Asmodeus stepped forward to greet his wounded lovers, all of them tired, exhausted, but filled with a bright and positive look. "You all fought well." He smiled at Vinea, a feeling of pride growing inside his chest, looking at her growth.
Though the battle against the demon empress ended, his muscles and body screamed.
It might have looked simple. But the battle reformed the very land they stood on, craters, cracked walls of rock and ice. All now shattered into dust and debris. A complete reformation.
"Let's take a moment to recover."
At first, he planned to storm the castle, but there was something that brought him great concern.
'Though we fought these powerful demons, what happened to her butler...'
Valsarik.
An existence that Asmodeus learned about from the demon necromancer and the women who fought against the demon commander.
'He should have been here, and this woman should have thought so too, but...'
