Spreading It

The pain felt like an eternity to Asmodeus, even though in reality, it lasted only a few seconds. His mind stretched the agony into something far longer than it actually was.

When the process finally ended, Asmodeus collapsed onto the scorched black ground, curling up for a few more moments.

Clyde stood in place, silently watching him. He observed every movement Asmodeus made, surprised that the process had caused such immense pain—even to a Demon King.

He furrowed his brow. What would happen next? Would Asmodeus truly become his subordinate and follow his commands just like that? If so, it would be incredibly convenient.

After a while, Asmodeus finally stopped spasming and convulsing in pain. He slowly lifted his head until his gaze met Clyde's.

Clyde remained silent, waiting for Asmodeus to speak.