"Ah, forget it," Beelzebub grumbled, dismissing the need for explanations. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed Alex and the other demons aside. They landed softly on the mine floor, the impact cushioned by some unseen force. The remaining demons quickly reorganized themselves, bowing deeply. Alex, unsure of what to expect, followed suit. Suddenly, two figures materialized before them, summoned by the demon king's command. Alex, still bowing, could only faintly make out their forms, but a captivating fragrance filled the air, his heart pounding in anticipation.
"You may rise and follow us," one of the figures instructed, their voice echoing with an authority that commanded obedience. The demons rose, their gazes drawn to the figures before them. Alex, captivated, could only stare. Their hair—lush, purple, and impossibly long—swirled in the darkness like a mesmerizing dance. Their waists were impossibly thin, their bodies—toned, red-skinned, and exuding a heady, intoxicating scent—were adorned with golden ornaments that shimmered faintly, visible only in the dim light. Their small, almost human-like build, full breasts, and strikingly beautiful faces were enough to send any man into a trance.
They were female demons—Mora and Valac. Alex's heart pounded in his chest, shattering his preconceived notions of their ugliness. The other demons, equally enthralled, were frozen, their mouths slightly agape, drool threatening to spill. "I'm called Mora," one announced. "And I'm Valac," the other added. "Follow us," they said in unison, starting to walk. One of the demons, overcome by lust, tried to approach Valac, arms outstretched as if to embrace her. A girlish giggle escaped his lips, but before he could close the distance, Mora’s fist connected with his face, a crushing blow that sent him unconscious.
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"Woah, even I can't blame him… getting close to you would be worth the punch," Alex whispered, attempting a playful tease. Valac, overhearing him, merely shrugged, her expression unreadable. Alex, utterly captivated by Valac's beauty, found his heart pounding. He wanted to speak to her, to get to know her, but she was focused on delivering Beelzebub's message.
Beelzebub, she explained, had a prize for the winners of the tournament. He would appoint them as Demon Generals, granting them access to prized mana stones. These stones allowed transport to a random dungeon on the surface world, where they would rule as dungeon bosses, a reward of immense power and influence.
"Is that all?" Alex interrupted, his interest piqued. He wasn't particularly interested in the tournament itself. Valac smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Well," she replied, "you'll have a chance to make other requests as well." They finally reached their destination: a massive, castle-like structure, its walls shimmering with a dark, almost ethereal energy. A thick demonic aura pulsed around it. "This is His Highness's castle," Valac announced. "I'll lead you to your quarters, where you can recover and strengthen yourselves before the tournament begins." She touched a circle etched onto the massive door. A hidden mechanism whirred, and the doors swung open, revealing the imposing interior of the fortress.
