"No match? Oh please," the demon scoffed. "I know his power — he can eat through the atmosphere and time, and always knows if his enemies overpower him or not. And don't forget, he's the second strongest among the Seven."
"But he only backed down because both of you were in his way. This time, there's only one of you," the demon pointed out.
"You really think that if one of us is down, you can defeat me? Are you saying you can take me one-on-one?" Xiandre asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I? I'm like two hundred times stronger than Mammon. Beating you should be easy," the demon replied confidently.
"Did you know how fast I killed Mammon?" Xiandre questioned calmly.
"Of course. Wasn't it less than a second? We, the other rulers, are always watching," the demon said.
"And seeing how I defeated him... you still think you can win?" Xiandre pressed.
"Hell yeah. My name is Leviathan — the Ruler of Envy. Xiandre, it was nice meeting you," Leviathan declared with a grin.
Xiandre ducked near the massive door and gently laid Amelia down beside it. He kissed her once more, giving her air, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"Don't worry, Amelia. I'll protect you," Xiandre said softly, then turned and approached Leviathan.
Without warning, Xiandre charged. The ground cracked beneath him from the force of his movement. Golden sword in hand, he swung at Leviathan, who barely blocked with his spear.
"You're fast," Leviathan grunted, kicking Xiandre in the leg.
Xiandre staggered but flipped backward, landing a kick to Leviathan's chin and launching him into the ceiling. Xiandre landed back on his feet just as Leviathan came crashing down in fury.
Leviathan attacked wildly, thrusting his spear and blasting green fire from his mouth. Xiandre dodged fluidly, then threw an uppercut into Leviathan's jaw mid-breath, causing the blast to explode in his mouth.
Before Leviathan could react, Xiandre kicked him hard in the ribs, slamming him into the wall.
With a flick of his hand, Xiandre summoned the liquified demons from the ground and turned them into his troops.
He pointed at Leviathan. "Go."
The demons rushed him, but Leviathan tore through his own kin effortlessly. Xiandre was already beside him, golden sword aimed at Leviathan's heart. But when it struck, the blade shattered — Leviathan's skin had turned to thick scales.
"Looks like I can't beat you in my first form, huh?" Leviathan growled, slamming a punch at Xiandre.
Xiandre slowed time just enough to dodge, barely pulling away before the blow landed.
As time resumed, Leviathan's eyes turned blue. His skin shifted to a cold azure tone. Cracks ran along his body, and spikes erupted from his back. His breath smoked as he began charging a devastating attack — his second form.
Xiandre remained still, then summoned his system.
"Configuration Procedure... System."
A glowing panel appeared above him. Xiandre scanned his stats and nodded.
(Return Ability: Can handle any attack thrown at you — if you're strong enough.)
He looked up at Leviathan and exhaled.
Leviathan unleashed his blast — a torrent of green fire so intense it shook the entire floor. The flames consumed everything in their path, melting the crystal-covered walls and igniting the ground.
But Xiandre stood firm, raising his hand. He caught the attack with a single motion, then directed it back at Leviathan.
Caught off guard, Leviathan tried to dodge but failed. The blast struck him with full force, launching him across the room and burning his body.
The impact shattered the floor, triggering an earthquake that began to collapse the entire level.
Xiandre rushed back to Amelia, scooped her into his arms, and kicked open the massive door, diving through just in time before the floor behind them crumbled into ruin.
He sighed, glancing back at the destruction they left behind.
"X–Xiandre! That was sooo cool!" Amelia beamed.
Xiandre smiled and gently set her down. "There's air here now. You can stand up."
Amelia pouted. "No, I wanna be carried..."
Xiandre bent down and tapped her forehead with a snap.
"Ow! That hurt!" she yelped.
"Stand up. You need to train your stamina. It's dropped too low, right?" Xiandre asked.
Amelia looked into his eyes with the cutest face she could muster. "But... what if I look really adorable?"
"Such acts won't change my mind, Amelia."
She sighed. "Alright..."
She got to her feet, brushing herself off. The two continued their way toward the final remaining floors.
As they entered the final floor the walls pulsed like living flesh, velvet-draped and glowing faintly with hues of crimson and violet. Moans echoed endlessly—some blissful, others agonized—intertwined in an unsettling symphony. The air was thick with heat, sweat, and an almost tangible scent of sin.
"This must be the Floor of Lust," Xiandre said, eyes narrowing.
"Yeah…" Amelia muttered, her face slightly flushed as they stepped into the waist-deep white fluid coating the floor. Chains hung from the ceiling, some bloodstained, some still dripping. The scent was musky and sharp, laced with pheromones that clung to the senses.
In the distance, two women writhed together—kissing feverishly, their tongues intertwining.
"Mmm… chuuu~ slrp… haaah… nghh… chuuu… slrrrp… mmm~"
Their bodies slick with sweat and glowing fluid. They were completely exposed their boobs and pussy were raw, their moans filled with pleasure that bordered on madness.
White liquid trickled between their thighs, and their movements became animalistic, primal.
The white liquid came out of their pussies and it continued as Xiandre and Amelia passed by without a word, but the moment they did, the two women stopped. Their heads twisted unnaturally, jaws cracking open wider than humanly possible. Their eyes were empty, hunger burning behind their smiles as they dropped onto all fours and crawled toward them like beasts in heat.
One lunged. Xiandre kicked her head sideways, shattering bone, while the other impaled herself on a spike of bone Amelia summoned from the floor. But more emerged from the shadows—women and smaller lust-demons with grotesquely exaggerated features a dick as big as their thighs.
