'Ughhh, what's with me getting knocked around and passing out?
It's so tiring but what can I say except that I am weak.
I just wanna sleep.'
Despite being in an unfamiliar environment once again, he felt sleepy.
'Did I get sedated again? I don't have any patience to deal with that stuff again.'
A beautiful mural on the ceiling registered in his mind.
The mural depicted a violent tempest that had replaced the sky with endless circling stormy clouds and in the middle, was a small gap serving as the eye of the storm.
In the eye of the storm, the sun was shown, shedding light on the wasteland world.
It was not much, but it did remind him that it would all end soon someday, one way or another.
He got up and observed the room he was in thoroughly.
This time, there were no mysterious liquids pouring into his blood vessels and the room was much better than the one in the demon ship.
A big spacious room with oversized windows with sunlight freely traveling.
The windows were open and a soft warm breeze provided ventilation.
He looked down and observed his body for any suspicious signs.
He was currently in a smooth silken pyjamas that barely felt if it was there in the first place even with his heightened senses.
A black cloth with golden trimmings on the edges. Clothes that screamed that it was probably the highest quality of clothes there is.
Combined with the room and his attire, he felt like a royalty of some sort.
He took a deep breath and paid attention to the background song that persisted for a while. The song gave the place a lively feeling, instead of the cruel illusion it might be.
A relaxing harmonious song composed out of soft blowing wind and the gentle flow of a river serving as the bass, a united choir of many birds as the main melody, and footsteps as the beat.
'Wait, footsteps!'
His eyes widened and before he could jump through the window, the door of the room opened.
"Ah! Where are you going?"
A surprisingly sweet voice made its way to his ears, like a parasitic worm threatening to devour his brain and his mind.
'Don't look back, don't look back! Don't get charmed by the voice!'
The owner of the voice had different ideas.
He ran to the nearest window with all the speed his stiff muscles could provide him yet it proved to be futile against the hand with sharp nails grabbing his back.
"What ideas are running through your head right now?" The voice continued right behind him.
"To get back to my home," Aster replied back.
He prepared to use [Phantom flame] despite the painful backlash it provided.
If he was not wrong then he heard a tired sigh behind him. "Then, how about you turn back?"
'No way, not a chance I would turn back.' He thought as he struggled to break free from the grip.
"Come on, just take a look at me. I assure you, you won't regret it." The sweet voice teased.
"I am not even stopping you from leaving, just take a look at me."
'I don't want to.' Aster started to sweat. The grip on his back grew stronger and stronger to the point where he felt the muscles in the area of grip struggling to avoid being crushed.
A strange smell permeated the air, completely eliminating the peaceful aura that the room had.
"Turn. Around. Now."
'I said, fuck off-'
"Why are you taking so long, just do it like this."
The sudden appearance of an anonymous second voice alerted him a bit too late.
A hand with soft skin suddenly grabbed at his hair and pulled.
Out of sheer stubbornness, he held his head in place as his hair was pulled out in chunks.
"What the-"
"Screw this shit!"
The same hand grabbed his jaw and pulled, threatening to break his neck.
This time, he had no choice but to follow the lead and glanced backward.
A sight of a beautiful seductress came to being. Her high heels, scaly wings and tail, horns, and skimpy clothes revealed what she was.
'A succubus?'
Suddenly relief washed over him.
'Succubus are weak in fights right? Their sole strength is their charm ability.
If I can bypass it then it should be doable. The problem is.'
His sight shifted to the person next to the blonde haired woman next to the demoness.
She wore loose white clothes as opposed to the skin tight dark leather body suit the succubus wore and 3 pairs of snow white wings folded on her back.
'She gives off a different vibe than the succubus. That wings… that's the icon for angels right? They basically trademarked the white wings.
The thing is that I don't know much stuff about angels. They are much lesser known than demons.
Angels protected humans, at least to a degree and didn't openly show aggression to humans so they are deemed as not a threat so information on them is limited as opposed to the demons.
'I don't know what they want me to do by looking at the succubus though. Maybe get charmed? I already did that, not gonna get charmed twice.
I need information. Why won't they kill me outright or like keep me sedated like before?'
He stood silent for a few seconds which the duo understood as being stunned.
"What do you want with me? Surely, a human like me won't be any use to higher beings such as yourself."
'He still has the mental capacity to talk.' The angel got a good impression of him which caused her to take her hand off him.
'Gotcha.'
[[Negative fireballs] has been activated]
The duo was sent flying away and Aster dashed through the window and landed on fresh grass.
His bones creaked and the shockwave of the blast shook him a bit but all was good.
He would definitely escape this time for sure.
"You are like a dragon hatchling, aren't you?"
Aster froze on the spot. He sensed a presence equal to that of Beelzebub.
He stared at the weathered grass on the ground. The grass that used to be lush green just a second ago. He did not dare to look directly at the being that just appeared in his way.
'Dammit, I just had to go and meet another freak like this.'
"Young and weak yet full of ambition. Doesn't like being caged and isn't interested in vain stuff like outer beauty but works hard to reach the peak."
"I like you. Let me introduce myself.
I am Lucifer, and I want you to work and live under me."
Thanks for the power stones.