Inside a throne room, filled with dark red and golden fittings, several corpses were sprawled across the floor, and several wounded adventurers knelt crying and begging for mercy in the centre before they were several outlandish demon maids holding various weapons towards the group.
"How dare you scum approach our master's resting place!" A fiery maid with large curved horns, wearing reading glasses, with a frosty look despite her blazing dark crimson hair made from fire, giving away her race as a demonised fire spirit.
"Now, now, it wasn't very polite entering without a welcoming gift, was it?" A gentle-looking maid with long green hair like a tree's vines greeted them in a gentler voice, her weapon a great axe opposite her appearance.
"Hey, hey, this looks fun. Mix me too!" A spirited blonde girl around 150cm tall jumped forward, her hands wearing spiked gauntlets as she began shadow boxing. The wind from her fists left gashes on the trembling adventurers.
Currently, there was only one remaining Elven knight who didn't completely break, she held her long sword, using it as a crutch to keep standing to confront the man sitting upon the large throne, who was currently enjoying a glass of wine, whilst two maids stood on either side.
The left maid had thick white horns and black hair. She seemed to be a gargoyle with pale grey skin, and several stone-like scales appeared around her body to protect critical areas viewable from her bikini-like maid outfit. She was only yawning, slightly bored, watching the play before them.
The right maid with curved black horns and white hair, seemingly a former dark elf with beautiful caramel brown skin and vibrant golden eyes, staring only at the man, sat in the chair, ignoring everything that was currently happening.
"Let her pass." A charming voice rang throughout the throne room.
The wounded Elven adventurer slowly limped towards the man sitting upon the throne, her pride and will still not shattered, as the maids felt their master's intoxicating voice, stepping back and monitoring the dying 'food' which lay on the ground.
"Ahhh... Master's at it again. Maybe we'll have another sister at this rate," the blonde girl said, her streamlined abs shining with her body's moisture.
"It looks like I'll Have Another insect to train." The fiery maid added with a sigh.
"Maybe she will enjoy my garden. Elves love forests, after all!" The ordinarily meek corrupted dryad spoke in an excited voice.
The short blonde Dragonewt and the fire spirit looked at her with strange faces.
"No way/Impossible," they replied.
"Really? That's a shame..." The corrupted dryad returned to her soft fluffy atmosphere as her heavy axe fell to the ground with a thud, almost slicing one of the wounded adventurers in half.
"Oh my, I'm sorry!"
"Aghhh p-please s-stay away!" This gentle-looking woman killed people without blinking, her face blank as if she was killing a fly. The human male desperately tried to flee as he urinated himself in horror.
"Oh my, I won't bite, I promise."
The Elven woman had finally reached the throne. She looked up, seeing the man properly for the first time, and her eyes widened in disbelief with her mind desperately trying to fight its attraction and corruption.
"How... How can you be here, Sitri!?"
Unlike his human form, the current Azazel had a charm no mortal woman could stand, the previous shorter half-elf ears, now longer than hers as a high elf. Long black hair flowed down to his feet like a fairy princess as several corrupted sprites were tending to it with golden combs., unkempt yet silky smooth, its radiant shine brightening the dark cavern.
Aria was currently fighting the desire to tear off her clothes and present her naked body to him to ravish, looking at his beautiful black gryphons' wings. His eyes were golden, with small round pupils resembling a leopard's eyes emitting a constant pressure that pulled her vision towards them.
"Forgive me, Aria. I warned you that raiding this dungeon would be the last time we'd meet."
Her knees trembled, falling to the ground. The man standing before her was the first man she'd fallen in love with. His handsome looks, superior to even high elves, and pointed ears made her believe he had Elven heritage.
"But... Why!? Why did the traitor have to be you?"
Sitri felt intrigued by her words. Several months ago, he'd met this amusing elf when he was still starting as a dungeon master. Aria helped him register as an adventurer and taught him the ropes, helping his first few quests progress smoothly.
Initially, he would harvest her soul after tasting a high elves flavour, but something about her intense feelings, she had long discarded anger, rage and hatred. Now he could only sense a burning lust and a smouldering hidden love.
"Aria, ", He spoke in a gentle tone.
"From the beginning, I was a devil. I didn't particularly betray anyone. I was curious about life as an adventurer. Even now, I enjoy slaying monsters and my kind. Can you forgive me for hiding this insignificant detail?"
Unknown to the adventurers and Aria herself, a deadly charm and hypnotic effect filled his very words. His abilities weren't something he controlled, but what he was born with upon becoming a lust devil. Sitri held his hand, beckoning Aria to come closer.
"I...."
