Chapter 5: Zenith Arc

Ryla woke up long before her father. As she blinked groggily, she was met with his muscular, naked upper body. She blushed and created some distance between herself and him, falling off the bed as she did.

"Ow..." Rubbing her head, Ryla looked at the peacefully sleeping shadow demon. "I can't believe I was so clingy... and he went along with it! Awh, I love you pops."

She pecked his forehead with a smile, then changed into her usual clothes. She looked at her summoner's robe with uncertainty. She could wear it and her cold demeanor and act like nothing happened, or reveal herself to the Order of Heroes and show them her true self. Then she recalled her father's words from the night before. 

"You can't reveal yourself as my daughter, you'll be hunted down as a Child of Taboo."

"He's right, I'm a mere human. What am I to the demons of the Abyss?" She murmured sadly. Even if she became the strongest human mage or warrior alive, she'd still fall short of a high-rank demon. "Maybe daddy's right. I'll need a demonic body to traverse the Abyss anyway, right? I should look into such arts in my studies later. I'm hungry."

As she was about to leave, she glanced at her unconscious father. She could leave him there to rest, but if someone else saw... no, she couldn't take that risk. 

"Daddy! Wake up!" Ryla poked his cheek. No sign of change, his chest still rose and fell rhythmically. She huffed in exasperation, and shook his shoulder. "Daddy! WAKE UP!!"

Still nothing. Akros remained asleep no matter what she did. She tried pinching, biting, kicking, slapping, even jumping on him as she got more frustrated.

"Hah... hah..." She panted, then growled furiously. "What the fuck?! How does he do it?!"

At her wit's end, she tried to drag him out of bed. He was heavy, but not immovable. Once Ryla put on her robe and covered her face with the hood, she began to drag Akros down the hallway. She had slept in, so everyone else was already at the canteen eating breakfast or going about their business. Ryla wanted to summon a few more heroes today, so she wanted to get going. 

Unfortunately for her, Akros was still out cold. He hadn't slept in months, so once he was asleep he wasn't going to wake for a long time. She pulled him by his hands, using his tail's armor to help slide him across the floor. His tail didn't protrude out of his back much before pointing down, so he was still mostly flat on the floor. 

Eventually, after a herculean effort and raw determination Ryla made it to the canteen doors. She kicked them open, startling the heroes inside. When they looked at her questioningly, she gestured to the unconscious demon behind her. 

"Can someone help me wake this moron up?!" Ryla shouted. She took a second to catch her breath and once she looked up she saw Hector in front of her. "Hector, hit him with something. He's not reacting to anything I do, including dragging him here."

"Uh, sure," Hector said, a little confused as to why the summoner personally dragged the demon to the canteen. How did she get into his room? But he wasn't going to ask. Lyn had scolded him several times about his manners, so he learned. 

Hector delivered a heavy punch to Akros' chest, only to hurt his hand. "Ow! His pecs are made of steel or something!"

"Oh... is his body so durable that we can't hurt him? Is that why he won't wake?" Ryla muttered in disbelief. She looked at Hector with a new idea. "Can you help me drop him off a balcony? If he doesn't wake after that I'm out of ideas."

"Normally I'd say no to such a preposterous idea, but..." Hector looked at the snoozing demon with astonishment. "He'll be fine, won't he?"

"Yeah."

After heaving Akros over a balcony, Ryla went to eat breakfast with Sharena, who had been waiting for her patiently. Ryla seemed a little nicer as Sharena found, but still on guard. The princess wanted to be friends with all of the summoned heroes including the summoner, so she didn't let the facade stop her.

The two young women went to the summoning grounds with Alfonse, who had the pleasure of carrying Ryla's summoning orbs. 

"So Kiran, why were you hauling Akros around?" Alfonse asked with a raised eyebrow. "Did you find him asleep outside his bedroom or something?"

"Oh, that, um. I found him passed out in the library actually. Judging by which books he had out, he was trying to learn about this world. I went to library earlier to put away my books from last night and he was there. I tried to wake him up and failed, so I figured..."

"One of the heroes could, huh?" Sharena giggled. "Even though he slept through a 50 foot fall?"

"On his face, no less," Ryla sighed as if she was irritated, but she was proud of her father for being so durable. "Demons are just different."

"No kidding," Alfonse said with a tone full of angst. "Didn't you feel the magic power radiated off of him yesterday? I've never felt anything like it!"

"Yeah, Marth was telling me it was similar to the aura of Medeus, the Dark Dragon. Demons are naturally evil beings so it makes sense."

"I know a bit about Abyss demons," Ryla nodded in agreement, adding some of her own knowledge. "As they become stronger, so does their soul. This rule applies to all living things. Strength the body, strengthen the soul and vice versa. Anyway, when a demon's soul becomes strong enough, it becomes an 'evil soul', the opposite of an angel's 'holy soul'. Forget Akros' dark affinity, all demons radiate that evil. Some are just better at hiding it. Akros isn't quite there yet it seems."

"Wow, you know a lot about demons!" Sharena complimented with a look of wonder. Alfonse nodded, trusting Ryla who was inwardly sweating bullets. "So Akros is on our side, but he isn't a 'good guy'?"

"I... yeah, that's the best way of saying it," Ryla agreed, not wanting to point out that Akros was on her side, and probably didn't care too much about Askr or the heroes. She wasn't quite right on this, as Akros wanted to grow here in this world, so he did want to protect Askr. Once he deemed this world no longer valuable, he'd destroy it and leave. He'd make sure to send the heroes back to their worlds first, or at least the ones he cared about. 

"Well, he'll prove instrumental in weakening the Emblian forces. I assume Anna's mission for him was a demolition assignment, targeting one of their forts?" Alfonse said, tapping a finger to his chin. 

"Yeah, he should like that. The more we let him go to town the more willing he'll be to fight in general," Ryla glanced at the prince under her hood. "Just make sure Anna doesn't give him too many demolition jobs. Otherwise he'll forget to restrain himself, and he likely has the capability to destroy Embla by himself."

"Does he really?!" The royal siblings cried in surprise. Ryla nodded, telling the truth based on her knowledge.

"I mean using magic. His shadowfire magic is a power beyond our comprehension. It literally burns your soul away, so it negates magic resistance."

"That's..." Alfonse gulped with a timid expression.

"...terrifying," Sharena finished his sentence, looking just as pale.

"Oh, it gets worse. Human magic, in terms of firepower, is a joke before demonic magic. The main edge we have on them is that we use magic for utility and healing, while demonic magic mainly just offensive. Demons usually don't learn or lack the capability to wield healing magic. To defend they just counter with their own attack. It's just, simple, you know?"

"I see, thanks for the info Kiran," Alfonse smiled gratefully. He may not like Akros, but he was starting to appreciate Ryla more for taming the demon. "It's good to have you on our side."

"Of course, now..." They had reached the summoning grounds. Alfonse set down the crate of orbs he was carrying, and looked at Ryla with worry.

"Are you sure you can summon so many consecutively? It costs mana and you don't have that much," His words were meant with good intention, but they only made her angry. Akros' appearance only made her realize how weak she was, and how strong she could be. She inherited her father's spite, and in that burning emotion she would prove herself useful by summoning more heroes.

Meanwhile, with Akros.

"How is this lug still asleep? It's past noon!" Anna heaved a sigh as she sat on his back. Alm and Roy stood nearby with practice swords, sparring. In their breaks they would observe how much effort Anna put into her attempts to wake him, only for Akros to remain unconscious. 

Only after another two hours of her hitting him with various objects did he finally open his eyes. With a yawn he sat up which caused Anna to fall off his chest. She yelped as she hit the dirt.

"Ow! Finally! Took you long enough!" She barked, glaring at him with teary eyes as she held her head. Akros held in laughter at her face.

"Pffft."

"Wha- don't laugh! It's not funny! We had to drop you off a balcony to wake you up!"

"You what?" He realized he wasn't in bed anymore, he was sitting on dirt! No longer in Ryla's bedroom, but in the training field where he and Lyn trained together. She helped him with technique and his Haki proficiency, he helped her deal with stronger opponents.

Standing up, Akros looked around to see the sun already past its peak. "Past noon? I must've been tired. Good afternoon, Roy and Alm."

"Ah, good afternoon, Akros, was it?" The red-haired teen smiled politely. He had been wanting to speak with the demon, so he was happy to see him awake. 

"Good afternoon," Alm said, not as friendly as Roy but not as hostile as the twins. "Sleep well?"

"I'd say so. Maybe I'd sleep better if this one left me alone," Akros gave Anna a miffed look, who merely stuck out her tongue in retaliation. "Is the demo mission so important?"

"Yes, it really is," The redhead sighed, curling a lock of her hair with a finger as she spoke. "We aren't ready to face the Emblians head on yet, so having you slow the progress of their invasion would buy us precious time. The longer you wait, the more land and favor we lose. If we impress the king we'll have more resources as well. Right now all we have is the queen's favor."

"Oh? So Askr's king is against the Order of Heroes?" Alm traded a knowing look with Roy. "That really doesn't mean much in the end."

"Agreed. I didn't have the favor of anyone besides my ill father when I slew Zephiel and his dragon army. As long as we have each other, we can do it!"

"That sounds like something Marth would say..." Alm chuckled, soon followed by Roy. The two young men hit it off when they were summoned on the same day. They had quite a lot in common even though their worlds were vastly different.

"Well, we'll let you two get back to it. Arkos, follow me for a briefing," Anna headed inside. Akros wasn't far behind her, noticing the slight sway of her hips. He began to sweat.

Lyra? Please tell me she's not-

"Oh, she is. It's a minor touch, but it's there. She's one of those ah, desperate virgins, I think the term was?"

Oh fuck.

"You probably will."

LYRA!!!

"I can't wait to watch..." She laughed evilly to his despair. He didn't hate sex, but he also wasn't a manwhore. Having sex with a fourth woman in less than a year, he thought. In spite of his fate to become a harem protagonist, Akros decided he would push away these thirsty women in the future.

Charm, as Lyra explained to him a while back, didn't make a woman lustful. Rather, it multiplied the latent desire they had to the extreme. Curious angels could fall victim to this, and had a chance of falling to his dark attribute. When he became a shadow demon, his semen turned black as he saw with Ulvone. If he ejaculated inside the only possible hole of an angel, their mouth, then they would fall and become a fallen angel, but Lyra warned they may not be the type of fallen angel he knew. 

On top of that, the amount of semen required to make an angel fall was immense according to Lyra. He'd have to drain himself dry to make a four-winged angel fall.

Anna led him into an empty lounge not too far inside, likely a place to rest after training for hours. There were sofas accompanied by coffee tables, as well as a liquor cabinet. As soon as Akros was entirely inside, Anna raced behind him and locked the door. He raised an eyebrow as she dropped the key down her shirt. She giggled, then sat on one of the sofas and kicked her legs up. He sat down across from her, unamused.

"So, what is your plan here? I can warp myself out of here at will, or break the doors down," Akros narrowed his eyes at her and crossed his arms. He would be as stingy as possible with her, as he wanted to go kill people rather than bang. She merely shook her head with a mischievous grin.

"Break any wall or door and alarms will ring through the whole building. The stone is laced with magic to prevent any intruders from coming in. So you're stuck in here with me..."

Akros grimaced. "Don't make me do this. I'm not in the mood."

"Well, I normally wouldn't be either. Something you did is turning me on, so you're paying me back," Anna sashayed over to him, taking off her armor as she did. "With interest."

She sat on his lap, licking her lips. She noticed his hesitation, thinking he was worried about the size difference. "Don't worry, I'm flexible. I won't break as easily as most women."

With a growl, he grabbed her with his tail and held her out of arm's reach. "Cease this at once, woman! No means no."

"Booooring. You could at least finger me so I can cum. Then I'll feel better," Anna didn't resist him, only getting hornier. She pushed her chest and ass out so her flesh pressed against his fingers, making him blush slightly.

"Sex is an exchange, not a steal. You can orgasm after I bust one," He spat, starting to get hard against his will. "Unfortunately for you, I won't fit."

"Worst case scenario, I can drink a potion of flexibility, which'll allow me to stretch to fit you. I've been saving it for when a hung guy fucks me silly, hehe."

"You're crazy."

"And you're crazy hard."

"You know what? Give me the mission details. Then I'll fuck you silly. Deal?"

"Ugh, fine," Anna pouted, then fished out a gold disc from her pant pocket. "This is a magic compass. I've set its coordinates to a Emblian fort that is vital to their invasive forces. Destroy it completely, preferably without being seen. I can teleport you closer, only if you render me unable to walk."

"Then how will you show me? Stupid woman."

"Rude. Fine, use my mouth."

"Drink the damn potion first. I'm not gonna hold back on you, bitch."

Anna did as told, and as soon as she swallowed the last of the liquid she found a 14 inch onyx black cock in front of her face. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Okay, good thing I dra- hllcck!"

Akros grabbed fistfuls of her braids and yanked her head onto his member, getting her a third of the way down. She fought back at first, the stretching of her jaw and throat being painful. As he slid her head up and down she calmed down as her mouth and throat went numb thanks to the potion. But just as she got comfortable, he took her by the back of the head and thrusted with all of his might, hilting his entire shaft down her esophagus. 

She gagged and coughed, but Akros didn't care. He thrust with relentless force, nearly breaking her jaw. Tears streamed from her eyes and she drooled on her chest. When he finally let her off, she coughed and hacked for half minute before looking back up at him with watery eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. You wanted this," He snarled, pushing her head between his legs. "While you take a breather, suck on my balls. Not too hard, or I'll choke you."

Anna was obedient. She eagerly slopped on his balls, coating them in saliva. He hummed contently, taking pleasure in her work and his acting.

I can't believe I didn't think of this before. If I don't want to fuck, I just gotta slay the thot trying to bed me. Either with words, blade, or dick. A rough skullfuck is a good compromise. Pleasure with a lesson behind it. Right, Lyra?

"Urgh, this whore is making me sick. She was lustful even before you charmed her, which is why the slightest touch set her off," She spat, sounding disgusted. "She probably got a big head ever since being promoted to general. If she continues to bother you, humiliate her publicly or something. Make her regret cornering you like this."

Aye, Ly-Ly.

"D-don't call me that! I don't need a pet name," Lyra murmured with embarrassment. "Just hurry up and finish this slut."

Yeah. 

Akros went back to work excavating Anna's oral cavity, making sure to let her breathe every now and then. He came once, twice, and after the third time he let her go. Covered head to toe with black semen, Anna collapsed while she tried to catch her breath.

"That- ugh, ack! Was amazing," She sputtered between gags. To his surprise she kept down almost all the semen she swallowed, only letting a little leak from her nose. "We should- hah! Do that again sometime."

"Not a chance, wretch. I'll ask someone else to help me with the teleportation. You can clean this place up," Akros spat, putting his clothes back on. Any semen that was on his body was absorbed into the fabric, then evaporated into black smoke. His pants and boxers felt almost hot as this happened which made him more comfortable, as it reminded him of the Abyss' comforting heat.

In his moment of mental clarity, he melted into the nearest shadow and swam out of the room. Inside the shadow realm he could pass through objects as he liked. It was a separate plane of existence. It was no wonder that it cost him a fair bit of magic energy to use Shadow Step. 

He smoothly exited the shadow realm, appearing just outside of the room Anna was still in. He held the compass in his hand, seeing which direction he had to go.

"Almost directly west. Easy enough," He left the building, heading in the direction of the training grounds that he came from not too long ago. He was surprised to see that Alm and Roy were gone, replaced with Lyn and Eirika. The two beauties were sparring once more, but they must've just started. Akros didn't see them sweating or panting. 

As he walked out of the main building, they stopped to see who was coming. They were surprised to see Akros with a displeased expression. So far they had only see the demon smiling or making a poker face.

"What's wrong? You don't look happy," Lyn asked. Akros nodded with a sigh.

"I got my briefing and a compass to direct me. The only issue is that I have either walk there or fly. If I fly I'll exhaust my mana, which I don't want to do," He griped, flicking his tail in irritation. "There has to be some method of getting closer, right? You heroes can't be walking miles to take out bandits."

"There's a teleportation array just over there," Eirika jerked a thumb over her shoulder. "Pour some magic energy into it, and say which base you want to go to. It'll teleport you there."

"I see, how convenient. Anna didn't mention anything about bases or the sort, but the compass tells me I need to go west. Any idea of a suitable base in that direction?" Akros said politely. He wanted to be on good terms with Eirika and her brother as they possessed anti-demon weapons. They were likely the only two in the Order of Heroes that could fell him possibly for good. He didn't know if the sacred twin weapons of Renais damaged the soul or not, but he wasn't going to find out.

"There's one. Farult. And the one we're currently at is Arska. Speak the name as you express your magic energy," The princess stated without compassion. She looked back at Lyn. "Now, shall we resume?"

"You're being a bit rude, you know..." Lyn sighed, and gave Akros a worried glance. He merely shook his head.

"It's fine. You have my gratitude for the information, Princess Eirika. Lyn, I'll see you later?" He strode over to the array, which he could now see with Haki. A giant glowing blue magic circle on the ground, approximately 40 meters in diameter. It was in the largest part of the practice area by the storage house, which made him wonder: how did he miss this before? 

