Blood pooled on the scorched earth.
Asmodius lay broken among heaps of corpses, his body pierced by countless blades. The battlefield stank of rust and rot, a graveyard of men who had screamed, bled, and begged for mercy before the silence swallowed them all.
His vision blurred. The stars above seemed cruel, distant, as if mocking his suffering.
"So this is the end?" he whispered, coughing blood.
Once, he had believed in mankind. He had fought for them, trusted them, even sacrificed for them. Yet what had been his reward? Betrayal. Those he called comrades branded him a monster, cast him aside, and used him as bait in their holy war.
Their swords had not been driven by justice. Only fear. Only envy.
As the last blade pierced his heart, Asmodius laughed weakly.
"This rotten world ,these rotten humans. If only I could destroy it all"
Darkness consumed him.
But the void was not silence.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed through the abyss of his fading consciousness:
[System Initiated]
[Soul Detected: Hatred—Overflowing]
[Option: Rebirth as Artifact of Calamity]
[Designation: Magic Spear]
[Confirm?]
His heart should have been gone, but it thundered at the voice. A chance… not to live as a man, but to return as something greater.
A weapon.
"Yes" he hissed. "Let me be reborn. Let me be their curse."
[Confirmed]
[Processing Soul Reconstruction]
[Identity: Asmodius → Bound Entity]
[Class: Magic Spear of Eternity]
[Ability: Choose Master]
His flesh shattered into fragments of shadow. His bones melted into crimson light. His soul twisted and stretched, bound into a single core that pulsed like a beating heart.
When the transformation ended, he was no longer flesh and bone.
He was steel. A long obsidian spear, etched with veins of pulsing red, humming with hunger. Its tip glimmered with malice, sharp enough to split the heavens.
"I… am a spear?" His voice trembled in the void. He could feel the battlefield, smell the stench of corpses, yet he had no body. Only perception. Only power.
[Choose Master: Required to Awaken]
Visions flickered before him—faces of kings, priests, soldiers. All of them reeked of deceit, greed, cowardice. He wanted to impale them all. Yet none called to him.
Until—
A figure appeared amidst the carnage.
A girl with hair as black as midnight, streaked with faint violet. Her crimson eyes gleamed like twin rubies, glowing with obsession. Her pale skin bore faint red runes that shimmered faintly under the blood moon.
She smiled sweetly, though her gaze was anything but gentle. It was the gaze of a predator who would kill and die for what she desired.
"A voice" she whispered, walking barefoot across corpses. Her delicate hand reached out, wrapping around the spear's handle.
The instant her fingers touched him, Asmodius felt a surge of energy. Madness. Possession. Yandere obsession, pure and consuming.
Her name spilled from her lips like a vow.
"Lilith. That is my name. And you… you belong to me, don't you?"
She hugged the spear against her chest, caressing it as if it were a lover. Her cheek pressed against the cold steel. Her lips curved into a smile both tender and terrifying.
"I won't let anyone else touch you. Ever. If they try,I'll kill them. I'll kill everyone. Together, you and I will drown the world in blood."
Asmodius' laughter echoed within her mind.
"Yes. You are my master. You are my vengeance."
[Bond Established: Demon Princess Lilith]
[Skill Unlocked: Blood Feast]
[Title Obtained: Spear of Calamity]
Lilith raised the spear high. Her crimson eyes blazed like flames of obsession.
"Listen well, world! From this night forward, Lilith and Asmodius will carve our love into your flesh. Humanity will burn. Their screams will be our music. Their blood will be our bed!"
The corpses around her began to stir. Survivors, broken men, crawled on trembling limbs. "M-Monster… stay away—"
Before the words finished, Lilith thrust the spear through the soldier's chest. Blood gushed, splattering across her pale skin. She shivered, moaning softly as the spear drank the man's life.
[Skill Activated: Blood Feast]
[Blood Absorbed – Energy Restored]
Asmodius felt it. The rush of vitality, the essence of a soul devoured. Ecstasy. Power.
Lilith licked the blood from her fingers and giggled, her crimson eyes locked onto the spear.
"Delicious,More. Give me more. We'll kill them all, won't we? Until not a single human is left alive."
And as the cursed spear pulsed in her hands, Asmodius whispered back with the voice of damnation:
"Yes,let us begin."