Seven Sins System Chapter 180. Asmo, The Lord of Lust I (Patreon)

Seven Sins System Chapter 180. Asmo, The Lord of Lust I

"He seriously hasn't changed," I muttered to myself, shaking my head slowly from side to side. Well, it was him after all, I couldn’t expect less.

I turned around, ready to leave. But as the woman let out a climax sigh, I could feel the devil's eyes piercing me. A hint of something dark and sinister lurking behind me.

And then I heard the voice, a deep, hoarse growl that seemed to come from the very depths of hell. "I know you are there," it said, piercing the wall of silence and echoing all around me.

I turned around, and my eyes widened. The air was thick with a demonic aura, and it felt as though a giant demon's claw was reaching out to grab me, its fingers closing around me with deadly intent. I felt as though I was being sucked into a black hole, an endless void from which there was no escape.

The dark, oppressive aura that had been closing in on me suddenly dissipated, dispersing into the wind like a handful of ashes being carried away by a gentle breeze. I felt the wind brush past me, ruffling my hair, and I stood there, unwavering, my eyes fixed on the window before me.

A burst of evil laughter came, a sound that was full of obvious intimidation and malice. "You are surely brave, mortal!" The voice boomed in my ears. "You didn't even flinch upon my power!"

I remained still and shook my head from side to side slowly, not shifting my gaze for even a moment. My face was well known throughout the Shadow Realm. But perhaps, just like Lily, he was mistaking me for a mere mortal who happened to resemble me. That was a high possibility, of course. After all, my dad used a puppet to fool all the demons and made them think that I was still in the Shadow Realm.

Since I had no intention of playing along with that demon's games, so I made my move. With a simple flick, I teleported directly into the room, appearing to right in front of him.

The shadow's shock was palpable. He was clearly taken aback by my ability. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his jaw hung slack as he tried to process what had just happened.

Meanwhile, the woman lay on the bed, naked, unconscious, and vulnerable. A satisfied smile was on her face and a good amount of thick liquid was between her thighs. The summoning formation was on the floor and from my observation, it was just a normal devil summoning formation.

"Hello, Asmo. Long time no see,” I greeted the demon in a calm tone. Yes, from his shape of shadow, I knew he is Asmo, the Lord of Lust.

The shadow took a step forward, his face contorted with shock and disbelief. He gazed at me with intense, intimidating eyes, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

"Who are you?" he hissed, his voice still thick with the devilish tone that he had used before.

I stood my ground, my gaze never leaving his. Without uttering a word, I revealed my true form to him. My six tentacles and wings burst forth from my back, stretching out to their full length. My purple horns emerged from my head, gleaming in the dim light of the room. And my brown eyes changed into my devilish red eyes.

The shadow's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of me. A pleased smile spread across his lips once he realized who I was. Slowly, his body began to shift, the shadow form that he had been using giving way to his true, physical form.

The ugly shadow turned into a handsome red-haired incubus with a friendly and inviting face that immediately put those around him at ease. His smile was warm, and his eyes twinkled with an inner light that was both captivating and reassuring. Despite his devilish appearance, there was something undeniably charming about him, something that made others feel instantly at ease in his presence.

He was adorned with a pair of black horns that rose up from his head, a stark contrast to his fiery red hair. His demon wings were large and imposing, each feather shining like black glass in the light. They were a testament to his power, and they spoke of his unshakable confidence. His incubus tail swung back and forth behind him.

“El! Why are you here?" He greeted me happily. It was so different from his previous devil voice.

I replied to him with a flat stare. “Stop calling me by my childhood name. That's disgusting,” I retorted unhappily as I hid all my demonic features. Yes, El was my childhood name. Only a few demons knew about it since I spent most of my childhood time in the palace. And since Asmo was one of my childhood friends, he knew that name.

"You are still grumpy as always," he said with a smile, "You should stop that or your wrinkles will get worse."

I couldn't help but smile wryly at his words. He knew as well that demons were immune to the signs of aging. We didn't have wrinkles, gray hair, or any other physical sign of aging that mortals were subject to. So, his comment was nothing more than a playful tease.

"So why are you here?" he asked again, "Are you also accepting a mortal summons?"

"I wish it was that simple, unfortunately not," I replied with a shrug.

"No?" he repeated, the disbelief clear in his voice. "So why are you here?"

"Important missions," I admitted. A dry smile on my lips "Keep this a secret from the others, or dad will destroy your core,” I warned him to keep his mouth shut.

"Does this have anything to do with the last meeting?" he guessed in a speculative tone. He didn't look surprised at all, as if he had suspected the truth all along.

I exhaled a long breath and nodded. “Kinda.”