"Sure. Be safe!" Lyn called out to him, then got back in her stance. She and Eirika resumed their training, although Lyn was less content with it than before. Eirika was almost as fast as her, and just as strong. More over, they were equals. Lyn had enjoyed the challenge that was Akros, a being with fourfold of her speed and power. She made a mental note to try and spar with him more often, for the sake of her growth. Eirika wasn't a bad sparring partner, but she didn't push Lyn to her limits like the demon could.

Akros sensed that the array would take a while to start up, so he sat down in the center and watched the two spar as he charged it with his magic power. He took in every detail of how they fought, the jiggle of Lyn's breasts nor Eirika's thighs and buttocks were able to distract him. He just unloaded, how could such things effect him in this sage state?

Lyn, after years of swordsmanship had a smooth fighting style. Her quick, fluid movements never failed to impress her opponents and allies alike. She wove her blade through the air, almost dancing.

Eirika had been trained by knights, so her style was sharp and articulated. She was by no means slow or clumsy, but performed a specific action against each attack. She was flawless in her execution, only leaving one flaw. Predictability. She was learning from Lyn how to improvise so her opponent couldn't guess her next move. One misstep meant death, as the princess knew well. 

Even though they could be resurrected by Ryla, dying was a fearful thought. According to Hector, the only one who had died so far, it was like losing a part of your memory. He forgot what happened during the battle, his prior memories leading up to it and ending. Out of fright and determination, all the heroes trained relentlessly so they wouldn't have to lose any precious memories.

Once Akros disappeared with a flash of blue light did the two women halt. They sat down with heaving chests, totally out of breath. Lyn felt better after a good workout, and Eirika slowly began to feel that way after repeated sparring sessions.

"Whew. How about we sit down for a bit and drink some water?" Lyn proposed. Eirika nodded silently. 

When they sat down with their ceramic canteens of water, Eirika finally addressed the elephant in the room. Or, between them that is.

"Why are you so friendly to that demon?" She asked after a sip of cold water. Lyn gave her a confused look.

"Why aren't you? He hasn't done anything bad to us. He's literally going to destroy an army encampment by himself. Isn't that enough to respect him a little?"

Eirika looked down, feeling a little shameful. "You're right. I shouldn't be so ungrateful, but I can't help myself. Ever since Fomortiis took Lyon from me, I..."

"Don't mix the two. What's done is done, and Akros is different. I mean, what kind of evil scheming demon lets humans boss him around and push him off balconies?"

Eirika wanted to say an evil scheming demon, but she knew Lyn had a point. Demons were beings of pride, that much she knew from Fomortiis. They would stoop low, but not so low as to sacrifice their ego. Akros seemed to be uncaring of such things, and didn't mind exchanging pleasantries with a lower race. In other words, he was much different from the demon of her nightmares.

"I suppose you've got a point. I won't apologize though. I still don't trust him."

"Why would you apologize?" Lyn raised an eyebrow. "You didn't do anything to him, besides be a little rude. It's fine if you don't trust him, anyway. Trust's not built easily. Me and him sparred last night, and he could've easily taken my life, he didn't. So I have faith in his ability and trust him to be on our side. Besides, he puts me to shame in terms of speed, so he shouldn't have a hard time wrecking an army of grunts."

"True. Then again, we don't know the exact strength of the average Emblian soldier. Probably the same as the average Askrian soldier, which isn't too bad," Eirika thought out loud, crossing her legs. "Anyways, enough about him. I'm not one for gossip."

"How about another minute of this and we get back at it?" Lyn said with a smile. Eirika returned it, her qualms starting to fade away.

"Sure thing!"

Akros opened his eyes, finding himself in a dark room. He reclosed his eyes and used Haki to scan his surroundings and sensed that he was in a large fort. It was before noon, so Askrian guards were crawling in the place. Akros snuck from shadow to shadow, until he got about 30 meters away from the fort. He sat behind a large tree, feeling his mana almost completely spent.

"Damn it. I really need a magic regeneration item. Well, Lyra? Should I recover my magic energy or just use my strength to do the job?" Akros smiled with malice. He took out Hellreaver from his inventory, studying the large sword. The handle would get too big for him to grip it soon. He put it back in his inventory, then opened up the Modify tab. "Lyra, is it possible to limit Hellreaver's growth?"

"In a couple different ways, yes. One, you stop killing with it, but that defeats the purpose. Two, you replace the growth active with something else. You can rearrange the skill of the sword to anything of the same power for free. Forgive me, I should've told you sooner," Lyra sighed, miffed at herself for forgetting such an important ability of Modify. "The same applies to most items with effects, besides those with seals."

"Wow. Well, that's good. I feel like this system is getting more and more powerful as you explain it to me," Akros scratched his chin thoughtfully. "It's different from the one Roy had, so lucky me?"

"I don't have an explanation to that," She added. "Your system's power is limited by your imagination when it comes to unique powers and items. I'm honestly excited for what you have in store."

"Oh, for your body? I haven't thought of what it'd look like. Until I have a massive amount of souls, I'm not gonna try anything. I want it to be sublime."

"R-really? You don't have to..." Lyra murmured bashfully. He chuckled mirthfully.

"Of course I have to. I may be creative, but I'm not a genius. You're like my sweet secretary who I can fall back on when I lose my rationality. I want you, and maybe Ryla to be able to seal me if I go insane. I can't bear the thought of harming you or her."

"Orrrrrr you obtain a resistance to mental attacks or damage?"

"Or that. I should probably do that as soon as I can. We'll see how many souls I get from this Emblian fort. Now, let's see what I can do with Hellreaver. I don't need it sucking too many more souls from me. It's already so heavy."

Oops, didn't realize I was speaking out loud. Hopefully the guards didn't hear, but I should be fine.

"Dummy."

You coulda said something.

"Dense."

Whatever with you, let's just see here...

Hellreaver, Blade of Gluttony

+437 ATK

Devour: By consuming the bodies and souls of those it fells, this sword increases its size, mass, durability, and frequency of which it vibrates. In addition, the sword will feast upon corpses not slain by its blade as well, receiving a much smaller increase to its stats.

High Frequency Blade: By vibrating constantly at a high frequency, the blade has extreme cutting capabilities. In addition, higher frequencies gained with "Devour" will increase the sword's damage boost.

Both Devour and HFB, huh? They're linked, so I need to change em both. I kinda like HFB, though. Makes it harder to wield, but the damage increase is massive. After all, it cleaves through everything I've fought so far. ...What about changing Devour to "Magic Conductor"? It'd be a passive that amplifies any magic cast on the sword, like coating it in shadowflame or shadow. 

"To make it an equivalent exchange, it'd be multiplying the power the magic cast on it by 1500%."

Not bad. Or, what if I change Devour so that it doesn't consume souls and nearby bodies, then add a property for a weaker Magic Conductor?

"Magic Conductor's amplification would be at 200%. The growth of Hellreaver would greatly reduce. It'd take a thousand dead men to make a noticeable change."

I like that. Please make it happen, Lyra!

"M'kay."

Hellreaver, Blade of Gluttony

+437 ATK

Devour: By consuming the bodies of those it fells, this sword increases its size, mass, durability, and frequency of which it vibrates.

High Frequency Blade: By vibrating constantly at a high frequency, the blade has extreme cutting capabilities. In addition, higher frequencies gained with "Devour" will increase the sword's damage boost.

Magic Conductor: Amplifies magic cast on itself by 200%.

I love you Lyra! Oh this is awesome! I thought I'd have to abandon my dear Hellreaver one day!

"You're welcome, silly boy..." 

Akros took Hellreaver out, hugging it childishly. Lyra giggled to herself. She preferred this side of him. The giddy, loving, passionate side of her host. He only wore that face when alone, or with Ryla. Lyra was jealous of the girl, wanting to be held and doted on the way she had been. For once, she was glad Akros couldn't hear her.

Once he was over his glee, Akros hefted Hellreaver onto his shoulder and strode in the direction the compass pointed. He marched for hours, taking it easy while not getting distracted. He made plans for future creations as his body went into autopilot. He subconsciously walked while his mind focused on ideas.

I gave up on the katana idea. I'll make another long sword, or maybe a Zweihander. The amount of etherium I have will create a pretty large sword. If I make a sleek weapon like a katana, it'd have to be 25 feet long or something. I would normally spare some for another item, but there's no need. I can create more with souls now that I know it exists. On top of that, a cultural weapon like a katana isn't very demonic. I'd be questioned for having it. I'm lucky to not have encountered any demons outside the Abyss so far, but it won't always be that way. Back on track. So if I make a etherium Zweihander, it'll be about 15 feet long still. But I recall Nightfall being decently light for its size. I'm growing ever stronger with Undying Spite and Zenkai Boost. Even a weapon of that size should be easy enough to wield. Hellreaver is too heavy for a fast-paced fight. Its weight is good for increasing my strength, though. Maybe I should starting injuring myself to maximize gains with my passive skills? Not like I'll suffer permanent damage. Lyra, if I cut off my arm right now, I'll get an increase to my stats and heal it back, right?

"Yeah. How did you not think of such a simple thing sooner?" Lyra teased. "You've had Ultraspeed Regeneration for a long time now."

Can it. I've had my mind on other things. I'm also not a masochist, especially due to my pain tolerance. No pleasure in seeing my own blood, but it's worth.

"...an interesting thing, masochism. Words cannot express how grateful I am to have a host like you, without any degrading fetishes."

Well, some people view oral sex, which you know I crave, as degrading. In my world, it became normal as humans modernized. Vanilla sex became a thing of old, and everyone wanted to eat ass, suck dick, and generally try new positions. Traditions in that world were few and far between. Can't say I hated it, but I didn't love it either. Some things shouldn't have changed.

"Like what, Amin?" Lyra asked, full of curiosity. She knew of his world from his memories, but didn't experience it like he did. She valued anything he said about his former life, as he didn't speak much of it.

I... no, let's move on. I'll get angry thinking about it. 

"...okay," She couldn't hide the disappointment in her voice, making Akros nervous.

It's complicated, you know? I, uh, don't think you should wrap your head around such frivolous subjects. Waste of your mental strength.

"I appreciate the thought, but do tell me one thing."

Yes?

"Have you noticed that structure in the distance?"

What- oh, that one. 

"Yes, that one. I assume you won't attack immediately."

Yeah, gimme a minute, or an hour. Let's see how much I can buff myself.

Akros saw a massive army encampment, with what he guessed to be Emblain flags. They weren't the same as the Askrians ones at least. Upon confirming this, he climbed a nearby tree that was large enough to hold his weight and conceal him in its leaves. 

He severed his left arm with his tail, gritting his teeth at the pain. He caught his arm as it fell, and burned it while a new limb regrew from his shoulder. He couldn't leave any evidence of him being here, so any limbs he cut or tore off were incinerated with shadowflame. 

He repeated the process for an hour, until he noticed his regeneration speed starting to slow. The sun began to fall along with Akros' jaw as he viewed his stats.

Strength: 395

Speed: 463

Magic Energy: 1,403

Stamina: 240

Vitality: 572

No increase to speed, but that makes sense. Speed is increased via combat. By taking damage and healing it, I increase strength, stamina, and vitality. Mainly strength it seems, and it nearly doubled. However, the other increases were low, and I spent an hour cutting off my arms and legs. My regeneration speed has taken a nosedive now that I'm tired again. Shit, I can't sleep here. Maybe I should create a hole in the ground, and pull a Minecraft Day 1? No, my saiyan cells are burning for battle. They got aroused by my training with Lyn, but I suppose it wasn't enough. Fuck all, let's just kill these humans. I doubt they can kill me anyway.

With his mind set, Akros descended from the large tree with Hellreaver in his hands. He was tired from his experiments and only at half tank in terms of magic power. Yet, he grinned with excitement.

As the encampment got closer, he used Haki to observe his surroundings. There were soldiers clad in armor all over, seeming to be in the process of gearing up. They sounded alarmed, making Akros realize that they noticed him. He continued to lumber towards the Emblian soldiers while dragging Hellreaver behind him. The blade's weight and passive skill High Frequency Blade caused it to cut into the ground as he moved. 

"Everyone, to your arms! We have a monster incoming!" Akros heard one particularly loud cry. He stopped moving once he was about 10 meters from the encampment, facing a line of heavily armored knights. Behind them were soldiers with less armor, wielding weapons. Likely mercenaries, he thought.

In the back line archers and mages created two platoons, nocking arrows and chanting in preparation. A few dozen pegasi knights hovered above the mercanies with sleek but long weapons. A knight with detailed armor, a general, stepped forward. He slammed the butt of his spear into the earth, silencing the soldiers behind him. 

"Who are you? State your purpose, or die!" The general's voice boomed, reeking of authority and calm fury. Akros narrowed his eyes, then outstretched his wings. The purple blades gleamed dangerously. He planted Hellreaver into the ground beside him, noticing how it sunk another foot after he let go. He made a mental note to be careful where he dropped it in the future.

"You need not know my name. All you will know is the tranquil bliss of death!" Akros shouted while charging his favorite destructive ability. It coated his left arm in a translucent crimson aura that crackled with instability. The general barked an order to his knights, who quickly set their shields in a wall formation. The pegasi riders retreated higher into the sky to let the archers and mages attack, sending arrows and a wave of varying elemental magic flying towards Akros. He stepped forward with his right leg, then delivered his most dramatic call out: "Shatter, Abyssal Tremor!"

Most of the arrows bounced off his skin or missed, and the spells were dissolved as he threw a left haymaker that crashed into the air in front of him, cracking it. The earth beneath him and the Emblians began to shake. Jagged fissures appeared in the ground forward from Akros, sending the humans into panic.

"Wha- what is this?!"

"The ground is breaking apart!"

"Aaaaaaaaggh!!"

As the ground crumbled, magma began to spew from the fissures. The once military encampment became a hot lava lake. All of the groundborne units were either crushed by the falling debris or boiled in the molten rock. The general fell into a chasm screaming curses, followed by gargling cries of agony.

Akros himself stood upon a lone pillar of rock and hard packed dirt. He watched placidly as souls floated up from the lava lake. He looked up to the pegasi knights, gripping Hellreaver tightly as shadowflame surrounded his body forming two demon wings of flame. He broke the sound barrier as he seemed to warp behind one pegasi knight. She only had time to look at him in shock before Hellreaver cleaved through her and her mount's bodies.

The other pegasi knights shouted in alarm and anger while charging him. He merely laughed madly and kicked the corpses out of the sky. He had already grabbed their souls, and had a maniacal grin. 

"Guahahahahaha! No mortal is a match for the great Akros!" 

With abrupt, reckless swings he cut down the pegasi knights with relative ease. They threw themselves at him either screaming in anger or fear. It seemed that they already knew escape was impossible, as Akros' speed defied all reason. To them, he teleported between them. Their only hope was that his delayed attacks were obviously due to fatigue. 

He was covered in sweat by this point as Dark Ascension was draining his magic energy quickly. Hellreaver was too heavy for prolonged battles as well, so he needed to kill them quickly. However, his movement only wore him out faster. When there was only 2 pegasi knights left, he was forced to descend because of his fading flame. The fiery wings of magic evaporated leaving him to fall to ground. 

Fortunately, he was outside of the lava crater. He knew he wouldn't have long as soon as he used the ability, so when he felt the power fade he threw himself away from the bubbling lava. He crashed on his feet once he landed, glaring at the pegasi knights who were hovering. They weren't sure whether to try and finish him off, or to retreat. The less brave of the two fled, and the remaining steeled herself and had her steed dive towards the panting demon. 

"Rrrgh! They're gonna know of my existence now! Shit!" Akros tried to run after the fleeing pegasi knight, but found himself stumbling weakly. He dropped to one knee, then pointed a finger at her. "Shadow Bullet!"

A sliver of dark energy condensed into a small cylinder with a sharp, pointed end. It then when flying at the rider of the pegasus, and to his relief her head exploded. He shot one more to kill the pegasus, tearing its neck wide open. He laughed tiredly, forgetting about the other pegasus knight.

"For my fallen allies! For the princess!" The knight cried in a hoarse but hope-filled voice. Akros' eyes widened as she thrust her spear into his neck. She tore the head of the spear out with a guttural cry, ripping his head off with a fountain of blood. His body slowly crumbled to the ground, and Hellreaver crashed into the dirt beside him. She was shocked to see that the sword evidently weighed more than the demon did and that his body stopped bleeding after a couple of seconds.

"D-did I really do it? Is it truly dead?" The knight said warily. She poked his body with her spear a couple of times, only for it to lay still. She sighed, relieved. "Thank the gods. What a hell of a report I have to make."

She steered her steed away, but it whinnied fearfully. It reared its front half, almost throwing her off. "Easy boy! What's wrong?!"

The pegasus cried again, pointing its muzzle at the demon's twitching body. Slowly his neck regrew, and his head soon after. She gazed on, horrified as muscles and bone reattached themselves to tendons. Akros pushed himself off the ground and unsteadily entered a his usual boxer-like stance. He spat blood on the ground as he felt his vocal cords were ready to use again.

"Hmph. A mere human slaying me, a shadow demon! How laughable," He grumbled, then took on a more optimistic expression. "This pain will only make me stronger. I will not fall to the same trick twice, wretch! Come! See if you can cut vengeance from me."

"Nnrrrgghaaa!" Confused, scared, and angry the pegasus knight charged him on her steed once more with a flying start. As the noble animal swooped down and her spear grew closer to its destination, Akros grinned maliciously. Suddenly the skin on his upper body turned silver with a metallic shine. The spear of the knight broke on his hardened skin, shattering into fragments. He glanced at the metal with curiosity as the knight came to a halt behind him. 

