unlike the humans, the priests or even the goddess, she showed him no reverence. She slowly rolled her eyes, tapping her staff on the floor with three resonating thuds.
Her eyes widened momentarily before her pupils shrank and she staggered two steps back, with blood leaking from her nose.
She then glared at the God Emperor.
"Tharion! You’ve called me for something far too dangerous. How are you going to repay me for this damn recoil?"
For a moment, the people inside the throne all held their breaths, expecting this woman to be killed on the spot for her blasphemy.
Estan IV, sensing his lowering prestige in the God Emperor’s eyes, pulled himself up using his white staff and pointed at the sultry woman.
"You! How dare you, a filthy dark elf, call his radiance’s name so lightly! Repent for your blasphemous actions and foul existence, and you might still be—Argh?!"
A burst of light slammed into his chest.
The force sent his body flying across the room while rotating multiple times, slamming against a white pillar and bending into a "<" shape.
Vel’nora covered her thick, glossy red lips as she chuckled to herself.
"Did you have to make him impotent, Tharion?"
She spoke in a strange language.
Her atmosphere carried a sense of an old friend rather than a subject, follower or worshiper. Aphrodite glanced at the dark elf. Her eyes were travelling between the two, the sour expression on her face growing with each cycle.
"Vel, don’t be like that... we’ve been friends since coming here."
He spoke in Japanese while shrugging.
"Hm?" Aphrodite sharpened her gaze when the God Emperor spoke a different language; it wasn’t elven. Yet, she felt it was a language she’d heard before. But couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
The two spoke for quite some time before Aphrodite’s mouth dropped, and her look at Tharion transformed completely.
"So, after so long apart, you’ve resurfaced in this manner..." Vel’nora’s eyes examined Tharion before she shook her head. "You’re trying too hard, this doesn’t suit you, and the old look suited you better."
"My Old look?!" Tharion’s face tightened as he slammed the armrest of his throne. "That pathetic, weak boy from a rural village is gone now!"
"Hmmm~ well, as someone from the same village, I don’t really care." She paused while scanning the room, until she paused. Her glistening silver eyes carried a sense of mysticism and elegance as they stared towards the distant west. "Ah..."
"What is it?"
’This bitch... how many times have I tried to appeal to her and she always acts dumb!’
Tharion’s chest became tight while looking at the dark elf, with a marking glowing on his right hand, although there were three leaf-shaped jewels embedded in his flesh. Two of them remained dim with golden characters etched onto the surface.
’I could just use this power, and she would become my marionette... no longer able to ignore my obvious feelings!’
However, Vel’nora remained oblivious; she remained entranced while watching the western sky through the open ceiling.
"What are you looking at, Sora!"
The dark elf’s shoulders shook as she snapped away from the west, her dark, bushy brows furrowed as she held the tip of her staff to his cheek.
"What the fuck are you doing, Theo?! Don’t use my human name like that, or else I will expose you as the fake you are! Don’t think I can’t destroy this pathetic kingdom, you damn loser."
Upon hearing the name Theo, the God Emperor’s body froze, staring up at the foul-mouthed dark elf who spat venom at him without speaking back, like a mute. She resembled a cat with her tail stepped on, as she turned around in a huff, slamming her staff against the ground.
As a whirl of black rings wrapped around her fading figure, she glanced back and shook her head. "Theo, it’s not a curse, nor a disease, but the source comes from something in the ocean. That thing we tried to fight back then, and could only seal it... I think it’s that thing."
Tharion recovered from his daze and stood from his throne upon seeing the teleportation spell and called out.
"Where are you going..."
But it was too late, she’d already vanished.
A low howl spread through the throneroom as he stood in silence, the glowing jewel on the back of his hand now fading without a target.
’As if I could use this disgusting power on her... once I did, she would use her power to end her life, and Sora wouldn’t exist anymore.’
He turned to see the arrogant blonde goddess looking at him without fear, her eyes sharp and full of pride as she smirked.
"The hell are you looking so happy about?"
Aphrodite raised her chin and adjusted herself, like a proud swan.
"Heh, to think you weren’t some kind of divine being but a filthy rat from another realm."
BOOM!
Unlike with Vel’nora, the area around him raged with an explosive burst of aura. The throneroom in a ten-metre area around Tharion crumbled.
He didn’t care about her words.
Tharion shot towards her like a bullet, his hand gripping her throat.
"Ugrgh...."
She gasped, struggling to breathe as he lifted the powerless woman off the ground, her thin robes slipping free due to her desperate movements to escape.
"Fake goddess, be careful about your following words. You are nothing but a concept created by someone summoned to this world! The only reason you can be called a goddess here is thanks to people like me!"
"Nnnngh....?!"
He tightened his fingers; the feeling of his fingers sinking into the softness of her flesh was comfortable.
Vwoom!
A burst of flames dropped from the sky, as another figure slammed down beside them, an iron spear in his right hand and a shield in his left. "MY LORD!" Apollon cried out as he saw the face of Aphrodite turning purple, her legs kicking the air as a hot, sour liquid dripped from between them.
Tharion’s chest tightened with a sharp pain, his breathing growing faster with each breath, despite his trying to calm himself. The sheer thought that this woman could have seen into his secrets, or found his shameful past...
’Damn it...’
’Damn it!’
Unable to part ways with her, he tossed her away.
Then fled the throne at full speed.
"Haa... Haa.....ha....ha....haaaaa...." Aphrodite gasped for air while clutching the dull blue markings around her throat.
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Meanwhile, sitting on the palace rooftop while gazing towards the distant continent, Vel’nora’s eyes sparkled brighter than ever.
"You fool, did you think your feelings weren’t obvious... I said more than a thousand years ago, you weren’t my type..."
She kicked her legs while watching the calm sky.
’You cannot save me, I’ve already believed in that vain hope, and been betrayed, Theo.’
"So there is someone extraordinary in this direction..." Her voice trailed off as she pulled her silk dress forward, revealing her soft pink nubs and a black scar throbbing with green energy between them. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
The wound looked both painful and dangerous, and as she stroked it, the wound suddenly pulsated, creating a strong suction which devoured the surrounding mana.
After a few moments, the surrounding air became putrid, dry and lifeless.
"Are you someone who might change my destiny?"
