I know it's been a bit, and I'm sorry about that, but life has been hectic as shit. I'll try to update once a month or two, but I can't make any promises. Also, I can't wait to finish this arc, as I have big plans after this.
Ark One: Fate of Eostia Part Nineteen
(Third Person POV)
Location: Feoh
Outside the safety of the walls of Feoh was the invading demonic army. The sheer numbers and intimidating appearances of the invaders had the soldiers of the SA unnerved and praying.
"T-There's so many of them..."
"So those are actual demons...they're even more terrifying than the ones in the stories Mother told when I was a lad..."
"By the goddess..."
"I don't think we'll be making it out alive..."
"I should've fled the city while I still had the chance..."
"We're so fucked..."
Those were just some of the ramblings of terrified soldiers Typhon heard before tuning them out and focusing on what was in front of him. While the young Lunarian wasn't afraid, he could understand why they were and even pitied the soldiers.
Unlike him and the others, all the men and women who would fight alongside them were regular in every sense of the word. None of them had the advantages he naturally had, nor did they have Haki or Devil Fruit powers.
They did have mages, but they were small in number and typically were physically weak due to their overreliance on magic. Even with the blessed Titan crystal weapons, they still didn't have much of an advantage, as many of the demons he saw below were gigantic and physically powerful.
It would take a lot more than a few cuts, stabs, arrows, or spells for a regular human to take down the weakest of them. So, in simple terms, it was up to Typhon and the others to do the damage while the soldiers defended the fort and eliminated any that got too close to the walls.
"Scared?" Typhon asked Alica, not taking his eyes off the enemy horde, who were only meters away from the walls of Feoh.
Alica scoffed at the Lunarian's question. "Of course not."
Typhon rolled his eyes at the blonde's blatant lie as he noticed her body subtly shaking, hearting like a drum, and could hear the slight hint of fear in her tone. The Lunarian didn't understand why some couldn't just be honest with themselves.
Typhon looked at her. "You know you don't have to lie to me," he said softly. "It's understandable to be scared. I won't judge you for it."
The blonde momentarily thought about the young Lunarian's words before sighing heavily and being honest with herself. Alica wanted to put on a brave face, but who was she kidding? She was fucking terrified.
The blonde may have been in a few skirmishes here and there, but those petty battles were nothing compared to an actual war. Instead of a few dozen or a few hundred, there were hundreds of thousands of enemies at the front gate wanting nothing more than to kill all the men and children and take the women the spoils of war.
Alica may be a warrior, but as much as she hated to admit it, this situation was more than she could handle. However, despite her fears, the blonde wouldn't cower no matter how much she wanted to.
"Y-Yeah...I'm scared..." she admitted lowly, making the Lunarian look at her sympathetically. "I...I'm scared that we might lose. I'm scared of me, Prim, or any other woman may become...playthings-" she sneered hatefully. "-for the Black Dogs and the demons to use if we lose. I'm scared of the possible dark future of the kingdom becoming a reality..."
"I'm scared too," Typhon admitted, earning a look of shock from the blonde. "But it's not my own life that I'm scared of, as the possibility of dying never fazed me. No, if we lose, I'm scared for my friends, girls, children, and soon-to-be children! However, I won't allow any of that to happen," a look of determination appeared on the Lunarian features. "So long as I'm breathing and kicking, Vult and his allies won't achieve their goals. I'll ensure every one of our enemies is dead, and we come out on top, even if it means the cost of my life."
The blonde looked at the Lunarian with a look of surprise, but it was soon replaced with respect and admiration. Despite her hesitance to associate herself with the Lunarian due to him being a pirate, she eventually found herself respecting Typhon as time progressed, as he had continuously proved he was unlike most people in his profession.
His willingness to sacrifice himself without hesitation to protect his loved ones and allies just went on to further solidify his character and her respect for him.
"Let's hope it never comes to that," she grabbed his hand, surprising him, and gently squeezed it. "You're too important to lose."
Typhon looked at her, smiled, and squeezed her hand back. "Believe me, it'll be a last resort."
"Good," Alica smiled back, looking deep into the Lunarian red orbs.
A deep, guttural voice with a sarcastic tone soon ruined the moment between them. "Well, isn't that sweet?"
Typhon and Alica looked down to see a giant demon standing over ten feet, adored in intimidating black armor.
The Lunarian looked at the demon coldly, not in the mood for any games. "I'm assuming you're here to ask us to surrender, eh?"
