MBU_Overlord_6594

The throne of hell has been long contested by Lucifer and Satan .Both had their era that they ruled. Lucifer ruled at the beginning of human history and Satan ruled till the end of world war 1 and 2. The prestigious title of the Devil was only shared between these two brothers,who were actually twins and were sometimes mistaken as one entity. Lucifer was the demon of pride and Satan, the demon of wrath.Both were powerful so they had every right to rule the empire of demons. Well,everything was rosy until the demons make a declaration .Pride and wrath were no longer the sins that ruled the world,lust was.Yes, the demons wanted Asmodeus, the youngest prince of hell to take the throne. But wait,did they expect Lucifer to swallow his pride or Satan to act like he was not enraged by their demand. Asmodeus,the MC was definitely not into the whole becoming the Devil thing but Lucifer offers him the throne in return for a soul.The soul of the only one not corrupted by Asmodeus' lust which the dominated world at that moment.He is not interested in the throne but is moved by the challenge. Who is that mortal,who dared tempt the devil.She is Maria, an innocent young virgin lady who decided to live a celibate life .Oh that decision would never hold,hell no,not with the god of lust around.

She tempted the devil

As Maria wandered through the hallowed halls of the orphanage, the twinkling lights and the fragrant scent of pine infused the air with an ethereal charm, casting a spell of enchantment over the quaint surroundings. The children, their eyes alight with the fervor of the holiday season, flitted about in a whirl of gaiety, their laughter like tinkling bells that echoed through the corridors. Amidst the festive cheer, Maria found herself enfolded in a cocoon of warmth, her heart momentarily buoyed by the infectious merriment that enveloped the orphanage.

Meanwhile, across the ocean, a similar air of merriment infused the crisp wintry night as Asmo sought refuge from the tumult of his surroundings. The glow of Christmas lights illuminated the cobblestone streets, casting a kaleidoscope of colors that danced in the frosty air. Amidst the revelry, the strains of joyous carols mingled with the soft laughter of children, weaving a tapestry of holiday magic that enveloped the city in a luminous embrace.

As the night unfolded, a hush descended upon both Maria and Asmo, their thoughts converging on a shared moment of longing and unspoken yearning. Beneath the verdant boughs of mistletoe, their hearts intertwined across the vast expanse that separated them, drawn together by the ineffable pull of the holiday spirit. The soft glow of candlelight bathed their surroundings in a warm, golden hue, casting a tender glow upon the whispered wishes that unfurled into the night.

In that fleeting moment, the Christmas spirit wove an invisible thread that bridged the distance between them, infusing the air with a sense of magic and hope. Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season.

As Asmo found himself amidst the vibrant tapestry of Christmas cheer, a whimsical thought took root in his mind, unfurling like a mischievous wisp of laughter in the midst of his introspection. Pondering the age-old enigma of Father Christmas, he found himself ensnared in a labyrinth of bemusement, his brow furrowed in mock solemnity as he contemplated the veracity of the jolly old figure who traversed the world in a single night.

With a twinkle of irreverent amusement in his eyes, Asmo mused upon the logistical acrobatics of Santa's legendary journey, his mind veering into the whimsical realm of absurdity as he sought to unravel the enigmatic mystery. The notion of a rotund man squeezing through narrow chimneys and bestowing gifts upon the world in a single night elicited a quiet chuckle from him, the incongruity of it all casting a playful glimmer in his gaze.

Amidst the revelry and the resplendent glow of Christmas lights, Asmo's musings on the existence of Father Christmas lent a lighthearted touch to his surroundings, infusing the air with a sense of irreverent whimsy. His tongue-in-cheek contemplations danced amidst the festive fervor, a mischievous undercurrent that wove a thread of levity through the tapestry of holiday enchantment. And so, amidst the joyous celebrations, Asmo found himself navigating the mirthful labyrinth of his thoughts, his skepticism tempered by a dash of wry amusement as he pondered the age-old enigma of Santa Claus.