Chapter 21: Chains (2)

The Devil was slightly taken aback at the discovery of the chains in the low lifeform's soul but was then allured by curiosity.

Bringing his hand forward, he aimed to grab the chain. But he appeared to neglect the physical body of Lucas and continued to move his hand towards him.

Surprisingly, his hand turned incorporeal, bypassing Lucas's physical body, and straightly went towards one of the chains covering his soul as if sealing it.

There were a total of seven chains, wrapping around different parts of his body. And what the Devil went to grasp was the chain that covered his head to his lower private part. His aim was specifically the latter.

For some reason, despite the curiosity that caused him to move toward the chain, the more he stared at it, the more he felt tempted. It was a kind of temptation that made his libido energetic, a lust that all Devil carried, a deadly sin that represented the Devil's whole existence.

Finally, when he grasped the chain, memories surged inside his mind like an enormous wave. The scene of him and the ArcDuchess satisfying their lust boosted his sexual desires to a whole new level.

He felt euphoric, witnessing those enticing lips, curvy body, alluring face, bouncing pair of enormous breasts, the aroused tits as though inviting him to bite it, and most importantly…

All of it was within his grasp!

At the same time, a voice was whispering to him to break the chain, and all that imagination would turn to reality. It kept telling him that the chain could accomplish his desire if he destroyed it

'Those were not dreams, but the future.'

The Devil thought, completely immersed by his imagination brought from the unknown. Still grasping the chain, he let himself be indulged for a while. He couldn't even hold himself and used his other hand to intensify his carnal desire.

It went on for a while when his hand grasping the chain suddenly trembled like it was electrocuted. He quickly retracted his hand and continued to stare at the chain on his soul, and he could feel it was mad at him.

"No."

He brought his hand forward, and it turned incorporeal again, moving forward to grasp the chain, but after a quick grasp, it instantly rejected him. Previously, he felt a shock coursing through his hand, but now, he couldn't even perceive how the chain assaulted his hand.

"I don't believe it!"

He tried again but unsurprisingly failed. And then again, again, but it was futile. He seemed to have lost the chance, and his imagination remained as it was. He doesn't want to accept it; it wasn't a dream but a reality that would soon happen.

It wasn't the reward after completing his mission since they had sexual intercourse many times! Many times! That means the chain, if he broke it, would bestow those imaginations to reality.

However, he felt indignant to accept he had lost his chance. He couldn't even try to remember those scenes, the whispering had now appeared vague, and he couldn't even recall the content anymore. The scenes were turning blurry, seemingly out of his reach.

He felt the need to cry, but his pride prevented him, so he could only roar in frustration.

An hour had already passed, but he was still at it. He seemed to have infinite energy and was still as vigorous as before. He continued to shout with a twisted face, and his roar shook his surroundings.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! In the first place, how can this low life's soul accomplish my desire? And how can he even have the chain in his soul that is untouched by me? An ArchDevil?!

I'm the venerable ArchDevil, an existence that could rule the world, a higher existence feared by many. If it wasn't for our God, who created this goddamn place to imprison us away from other worlds, we would have been conquering thousands of worlds, scaring the higher realm!

I don't believe it!"

He continued to voice out his frustrations until he grew tired. But he didn't want to give up.

Days passed, weeks, and even months.

Although there was no calendar in the Realm of the Devil since they had a lifespan of thousands of years, keeping track of time was absolutely pointless to them.

There was also no sun and moon as the only light was the crimson blaze eternally lighting them. But still, the Realm of the Devil has an eerie atmosphere, seemingly portraying a harsh and creepy environment.

It was then that Lucas's eyelids moved slightly, catching the Devil's attention. He finally awoke from his frustrations and stared at this low life's face, wanting to tear it apart. But he held back.

He had to.

Finally halting his futile attempts, he only stood beside the sleeping Lucas' face, and the latter appeared in agony. He waited until Lucas completely opened his eyes, and took Lucas some time for his memory to kick in.

Startled, he quickly sat up, and feeling a presence beside him, he slowly turned his head with a palpitating heart.

What he saw was something he didn't want to see. It told him that his memories were not a dream and that the Devil he was facing right now was an existence he could never run away from.

Fear instantly appeared on his face, he was trembling with cold sweats, and he wanted to faint right away. However, his brain was so energetic to shut down again after a month's sleep.

Therefore, he could only suffer from mental attacks and stared at the Devil with a frowning face. For some reason, he felt an intense killing intent from him, yet the Devil was holding back despite the fact that he could kill Lucas with a single slap.

To be honest, he wanted to be killed right away rather than suffer from the Devil who knows what it might have done to him in the future. But he was quickly reminded of the further past, so those desires quickly diminished.

An uneasy silence brought restlessness to Lucas's mind, and the staring contest was so awkward he wanted to look away. But he didn't want to.

Finally, the Devil opened his mouth:

"What are you?"