"Impossible...!" The knight's voice quivered. She looked at him with wide eyes. "How could enchanted steel break so easily?"

"Enchanted steel? So that's how you were able to kill me. What a shame. Killing me isn't enough to keep me dead, I'm afraid," Akros barked a harsh laugh as he picked Hellreaver back up. "Well? Any last words?"

"P-please, spare my pegasu-"

"No."

Hellreaver's crimson blade pierced through the winged horse's head, killing it instantly. It's body was sucked into the red metal, leaving only its soul and the knight who fell to the ground with a painful grunt. Akros pocketed the soul, then grabbed the knight by her thin neck. She gasped for air, hitting his arm weakly. He chuckled at her useless attempts to escape.

"Tell me, girl, what do you know of your princess' plans?"

The female knight spat at his face, but missed. Even without Haki he could see a projectile coming at that speed. Still, he wasn't pleased.

"You want to play it tough? Fine," Akros snarled. He set her down and took off her helmet, revealing a teenage girl with pearl white hair and sky blue eyes. She would've been gorgeous if her facial features weren't contorted in anger. He cooed at the sight and licked his lips. "If you do not wish to talk, I shall make you beg for death instead!"

After taking her to a secluded area in the nearby forest, Akros began his work. He stripped her completely, leaving her naked and shaking with fear. Fear because of what she knew was coming, and that she was getting aroused by his aggressive hands. She didn't bother running or screaming, as either were pointless. Akros had slew all of her comrades and could move faster than her eyes could see. 

Said demon leered at the knight's body. Sleek yet toned, along with petite breasts and fairly wide hips. All in all, he found her quite attractive. However, he felt no sympathy for the girl. A human was a human, and he didn't even know this one. The heroes of the different worlds were the few humans he had any respect for, as some of them rivaled him in power. 

The knight endured hours of fingering, licking, sucking, and all sorts of perverse torture from him. He took his time wearing her out, using her as practice for his sexual techniques. He found out she had a sweet spot in her womanhood, one that he continuously hit with his tongue to make her orgasm violently. Even then, she didn't lose her mind to pleasure. Her brave face however, had crumbled. She was panting and drooling while glaring at him meekly. He silently praised her mental fortitude, before he got another idea.

Once it was morning, and the sun created shadows once more Akros took his plan for a spin. He grabbed the exhausted knight and sunk into a tree's shadow. He was pleasantly surprised to see her still with him, but seemingly frozen in time. Her expression, one of surprise was unmoving as well as her chest. He shrugged, then reappeared in the normal realm.

As soon as he did, the knight gasped, as if she had been suffocating. Akros took this as her being frozen similar to ice while in the shadow realm, meaning he couldn't keep others in there long. But that also meant it could be a fallback kill move. It didn't cost any extra magic energy to transport two people rather than just himself. 

"So, are you willing to speak now?" 

"..." The white-haired beauty had half a mind to tell him to screw himself, but gave into the desire to live. Slowly, she spoke in a shaky voice. "I... I am."

"Good. Then tell me, what does the princess of Embla plan to do about Askr's summoner?"

"I, er, don't know. All I know is that she ordered the invasion based on her summoned heroes' strength. She wants to continue her father's, the late king's ideals and take over Askr. If that involves killing the Askrian summoner, then she's likely planning to do that."

"I see. Now, where do you fall in all of this? Why was your encampment so far from your land?"

"I, we were given orders from the higher-ups to push forward. They said the cowardly Askrians wouldn't do anything about us yet because we weren't a major threat."

"No, you were not."

"..." The knight looked down sadly, remembering her lost comrades but also her inner motives. She had always had conflicted feelings about the royalty pursuing the domination of Askr. In her desperation to survive, she asked a bold question. "You're on Askr's side, right? Can I join you?"

"...huh?" Akros blinked. She cleared her throat with difficulty, then tried again.

"I want to put an end to this pointless war. I was never truly aligned with the Emblian forces in terms of duty, I just wanted to be with my pegasi knight friends. Now that you slew them, I only have this desire left. Please, let me fight alongside the Askrians against my home country. Embla, no, Princess Veronica is in the wrong and must be stopped, so I-!"

"Enough!" He boomed, causing her to flinch in fear. He got in her face, and stared her down with narrowed eyes. She gulped at the close view of his gleaming, purple eyes with red dots. "You wish to commit treason? Why should I believe such nonsense?"

"I have no real proof. If you kill me, I guess that's that. But if you spare me, I swear on my name that I will fight for you against the Emblians forces."

"Really? What even is your name?" He snorted, flicking his tail in disbelief. 

"Wevyn. Pronounced we-veen, but spelled W-E-V-Y-N."

Akros' eye twitched. "Amazing. Still not convinced."

"I can, um, be your loyal concubine?" Wevyn winced as she spoke, contradicting her words. However, Akros found this hilarious and began to laugh. She blushed indignantly, but retained her cool.

"That doesn't mean that much after I've explored every inch of your body, you know? You're lucky I have a thing for women with white hair," He chuckled with mirth. As he did, a brown cloak appeared in his hands, astonishing her.

"S-s-spatial magic?! Only a-angels can-"

"Demons can use it as well. Makes life easier. Now, wear this. I'm going to sneak you back to my home base. For security's sake, I cannot tell you anything. Just close your eyes and breathe. We'll be going under often now that my mana's recovered a bit."

"Wait, you're actually going to let me live?" Wevyn couldn't believe it, and was hesitant to trust his words. He frowned at her suspicion.

"Girl, I could've killed you yesterday, but I didn't. You've been useful to me and will service me in the future, no? I'll let you prove yourself worthy of life in bed and on the battlefield. I simply need to convince them to let you fight for us. Don't worry about it."

"I- okay. I'm ready to go," She sputtered in disbelief as she wrapped the cloak around her naked body. She knew better than to ask for her Emblian armor and clothes, as that would arouse suspicion. If she could pass as a concubine for a powerful demon... even if it was demoralizing and degrading, it was living. He didn't seem to lust for her anyway, only aiming to please her to get her to crack. He could've done horrendous things to her, but did not. She slowly began to trust his words, if a little bit. The fragment of hope inside her began to grow.

"Hold on tight," Akros picked her up with one arm, getting into a running stance. "Down we go!"

With a single cast of Shadow Step, he retraced his path from Farult, the fortress he teleport to from Arska. Once he returned to the earthen realm of existence with Wevyn, he collapsed. She yelped as he fell on top of her. 

"Hey! Are you okay?" She whisper-yelled. Akros slowly pushed himself off her, laying down beside her. He gave her a thumbs up.

"Exhausted my remaining magic power. I don't have enough to activate the array, so unless you can we're stuck for a bit," He closed his eyes and stretched his arms and legs. "I'm gonna rest to recover my mana. Keep watch."

"Wait wait wait! I can activate it!" Wevyn frantically whispered, not wanting to lose her only ally. She was neck-deep in Askrian territory now, and was anything but safe without Akros. "Master, just stay awake a bit longer!"

"Master?" He opened an eye and looked at her strangely. "You're either an actor, or desperate. I'm guessing the latter?"

"Yes, master. I'll be activating the array now," Wevyn bit back a harsh retort. She swallowed her pride and poured her magic energy into the array on the floor around them. "What's the name of-"

"Arska."

The array began to light up bright blue as it charged up silently. Fortunately the Askrian soldiers were either unaware of this room or instructed not to enter, because Akros didn't sense anyone nearby. 

After another few minutes of silence, they disappeared in a blinding flash of blue light. They reopened their eyes to see an early morning sky, with the sun still coming up. Akros realized that he was so far out west that the time was further ahead where he was. Apparently in this world the sun rose in the west.

He got to his feet, and picked Wevyn up. She whined in protest, but he silenced her with a stern look. He began to walk towards the doors that separated the practice field from the main building, when a voice stopped him in his tracks?

"Daddy? Who's that?" 

Oh, fuck.

"Daddy?" Wevyn asked in surprise and suspicion, raising an eyebrow at him. He cursed under his breath, then faced his daughter who was looking at the girl in his arms enviously. 

"Ryla, dear, this is a captive I found at the Emblian encampment I destroyed. She was being held and used as a sex toy, so I saved her from her suffering. Surely you can understand."

"Oh my god! Is she okay?!" Ryla was suddenly concerned, running over to the white-haired girl. Wevyn understood what Akros was trying to do, and put on a timid face. 

"I-I'm fine, there's no need to- cough, cough- worry about me," She said, acting weak. The cloak wrapped around her revealed her bare feet and hid her toned body, making the perfect disguise. "I just need some food, water, maybe a bath?"

"Of course! Daddy, can I or do you want to?" Ryla looked at her father with mixed feelings. She pretended to be caring, but was still jealous of Wevyn. She also didn't believe a word her father said, knowing him all too well. Akros saw through this, and sighed.

"Okay, you're not buying it so I'll tell you. She's not whatever I said, but an Emblian pegasus knight I spared because she gave me information. I had her strip because her garments would lead to suspicion. She wants to fight against her homeland, so I wanted to preserve her. She's a good fighter, she managed to decapitate me."

"She what?!" Ryla screeched, glaring at Wevyn hatefully. The former Emblian knight stood her ground and glared back.

"He killed all of my allies! What did you expect?"

"You bitch! How dare you-"

"Silence, both of you!" Akros' angry tone shut them up fast. His deep and rough voice meant his angry tone was amplified, sounding more demonic than his casual tone. "I'm fine, darling. In fact, she did me a favor. Not only did she help me confirm I can survive losing my head, but such injuries empower me. I hold no grudge, and neither shall you. End of story."

"But-"

"No buts! I will not tolerate such childish bickering from either of you. Wevyn, behave yourself around the Askrians and the summoned heroes. I am already doing you a grand favor. Don't waste my efforts."

"Understood, m-"

"My name is Akros. Don't call me that here."

"Understood, Akros."

"Now, Ryla. Explain to Anna and the royalty that I've brought Wevyn here as an ally. I expect her to be treated well as I've busted my ass getting her here safely. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, daddy," The brunette sulked, unable to bear her father's scorn. He sighed, then pat her head. She hummed contently as he gently ruffled her long hair.

"You've done well to aid me thus far. Thank you, daughter."

"It-it's nothing! I'll do anything for you, daddy!" Ryla blushed bashfully at his praise. Then her face deepened in color as she realized the reality of her words. "I-I mean, I'm happy to be of help!"

"Alright," Akros chuckled. "Later."

"Bye for now!"

As her father entered the main sector of Arska with Wevyn, Ryla clenched her fists and teeth in rage. 

"That whore! She's only alive because of her body! If she wasn't pretty, or didn't have white hair, daddy would've tossed her aside," She said venomously, then looked at her dark brown locks. "Maybe if I bleach my hair a lighter color, he'll like it. He always did like women with lighter hair colors. Maybe I'm going too far for his attention..."

She shook her head vigorously. "No, he's my daddy, and no one else's! I should have him to myself!"

With her resolve set, Ryla sought out the Askrian royal siblings. She could care less for that wench Wevyn, she only wanted to please her father so he was proud of her. She couldn't wait to introduce him to the powerful heroes she summoned!

Meanwhile, Akros bathed with Wevyn. Both of them were covered in blood and grime, so it was a much-needed endeavor. Once they washed each other off they soaked in the mixed hot spring. 

Wevyn couldn't deny that she liked his body. Crystalline extremities and a muscle-bound frame led to him being attractive to most women on sight, but Charm's seductive feature would only truly shine once both parties shared an intimate touch, or if one of them was already lustful. Wevyn was not charmed so easily as Anna because Anna was already lusting for Akros. 

The former pegasus knight had been sexually pleasured by him for hours, but didn't feel love or lust for him. Only fear and a tad bit of trust. Charm's effect was weaker against stronger wills, and Wevyn was not weak-minded. She courageous tolerated his assault on her body without breaking, even after coming to climax several times. 

Akros saw her as a fighter with potential. She was strong and agile, or at least on her steed. He'd retrain her to be a ground unit, or ask someone else to. He also thought her body a potential vessel for Lyra, who considered the thought.

"She does have a nice body, I'll say. Doesn't quite fit my tastes, though. I don't want to be limited by human flesh, if that's okay." 

Of course! I had no intention of barring your potential. I imagine you want the form of a fallen angel or something similar? They're powerful.

"It would take a lot, and I mean a lot of souls to create a fallen angel's body, much less a powerful one," Lyra warned. "I'm fine with a demonic body as well. As long as I can traverse the Abyss with you."

That's the idea, really. The issue is, a demon created outside of the Abyss may not be able to enter it. Unless I'm wrong.

"Technically, yes. However, you can birth a Child of Taboo or make a body and grant it a world-crossing property as you create it. I honestly think birthing a Child of Taboo would be the safest bet, but..."

We'd have to wait for it to be born and everything. No way.

"Figures."

It wasn't a bad idea, Lyra. But I can rack up plenty of souls before then. All it takes is one good war, and boom! Souls. I'm the only demon around, so all souls are mine to take. So long as they don't belong to heroes summoned by Ryla, as those get reused when she resurrects them I think.

"Anyways, what's your plans for this girl? Surely you won't keep her too?"

I probably won't, but if she proves worthy that may change. She's not a summoned hero so if she dies she's gone for good. I may give her a little boost to put her above the rest, just to see how far she can grow.

"A boost?"

Something that allows her to grow at an increased speed. I was thinking an earring that grants her body improved stamina and strength growth. For battle and for sex.

"Ugh, of course."

I know, I'm turning into a sex maniac.

"Not that. I'm not upset at you for partaking of the bodies around you," Her seething voice told him the opposite, but he pretended not to notice. "I'm upset that you still treat them all like items."

Lyra, that's something you'll have to get used to eventually. I am a demon, I think like one. If I take the time to relate and pity them all, I'll become complacent and be slain. In other words, it's not happening. The only human I care for is Ryla. 

"I... I guess," She sighed. "It hurts to see you so cold. Looking into your memories, you used to be such a warm and kindhearted-"

That weak little boy is dead! I am strong now, I am a demon! I will never trust humanity again!

"...sorry," Lyra said in a soft, remorseful voice. "I'm so sorry. I didn't..."

This conversation is over.

Lyra wept silently as Akros turned his attention to reality again. She desperately wanted to save him from becoming a mindless killing machine or a coldhearted manipulator that trusted no one. He wasn't quite there yet, as he trusted her and his daughter and didn't kill everything he saw.

Akros, now thorough irritated, left the hot spring with thunderous steps. Wevyn carefully followed him, not knowing why he was angry but also not brave enough to ask. He dried off with a towel, leaving his legs wet as he let his magical clothes evaporate the water. He gave Wevyn the Askrian standard armor for ground soldiers, who merely nodded in thanks.

Outside of the bathhouse was a waiting Ryla with her hood up, who had already notified the royal siblings and Anna of the new arrival. Akros was slightly calmed by her actions, making sure to show his appreciation via patting her head. He didn't know why she loved it so much.

"We'll be having a tactical meeting soon, to discuss our next move. I've summoned many more heroes by now, so not all of them will show up. There'll be figureheads for each world, many of which you already met," Ryla explained. 

He nodded in understanding. "Makes sense. How many more summons?"

"About 40."

"In that short span of time? Most impressive, dear," Akros meant his words, but his scowl made it harder for her to accept the compliment. She didn't want to stir him up before the meeting, so she refrained from asking about his mood.

"Thanks. I suppose you'll explain the scoop with Wevyn here?" Even though she respected him greatly, the same couldn't be said for his new companion. The snow-haired girl didn't fail to notice the venom in her voice, frowning at it.

"I shall," Akros didn't care about their feuds anymore. He had bigger things on his mind. 

The two girls glared daggers at each other, without a peep. Ryla slowly reached up to hold Akros' hand, startling him and making Wevyn curse under her breath. She didn't feel for the demon romantically, but the closer she was to him the safer she was. Wevyn also took on large clawed hand, much to Ryla's ire.

Akros would've raised an eyebrow if he had any. Instead he rolled his eyes at their petty actions and held their hands. When the trio turned into the hallway of the conference room, other heroes and servants were present. Many jealous, curious, and confused looks were shot at them as they strode to the double doors of the conference room. Akros tried to open the door himself but found each of the girls trying to do it. Once they did, they pulled him through, causing him to have to lean back to avoid hitting the wall above the doorframe. 

"There you are...? Who's that?" Sharena asked. She along with Alfonse, Anna and couple other heroes were already seated. Akros took his broken seat while Ryla and Wevyn sat on either side.

"This is Wevyn, the pegasus knight I spared from the Emblian encampment I demolished. She's the only survivor," Akros glanced at the knight, who nodded sadly. "I took her in because she has turned against Embla, and is a great fighter. She managed to take off my head."

"What?!" Everyone in the room, including those who just walked in, exclaimed. Only Ryla and Wevyn were silent, but the brunette frowned nonetheless. 

"H-hold on just a minute, Akros," Alfonse sputtered with disbelief. "She couldn't have, otherwise you'd be dead!"

"Killing me isn't enough to make me die," Akros said nonchalantly as he tapped his clawed fingers against the table rhythmically. "Don't doubt a demon's vitality."

"He is not lying," Ryla spoke up, shocking them even more. "Demons of the Abyss possess unnatural tenacity and regeneration. Detaching the head is lethal to most, but not all."

