Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

The clammy wind blew through the trees, with Ciela's feet firmly rooted on the rocky mountain beside the fortress, her black longbow tapping the ground as she stretched her fingertips, squeezing her palms to avoid muscle cramps.

"Are you ready?" Ciela's soft voice was like a whisper as she communicated with the three women standing on the ledge beneath her, with shields along with their usual weapons. At her back was a group of twenty elves with green and silver longbows, all standing in a tight formation.

"All archers are ready at your command, princess!"

She nodded, her eyes narrowed, gazing at the outpost currently engaged in battle, the figure of elves in damaged armour fighting off twisted creatures entering Ciela's eyes.

"Aim!" The Elvish Princess raised her bow above her head. Twenty more followed suit, pointing their arrows at the sky with a low creaking noise. Ciela's muscles began to strain from pulling the string back for too long. However, her hand remained steady as she waited for the perfect moment to shoot.

The elves could no longer hold back the creatures swarming through the entrance, forcing them to flee further into the outpost, to the second wall, where she saw her.

The Empress had a bloody wound down her cheek, and an eye patch covered her left eye.

Her green eyes glared at the enemy while holding a spear in her right hand. The princess smiled before barking orders, "SHOOT!"

The sound of air whistling passed over their heads—the first arrows didn't meet their mark. Instead, they scattered past the first wall, killing several demons trying to destroy the castle gate.

"READY!" Ciela ordered, watching more elves get overwhelmed by the monsters. A spear impaled one, its blood spraying on a nearby stone tower. "Aim!" This time, she pulled harder, raising her bow above her shoulders before screaming, "Release!"

Twenty-one arrows flew toward the sky and curved towards the outpost with increasing velocity until it was raining death upon all those within range.

"Continuous Shooting!" Ciela's shout echoed through the valley, causing the Empress and elven soldiers to notice their reinforcements.

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"Ciela?! Is it really my daughter?"

Empress Ar'Sarina grasped her spear tightly, turning back away from her men and towards her enemies—black humanoids with deformed limbs and multiple arms that stood over 6 feet tall with dark red eyes staring blankly at her troops before lunging forward again like mindless beasts—and then looked up.

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Sure enough, there she was - Ciela was standing atop a mountain cliff beside them, wearing elven armour with flowers and intricate gold embroidery patterns running along its length.

"Men... we have finally received reinforcements, the princess. Ar'Ciela has returned home to support us!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The clash of steel resounded through the air, and clashes with these bloodthirsty monsters continued around them, yet nobody stopped fighting or wavered even once. Their spirits lifted just knowing that someone powerful would help.

With a reforged courage burning inside each soldier present, everyone shouted battle cries louder than ever before:

"Princess!" many screamed simultaneously while raising shields high overhead. Some others called out names, such as mothers who were taken prisoner during previous battles or wives lost in wars fought long ago.

"Mother Empress... I am here to save you! Please hold on!" Shouted Ciela.

"Move!" Ar'Sarina commanded forcefully, moving her head aside to see nothing but another wave approaching; however, none made it past her guard, instead of being slain quickly before reaching any further into enemy lines.

"We won't lose another inch!"

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However... the enemy numbered in the hundreds.

What could this army do?

They were nothing more than a speck of butter thinly spread across toast...

What could one person accomplish against such numbers?

How many arrows did they fire?

It wasn't enough... there were too many!

The tide of black monsters rushed forward, covering the first wall, cutting down elves with their crooked, serrated blades, roaring and drooling as they crushed and destroyed life.

The Empress looked around, surrounded by countless corpses from fallen comrades who died valiantly protecting their homes. She turned back towards Ciela when something caught her attention: A bright blue light coming straight towards them all. It looked like an enormous ball made entirely out of pure magical energy.

An explosion erupted throughout the entire battlefield, causing everyone nearby—including herself—to scream aloud in shock and awe at what seemed impossible—a single spell cast upon so many demons, destroying an enormous group instantly.

"What was that?! What—"

It wasn't a spell... in the centre of the enemy forces, a black tide of death and despair... A male with black horns, golden hair like gemstones and beautiful blue eyes crouched, his fist impaled into the ground, covered in blood and penetrating the chest of the demon's leader as it sizzled... he killed it with a single blow.

He got up and took hold of its neck without hesitation or mercy, holding aloft this gruesome trophy for all those around him to witness.

