Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 515: Is it over...?

The sun rose slow and soft across the ruined sky, casting gold over broken towers and bloodied stone. Morning wind stirred what was left of the battleground. The rot had faded. The darkness was gone.

And for the first time in her life, Serena felt cold.

She pulled the worn blanket tighter around her shoulders and sat beside the sleeping body of the man she'd saved—and nearly lost. Asmodeus lay stretched out across the stone dais, his breathing slow but even. He hadn't awoken since he asked her that question and collapsed.

Serena flicked through his hair and smiled gently, her atmosphere different from the past.

Although she felt bad, when she asked the other girls to give her some time alone with him, they all agreed. Yumiko and Yuina came to see him while he slept, and although jealous. They understood after feeling the changes in Serena and how she lacked aura.

"My dear husband, will you still love me... when you wake up?"

Her touch didn't glow anymore.

No light. No power. No sacred pressure humming beneath her skin. Just warmth. Just skin. The miracle that was left behind.

Serena looked down at her hands—pale, chipped, dust still under her nails. Not a trace of divinity remained. She had traded it all.

And she would do it again.

"I can't protect you anymore," she whispered.

Her voice didn't carry far. The wind stole it, as if it belonged only to her.

"I can't shield you with light. I can't undo your wounds. I can't bend the world to give you more time." She looked at him, eyes soft. "But I'm still here. That's what I wanted. To stay. Just me."

A figure came closer, shifting behind her.

Levia's silhouette passed through the ruins below. A few more followed—Lumina's spider-silk strands, Ciela's pale green hair glinting in the distance, Vinea's heavy sword resting across her shoulders as she checked the outer walls. The others would wake soon.

They were alive. Bruised, broken, exhausted. But alive and waiting for their king to return, even Alan sat with a concerned expression...

Something happened after the box seal...

A dark aura flew into the mouth of Asmodeus, a small but obvious error.

Yet Serena smiled faintly.

"I won't cling to you," she said, glancing back at him again. "You're not mine to own. You never were. I just… wanted to walk beside you."

Her hand lingered on his.

Then she stood.

The wind flipped the edges of her robe, tugging it aside to reveal the slight swell of her stomach. Life. Quiet, steady, unshaken. She laid a hand over it and exhaled, closing her eyes.

A golden fox spirit stirred beside her—her last tether to what she had once been.

Even though it was dull now, quiet and sleepy, more symbol than sentinel. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

She let it rest.

Then turned toward the crumbling steps of the dais and began walking down.

There was work to be done. The others would be waiting. And soon, they would begin to build.

A home.

Not long after Serena left Asmodeus sleeping, the cloth curtain flickered and a person entered, her glossy brown skin and golden eyes shimmering in the dark, destroyed castle.

The room was silent, and only the sound of Asmodeus's breathing remained. Slow. Steady. Alive.

Riel approached him, a gentle look on her face as she remembered all he endured to save her, and to reach this point, her hand stroking his cheek as she sat beside him. The black robe she wore was messy due to her posture.

Her golden eyes fixed on the man they had both loved—shared for so long.

A faint light leaked from the broken archway, dithering slightly across her dark skin in fading streaks. Her turquoise hair hung loose in two long pigtails, the strands stirring in the faint breeze as she said nothing.

A pair of footsteps echoed, gently tapping on the stone, approaching closer.

Sariel moved like she always had—like a little cat, exploring, sneaking around. Her hips swaying, chest forward, but now… There was a flutter in her motion, a mature and sensual atmosphere that didn't exist before.

When she reached a few steps away from them, she stopped.

"I kept thinking you'd be the one to come first," Sariel said, voice soft but vibrant.

Riel didn't turn. "I wasn't sure what I'd say."

They stood in silence.

Then Sariel took a slow breath, her pink hair shimmering faintly under the morning light. Her blue skin was still flushed from recent exertion. The curves of her body, always generous, looked fuller in person now. Unshared. Unfiltered. Her own.

"You're quieter than I expected," Sariel said. Her lips curved into a faint smile, trying to lighten the air. "I always imagined your voice would sound like mine. Just… less fun."

At that, Riel's mouth lifted slightly. Not quite a smile. But close.

"And I imagined you'd be louder."

Sariel laughed softly, nervously. Then her voice broke a little.

"It's weird," she said, stepping closer, her eyes never leaving Riel. "You're… real."

"Yes, I am Riel."

"Y-You...!"

Another step.

They were only a few feet apart now, the air between them charged not with magic, but memory. Thousands of days spent as one. Hundreds of nights dreaming together. Feeling what the other felt. Needing what the other needed.

"Don't tease me, I am really happy you are still here."

And now—

"I don't know how to exist without you in my head," Sariel admitted. "It's like the whole world is louder and emptier at the same time."

Riel looked at her then, golden eyes meeting golden eyes.

"I know."

Sariel reached out—slowly, hesitantly—and touched Riel's hand.