This was the truth, but twisted. Ryla knew that demon lords and demon kings, who possessed immortal bodies could in fact survive decapitation. However, she also knew that her father wasn't at that level, being only a middle-rank demon. She had many questions for him later about his powers.

"Unbelievable..."

"Terrifying..."

"How can this be..."

A chorus of whispers went around the round table as they trusted Ryla, until the slamming of a door silenced them. The last hero to arrive, Hector, sat down and gestured to Akros. "I can believe it. I pushed this guy off a balcony to wake up him up, and he slept through it with zero injury. You're something else."

"Why, thank you. I believe that's enough about me. I see some unfamiliar faces around, care to introduce yourselves? For diplomacy's sake," Akros knew most of them, but had to act as if he didn't. He used the excuse of diplomacy to get their names from them. Some heroes were present at the last meeting, including Hector, Roy, Alm, Marth, Byleth, Ephraim, Corrin, and Lucina. The rest he didn't know. 

"I am Sigurd," A tall, sapphire haired man spoke. He had a regal air about him, similar to Marth and Ephraim. "Pleased to meet you."

"My name is Leif," A brunette young man with tight fitting white armor said.

"Name's Ike," A bulkier man with Sigurd's hair color and a red bandana said with a rough voice. 

"Okay, now that that's done, shall we start with our next move?" Anna glanced at Akros a few times, much to his irritation. She spoke professionally with authority, so the heroes listened closely. "Wevyn, what is Princess Veronica's next move?"

"I'm afraid I don't know for sure," She spoke anxiously, feeling small among the heroes. She was afraid of them, deathly so. These were the foes she was supposed to fight? Impossible. "What I do know is that she plans to take out Kiran as soon as she can. My regiment was stationed as a decoy, but we were defeated too early for that to work. I would estimate that assassination attempts are due, and a full forwards invasion is coming."

"Assassins are indeed likely at this rate. Kiran, you should stay with a guard, maybe two, at all times. We could even have spies among our staff, and I will see to it that they are inspected," Alfonse looked at Akros carefully. "Akros, would you be willing to guard her? You two seem close."

"Brother!" Sharena whisper-yelled angrily for everyone to hear. Fortunately for the young prince he was saved by Byleth's calm interjection.

"You two do seem to have a bond, even though you couldn't have known each other long. Are you two perhaps related?" She stared at the demon placidly. "Holding hands is quite intimate."

"..." Akros was silent, laying his face in his hands. Ryla heard him swearing quietly, so she took the initiative to speak.

"Akros here is my father from a different world, like Hector to Lilina," She puffed out her large chest with confidence, smiling. "Don't get it confused, though. My version of him, my true father, was human. Meaning I am also fully human."

"Then how is he your father?" Alm scratched his head, voicing the question they all had. The other heroes nodded in agreement.

"I was... reincarnated," Akros' low, somber voice caught their attention. He revealed a bitter, regretful face from his hands, surprising them all including Wevyn and Ryla. "I was once human. I died to the hands of a child, one I was supposed to care for. I was resurrected as a demon egg, and the rest isn't important. Ryla's true father was an alternate version of me that lived longer. She is my daughter, but not by blood."

Even Ephraim, who liked Akros the least, was dead silent. The demon sounded genuinely bitter about his fate, as if he lamented not having a daughter himself. Wevyn placed a gentle hand on his, giving him a sympathetic look. Now she understood him, as both of them had lost everything. 

Akros gave Wevyn a grateful look, then turned to Ryla. "As long as my daughter is safe, I will fight. Back on topic, how shall we prepare for the incoming surge of the invasion?"

After clearing her throat, Anna replied: "Now that we have enough numbers, it'd be wise to meet them head on. Akros himself can destroy an encampment of a few thousand soldiers, so he can be our ace in the hole. For now, we should put together a force of around 30 heroes to join our main army. The heroes not deployed will remain here in case of an ambush. Sound good?"

It went unsaid that each hero had the might of a hundred regular soldiers. With healers, their only limit was stamina. They all agreed to Anna's proposal after making sure a set number of healers was within the unit. After revealing his deepest darkest secret, no one doubted Akros' loyalty nor his drive to guard Ryla, so it was officially his duty. 

Later, after the meeting concluded and Wevyn was officially part of the Askrian forces, she and Akros spent their time resting in his room. She held his head in her lap, polishing his horns as he slept. Occasionally, she'd caress his cheeks with a wistful look.

"I can't believe I was trying to compete with his own daughter, what a fool I was. Even though he agreed to let me be his concubine, I don't think he really thinks of me that way... maybe he is still human at heart."

Lyra heard all of this, and smiled happily. She knew he wasn't totally gone, but she could only do so much to prevent him from falling into negative emotions. Only Ryla, and maybe Wevyn too now could care for him physically. She desperately wanted to dote on him like the knight was doing now, but held in her desire. She was satisfied knowing he was in good hands.

Wevyn pursed her lips, setting down her cloth. His horns had a beautiful shine, but that didn't distract her from his peaceful expression. His face was far from human, but still expressive. She found him nice to look at when he wasn't angry or killing things. 

He had a sharp features, complimented by his sharp teeth. She only now noticed how his cheeks were very small, as his lips opened wide on each side with membrane, similar to a dragon's maw. 

She traced his jaw with a finger, remembering the night before. "Why didn't you toss me away? What good am I to you now? I'm not as pretty as some of the women here, why do you bother with me? I don't understand."

"He sees something in you."

"!" Wevyn jumped at the voice. She whipped her head around to the bedroom door, which Ryla poked her head out of. She entered quietly, closing the door behind her. Wevyn gave her a questioning stare. "What do you mean?"

"You have potential of some sort. He's helping you because he sees a your value as a fighter. That, and he isn't as cruel as demon should be. Surely you've figured out by now that he had a little human left in him. When his kind would've killed or raped you, he kept you as a pet. That may sound bad, but it means he cares about you at least a little. I'm a little jealous," Ryla held her sleeping father's hand to her face, rubbing her cheek against the back of it affectionately. 

Wevyn felt a bit better from her words. Ryla seemed to know Akros better than anyone here, so Wevyn believed her words. That said, she also thought Ryla was unusually loving towards her father. Wevyn was the same age as her, but she would never treat her father the same way. 

"Is there any chance you have a... daddy complex?" Wevyn asked, blushing slightly in embarrassment. 

"Um..." Ryla blushed harder, looking away. She suddenly felt cornered. "No?"

"You don't sound very sure," Wevyn smirked, holding in a chuckle. Ryla puffed her cheek indignantly.

"I-I don't have a daddy complex! I think..." Her eyes drifted down to her father again, and she turned crimson. With a shuddering voice, she admitted: "I probably do have one."

"Hehehe!" Wevyn giggled, feeling much more comfortable. Ryla, embarrassed more so than ever, meekly smiled.

The two girls spent the next hour chatting, bonding over their experiences. Neither of them had experience with men, so they only had Akros as reference. Wevyn didn't feel super comfortable talking about how she found Ryla's father attractive directly to her, so she changed the subject fast. 

Eventually their stomachs growled, so they left Akros to sleep in peace. Wevyn made sure she had a sword on her hip, as she would guard Ryla in the case of Akros' absence. They ate lunch with Lilina and Lucina, who talked about the odd circumstances they were in with their fathers. Wevyn didn't speak much of hers, who had died in the previous war with Askr. 

"Roy's in the same boat as us," Lilina said with sip of water. "His father, Eliwood coming here so young put him in shock for a while."

"The worst part is that you can't tell them about your mother," Ryla groaned, pouting. She didn't have the etiquette of the other girls, who were nobility, royalty, and knight alike. They all were taught manners, while Ryla was more casual, even as "Kiran". She still wore her hood around others, only showing her face to her father and Wevyn. "If we do, we might disappear because it may not happen."

"Disappear? What do you mean by that?" Lucina raised an eyebrow.

"As in the past will be changed when our fathers won't wed our mother. Then we fade from existence because our birth never happened."

"Um..."

Meanwhile, Akros had been awake the entire time, faking his unconsciousness. He reflected the words of Wevyn and his daughter, trying to understand what kind of predicament he put himself into.

I don't really care about Wevyn... do I? Ugh, I don't even know now. Lyra, status please. Just my stats.

"Aye!" Lyra was happy to oblige, not expecting him to talk to her so soon. He used manners, meaning he wasn't angry at her anymore. She mentally smiled.

Strength: 567

Speed: 480

Magic Energy: 1,572

Stamina: 365

Vitality: 601

No wonder I feel so much stronger. My muscles are a little bigger, too. Did losing my head really make that big of a difference?

"Yes, it did. Your Zenkai Boost allows for significant increases to strength, stamina, and vitality after healing from mortal wounds. Naturally regenerating your head would lead to massive buffs, as you call them. Undying Spite only added to it."

I am kind of overpowered.

"Not quite. Your potential is great, but do keep in mind that injuring yourself won't work anymore. Zenkai Boost and Undying Spite will help you build resistances to the same type of damage. You've inflicted too much self-harm, so it will only grant meager stat boosts."

That's fine, I'm in a good spot. I should be capable of felling dragons if I need to. I can focus on you and Ryla now. 

"If you say so."

I do.

"I- argh, I hate you."

Love you too. Be a dear and show me my soul count.

"Hmph! Fine."

Souls in Posession: 3,427 average-grade souls, 5 noble souls, 5 fallen souls

How many souls do I need to forge my etherium zweihander?

"If you want to incorporate wood or leather into the handle, it'll cost more. With purely etherium as the crafting material, it'll only cost 300 souls to mold it. Then you have to let it cool outside your inventory."

Oho. How much more for a leather grip?

"10 souls."

That's nothing. Create the sword, milady.

"What's with the nicknames? Just call me Lyra," She huffed, exasperated with his antics.

Aww, does little Ly-Ly dislike pet names?

"...no," Came a weak reply. Akros laughed out loud. She mentally blushed in embarrassment. "Stop making fun of me!"

Forgive me Lyra, it's just so cute when you thrash around. I can't help myself.

"D-don't think flattery will make me forgive you!"

Suddenly a 16 foot long rectangular case appeared on Akros' desk. He assumed it was the mold for the sword, so he let it be. Not without asking to be sure, which she replied with:

"It has to cool, dummy. What're you gonna do, blow air on it? Your breath is always warm."

Sassy, I like it. Anyway, how much would it cost to create a serum that would turn Ryla into a demon, like a female war demon? I think my ideal squad would be me as a jack of all trades, Ryla as a bruiser, and you as our mage. 

"Interesting..." Lyra was secretly brimming with glee. She felt so excited about joining him and his daughter in battle. It was something that never crossed her mind before, but she relished the idea. "A middle-rank war demon serum would cost around 5,000 souls. Describe what she'd look like afterwards, and I'll find the exact price."

Ideally, I want her to maintain her humanoid body shape with her hair, curves and facial features intact. All that should change is her size, skin and hair color, and muscle mass. Let's see... bright red skin, and light blonde hair? Black scleras with hazel irises and a red pupil. It sounds weird customizing the look for my daughter, but I don't want her body to change too drastically or she'll feel like a monster, right?

"I wouldn't be so sure. She really looks up to you, and her complex is deep. So far the changes you listed would delight her, but we're not done. What about horns, wings, tail, and limbs?"

Good catch. She should have demon wings, big ones fit for long periods of flight. Her horns, make them similar to mine in shape. She can have black horns and claws to go well with her skin and hair color. Her tail can be like mine, armored with a blade and matching her horns. Her arms should be like mine, human beside the claws. Legs, I don't know. Five toes? Three toes? Five might be more feminine, but three are better for combat. Do five toes for the sake of footwear. She'll get armor at some point. 

"Essentially, you want her to be amazionian demon?" Lyra asked skeptically.

What's wrong with that? She'll love the feeling of being strong. That, and I need her to be able to protect herself. A war demon is harder to corner than an elemental demon.

"You make a fair point. With those curves she'll be a treat to any male demon that sees her. Of course, I can't wait to see you kill those who try to approach her."

You won't have to wait long. I imagine some of the men here already have their eyes on her. I'll kill any that make her uncomfortable, not like anyone can stop me. 

"You don't have to go that far... oh, whatever. Just stay out of trouble."

So, how many souls do I need for that serum?

"Sorry! I got off track... um, 7,830."

Doable. I can rack that amount up in no time if I can get to the front lines. Ryla will be coming as a tactician, so I can go with her. Now, for you. If I want to create a fallen angel body from scratch, at the level of a high-rank demon, how much would that cost? Without specific details.

"High-rank?! That's a bit much..." Lyra cleared her throat. "I mean, it'll cost around 70,000 souls."

Are you willing to wait? I really want to give you the best that I can, Lyra.

"Of course I am! You don't need to rush," Lyra chirped. "I'm fine for a while, take your time. Not to be greedy, but I would love to start a little strong."

Naturally. Now, you already saved the serum, so let's create your body's blueprint. This is gonna be weird, because you have to tell me and then I have to tell you.

"I know, right? So to start, I want huge tits-"

Woah, momma. A fallen angel with a rack? You're not trying to make me fall for you, are you?

"No, silly," Lyra giggled, hiding her shock. She didn't expect him to guess so accurately. After watching all these other women experience his love, or rather his cock, she wanted it out of jealousy and the desire to experience everything she could. She wanted to feel everything. She saw how adept he was at pleasing women, so she wanted to be the perfect candidate for his lust. Lyra regained her composure so he wouldn't get curious. "I want to be larger everywhere. Imagine a fallen angel with huge tits, ass, and thighs, about 9 feet tall. A wingspan of 30 feet, with a smaller set of wings beneath those ones with half the wingspan. Imagine an angelic face, graceful and delicate features and silky long purple hair that goes down to her waist. Her body is skinny and lean with no fat besides the curves. I'll think of armor and a weapon later."

...Lyra?

"Yes?"

You know, there's better ways of telling me you want to have sex with me.

"Eh?!"

Woman, you know damn well what you're doing, don't give me that. You want an irresistible body, one suited to my tastes too well. What's next, cat ears?

"Damn it, you got me. Yes, I want to be your dream come true. I want to be that dreamy fallen angel not just for you, but for myself. I want to be hot, to feel good about my body. Is there something wrong with that?"

Not at all. What I was getting at is that I wish for you to have a body you like, regardless of what I think of it. It's your body for whoever's sake. Now is that really what you want?

"Yes," Lyra didn't budge. "Again, it is for me. Don't feel guilty because your imagination fueled mine."

Alriiiiight. Here goes... that good?

"Yup! Perfect!" She sounded delighted at his mental image, and he sighed in relief. "Now, it'll cost 83,200 souls."

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That might take a while. I might leave this world sooner than I thought now that I have Ryla and Wevyn. I might make her a war demon too, to serve as a guard to Ryla. I don't need the magic of this world, only its souls. While I'm here, I should spend my time learning swordsmanship and bang all the hotties. This world is crawling with them. 

"Just don't get in trouble, okay?" Lyra grumbled, not happy at the thought of him sleeping with more women. "Seriously, you have Wevyn and Anna to unload if you're horny. Why do more?"

As a human teenager, when I was waaaaaay more hormonal than I am now, I lusted after the female heroes such as Lyn. They're all different people after all. I want to try them all.

"Whatever, thirsty man hoe."

Says you, wanting a body that makes any heterosexual male drool.

"Shut up!"

Tsundere.

"Go fuck someone! Leave me alone!"

Akros burst into laughter while Lyra growled at him. Not wanting to push her any further, he left the room to go eat. 

Just so you know, I don't have feelings for any of them.

"Hmrgh..." She made an odd sound. Akros let the matter go as he didn't want to upset her much more. She was actually just busy thinking about how Ryla was right. Reading his thoughts, Lyra discovered that Akros cared for Wevyn more than he'd admit. She smirked to herself in victory. He thought of the knight as more than a object! Finally some progress.

Akros made his way to a two person table to eat by himself in the canteen, but noticed a familiar face waving at him. He retracted his wings with magic, and made his way over to sit with Lyn, Hector, and a man who looked very similar to Roy. They were at a 4 person booth, and he was beside Hector, who smiled at him.

"Hey! How's it going, big guy?"

Akros couldn't help but return the smile. He always did like Hector for his laidback attitude, even though he was the son of a marquess. "I'm feeling quite alright."

"Akros, meet Eliwood. He's the father of Roy, who you already know," Lyn gestured the man beside her. Akros was surprised to see how handsome Eliwood was. He recalled Eliwood having an odd splash art in Fire Emblem Heroes.

"A pleasure to meet you, Akros," Eliwood said politely, offering a hand. Akros shook it, careful not to crush his hand as he did. Even then Eliwood's face paled. He looked at Akros with astonishment as he shook it off. "Quite the grip."

"Apologies. I struggle at containing my strength," He admitted. After his massive strength stat increase, it was his second highest stat. No longer was he a speed demon, he could wield Hellreaver with one hand. The sword was easily a couple tons, likely more to his estimates.

"So Kiran is really your daughter, huh? That makes two of us," Hector scratched his chin thoughtfully. "You know, having daughters from the future. Eliwood's kinda in the same boat."

"I'll admit, I was not prepared to see a young man who looked exactly like I did as a teenager to proclaim himself as my son from the future. At first I thought him a clone," Eliwood chuckled. "This world of summoning is quite the spectacle."

