The Devil of Cattivo

"Ahn… h-hngh..." 

The soft moans of a woman echoed through the chamber, resonating like a symphony of surrender. 

The room was a testament to decadence. Golden chandeliers cast a soft, warm glow over walls adorned with intricate carvings of conquests and paintings. 

A massive bed, framed in polished gold and draped with crimson silk, occupied the center, its plush mattress sinking beneath the weight of sex. The air was thick with the scent of rare incense.

Pant! Huff!

"Lord… I-I can't… not anymore..." 

She knelt at the edge of the bed, her body trembling with every breath. Her boobs heaved, her long hair cascading over her bare shoulders like a river of silk. 

Her voice was weak, her breath erratic, as she collapsed forward onto the bed. Her body trembled with exhaustion, her face a mess of both pleasure and fatigue.

The sheen of sweat on her brow caught the golden light, her heavy-lidded eyes reflecting the aftermath of pure ecstasy. 

"Hmph. And here I thought you could handle more." 

A voice, deep and edged with disappointment, reverberated through the room like rolling thunder. 

He stood tall behind her, his shadow enveloping her like a dark cloak. His piercing gaze, glowing faintly with an unholy crimson, swept over the room and its occupants. 

He is the Supreme Lord of Hell, the Sovereign of all devils and demons, the God of Darkness himself—Devil God Asmodeus. His name alone commands terror and reverence across the infernal realms, a being of unfathomable power and insatiable desire.. 

The second woman, who had been watching intently, moved closer, her emerald-green eyes filled with longing. She knelt gracefully beside him, her hands hesitating for a moment before she began to undo the delicate clasps of her dress. 

Slip!

The fabric slid off her shoulders, pooling around her in a fluid motion. Her curves were framed perfectly in the soft glow of the room.

"Please, my lord, Allow me to serve you now."

She whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and reverence. 

Asmodeus glanced at her, his expression unreadable, but his eyes gleamed with intrigue. 

"One of you? That will not suffice." 

His gaze flicked to the others lingering near the bed—each one radiant in her own way, waiting for his command.

"You. And you. Come forward."

The chosen women exchanged quick glances, their expressions shifting from surprise to eager determination. They stepped forward, shedding their garments as if casting away any hesitation. 

 "It is our honor, my lord." 

Asmodeus reclined against the bed's massive headboard, his dark presence dominating the scene. The women surrounded him, their movements slow and reverent. 

One reached out to caress his dick, her touch feather-light, while another knelt beside him, her fingers tracing patterns across his chest. Their eyes glimmered with adoration, their breaths shallow and uneven as they leaned closer.

"Come closer." 

Asmodeus commanded, his voice softer but no less commanding.

One of the women hesitated, then leaned in, her lips brushing against his. 

Kiss! 

The kiss was deliberate, his tongue teasingly tracing her lower lip, pulling her closer as slurping her lips.

Jolt!

"Aah?"

Her eyes widened briefly before fluttering shut, her cheeks flushed as she melted into his touch. She gently licked his frenulum, gradually taking his whole dick into her mouth as she began to savor it.

"SOVEREIGN!"

The door burst open with a loud creak, shattering the moaning sounds of the chamber. The air crackled with tension as a devil stepped into the room. 

His single horn jutted sharply from his forehead, glinting under the eerie glow of the chandelier. His skin, as red as blazing embers, seemed to radiate heat as he shouted in a gravelly voice,

"Sovereign! We've captured the traitor who dared to dishonor you by spreading falsehoods!"

Asmodeus raised a brow, his golden eyes narrowing with irritation. His chiseled features, sharp as a blade, darkened in a mixture of annoyance and restrained fury. 

Without a word, he stood, his towering frame exuding authority. He grabbed his black robe from the armrest—a garment that seemed alive, swirling with tendrils of dark energy—and swept it over his shoulders.

"Leave." 

He commanded coldly, his voice low yet carrying an undeniable weight that sent chills through the room.

The girls who had been serving him stood frozen, watching the exchange, their silken dresses flowing as they moved to leave. 

With a slight nod, the devil bowed his head, his eyes lowered in fear. The girls left without a word, their movements graceful but hurried, as though afraid to linger any longer than necessary.

"To the grand hall." 

Asmodeus muttered, his annoyance clear in the sharpness of his tone.

The devil flinched, his crimson skin paling slightly as he lowered his gaze to the floor. He nodded quickly, the fear of incurring Asmodeus's wrath etched into every line of his trembling form.