The demon nodded in confirmation. "Well, aren't you a smart one~ I wish I could've said the same for your ancestors ~" it retorted mockingly, making the Lunarian narrow his eyes and Alica quietly growl. "But, yes, I'm here to ask for your surrender, and in return, you'll be treated f-fairly," the demonic entity then chuckled, knowing that was complete bullshit. "Who am I kidding? You're not stupid enough to believe that, so let me start again. Give up now. You and all the men and male children will be given a quick but painful death. As for the women will be somewhat treated decently and won't be violently raped every day until they either die a slow and painful death or outlive their use," the demon did its best to contain his amusement but was failing miserably as even it didn't believe the words coming out its mouth. "So what do you say?"
The second the demon asked that question, a spear made out of Titan Crystal's went straight through and out the back of its skull, then impaling deep into the ground.
"Thats my answer," the Lunarian replied with his arm still stretched out.
After killing that demon, all hell broke loose, and the siege of Feoh began. The entire horde of invaders attempted to bring down the main gates; unfortunately for the enemy, they weren't budging an inch thanks to being reinforced with magically enhanced Titan Crystals, and the traps Kushina placed weren't helping matters either as each eliminated large chucks of their forces.
Not even their aerial forces were doing well as they were shot down almost immediately, and any that did manage to pass the defenders died soon after. Then there was the fact that the Lunarian above them had magical and blessed weapons that made short work and wiped out many of their numbers with a single swing of his blades.
To add further insult to injury, even when they landed direct hits on the flying menace, the teen shrugged and didn't seem fazed in the least, making it apparent that the armor he was wearing was also blessed and magically enhanced.
Mikasa, Kushina, and Paige were also out on the battlefield, killing dozens of enemies within each passing second, with Kushina getting the most kills due to being able to clone herself, explosives, seals, and golden chains.
Some demons got torn to shreds, got blown to bloody red chucks, got sealed away, or were completely and totally vaporized. It didn't take a genius to determine that the enemy forces weren't progressing with the siege. Thus, the higher-ranking officers had to get involved. Watching from a distance were the five mid-rank demons and the high-rank demon.
"They're putting up a better fight than expected," one of the mid-rank demons commented with amusement. "Perhaps this trip to the mortal realm wasn't a waste of time after all."
"Agreed. It's been quite some time since I had a good fight," agreed another mid-rank demon.
"Are you two fucking stupid?! We need those fuckers out now before they cause any more damage!" A third mid-ranked barked.
"As much as I hate to agree with Averick, he is right. We must remove the Lunarian and those three as soon as possible," the second mid-rank replied.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean you jackass?!" The demon, now known as Averick, asked indignantly.
While those demons got into a heated discussion, the fourth mid-rank stood alongside the highest-ranking demon within the legion.
"Idiots," the fourth mid-rank sighed. "What do you want us to do, sir?" It asked.
"We do as Averick suggests," the high-ranking demon said. "We'll take care of the Lunarian while they take care of the others."
"Understood, sir."
Back on the battlefield, Typhon was wiped out by another chuck of the enemy forces until his instincts screamed at him to turn around. Doing that, the Lunarian turned around and automatically blocked a heavy attack from a gigantic ax-wielding demon.
"You must be the high-ranking demon," Typhon grunted, glaring at the individual before him.
Like many of its kind, the demon was adorned in black armor with spikes. The only difference between this one and the others was that its armor was bulkier and had its rank engraved into the right side of its chestplate.
"You'd assume correctly, Lunarian," the Demon replied, putting more force into his attack. "However, I'm also your executioner."
Typhon scoffed and repeated the demon's actions. "That's some big talk. You sure you'll be able to back it up?"
"I've killed hundreds of your kind during the Void Century," it smirked behind its helmet. "You won't be any different from your fallen kin. Although before I do kill you, may I know your name, boy?"
Seeing no issue with its request, the Lunarian mentally shrugged. "Typhon. You?"
"Typhon?" The demon hummed. "Strong name. Unfortunately, it's wasted on you. As for who I am, you may call me Andras Mammon."
"Well then, Andras," Typhon grinned. "I hope you're ready to die, as there ain't no way I'm dying today."
With that last verbal exchange, the Lunarian pushed the gigantic Demon away and imbued his swords with Conqueror's Haki.
[DIVINE DEPARTURE!!]
