"Mhm! Mhm!"
Both Sylvia and Delilah were flustered and on edge for the rest of the night, not wishing to let go of him until they were sure he wouldn't immediately vanish.
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'I don't understand,' Azmodeus thought. 'Why do so many girls keep on falling in love with me...? Even without my otherworldly appearance, it keeps happening... I just don't understand why...'
No matter how many times he restarted from the beginning and made a new life himself, not once had he escaped his fate.
For most, this type of 'curse' would be seen as something only meant for God's Chosen. But for him, it served as a constant reminder for a life that he would never have.
'Love is meant for the weak and those who live lives of insignificance,' Azmodeus thought as his mind drifted. 'That is what I've always believed. That is why my parents left me... They didn't wish to love something so weak... They loved each other because they were equal...'
'No one is my equal.'
'I would never allow myself to become the equal of someone else.'
'In this life, I need to keep evolving. I need to be the absolute best.'
'Love is not meant for someone like me...'
Azmodeus's emotionless eyes fell on the two beautiful women sleeping on his lap. His eyes contained within them emotions that no words could possibly hope to describe.
'Just like the others, these two will leave,' he thought. 'And I am fine with that...'
He had no choice but to be fine with that.
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Both dragons were Grade 5 Immortal Emperors, and by the aggression present in their vicious growls, it was obvious that they didn't like the tiny ant walking next to their lady.
"...They aren't very friendly, are they?" Azmodeus asked Sylvia.
"No, they're really nice!" Sylvia rebuked as she stuck up a hand and smiled. "Isn't that right, Saphron and Salia?" She inquired with a shadow shrouding her smile and eyes.
"!!!" "!!!"
The two scarily powerful silver dragons immediately knelt over and prostrated themselves before their young lady. Though they were countless times larger than the young lady, neither of them were willing to get on her bad side. Therefore, they made way for her and permitted passage through the large silver gates that they guarded.
"Grgghh...!"
They still growled a bit when the unknown crimson-haired man walked past them with their young lady interlinked with his right side.
'I haven't bothered myself until now, but just how strong is Sylvia?' Azmodeus thought as his eyes fell on the divinely beautiful exotic beauty holding his arm with a giddy smile on her face.
'She is only a couple years older than I am, and yet it almost seems as if her existence is shrouded in more mystery than mine. And for some reason, she reminds me of the... light...'
As Azmodeus's thoughts spiraled in an odd direction, he and the others had already passed through the massive silver gates. In front of them stood a reflective, almost translucent palace that simply screamed silver elegance.
However, it was neither the two huge guarddog dragons nor the silver palace that had Azmodeus more in awe. Rather, it was the nigh-suffocating presence that resided within the confines of that silver palace's highest zenith.
'So strong,' he thought. 'So this is what an Immortal God feels like...'
"It seems that daddy is... a little more lively than usual," Sylvia commented as her arms and breasts wrapped even tighter around Azmodeus.
It was almost as if she were afraid he would up and disappear if she weren't careful...
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