Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

The wind howled behind them as they walked.

Snow crunched underfoot, but no one spoke. Their steps were slow, not hesitant, but heavy. Exhaustion clung to every limb, yet not one of them faltered.

Asmodeus walked at the front, carrying the limp body of the former demon empress who looked eerily like Riel. His hands rested under her knees and armpit. Blood — not his — stained the edges of his cloak.

Behind him, Vinea moved with her sword strapped across her back, her breathing steady but strained. Asmodea limped slightly, but her posture stayed proud, chin lifted, crimson hair swept back, and Lumina carried Levia on her back as she recovered.

They were headed for the citadel — after the snow and ice started to collapse, only black walls loomed with something dark and timeless waiting for them.

That's when the sky filled with brilliant lights... flowing from the body of Riel, the lights darted through the sky in countless directions. The land started to crack, beautiful flowers and flora growing along with the sun that finally peeked through the clouds.

A faint scent of lavender lingered in the air.

It floated across the frozen plain like a memory — soft and clean, out of place in this dead land.

Vinea slowed first.

Asmodea blinked, rubbing her eyes. "Do you… do you smell that?"

The two women felt it was nostalgic, a mixture of perfume and herbs lingered in their noses.

They turned.

Not all the way — just enough to feel the shift between them.

A woman's figure shimmered at the edge of the ridge, only a few paces back where the frost completely vanished; she lingered with a faint smile.

Their mother.

Long brown hair. Gold-flecked eyes. A robe like pressed wool. No magic. No glow.

She resembled Vinea, but carried Asmodea's atmosphere before becoming a demon.

Vinea stopped walking.

Asmodea let out a quiet gasp, one hand clutching her chest.

The woman didn't move. She just opened her arms.

"Come here, my girls."

It wasn't a command.

It was a promise.

Asmodeus looked back, he couldn't understand what happened...

The two women jumped into the woman's arms.

Asmodea buried her face in the woman's side, sobbing without restraint. "You're here," she choked. "You're really here—!"

Vinea followed, slower, her steps firmer. She stood in front of the woman for a long second, eyes narrow, jaw tight. "I almost forgot your face."

And when their mother embraced her, Vinea collapsed too, silent, shaking, clutching her mother's waist like a shield she'd been missing her whole life.

Behind them, Asmodeus turned his head slightly away from their meeting.

He said nothing.

Didn't intrude.

Only watched.

Then came the change.

Subtle.

Asmodea's tail shimmered. Vinea's horns faded. Their skin lost its demonic hue. Their hair shifted back to the shades they once wore as children.

They looked human, like when Vinea was called Anne and Asmodea Liana.

Human.

Just long enough to feel like daughters again.

"You were always my pride," their mother whispered. "And my joy."

Vinea felt her breath hitch, her throat tighten around a sob she didn't want to show—not here, not in front of her sister, not in front of him. But the voice she hadn't heard in twenty years disarmed everything. Not because it was grand. But because it was hers.

"Are you not angry, disappointed... that we have changed?"

"Mother, I do not regret my choices but fear you will be upset."

Asmodea and Vinea whispered, lacking confidence, they wouldn't change their actions even if given the choice again, but the thought that their mother might be disappointed or resentful of them was too powerful, even when compared to their love for Asmodeus.

"Why would I be angry and disappointed..." The figure chuckled, the fingers snapping as the girls took their demon forms, stroking their horns and demonic features. "I have seen everything, from within that monster I have watched you grow, mature and fall in love."

Her gazed flicked towards Asmodeus, who peeked back, as the brunette with a pretty face winked at him, before returning to her daughters. "You endured well, my little girls."

Vinea raised her head slowly. "But I… changed. We both did. What's left of us now isn't even…"

"You are still mine," the woman said. "What you are now doesn't shame me. It proves you survived. That you fought — and kept fighting. For something, for someone. That is more than most ever do."

Her hands, strong and warm, touched each daughter's face in turn. Her gaze lingered on Vinea, the sharper of the two, the one who hid pain behind steel.

"Your strength was never in your sword," she said softly. "It was in how you loved."

Vinea lowered her eyes. "I was never good at showing it."

"You're showing it now."

Then she turned to Asmodea, brushing a matted lock of bloodstained crimson hair behind her ear.

"And you," she said. "You always laughed too loud, cried too hard, but hid your love too deeply."

Asmodea winced. "I didn't mean to become—"

"You became fierce," her mother said, "so your sister didn't have to fight alone."

Asmodea's lip trembled. She bit it to keep it from quivering. "I didn't want her to cry."

"I know," her mother smiled. "You didn't let her."

The wind grew still.

The black citadel loomed ahead, but for now, the battlefield behind them felt warmer than any throne room. Asmodeus stood silently, his cloak rustling once as he turned away — not from disinterest, but from reverence. He did not intrude on the family.

Their mother's outline flickered.

"You must go now," she said, and her voice carried the weight of all things that must end, no matter how precious. "He needs you."

The sisters held tighter.

And then they let go.