Clashing his saber against the Andras's battle ax, the demon was sent skidding a few meters away. The legion commander quickly recovered and shot an arc of demonic energy toward the teen. Grinning, the Lunarian absorbed all the energy with his sword and used it to empower himself further.
Feeling the rise in power, Andras narrowed his eyes at the teen's weapon as he quickly deduced that the Lunarian blade was responsible for the teen's sudden increase in power. Not wanting to give the teen more power-ups, Andras decided he'd have to rely on his physical and martial prowess to defeat the Lunarian.
With a strategy in mind, the demon commander charged toward Typhon, and the latter did the same. Their respective weapons clashed against each other, and the impact created violet shockwaves and caused the ground beneath to shake, similar to an earthquake. Conqueror's Haki violently leaked out of Typhon while potent demonic energy emitted from Andras.
The raw power of the two could be felt from miles upon miles away. The defenders of Feoh, able to see the battle between the two from a distance, watched in awe as the powerful beings fought, both attempting to gain an advantage.
With a heavy vertical swing aimed at the Lunarian's head, Andras attempted to bash Typhon's head in. Too bad the teen's instincts screamed at him to move out of the way.
Barely evading a killing blow, Typhon swung his sword toward the demon's neck. Andras ducked underneath the attack and landed a blow to the Lunarian's side, sending the teen several meters to the right.
Typhon quickly got back to his feet and stomped his foot to the ground, and spikes of Titan Crystal of various sizes burst from the earth.
Andras let out a grunt of pain as several of the smaller and thinner Crystalline spikes impaled his body. The demon immediately freed himself from the spikes by breaking them off with his ax.
Once Andras could move, he pulled out the remaining pieces of the Crystals in his body. The demonic being dodged to the right, barely avoiding impalement through the abdomen via two swords.
Inwardly, Andras shivered as he could feel divine power radiating from the Lunarian's blades. The demon then blocked an attack from the teen.
"You're a lot better than expected," Andras stated before pushing Typhon back and trading blows.
"Some of the best trained me," The Lunarian replied after narrowly avoiding getting his head separated from his body. "Would've been pathetic if I died so easily, wouldn't you agree?"
[DIVINE INCINERATION!]
Andras jumped back several meters as his instincts screamed at him to move, and he soon understood why. The demon's eyes widened in horror, and his spine shivered as a vast area of land was covered in menacing black flames radiating divine power.
Every demon on the battlefield could feel the deadly flames, immense heat, and divinity. The lower-ranking demons wanted to flee but knew they would all meet a fate worse than death if they did.
The mid-ranked demons, on the other hand, knew that prioritizing the elimination of the Lunarians was a must, as he was far too dangerous to be left alive. Three of them went to assist their commander, while the other two were too preoccupied with their current opponents to lend any aid.
The three mid-ranking demons appeared by their commander's side, ready to battle against the powerful Lunarian.
Andras looked at his officers. "It appears I won't be enough to defeat the boy," the demon commander reluctantly admitted. "Would you three mind assisting me?" He asked, although he already knew their answer
"Of course, my lord. We can't let you have all the fun~" the first mid-ranked cheekily.
"I call dibs on his wings!" Said the second mid-rank.
"Why the wings?" Asked the first mid-rank.
"Because I wanna mount them on my wall! Why else would I get them!" The first mid-rank nodded in understanding.
"You dumbfucks do realize we're in the middle of a battlefield, right?" Typhon asked, sweat dripping at the demons. "Also, none of you fuckers are touching my wings!!" The teen sent an ark of heavenly black flames toward them, and they all quickly moved out of the way. "Only my girls have that privilege!! And what makes you fuckers think killing me is going to be easy! If I killed your buddies while being at a severe disadvantage a while back, what makes you four think you'll fare any better now that I'm prepared for all your bitch asses!!"
"The Lunarian does raise a good argument. What chances do we have against him?" Andras asked his officer with amusement, evident in his tone, which made Typhon narrow his eyes at him with suspicion and caution.
The first mid-rank chuckled ominously. "I say we have a pretty good chance. Wouldn't you think so, boys?" The other immediately agreed
Before Typhoon could retort, Andras and the three mid-ranking demons pulled out a bottle with strange red liquid and consumed its contents. The Lunarian felt the demon's power rise dramatically and watched their appearances rapidly change. Seeing this as an opportunity to end the fight quickly, Typhon sent a torrent of black flames toward them.
