Fairy Tale: With Sin Of Pride

The Demon of Lust.

Asmodeus.

Rhodes stared at her face—it was like looking at Cinderella's twin, only this woman radiated an aura of overwhelming allure. Her movements, her gestures, every glance was charged with desire that threatened to drown reason itself.

She walked toward him with a sway of her hips, her scant clothing barely clinging to her curves as a haze of lust filled the forest.

"The Thorn of Desire!" she whispered, her voice thick with hunger.

In an instant, red mist coiled around her outstretched hand, forming into sharp, spear-like spikes that shot toward Rhodes.

Dodging was impossible. These weren't just weapons—they were forged from his deepest, hidden desires. They pierced into his soul, unlocking a flood of suppressed urges, pushing his mind toward chaos.

Rhodes felt his will slipping, his reason drowned by a tidal wave of want. His soul twisted, almost becoming a puppet to his own desires. This wasn't mere magic; it was a demigod's power turned inward, using his own wants against him.

With a blank expression, Rhodes lifted a single finger. At its tip, a spark of flame ignited, blazing with a heat that defied desire itself. In his mind, he envisioned a blinding sun rising high, tearing apart the dark fog clouding his thoughts.

The intense radiance incinerated Asmodeus's attack, leaving no room for doubt. This was no ordinary light—it was divine, burning with the purity of the sun.

"Asmodeus, your power may pollute the minds of those weak in spirit, but to me? Nothing you can do will dim the sun."

The light at Rhodes' fingertip expanded, its scorching brilliance turning the entire forest to ash as he unleashed his power.

"Exploding Sun!"

In an instant, the flames consumed Asmodeus' form.

"How does this mortal wield two rules at once?" The original witch's voice trembled with astonishment.

The power of rules wasn't something one could just attain. Even demigods rarely grasped more than one in their lifetimes. Yet here was Rhodes, wielding two effortlessly.

The witch's astonishment turned to anger. "So you really believe you're above the gods themselves?"

Rhodes raised his hand again, fingers glimmering with a deadly aura. He was channeling everything—his power of plunder, disaster, sun, destruction—all concentrated into a single point at his fingertips.

Facing the incarnation of an evil god, he wasn't about to leave anything to chance.

As each layer of magic activated in unison, the power became so overwhelming that his skin cracked under the strain, the blood instantly evaporating only to be healed again by his own magic.

"Annihilation!"

His voice was quiet, but the effect was explosive. The power of the sun and the might of destruction fused into a single, unstoppable force. Even the original witch felt the shadow of death loom over her, her heart frozen with terror.

For the first time, she understood the very real possibility of death—a human threat she'd never imagined.

"Humans like you… how fascinating." She chuckled, calm despite the flames surrounding her.

Even if this incarnation perished, the witch would live on. Her followers, her descendants, even Asmodeus herself—all of them carried her essence. As long as she had believers, she would return again and again.

The forest grew silent as her form finally disintegrated, her essence dissolving into nothingness.

Rhodes took a long breath, murmuring to himself, "Killing a god in the material world… not so difficult. But eradicating them completely—that's another story."

In their own realms, gods could revive endlessly. Only by severing their worship and snuffing out their divine flame could a god truly be killed. And stopping all belief? That was nearly impossible.

He glanced at Cinderella, unconscious on the ground. Her soul bore traces of Asmodeus's pollution, tainted by the original witch's corruption. Fortunately, she hadn't been fully transformed. Her soul had fractured, but it hadn't yet succumbed to total possession.

Her consciousness was now divided—one half Cinderella, a green tea maiden from a world of fairy tales; the other half, Asmodeus, a lust-driven demon lord with demigod powers. If Cinderella's soul had been entirely consumed, she would have become a complete demon, one powerful enough to rival even the lords of the abyss.

With a sigh, Rhodes lifted her onto his shoulder. Her soft body rested against him, her face flushed even in her sleep as she let out a dreamy murmur.

"Lucky for you, I got here before she took over entirely," Rhodes muttered. "If you'd stayed any longer, even I wouldn't have been able to save you."

Her transformation, Rhodes realized, was premeditated. When a powerful god's avatar takes a keen interest in someone, it's rarely out of kindness. Gods are indifferent beings, seeing believers as tools at best, never sparing real sentiment for them.

Did Cinderella truly think a single blood sacrifice would attract a god's help?

Maybe another god would've been satisfied, but for the original witch, sacrifices numbered in the millions. Her followers worshipped her with blood and flesh, seeing it as an honor to die for her.

Shaking his head, Rhodes carried Cinderella back to the manor. As they arrived, he noticed Yulia eyeing him with a curious look. After a long pause, she finally asked, "Did… did you kill a god?"

"How did you know?" he replied, genuinely surprised. Though his battle with the Demon of Lust was fierce, he'd made sure to conceal the original witch's destruction.

"You have the mark of the God-Slayer," Yulia explained, pointing to his forehead.

Frowning, Rhodes went to a mirror. Sure enough, a strange, blood-red symbol was etched between his eyebrows, exuding an ominous aura.

"This mark appears only on those who've slain a god," Yulia continued. "It's a curse, cast by the divine. Those with this mark are shunned by all gods—they're forever banned from temples and sacred grounds across the empire."

Rhodes smirked. "A God-Slayer… If that doesn't deter my enemies, I don't know what will."

Back in his room, Rhodes laid Cinderella on the bed. Summoning a flame to his hand, he cast it onto her body, incinerating her clothing instantly. Yet the fire didn't harm her skin, enveloping her in warmth without leaving a mark.

A gasp escaped her lips, and her eyes snapped open, cold and calculating. The demon of lust had awoken.

"Asmodeus," Rhodes murmured, meeting her gaze.

The demon's lips curled into a seductive smile. "Do you desire my body?"

Asmodeus was the embodiment of sensuality, every movement a promise of pleasure. She didn't know restraint, didn't understand shame—only physical satisfaction.

"If you want me, I can give myself to you," she whispered, leaning closer.

Rhodes waved her off, chuckling. "Not interested. Besides, playing around with you? Not my idea of fun."

He knew better than to mess with a demigod of lust. To give in would be to lose himself, his power drained entirely.

"If you want to be free, swear to me," he said, his tone turning serious. "Promise me you'll never devour Cinderella's soul."

A flash of doubt crossed Asmodeus's eyes, but she quickly replaced it with a coy smile. "You trust a demon's oath?"

Rhodes shrugged, his gaze steady. "I keep my word. Do you?"

To her surprise, he stepped aside, making room for her to leave. "Swear, and I'll let you go."

Asmodeus glanced at him, a spark of amusement in her eyes. "Very well. I swear I will not devour her soul."

Without a backward glance, she slipped out, laughing to herself. She had no intention of keeping the oath; Cinderella's soul would be hers, making her power complete.

But the instant she tried to break the promise, her body froze. A surge of divine energy bound her, turning her flesh to stone.

"Didn't I tell you?" Rhodes's voice echoed behind her. "Break your word, and you'll turn to stone."

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