Akros made polite conversation with the three friends as they ate. He could not hold in his laughter when Eliwood criticized Hector's sloppy eating style. Lyn laughed with him, and he enjoyed the time he spent with them. He realized the bonds between friends were truly something to be treasured, something he forgot due to long periods of solitude. 

After finishing their meal, Eliwood took Hector to teach him about etiquette. Lyn looked at Akros hopefully. "Want to spar?"

"Sure," He replied, noting her expression. He wouldn't mind sleeping with Lyn, but it would complicate her teaching him swordplay. So he did his best to think of her as a friend to avoid subconsciously activating Charm.

When they went at it, Lyn was awestruck at his physical improvement. It had been only two days, but he was already faster and far stronger. During a break she noticed how his muscles had grown larger. He seemed to have more stamina as well. When she was dripping with sweat and heaving for breath, he had only just broken a sweat. Still, she grinned.

"This... this is a real... challenge! What... happened to you, Akros?" Lyn said between breaths. He blinked, taking his eyes off of her chest. 

Oh fudge popsicles. I really need to stop doing that. But damn do they jiggle!

"I grow stronger from battle, especially recovering from injury. The more severe, the stronger I become if I heal. I was decapitated, so I significantly more powerful. It's a side effect of my bloodline."

"Bloodline?"

"I'm a Shadow Demon. We're a species of demons who take our demonic adaptability to new levels. Our entire schtick is to overcome our limits and grow from our struggles."

Akros wasn't entirely lying about his bloodline. Shadow demons were in fact a very adaptive species, but only to environmental changes. He didn't know this, rather he forked up a believable lie. How would she prove him wrong, anyway?

"I see. Another round?" Lyn wiped the sweat off her brow, pointing her wooden sword at him. He got into his stance, holding his wooden staff with two hands. 

"Don't overdo it, Lyn."

"I could say the same for you! Come on!"

Later, after he cooled off from his sparring session he checked on his sword mold in his room. He also held a note in his hand from Lyn, one she gave to him before they parted ways for the day.

"After nightfall, come to the storage shed in the practice field. There's some friends who want to have some fun."

Akros trembled as he held it, perverse images running through his mind.

I didn't even have to try. Who in their right mind would sleep with a demon they don't know, much less in a weapon shed? ...well, it should be hot. Public sex is the only volatile act that I'm willing to do. Lyra, do you think it's a trap?

"I'm more surprised that a woman like Lyn would be the messenger for this kind of thing. She's a trustworthy woman from what I've seen, but you should be on guard anyway if you go."

I'll make sure my Haki is ready against any surprise attacks. Thanks.

"What're you thanking me for?" Lyra asked in confusion, but was still grateful for the respect he showed her.

Helping me. Me making your ideal body is my way of thanking you, but even that you made possible. I honestly don't know how I'll work the system without you behind it.

"I'll still retain my knowledge and analytic powers. I can be a walking encyclopedia for you. The system will operate the same, but it'll react directly to your orders, instead of me taking your orders and telling the system what to do. It won't change at all how the system works or its power. Just think about what you want to make and command it with your thoughts. Simple, right?"

Almost too simple, but I can't complain. Better than a complex algorithm. I'm so glad to be out of high school. 

Akros burned the note, then checked on the mold case. Steam was still flowing out of the many microscopic holes, but not as nearly as much as a few hours prior. He assumed it'd need until tomorrow, and let it be.

He shifted his mind onto his next set of business for the moment. Promotion. He wasn't in as much of a rush to promote as he was during his low-rank phase, but it was still important. The difference in power and authority between middle-rank and high-rank demons was tremendous. If Akros were to encounter other demons in another world, he'd prefer it to be as a higher member of the demonic society.

There was also the issue of his companions. Ryla and Lyra were to come with him on his future endeavors to other worlds, Lyra not so soon but there would come a time. He couldn't be forced to work under a high-rank demon and risk his daughter and only friend being used as... he couldn't bear the thought. 

He remembered something about honing his magic veins in his body from CMDK. By increasing his magic flow, he could promote, or something of the like. Lyra herself didn't know anymore than he did, so he tried different things. Meditation, which only helped him restore magic energy faster. He couldn't unleash his magic aura or he'd send the residents of Arska into panic. So he ended up attempting a new method. Similar to meditation, but focusing on the flowing magic in his body. He forced the veins and arteries of his demon heart to expand, increasing the flow of his mana. 

He could only maintain that state for a few seconds, but he felt the slightest change. With hope he checked his status, to see his magic stat had gone up one. Excited, he spoke to Lyra about his findings.

Am I on the right track, Lyra? Please say yes.

"Actually, yes. It'll take a couple thousand rounds, though," She added nonchalantly, making his jaw drop.

A few thousand? So I have to increase my magic by several times to promote?

"Yup! And if you increase your stat with other methods, it won't contribute to the process."

Normally I'd swear, but this calls for celebration! I discovered this almost entirely by myself! I'm independent now!

"You wish," Lyra laughed. "Your mind's too full with sexual thoughts for you to be a genius."

Harsh.

Akros had burned away any sweat with shadowflame after he finished sparring with Lyn, so he was clean. He closed his eyes and used observation Haki to find the redhead he was looking for. He was delighted to find her alone. Without another thought he used Shadow Step and emerged behind her. 

Anna sat in her office, stressed out. She was reading the reports from the Farult scouts, who described the mass destruction caused by the demon she lusted for. All of the reports mentioned the lava lake and a massive splatter of purple blood by a broken spear. Anna assumed the purple blood to be Akros' after seeing his face flushed. The broken spear was likely his attacker's, broken after his head regrew. However, one report included a Emblian pegasus knight's armor on the forest floor. After intense thought, she realized that the armor belonged to Wevyn, the teenager Akros brought back from the mission. She grit her teeth in jealousy as she imagined them having intercourse. 

Anna was so focused that she failed to see Akros leaning over her, reading the report as well as her expression. "We didn't have sex."

Anna jumped out of her seat, bumping her head into Akros' chin. "Ow!"

As she held her scalp in pain, she looked at him incredulously. "Since when did you-?!"

"A few minutes ago. You've been thinking about me and Wevyn having sex since that report mentions her armor and clothes, right?" Akros crossed his arms. "I stripped her because her outfit would put a target on her back. Simple as that."

"As if! She's a beautiful girl, why wouldn't you give into your urges..." Her voice faltered as she remembered their last encounter. Akros resisted her advances until he knew he had no choice, and even then he controlled himself somewhat. 

"Mhm. As you were saying?" Akros grinned slyly, much to her ire.

"Whatever. Would you be so kind to tell me how you make a lava lake out of a military encampment?" Anna rubbed her temples. "Seriously, how? Did you melt the bedrock or something with magic?"

"Correct," Akros lied between his teeth. "My shadowflame magic burns just about anything. It didn't take much to melt the stone beneath the thin layer of dirt."

"That western forest does have a thin layer of topsoil," Anna muttered. "Alright, I believe you. Now, why are you here exactly? I thought you were irritated with me."

"I was. Now, I have other plans for you," Akros sent his clothes to his inventory, letting all hang free for her to see. Her eyes widened when he slapped his flaccid penis against her face. "You shall serve as my cocksleeve. I'm not giving you a choice anymore, so you'd better get naked or I'll rip that shit off."

Anna hastily undressed, tossing her business clothes aside. When he facefucked her two days ago, she was still dressed and only now did he view her nude body. He was surprised to see how large her chest was, and the size of her rear. The skirt and blouse she wore a few seconds prior did her dirty, he thought.

"What position shall we start with? My mouth again?" Anna made an ahhhh face, as if she was at a dentist's office for a cleaning. Akros shrugged, feeling himself harden at her lewd expression. 

"Why not?"

Instead of letting her stand, Akros laid on the floor upon his back, his wings still tucked away in his magical tattoos. Anna laid on his stomach, bobbing her head on his shaft. She could only get half of it down by herself, but it still felt amazing to him. Her loud slurping and throat squelching had him erect in under a minute while fingered her. In order to do so safely, he curled his fingers so his claws laid on his palms. He couldn't reach as deep this way, but his fingers had more girth. 

After a minute of taking it slow, Akros used his other hand to shove her head down. Her eyes rolled up as her nose pressed against his balls, the musky scent paired with the intense fingering sent her into orgasm.

"Damn, that throat is good!" Akros couldn't help but praise the tightness of her mouth. Ulvone before her had amazing suction, but her neck was larger. With Anna, his cock bulged out of her neck and chest until her rib cage, blocking her air supply. The pleasure created by this constrictive, warm, wet hole was beyond words. "You're definitely my go to for quickies after this."

Anna hummed happily against his pipe, sending even more pleasure to the shaking demon. He resumed her head's movements, bringing her to the glans then down against his pelvis. Again and again for several minutes until he couldn't bear it any longer.

She had already came several times, covering his chest in love juice. She happily gulped down his seed, and when he finally stopped ejaculating she lopped up the extra that was on her face and his body.

Akros flipped them over once she cleaned them up, hovering over her sweat covered body. She bit her lip upon seeing his carnal expression, one of pure lust. She braced her back against the floor and held her hips up. "Ravage me!"

"You don't need to tell me!" As soon as he lined himself up, Akros sheathed half of his manhood in a single thrust, breaking her hymen. He froze. "Wait, you're a virgin?"

"Ow! I was! But! I'm! Fine! Giving it! To you!" She spoke in short bursts, shedding tears at the pain. He waited a couple moments, until she recollected herself and gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm okay now. But not too roUGH!!"

"Nrrgh!" Akros shoved as much of himself that would fit, about ten inches worth slamming against her womb. Her womanhood even tighter than her throat, squeezing his cock with a force he thought impossible for a such a curvaceous woman. He made a mental note to remember to never assume the tightness of one's vagina, regardless of their body shape. 

He braced one arm against the floor above Anna's head, the other holding her waist. He crashed his hips into hers violently as she cried out in pain and pleasure. Akros didn't exactly know passionate sex, only rough. So he continued to use her body like a toy, as he stated he would. 

Anna lost count of her climaxes as her eyes rolled up into her head. Everything faded into pleasure, and her moaning increased in volume and it was no longer plagued with pain. 

Akros himself couldn't control himself in the face of the unearthly pleasure. Eventually, after an unknown amount of time passed he came, creating a mess. Her orgasmic fluids was all over, soon joined by his dark cum. Her large chest heaved, getting his attention. He got to his feet and held her in the air by the waist. 

He spend a couple minutes doting on her breasts, sucking and licking her nipples much to her bliss. Then he sloppily made out with her, pleasantly surprised to not taste himself on her lips. She had done a better cleaning job than he realized, so he gifted her with a deeper french kiss. His tongue was long enough to reach her entire mouth and then some.

Anna moaned into his lips contently while pressing a hand on her lower abdomen. Black semen continued to spill out, making her realize something. When they broke for her to breathe, she told him: "Do you think I'll get pregnant?"

To her relief he shook his head. "It is very difficult for demons to impregnate other species. After one load the chances are quite minimal."

Even if she did get pregnant, he had contingency plans. He could hide her away, leaving the others to suspect she was abducted while he nursed her in secret. He could also kill her, but he would avoid that until he was without choice.

Pushing his thoughts aside, Akros turned her over so they faced the same way. He began to rub his still erect pole against her behind, leaving her to wonder. "A different position? I don't know if we should risk higher chances of-"

"Don't worry, I won't be using that hole," Akros said mischievously with a toothy grin. Anna drew blank for a couple moments, before she realized what he meant.

"Wait wait wait! Not my ass!" She pleaded, looking at him with horror. "It'll tear!"

"If your other two holes didn't, I think you're fine, woman," With a roll of his eyes, he blatantly disregarded her words. Akros lined up once more, poking her anus with his cock. "One, two, THREE!!"

"NHAAAAAAAGH!!" Anna shrieked in a mixture of feelings as his entire cock entered her rectum. Fortunately, her body stretched to fit him without tearing thanks to the potion she drank, which made a permanent change to her body. She didn't realize that until this instance, and praised all the holy figures she could think of in her broken state.

Akros held this position for a few seconds, letting her body adjust. Once his cock felt a little more welcome, he pulled back and shoved it back in, earning another scream from Anna. This time it sounded less painful, so he continued thrusting. 

Her backdoor wasn't lubed prior, the only saving grace being the mixture of fluids that coated Akros' penis beforehand. It was as tight as her vagina and just as warm, so it didn't take more than ten minutes for him to hit his third climax.

They shared a long groan as he pumped a river of baby batter up her large intestine, making her quiver at the alien sensation. Once he squeezed out the last drop, he unsheathed his cock from her trembling body. His semen rushed out of her body, and to his delight no feces followed even though her anus was agape. He assumed she had used the lavatory soon before.

He laid her down on the floor, away from the pools of semen. Her eyes had lost focus and she had shed many tears, but the hearts were there. Akros disregarded her mental state, as he wasn't quite satisifed yet. When his cock was in front of her face again, Anna snapped back to reality.

"Y-you want more? I can't take it..." Her voice was hoarse. She tried to move her body, but her legs refused to budge. She glared at him weakly. "I can't walk, asshole. You want to take away my voice next?"

"You'll survive. Now open up."

Anna was forced to endure another hour of rough deepthroating, swallowing several loads. At some point he switched to her anus again, pounding her so hard she vomited the semen she inhaled minutes before. 

He poured one last load down her esophagus, then let her go. Akros whistled at the mess they made as he scanned the office. Orgasmic juice and black semen coated almost the entire floor. He sighed, before remembering he had an easy way out: Absorb Liquid! His skill devised to capture molten metals and other valuable materials.

He sucked the semen out of Anna first out of concern for her life, then the rest on the floor. When Anna came to a few minutes later, she was surprised to see him back in his crimson sweatpants and the room clean.

"What happened?" Her voice was barely audible, making Akros grimace. He gentled picked her up, cradling her weak body.

"I lost control. Worry not, I got the semen out of your body, so you'll be fine. Even the sweat is gone, so you should smell decent," He took a whiff, then shrugged. "Your perfume is gone, but you smell fine. Get dressed, we should go eat."

"You cleaned me out, and honestly," Anna pat her stomach. "I'm famished. Could you carry me there?"

"...people will assume we're in a relationship."

"You almost broke my hips and jaw with your pelvis, and that's what you're worried about?!"

"Hold on," Akros used 5 souls to procure a mediocre healing potion. It was a small vial of red liquid, about the size of his index finger. He handed it to Anna, who looked at it in wonder. "Drink. It'll heal you."

"W-wait, how did you..." She shook her head. "No, I'm done with thinking today."

She gulped it down, gasping as she felt her vocal cords heal, anus close, bruised bones and sore muscles mend. She smiled at Akros gratefully. "Thanks, Akros."

"Can't have you breaking. Now get dressed, before your tits turn me on again," He huffed, setting her on her feet. She giggled, swaying her chest in front of him. He snarled, throwing her clothes at her. Once she was dressed again, Akros gave her a quick kiss, which she accepted without resistance. "Let's go."

Akros was relieved to see that they got to the canteen early. Even though each meal lasted about two hours due to the heroes eating at different times, he didn't want to arrive later with Anna and arouse rumors. He never forgot the human tendency to make a big deal of small things, just to give them something to talk about. He never liked gossip, and that wouldn't change anytime soon.

Akros parted from Anna as he ate by himself at a two person table. As he drank white milk and feasted upon some roast beef, he reflected on what he just did.

I am the bitch in heat now. Lyra, how was it watching that?

"I didn't watch all of it, only the first hour. You really went loose on that slut, huh?" Lyra wasn't sympathetic to Anna in the slightest. 

I can go harder. I subconsciously held back for her sake, otherwise I'd literally break her. With my strength and speed stats, sex with lower lifeforms is dangerous for them. Perhaps my vitality plays into my recovery speed?

"It does indeed. You're able to ejaculate so much and so often because it's so high. I can only imagine what'll be like when you promote further..."

Easy, Lyra.

"I-I didn't mean to make it sound like that I swear!"

Uh huh. 

"Mrgh..." She groaned, knowing he wouldn't let it go easily.

Akros smiled to himself, finding her defensive attitude cute as ever. Even about dirty topics, it was fun teasing her. His thoughts switched to the note Lyn gave him, and he wondered if he went too hard on Anna.

I have plenty of juice in me. Maybe my saiyan cells are helping me out here, because this isn't normal. I shouldn't be able to cum ten times and be going strong. Oh well. Let's not think about it too much, public boners are the worst.

Akros used Haki to detect Ryla's location, finding her in the library, next to... a male?! He slammed his tail against the floor angrily, getting the attention of the other eating heroes. They looked at him in bewilderment as he roared and dived headfirst into a waitress' shadow. She felt faint after the sight, almost collapsing but was caught by Chrom who stared at her shadow warily.

"What happened that made him react like that...?" The prince wondered out loud. "Hey, are you alright? You should sit down."

Ryla was skimming a history book about Emblian royalty. It dated until the current princess, as it was fairly new. Beside her was Canas, a druid who loved to study dark magic. They had a nice long chat about magic, Canas telling her about what he knew and Ryla telling him about her father's magic.

Canas knew shadow magic to be fairly basic to use offensively, but to traverse inside of it was a different story. Only Nergal, a dark druid that lived for over a hundred years was capable of using such a technique. He also wielded a fearsome gravity/dark lightning tome called "Ereshkigal" and was able to manipulate dragons to his will. 

