Devil's Massacre
Three flame mages emerged from the flickering inferno, sneering with vile grins. Their eyes were glued to the trembling woman's exposed flesh peeking perilously from beneath her skirt, gleaming with sticky lust. One of them spotted me standing impassively in front of her and snorted derisively.
"What the hell is this? Some mana-less trash playing hero?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the mage snapped his fingers. A crimson fireball hurtled straight at my head with a vicious whoosh.
I didn't dodge. Hell, I didn't even feel the need to.
Boom...!
A ferocious explosion roared as the blazing flames engulfed my entire body. The woman screamed in terror, squeezing her eyes shut, while the mages burst into disgusting jeers.
But when the dust cleared, their laughter froze solid.
"W-what the...? What the fuck just happened?"
I stood unscathed amid the dying flames. The fire that touched my skin crumbled away like it had slammed into an invisible wall, scattering into harmless motes of mana.
A miracle that had never manifested back when I'd only imperfectly accepted the demon's power. It was only after the brutal slaughter that painted the village in blood—only after that hellish agony finally reconstructed my twisted flesh—that it awoke.
Mana Insulation Body
The overwhelming power that mocked all magical common sense and denied its very foundations—its first authority, the Mana Insulation Body, had activated perfectly.
"M-magic... it's gone?! No way! Burn him! Incinerate him until not even ash remains!"
Panicking, the mages chanted in unison, unleashing massive pillars of flame from all directions.
But the result was the same. Every time I took a casual step forward, their destructive spells shattered futilely before they could even touch me.
Terror beyond shock—raw, primal fear—bloomed on the mages' faces.
"That all you got? For self-proclaimed mages strutting around like big shots, that's some pathetic fireplay."
I sneered coldly and kicked off the ground hard.
Whoosh...!
The demon's blood, the Bloodline of Lust, boiled within me, transforming my body into a beast that transcended human limits.
It was a speed no eye could follow.
The moment I vanished from their sight, my merciless fist slammed into the face of the frontmost mage.
Splat...!
"Gahk!"
His facial bones caved in grotesquely as his body flew through the air and crashed into a burning tree trunk. He died instantly, without even a final gasp.
"T-this psycho...! Monster!"
The second mage frantically tried to raise a barrier, but my hand was faster. I grabbed him by the collar before the shield could form and smashed him into the ground.
Crunch...!
A chilling crack echoed as his spine shattered.
With two comrades reduced to meat in seconds, the last one collapsed, pissing himself in terror. Gone was the arrogant swagger of wielding fireballs.
"H-heek! Sp-spare...!"
"No mana, and you turn into bugs just like that."
I mercilessly crushed his knee, then stomped his screaming head into pulp, ending him.
In the heart of the burning forest, slaughtering these pompous mages with raw violence took less than a minute.
I shook the dripping blood from my fist and turned around.
The woman, sprawled on her ass, stared up at me with eyes mixed of shock and awe.
The overwhelming power that utterly negated magic. Before that brutal, absolute might, her soft breasts—peeking through her torn dress—rose and fell with a strange, feverish heat.
I approached her slowly, shaking the blood from my fist without a care. Amid the gruesome wreckage of overwhelming violence, my expression remained chillingly calm.
Looking down at her trembling in fear with emotionless eyes, I asked in a low, heavy voice,
"Who are you?"
My words snapped her back to reality. She jolted, then burst into tears of relief and lingering terror, crawling to cling desperately to my legs. Her dirt-smeared, slender hands clutched my bloodied pant leg.
"Hic... P-please, save me...! I-I'm... I'm Elise, from the noble family that rules the Burning Forge territory beyond those woods..."
Burning Forge. The domain ruled by the flame tyrant Ignis.
My eyebrow twitched faintly.
"A noble, huh. What’s a territory noble doing fleeing through the woods from her own mages?"
"Ignis... that demon...! S-sob..."
Elise shuddered with profound grief and rage at the horrific memory. Her ample breasts, barely contained by her ripped dress, swayed precariously with her sobs.
"He burst into our mansion tonight out of nowhere. He's always been a merciless tyrant, but... tonight his eyes were different. He... he burned my husband alive in the most gruesome flames, then tried to... to force himself on me...!"
Unable to continue, Elise bowed her head and wailed. My pant leg soaked with her hot tears.
"My husband... even as his body burned in agony, he clung to him, resisting to the end. He screamed at me to run, to live... I fled into the woods in a panic. Then his minions hunted me like prey..."
She looked up at me pleadingly. Her face was a mess of soot and tears, but that beauty steeped in desperate sorrow and fear was lethally alluring, stirring a man's dark urges for conquest and depravity.
"Please... You're strong enough to tear mages apart with your bare hands. Take me in. If you kill Ignis... that monster... I'll give you my body, my soul—anything you desire...!"
Elise lost all reason, clinging to me. A refined noble lady, raised in luxury, reduced in hours to groveling at a stranger's feet, begging to offer herself.
I gazed down at her coldly. Ignis's name, her tragedy—they were just meaningless noise to me.
But then, a sharp, unpleasant yet sweet laugh pierced my mind.
"Kukuku... Why hesitate? A delicious offering crawled right to your feet."
My shadow rippled unnaturally, and from it, Asmodeus's spirit materialized in thick purple mist—visible only to me. As, her eyes gleaming, pretended to stroke Elise's trembling shoulder with her translucent hand.
"Fuck her right now. You burned too much demon power in that little scrap."
I scowled inwardly. 'Demon power? What the hell are you talking about?'
"Duh, idiot. That overwhelming might flowing through you, the authority that devours magic—is it free? The source of your power is the Authority of Lust."
As buried her nose in Elise's nape, inhaling deeply in mock ecstasy, grinning wickedly.
"The more women whose wombs you fill with your seed, the more their mana gets purified and converted into your demonic power. That's the only fuel letting you wield this strength and reign eternally."
My gaze turned icy. Staring down at the woman begging for salvation, I shot back at As. '...You telling me to rape her right now?'
As shrugged in exasperation, circling me.
"Rape? Hell no! This is a blessing—a contract! She's drowning in fear deeper than death. You give her the power for revenge and a safe haven; she gives you her mana and body. How's that rape? It's the best deal for both sides!"
As leaned close to my ear, lips brushing it.
"Look at those pitiful eyes. Taking her now is your first step as a true Demon King. Plant your seed in her womb, harvest her mana. That's the only path to the revenge you crave."
Unaware of my gaze into empty air, Elise clutched my pant leg tighter, terrified my silence meant refusal. Her noble pride had long crumbled.
"Please... I'll do anything you command. Just... please..."
As's mocking laughter mingled with the woman's pleas, rattling my eardrums.