My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 309: Top Seat

The city of Avalon spread across the mountainside. Houses and towers were stacked on different levels.

At the highest point stood a massive castle. Its tall spires reached into the sky.

A light mist covered the lower parts of the city. It drifted through the streets, making the red-roofed buildings look almost unreal.

Below, a wide river reflected the golden light of the setting sun, small boats moving slowly across the water.

Despite being the capital of demons, the city remained lively even under the sun.

Normally, weaker demons would struggle in daylight. But a powerful barrier shielded them, canceling its harmful effects.

This allowed even the lowest-ranking ones to move around as if it were night.

But despite its beauty and functionality, the city was currently restless.

People gathered in the streets, their voices rising in anger and confusion.

From the market district to the noble estates, demons of all ranks gathered in clusters, their voices louder than usual.

Whispers turned into arguments, and arguments became full-on shouting as the shocking news spread.

The demon army surrendered.

Not only did they lose, but they swore loyalty to a new ruler—someone who wasn't even from their world.

"They gave up without a proper fight?" a burly demon with crimson skin growled, slamming his clawed hand against a wooden table.

"Cowards! They should've fought to the death!" he yelled, downing a pint of alcohol.

"You're right ! They're an embarrassment to the demon race. They didn't even try!" another one snarled

The others nodded in agreement, their tails lashing in frustration.

But not everyone shared the same sentiment.

"You idiots don't understand," a hooded figure sneered, his deep voice cutting through the air.

"Do you have any idea who they were up against? Do you even comprehend how powerful the new ruler is?"

Scoffing, one of the angry demons crossed his arms.

"Oh? And what, you think kneeling was the right choice?"

"Yes!," the hooded demon replied. "You weren't there. You didn't see what they saw."

"Then tell us! You're from the army, right? I'm sure you have a better explanation!" the demon snapped, his eyes burning with frustration.

The hooded figure cleared his throat.

"You fools sit here spewing nonsense. If you'd been in that battle, you'd be grateful you weren't forced to fight and throw your lives away!"

Some demons glanced at each other, unsure of what to believe.

"Is it true? I heard there was even a giant dragon," a younger demon whispered. "It was so big its wings could cover half the city."

The hooded figure nodded, "Yes, that creature could level the entire capital in seconds."

Silence followed until another demon scoffed.

"They're just making excuses for losing. Do you really think something that huge could exist? Even Demon King Zagan wasn't that big!"

He paced back and forth, growing more agitated with each word. "They've failed, and now they want to make up stories!"

Just as the argument was growing more heated, one demon suddenly pointed at the street.

"Will it rain?"

They thought it was just a cloud, but when they looked up, their eyes widened in shock.

A massive creature hovered above, its enormous wings blocking out the sun.

CLANK!

CLANK!

CLANK!

Cups slipped from shaking hands, crashing to the ground.

They couldn't believe what they were seeing.

And they had every right to be.

The wind from a single flap of its wings would have caused serious damage if not for the city's barrier.

Without realizing it, they felt the urge to run, like a swarm of ants being stared down by a true god.

"You were saying?" the hooded demon asked.

The one who was talking trash from the start swallowed hard. His confidence vanished as he stared at the massive beast above them.

"I'm saying… our demon kings are smart not to antagonize our new ruler," he quickly corrected himself, shifting sides without hesitation.

Not just him—almost everyone felt relieved they hadn't gone to war against Asher and Pantheon.

Those two were an unstoppable duo, a force no army could hope to defeat.

Especially the ancient dragon, who in its younger days destroyed dozens of worlds on its own.

Above the Sky.

Asher sat comfortably on Pantheon's head, feeling like one of those dragon riders he'd seen in movies.

Though, the proportions weren't quite right. He could literally build a mansion on top of this massive head.

"Is this your biggest form?"

(I can still grow bigger, but that would consume more energy and expose my weak spots. Bigger isn't always better.)

"I see,"

(But this is more than enough. Just look at the faces of everyone when they saw my magnificent body.)

Asher rolled his eyes. Pantheon was arrogant, but in a way that was more funny than annoying.

"Are you really the infamous Dragon of Wrath? Why do you seem so laid-back and easygoing?"

(Brat, they call me the Wrath Dragon because when I lose control, nothing can stop me. It's not because I'm always angry.)

"So what does the other infamous dragons like?"

(Well, there are many types of Ancient Dragons, but my direct siblings are, Pride, Envy, Gluttony , Lust, Greed and Sloth )

Asher paused for a moment. "They sound more like bad personalities than actual names,"

(It's because you haven't been travel a lot yet. In other worlds, those names are known as the Seven Deadly Sins. One of my siblings probably spread those ideas while traveling between worlds. If I had to guess, it would be Pride—he loves to boast.)

Asher nodded. That explanation made the most sense.

He believed most stories were, in one way or another, pieces of reality from another world.

When someone got transported to a new one, they unknowingly carried fragments, and spread ideas that eventually grew into myths and legends.

That was why similarities existed across the universe.

And the proof of it was Pantheon himself.

Dragons were probably the most well-known concept across the universe.

Even the name "dragon" remained universal, no matter the world or language.

"We're close," he commented.

Pantheon began shrinking in real time. By the time they reached the castle, he already settled on Asher's wrist.

The airship followed closely behind them.

THUD!

It landed, and the Morningstar family was greeted by royal soldiers.

They all lowered their heads in respect.

Among them stood Lucian, smiling from ear to ear.

"Father!"

"Lucian!"

"Daddy!"

They all ran toward him, relieved that he was okay.

He looked more than okay.

The other demon kings look at him differently now, their eyes filled with jealousy.

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After all, his son-in-law was about to be crowned the Overlord of the Demon world—a position made out of necessity .

Lucian walked toward Asher and bowed his head.

"Thank you, Overlord Asher Aurelius."

From now on, his son in law would stand above the twelve royal families, and the Aurelius name would be etched into the annals of history.

Asher just nodded. This wasn't the first time he received a flashy title.

Back in Eryx, he was known as the Golden Sorcerer King, so he was already accustomed to this kind of treatment.

"Overlord Asher, please come with us so we can start the meeting with the other heads of the royal families,"

Lyrx spoke up, now acting as the mediator. He have her that role after seeing that she was the most sensible demon kings.

Others were just nodding, but deep down, they hated him.

"Lead the way." Asher stepped forward, and Lucian followed beside him as a family head.

As for the rest, they need to wait. From this point on, everything would be about politics.

The interior of the castle was exactly what he expected—grand, but lackluster compared to Eryx.

The design was a mix of an old European castle with touches of Greek influence.

He barely spared it a second glance. Nothing here could move his heart.

In the end, all the titles and perks were just pleasantries and formalities to him.

He had no intention of ruling over the demon world. He would simply be a figurehead.

"Who's that?" He paused, staring at a large picture of a man who resembled Lucian but way more handsome and domineering.

Just looking into its eyes made him feel like he was being watched.

"That's my great grandfather, Lucifer Morningstar."

'Hell, huh,' he muttered to himself, recalling Lucy's words about that place being sealed alongside Heaven.

According to her, the powerhouses of Hell were far more powerful than the demons who were their descendants.

It might not be far from the truth, if just an image could elicit such a reaction from him.

He looked at the other paintings, each depicting powerful figures, but his gaze stopped on one in particular.

A man with black hair and eyes that resembled those of a fly—large, glossy, and multifaceted.

Lucian stepped forward "That's Beelzebub, the king of insects"

Asher's eyes narrowed. For some reason, he felt a strange connection to the picture, as if it was calling to him.

'Beelzebub...'