For the studious druid to know that another existence above Nergal's power resided in this world terrified him, but those qualms were soothed by Ryla's existence. As long as she was healthy and safe, Akros would fight for them. Canas still glanced at the darkness of the library occasionally out of trauma from the battle with Nergal.

So when he saw a demon, brutish and covered in sharp features, he shot up from his seat and began to run. Or he tried. Akros held him down to his seat with his tail, glaring at him. If looks could kill, the young man would be a skeleton.

"What are you doing alone with my daughter?!" His voice exploded from his mouth. Ryla looked at him as if he killed her mother.

"What are you doing to him?! We were just studying!" She cried. Akros blinked, then took a better look at the scene.

They were sitting at the same table, but the space between their chairs was about 6 feet. Books littered the tabletop, and the pink haired man he was pinning down seemed to be in the middle of reading one.

"Oh," He curled his tail behind him, wincing and scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry."

"Unbelievable! You can't just pop up out of nowhere and threaten my study buddy!" Ryla continued to yell at him, still very upset at his intrusion. "How'd you even know where we were?!" 

"It doesn't matter how I knew! I came running out of concern for your safety! You're supposed to have a guard nearby at all times, Ryla! This coward doesn't meet my standards," Akros growled, flicking a thumb at Canas, who looked down in shame. 

The dark mage knew he wasn't the best at taking challenges head on, so the demon's words were only salt to his open wound. However, Ryla came to his save. 

"So what if he isn't as brave as you? He's a powerful mage, one capable of protecting me," She shot back, frowning at her father. "You can't seriously leave me alone, then get angry when I don't hang around the strongest heroes."

"..." Akros bit back a retort. She had him there. He also didn't want to anger her further, as he was in the wrong. He backed off, turning back to the darkness from whence he came. "You're right. I was wrong. I'll leave."

When he faded into the shadows, Canas let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding. Ryla looked at him apologetically. "Sorry about him. He's um, overprotective."

"He has a right to be," Canas shook his head with a sad smile. "Against an assassin or multiple, I am not enough. I'm not offended by the truth, so don't worry."

"Canas..." She sighed, sitting back down. She recalled her father's rage stricken face and pursed her lips. She wasn't happy with him for hurting Canas' feelings, but couldn't deny he was right. "I'll talk to him. You keep reading."

"Okay," The druid adjusted his monocle, nodding. He resumed his research as Lyra put away the books she had out and left. 

She asked around, gradually becoming frustrated when nobody knew his whereabouts. A couple told her about his small outburst in the canteen, making her even more upset. She needed to talk to him in private about so much she was getting a headache thinking about it. His powers, Lyra, plans for the future, and their relationship. 

Akros clearly saw her as a daughter figure and was protective of her. Ryla saw him as a father figure, for the most part. She found herself longing for his touch more than a daughter should, and was confused about her own feelings. She was afraid that he'd turn her away if she became too clingy.

After an hour of searching every place she could think of, she gave up. She ended up out in the training grounds watching Eirika and Lyn spar. When they had a break, they looked to her curiously. 

"I'm trying to find Akros. He got pissed because I was alone with a boy, Canas, and went god-knows-where as soon as he apologized. I need to talk to that meathead."

They were taken aback by Ryla's annoyed tone, used to her being quite levelheaded. Lyn especially seemed startled, as if she knew something. Ryla narrowed her eyes at the plainswoman.

"Lyn, you know where is, I presume? Doing something he shouldn't be?" She grumbled. Lyn took a moment to choose her words wisely, so as not to irritate the summoner further.

"A friend of mine requested his aid. That's all I can say," Lyn bowed in apology. "My apologies."

"It's fine, not your fault," Ryla stood up with a sigh. "Thanks for telling me. I'll get out of your hair."

The miffed brunette headed towards the weapons shed, making Lyn bite her nails anxiously. "Oh, I hope they're done!"

"Done with what?" Eirika asked curiously. She was unaware of dirty talk and the terms used around it, so she had no idea why Lyn seemed so nervous.

"My friend, um, wanted to partake of Akros. You're better off not knowing."

"Partake of him? As in, eating him?" Eirika tilted her head, with a confused frown. "Why in the gods names would she do that?"

"Oh, dear princess, so innocent..."

"Tell me!"

An hour prior, Akros swam through the shadow realm at a leisurely pace. He passed by several heroes in halls and outside, until he reached his destination: the weapons shed out in the training grounds.

The black skinned demon used Haki so detect anyone inside, and was surprised to find a woman inside alone. He assumed the note was in fact written with sexual purpose, but that thought crumbled as he stepped into the living realm. 

A young woman with curly light pink hair and bright blue eyes looked at him nervously. She was average height but quite thin, seeming brittle. Akros rethought his former lewd assumptions. No way would this little thing want sex, she'd die for sure. 

"Um, are you A-akros?" A timid, trembling voice hit his ears. 

"Yeah. Whaddaya want, pipsqueak?" His demonic voice frightened her, but she swallowed her fears and kept talking.

"I'm, um, Lyn's friend, Florina. I wanted y-your help with my s-strength." 

"...huh," Akros thought about it. He would definitely be the strongest person Lyn knew, as no human man could compare. But this would be impossible. This girl had little meat on her, so she'd have to start very small. "Are you sure? I'm probably not the person to ask for this. Isn't there plenty of strong human men around?"

"I-I have anxiety around men. You're not human, s-so it's a little better."

Akros didn't like that. "What, am I not masculine enough for you? What a joke."

"N-n-no! I mean you have a different air about you... like comparing a horse to a pegasus," Florina poked her fingers together, staring at her feet. "Similar species, but not the same level of lifeform."

"You're not wrong," Akros relented. "You know what? Fine, let's say I do help you out. What are you offering in return? I'm not spending my precious time on you for free, girl."

"Y-you can f-f-f..." She stuttered, trying to spit the word out. "F-f-fffffff..."

"Come on, say it!"

"Fuck my face!" She said forcefully, shutting her eyes tight. Silence overcame them. Florina opened one eye timidly. "A-akros?"

"Who on earth, told you to say that?" 

"Huh?"

"Which stupid son of a bitch taught you those words?!" Akros roared, impatient and now just angry. "A pure, innocent girl like you shouldn't say things like that!"

"Eek! No!" Florina took a step back at his raised voice, but still corrected him. "I wasn't t-taught. I read it in a book. A good way to thank a man for his deeds is with ffffffellatio, is it not?"

"..." He gawked, his rage simmering quickly. "What? I mean, yes but also no! That's how you thank your lover for his deeds, not just anyone who does you a favor! Heavens above, girl. Talk like that to other people and they'll manipulate you into becoming a sex toy. Thank whomever that you came to me."

"I-is it that bad?" Florina asked ashamed of herself. 

"Yes. I'll tell you what. Forget the strength training, ask someone else for that. Instead I'll teach you how to talk to men, so you can get that arranged. Books are not as good as the real thing. I am the real thing."

"Really? Y-you'd do that for me?" 

"Yes. Without a blowjob. Let's save that for later."

Florina turned crimson, but nodded. "O-okay. When shall we start?"

"Today, after I spar with Lyn for a bit," Akros had a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Meet me... actually, I'll find you. Go to a place where we can be alone and you can be comfortable. Your bedroom, the library, the courtyard, a balcony, you pick. Just give me an hour give or take, 'kay?"

"Okay!" She almost glowed with happiness, making Akros smile a little.

"Silly girl," He said under his breath. He turned to leave the shed with her close behind, until suddenly the doors opened. He was met with his daughter, who didn't look happy.

"Where have you been?! I've looked everywhere!"

"Uh, in here? Talking with Florina? About stuff?"

"Hi," Florina waved at the mention of her name, giving Ryla a closed eye smile. She smiled back, then frowned at her father.

"Daddy, you went missing for an hour! No way you two have been in here that whole time."

"An hour?" Akros scratched his chin. "We only talked for, what, ten minutes?"

"Mhm," Florina hummed in agreement.

"Then how...?" Ryla made an oh face. "You went through the shadow realm to get here?"

"Of course," Akros nodded.

"Then your perception of time sped up or something. Canas, who you spooked by the way, told me about someone else who used shadow magic like you do. When you're in the shadow realm, time passes faster than it does out here," She explained, crossing her arms defiantly. "How did you not know this?!"

"Because I don't study my own magic?! I don't have time to!" He shot back. She scoffed, glaring at him harshly.

"Because you're busy, doing what? Women? Is that why you can't look after me?"

Akros' eyes widened, and bore his teeth fiercely. "That's enough out of you, girl."

"Oh boohoo. Big asshat Akros is getting upset because I'm ri-"

"I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!" Akros shouted, unconsciously pouring mana into his vocal cords to project his voice. His bellow carried throughout the training grounds, causing Eirika, Lyn, and others who were sparring to halt abruptly as they lost their balance. Ryla herself was pushed back, having to withstand the force of his furious cry.

He snarled at her with a hateful expression that made her sick to her stomach. She realized then, that she pushed him too far. "I'm so-"

"So now you apologize? Tch! Shameless, just like your slut of a mother," He spat coldly. He walked past her, bumping into her shoulder. She began to tear up as she watched him leave. 

"Wait! You don't mean that! Come back!" Ryla shed one tear, then another. "Dad, please listen!"

He didn't respond, slowly melting into the shadow of the main building. He disappeared from sight, and Ryla fell to her knees sobbing. Florina, along with Eirika and Lyn came running over. Ike and Hector, who had been sparring on the other side of the weapons shed, looked on helplessly. 

"Kiran, what happened?!" Eirika rushed to her side, offering a handkerchief. Ryla took it, wiping her tears only for more to follow.

"I- hic! I made my daddy angry," She wept as Lyn and Florina came over. Eirika rubbed her back gently, full of sympathy for the girl. "He's not coming back! Waahaaa!"

"Shhh, it'll be okay," Eirika lifted Ryla bridal style, carrying her inside. "He'll get over it. Everyone does. Just give him some time to himself, he'll come back. I'm sure he cares for you deeply."

"B-but I called him an asshat, and accused him of sleeping around!" She blubbered, crying into Eirika's blouse. "I don't know what I was thinking!"

"Breathe, Kiran, breathe. I promise you, he'll calm down. Let's get you to your room," Eirika gave Lyn and Florina a quick glance, mouthing find him! 

"Will he? Will he really?"

"Yes, he will. It's okay."

"Sniff... thanks..."

"No need to thank me. I was once in a similar state, and I had a friend who helped me grieve. I'm here for you, okay?" Eirika gave her a reassuring smile. Ryla nodded weakly, then reburied her face in the princess' blouse. When she wasn't looking, Eirika frowned deeply. She was starting to think more openly about Akros, and now this happened. 

However she wasn't so narrow-minded to not consider his side. Obviously she upset him to the point where he had that outburst, as he left her crying. That and Ryla mentioned insulting him, making her more aware of the demon's feelings. He was likely just as upset as his daughter was currently, but his whereabouts were as easy to locate as a needle in a haystack. 

The demon went where he pleased, as everyone who met him knew. Byleth told Eirika in private how he could warp basically anywhere he wanted to as long as he had a base shadow to dive into. So once the princess laid the weary summoner to sleep, she set out to try and find him. There was no doubt he was furious, both at Ryla and himself, and would take it out on whatever was nearby. A path of destruction would be all it took to find him.

However, it proved no easy task. Days passed, soon turning into weeks of Akros' absence. Ryla sulked in her bedroom, either crying in bed or on the toilet in her private bathroom. She had a luxury suite, on par with Alfonse and Sharena as she was highly ranked among the Askrian army. 

Wevyn stayed with her, bringing her food and keeping her company while the others prepared to depart to the front lines. Still, they were down quite some power with Akros gone. Anna insisted they go forward with the plan, so 30 heroes including 6 healing mages teleported to the front lines. Ryla was meant to travel with them for security, so she could resurrect them with the Light's Blessings that only she could use.

Eirika, Lyn, Lucina and others tried to console the depressed teen, to no affect. It became certain that the only person that could cure her depression was the cause of it, and they had no method of contacting or tracking him down.

However, a glimmer of hope was ignited when Anna read a report from the northwestern front. Eliwood had written a detailed letter telling of them finding barren and demolished fortresses, encampments, and bases where the Emblian forces should be. There was no blood, but there was several repeat cases of the western encampment: smoldering lava lakes. 

"It's him," Anna said in disbelief. "He went on a rampage in his anger, taking it out on the Emblian forces..."

She continued reading, and regretted doing so. She wanted to throw up as Eliwood mentioned a mountain of headless corpses, horses and men seemingly eaten alive, and rotting skulls pierced upon spears. Anna felt horrible knowing he and the other heroes experienced this in person. She was also conflicted on whether to tell Ryla. If she found out, it may improve or worsen her depression.

Then her heart skipped a beat at one of Eliwood's sentences. 

"Dragon stones found nearby human bodies, but no dragon carcasses nor manakete corpses."

"Wait... this is like before! No corpses, but why only the dragons? Does he possess a means of absorption? What else would he do with dead dragons... unless he can perform necromancy. Maybe he has a limit of how many he can reanimate, choosing only dragonkin? No, that doesn't make sense it'd take more magic to revive one dragon then a hundred men. Ugh, he's so hard to figure out."

Anna tussled with the thought, but ultimately set it aside for a later date. She informed Ryla of her father's actions, which aroused her from her zombie like state.

"He what?! No no no! That idiot's gonna get himself killed!" Ryla grabbed Anna's shirt with a maniacal expression. Her robe had long been taken off so Anna was able to see the desperation in the girl's eyes. "Please stop him! Before it's too late!"

"Kiran, calm down! Our, your heroes are moving forward to meet up with him! He'll be okay, I promis-"

"No more promises! Just bring him back!" Ryla wailed, starting to weep again. "I need him..."

Anna left her to Wevyn, who had been waiting outside. She gave the general a tired smile and a thumbs up. Anna didn't feel like she helped much, as Ryla was crying again.

Anna wrote a letter back to Eliwood, telling him that he and his squadron needed to hurry for the sake of Ryla's mental health.

"I do not know how much longer she will hold on to her sanity. I only restarted the ticking clock with the news of him being alive. You need to hurry, but be safe! -Anna"

A few days later, after much anxiety had passed through Arska and its inhabitants, Eliwood's next letter arrived. Anna read it with Lachesis, who had been talking with her about Ryla's state at the time. The blonde had used healing magic several times to soothe the girl and to keep her physical health from crumbling. 

They were astonished, horrified, and happy all at once at the news of Akros being seen alive, fighting for his life against the Fell Dragon Grima. Somehow he slew it, and according to Lucina and Chrom who watched the fight, the dragon's body was sucked into his blade. The same sword that he first showed up with, now was about 16 feet long, 12 feet of serrated blade and 4 of hilt and handle. 

Eliwood noted how the blade glowed and grew noticeably, even from a distance after absorbing Grima's body. He confirmed Anna's suspicion of Akros' sword growing from the consumption of corpses, but why only dragons? Eliwood didn't seem to know, but guessed it was due to the magic in the sword. 

Eliwood also stated that Akros seemed slightly off. He was surrounded by a bright yellow aura and his flaming wings were of the same color. The of his head, or perhaps his hair as Chrom speculated was spiked unusually upwards and bright yellow as well. His tail armor and horns were still purple. Eliwood had no idea as to what happened to Akros, but described his strength as 'ungodly'. The demon punched one of Grima's horns into smithereens. 

Anna and Lachesis gawked at the information, but recollected themselves and kept reading, not missing a single word. Eliwood wrote about Akros roaring so loudly it hurt their ears even though they stayed a mile away. That, and an odd spectacle of his body and blade turning bright silver at certain times, whenever he took a blow from Grima. When this happened, Lucina pointed out that he took far less damage even sent the dragon reeling in pain. It was an unknown phenomenon without explanation, besides Eliwood writing 'Hardening Magic?'. 

He ended his letter with the declaration that they were approaching Akros after his battle with Grima, seeing it was a prime opportunity to speak as he was exhausted and likely unable to retreat into shadow in this state. 

"I pray for their safety," Lachesis pursed her lips. "That demon... he's special."

"You're right about that, but let's worry about his talents after he calms down his daughter," Anna stood from her seat. "Lachesis, could you tell Kiran yourself? I think she likes you more."

"Apparently she does," The blonde cleric chuckled. "I feel horrible for the girl, truly. If I were to lose my brother, Eldigan... I can't say I'd fare much better."

"Right," Anna responded curtly. "Please hurry. The faster she knows the better."

Lachesis nodded, then left the office with haste. Anna sat down, rubbing her temples. She froze as she did, remembering how the last time she did this, Akros appeared behind her. She turned around, but nothing was there.

"What am I thinking? He doesn't really care about me. I'm just a vessel for his lust... I wish we were more..."

Meanwhile, with Eliwood and the squadron of heroes.

The Askrians were happy to wait further away from the rampaging demon, letting the heroes move up. Lyn and Byleth were the two who offered to approach him, as they knew him the best. The other heroes were on standby, weapons sheathed but ready to fight in case things went south. 

Lyn and Byleth ginger approached a drained, wounded Akros, who sat on top of a pile of corpses. Hellreaver had been stabbed into the ground nearby, deep enough that the grip was at his waist height. The bright yellow aura had faded away, and his hair was black again.

They stopped about 10 meters away, when Akros shifted his head towards them. Lyn gasped and Byleth grimaced at the closer view of his body.

