Floating above the skies of the Lost Continent was a Demon King of great fame and strength.
Its vertical pupils scanned the land beneath with a cold and calulative gaze. Despite not having a solid platform to stand on, the creature stood tall in the air; its stance displayed skill, discipline, and power that not many could compete with.
Arms folded on its chest, a deep, rumbling growl echoed from this creature. The sound seems annoyed or irritated about something.
"Hey, King. What's the matter? Why look so glum?"
A seductive voice, followed by a lingering touch, woke the king out of its reverie. Its vertical pupils glanced over the one who disturbed its thoughts—a female demon with bat-like wings wearing very thin clothing that almost did nothing to hide what's beneath. Her figure and gaze could easily drive any demon insane with desire.
She's also wearing a leash, and she's holding onto the other end of it, seemingly handing it over to the king.
Such a gesture caused the king's pride and desire to flare intensely, but it quickly recovered. The king knows that this is neither the time nor place for this. That said, it did take the other end of the leash for her, causing the other party to be visibly delighted.
"It's strange," the king stated, peeling his cold gaze from the lady and surveying the land below once more. "I feel like something's wrong lately, but I just can't put a finger on it."
"I keep feeling some strange movements around. Like some pests scrittering here and there, but each time I try to search for them, I don't see anything. It's pissing me off."
This wasn't the first time that this king tried to survey the surrounding area. In fact, the king has been doing this for a couple days in a row now, but it just couldn't find the source of the strange movements and sounds happening.
It's as if these pests could monitor the king's movement, and they would only dare to cause a ruckus whenever he's not actively searching for them. This truly grinds on its nerves and becomes unbearable with each passing day.
"Is that why you've been particularly fierce in bed lately?" The bat-winged demon lady coquettishly leaned on the king's muscular body, tracing the lines of his muscles with her long and delicate fingers.
The king felt a vein popping out on his forehead. It growled in disbelief at the sheer audacity of this bitch. Here it was, trying to be serious, yet this woman's thoughts are still tied to sex. How unbelievable. Though not out of character for this one.
"Go hop on the Lazy Ape's dick if you're horny. I have no time for this," the king replied in an irritated way.
He clearly came here as fast as he could, hoping to see just what the source of that sound is, but to his utter disappointment and disbelief, he only discovered strays mutilating each other—a pretty common sight for their kind. Not a trace or a clue could be found about the sound he heard or the movement he's been feeling lately.
It feels like someone was deliberately messing with him. How can he not feel upset and angry about this?
"King..." Mistress Lust gently approached him.
She released a wave of calming pheromones that wafted to his nose. On regular days, she wouldn't do this to him or any of her fellow sins because they wouldn't appreciate it, but it's necessary right now so she could only apologize to him later.
"Taper down your sin." She whispered close to his ears, her voice sounding like a hypnotic enchantment that bewildered the king. "Now is not the time to succumb to it."
King Pride is, of course, well aware of what she's doing. She had been his comrade for hundreds of years now, so he understood her behavior. He knew that she wouldn't dare cross the line in moments like this, so he allowed himself to be ensnared by her seductive enchantment.
It couldn't be helped. The sin of pride was too strong to be a fault. Forget about how easy it would be for him to get lost in its abyssal embrace; the mere fact that only he was able to bear the burden of this insignia was an obvious clue of how troublesome this was.
Lust's enchantment causes her target to lower their inhibitions, allowing her to essentially control them as she pleases. In terms of synchronization with the insignia of sin, Lust is only second to Lady Envy, giving her enough control and mastery over her powers.
She's helping him stay calm by controlling him. Unfortunately, she has to resort to using her echantment to do so because the Insignia of Pride is truly too powerful. If she makes any mistakes here, she will undoubtedly be killed by King Pride once he succumbs to its grip.
Mistress Lust guides him through it, allowing him to escape the pull of the spiraling madness that threatened to swallow him whole. Comfort and exhaustion followed this; it's the backlash caused by his poor control and relationship with his insignia.
"You're right, maybe I do need more rest. I'm starting to hate this place more and more," King Pride weakly complained, slinging his arm on Lust's shoulders with his paws fondling her tits.
His other paw tugged on the other end of the leash, causing tightness around her neck that sent a quivering pleasure to her core.
"Come on, big boy. Let's go to my place. We can make as much noise as we want there."
As soon as she said this, she found herself being carried by King Pride, despite his weakness. He then makes his way to her place.
The two of them never noticed a lens peeking out of the ground. Shortly after they left, a drone dug itself out of the ground and began flying towards one of the hidden outposts on the Lost Continent.