— ??? Abyssal Realm —
Within the abyssal realm of lust and corruption—a domain ho to succubi, incubi, and nurous lesser demonic beings of desire and depravity—stands a place where many structures closely mirror those of the mortal realm. This realm draws power from the desires and corrupt actions of mortals, and its changes ripple into areas of the mortal world where lust and corruption thrive.
This abyssal plane feeds on the intense, lascivious energies from countless mortal acts of corruption, both of soul and body. Once only the third in rank of worshippers, this realm has surged to beco the most powerful following the destruction of Satan's Abyssal Realm and the devastation of Mammon's domain, which has been plundered to barren wastelands devoid of their original power.
With this shift, the Abyssal Realm of Lust and Corruption has ascended to the number one spot in worshippers, much to the delight of its overlord, Asmodeus, the Lord of Lust and Corruption. Overjoyed by this triumph, Asmodeus has nearly decided to bestow the title of "Anointed One" upon Daniel Emberweave, the mortal who unknowingly helped propel his realm to new heights.
After absorbing the worshippers and demons of the two fallen realms, Asmodeus's dominion expanded considerably, encroaching upon the territories of Beelzebub, the Lord of Gluttony, and Belphegor, the Lord of Sloth.
Within an opulent castle styled much like a hotel in the mortal world's red-light districts, a man in a resplendent red suit adorned with fine jewelry laughed amidst the embrace of voluptuous succubi and mortal won who had willingly pledged themselves to his service.
His long red hair was tied back in a ponytail, and his sculpted, heart-stopping features could rival those crafted by the finest mortal artists. Laughing heartily, he held an infernal contract in his hand, while two demons kneeled in submission before him.
"Ah HAHAHA! Very good—bow down and submit, you worms!" the man laughed.
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This man was none other than Asmodeus, the Lord of Lust and Corruption. His laughter echoed as he gazed upon the two archfiends bowing before him.
The two had co to seek his rcy after suffering a crushing defeat at the hands of Asmodeus's demonic forces.
These archfiends were the rulers of the ravaged realms of Satan and Mammon. They had carved out parts of these desolate territories, reigniting the barren lands with their own powers in an effort to establish themselves as lesser Hell Lords, revitalizing their domains with Abyssal Power.
Lately, many archfiends had been flocking to these desolate realms, each carving out territory and vying for dominion in hopes of becoming the next Hell Lords of Wrath and Greed.
The contract in Asmodeus's hand bound these two archfiends to serve him loyally for eternity. In return, he would spare their lives and grant them the protection of the Abyssal Realm of Lust and Corruption.
Asmodeus's realm had reached a golden age, with no signs of decline.
"As stipulated in the contract, I personally pardon you both. Serve well," Asmodeus commanded, waving his hand in dismissal.
"Thank you for your rcy, my lord!" The two archfiends responded in unison before quickly teleporting away, afraid that Asmodeus might change his mind. They knew a re contract held little power over a mighty Hell Lord like Asmodeus.
"My lord, your power has grown once again. If you hadn't ntioned Mr. Emberweave wasn't your archpriest, I'd never have believed it!" a succubus teased, casting a flirtatious glance as her hand traced suggestively over the Hell Lord's nether region.
"Yes, darlin… he practically served two desolate hell realms on a silver platter. I've already blessed him with the Ladies' Man's Luck, but perhaps that's not enough. It might be best if he were to beco my Anointed One… hm, what should I do?" Asmodeus mused aloud, his wandering hand exploring the succubi and his mortal servants in undisclosed places.
"Kyaahh! My lord, why not go and ask him yourself? You're so powerful; I'm sure he'd be thrilled to et you!" the succubus giggled, baring herself invitingly.
"Oh no, darlin, you must be jesting!" the Hell Lord replied with a charming grin, which quickly turned wry. "I would be the one thrilled—to survive, that is. The guy pumled a berserk Satan to the ground, reducing his hell realm to desolation! Then, he did the sa to that golden lizard." Asmodeus chuckled darkly.
"To be honest, I don't know his stance toward Hell Lords, so it'd be wiser not to et him face to face. Betting one's life isn't always wise," Asmodeus nodded sagely to himself.
"Then, my lord, how are you planning to secure more profit from him? You know Belphegor may be the laziest Hell Lord, he wouldn't bother with us as long as his interests aren't severely hard. But he isn't a pushover, and his power over the Dream Realm makes him a formidable foe.
