Prologue

It was a night with a bloody crescent moon.

The torn white negligee was lying on the floor, and her slender naked body was dyed red in the moonlight. Julia turned around in front of the huge window that couldn't open no matter how hard she pushed. A dark shadow was approaching her.

“No, no. Please…”

Despite her earnest pleas, the red eyes glazed over Yulia's naked body.

Skinny, round shoulders, puffy breasts and quivering nipples, past her slim waist to the deep, damp place between her legs. The demon's gaze ran through her body like a touch.

It was then that Julia realized that no matter how much she begged, it was of no avail. Because the other person was Bael, the king of demons. Tears were dripping down her despairing cheeks.

“When will you realize it?”

The demon, who sat on the floor, approached her with his huge wings spread out. Yulia was caught in fear and staggered back, but she had nowhere else to go. Her hair was gripped by a strong force.

“Even if you die, you can't escape my grasp.”

“Huh, huhk…”

“A finger, a strand of hair, and everything here is mine.”

Bael's long, thick fingers slid straight between Julia's legs. The already damp hole welcomed the sudden intruder. The sound of lewd water echoed through the heavy night air.

“Ah, ah!”

“You like it so much.”

Every time the fingers moved in and out, Julia's body shook violently. The movement of Bael's hand clearly resembled a penis. Every time his thick fingers scraped through her inner walls, she bit her lip desperately. Her stomach was throbbing hot.

“Hnng, ahng!”

“You're squeezing me out. You'll take any number I put in.”

The fingers that went into the hole had grown to four. As Bael spread his fingers wide, drops of clear liquid flowed down her thighs. It was a rare sight.

Bael took his hand and rubbed her love liquid into his genitals. The penis, swollen and bulging as much as her forearm, bent terribly in search of a hole through which it needs to push its head.

“If you obey me quietly, I will give you a pleasure you have never experienced before.”

“No, ah, don't!”

“It's already too late.”

Bael twisted the corners of his mouth and grabbed the inside of Julia's knees one by one and lifted them up. Her thighs were wide open without resistance.

The liquids soaked entrance fluttered lewdly as it searched for something to be swallowed. Bael, who found it, lost his composure. He aligned Julia's entrance with the tip of his pillar and slammed it straight down.

“Ah, ahng!”

Her throat was clogged by the strong piston movements. Yulia, engulfed in the excruciating pleasure, was unable to breathe and cried and tightened on Bael's penis. He lifted his chin, feeling the warm flesh clinging to his genitals. A high purity of magic was filling Bael's body.

The demon's night has just begun.

It was a day when the war with humans was in full swing. The sound of controlled footsteps resounded in the grand and quiet hall. The demons eyes moved slowly towards the source of the sound.

The party who broke the silence in the hall, Grand Duke Agares, went up the high stairs without paying attention to the numerous gazes on him, and calmly knelt down on one of her knees.

“Master, I have finally found it.”

The air, which had been hanging idly, changed abruptly at the words of the Grand Duke. Many of the eyes stared straight at her, even the blinking stopped. Agares raised her head and spoke calmly.

“Princess of the humans, the noblest human Estelle Vestra. She is the key to turning the master into the Demon God.”

“If you allow me, I'll bring the key to you right away.”

In Agares's words, the phrase 'to destroy Abeldishim, the capital of mankind,' was omitted. Recognizing this, Barbatos, the strategist, put the brakes on the king's behalf.

“Will it work out? A new Sword Master bloomed on the human side a while ago.”

“It's enough if you kill them all.”

“Think about the future.”

“I don't know about that.”

Agares's gaze, glaring at Barbatos, was mixed with clear hostility. She was entrusted with the command of the army by the demon king and led the demon army at the forefront. She did not like Barbatos' attitude, who seemed to be on the side of the enemy humans.

On the other hand, Barbatos was frustrated with Agares's way of thinking. Due to the long war between demons and humans, the human world was devastated with no trace of what it used to be. Of course, there was no way she could easily bring an important human who would become the future emperor.

Although each human was weaker than the lowest-class demons, their headcount greatly overwhelmed the demons. Barbatos decided that now was the time to end the useless attrition. He spoke directly to the king.

