Three hours later...
The enormous doors of the central tower slowly opened.
Hissss...
Asmodeus stepped into the cool evening air while fastening the final clasp around his black coat.
The contrast almost made him sigh.
Behind those doors remained three utterly exhausted women.
Alice had been the first to lose the ability to argue with him, collapsing into the sheets while muttering something about unfinished reports. Nerim lasted considerably longer, although the Siren eventually curled against his side with her scales glowing faintly beneath the sweat covering her body.
Though, as usual since his confession, Serena had been the most troublesome.
Even after everything, his white-haired goddess somehow found enough strength to cling around his waist and insist that she wasn't tired.
'Until she fell asleep while saying it...'