"Is that... a devil?" Said one female Elf next to her.

"A beast," replied another as if answering unspoken questions asked earlier.

"Husband!" An elf... a female elf's voice shouted, catching the attention of the tired warriors as they turned to the source.

Princess Ciela.

Her face showed extreme worry, but relief washed over her features once she spotted her man standing proudly amidst piles upon piles of dead bodies strewn about everywhere around him—their lives ended brutally under his might alone; no longer would these creatures threaten anyone else ever again.

The man's arrival marked a shift within the battle dynamic between defenders and attackers alike—it marked victory!

"Don't falter—whoever it is, he is an ally!" The Empress noticed her daughter's eyes and instead took this chance to press forward and wipe out the demons inside the inner walls. "Protect the innocent—crush the evil!"

With her spear extended, the battle reached a rapid ending.

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The outpost carried the stench of death, blood, sweat and burnt flesh hanging heavily in every breath drawn from survivors' mouths following what seemed like days worth of fighting yet only lasted less than five hours total time elapsed since morning began.

Ciela walked behind the elf soldiers, heading further into the castle courtyard.

"Ciela..." The Empress appeared out of nowhere and ran to embrace her daughter. However, their reunion didn't last long because something caught everyone's attention: footsteps echoed loudly throughout the hallway ahead...

"Husband!" Princess Ciela cried out happily, rushing towards her beloved spouse, waiting outside near where most casualties lie—his clothes stained red by drying crimson liquid oozing slowly off wounds sustained during previous engagements he fought against numerous opponents at once.

"Asmodeus, you ignored the plan..." She whispered whilst hugging his muscular body tightly against hers whilst sobbing quietly as tears rolled freely down her cheeks. "You should have waited till it was safer."

She scolded lightly, despite knowing full well how pointless such words would prove later, considering everything currently occurring around them right now:

"I didn't want to see more elves fall; you love this forest, right? Their claws, axes and filth started corrupting the forest..."

"Nn..."

Ciela hugged him tighter, unable to respond except through small noises escaping her throat occasionally when feeling overwhelmed emotionally due to recent events.

"Ciela... who, who might this young man be?" Ar'Sarina's eyes shone open wide as she saw her daughter embracing a man so lovingly.

Asmodeus smiled. "Greetings, Mother—we finally met. I am your son-in-law, Asmodeus!"

It sounded almost ridiculous how he said this with such confidence while standing there holding her daughter in his arms, easily lifting her off the ground, and carrying her like a princess.

They looked perfect together, if not for the fact that one side was covered entirely in black armour, whereas the other wore elven armour with flowers embroidered along its length.

"Son...in-law?"

The situation became bizarre, for the Empress's eyes narrowed as she recovered from the rush of battle—her knights tried to avoid gazing at the situation. Instead, they started clearing the walls, tossing demon corpses into the furnace while preparing the burial ritual for the elves.

"You are... that boy that Orina mentioned?" Sarina's confusion came from the information from her other daughter, who said that Ciela fell for a human male who, although not strong yet, had amazing potential.

"Human? He looks like a devil," Muttered an elf from afar, gathering the scattered weapons from the battle.

Asmodeus didn't answer as he placed Ciela on her feet; she grabbed his hand, pulling him close to Sarina's side and whispering excitedly, "Mom! I want to get married soon!" Her tone grew louder after announcing marriage plans aloud—her words caused quite some commotion among everyone present nearby.

However, the most shocked were Asmodeus himself and the other women who began to appear, their weapons covered in blood.

Erika, the first knight who protected Ciela from the demons who tried to rush up the mountain path, stepped forward, her black armour covered in blood, as she grabbed the other arm of Asmodeus. "I don't believe I've heard that story!"

"Tsk..." Ciela clicked her tongue, knowing that her only chance was before the others started arriving, with Velvet, Vinea and Asmodea now gazing at her with smiles that were clearly more threatening than genuine smiles!

"Ciela... what's going on?" Sarina recovered from her shock and gazed at the females who surrounded Asmodeus.

"Mom! It's best if we focus on the outpost and repairing the broken walls first!" Ciela gripped harder on Asmodeus, her green eyes narrowing angrily towards Erika's glowing blue.

Sarina remained speechless yet nodded. "I am sure we will... have time to speak once things are settled—now go!"