Ashes of Conquest and the Abyss's Temptation
Pyrion's severed head sliced through the empty air before thudding onto the mound of ash and rubble from the collapsed mine. The only sound was the grotesquely vivid gush of crimson blood spraying like a fountain from his decapitated, fat corpse, soaking the ground.
"Ah......"
A deflated groan leaked from someone's lips, snapping the taut thread of reason among the high knights. The man who had been second-in-command of the domain, boldly proclaiming himself the new lord, reduced to a hunk of meat in the blink of an eye. Clang!Crang! Overwhelmed by that absolute, brutal power, the knights trembled like aspen leaves in abject terror. The swords and spears they prided themselves on slipped from their sweat-slicked hands, clattering uselessly to the floor.
I drew the ferocious, viscous demonic power coiling around my body to its utmost limit from my dantian. My pitch-black abyss, which utterly rejected mana, exploded outward in expansion, sending massive vibrations that shook not just the mine but the entire Burning Forge domain.
"If you don't want to die, kneel and surrender right now!"
My voice, like a beast's roar of oppression, tore through the ash-strewn air. The demonic killing intent pouring from my body choked the knights' breaths; as if on cue, they dropped to their knees en masse, slamming their foreheads into the dirt. The dull thud of iron armor hitting the ground echoed through the mine as a chorus of submission.
I gazed down coldly at the scene of capitulation, then beckoned to Elise, Seria, and Rubia, who had been holding their breath behind me. At my call, the three women approached with trembling steps, lining up cautiously at my back. With my back to them, soaked in blood and filth, I declared heavily to the prostrate knights, the mine's commoners, and the entire domain.
"The arrogant tiger and the sly fox whelp are both dead. From now on, this land, rebuilt from blood and ash, will burn only by my abyss. And the ones who will rule and govern it are these three women behind me."
At my absolute proclamation, Elise's eyes widened in shock and ecstasy, while the sisters clamped their hands over their mouths, unable to believe it.
I strode slowly forward, stopping before Pyrion's head, which had rolled to a halt amid the ashes. Aiming at his rigid eyes, still uncomprehending, I mercilessly stomped down with my blackened heel. Crack! Splurch! His skull crumpled grotesquely, brain matter and blood bursting stickily beneath my foot. Crushing those foul fragments, I drove the final nail into the remnants of the domain.
"Anyone dissatisfied with this decision, step forward now. If your life means nothing, I'll gladly rip your necks out with this abyss's power anytime."
But not one of the vermin crawling at my feet dared lift their head. Only their ragged, fearful breaths and the demonic aura rippling from my body proclaimed the birth of the Burning Forge's new sovereign.
The high knights, witnessing the horrific sight of Pyrion's exploded head rolling in the ashes, could no longer muster even a shred of shallow loyalty or knightly pride. Clang, crang! The magic swords they had swung so proudly to oppress the commoners were abandoned limply on the collapsed mine floor. Looking down at these men—who had encircled me moments ago intent on killing me, now pathetically foreheads in the dirt, shivering for their lives—I let out a chilling sneer.
"Knights, my ass. You're worth less than rats. The moment your lord croaks, you toss your magic swords and grovel like worms. Gutless trash without a shred of pride."
At my scorn-laced shout, the knights bowed even deeper, too broken to feel shame.
As the situation settled, Elise approached cautiously from behind me, where she had been holding her breath. Clasping her fully regenerated hands, she bowed deeply and pleaded.
"Master... For saving us from this hellish nightmare and purifying this rotten domain, we could devote our lives and it still wouldn't be enough. Before you leave, please accept our gratitude. We wish to serve you with the domain's utmost hospitality, to wash away your fatigue."
But before she could finish, I turned my head coldly.
"Unnecessary. The courtesy or rituals of filthy mages like you disgust me. Instead of wasting time on pointless nonsense, properly rebuild the domain of atonement I commanded."
I spat the words icily and turned with heavy steps toward the entrance of the collapsed mine. It was then.
"Grk, ugh...!"
A bizarre rupture echoed from the depths of my heart, slamming into my ears. Before I could draw breath, excruciating agony—like my organs burning alive in hellfire—engulfed my entire body. It was the unavoidable backlash of absolute providence.
My flesh was a pitch-black vessel that permitted not a single drop of mana. Yet I had crammed in Ignis's 7th Circle flames, Pyrion's mana, and the sisters' vast power, forcibly converting it all into the most ferocious demonic might. The price of squeezing and abusing that explosive energy in such a short time had finally snapped my body's limits.
The jet-black demonic energy surging through my veins lost control, surging to my brain and searing my reason white-hot. My vision twisted grotesquely, the mine ceiling spinning wildly.
"M-Master! Ah, Master!"
Elise, Seria, and Rubia's horrified screams from behind faded distantly, like drowning underwater. My legs buckled, my body hitting its limit and collapsing; I plummeted into endless abyss toward the blood-and-ash-caked floor, consciousness fading to black.
I snapped my eyes open in pitch-black darkness. The searing agony that had torn through my veins and threatened to incinerate my brain was gone without a trace. Cool, unpleasantly sticky air filled my lungs.
I hadn't fallen into the blood-scented, ash-choked reality of the mine. This was a place that rejected even a drop of foreign mana, where only the most primal, ferocious demonic authority bubbled viscously. The bottom of the abyss coiled deepest in my inner self.
As my blurry vision adjusted to the abyss's gloom,
"Ahh... my arrogant and magnificent Master."
A bone-melting, dreamy, sticky voice pierced the silent blood-red darkness, tickling my ears. Stepping through the splashing jet-black pool before me was Asmodeus, the demon of lust parasitizing the depths of my soul, egging on my corruption.
But I couldn't help doubting if this was the same As I usually called with disdain. The haughty Ignis perfectly debased into a bitch in heat, the viscous lustful powers I had unleashed beyond limits. As had devoured every last bit of that vast corruptive energy I'd forcibly converted and abused at the cost of my body's collapse, growing grotesquely here in the abyss.
Her once slender waist, graspable in one hand, now curved in languid, sensual lines to dizzyingly wide hips. Above all, what seized my gaze were her breasts, swollen to burst the thin leather skin. Those obscene fruits, incomparably more explosively hypertrophied than before, had evolved purely for male visual pleasure and lust—transformed into an overwhelmingly feminine, corrupted demon body.
"To debase that noble, high-nosed lord into such perfect filth in so short a time... The thick, sweet waves of lust you unleashed made even my soul in the abyss feel like it would burn whole."
Like a sultry serpent, As slithered close, sticking viscously to my body. She blatantly mashed and ground the soft swell of her bursting breasts against my firm chest, licking up my earlobe with sticky wetness.
"Do you feel it? How vast this vessel of the abyss has become, newly opened as you trampled them like beasts. How dizzyingly high its overflowing power's limit reaches."
As breathed hot against my nape, whispering ceaseless sweet praise and temptation. Each brush of her wet tongue tip evaporated the horrific fatigue that had crushed me near death in an instant. In its place surged a beastly conquest lust to pin this insolent, lewd demon to the floor right now, and a thrilling dominance racing up my spine.
"Now you can dominate and corrupt this world even deeper, even more ferociously. Come, prove your pent-up greatness and violence to this bitch in heat, As..."
As's hand slyly rubbed my cock, brimming with blatant, aroused provocation intent on bursting the lust slumbering deep within me to its limits.