Myths Reawakened

Inside the demon lord’s palace was all peaceful bird song and flowery fragrance. The moment Mattea and the two succubi entered the door, the scenery changed. White clouds decorated the blue sky, and green trees formed a shade. There were gardens and decorative fixtures. The pleasant scenery looked right at home in the human world.

Pavilions adorned the serene sight, unbothered by the outside world. All the protesting parades and boisterous percussion outside didn’t reach the interior of the palace at all, much less disturb Lust’s leisure.

She did what she wanted to do!

Similarly, whether Lust was singing or dancing inside, nothing reached the outside area, not even if she screamed.

That was for the better, in case some demons who were in too deep wailed out loud when they heard.

She’s practicing for me again! xN

Michele led the way, with Leone falling back and holding the chains that shackled Mattea. Past a shaded corridor, they reached an outdoor pool nestled amidst flowers and greenery.

The ten-square-meter pool was surrounded by succubi who resembled cream puffs. One of the ladies lay boneless on the ground. She looked like a mess, and she was, but that didn’t stop her from being elegantly beautiful.

She was the greatest beauty in Hell and the overlord of all succubi—the Lord of Lust.

She wore a pair of black laced gloves with her perfect proportions on full display. Seeing her three subordinates, she slowly rose to her feet. All the cream puffs around her vanished.

At the same time, her face stiffened, and her legs buckled. She fell to her knees.

“Master!” x2

Michele put the weapon away. She rushed to help Lust up, while Leone tossed the chains away and conjured a pure white chair for Lust.

Pale tides stirred in the pool behind them. Not long after, a tentacle tossed a succubus out. The blonde beauty tumbled twice after landing. On her pretty face, obscured by her hair, her sky-blue eyes were dim and unfocused. She stared up at the sky. Only her occasional spasm proved that she was still alive.

“Moma...”

Leone and Michele sucked in a breath. Seeing their colleague’s terrible defeat left their legs shaky. That demon wasn’t normal!

Moma wasn’t the Lord of Lust’s replica. Like Leone and Michele, she was also a powerful demigod-level succubus. As she wasn’t a creation, she had the potential to become stronger through training.

She and Mattea were Lust’s most trusted lieutenants. Either would be able to go independent and make a name for themselves as part of the seventy-two demon lords, as long as Lust granted them territory and Authority.

Looking at Moma’s catatonic state, Lust said darkly, “Leone, Michele, take care of him. I have things to talk to Mattea about in private.”

“This subordinate understands.” x2

The two succubi released their defenses and walked into the pool. Countless tentacles swung toward them and dragged them into a seemingly bottomless abyss of paleness.

Gulp!

Mattea swallowed quietly. She had once met her defeat here, so she knew the unusual power of the creature underwater. She would call him the bane of succubi.

Even succubi, who were veterans in intercourse, could not withstand the creature’s assault. If the creature was released to the human world, the magical girls who thought so highly of themselves after learning basic magic would only meet a one-sided slaughter.

Hearing the splashes behind her, Lust remembered the pleasant but humiliating encounters she had had, her eyes twitching. Steadying her breath, she barely calmed herself and frowned at Mattea. “What’s going on? Why are you injured so badly? Who took your territory from you?”

Mattea got on one knee and told Lust about her suffering with a bitter smile. “It was the Lord of Envy. The thing is...”

“What?!”

Hearing Mattea’s story, Lust shot to her feet before staggering back down. “Say that again,” she said in disbelief. “What’s the name of the abomination who fought Envy?”

“Wayne. He’s from the human world. Envy called him a living weapon of Heaven...” Mattea repeated. Then she said curiously, “Master, did the Lord of Envy keep secrets and only reveal some of the truths at the council meeting?”

No, he told the whole truth, but no one believes him!

Lust’s face darkened. She could dismiss Envy, but not Mattea. There was indeed a powerful being named Wayne in Hell. He could match Envy in a fight and even escape from Envy’s grasp, making him lose face at the council meeting.

“If Envy didn’t lie, wouldn’t the unfairness he said he’d suffered...”

Lust’s pupils contracted before she shot to her feet. Her nine-head-tall body staggered, but she managed to catch herself this time.

The jokes about Heaven are true! Great Archangel Hesione, the counterpart of Lust, was no longer pure. The culprit who had tainted Purity was named Wayne!

“Damn it!”

Lust’s gaze turned vicious. She felt a burning envy for Wayne, whom she had never met.

Tainting Hesione’s purity and luring her to fall had always been Lust’s dream, but someone beat her to it.

“Oh, Envy also said that Wayne was Heaven’s weapon, and Hesione had been feeding him. To make him stronger, Purity, one of the Seven Sacred Virtues, was sacrificed...”

Lust slowly sat down, materializing a slim cigarette and holding it between her fingers.

Mattea went up to conjure fire from her fingertip, lighting her master’s cigarette respectfully.

