Speaking: "This is what this looks like"
Thoughts: [This is what it looks like]
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It was a normal day in the underworld. Devils went about their business as usual. Sirzechs, the leader of the underworld, was drowning in political matters and grappling with numerous issues plaguing his realm. One such issue was the engagement of his little sister, Rias Gremory, to Riser Phenex—a devil renowned for his arrogance, self-absorption, and hedonism. Unfortunately, Sirzechs was unable to intervene directly, as doing so could jeopardize his position as the leader of the underworld. Desperately, he sought a legal and safe way to postpone or even terminate the engagement altogether. After all, what kind of brother would stand idly by while his beloved sister was bound to someone like Riser?
"Ugh, I have no idea what to do," Sirzechs muttered, frustration etched across his face. "I can't let Riser marry my sister. This wasn't my decision—it was my parents', particularly my father's, who's more obsessed with power and influence than with family." His expression darkened as he recalled the aftermath of his parents' actions. "Mother was furious. She divorced my father over it and left. No one knows where she went, apart from me and Rias."
To make matters worse, Sirzechs no longer had Grayfia by his side. Their relationship had ended amicably, but it was still a source of pain. Since their separation, Grayfia had become consumed by her fascination with the Demon King of Tyranny, Anos Voldigoad—the legendary progenitor of devilkind, a being who predated Lucifer and was said to possess power rivaling or surpassing that of the Biblical God.
Demon Castle Delsgade
Demon Castle Delsgade, the seat of the Demon King of Tyranny, had stood untouched for centuries since Anos Voldigoad's disappearance. Its presence alone was a testament to his overwhelming power. No one dared approach the castle, despite rumors of treasures and power hidden within its walls. Who in their right mind would risk provoking the wrath of the most powerful being in existence?
Within the grand halls of the castle, a striking, white-haired woman walked with purpose. Grayfia, once Sirzechs's queen and the most powerful woman in the underworld, had devoted herself entirely to the prophecy of Anos Voldigoad's return. She stood before Venelana Gremory, the former matriarch of the Gremory family, who had also disappeared years ago.
"It's almost time," Venelana said, her excitement palpable. She turned to Grayfia, who bowed deeply.
"My lady, everything is ready," Grayfia responded with unwavering reverence.
"I told you to call me Venelana," the older woman said with a soft smile. Grayfia, however, refused.
"I cannot, my lady. You will always be that to me."
Venelana sighed but didn't press further. Together, they had spent years uncovering the prophecy of Anos Voldigoad and preparing the castle for his return.
The ground beneath them trembled, and an overwhelming surge of power flooded the castle. Both women immediately knelt, bowing as the energy intensified. Then, in a brilliant flash of light, he appeared—a tall, muscular man with crimson eyes and an aura that exuded authority. His lips curled into a smirk as he regarded the women before him.
"Well, well. It seems my return was anticipated. And who might you two beautiful ladies be?" Anos's voice was smooth and commanding.
Venelana, trembling with both fear and awe, replied, "We are but humble servants, my Lord. Nothing more."
Anos stepped closer, lifting her chin so her eyes met his. "Humble servants, you say? Yet your control over the Power of Destruction is remarkable. Far greater than any devil I've seen in my time."
Venelana's heart raced, but she kept her composure. "My Lord, we are yours to command. We have dedicated our lives to the prophecy of your return."
Anos's smirk widened. "And if I wished for more than your loyalty? If I desired your bodies as well?"
Grayfia, standing tall, answered without hesitation. "Then we would gladly give them, my Lord. We are yours in every way."
Anos placed a hand on each woman's waist, pulling them closer. "Very well. From this moment on, you both belong to me. Your bodies are mine to possess, your minds mine to mold, and your powers mine to command. From now on, you are Venelana and Grayfia Voldigoad."
The two women smiled, their loyalty and satisfaction evident. They belonged to the Demon King of Tyranny, the most powerful being in existence.
Occult Research Club
Rias Gremory stood in the training room of the Occult Research Club, her Power of Destruction swirling around her. She had spent years honing her abilities, inspired by the tales her mother had told her as a child about the Demon King of Tyranny. Anos Voldigoad had been her idol, a symbol of what devils could aspire to.
As she finished her training, a sudden surge of power enveloped the club. Rias froze, her crimson eyes widening in recognition. "It's him," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.
Her queen, Akeno Himejima, stood nearby, equally stunned. "Anos Voldigoad?" she asked, licking her lips as her eyes filled with anticipation.
The overwhelming energy faded, replaced by the sight of three figures entering the room: Venelana, Grayfia, and a man whose presence seemed to command the very air around him. Rias's breath caught as Anos's gaze fell upon her.
"Well," he said, his smirk widening, "it seems I've found two more remarkable devils."
He approached, his crimson eyes locking onto hers. Rias's heart raced as Anos reached out, pulling her closer. His smirk deepened as he spoke, his voice low and possessive.
"Rias Gremory, from this moment on, you belong to me."
Anos's smirk widens as his crimson eyes fixate on Akeno. She feels her breath hitch, her body betraying her composure as he closes the distance between them. The aura of dominance he exudes is almost suffocating, and yet she craves it. He extends his hand, brushing her cheek gently with his fingertips before trailing them down her jawline, his touch igniting a shiver that courses through her entire body.
"You intrigue me, Akeno Himejima," Anos murmurs, his deep voice resonating with power and authority. "Your beauty is matched only by the spark of power I sense within you. Lightning and seduction—an enticing combination."
Akeno's violet eyes meet his, her cheeks flushed. "My Lord," she whispers, her voice trembling but laced with a hint of her usual sultry tone, "I am yours to command. My power, my body, my everything—if it pleases you, I shall offer it all."
Anos chuckles, a sound both dark and alluring. "Oh, I know you will, Akeno. But first, let me ensure you understand what it means to serve the Demon King of Tyranny."
Without warning, his hand slides to her waist, gripping it firmly as he pulls her against him. Akeno gasps, her body molding to his as his sheer strength becomes apparent. His other hand glides down her back, pausing just above her lower curve before he applies a commanding grip. A faint, involuntary moan escapes her lips, her body trembling in response to his touch.
Anos tilts her chin upward with a single finger, forcing her to look into his piercing eyes. "You belong to me now, Akeno Himejima. Your power is mine to cultivate, your desires mine to fulfill—or deny. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my Lord," Akeno breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, her legs threatening to give way beneath her. Anos's smirk grows as he sees her resolve crumble under his presence.
He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Good. Because from this moment on, you will know no master but me. You will rise above all others, not as a mere devil, but as one of my chosen."
Akeno nods fervently, her mind swirling with excitement and submission. Anos's gaze lingers on her for a moment longer before he releases her, though the heat of his touch remains on her skin. She stumbles slightly, catching her breath as her body adjusts to the overwhelming presence he carries.
Turning his attention back to the room, Anos addresses both women. "You will follow me into a new era, where devils shall remember what true power is. Together, we will reshape the underworld. And you, Akeno Himejima, alongside Rias Gremory, shall stand at my side as a testament to my authority."
Akeno lowers herself to one knee, bowing her head with reverence. "It will be my honor, my Lord. Whatever you desire, I shall deliver."
Anos smiles, his satisfaction evident. "Good. Then let us begin."
Anos smiles, having just acquired four beautiful women who now serve only him. However, he's not done. There is a certain fox he has his eyes on. He met her centuries ago. They had multiple romantic encounters in the past. Her curvaceous figure outshines even Venelana's extreme proportions. Looks like his next destination is Kyoto.