Before the divine flames could reach them, the demonic demons stopped them in their tracks, only a meter away from turning them to ash. After the fire dissipated, Typhon took in their new appearance and saw they were larger and looked even more demonic.
However, most importantly, they were far more powerful than before, enough so that they now oppose enough of a threat to him.
"Me and my big mouth..." Typhon muttered as he got into a battle stance.
With no words exchanged, the demons charged toward the Lunarian, and the teen met them halfway. And when they clashed, everyone within a mile radius felt the ground shake.
(With King)
While Typhon and his forces were battling, King was obliterating the demonic force's second legion. The older Lunarian was tearing through their numbers so thoroughly and quickly that within only five minutes, nearly seventy-five percent of the demonic legion and three officers were eliminated.
If it weren't for the fact that the invading army's ranks weren't filled to the brim with rapists and other forms of filth, the sight of this one-sided slaughter would've been tragic. On the other side of the battlefield was the demonic commander of the second legion and its last two remaining officers.
The high-ranking demon was seething in rage at seeing their forces being absolutely destroyed by a singular fucking Lunarian! Speaking of the pesky Lunarian, how come they weren't informed that the enemy forces had another one of those feathered fucks within their ranks?!
And a much more powerful one at that! This job was supposed to be easy! All they had to do was invade the mortal realm, kill all the men and children, and then get their cocks wet with as many willing or unwilling cunts as they wanted!!!
However, instead, they're getting their assess fucking handed to them! If the demonic commander somehow makes it out of this battle alive, he's going to fuck Vult in the ass!
"S-Should we call a tactical retreat, my lord?" the officer on the commander's right asked, fear evident in his voice as he watched his brethren get slaughtered like sheep.
The commander turns to glare, causing the demonic officer to flinch. "Are you fucking retarded?! The Prince will have our asses if we even think about retreating!" he snarled before returning his gaze to the battlefield.
"So what? We keep throwing ourselves at the Lunarian until we're all dead?!" the second questioned in outrage at such an idea.
The commander grunted in confirmation. "I'd rather face the Lunarian than the prince. At least with the oversized bird, our end will be swift and relatively painless," he looked into the second officer's eyes. "Or would you rather face the Prince of Lust's wrath?" he asked, and both demons visibly shivered at the question.
Both could admit their commander had a really good point and agreed it was better to get killed by the Lunarian than receive punishment from the Prince of Lust. Asmondeus was one of the crueler princes, and he looked for any excuse to discipline his subordinates and make an example of them.
The Prince of Lust's punishments were so extreme and horrendous that they even disturbed the other princes of the underworld, which spoke volumes about how depraved the demon prince was.
"Is there truly nothing we could do about the Lunarian?" The first officer asked, sounding defeated.
The commander shook his head. "I'm afraid not. Even if we were to drink our lord's blood and fought against the Lunarian together strategically with perfect coordination, we would still lose," he informed them, sounding just as defeated as his subordinate. "We're nothing but mere ants to the Lunarian."
After that statement, the trio went silent and watched as King gradually lowered their numbers.
"Well, if we're gonna die anyways..." the second officer removed his sword from its sheathe. "Might as well go out fighting!!" the demon flew towards the Lunarian, ignoring his brethren's protests.
"That idiot!!" The second groaned before signing, grabbing his spear, and joining his fellow officer.
"Well, I had a good run, I guess...wish I could've gotten my cock wet one last time...oh well," the commander groaned before joining his men in the battle.
As predicted, King made short work of the commander and officers as before they could even react; all their heads were detached from their bodies. The lesser demons, seeing the fate of their commander, the remaining demonic army, attempted to retreat or beg for mercy.
Unfortunately for them, King was far too fast for any of them to get too far and had no room for remorse. Once every single demon and Black Dog was dead, King returned to Ur.
"Well, that was quick," A Clone of Kushina appeared beside the Lunarian with an amused expression on her beautiful face. "But again, it was to be expected when we have you on our side."
King snorted. "They should've brought more than they may have given me a warm-up," the older man retorted, frowning slightly. "How's everything going at Feoh?" Kushina hummed at his question.
"Typhon and the others are doing pretty well for their first war," the redhead complimented. "None of the enemy forces had managed to breach Feoh, and Typhon is currently facing the Commander and officers by himself," she frowned slightly at the last part of the recently received memory.