“Master, since the war situation is turning against humans, how about showing our mercy at this point?”

“Verid is good at information about the human race, so I send him as a messenger. If he brings the princess from Vestra, she will see the sincerity and end the war.”

The man, who had been resting his chin in a slack, stretched posture, slowly opened his eyes. The red eyes gleamed through the long jet-black hair.

Even though it was just a simple action, a wave of powerful magic surged through the huge hall. Realizing that the king was not very pleased, Agares and Barbatos quickly prostrated themselves. At the same time, a demon rose from the throne. Robes made of the finest fabrics wrapped tightly around his sculptural muscles.

“The key was born in the Vestra family. Interesting.”

His sharp, snake-like pupils scanned the wide hall slowly. All the demons who received the king's gaze lowered their heads at once. A profound sense of oppression overtook them. An unavoidable, instinctive fear slammed their shoulders without mercy.

This was the power of the Demon King Bael, who unified the underworld with unprecedentedly powerful magical power and is now surpassing even the status of a demon God.

With each step he took, the absolute power of the king became more evident. It was so pure and powerful magic that it was impossible to even dare to compare it. In the end, those who did not reach the status of 72th demon could not withstand the power of the king and began to faint one by one.

“Bring the magic stone's key to me by all means. That woman belongs only to me.”

Bael spread his gigantic wings, not caring what happened to the other demons. At the end of his tenacious gaze, there was the power of a demonic spirit, the magic stone, which flickered dangerously in purple as if responding to the high-purity magic.

“This time it has to be real. If you let me down again…”

“I'll keep that in mind, Master.”

Agares and Barbatos answered without delay, and the corner of the king's lips twisted with satisfaction. Bael, standing on the vast terrace, sprinted into the air and flew up.

The two demons softly exchanged glances as they watched the back of the king receding farther and farther under the red moon of hell.

“Okay, either Verid or Nabal, go. Because I want to live a long time.”

“We will also proceed with the armistice negotiations.”

“……Damn it.”

Grand Duke Agares swears with dissatisfaction. There was still a lot of debt to be repaid to the cheeky humans, but no matter what, she couldn't go against the will of the king.

She replaced her answer by summoning familiar spirits and sending a message to Verid.

The cheers of the people resounded in Abeldishim, the capital of the empire Vestra. The evil demon group finally retreated from the human land and peace was restored to the human world. This was the first time in 30 years since the outbreak of the Human-Demon War.

When the news that the expedition forces would soon be returned soon spread hope in the faces of the people who had been weary from the long war. Those mobilized on the bloody battlefield were someone's parents, brothers, or children. Those who did not have a day to feel comfortable after letting them go waited eagerly for the return of the expedition forces.

Those who were ahead of the trend also predicted things much later than that. Enormous materials that had been supplied to the front will be returned to the domestic market, and commercial exchanges between countries that have been blocked will be resumed. Fierce behind-the-scenes competition continued, trying to finish preparations ahead of others.

Each of them began to envision the future with inflated dreams. Forgetting the only existence that brought them hope.

A slender figure stood at the edge of the canyon soaring steeply.

With both her hands bound, she struggled in front of the boiling lava that spewed a pungent steam. But the more she resisted, the more the knights with spears pushed her into the corner.

“Go in.”

“Go in, what can I do with this kind of fire…!”

“It's all for the sake of the Empire's peace. Please understand that if you continue to resist, we will have no choice but to enforce it.”

Numerous scars had already been carved on her fragile body. It was created in the process of resisting while being dragged to the border.

In front of her were the emperor, Ingrem V, and the first princess Estelle, and the imperial knights who served the members of the imperial family. Behind her was a simmering sulphur, radiating scorching heat.

An instinctive fear was vidi in her large eyes that alternately stared at her surrounding.

The siege of sharp spears was gradually narrowing. But there was no sign of guilt on the faces of the men who aimed at her. They had an expression as if they were throwing away things, or even unnecessary garbage, not people.

Finally giving up her last hope, she closed her eyes. Her body, pushed by the strong force, fell down the distant cliff.