Aira seemed unable to refuse his words and request. Her steps were as light as feathers, with each small piece of her clothing fell. Before she slipped into his embrace, completely naked. Sitri watched her face, now filled with a red flush, as her breathing increased drastically. There was nothing erotic or lustful within his gaze.
"Don't worry. I will never lie to you again. I promise!" Sitri said, his sizeable inhuman hand stroking her platinum blonde hair. His claws gently clipped her Elven ears, causing electricity to run through her body.
If this failed, she would become useless or worse, and he had to be sure. Sitri had failed to create devils from humanoid creatures every time. He hoped this would be the first success because of his hunch about her affection.
"Un, I believe you, don't say we'll never meet again. It hurt so much watching you leave me."
Aria nodded, her attitude now wholly different, shocking her comrades completely. She'd always been their valiant Elven knight, always calm, even fighting against ogres and trolls. Now, before this demon, she became as compliant as a baby kitten.
The males with crushes on her felt their hearts break as she lay naked in another man's embrace, letting his hands touch her entire body.
Heavy mana spread around Aria and Sitri. It covered the pair, completely hiding their vision from the others. Most of the maids now rolled their eyes. As if they knew she'd successfully become another maid sister to join them, only the dryad's eyes sparkled in anticipation.
Inside the pink cocoon, the heavy mana colourless mana entered Sitri's mouth, coursing through his body. Before he spat it out, he looked at Aria with an affectionate smile, leaning forward and gently placing his soft lips on hers, covering them completely.
Aria's mouth opened with the shock of her secret love kissing her. Before she could close it again, a sweet-tasting liquid entered, a mixture of the pink mana and Sitri's saliva completely intoxicating her mind and body as the mana coursed through her body, mutating and changing her every fibre.
As if to comfort her whilst she endured the intense pain of transformation, Sitri kissed her lovingly, his tongue entangling her, overwhelming her because of her inexperience.
Sitri always found this strange. Whenever he created a new demon, he would benefit from gaining affinity with an additional element or resistance to others. However, the fact the cocoon didn't shatter instantly proved his hypothesis right. The target's feelings towards himself were important, helping create his army in the future.
Before he could see what she would look like, the pair both fell into a slumber which would last up to six hours, hoping the outside could be taken care of by his other maids in his absence.
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Drip!
"Ugh!"
Inside a dark cave lay a moderately handsome man. Wounds and scars filled his body, the injuries from several monsters and even humans. Originally an orphan, Sitri had been a mercenary working for a small company transferring merchants from different places and other protection jobs.
Suddenly, during the latest mission, they were guarding some artefact that supposedly needed to be exorcised by the church. During their mission, they were attacked by what seemed like two maids. One had flesh as rigid as stone, while the other looked almost identical to a dark elf with horns and hooves.
"Shit!"
Sitri tasked with escaping with the client and the artefact. Because of the constant onslaught of goblins and kobolds, the demons and monsters forcibly steered them into a cavern several miles deep.
Finally, the only remaining people were the now insane allies that tried to strike him and the client down to return the artefacts to the demons.
He flipped onto his back, feeling the cold puddle refreshing as it cleaned his bloody and scarred back. His vision had almost completely faded. All that was visible were the many demonic golden eyes peering at him as they approached the artefact still within his hands.
"You fuckers... Want this so bad?"
"Heh, then I'll have to disappoint you!"
The artefact was a vial of some form of deep pink liquid. Not wanting the demons to get their way, he popped the cork and emptied its contents into his mouth, swallowing as quickly as possible in case they tried to stop him. Strangely, they didn't. After he drank the fluid, they stepped backwards. He could have sworn they gracefully bowed towards him as a light pink cocoon swallowed his devastated body.
With the last remnants of his consciousness, he heard the two maids' conversation.
"Our master is tiresome. Why did it take so much effort to get him to drink the awakening liquid?" The maid with grey stoned skin said with slight irritation.
Beside her, the dark elf was filled with deep revere and anticipation. "The Mistress didn't inform Master anything about his birth, so how could he know this artefact was his mother's keepsake in the first place?"
"Ah... I forgot."
"But wasn't his unwavering look, trying to go against us even sacrificing his 'humanity' kind of hot?" The dark elf eye's now degenerating into pure lust and obsession.
"Calm down, Hilda. We were born with the purpose of guiding and protect the young master, not to molest him." The grey-skinned gargoyle maid scolded the lusty dark elf.
"But doesn't that mean to guide him on how to treat women, so some nasty vixens don't mislead him in the future! Merida, don't say you're not interested! I've heard you calling the master name sweetly at night before you turn to stone!"
The two maids grappled with each other as the cocoon began pulsating, its colour becoming more profound with each passing moment.
Here was where the human "Sitri" died and "Demon Lord Sitri" was born.
His title is Lord Of Endless Carnage and Debauchery.