And while Beelzebub is just a glutton who likes to occasionally wander to the mortal realm to eat gourt food, he still treasures his territory. Eventually, you're bound to clash with him," one of the succubi said with concern.
"You're right, darlin…" Asmodeus agreed. "I can't control the speed at which my realm encroaches on theirs; it's simply the natural course of the abyss. Sooner or later, they'll show up in my realm to cause so serious trouble, to stop my realm from overtaking theirs… hmm… what to do, what to do…" Asmodeus mused, rubbing his chin in contemplation.
"Ah! I have a great idea!" Asmodeus exclaid, snapping his fingers as a brilliant thought struck him.
"Oh? What is it, my lord?" the won asked, eyes wide with curiosity and excitent.
"That's a secret, darlins. First, I'll strengthen the power of the Ladies' Man's Luck blessing I've already granted him… and then…" Asmodeus grinned lasciviously, relishing the profits he anticipated from Daniel's various exploits.
It's essential to understand that blessings from a Hell Lord are a two-way street. When a Hell Lord bestows a blessing, the recipient's achievents also generate offerings to the blessing's owner.
For instance, in ancient tis, victorious warriors would offer their triumphs to gods like Ares, turning their victories into sources of divine power. Similarly, the Hell Lords also receive power in return for their blessings, even without the recipient actively dedicating their achievent to them.
And if the blessed one becos the Hell Lord's Anointed, the Achievent Offering becos far more potent, amplifying the power the Hell Lord gains from their Anointed's triumphs.
"HAHAHAHA! Rejoice, Daniel Emberweave! Rejoice and Receive my blessing!" Asmodeus laughed, channeling his power into a blessing free of drawbacks and bestowing it upon Daniel.
— Florida —
Florida—the land where hurricanes are commonplace, and people often indulge in bizarre and inexplicable activities: playing poker in the middle of the road, kidnapping a cat only to return it days later with a bald patch on its head, or a guy with a penchant for licking doorknobs.
In the vast, untad sprawl of Florida's Great Bayou, murky waters creep slowly beneath a canopy of towering cypress and ancient oaks draped in trailing Spanish moss. The air hangs thick with humidity, blending the earthy aromas of damp soil and decaying vegetation with a faint salty breeze drifting up from the nearby Gulf.
The hum of cicadas, the croak of bullfrogs, and the occasional splash hint at life beneath the still waters.
A group of alligators glides silently through the bayou, led by a small horned alligator—yes, horned. The leader bears four demon-like horns crowning its head like a twisted, reptilian diadem.
[Hmm, it's so peaceful today,] the lead alligator mused to itself. It thought back on how it, once the chosen of the gods, had taken over the body of an infant alligator. Since then, it had fought countless battles, eventually conquering all the territory within Florida's Great Bayou.
[Now that I control this place, the next step is to seize the nearest human settlent,] it thought, a malicious grin spreading across its reptilian face.
This alligator was none other than Leviathan, who had fled from Daniel to the Great Bayou below. Its soul had leaped into one of the smallest but most promising alligators it could find, gaining control over the creature's body.
Now that Leviathan had beco the bayou's apex predator and gathered a following—albeit of other alligators—he knew that once his powers fully recovered, he could attract human worshipers. With that, he'd gain the ability to evolve these alligators into lizardn, build an army from scratch, and finally seek revenge.
Just as Leviathan was lost in his grand plans, a distant sound caught his attention. The hum of a hovercraft engine grew louder; a speedboat was approaching. Monts later, he spotted figures on board.
[Humans? Perfect. I won't have to go far; I'll start by terrorizing this batch of foolish mortals, and then—] Leviathan's thoughts froze as he got a better look at the figures.
A long black trench coat worn over a cassock emblazoned with the Vatican's Secret Exterminator Unit emblem. A battle-hungry grin on a scarred face, wielding a blessed blade in one hand and a long alligator-catching stick in the other. The appearance might seem a bit weird, but he's none other than Christopher Ward, the infamous Grand Paladin of the Vatican's Secret Exterminator Unit.
"HAHAHAHAHA! Found you!" Christopher laughed, his battle-hungry grin widening.
Leviathan: "Sh*t…"
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