402 Chapter 66.5 - Satania Of Wrath
I lounged on my throne, feeling the warmth of a woman kneeling beneath me, her tongue tracing over the arch of my foot, almost like she was in a trance. Her hand gripped my ankle with reverence, holding it as if it were some sacred object. I barely paid her attention, my gaze fixed on the woman standing in front of me.
"Your sadistic nature hasn't changed a bit, Satania," said the woman, another Princess of Hell like myself.
"Well, your proclivities are far worse than mine, Asmodeus," I shot back with a smirk.
Asmodeus, the Princess of Lust, was infamous for her unquenchable desires, a fitting title for her. While I reigned over Wrath, her lust wasn't what one might expect—her cravings were directed solely toward women. She could grow limbs at will, and even parts that didn't belong on a woman. That ability was the source of many of her exploits.
"So, what brings you here? With the war against the humans on the horizon, I'm assuming you're here to check on the preparations."
"Well, I'd be lying if I said that's the only reason I came," Asmodeus replied, her smile turning sultry.
"Oh? So, there's more?"
She flashed me a knowing smile, one filled with the kind of desire she didn't bother hiding. Her eyes lingered on me, taking in every detail.
"If you're thinking of that," I said as I swapped feet, the woman at my feet eagerly switching to lick the other one, her tongue tracing the skin like she couldn't get enough, "then don't even bother. I'm not like you, who grows a man's private parts just to have her way with women."
"I'm not nearly as bad as you, Satania of Wrath," Asmodeus purred. "But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in your body. Out of all of us, you're the only one whose body looks like it hasn't aged since puberty. I wouldn't be surprised if nothing's grown down there at all."
"Lilith called you the one destined to envelop this world in darkness, didn't she? And that man—he recognized you as such too. He called you the Great Darkness. No, he called all of you the Great Darkness and started worshipping you like gods, like you were the Great Ones. He even built a monument and an entire church in your honor. He believed you saved his life because you were the last thing he saw as he was dying. But in reality, you were just making him lick the blood and filth from your feet."
I narrowed my eyes, not fully grasping why she was telling me all this.
"And?"
"And from that moment, the Eclipse was born," she continued, the smirk on her lips widening. "His descendant took that madness, rebuilt it, expanded it. Now it's this massive, sprawling cult, all trying to summon a being that doesn't even exist. A complete fabrication, something his ancestor conjured from his broken mind."
I crossed my arms, growing bored of her storytelling. "Why are you telling me this?"
She grinned, eyes flashing with mischief. "Because it's an interesting story. Don't you think? Almost... heartwarming."
I rolled my eyes, pulling my foot away from the woman's eager mouth, her tongue frozen mid-lick as I used my power to stop time around her. "It might warm your twisted little heart, but it's meaningless to me."
Slipping my shoes back on, I stood up, my patience wearing thin. "Anyway, I've got more important things to handle. My troops need to be prepared. The war is imminent. You'd better be ready."
Asmodeus licked her lips slowly, eyes fixed on me like a predator eyeing prey. "I don't particularly care about this war. Hell, I don't even understand why the Demon King is so set on fighting the humans again. But I'd be lying if I said the chaos didn't excite me."
She grinned wickedly as I turned to leave, her eyes filled with hunger that had nothing to do with the impending battle.
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