"If you want to prove your loyalty, play the ga with seriously. You’d better beco a Legendary Mage by next year, or else..." Wayne said, clenching his fist tightly.
He initially wanted to grab Lilith’s chest, but out of respect, he refrained.
His threat was mild, and Lilith felt nothing, puzzled by the idea that the Demon Bat wasn’t as terrifying.
Could it be that he...
likes ?
Probably not, devil emotions are straightforward: hatred is direct, love is behind, if they like you, they approach directly, not going around in circles.
It’s as if she could refuse even if she wanted to.
So, if it’s not fondness, what was the Demon Bat circling for?
Too many words lead to mistakes, and Lilith was already beginning to suspect, doubting that the Demon Bat was a kind-hearted seducer, shocked by her own thoughts.
Are there kind-hearted seducers?
"That’s enough for today. Go patrol the territory, work during the day, train at night, you don’t need rest. Your job is to accompany to complete this ga." Wayne waved a hand to signal Lilith to exit and turn right.
Lilith dared not express her doubts, thinking it was probably just a devil’s trick to toy with human emotions.
The ga of the Legendary Mage is rely an illusion; watching her struggle in the ga is the true delight for the devil.
"What a good person, if Frank hadn’t delayed her, she’d be an excellent singer or actor, not a spy selling her body..."
Wayne shook his head, dismissing stray thoughts, and closed his eyes to familiarize himself with authority.
During the last battle with Jealousy, as an outsider, Wayne was unfamiliar with the environnt, defeated by the cunning locals, forced to flee down a side street.
Ignoring authority, Jealousy is not unbeatable.
Now that Wayne has obtained authority, along with abundant knowledge from the Chapters of Pride and Lust, should he duel Jealousy, he has every confidence he can win.
"Perhaps my domain is small, and my authority isn’t as great, but that’s not important; I’m settled here and am a part of Hell, and that’s the key!"
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On June 15th on the God-chosen Continent, the Demon King Council convened.
The mont Lust received the ssage, she stood up from the Demon Bat, changed in an instant, donning her favorite red evening gown.
Yes, Wayne had co to Paradise Lost again.
According to his explanation, the Demon Bat wanted him to co and had no ill intent, like a child less than two years old, free of adult wickedness, filled with purity and goodness.
"Stop standing around, get back; we can talk later, the Demon King Council is about to start." Lust said, tying up her long hair, to Wayne who lay on the waterbed.
"Finally, I thought he forgot..."
Wayne rolled over and sat up, donning leather attire replete with dark style.
"No, it’s not a eting called by Pride, but by Jealousy."
"What do you an, more jokes from him?"
"Who knows, let’s go see for ourselves."
Lust glanced at Wayne, raising an eyebrow: "Wayne, interested in revealing your identity at the Demon King Council?"
"There’s no Wayne here, only the Demon Bat, playing by the script, I’m a Pride Avatar." Wayne reiterated.
Worried about Lust acting rashly, he added: "If I fight with Jealousy, you’ll miss out on the Wrath Chapter, think about it, and Pride won’t spare you either."
"Cold-blooded man, not a hint of humor."
Lust wore a grim expression, deploying all her studied charms on Wayne, almost genuinely moved, but she gained nothing from Wayne.
Applause didn’t count; the shaless creature purely lusted after her body, entirely untainted by Lust’s seduction.
At this point, she seriously suspected she was taken advantage of for free.
She’d try again, and if still unsuccessful, she wouldn’t tolerate a loss, and Wayne would have to pay to touch her in the future!
Lust waved a hand to tear open space, pushing aside the black curtain, stepping out with Wayne, arriving at the Sky Islands shrouded in dark clouds.
The war-damaged style of the Demon King Council amazed Wayne.
You’d think there’s no taste, yet the Seven Demon Lords are rulers of Hell, pursuing neither opulence nor grandeur, showing their unique style through simplicity;
But if you say there’s taste, the broken table and rotten chairs are a joke, even burning wood avoids their nails.
Lust was the first to arrive, and just as she pulled out her chair, Wayne sat down in it.
She said nothing, elegantly sitting on Wayne’s lap, lighting a Lady’s cigarette, raising an eyebrow: "So, interested in a round here?"
You truly aren’t picky at all!
Wayne decisively refused, shifting his gaze away from Lust’s stunning face, inspecting the other six chairs.
To ordinary people, the Seven Demon Lords are figures of fear, the source of nightmares, due to them, the seven deadly sins exist, making sin rampant in the Mortal World.
But if possessing great power, the Seven Demon Lords appear in a different light.
Hell’s Seven Demon Lords (✕)
A story of one woman and six n (✓)
Expand on it, add a title, and it could be a novel.
[The World’s Most Beautiful Woman and Six Paranoids Trapped in a Dark Room]
Honestly, the selling point is compelling, the title alone draws attention.
"What’s going on, it’s been ten minutes, and not a single devil’s appeared?"
Wayne remarked speechlessly, beginning to understand sothing, closing his eyes, feeling as if he was back in Lundan.
"Ten minutes, just as I got seated, everything is ready now..."
Who’s being looked down upon here!
Wayne wanted to complain further, but darkness split open in front of him, revealing the arrival of the first devil. The man appeared decadent and lazy, slumping down in his seat.
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