"I trust you will take care of them, young man." Their mother used calm words, but Asmodeus could feel the threat of death within them, her sharp eyes like an angry Vinea and her subtle seduction like Asmodea... he couldn't resist and nodded.

"Good... I know you are a good man. Don't doubt yourself and keep going, just like your mother."

She didn't burst into light.

She simply stepped back into the snowfall, her body fading like old breath on glass.

No miracles. No fanfare.

Just release.

Asmodea rubbed her eyes with her sleeve. "She looked so beautiful…"

"She always did," Vinea said quietly, eyes still fixed on the space where their mother had vanished. "We just forgot." freewebnøvel.coɱ

Their demon forms returned slowly — horns, tails, skin. But now, they didn't feel like a curse.

They felt earned.

A choice.

They turned to follow him again.

The light leaving the demon's body faded.

Each soul that drifted upward — knight, noble, peasant, soldier — peeled something else from the Empress's form. As if the woman who once housed them was being undone, thread by thread.

And with each name released, Riel's silhouette changed.

The frost lifted. The ice cracked.

She stood taller now, darker-skinned, her silver hair growing brighter with each parting soul. Her horns shortened. The crystal gauntlets broke off like dead shells. Her eyes softened — violet, human, succubus.

Hers.

At last, her body was hers again.

And still the snow thawed.

Petals bloomed across the black stone like slow fireworks. The dead air tasted clean for the first time in centuries. Insects stirred. The silence retreated.

And then—

A deep, gritty voice with a strange accent echoed.

"Oi, kiddo."

The voice wasn't loud.

But it didn't need to be.

Asmodeus froze.

His body was like a stone statue, his head turned slowly, jerking slightly each time, like someone who already knew what they were going to see — but still didn't quite believe it.

A figure stood just beyond the melted frost line.

Blonde hair. Deep blue eyes.

Rough coat, old boots. A cigarette was tucked behind his ear. The face looked younger than it should've been, but the eyes were heavy with years.

Asmodeus didn't speak.

Not right away.

"Oi," the man said again, stepping forward, hands in his pockets. "You gonna keep starin', or you gonna say something?"

"…You're real?" Asmodeus asked, barely above a whisper.

"Nah," the man replied, lighting the cigarette with a flick of his fingers. "Just a shard. Soul fragment. One of the many who got gobbled up by your snowy little girlfriend. But I figured I'd pop in for a smoke."

Asmodeus didn't smile.

But he stepped forward.

This annoying way of trivialising everything, his sharp tone and way of speaking so much similar to himself when he first came to this world... "Old man, can't you be serious?"

"Hah? I am always serious." the man huffed, exhaling. The smoke curled in the shape of a crescent.

The two stared at each other — one a Demon King crowned in silence, the other a man who never got the chance to see his son become what he was now.

"You look like her," His father said after a moment, nodding toward nothing. "Your mother."

Vinea, Asmodea, Linea and Lumina looked shocked at the image of two men who looked the same, one a little sharper and rougher than the man they loved. His face lacked the slight touch of beauty that Ryuji gained from his mother.

"…She missed you," Asmodeus said quietly.

"I know. I watched. I figured she'd try something crazy."

"She did."

A beat.

"She win?"

Asmodeus cracked a small, lopsided smile. "Yeah. She did."

His father huffed, smoke jetting from his nose. "Of course she did. How could the woman I love lose. That woman never lost an argument in her life."

He stepped a bit closer.

"You gonna be okay?" he asked. "You ain't gonna do that thing where you save the world but die and leave these beautiful women to cry alone in a corner after, right?"

"Don't make the same mistake as your old man. If you're going to go in there, take this to the end..."

"Win."

"Tch," Asmodeus clicked his tongue. "Who the hell do you think I am?"

"My kid."

His father looked at the citadel, then patted Ryuji's shoulder. "Nice axe, by the way. Didn't think you would use the same thing as I did. Haha, that must be the Vincenzo blood in you."

"Didn't think my dad would smoke, even in the afterlife."

"It's not real smoke."

Another pause.

Then his father's smile faded a little. "You gonna protect 'em? All of 'em?"

"I already do."

"You gonna stay with 'em? Even when they drive you crazy?"

"…Always."

He looked pleased. "Good. Then maybe I didn't screw everything up."

He started to fade.

The snow shimmered at his feet.

"One last thing," He said. "You gonna cry?"

Asmodeus looked away, just slightly.

"No."

"Liar."

The man turned his back, hands raised in a lazy wave. "Take care, kiddo. Don't keep her waiting."

"Her?"

"Serena, you fool. I heard you knocked her up. If you don't make her happy, your mother will find a way to kill me even though I'm already dead."

The light took him.

And for a moment, it looked like he was smiling even as he vanished.

Asmodeus exhaled.

And said nothing.

Because he didn't need to.

The snow had stopped falling.

And the world was waiting.

He looked into the sky, his long blond hair covering his eyes and face as it slipped down his cheeks.

"I see... so you're gone too..." His voice was low, rough and pained.