"And?" King quirked an eyebrow at that information. "How's Typhon holding up?" he was curious but also worried about his adopted son.
Sensing the Lunarian's emotions, Kushina further clarified. "He's having a tough time, but I wouldn't say he's overwhelmed. If anything, he has the advantage over them due to the black flames coming from one of his swords."
"Good."
"Will you go assist them?" Clone Kushina asked, to which King shook his head.
"No, I'll let them handle that. They need battle experience," King replied. "I'm going to go deal with the other Legions before they reach our allies," Kushina frowned but nodded.
"Alright, but be careful. I know you're strong, but I have a feeling something's about to go wrong," the redhead said with concern.
Kushina didn't know why, but her instincts were screaming that something was wrong. The redhead always trusted her gut, and she got this same feeling when she left her homeland but couldn't figure out why at the time.
But when news got out about the destruction of Uzushiogakure, Kushina finally figured out why she felt that, and she never again doubted her instincts. King, trusting the Uzumaki as she'd never led him as try before, nodded at her warning.
"Don't worry, I will be," he then took off into the skies and began his search for the other five legions.
(A few minutes later)
It didn't take King long to find the rest of the enemy forces as it wasn't hard to spot an army slightly above five hundred thousand in number. As soon as King spotted them, he went to work and began unleashing hell on the enemy forces.
Not expecting anyone to boldly attack an army nearly a million strong, much less by a single Lunarian, the enemy forces were unsurprisingly caught off guard and weren't prepared to fight in the slightest, thus making King's assault easier.
Thousands upon thousands were wiped from existence within a few seconds by incendiary bombardments, and any that did survive died soon after by the same attack that had taken their comrade's lives.
The screams of demons and Black Dogs could be heard from miles away, and the destruction caused by King's attacks was just as if not even more visible. The commanders and officers were doing everything they could to eliminate the flying menace, but their efforts yielded no results, and their lives were cut short.
Within fifteen minutes, King had nearly wiped off half of the enemy forces and had eliminated several offices, but his aerial bombardment was soon interrupted.
King blocked a gigantic war hammer from smashing into his skull but was still sent crashing to the ground. The impact of crashing into the ground was significant enough to send demons and black dogs flying into the air and to create a twenty-meter crater.
Groaning, King returned to his feet and saw Messorem flying above him. King narrowed his eyes at the demon, being able to immediately tell that he wasn't like the rest of his kind as he could detect the raw power admitting from it.
"I wasn't aware that the human had another Lunarian on their side," Messorem looked at King with a calculative gaze. "How inconvenient..." the demon growled in annoyance.
If it was just the younger Lunarian they had to deal with, Messorem, then the demon knew that winning this was inevitable. However, with King involved, that guarantee of victory was reduced significantly. And he wasn't sure if he could defeat this Lunarian, as he leagues above the other one in terms of power.
"Surprise," King retorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the demon being. "And you certainly aren't like the rest of your people. Let me guess, you're either the man in charge or his right hand?" he guessed.
"The latter," Messorem confirmed stoically, but a hint of pride could be heard in his tone. "Before we fight, I am Messorem Mammon, the Right Hand of Asmondeus, The Prince Of Hell and The Sin of Lust."
"I'm King, The Right Hand Of Lord Kaido, The Wildfire, The Conflagration, and the one who's going kill you," the older Lunarian pointed his sword at Messorem, looking at the demon with a hardened gaze.
Messorem narrowed his gaze at his opponent and tightly held the handle of the war hammer. "Is that so? Then come and prove it."
"Gladly," King vanished from his spot, then appeared in front of Messorem and went to slash the demon's throat open, but the side of his war hammer blocked his attack.
The two exchanged blows, causing devastating shockwaves each time their weapons made contact. King soon found an opening in the demon's defenses and kicked him in the ground with enough force to cause Messorem to falter, which created even more openings for the Lunarian.
King grabbed Messorem by his helmet's horns and smashed his face against his knee, causing the visor to shatter to pieces and blood to shoot out of the demon's nose. Grinning sadistically, the Lunarian hardened his head with Haki head-butted the demon several times, with the last one being strong enough to send Messorem crashing into the ground.
Not giving Messorem any time anytime to recover, King slammed both of his feet into the demon's abdomen, causing the general to let out a loud gasp. The Lunarian then proceeded to stomp on Messorm several more times, viciously kicking him three times in the abdomen, two in the groin, and once in the face before attempting to impale him with his massive sword.
