Asmodeus marched forward with his head hanging down and his axe resting on his shoulder. His movements became sluggish, almost drunk on his steps.
He reached the frontline where the Demon Knights were protecting him, Erika standing there with her dual swords, shocked that their leader would come this far.
"Asmo...?"
Erika's eyes shook at the sight of him, clueless about his plans.
He walked past her, not a single word to the demon knights or her... his lover.
And stepped into the front lines.
A group of demons rushed at him, cutting their air with their claws like razors, causing gashes and wounds over his body.
Asmodeus wasn't even bothered by the blood or pain. He raised his axe with a swift movement and ripped through their bodies, causing them to explode into ash, only to revive a second later.
He accepted their attacks, killing them in retaliation but never moving from that spot.
He stared down at the demons, all of whom looked at him with their hollow eyes.
