Loki snorted coldly and pushed open the doors of the main room. He left the passionate scene behind him and entered a quiet room of elegance, lit by chandeliers that floated inches away from each ceiling, held there by magitech.
In the room was a long golden carpet that led to the dais where two thrones were set, one for the Devil King on the left and one for the Devil Queen on the right. The one meant to be occupied by the Devil King was conspicuously empty, but Loki did not find that strange, as his grandpa was always fighting battles at the realm border to expand their living space.
Rather, the throne that held the Devil Queen was occupied by the one who actually ruled Paradise City and all the territories around it, the Devil Queen herself, Crysta!
Crysta was a being above all and below none. Her figure was proudly displayed in the light, showing a mature dark-skinned woman with short-cropped hair that was black in color but had golden highlights at the tips.
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Her face was perfectly sculpted to represent mature femininity, while her purple eyes radiated a light of sheer cunning and intelligence, retaining hints of allure and challenge toward male libido. It was as if her eyes were constantly provoking any male to dare to push her down; she wouldn't resist.
Topped with a small nose, thick purple-colored lips that looked like tasty berries, and a soft chin, her facial features may not reach Eva or Hikari's level, but they were definitely on par with Zaine, Roma, and Shuangtian's.
But her body... Lord, it was not fair at all.
Soft shoulders gleamed in the light, and medium-thin arms that could barely come together to cover the huge F-cup breasts that could likely smother a man to death. A flat stomach with a faint outline of abs, a thin waist that even a child could wrap their arms around, billowed into wide hips that would necessitate special seating, as standard chairs would struggle.
Thick thighs that were soft but not flabby, yet delicately small feet that looked like they should not be able to carry all that mass for even a second.
All of this was barely concealed by a thin purple dress made of gauze styled in the regal devil fashion. Her chest and hips were covered by the dress, which was not a one-piece; her stomach, shoulders, thighs, and feet were on display as she sat lazily upon the throne, like a cat reclining on a chair.
「Name: Crysta – Rank 7 Devil Queen
Level: 400
HP: 70,000,000,000,000,000/70,000,000,000,000,000」
When Loki came in, he beamed widely as he walked briskly toward the throne.
"Grandma!" he shouted with joy, jumping into the open embrace of Crysta.
For that matter, Crysta's eyes lit up when she saw Loki enter, a look of unparalleled gentleness and maternal love radiating from her body as she stretched out her arms to welcome her beloved grandson into her embrace.
"Oh, my darling Loki, how I've missed you so," she stated fondly as she pinched his cheeks.
Crysta's accent was nothing like the other devils, being unlike an English lady. In fact, from her clothing to her demeanor and accent, she seemed more similar to Zaine and Bria, with a distinctive African-like nature.
Only Crysta knew how much trouble her difference gave her in the battle for Mephisto's heart back then, but she eventually triumphed for reasons that everyone now understood. Her succubus bloodline was too unique and could potentially lead to an atavism!
Loki rubbed his head in Crysta's huge mounds, remembering using them as a pillow to sleep on often when he was a toddler, and Zaine would visit her mother for advice. Those were the good days because Crysta always pampered him with delicacies and the best things.
"Grandma, where is Grandpa? I have something to tell him!" Loki decided to get to the reason why he came here.
Crysta snapped out of her thoughts and smiled. "Your grandpa came home after a long campaign, so I rewarded him for his hard work for three weeks. He should still be recovering."
Loki was speechless again. Poor Grandpa. He was a member of the Devil Lord subspecies, who were battle devils that controlled the elements to fight. Mephisto himself was a thunder-element-focused person, which was why Zaine could use the element so well herself.
That was to say, in a battle of martial might, Mephisto would never lose to anyone below True God. But in that kind of 'battle' that occurred in bed, he was no different from a Rank 7 mortal man, with no advantages, yet he dared to toy with the Queen of Succubi with a rare bloodline?
Even that hooligan Misery—with all his power—treated every battle with Chel and Bria like his last, often writing his will beforehand because he was never entirely sure he would survive afterward.
Nightwalker had permanently cut off a piece of his soul to be held by Jormungandr to give to Xela to resurrect him if he ever died while dealing with Bella, who obtained a succubus bloodline and was a God Serpent Inheritor!
Even Happy Scholar, who was currently engaged to Gentle Flower, did not dare to joke around with his life, wearing a special pendant bestowed by Eva that protected his soul. Gentle Flower was only a dryad too, one step below a succubus in the 'drain men to death' ranking, but the fellow did not dare take chances!
As the saying goes, it is easy to enter a succubus, but it is exceedingly difficult to pull out.
Who did Mephisto think he was to dare lie under the succubus queen for three weeks?
"Will... he be alright?" Loki couldn't help but ask.
Crysta was amused and patted Loki on the back. "He'll be fine, I've put him through worse. Let me call him here for you."
With a wave of her hand, a figure crawled out of the shadow of the throne room, a mature devil maid who also wore glasses and had her hair done up in a bun. She was voluptuous even in the unrevealing Victorian maid outfit, her expression stern and her features incredibly beautiful, akin to the stern lady boss of the office.
"Lydia, please fetch my husband. Tell him our darling grandson Loki is looking for him urgently," Crysta ordered the maid.
"At once, my queen." Lydia bowed with obeisance and glanced at Loki, who waved over in happy greeting, a slight smile breaking on her face.
Loki was naturally familiar with his grandma's personal handmaid because she was the head maid of the Devil Castle, while Charles was the head butler. It was Lydia who often prepared his snacks and sweets, her cooking being of the Grandmaster Rank.
Not to mention, Martha was trained and selected by Lydia for him due to his preferences. Lydia often prepared extra snacks and sweets for him to take home, so naturally, Loki was extremely fond of her.
Lydia disappeared into the shadows, allowing Loki to chat with his grandma about various things. However, he had a headache because his grandma was twice as cunning and intelligent as his mother, so she always subtly tried to inquire about Draco from him.
It wasn't that Crysta liked his father, as Crysta was notorious for her loyalty to Mephisto, but she too wanted to see the almighty Immortal Adventurer pioneer who her daughter gushed about day and night, whom even her husband claimed was extraordinary beyond measure.
To capture her sharp-witted daughter to the point of foolishness and to make her exceedingly arrogant husband admit his inferiority, she knew that the fellow must be greater than she imagined. She was just curious to see whether the fellow had three heads and six arms to achieve all this.
Soon, Charles walked in and bowed to both Crysta and Loki with respect before calling out, "The great Mephisto, Devil King of our realm, has arrived!"
The doors then swung open widely, revealing the now-empty grand chamber that was vacated to allow the Devil King to come in. With brisk steps that showed a sprightly power that did not display any weakness from the ordeal he had gone through, Mephisto walked into the throne room under the gaze of both his wife and grandson, a smile on his face.