This smaller lust demons with large dicks then jumps into one of this lust demons that are corrupted succubus.
They then thrusted their dick to their pussy making them scream in arousal.
This small demons this rammed their dick to this women's pussy taking control of their bodies.
"They're merging with each other," Amelia observed, disgusted. "They're feeding off their own pleasure and turning it into power."
"Demons of lust—turning sex into a weapon," Xiandre replied calmly, grabbing a summoned bone blade Amelia summoned and slicing through two Demons lunging toward them.
Amelia smirked, summoning her death-skull blasters. "Xiandre… once we're done here, you better fuck me harder than those freaks ever could."
He chuckled darkly. "Oh, I will. I'll make sure you forget your own name."
"Hihi… deal."
As they spoke, wave after wave of lust demons swarmed, their moans and shrieks filling the floor. They all each got blasted or either slashed by Xiandre slowly lowering their numbers.
One demoness was left—her body soaked and trembling.
A small demon jumped into her and another joins in, the other thrusted it's dick in her butt the other thrusted at her pussy, then one jumped into her face thrusting it to her mouth.
And as she absorbed the essence of all the smaller ones around her.
Her body inflated grotesquely, transforming into a massive writhing abomination.
Phallic limbs sprouted from her back, her voice distorted between moans and roars.
Xiandre rushed forward, manipulating her corrupted body with a snap, forcing it to split at the seams. Amelia blasted the exposed core with ten synchronized death-blasters, incinerating the beast in a blinding flash.
Xiandre and Amelia remained, as the dead Bodies of this succubus and Incubus remained on the ground bleed or burnt.
Silence followed—until a soft, unmistakable moan echoed.
Xiandre and Amelia turned the corner. There, before the final door, lay Reden's lifeless husk—dried out, skin clinging to bone. His face was frozen in twisted ecstasy.
Then beside him was Ink Above him, a woman stood fucking him dry. She was ethereal, seductive, her hips and boobs was so large it was literally inhumane, and her waist was so narrow it couldn't even be possible.
Voluptuous curves, skin like polished silk, and eyes that glowed with wicked delight. Her long red hair cascaded like liquid shadow, and her every movement oozed temptation.
She licked her lips, tasting the remnants of Ink's soul.
She continues to slap her hips continuesly at Ink's hips as ink was so dry he was dying.
Finally Ink spurts out the last semen he could ever muster inside the demon that was fucking him and dies from dehydration.
The demon girl then stands up and thrusted her fingers on her pussy and tasted the remnants of Ink's semen.
She then turned her gaze at Amelia and Xiandre and smirked.
"Fufu… so the two of you have finally arrived," she purred. "I am Lilith, Ruler of Lust, and guardian of the last gate… the gate to Lucifer's floor."
Her presence alone made the room shiver with desire and dread.
"Can you tell me how exactly those two managed to reach this floor?" Xiandre questioned.
"Well, it was easy," Lilith said with a smirk. "I dragged them here—created a portal that teleported them straight to me."
"I see… so you're our final obstacle before Lucifer, huh?" Amelia replied, her voice steady.
"Yes indeed," Lilith purred as she thrusted her fingers on her pussy then licking the semen off her finger.
Xiandre pointed his bone blade at her while Amelia's left eye ignited with a blue flame.
"Let's end this quick, shall we?" Xiandre said. With a snap of his fingers, time around them slowed to a crawl.
In a flash, Xiandre was on her, slashing across her bare skin with deadly precision. Simultaneously, Amelia summoned jagged bones from the ground, skewering Lilith from below. Blood splattered, and Lilith staggered with a gasp as time resumed back to normal.
"You two really have no chill, do you?" Lilith chuckled breathlessly. "I'm sorry to disappoint… I'm not nearly as strong as the others, fufu~."
"Huh?" Xiandre paused, blade still dripping.
"You can go on ahead," Lilith said, coughing up blood. "I'm just like Beelzebub. If I know I can't win a fight, why bother? I'm not suicidal."
Amelia retracted her bone spikes, and Xiandre stepped past her to open the door behind the demoness.
"Why did you kill those two?" Xiandre asked suddenly, not turning back.
"You mean Reden and Ink?" Lilith replied with a knowing smile.
"Yeah."
"It was easy. They didn't want to die as virgins. They begged me—literally begged—to fuck them to death. That's why I dragged them here."
"You're telling me… they wanted to die like that?" Xiandre asked, half amused.
"Absolutely," Lilith said proudly. "Hopeless, weren't they?"
A moment passed in silence.
"They're hopeless, aren't they? Haha," Xiandre laughed quietly.
"Yeah… but truthfully, they didn't even want to be summoned to this world, much less die like this. They were just victims. Victims of that so-called pure princess and her patron goddess Fillia."
Xiandre and Amelia turned and began walking toward the next door.
"We're sorry for attacking you," Xiandre said over his shoulder.
"Don't worry. I'm immortal, fufu," Lilith giggled before vanishing into the shadows.
Behind the door was a long, eerie hallway with a staircase spiraling upward. At the top, a massive gate awaited—the entrance to the Floor of Pride, where Lucifer himself stood.
Xiandre and Amelia ascended the stairs in silence, their expressions cold, their hearts steady.
"It's about time, Amelia," Xiandre said, his voice firm.
"Yeah… let's escape this hell together," Amelia replied, her eyes burning with resolve.
"We'll get out of here—and then we'll make that goddess and her precious princess pay," Xiandre added, a sharp edge in his voice.
Back in the castle of grimore a woman gets out of her carriage about to enter, it was the queen, herself.
She looked up to the blue sky and sighs as her holy knights followed behind her.