Where his eyes should be was a gash cutting through his face. He hopped down from his seat, then faced them showing the rest of his body. His right arm was completely gone, only a cavity left in his shoulder socket, revealing purple flesh and black bone. His tail had a broken segment near the base, so it lay limp behind him. Blood and gore soaked his body, a mixture of red and purple paint coating his skin. The only clean section of his body were his pants, which where currently mending as they were in tatters.

In the hollow gash upon his face, two small red glowing orbs floated where his eyeballs would be normally. His wings were intact, but drooped behind him. Akros grabbed the grip of Hellreaver, tugging once, then twice, finally ripping it out of the ground on his third attempt. His left arm hung low as it could only bear so much of the sword's weight.

Akros remained absolutely still then, looking at the two women with his iridescient eyes. Lyn and Byleth had their weapons sheathed, and with a nod from the latter Lyn walked a little closer to the injured demon.

"Akros? Do you remember me?" She said softly, but loud enough to reach his ears. "It's me, Lyn."

"You will not fool me again, bitch!" Akros howled, his voice hoarse and pained. "Loki, you've stooped so low to assume the form of honest woman such as Lyn? I will rip you asunder!"

"Wait! Ak-" Lyn jumped to the side, narrowly avoiding Hellreaver's edge as it slammed into the ground where she had been. She drew Mani Katti, her magic katana that rested at her hip. "Listen to me!"

"Silence, wench!" 

Byleth held a closed fist in the air beside her head, letting the other heroes know not to intervene yet. Still, they drew their weapons. Akros heard the sound of metal sliding against wood and other materials, and roared louder.

"More heroes?! Grrrrr..." He snarled, refocusing on Lyn who began to cold sweat. "I shall not die easily! Come, Emblian scum!"

"Akros, I'm the real Lyn! We came to- urgh?!" Akros body slammed into her with breakneck speed. She barely had time to back step to lessen the impact and was sent flying anyway. 

"Lyn!" Hector and Eliwood cried from further away. Eliwood reared his steed and went to help her, while Hector glared at Akros. "Byleth, what now?!"

"Give me just a second!" She turned Akros, who stalked over to her while dragging Hellreaver on his right side. He suddenly had a coughing fit, retching up blood. "Akros, I'm the real Byleth. Do you remember what we talked about over tea?"

"What?!" Akros bellowed in disbelief, halting.

"You told me about the Abyss, and the demons that lived there while I took notes. I told you about my best friend turning into a dragon and having to fell her. Remember me now?" Byleth was usually pokerfaced and without much emotion, but for once she sounded desperate. "Please, come back to Arska. Your daughter, Kiran needs you!"

"You mean Ryla? Heh. Hah. Hah! RAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAGH!!" His body shook violently as he cackled. He took a deep breath, then said in a low voice. "What does she need from me? I'm not even her real father."

"She worries about you!" Byleth pleaded. "I beg, return with us! She's fallen into a state of depression, and we don't know how long she'll last!"

"How long... she'll last?" His head drooped and his voice was barely audible. 

"Please, stop this madness before you die! You're a walking corpse, for all that it's worth! Let us heal you, and come see your daughter!" Byleth sensed his anger wavering. The red orbs flickered.

"Before... I... die..." Akros let go of Hellreaver, which crashed into the ground leaving an indent. He looked at his one remaining hand, trying to flex it and failing. He chuckled hollowly. "You are... right. I am... not long for... this world."

"So come with us! We can heal you!" Byleth glanced back to the other heroes, beckoning forward the six healers. Genny used Physic from a distance to heal Akros, his arm starting to slowly regrow along with his face. He smiled wearily.

"As you wish..." He fell to his knees. His the last ounce of his strength, the touched the hilt of Hellreaver and sent it to his inventory. Then he collapsed face down. 

Byleth gingerly grew closer, and poked his healthy shoulder. Nothing. She sighed in relief, then called out to the other heroes: "He's passive! Healers get to work! I need some strong men to help me carry him into a carriage!"

The heroes' squadron sent Akros in a carriage to the nearest base with a teleportation array. Byleth stayed by his side inside the carriage, with two Askrian knights taking turns driving. He was now stable, his injuries healed completely thanks to the efforts of several skilled healing mages and clerics. His own regeneration had yet to kick in as he wasn't yet rested enough. 

Byleth sat to the side while Akros laid on top of several blankets upon the floor. During the ride, she took notes on how his body had changed over the past month. His entire body grew, and he was now 8.5 feet tall. His muscles continued to grow, making him look like an demon bodybuilder. Even while restrained, his magic aura was dense enough to suffocate a normal man. Byleth could breathe fine, but the effect was still noticeable. 

His hair was black again, besides that there was no other color changes. His tail seemed longer as well, and his wings grew massively. The previous wingspan of 14 feet had grown into 20 feet, as each wing grew 3 feet in total length between the three blade segments. They never lost their illustrious shine, even when he was on death's door. His horns had grown slightly, the smaller parts that pointed upward had grown about an inch while the longer main branch started to curl at the back of his head like a crown.

Hours passed, and Byleth grew weary. She made sure the knights up front weren't watching, then laid herself next to the sleeping demon. She used his bicep as a pillow and clung to him for warmth, which he radiated. She was pleasantly surprised to find out that he didn't reek of body odor. After Lilina used water mage to clean off his body, his scent restored itself with time. She hummed contently at the smell of lavender, snuggling into his side.

When she woke up, he hadn't moved an inch. Sitting up, she glanced at his sleeping face in awe, then recalled the morning after Akros arrived in this world. Kiran, or Ryla according to him, had to drag her father around. Falling dozens of feet from a balcony had no effect. With that in mind, Byleth assumed he'd naturally wake up when it was time.

She sat on top of his chest crisscross, thinking about what to do when he woke when a knight poked his helmeted head in from the front. "Lady Byleth, we'll reach our destination within the hour. Do try to wake him if possible."

"Noted. Thank you," Was her curt response. The knight let her be, and she resumed her thoughts.

Time flew by, before she knew it the carriage had stopped for inspection at the gates of base Friig. An Askrian guard opened the tarp on the back of the carriage, revealing Byleth standing on Akros' chest. The guard faltered at the sight.

"Uh, Lady Byleth?"

"Pay him no mind," Byleth spoke in her usual flat tone. "There's nothing else in here."

"...right," The guard responded awkwardly. He closed the tarp and told the other guards the carriage was clear to enter. 

Byleth huffed in exasperation. "Come on, Akros. What can I do wake you up?"

At her wit's end, she didn't want to harm him so she attempted her last resort: stimulation. She did this several ways. Pressing her bosom against chest, his face, his hands, even his crotch. The last one had some reaction. After that she rubbed him through his pants with her hands, eventually causing him to harden. 

She pulled his pants and boxers down at once, letting his erection spring free. She stared wide-eyed for a brief moment.

"15 inches? Where do I even start?" Byleth gulped nervously. She stroked his shaft with both hands, barely reaching all the way around it. "This'll have to do... or maybe my breasts? I can't possibly fit this inside me."

Byleth gave him a tender handjob as she kissed the head of his cock. It began to pulse after about 15 minutes of this, making Byleth think he was about to burst. She took his head in her mouth, sucking as hard as she could to make him climax. She didn't want to be seen doing this if possible. 

Her eyes bulged when he finally came, flooding her mouth with semen. She gulped it down with difficulty, but her will to be clean got her through it. After swallowing a gallon of semen, she wiped her lips with a handkerchief. She stared at his yet to be flaccid groin, at a loss. She went this far, why not dive deeper? 

Byleth started to undo her chest armor and top, when she heard him groan. She hurriedly did her chest up, but panicked at his erection. What would she say? 

Akros sat up, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "I feel so much better now. Thanks, Byle... ayo."

He took notice of the situation he was currently in. He looked at Byleth, then at his crotch, then at Byleth again. She trembled with a nervous smile. "I, uh..."

"Wanted to wake me up?" Akros facepalmed. "And this was your answer?"

"You didn't respond to anything else at all!" She retorted, puffing her cheek and looking away with a blush. "It tasted really sweet too..."

"Say what?" It was Akros' turn to smile nervously. He had no idea of what his semen tasted like, but knew it wasn't supposed to taste good. Typically in erotic manga, the girl might call it 'salty'. 

"Your semen, why does it taste sweet?" Byleth glanced at his penis, blushing harder. "And your... member tasted oddly good too."

"Good lord, Byleth. You blew me?" Akros sighed. "Now I'm sad I missed it."

"That's not important now! You're awake, and we're here. The carriage will stop at any moment. Put that," Byleth pointed at his erection. "Away."

"Yeah. We're totally fucking later though," Akros stood up and pulled his pants up. He licked his lips. "I want a taste of you."

"What?!" She covered her crotch in embarrassment, looking at him anxiously. "I only stimulated you to wake you up!"

"Relax, I'm teasing," Akros grinned. "You know, I'm deadly good at eating pussy."

"Pervert! Leave me alone!"

"Fine, fine. If you need release, you need only ask."

The carriage stopped, and the knight from earlier peered in again. "Lady Byleth, we've arrived at the array..."

His voice faltered at Byleth's red face and Akros, now awake, with a sly expression. "Lord Akros, you're awake!"

"That I am," Akros felt odd being called lord by a human, but made no fuss of it. Regular humans such as this knight were like ants to him. "Where's the teleportation array?"

"I will lead my lord and lady there," The knight replied respectfully. Byleth and Akros exited the back of the carriage and stepped outside. He took a moment to get used to the bright sun, hissing at it. He had gotten used to ashen skies over the last month. 

He and the curvecaous professor followed the knight to a warehouse that was surrounded by guards. Akros noted that the security in this base was superior to that of Farult, the fortress he visited in the western side of the nation. 

It was around the size of a football stadium. Guards were all over, donned in armor and wielding swords, spears, or halberds. Archers served as lookout in towers along the brick walls. Many of the guards eyed Akros warily. They all knew of his rampage, but if it wasn't for his imposing stature the Askr knights would've thanked him for his efforts. All of them heard about his near death battle against the Fell Dragon Grima, their largest fear from Embla.

"Most of my comrades are too scared to say it, but we owe you, Lord Akros," The knight leading them said over his shoulder. "You slew a beast of god-like power. All of us were scared to face it in battle. Well, it would've been more of a massacre."

"Hmph. If I was at my full strength, I could've killed it with ease," Akros scoffed, remembering his encounter with Loki, the Goddess of Mischief. He grit his teeth angrily. "That whore Loki took my sight. That's the only reason it was a challenge."

"Loki, as in Goddess of Mischief Loki?" Byleth asked cautiously. "How'd that happen?"

Akros sighed pitifully. "She took the form of a young girl, crying and alone. I was still in control at that point, so I went out of my way to find her shelter. When I got close, she drew a magic dagger and slashed my face, rending my eyes completely. Her laughter sent me into a ballistic state, and I lost what little reason I had left."

"That's awful..." Byleth wasn't an emotional gal, but she was sympathetic for Akros. She would've done the same thing in his shoes. She took his hand and held it tightly. "I'm so sorry, Akros. Such a thing is unforgiveable."

"She hit me where it hurts. Somehow she knew or by luck she struck my worst trauma, but that doesn't matter now." Akros said, giving her a grateful smile. "Thanks, Byleth."

She blushed a little as she returned the expression. The knight cleared his throat awkwardly, causing them to jump and let go of each other's hands. 

"Excuse us," Byleth said sheepishly. "I had no intention of making things... awkward for you, sir knight."

"D-don't worry about it, milady! All is well," The knight reassured. The doors to the teleportation warehouse opened, and he stepped out of the way. "I've got you both cleared. Enter at your leisure."

"Many thanks," Akros yawned, casually walking past him and into the array. Byleth bowed to the guards, then followed him with haste. "I got this. Forget anything, before we go?"

"No. Go ahead and activate it," She responded curtly. He kneeled, then pressed his hand to the floor. The doors to the warehouse shut as the runes on the floor began to glow. When the glow got brighter, she spoke the name of their destination. "Arska!"

The runes flashed with blue light and they were warped back the Order of Heroes' home base. Akros panted, making Byleth worry. "What's wrong?"

"Low on magic energy," He grunted, pushing himself upright. He unsteadily began to shuffle to the doors of the main complex. "My magic recovery speed is that of a slug."

"Hmm," Byleth hummed, writing it down on her notepad. Akros looked at her oddly.

"Why is that thing always on you?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" She tilted her head cutely, raising an eyebrow. He threw his hands in the air, exasperated.

"Whaddaya mean, 'why wouldn't it be'? It just weighs you down!" 

Byleth looked at her journal, tossing a few times. "It only weighs about 3 pounds. I don't see the issue."

"Like how you don't see the issue with sucking me off and then rejecting my advance?" Akros teased, nudging her shoulder. She blushed slightly, looking away.

"That is different, obviously. There is some issue with my logic. However, sexual intercourse is meant to be between lovers," She poked his stomach. "You're not there yet."

"Aha. So I just need to make you fall for me?" He laughed in earnest, even though he was struggling to walk correctly. They reached a staircase, and as they traversed the steps Akros would stumble a bit. Byleth would reach out to grab him every time, worried that he'd fall all the way down.

"You know, I haven't walked through here a lot," He admitted, taking in the style of Arska with awe. "This place is quite ah, exquisite? That's the word."

"I agree," Byleth nodded, sneaking glances at the demon. He was quite attractive when he wasn't berserk, she admitted to herself. His rippling muscles and purple shimmering body parts were pleasing to the eye. The only issue was that his black skin made it hard to see the definition in his abdominal muscles, which she knew were amazing. When she serviced him earlier, she got a nice close view of his solid 8-pack. 

"Byleth? Byleeeeeth?" Akros saw her zoning out. When that didn't work, he smacked his tail against the ground, startling her out of her thoughts. She turned around and drew her sword quickly out of reflex, but stood down when she saw his wagging tail. 

"Sorry, as you were saying?" She sheathed the Creator Sword, continued to stroll with him. He gestured all around them. 

"Where is everyone? I've never seen this place so empty."

Byleth thought for a moment, recalling something Eliwood said after reading Anna's last letter: "Ryla's condition is worsening. Her mind is beginning to succumb to madness, and she is refusing to eat. Once Akros is pacified, bring him to her immediately!". She began to run to the summoner's room, sending Akros into confusion. He pursued her, asking: "What gives?!"

"The summoner! I dallied for far too long, we must hurry!" Byleth ran at full speed, but Akros kept up with a mere job due to his strong, long legs. Not like he could sprint in his current recovering state anyway.

"Shit! Thanks for reminding me!" He cursed himself for forgetting the very reason all of this happened. He sped up, pushing his aching legs to their limit. He slid on the floor to lose his momentum when he accidentally passed Ryla's bedroom. Skidding with his claws, he grit his teeth in pain at the sensation. He scurried to her door and yanked it open. "Ryla!"

He felt his heart grow cold at the sight before him. She lay in bed deadly thin and pale, like an elderly grandmother on her deathbed. Her hair was matted with grease because she hadn't bathed in a long time, and her eyes were blank. Wevyn sat beside her, downcast. The former pegasus knight looked up at him sadly, shaking her head with tears in her eyes. 

"What... what happened?! Is she...?" Akros had to force the words out, all air leaving his lungs as everything seemed to slow to halt. "Dead?"

"She had been depressed ever since you left," Wevyn sniveled. "She blamed herself for what happened between you two. The toll on her mind worsened with every day, and her will to live weakened. When she heard you were on a destructive killing spree in the northwestern front, she became even more upset with herself, thinking she made you so angry you'll kill yourself in your rage. A few hours ago, her hand became cold... I'm so sorry."

"..." Akros began to tremble. He clenched his hands so tightly blood spurted from them, the splattering of liquid being the only sound in the room. His hair began to flash yellow, his eyes flickering between teal and their normal color. Then suddenly he was calm. His body stilled, and he was silent. Wevyn stared at him in fear.

"A-akros?" Byleth said from behind, having only just caught up to him. She saw Ryla, and her eyes widened. She was never close to the summoner, but felt a pang of pain at the sight of her withered body. Her eyes drifted to the blood dripping from the demon's palms, and she took a step back. "Akros?"

He said nothing. His eyes were closed, as if he was thinking. He opened one bleeding palm, and out of nowhere a syringe appeared in it. Wevyn and Byleth gawked in disbelief, then realized what he was about to do. 

"Wait! Think about this!" Wevyn shot up from her chair. "I don't know what that liquid is, but consider what could happen-"

"What could happen?" Akros laughed without humor. "Girl, she's not dead. Her soul still resides in her body."

"Oh... praise the gods," Wevyn fell back into her chair. "Is that a healing elixir?"

"Better," He muttered as he pressed the point to his daughter's sickly thin arm. "Ryla, I hope you'll forgive me."

Before Wevyn or Byleth could ask what he meant by those words, he injected the liquid into Ryla's arm. Once he pulled the needle out, he took a step back. "Wevyn, give her some space. You may want to close your eyes as well."

"O-okay!" She did as she was told, moving a few paces backward and shutting her eyes tight. Byleth stayed at the door, watching in wonder and horror as Ryla's body began to contort. 

