Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World
Chapter 578: Mother and Paladin I

Chapter 578: Mother and Paladin I

Inside the strange world, Yumiko realised several things that caused her anguish: mana didn’t exist, but people still couldn’t see her ears or tails. She could use a few martial skills from the other world.

But the biggest issue that gouged her chest with pain was that Ryuji Vincenzo didn’t exist in this world.

“Where are you…?” Her eyes narrowed, half-lidded, watching the television in her apartment with a cup of instant ramen steaming with a beef and chilli scent.

Sometimes her phone or television would flash with images from her memories, the birth of Tsukihana, her first words and how much she loved Asmodeus.

He looked so useless at first. But when holding the girls, he transformed. The demon king Asmodeus became the most amazing father, using his wings and magic to make them giggle and laugh.

I miss you…!

I miss you…!!

I miss you…!!!

Asmodeus!

Her heart called out, more like a scream… this mundane life was once her dream, to teach children and fall in love one day, then start a family. Yet the excitement of the other world, meeting all his other wives, the various races and being with him.

Asmodeus slowly changed her heart and mind, and now she couldn’t live without him, as if all things became empty without him and their daughter.

“Don’t give up!” She hummed, crossing her legs with both hands on her knees.

Sat in a position to calm the mind, meditate, and gather energy and aura.

A skill taught to her by Velvet.

“Haa…” She sucked in the cool air, the scent of beef filling her lungs as she blew out with a long, slow breath. “Phew.”

Eh?

A small sphere of heat grew in her abdomen, the strange tingle something nostalgic and familiar to her—Mana, but only a tiny amount, just enough to make her heart race.

“I need more… I want to go back… please!” She begged as the world became blurry and she collapsed with a thud, the hot noodles oozing across the table.

Not long after she started, Yumiko opened her eyes. Her head was spinning, and she felt disoriented. She could see the faint glow of light emanating from her fingertips.

It didn’t carry the dark colour from the other world, but instead a pure white, like silk.

“All that work… even after fainting and this is all I gathered?” She muttered.

Her apartment looked the same, but empty, unlike the past when she would enjoy drinking a beer while watching stupid television instead. She looked dishevelled, with messy hair and a thick smear of dirt and strange muck on her skin.

“I guess this is the impurities in my body?”

At this point, her heart jolted; thoughts like, was this all in her head… did Ryuji even exist? All started to linger in her mind, like a deadly plague.

***

Meanwhile, in the city of Grigor, Sheila watched as Ryuji died.

The blade in her hand pierced his chest, and the power of Lumina burned through her body like fire devouring coal. “No… no… NO! This can’t be real! You can’t be dead!”

Her heart shattered at the sight of him lying motionless, his eyes devoid of life and soul. “Ryuji!”

Everyone in the stadium cheered, but the women who would eventually become his lovers just stood there, unmoved, a strange sight, as everything didn’t match the world she knew. But what did that matter to Levia, Eh?

“Who is Levia?”

That question echoed through the realm, as the sound of countless sheets of glass shattering reverberated through her mind, the demon paladin covered her ears and screamed at the overwhelming noise.

Sheila looked down at her hands, one holding the sword while the other clenched around a giant shield, her face contorted in anger.

She couldn’t recall how she had got here, nor why, but something had changed.

“Where am I?”

The grand statidum of Grigor, the beautiful blue skies and Ryuji’s cold, bloody corpse all vanished. Replaced by darkness and a strange place with no breeze, even the flow of mana seemed stagnant.

Then, she saw a woman with identical black hair, eyes, and figure.

“How could I be so pathetic, so stupid… is a man worth degrading myself for?”

“That voice…” It was familiar, of course. The voice was Sheila’s, before she became a demon —a lighter and more high-pitched tone, but one that one can never forget.

The woman, dressed in pure white, held a spear, her eyes fixed on the kneeling demon paladin.

“How could we become such a filthy existence?”

Levia felt insulted. It was a life-changing experience for her to become a demon, one that changed her into a new person…

“Who are you?” Levia stood up and stared down at the woman who had the same face as her. “How dare you insult the memories and feelings that went into this! My determination to be forgiven and accepted by the man I betrayed!”

The woman’s cold gaze became hotter, and her lips tightened, her eyes narrowing. “…Do you really believe that? Did you really fall for the Demon Lord?”

“I did!” Levia gritted her teeth.

The white Levia drew her spear, a distorted smile on her face, her eyes devoid of emotion. “Was it not just because the sex was good? Are you sure you could love him if not for that?”

“Why so vulgar! Ryuji is an amazing man!”

Woosh!

Before Levia could react, a bright light flashed in front of her.

Clang!

She barely managed to lift her shield to protect herself from the spear thrust. The impact sent shivers down her spine. Her shield vibrated against her hand, the dark metal clattering as the spear slammed against it.

How is she so strong!? One second longer and I would have been pierced…. her speed is—

“Equal to yours!”

Tap!

The white Levia stepped on the black Levia’s shield. Using it as leverage, she jumped high into the air. The demon paladin watched in awe, unable to comprehend the skill of the other.

“I’m not as strong as you…” The demon paladin admitted. “But I won’t lose!”

Her sword glowed with a black aura; she couldn’t use the divine blessing from her beloved man or Serena.

Still, it was better than nothing… she didn’t even need to swing—instead, the energy formed into several spears that shot at the woman. The woman in the sky twisted, using her spear to deflect the black spikes.

“Foolish! I am the potential you had if you never gave yourself to that beast!” Shiela lunged forward, spear primed and angled towards the ground.

Levia gritted her teeth and prepared for impact. She drew her shield up and lowered her body to absorb as much of the blow as possible. The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the room. They clashed once, twice, three times.

Each time they collided, sparks flew.

“How… can you be so strong!”

“Because I never gave into my emotions or desires.” She hissed. “He was just a target to kill and for his death I gained infinite power from my god!”

God?

That made no sense. Sheila only believed in a Goddess before she became a demon. She worshipped Lumina, not a god…

Ah… It’s a trick—this is someone who believes in Mephisto. An illusion!

“Ahahahaha!”

She laughed loudly as the black Levia pushed back against the spear. Her body crackled with dark lightning. Her muscles grew and thickened, her face contorted with desperation; the sheer power of this imposter was overwhelming.

But Leviathan wasn’t weak; her faith, devotion, and love for Asmodeus weren’t fake.

With a twist of her hips, she switched from defence to offence in a flash, her left hand thrust out to catch the spear while her right brought up her sword towards the other’s neck.

Shiiing!

Leviathan fell backwards, striking the ground hard.

A sharp pain shot through her arm, but the fake Sheila’s hair danced in the air, now with a short bob and bloodshot eyes.

“Blasphemnous Bitch!”

Leviathan smirked. She was not a religious person, nor was she particularly interested in the gods. She believed that gods existed and would grant blessings to those they favoured, but beyond that, she wasn’t sure.

At first, she believed due to her adoptive father, and then… her belief became not a god but a man—the man she loved.

“Nonsense, there is no need to believe in a worthless god who lost his power! My husband already defeated your pathetic Mephisto!”

She stood tall, her shield and sword raised in front of her.

The two warriors clashed again, exchanging blows and parrying each other’s strikes with their weapons—everything about the two is evenly matched, with a hair’s difference.

But the white Levia seemed to know every technique that Levia could muster up against her.

The same for the black Levia.

Yet, there was a difference in their heart… a puppet following a fallen god and a woman fighting for the man she loved and their future child.

“He finally forgave me and accepted me as his wife.

You think I will lose to this stupid illusion!?”