Asmodeus loved fighting.
One could say he loved fighting as much as sex, but knowing this, his wives turned sex into a constant stream of battles.
Nevertheless, this fact remained true.
So whenever the possibility of a battle which could pose him danger appeared, he would jump at such a wonderful opportunity!
BOOM!
Without giving the black slimes a chance to lunge at him, he unleashed a dozen elemental spears upon them. The mana leaving his body was as comfortable as when Lumina's soft lips slid along the surface of his manhood, then sucking on the tip.
'Though, Serena said this was because of my proclivities.'
Fire, wind, ice, earth, blood, darkness and light rained down like the apocalypse as he snapped his fingers, regenerating the magic circles and firing more.
A disgusting squishy sound echoed with each barrage of lances. He poured more and more mana into them, which changed the land's shape after the fifth salvo. That's when Asmodeus took a deep breath and stopped.