Lust took a deep breath with her eyes closed before exhaling the sweet smoke. “Mattea, Wayne didn’t get caught by Envy. He slipped away. Do you know where he’d gone?”

“What?!”

Seeing Mattea’s visible shock, Lust realized her mistake. If even Envy hadn’t noticed Wayne’s escape, Mattea was even less likely to notice. She was lucky to have survived.

“You’ve been working hard all these years. I’ll grant you another plot of land. From now on, you’ll serve me by my side.”

“It is my honor to serve you, Master.” Mattea knelt down once more, speaking deferentially. “I’ve earned the trust of many demons after years of undercover work. It wouldn’t be beneficial to you for me to give up now. Please reconsider.”

“That won’t be necessary. Things are different now, so you’ll be more useful by my side.”

It was for Wayne. After a thoughtful moment, Lust said, “I’ll give you a mission. Wayne’s missing right now. Invest in secret in the Lost Paradise to prevent him from sneaking in.”

“I understand.”

“Oh, and your reward.”

Lust grabbed the chains and tugged lightly to make Mattea look up. From above, Lust’s dominant, seductive eyes made Mattea’s heart shudder. She looked away hurriedly, averting her gaze.

“Cute!” Lust smiled, putting the cigarette in Mattea’s mouth. The air between the master and servant thickened and stretched, and the atmosphere grew suggestive.

Mattea’s heart shuddered. It felt like she had returned to the past and found herself face to face with the haughty, unreachable Lord of Lust.

Thud! x2

Two bodies flew out of the pool and tumbled on the ground, their pale skin now pink. They showed no apparent signs of life.

Leone and Michele had both been defeated. Like Moma, they wouldn’t be getting up anytime soon.

∑(Ő_Ő;)x2

The tension in the air evaporated. Lust rose and staggered back instinctively, with fear in her eyes.

Master, did you just step back?

“Mattea, go.”

“Uh...”

“Hm?!”

“This subordinate understands.”

Mattea would like to reject the mission since fighting with the bat with eight tentacles would only destroy her ego. The moment of happiness would be followed by infinite emptiness and humiliation. She didn’t want to get into the water if possible.

However, the loyal Spider Queen didn’t want to defy her master’s order. Disintegrating her robe and revealing the chains attached to her neck, she walked into the pool.

Wayne, who had been hiding in her body, was submerged, too. The water was turbulent from all the roughhousing. Wayne blended into the pale mist perfectly, following a tentacle into the Bat Demon’s body. Like putting on a skin, he took over his replica.

After 0.25 seconds of serious consideration, he continued his rampage.

The one playing with these succubi is the Bat Demon, not me!

He felt better thinking that way.

It had been two years, enough for the Bat Demon to mature and reach completion. He was no longer a little demon.

Standing two meters and fifty centimeters tall, the Bat Demon had a vertical eye on his pale chest, the black line extending downward from his torso.

Aside from the features that were uniquely Wayne, the other traits the Bat Demon showed were in line with Hell’s style. Influenced by Pride’s altar, he shared some resemblance to Pride’s true form.

White chin, black lips, blood-sucking fangs, and a black carapace half-mask that covered his six golden eyes. Attached to his torso were long, slender limbs. His arms reached below his knees. On his back were a pair of bat wings and a long white tail with black stinger.

The bizarre form had a hellish, corrupted beauty to it.

While controlling Mattea, Wayne snapped at the Bat Demon, “Look what you’ve done. Why didn’t you run?”

The Bat Demon had limited intelligence. His behavior was entirely driven by instincts, and without Wayne controlling him, his brain didn’t work very well. His verbal expression left much to be desired.

He didn’t seem awfully bright.

Hearing Wayne’s reprimand, the Bat Demon responded in resignation, “I would like to run, but I can’t defeat the Lord of Lust. I can’t even defeat any of her subordinates. What should I do? I’m desperate too!”

He rattled off a series of misused expressions: he’d swallowed, he’d spat, he’d endured humiliation, he’d licked wounds and drunk tears...

He had had such a miserable time.

“...”

Where did you learn to speak like that? Who told you that’s how you use those phrases?

Don’t use them if you don’t know what they mean!

“Ptui!”

Infuriated by the Bat Demon’s bastardization of the Windsorian language, Wayne snapped, “Desperate? Unable to defeat them? You just want their bodies, you pervert!”

“If you aren’t one, let’s go now.”

“...”

“Speak!”

“We can’t go now,” Wayne stammered. “I may not be Lust’s match. I can only make my escape after distracting her.”

He had tested one of the Seven Demon Lords. If they were similar in power, he might be able to flee from Lust, but he would never have a peaceful day in Hell with all demons chasing after him.

If possible, he would like to ask the Bat Demon to make a small sacrifice to cheat a territory out of Lust’s hands. Once he acquired more wiggle room, he wouldn’t even stay a moment longer in Hell. He, Wayne, did not care for this place.

Not even the Lord of Lust would be able to make him stay!