Velvet enjoyed the full course of Asmodeus's service, her fears, upset, and self-hatred melting into euphoric waves of pleasure. Meanwhile, Paul, the temporary lord of Baltimore, stood overwatching the ocean in silence.
"This cannot be good."
Beside him, Simon hugged Ygrene's waist. The former demon knight retired the moment she became pregnant and took up cooking and became the owner of a small inn just outside the castle gates.
"Simon, Paul, can you sense that... strange, disturbing energy?"
"Y-Yeah."
Sweat dripped down Paul's cheeks as a sharp tingling sensation arced across his flesh, a familiar and haunting power.
Simon, on the other hand, looked oblivious while glancing at the two.
"What's wrong with you two?" He asked while slipping his hand down his wife's back, reaching the plump curve of her buttocks.
"Hah?"
Ygrene slapped his hand away. "Can't you feel that disgustingly murky energy?"
