After the intense lovemaking, they rested for some time, where Grayfia gradually fell asleep with a soft smile on her beautiful face.
Sirzechs looked at his charming and cute wife and then, with a soft smile, that rare expression of peace, the one she showed only to him.
Then, with a quiet exhale, he brushed a pale strand of hair from her cheek pulled the quilt over her bare shoulders and gently slipped out of her embrace.
He redressed himself, buttoning his shirt with practiced ease, and stepped out into the dimly lit corridor. The soft glow of enchanted lanterns illuminated the path ahead as he walked, his expression calm yet thoughtful.
As he walked through the corridor, his mind drifted back over the last few hundred years of his life:
His growth to a Super-class Devil, the Devil Civil War—the clash between the Old Satan Faction and the New Devil Faction that forever reshaped the Underworld.
Him and Grayfia fighting as enemies before she sided with the new Devil faction, their subsequent marriage, him becoming the new Satan Lucifer and inheriting the title of Devil King.
Now, with the new Evil Pieces system established, the Devil race was moving toward an improved future, with him at the forefront of this charge.
A quiet future, he thought, for a people who once lived only in violence.
Lost in thought, he entered the living room.
His walk brought him to the living room, where he met a young woman who looked to be about 20 years old.
The young woman sat curled on the couch, reading a thick tome bound in Black leather, Her posture was elegant, her expression tranquil, reading with a soft smile and concentration in her eyes. When his eyes fell on her, she felt his gaze and lifted her own to meet his.
When their eyes met, he noticed a glint in hers and a knowing look passed between them. She then gave him a sweet smile, an innocent look in her eyes that didn't quite match her body, and softly called out,
"Daddy."
She got up and walked towards him, enveloping him in an intimate hug with her head resting in the crook of his neck and her hand going around his back.
He returned the hug while slowly rubbing her back, then rested his hands on her lower back, just above her hips, just the way she liked it.
This girl was none other than his daughter with Grayfia, Alexia Gremory. She had milky white hair in opposition to her mother's silver-white, and her eyes were the same crimson as her mother's.
She was wearing a black sundress that stopped just above her mid-thighs, the upper part held by only two straps that left her shoulders and a good portion of her perky tits bare.
Though young, she had inherited his Power of Destruction and immense demonic energy reserves.
"How is my little baby girl doing?" he asked with a doting smile on his lips, which were swiftly claimed by his daughter after the question was asked.
They were left alone only after a long few seconds, with a lick on his lips, and then she answered in her same sweet voice, amidst running kisses on his neck in his embrace while her tits pressed against his chest.
"I was fine, Daddy. Just reading some magic theory books you wrote and listening to Mom moaning out her submissive worship of you. It was fun and got me wet."
Her breath tickled his throat.
She said the most arousing things with the same innocent look in her eyes and sweetness in her voice.
This caused his heart to beat a little faster, a reaction she surely noticed, judging by her widening smile.
"You naughty little lady. Someday I will have to punish you too,"
He said with feigned anger in his voice. Hearing this, she only smiled more sweetly and then whispered in his ear.
"You will, Daddy? Will you punish your bad girl and make Alexia a good girl for you to take whenever you want?"
She said this with kisses on his ear and a little bite. Her lips skimmed the edge of his jaw before she stepped back, cheeks lightly flushed.
Hearing this, he took a deep breath to calm himself and then told her they were going to visit her grandmother after her mother woke up, instructing her to get ready. He said this while giving her plump bottom a good squeeze and a little slap.
The pah sound echoed, leading to Alexia moaning into his neck, her face flushing red.
"I'll prepare immediately," she whispered.
Then, with watery eyes, she turned and left the room to get to her own room. There was a jiggle in her steps that formed a hypnotic motion on her butt cheeks, which his eyes followed as his baby girl left.
As she left, she heard him say in a low voice, "Like mother, like daughter. Damn succubus."
Listening to this caused her to giggle her way to her personal room.
As he saw her leave, Once alone, he walked toward the balcony and stepped into the cold Underworld air. He lowered himself onto a lounge chair, with a table beside him.
The sky glowed in its eternal purplish hue, illuminated by distant hellfire stars. He was admiring the open sky of the Underworld, which had a purple color to it.
He was thinking of starting a project to make it similar to the day-night cycle of the human world for the reincarnated Devils, though with some touches from the Underworld.
He was also thinking about another important matter that had been on his mind for some time. After investing a lot of time on it, he was finally able to get the location of a certain important woman, a huge matter for the Devil race. Someone whose existence could tip the balance of the world.
He was weighing if going to her was worth the trouble of killing some gods and a war with an entire faction. After thinking for some time, a soft smile formed on his face. His crimson hair started to blow around him, and he muttered softly.
"It's worth it."
With that line, his eyes became lifeless black holes, and his smile became even more gentle. But those who knew him would certainly start getting cold sweat on their back and chills down their spine if they were to see him at the present moment.
After a little while, he calmed down and, through a magic circle, brought out a bottle of Aged Devil Wine. He poured it into a glass and, conjuring small cubes of ice.
He swirled the glass gently, watching the ice spin and started sipping.
it while waiting for his innocent and chaste daughter (a sarcastic thought) and his dominant wife (which was true, at least for others).
"…Totally Worth it," he whispered with a faint, serene smile.