Lustfull

The Demon King/Hell Arc

Chapter 1: The Price of Love

Asmo De Deus, The Demon King of Lust, was a being of unfathomable power, an entity born from the darkest recesses of the Abyss. His very existence was an embodiment of pride, lust, and dominance, traits that had driven him to conquer realms and enslave countless souls. Yet, even one as mighty as Asmo was not immune to the most human of emotions—love.

It began innocuously, as such things often do. Asmo, in his human guise, walked among mortals, his power suppressed, his presence hidden behind a facade of normalcy. It was in this form that he encountered her—a girl whose beauty transcended anything he had seen in the countless eons of his existence. She was unlike any mortal, with a grace and purity that captivated him in a way he had never experienced before. For the first time, Asmo felt something other than the insatiable lust for power. He felt an emotion that weakened him—a feeling of genuine affection.

As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, Asmo found himself growing closer to her. He experienced emotions foreign to him: care, empathy, even vulnerability. But with these emotions came an unsettling realization—his power was waning. The more he felt for her, the weaker he became. His once-absolute control over the Abyss and the realms beyond began to slip through his fingers. He could feel his demonic essence being suppressed by these human feelings, and it terrified him.

Determined to regain control, Asmo sought out the only being who could offer him guidance—Lucifer, the Prince of Hell and the closest thing Asmo had to a mentor. Lucifer had watched Asmo's rise with a mixture of pride and wariness, knowing that one day the Demon King of Lust might even surpass him.

When Asmo arrived in the Infernal Palace, Lucifer could sense the change in him. The once unyielding force of darkness now carried a burden, a weakness that he had never expected to see.

"You've come to me seeking answers," Lucifer remarked, his voice echoing through the grand hall. His eyes, ancient and all-knowing, pierced through Asmo's facade. "You have fallen in love, haven't you?"

Asmo's silence was answer enough. He hated admitting weakness, especially to Lucifer, but there was no point in denying the obvious.

Lucifer sighed, a sound that was both weary and amused. "Love is a double-edged sword, Asmo. It can make the strongest of us fall. But it can also be a source of strength—if you learn to control it."

"I can't afford to be weak," Asmo replied, his voice laced with frustration. "I need to regain my power, to be what I was meant to be."

Lucifer nodded, a hint of understanding in his gaze. "There is a way. But it will cost you." He raised his hand, and from the shadows materialized two weapons—Kafisio and Uniko, the Sword and Gun of Souls. "These weapons are not just tools of destruction; they are extensions of your very soul. They will nullify your emotions, suppress your human weaknesses, and restore your power. But there is a catch."

Asmo's eyes narrowed. "What catch?"

Lucifer stepped closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You will embark on a journey, a quest to reclaim your true strength. You must defeat the remaining Demon Kings and absorb their power. Only then will you be able to wield Kafisio and Uniko to their fullest potential. But know this: the weapons will consume a part of you, the part that feels—"

"I don't care," Asmo interrupted, his resolve hardening. "If it means I can reclaim my power and become what I was destined to be, I'll do it."

Lucifer smirked, a dark, knowing smile. "Very well, then. Your journey begins now."

With a wave of his hand, Lucifer handed Asmo the weapons. Asmo could feel their power coursing through him, cold and unfeeling, a sharp contrast to the warmth he had felt when he was with her. He could already sense his emotions being suppressed, his power returning. But there was an emptiness that accompanied it—a void where his feelings once were.