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The Archdemon of Lust

Prince Luxen from the Second Circle of Hell

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"Both of you are somewhat preoccupied with each other instead of the Archangelic Invasion in our Dominion," Satan tilted his head and asked, "Where did this thing come from?"

Glancing at his Uncle, Luxen's head shook fiercely before heaving a weary sigh, "I don't know."

Flicking a sideways glance at the magnanimous lotus flower before he brought his cold gaze back to Luxen, Satan demanded, "You keep shrugging when I asked you about this thing-in-question, nephew."

Ravin muttered to himself behind Satan, "I can sense that our wife is inside that stupid flower."

"I am a Firstborn Demon, Luxen."Satan's cold features hardened as he said, "The demon fire wouldn't destroy it despite increasing the intensity of my magic."

Muscles going rigid, Luxen announced, "It is the Armor of God."

Every demon in the vicinity who had heard the name of God in Hell sucked in a shocked breath.

"How can that be possible?" Ravin gave a small shake in his head. "This makes no sense."

The dark evil surrounding Satan intensified as his anger became horribly tangible.

Weaker demons exposed to Satan's dark aura have turned physically ill.

"I have eyes, Luxen." Frowning, Satan's attention remained on Luxen as he asked, "Did the fledgeling Archdemon summon the Armor of 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named'?"

Satan prompted, "Explain your side of the story if it is similar to the one my henchman had told me."

"My question is, what did the henchman tell you exactly, Uncle?" Luxen stepped forward in a challenge as he faced his uncle without fear. "Do you want me to fit in with his version of the story, or should I proceed with mine?"

"I don't know why you hated my henchman this much when you get along well before." Satan's eyes glittered in cold amusement when Camio approached their circle in perfect timing. "Let us hear your story out starting from the moment the thick ice on the frozen lake had melted, Luxen."

Swallowing hard, Luxen stared at Ravin, to Camio then back to his Uncle for a tad too long.

Luxen felt a flare of unease.

He didn't know how to break this news to everyone, confirming what the henchman had probably told his uncle.

How can he delay his Domina's imprisonment if he told Satan the truth?

In Hell, Satan's rules are rules.

No matter how devious and ruthless an Archdemon was, no Archdemons are above the Law of Hell except the ones who made it.

He took a deep breath before admitting hurriedly, "My Domina had learned how to summon Archdemon Magic."

Luxen witnessed how Ravin's jaw slackened in surprise.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Ravin whispered darkly, "Who taught her?"

There was a thick, icy danger in the air cloaked in the air.

It had the same feeling as being tied to a chair as if he had been tortured in an Archdemon inquisition.

Luxen lost the ability to think on his feet, but he decided to fuck it and tell the truth. "She learned it herself."

There was no point in lying.

Ravin will help him save the Domina.

Ravin's voice lowered an octave, "Was she in danger?"

Luxen 's response was utter silence. His reluctance was unmistakable.

He wasn't about to tell his brother that he forced Luna into a kiss.

Luxen needed an ally to keep Luna safe at this point.

Ravin scowled at him, not taking his silence well.

He had a hard expression on his chiselled features, and his arms were straight and locked into fists.

"Ah, I get it." Slowly nodding his head, Satan turned to face the Lotus Flower as if he had expected the petals to open up and show Luna inside.

When it didn't happen, Satan glared at it in disappointment.

"This was what my henchman had told me. Your wife, who was still a fledgeling Archdemon, had broken the Rules of Hell by using Archdemon magic without the supervision of her Master when she was, in fact here, in a short period of time." Satan's frown had quickly morphed into a smile edged with cruelty, "The Grand Torturer had been bored due to the decline of rebellious fledgeling Archdemon in recent years."

Satan had strictly referred to the new generation of fledgelings studying Archdemon magic under his tutelage, straight-laced and obedient.

This would be an interesting debate if these traits would be good for future Archdemons.

Satan was the best Master when it came to training new fledgelings before they challenge the reigning Archdemons in each Circle of Hell.

His most favourite thing about priming the new fledgelings was when Satan and his students discover a newfound skill and teach them how to cultivate it.

Satan preferred teaching girls.

They were pleasing to the eyes, and they know how to kiss ass, worshipping the Higher Ranks with their sickly sweet words and praises of how amazing their trainer was.

"She didn't mean any harm, Uncle." Luxen insisted.

"Hmm." Satan laughed darkly without warning, and the harsh sound of it brought chills down his spine. "What happened to that hole in your wing then?"

Ah, Luxen was busted.

Gritting his teeth, Luxen reasoned out. "It was an accident."

Good thing that Ravin had followed through with the discussion and helped Luxen convince their Uncle, "Please let it slide."

"What did you really do to your wife, Luxen?" Again, Satan chuckled, his expression mocking as he regarded him. "You were a ruthless Archdemon, but you don't hurt people you can use before you have gained their trust."

Ravin glowered at him, "Did you hurt our wife, Luxen?"

Grimacing, Luxen shrugged with indifference to his brother's accusations because to put it simply, Ravin was telling the truth.

He replied, "We should just forget the whole thing and never speak about it again."

"Your wife will be in the custody of the Grand Torturer." His Uncle gave an impatient click of his tongue, making his stomach tighten into knots.