"As you command, Sovereign." 

He muttered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart.

[In the Grand Hall, DevilGod Palace]

"Oh, Sovereign! I beg your mercy, pardon my sins!"

In the grand hall of the palace, a devil with fiery red eyes and a twin-black horn protruding from his head knelt before the throne, crying out.

The devil, despite his sinister aura, trembled with fear, his features etched with a sense of remorse.

"Oh, my Lord! With utmost humility, I beg you to deliver justice upon this traitor, who has committed the gravest sin of disrespecting the divine one." 

Implored the devil with a single horn. Bowed low before the sovereign seated upon the throne, his countenance reflected profound great respect, and his every gesture showed unwavering respect.

Zshh!

With a mere flick of Asmodeus' finger, a palpable force descended upon the devils gathered before him, compelling them to kneel under the weight of his power. 

The throne itself, a macabre masterpiece, was fashioned from the bones of fallen enemies and adorned with flickering flames that cast eerie shadows across the hall.

Cloaked in garments as black as the abyss itself, he exuded an aura of darkness that seemed to swallow the very light around him.

But it was his face that truly captured the attention of all who beheld him. 

Handsome in a way that defied the standards of mortal beauty, his features held a chilling allure that left even the most arrogant beauties of the divine world trembling in submission. 

With every glance, his piercing gaze seemed to penetrate the very soul, laying bare the deepest fears and desires of those who dared to defy him.

"I have no time for such folly!" 

He Spewed, his piercing gaze gliding with disdain. His arrogance echoed in the very air, a palpable testament to his malevolent sovereignty.

As the words echoed through the infernal hall, the devils, their forms twisted and grotesque, quivered with fear, their eyes widening in terror at the mere sound of their god's voice. 

With hearts pounding like drums of doom, they dropped to their knees, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, a display of subservience born out of sheer dread.

The Sovereign of hell, Asmodeus, his dark robes billowing around him, lounged upon his throne, an aura of malevolence surrounding him. 

With a disdainful flick of his wrist, he dismissed his minions.

"It's tedious! None possess the audacity to even hold my gaze. I have reigned over this hell for eons, yet as each passing day, there's no amusement. There is no thrill to be found, no challenge to sate my hunger for battle. Pathetic creatures, none possess the fortitude to dare to oppose me."

His piercing eyes, once full of ferocious intensity, now glimmered with a hollow emptiness, reflecting his eternal loneliness.

 With his hand pressed against his furrowed brow, he pondered his predicament, a solitary figure amidst the vast expanse of his desolate realm.

"Enough! I am tired of presiding over this place, full of fools and weaklings. I crave more than this. Yes, I shall shatter this cursed bind and venture into the realm of mortals. Rumors speak of pleasures beyond measure, far beyond the petty offerings of this forsaken domain!" 

Asmodeus rose from his throne and strode with purpose to the treasure hall, a chamber filled with the spoils of countless conquests.

The air crackled with dark energy as he entered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. 

With determination, he tore through the hall, sending precious artifacts crashing to the ground in his search. 

Each item scattered haphazardly which showed witness to the depths of his obsession.

Finally, among the chaos he wrought, his clawed hand closed around the object of his desire.

As he cradled the artifact in his grasp, a sinister aura emanated from the golden lantern, its surface adorned with intricate, foreboding runes. 

Within its depths, an ominous, swirling, dark blue fire danced with malevolence, casting an eerie glow.

He snatched the essence of that dark blue fire, clenching it tightly in his palm before carelessly throwing away the cursed lantern into the shadows. 

Without a moment's hesitation, he devoured the flame. As the fire coursed through his veins, consuming him from within, his form dissolved into wisps of smoke, vanishing into the ether.

As Asmodeus slowly regained consciousness, he felt the weight of his eyelids lifting like heavy curtains drawn apart by unseen hands. 

Gradually, he opened his eyes, blinking against the stark light that flooded his senses. His gaze wandered around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

The chamber stretched before him, bathed in a pristine white glow that contrasted sharply with the darkness of his own castle's interior. 

Intricate tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of celestial beauty that seemed to mock the very essence of his dark infernal domain.

 Golden candelabras flickered with a warm, inviting light, casting shadows across the polished marble floor.

For a moment, He found himself disoriented, his senses dulled by the alien tranquility of this place. 

It was a far cry from the oppressive grandeur of his own chambers.

As he struggled to make sense of his surroundings, a sense of unease crept over him.