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[You will become his paladin using that woman\'s divinity as the cost. I shall give you mine.]

[Serve the King with all your body and soul—seek his forgiveness through bloodshed!]

[Arise, First paladin of the True Demon King.]

Sheila\'s body almost shattered. The moment she heard Serena\'s harsh yet fair voice, her muscles expanded, tore apart and reformed.

Every inch, speck and millilitre of inferior muscle, flesh and blood was burned, destroyed or removed in this way, as piece by piece, the goddess of darkness reforged and created the perfect body for Sheila to serve her penance in.

\'It burns, hurts and feels like I am being devoured at the same time. Yet a feeling of warmth and comfort keeps leaking into my muscles and bones that blood, filled with such heat, makes me feel so at peace.\'

She didn\'t know that the blood was from Asmodeus, who continued to feed the cocoon more of his blood to hasten the process—the sky turning orange as the day passed.

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In silence, Asmodeus waited for hours after the final scream of pain from Sheila ended hours before. Now, it was no longer a time they should depart for the Beast Kingdoms. Despite this, Asmodeus seemed content as he continued feeding the cocoon of his blood.

The colour became a deep red shade mixed with the black casing.

\'It seems her transformation will soon be over.\' He observed. The world went dark, but he knew his vision had not been impacted, and it wasn\'t because night came, but the cocoon finally broke; with a loud crack, the entire room was shrouded in \'her\' darkness.

"Serena..." The nostalgic scent of this dark aura and power was the divine magic that he felt each time she brought him to her realm. Yet this was weaker and felt more mortal... That\'s when a beautiful black hand stabbed through the cocoon.

\'It seems the goddess of darkness gave you the last push to pull through, Sheila...\'

He looked at the beautiful black claws, a sleek yet tough exoskeleton formed over her fingertips and forearm, while Sheila remained still for a moment before she collapsed the other edge of the cocoon with her black claws and, with a loud shattering, tore apart the fragile cocoon to escape.

[I hope you enjoy my present to you, Asmodeus. It is still far too early for me to give you direct help. Forgive me.]

\'How could I complain... You have already given me too much, Serena.\'

[It\'s not enough... compared to...] Her sentence finished as she seemed to be unwilling to finish, not wanting Asmodeus to learn too much of his fate or the things she held in her chest.

\'That woman always flees before saying the important things.\'

A soft click of his tongue followed as a soft laugh escaped from his lips before turning towards the cocoon, and his eyes widened. "It\'s fine... this was good enough..." With a nod, Asmodeus turned his attention to the beautiful naked young lady with pure white skin

She was beautiful like moonlight, an unnatural colour... Yet the feeling of divinity oozed from her body as \'Sheila\'s\' wings unfurled, their beautiful obsidian feathers shimmering and glistening in the darkness that enveloped the room. Their each movement was filled with grace, elegance and a subtle seduction.

As she moved, her breasts swayed rhythmically—a dark mark over where her heart should be—reminiscent of Serena\'s, but it was the same marking of Asmodeus, his mark that looked like a heart pierced by a pair of blackened swords.

"She is certainly blessed by you now... "He muttered as he admired her new features.

Her body appeared to be slightly bigger and more defined in a few places, primarily in her upper and lower parts. The lower part of her arms and legs resembled his demon king form, with black exoskeletons covering them like a pair of armour—then her ears were also long and pointed but covered with the same black scales.

\'...\'

Asmodeus observed \'Sheila\' for a while, her wings fluttering before shrinking and becoming more picturesque. She then stepped towards him; with pure black eyes and silver pupils in the shape of slits, she knelt before him, with one knee, before placing her hand against the black marking.

The next moment, a black flash of aura expanded before she began to groan.

"Nnn.... Mmmn~ aagh..."

She pulled her hand from her chest, and slowly, the woman dragged a beautiful sword crafted from pure darkness from her chest, and alongside it was an ornate shield bearing his mark.

With the two new pieces of equipment now firmly in her grasp, the pain on her face seemed to fade, replaced with a blissful blush of rapture.

Her eyes shone with desire and an aura of euphoria as she placed the sword into the ground, and her shield stabbed the ground beside her left arm. Then the huge kite shield attaching to the black scale armour of her arms—her wings expanded, all four of them shimmering once more.

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"I pledge my eternal loyalty to the True Demon King."

Then, before the word died off in her throat, the girl let out a beautiful verse of demonic words, like a mysterious song, both charming and nostalgic, as the surrounding darkness intensified before turning into a swirl of aura and starting to flood the kneeling woman\'s body.

"I offer my blood, sweat and soul to thee...My Master."

At those last words, Asmodeus could feel the darkness in the room being absorbed and becoming denser yet vanishing into the woman and felt a strange feeling of deja vu.

"Hmmm... Leviathan..."