Her skin began to turn redder, and she ballooned with muscle. Her body jolted as bones grew rapidly. She was pushed upward as wings sprouted from her back, joined by a tail a second later. Her eyes shot open, turning black. She shrieked in agony, her voice becoming slightly deeper and less human. Her teeth turned black and sharp, pushing the old ones out with bloody pops. Her hair paled until it was bleach blonde, and grew longer. 

Her clothes were torn to shreds as her body expanded, exposing her neon red skin for the three onlookers to see. Her nails became black claws. Her tail had a segmented exoskeleton of the same black bone her nails and horns were, and ended with an arrow shaped blade. Her eyes solidified with black sclera, bright green irises, and red pupils. Her horns protruded from her temples, piercing through her long blonde hair. They were curled like a ram's, ending with a point that faced forward after one full rotation. 

The pain faded away, and Ryla looked at her hands in bewilderment. Her body's build was similar to before, she maintained her hourglass figure but was covered in lean muscle. Her arms were especially bulky. She turned to Akros who watched with pride. 

"Daddy?" Her voice was now lower and with a clique reverb that Japanese depicted demons with. "What... what have you done?!"

"I saved you from your feeble human flesh. I've made sure now that you can travel through worlds, including the Abyss. My main objective in this world is now complete," He studied her body with calculating eyes. Her nudity didn't faze him, even though her breasts were quite large. "You will never be weak again."

"Okay, without the damn cliche lines! Like, what exactly have you done to me?" Ryla lowered her voice, realizing how she was now speaking the demon language. Her words traveled directly to the souls of her audience. She took in her body with curiosity, which quickly turned into excitement. "I feel so... strong! But why is everything so small?"

"Stand up and you'll see."

Ryla did as told, gawking at Akros, because he was now shorter. Ryla's new body stood at 9 feet, with a wingspan 40 feet wide. She couldn't unfurl her wings completely in her room much to her disappointment. "Did you make me a demon? How?!"

"That's a secret," Akros held a finger to his lips. His palms had stopped bleeding, the wounds created by his own talons healed during her transformation. "How do you like your new body, hm?"

"It's so cool! What kind of magic can I use? Can I use shadow magic? I wanna fly! What if-"

"Child! Calm yourself," Akros raised his voice to get her attention, and she looked down.

"Sorry, daddy."

"It's fine, I understand you're excited. But before that we need to plan for the future. These two saw all of this happen," Akros wrapped his tail around Byleth abruptly, catching her off guard. She resisted, wriggling in his grip. He pulled her inside Ryla's bedroom and shut the door, locking it. Then he set Byleth down beside Wevyn, who realized what was happening and shivered frightfully.

"Y-you're not gonna k-kill me, right?" Wevyn's voice was but a whisper, her eyes wide. "Please, master, don't do this."

"I don't want to kill either of you," He said, deathly calm as he had his tail blade hover behind their heads. "Unless you wish to suffer beyond existence, you will not speak of what occurred here today. Understood?"

Byleth and Wevyn nodded hastily. Neither made a peep. Then out of the blue, Akros smiled.

"I jest. Wevyn, you've done well to care for my daughter. I will reward you handsomely. Byleth, you... hell, I'll give you the same treatment. I don't wanna kill you," Akros spawned two more syringes in either hand. "I'll turn you into demons, and you'll become my companions. Otherwise I'll be forced to kill you. Choice is yours."

"W-wait, why are you doing this?" Byleth sputtered, confused and afraid. "What happens after this? How can you explain this to the others?"

"I'm not. Now that my work in this world is done, I shall destroy it. Every last soul I can get my hands on will be mine, or yours as you will become able to devour souls as a demon. I will slay the other heroes for their noble souls. If this is too much for you, then you can stay in hiding while I bring destruction to all," Akros grinned madly. "I'm nigh immortal to humans now. You'd be wise to join me, and ascend."

"You've gone mad!" Byleth said, angry tears running down her face. She drew the Creator Sword, then rushed Akros with a battle cry. "What?!"

The blade stopped at his skin. She slashed again to no effect, his skin bouncing her sword right off. She stabbed at his eyes, thinking it'd be a weak point. Instead the blade shattered against his left eye as it was covered by a patch of silvery Haki. "This can't be..."

"How unfortunate. I didn't want to do this," He sent the syringes back to his inventory, then produced a new one that was smaller. "I pray that you will forgive me, Byleth."

"No! Don't..." She fell unconscious after the injection, caught before she hit the ground. Akros gently laid her on Ryla's bed, then gave Wevyn a precursory glance. She pursed her lips, uncertain of what to do. She was loyal to Akros before after he spared her, and provided for her. Now he owed her after she cared for Ryla. She realized that ascending to a higher lifeform was worth it. She should've died as a human a month ago anyways, she thought.

"What's it gonna be, Wevyn?" 

"I'll follow you, master. My loyalty has yet to waver, and it certainly won't if I change for the better like she did," The white-haired girl flicked her eyes at the female war demon who watched curiously to try and understand her father's plans. 

Ryla was close friends with Wevyn now, but she'd kill the knight herself if Akros ordered it. She was dominantly loyal to her father, especially after he powered her up. Wevyn figured this would be the case, seeing firsthand how deeply Ryla felt for her father. 

"I was already willing to be your sex slave, why should I question your will now?" Wevyn said steadily, looking Akros in the eyes firmly. He smiled, relieved. 

"Thank fuck. I take no pleasure in drugging women. Now, your transformation won't be quite the same as Ryla's. Want me to spoil it?"

"You know what? Don't. Inject me and let's see what happens," Wevyn smiled with cold excitement. "I want to see what form you've prepared for me, master."

"Feisty, perfect," Akros tossed away the empty syringe that put Byleth to sleep. He summoned one of the syringes from before, then approached Wevyn. As he held it to her shoulder, he gave her a moment to steel herself. "This is going to hurt like hell. Perhaps I should knock you out?"

"No!" Weveyn surprised him with her bold shout. She grit her teeth and shut her eyes. "I can take it!"

"..." Akros silently praised her will. He'd struck gold when he settled for copper. 

He injected the vial of liquid, as soon as the needle left her body Wevyn collapsed and writhed in agony. Her screams soon emerged despite her efforts.

Her body expanded rapidly tearing her clothes apart. The crunch of shifting bones and the ripping of skin quickly accompanied her wails of pain. Her skin turned light blue. Gleaming pearl white scales the same shade as her hair covered a majority of her body, leaving only her face, breasts, butt cheeks, and genital area. 

Her eyes swirled as they changed, the sclera becoming bright blue, similar to her skin color but more vibrant and less pale. Her iris turned bright yellow and her pupil became a red dot, just like Akros and Ryla. Wevyn's hair now cascaded down to her knees, and was thicker than before. Even her bangs now reached her collar. Horns stuck out of her hair, splitting the skin above her eyebrows. The straight horns were silver, gleaming like her scales. She had silver claws that replaced her nails. Her human teeth were replaced with a shark-like serrated set that were silver as well. 

Three bumps emerged on her back, and with a bloodcurdling cry they burst open. Two wings of her skin color emerged, covered in dark blue blood. Each wing was 30 feet wide, totally for a 64 foot wingspan with her shoulders. She was 12 feet tall now, and her body possessed large bulging muscles unlike Ryla's lean frame. Her chest was flat, but her wide hips and massive rear made up for the lack of of bosom. Right above her meaty behind lay a scaled tail with spikes running down each side at the center symmetrically. The silver spikes at the end of her tail were larger and were webbed together, creating a large dorsal fin. 

Spikes ran down the back of her forearms, ending with a large blade at her elbow. Her shins were similar, her knees also sporting a spike that jutted out. She now had four toes on her feet, and four fingers on each hand. Her feet were shaped like Akros' in a dinosaur like fashion, but with the last toe sprouting from the heel. Her hands possessed two thumbs and two gripping fingers of equal length, akin to the hands of an Elite from Halo. Harder, thicker scales coated the back of her hands, the bottom of her feet, and her neck. They were still flexible, but were visibly denser than the rest of her coat.

Wevyn stopped screaming abruptly, not realizing the pain stopped. She scrambled to her feet, looking at her body the best she could without a mirror. The human sized mirror on the wall was far too small now. 

"I... I..." Wevyn trembled, her eyes beginning to water. Akros winced, not expecting her to cry. Ryla smiled knowingly as the tall female began to sob in joy. "I'm reborn! I can't praise you enough, mastaa!!"

"No nee- GAH!!"She crushed Akros in a hug with her powerful arms. The air was forced out of his lungs as he was crushed against her muscle-bound chest, causing him to lose his concentration briefly. Then the sound of his bones creaking brought him back to reality. "Let... go!"

"Oh! Forgive me, Master!" Wevyn frightfully released him, prostrating in front of him. "Please punish this foolish woman!"

"Ow..." Akros rubbed his aching ribs. He glanced at Ryla, who was holding in laughter at the cliche scene. She had seen similar events happen in anime back in her original world. Akros frowned at her. "Don't you dare laugh."

He faced the sniveling, submissive Wevyn. She had planted her face on the ground, not daring to look at her master as guilt and shame plagued her mind. "I'm not going to reprimand you for a display of affection. However, both of you need to be aware of your strength increase. You will need time to properly adjust. Ryla, you are now a war demon. Your physical strength is on par with mine, and you should have an affinity with space magic due to your summoning skills. Wevyn, your name reminded me of 'Wyvern', so I have made you a frost demon dragon. Your primary magic will be demonic ice, maybe with an affinity for lightning or water magic? You should also have a locked ability to transform into a dragon, but you will need to empower yourself by consuming souls and... we'll talk more about this later, there's a lot I need to say, but now isn't the time. Do you two comprehend what I've told you so far?"

"Yes!" "Understood!"

"Good, now it's her  turn. It seems in the end, I'll have to Charm her like Ulvone..." Akros muttered somberly. He liked Byleth's personality a lot. The woman was very calm and collected, emotionless around most. She only began to break her shell slightly with Akros, the only man who dared to tease her. Akros saw her as a being with potential, especially with her mechanical mind and ability to kill without second thought. The other syringe from before Byleth attacked him reappeared. 

"Daddy, who's Ulvone?" Ryla asked, mystified. "What do you mean by Charm? Don't tell me..."

"Charm is a passive seductive skill that activates when I lust for a woman or when they lust for me," Akros heaved a sigh. "It's more of a pain in environment like this. Anna got charmed, and now she's a slut for me. Ulvone is a spider queen I met in the middle Abyss who has the biggest rack I've ever seen. I was um, captivated and so when I touched her she became helplessly attracted and obedient."

"Wow... so it's like a succubus trait?" Wevyn was in awe. "But then why am I not affected?"

"I don't think of you that way, neither you me it seems. I think of Ryla as my daughter even though she technically has no relation to me whatsoever now. Charm won't effect those I consider kin, thankfully," Akros petted Ryla's head, making her coo in delight. "I don't love the thought of enslaving every woman I come across, but I've kept the skill so I can use it against angels. I will encounter them one day, but probably not in this world."

"Angels are a myth here," Wevyn nodded. "So were demons, until you appeared. I would've thought angels would've came to stop you during your mad streak."

"Well, each world has a different heaven. Different heavens have different power scalings. Some worlds host powerful seraphim, while others have only two winged angels. The average two winged angel is about as powerful as a low-rank demon about to promote."

"Ohhh..." Both girls nodded in understanding. Akros then delivered the serum into Byleth's body, then backed away. The bed was already slightly destroyed by Ryla's transformation, and would likely not survive this one.

The navy-haired woman's eyes shot open as her body started shaking violently. She looked at herself, then at Akros with defeat in her eyes. "So this is it? Am I your slave after this?"

"Lest you comply of your own volition, yes," He stated coldly. 

She smiled sadly knowing her fate was sealed, then her face abruptly contorted into an expression of pain. She howled and writhed as her body enlarged and changed shape. Her skin morphed until it was bright, neon green. Her hair grew to her hips and became the same shade as a Akros' skin, doubling in thickness. Her eyes that spun madly; sclera shifting to black, iris becoming bright purple and sharing the same pupil the others bore. A black exoskeleton formed on her body, covering her body the same way Wevyn's scales did. Lean muscle was hidden underneath the shiny carapace, but she was less bulky than Ryla. Her figure was sleek yet solid. 

The exoskeleton glistened with her blood and had purple accents. It featured several rows of spikes along the outsides of her arms, the fronts of her legs, her shoulders, back of her hands and fingers, and the bottom of her feet. The spikes on her soles were thinner and more jagged, made to help her grip into even the smoothest of surfaces.

Byleth let loose an inhuman roar of agony as two beetle wings emerged from her shoulder blades. They had the same material as the exoskeleton to cover them. The wings themselves went down to her knees when down. Her shoulder was at Ryla's head, as she was now 10 feet tall. She had no tail, leaving her large buttocks uncovered. Her breasts grew to be bigger than Ryla's, soft green flesh refusing to sag even though they hung out far from her ribs.

Black horns with purple tips stabbed into the air above her. Her horns were L shaped, each one horizontal for a few inches before pointing straight up at a 90 degree angle. They potruded from her temples like Ryla's. 

Her teeth were replaced with purple needle-like fangs, her cheeks hollowing into thin membranes to allow for a gaping maw. Her lips remained, so when she finally quieted down, her mouth looked human aside from the lines on each side. Her facial features were more feral, her cruel eyes accented by a sharp nose. Her ears were pointed just like the other three, and she had the same jagged eyebrows the girls had. 

She got to her feet, dizzy from her new body. She slowly took in her nude body and as she did her expression began to change. From horror to disgust to concern and finally settling with acceptance. Byleth looked at Akros blankly. "I should be enraged by what you've done, but there's no point in that, is there? Could you at least tell me what I've become?"

Akros shook his head. "Sadly, not yet. We're running out of time. I see now that this building is empty because there was an assault from Emblian assassins. The staff seemed to have fled while the heroes and guards fought. However the battle is over, and heroes are beginning to approach this zone. Wait here while I grab something."

He jogged out of the room, returning a minute later. The girls made demons looked at him oddly. Ryla was brave enough to ask; "Why are you empty handed? Did you not find it?"

"Spacial magic, dear. I'll teach it to you all once we return to the Abyss. For now, I shall grant you new names to correspond with your new identities. Remember them well," Akros looked at his daugther sternly. "My daughter, I grant you the name Morwen."

"Morwen... I like it!" The blonde war demon chirped happily, bouncing up and down. 

"Frost demon dragon, I grant you the name... Okami."

"I will prove myself worthy of such a name in battle!" Okami bowed deeply. "My utmost gratitude, master!"

"Lastly, you..." Akros looked at the insect demon, who stared back with no emotion. He felt a bit awkward being shorter than them, but he did this in preparation for the future. They were all middle-rank demons like him, but he would likely grow more than they would. Such was the fate of a male demon. Akros was reminded of Slave Knight Gael for some odd reason when he studied the former Byleth. She was armored because he wanted her to be an agile knight type, and insect demons were among the fastest of their race. She seemed to be compliant with his will but not out of respect or loyalty, simply a lack of hope. So Akros granted her a name similar to his favorite Dark Souls III boss. "Shall be known as Galadriel."

"Thanks," Was her flat reply. Akros kept a straight face, but was cringing on the inside. 

She's like an actual slave now. I'd feel bad, but I have no time. Lyra, show me many souls I left, please.

Souls in Possession: 56,003 normal-grade souls, 12 noble souls, 8 fallen souls, 1 soul of might fragment, 1 evil soul, 1 holy soul

Evil soul is from Grima. Holy soul is from Naga. Soul of might fragment must be from Duma, who was possessing Celica or whatever that psycho's name was. Here I thought I'd be dry after three transformations. How many souls did each cost, Lyra?

"I perfected them to be without side effects and with affinities to magic and so forth. Morwen and Galadriel were 10,000 souls each for their serums. Okami's cost 20,000," Lyra sighed in his head, sounding concerned. "I hope you realize what you're doing. I don't agree, but I can't disagree due to the benefits. Just don't go crazy with this power, I beg of you, Amin."

I'm very aware of the consequences my actions have. I've planned all of this out. I'll transform a few other girls who I like. Only girls so I can Charm them if necessary, not for a harem. Even though that's the end result.

"I'll be best girl though, right?"

Hold on, let's finish this conversation later. I'm running low on time.

A few seconds passed in the real world during their mental conversation. Akros found that closing his eyes as he spoke to Lyra and focusing on her put his mind at a faster clock speed. His perception of time slowed as he talked to her, his concentration locking himself into her existence. She tried to explain how it worked a few times, but only confused the shadow demon.

"Alright you three. We're going to stick together as I destroy everything. You will stick behind me at all times, I am not losing any of you. If I hand a woman to you, that means she's a candidate for ascension. Protect her, but not at the cost of yourself. Understood?"

"Yep!" "Understood!" "Mhm."

Akros grabbed the three of them, then sunk into shadow. Moments after he did, Anna ran into the room. 

"What the hell?! Did Akros take her body?"

As the heroes returned to the complex, they healed and cleaned up. Anna, along with Sharena and Alfonse went searching for the summoner and the now famous shadow demon. His feat of slaying Grima was passed on by the Askrian soldiers who witnessed it.

An hour later, after no success in their search, the three Askrian leaders began to panic. They originally thought Akros had gone to bury Ryla, but then why was Wevyn and Byleth gone as well? Why had Ryla's room been tarnished? They could only assume that Akros had a fit of rage, wrecking the bedroom before taking the other two women to help bury his daughter.

Arska felt oddly quiet...

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