"What was that!?" A dark shadow grunted on the massive fleet.
Mephisto hid amongst the knights who boarded the fleet from the mainland, an empire with enough troops to drown the continent with ease. Yet they chose to send a small army with a few hundred thousand soldiers.
This army gave him a sense of victory, a chance to take back his core.
The nobles and women he slept with long discarded in the deep ocean, Mephisto could not now strengthen himself like before.
In Alan's form, tempting women was easy, but after meeting the Grand Duke of the Empire, known for his deep connection to the lesser god who governed war, it was no longer so. He planned to have the duke fight Asmodeus, and when he lost, the death god would steal his divine core.
Said to be the son of the goddess himself...
Yet just another human with inferior genes and blood.