Messorem managed to avoid getting his face run through with King's sword by grabbing the blade with a firm grip and kicking the Lunarian off him. The demon smashed his war hammer against the Lunarian's face, sending the man flying fifty meters to the left, crashing through several trees before landing roughly on the ground.
Getting up, King groaned in slight pain and lightly shook his head. Quickly recovering, the Lunarian was about to return to his fight with Messorem, but the demon appeared before him and swung his war hammer at the man.
Barely having enough to react, King narrowly evaded getting his skull caved in. The Lunarian retaliated by thrusting toward Messorem's torso, but the demon parried it and lunged the head of the Warhammer toward King's face, successfully hitting him.
Slightly stumbling back, the fire user growled and fired a barrage of divine-embowed fireballs at the demonic general. Sensing the divinity with the attacks, Messorem wisely dodged or deflected the fireballs while quickly advancing toward the Lunarian. Managing to close the distance, they went back to exchange blows. As their battle continued, both deadly warriors eventually stopped holding back on their destructive power, and minutes later, the area they were located in was utterly devastated.
The surrounding forest was all but burned to ash; the ground, once green and filled with vegetation, was now dark as charcoal and covered in fire, smoke filled the air, chard bodies of the enemy were scattered throughout the area, and the ones who weren't dead were heavily injured.
With a primal, ear-shattering roar, King repeatedly slammed his sword against the demon's war hammer, each strike stronger than the last. Messorem, letting out a similar roar, pushed the Lunarian back and shot a magic projectile at the fire user.
[DARK MISSILE!]
King slapped the projectile away with his sword and retaliated with his own ranged attack.
[DIVINE OMORI KARYUDON!!]
Igniting his sword, a giant serpentine dragon made of fire comes from the blade's tip and is sent flying toward Messorem, whose eyes widen in dread as he realizes he wouldn't be able to move out of the way in time. Before the fiery dragon collided with the powerful demon, it let out a thunderous roar that could be heard from miles away.
When both entities collided, a massive fiery explosion was created. King had to look away as the brightness from the attack was too much for his eyes. After a few moments, the brightness and the heat from one of his most devastating blows died down, which allowed the Lunarian to see the extent of the damage he had just caused.
If King thought the damage he and the demon had caused to the small portion of land was bad before, then his attack made it overshadowed several times over. Everything forward was utterly evaporated, and the only thing left behind was a deep, hundred-meter-long vertical-shaped crater.
Nodding in approval at the sheer destruction he had just caused, King was about to meet up with the others but stopped when he heard someone groan. Climbing out of the crater King created was a heavily injured but very much alive Messorem.
"How the fuck are you still alive?" the Lunarian asked in disbelief, as he knew damn well that the demon shouldn't have survived that attack considering any fire produced from his sword was imbued with Celestine's divine magic.
Mosserom, using his Warhammer to keep him steady, looked at King and replied. "I knew I wouldn't survive that attack if it made contact with me, so I used a great deal of my magic to cast the strongest barrier I could produce..." he answered before coughing out blood and falling to his knees.
King approached the demon and pressed the sword's tip against the demon's neck. "Seems like it wasn't strong enough to fully protect you, eh?" the Lunarian retorted mockingly.
Messorem chuckled weakly. "Yeah...it appears so...but that's ok...I was able to distract you long enough..." he then collapsed to the ground and fell to unconsciousness.
King's eyes widened in alarm as he sensed someone behind and turned around to defend himself. The Lunarian was unfortunately too slow to react as his sword was smacked out of his hand. He felt someone's fingers dig deep into his throat and was then effortlessly lifted into the air.
The individual with the Lunarian by the throat was a demon the same size as the former. The demon wore armor similar to Messorem, with the only differences being that it was red, had more spikes and horns, wore a cape over his shoulders, and the helmet had no visor, exposing the being's bright golden eyes and dark red skin.
This demon was Asmodeus, one of the Seven Princes of hell and the Sin of Lust.
Asmodeus growled at the Lunarian before looking at his most trusted advisor. "You did well, Messorm. Now rest; I'll deal with the Lunarian from here," his golden eyes looked into King's red ones, and he let out another growl. 'Imu has a bad habit of not finishing the job. I'll be sure to correct her incompetence after I dispose of these pests and conquer Eostia...' he thought angrily.
End.