The warmth between them was strange. Familiar and foreign.

Riel didn't pull away.

"You feel... softer," Sariel whispered. "And taller. And your ass really is ridiculous."

Riel blinked.

"Your tits are bigger than I thought."

They both stared at each other.

Then—slowly—Riel chuckled. Low. Subtle. Real.

Sariel burst into laughter, a wild grin breaking across her face as she pulled Riel into a hug. The motion was sudden, full of too much energy, and her cheek pressed against Riel's collarbone.

"You were the quiet one," she murmured. "But I missed you first."

Riel closed her eyes for a moment, her hand resting lightly on Sariel's back.

"I never missed you," she whispered.

Sariel stilled.

"…You didn't?"

"I didn't have to," Riel said. "You were always there."

Sariel understood that even when she vanished... There was a strange connection between them. It felt as if some kind of magic would bring them back together. Now, seeing her in person, Sariel's emotions bubbled inside.

"It's like I've gained a sister..."

"Well, that sounds like a pleasant idea."

"Really?"

"Of course, we've both slept with the same man too, how fickle... yet amusing."

"Was our master cool?"

"Lord Asmodeus? He was amazing!" Riel inferred, her face filled with light as she smiled.

"I see, hehe..."

Sariel pulled back slowly, eyes wet but smiling. "You'll stay?"

Riel looked past her to the man sleeping just meters away. Her voice came calm, steady.

"I'm not going anywhere. I promised."

Not long after, the pair noticed the two at the door and sighed. "We should let the others get some time with him... especially her."

"I guess, but he didn't wake up for us, how vexing."

"Now now, you know he can't resist us if we attack him together."

"Mm!"

Riel coaxed Sariel to leave the quiet chamber and patted the shoulder of the beautiful fox, with golden hair and red eyes, and the other with blue. "He's all your's sisters."

"Hehe."

Sariel didn't really mind, because Yumiko was one of her best friends after Ciela, she stroked the pair's heads and then noticed something different about them, but couldn't quite put her fingers on it.

As Riel and Sariel passed them by, Yuina gave a gentle nod, and Yumiko offered a playful smile.

"He's all yours, sisters," Riel said as she passed, her hand briefly resting on Yumiko's shoulder.

Yumiko's red eyes sparkled. "Then we'll make the most of it."

Sariel grinned at Yuina as they walked past. "Try not to cry when he wakes up for you."

Yuina rolled her eyes but smiled. "If he doesn't, I'm cutting off his dessert privileges."

Yumiko snorted.

Dessert was the word the women used for sex, between each other.

Inside the chamber, it was quiet again.

Asmodeus still slept, chest rising and falling in slow rhythm, the strain of battle still carved across his face in faded bruises and lingering weariness. His arm twitched once, as if even unconscious, he knew they were near.

Yuina knelt beside him first. Her long black hair was tied back in a simple braid, and her eyes, clear, like the sun watched him with a quiet fondness. She brushed her fingers along his temple, her voice low.

"You sleep like a mountain, you know that?"

Yumiko sat beside her, tucking her tails carefully behind her, a small smile playing on her lips.

"You had twelve women waiting, and you still made us wait longer."

Asmodeus stirred slightly.

Yuina leaned closer. "You've already missed your chance to beg for forgiveness, so I hope you're ready."

"Mm…" His voice was rough, barely a breath, but his eyes opened slowly, unfocused.

They both froze.

Yumiko's eyes brightened. "There you are…"

Yuina's lips trembled before she quickly leaned in and kissed his forehead. "About time."

He blinked again, confused.

Yumiko leaned in beside her. "You'll understand in a second."

From a pouch at her hip, she carefully drew out a small parchment, unrolled and weathered, the image etched in delicate magical ink.

A white-haired baby girl with soft blue eyes stared back at him, awkwardly reaching toward the sketch artist. A tiny fox tail curled beside her legs.

Yumiko's smile softened. "She's mine. Ours."

Asmodeus didn't speak, he was completely stunned... the first thing he sees upon waking is Yumiko's plump cleavage pressed against him, and like a dream, Yuina sat beside her... his first lover and her sister.

'Did I die?' Were his first thoughts.

Until he saw the picture... and his chest pounded, a deep and heavy thud... that grew faster and faster.

A child...

His child?

He was still alive!

Yuina cleared her throat gently and reached into her satchel.

She held out a picture—two bundles of fur nestled in her arms. One had blonde hair and shy blue eyes, the other black hair and crimson gaze, both chubby-cheeked and blinking in mid-surprise.

"They're twins," Yuina said. "Don't ask me how. I'm still blaming you."

Yumiko rested her head lightly against his shoulder. "You've been asleep for days. But… they've been waiting to meet you."

Yuina's hand found his, and she squeezed gently.

"So don't think about gods or wars right now," she whispered. "Just rest."

Asmodeus's gaze flicked between the two images again, then slowly back to them.

And for the first time in months... he genuinely smiled.