\'How did she know what name I desired to bestow her upon abandoning her humanity in this form?\'

Nevertheless, a smile formed across his mouth as he approached the kneeling paladin whose black hair seemed to sway gently as if alive. Asmodeus noticed that her raven feathers seemed attached to her hair, also fluttering even without the wind blowing—he ran his fingers over her cheeks to feel her smooth, cool, silky skin.

Her face became sharp, more captivating, like a maiden becoming an evil witch, her sharp nose, small face and narrow eyes like a villainess from a novel, yet her plump red lips and long black lashes carried a beauty that enhanced her monochrome looks.

\'A body of pure moonlight and features of darkness...\'

"You\'re quite beautiful..."

"Thank you, My Lord."

"Indeed, just perfect to my tastes. I hope you can repent for your sins and work hard for me."

Asmodeus let his hands caress her soft cheeks before raising her jaw softly with a gentle touch from his finger. He looked deeply into those beautiful orbs as he whispered, "Leviathan."

\'Serena, you did this on purpose, didn\'t you...\'

[I don\'t know what you mean~ This goddess doesn\'t understand~ hehe.]

However, he knew that the goddess had taken measures to make sure that no matter how much he detested her or hated the things she did, he would eventually accept her, at the very least, as a living person. A woman crafted to his ideal tastes, beyond the others, her entire existence was destroyed and rebuilt thanks to the divinity of Serena.

\'Well, it\'s true she looks almost identical to my mother\'s aesthetic but different enough for it to become a different feeling.\'

He then closed his eyes before moving the desk and blocking the door—since the sky became red, it was close to nightfall and far too late to depart, but he wouldn\'t treat Leviathan like his other women.

Even if it was hard to remove his gaze from her face.

"Get dressed, and do you need to eat?" His gaze narrowed, curious about what this strange existence might need to devour to live. He could feel it; she was a complete demon, and no speck of humanity or other blood remained.

Leviathan shook her head while armour began to form, covering her ample breasts and devilish curves with silver armour that looked similar to the black scales. Yet was shaped like actual armour and made her look like an actual knight.

"I do not need food, for I can live off the moonlight and your aura or essence."

"Understood, I am going downstairs. Do you still have memories of who you are and what you did? If so, make sure never to forget and always make the smart choice, Leviathan."

\'Now, you recreated my mother\'s past image to save this woman... tsk, such an annoying goddess.\'

Leviathan merely lowered her head but soon moved to follow him after he left the door, like an obedient pet. Yet her armour made no noise, and neither did her breathing.

As they went downstairs, people stopped talking and gawked at them as they noticed Leviathan.

Her changes were substantial, but you could still tell it was Sheila from her lips and nose, even if she now looked more mature. It seemed Paul and Simon immediately felt their breath being stolen away as Leviathan gracefully descended behind Asmodeus.

"She\'s like an angel of death." He couldn\'t help but hum as he was led towards a table set up to one side.

"Yeah... but why does it feel like she belongs beside our boy? They make a perfect picture," Paul added while sipping from his ale.

"Sheila looks so pretty, even if she looks a bit scary... and evil now," Ciela whispered while stepping towards her old friend.

Leviathan didn\'t change mentally more than swear her oath. The goddess didn\'t tamper or change her personality or feelings—from the start, everything was all the desire of Sheila, who saw the future and bleak path. She wanted to help create a path for him that didn\'t force him to suffer and thus accepted all her changes.

Her black eyes and silver pupils shimmered while gazing at the back of Asmodeus, observing and admiring his form that fought so hard, even after losing everything.

\'It seems she can be a useful vanguard...\' Velvet thought to herself while whispering to Yumiko about their plans for the future mercenary group when battles and missions become more difficult and dangerous.

Asmodeus turned to face everyone while putting a sack of coins on the desk, where the Mistress smiled warmly.

"Shall we have a grand dinner and spend one last night at this wonderful inn?"

"Somehow, doesn\'t he feel more mature and regal?" Simon whispered, his hands rubbing his eyes while trying to focus on the young man he found changing the moment he removed his glance.

"Ah... he feels more like a king than Avandar..." Paul added while taking a snap with his magical tool, images and small videos as proof of their journey together.

"Your wife wants to see your journey, haha. She\'s so cute." Simon mocked Paul before they sat back and enjoyed watching the young man who was so weak standing so tall.

"Not just my wife, I wanted to see how far he would grow and what lies ahead in his path. Somehow, I\'ve grown attached like a true brother to the kid."

"You too? Haha, does that make us brothers by association, my dear friend?"

"Hahaha! Shut up, let\'s drink, To Asmodeus!"

"To OUR Blood Tyrant! Haha!"

The merry celebration of the entire group lasted until the early hours of the morning—however, this time, their carriages departed from Baltimore just before sunrise.

Hungover and with sore eyes, the group departed on the next chapter of their journey. What the gods held in store for them, nobody knew.

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