43.I Don’t Like Surprises
Diablo Weltz, a powerful and highly influential demon in the underworld. Looks, wealth, fame, and even highly popular among the ladies, he had everything that a man could dream of. But just like every other powerful guy, he lacked something that he couldn’t get—the love of the twin Goddesses.
He tried his very best to get enlisted amongst their ranks, and when he finally did, he thought he would have a better chance of winning them over. But sadly, that little dream shattered. He soon discovered the twin Goddesses only saw him as a friend. Soon after, they got summoned by Revet.
Ever since, he had developed a strong hate towards Revet. "What did you just say?" Revet tilted his head slightly backwards, emitting a slight hint of blood loss.
"Listen, buddy, I don’t know what exactly you are talking about. I was brought here against my will." He cracked a finger. "And I am certainly not in the mood for whatever this is." He placed a hand in his pocket and walked forward.
"Tch, he thinks he is all that!" Diablo grunted. You cannot blame Revet. I mean, he has a lot to unpack—from figuring out that he had no memories to the sudden threat of Beria; bro needs a breather.
"Revet-sama, what do you think?"
Asmaroth grabbed onto his shoulder. "I mean, it’s quite unique." He tried to free his shoulder, but Asmaroth refused to let go.
"You could spend the night in my room...I don’t mind." She pressed her cleavage against his arm. "Little sister, give the man some space." Kaimaroth dragged her backwards.
"Hahhh, Kaimaroth is such a lifesaver," he thought. "But you can stay over in my room..." She pressed her hands against her chest. "I don’t mind either." She wiggled her tail.
"Forget it, she’s also hopeless." Revet sighed. "Big sis, no fair." Asmaroth grabbed Kaimaroth, shaking her slightly.
After their little cat fight session, they showed Revet to his room where he would stay till the following morning. The room was big and properly decorated. A large bed stood at the center. White veils covered it in a way that occluded his vision; he couldn’t see the inside of it.
He was super tired and just wanted to rest. He stripped down to just his underwear. Revet shrugged his way over to the bed. He opened the veil slowly. "Haah?!" He stuttered. Kaimaroth and Asmaroth lay atop the bed, wearing sexy nightgowns in positions that were very tempting to the eyes. "Re...Vet...Sa...Ma..." They opened their cleavages slowly.
He didn’t have any memories, but he knew exactly what to feel. He couldn’t help but feel enchanted by their presence. "I can’t do this...is this even right?" Revet fought hard against his body, but he failed. His body moved closer and closer until he was right in the middle of them.
They started by licking his ears slowly. Their long, pointy tongues immediately stimulated his skin.
Their soft, pale hands moved onto his chest, gently rubbing it. Asmaroth’s lips conjoined with his lips while Kaimaroth pulled off his underwear.
Then her mouth fell onto his sword; her lips rolled over the tip, slimy translucent saliva poured downwards. Revet’s and Asmaroth’s lips rolled into each other as if they had become one. One of his hands was placed over Asmaroth’s boob while the other was placed over Kaimaroth’s boob.
His cheeks became redder; he was completely enjoying himself. He flipped Asmaroth over on the bed. He stood, his sword turgid; veins spread across it, highlighting its largeness. He ripped Asmaroth’s cloth off.
"Ahhh, Revet-sama is so ruthless." Her cheeks grew redder. He thrust his sword through her V-card with just enough force to penetrate. "Ahhhh, Revet-sama." She clutched her fist against the bed.
He moved rhythmically back and forth, then he removed his sword from Asmaroth and turned towards Kaimaroth; she lay flat, hands pressed against her chest, the perfect position. He spread her legs wide open and put his sword in. "Mhmmmm, so firm." She licked her lips. He thrust forward with an intense force. "Ahhh, Revet-sama." Kaimaroth moaned.
He exchanged between them several times, and it was indeed complete bliss. They lay flat below him, and he stood above them. From his sword, a milk-colored semen rained down on them. "It’s so marvelous." They licked the milky liquid.
Diablo walked towards the front gate. "I wonder how my glorious Goddesses are doing?" He thought. A frown formed on his face. "Tch, that Revet bastard—who does he think he is, intimidating me? If I get my ha—" A poke came from behind, cutting him off mid-sentence. "Dia...bo...lo, carry me." A little girl spread her hands. "Lady Haibel." He carried her. "It would be my honour."
Haibel Solstar, rank one of the Nine Emperors of the underworld. She might look like a little child, but you don’t want to cross her once she gets serious. She was even able to put up a decent fight against Kaimaroth. Wherever she walks, demons and devils alike shriek in fear. Her nickname, Dance of Death, stemmed from the Great Reunification War that happened a couple hundred years ago.
She by herself took down ten thousand insurgents, and she made it look like child’s play. And I bet it wasn’t; those insurgents each possessed deadly techniques and abilities. If she says "carry me," you might die depending on your answer.
"Are you going to see the Goddesses?" She tapped his cheeks. "Yes, my lady." He patted her on the head. "HiHi, Diablo is the best." She smiled brightly. "He always takes good care of Haibel and the Goddesses." She frowned. "Though his intentions towards them are not pure." She gave him a death stare. "Hcckkkk, this bitch," he thought.
"But...I forgive him." She jumped down. "The Goddesses are currently busy with their master. I suggest you come back tomorrow." She walked away, her dark hair blowing in the wind. "Huh?!...you don’t mean?" He frowned.
He rushed over to the palace, wings flapping heavily against the air. "I think I better come back tomorrow." He fell on his knees. From the window, he could see the twin Goddesses laying on Revet’s arms.
Diablo was heartbroken; there was nothing he could do.
The best man won. Even if he wanted revenge, he probably wouldn’t have gotten it. He flew away in sorrow.
In the mirror dimension, Kalmar held the box that had disappeared earlier in Berry’s former domain. "Tch, not enough souls." He slammed a hand on the desk. A crooked smile spread across his face. "But no matter, these recruits will do."
"So that’s what he was planning all along." Uriel stood behind the window. She had been observing Kalmar ever since the erection of the barrier that distorted her astral projection. It wasn’t just her; even Delta couldn’t contact Nirvana. It was as if the barrier was put to block all communication to the outside world.
She turned away slowly and hit the edge of the window. "It seems we have some rats sneaking around." He blew the window open with some kind of dark energy. "They escaped." He exhaled. "Alert the others, we are now in a state of emergency." He alerted the disciples.