Asmodeus stood at the edge of the grey city's battlements, his lips pressed firm, gazing across the silent battlefield of yesterday. A low, eerie howl spread through the distant field from the wind like a pack of wolves hungrily searching for a corpse.
"The land is barren and filled with death."
He muttered to himself—the soil of this land was dry, lacking the needed minerals and nutrients to flourish. Serena once spoke about the beautiful demon capital, filled with vibrant colours and races, before his mother Lilith perished.
'Now, a rotten land where only forsaken souls roam and twisted gods enjoy playing games.'
"Riel…"
His gaze drifted towards the northeast. Somehow, he could sense it after exchanging bodies with Sariel. From the moment Riel took control, the link between the two succubi faded, with Riel giving the younger half all the emotions needed.
"But if you do that, what will happen to you?"
