Inside a private room of a five star hotel in Las Vegas Nevada, a clapping noise echoed throughout, accompanied by moans of pleasure.
A sweaty thirty-year old man was completely naked, roughly swaying his waist in front of a naked gorgeous woman, who could not stop screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Do you like it?"
"YES!!!"
"Am I better than your husband?!"
"YES!!! DON'T STOP!"
He could not stop grinning and continued to grind deeper his shaft against the woman's honeypot.
He was Myles Martin, who dared to seduce the wife of a multi-millionaire.
He was too lazy to build a business from scratch and become wealthy like the woman's husband, who he worked for as his personal bodyguard. He studied for the past three years on how to charm women and warm them in the bed, until a faithful wife was unable to resist and submitted to him.
For the past five years as the multi-millionaire's bodyguard, he acquired knowledge he believed would suffice in building his empire.
This is just the start.
Before he decided on such a rough, perilous path, he was aware of a woman's ability to be the greatest catalyst for a man's downfall.
However, if he would be careful, they could be his ladder to stand at the top.
"Aren't you enjoying it a bit too much, Myles?"
Myles waist halted. His shaft was deep inside the woman's honeypot.
He was almost there.
He was about to reach the climax of the immense pleasure.
He turned his head and glanced at the man in a tuxedo suit with a scar on his right forehead, standing beside the door, lighting the cigarette in his mouth.
Beside him was his personal bodyguard.
Myles was deeply familiar with him, he was their captain.
He stood behind his boss, watching Myles quietly with a grin on his face.
That son of a bitch!
Myles laughed awkwardly and stuttered, "B-Boss. This is a misunderstanding."
He pulled out his shaft as his boss' wife tried to hide her naked body with the blanket, staring at her husband in terror.
Myles was standing at the bed, facing his boss, with his shaft fully erected.
His boss glanced at it and said, "No wonder, my wife was screaming at the top of her lungs. That was the first time I heard her being vocally happy."
Myles was lost for words.
His mind immediately tried various reasons to escape from the dead-end, but the boss' words instantly caused his mind to turn blank.
"As far as I remember, I have not treated you wrongly, Myles. You remind me of Lucifer. You have become greedy. I hope if you descend in hell, you will be like him, become Satan and rule the world."
His boss pulled out a gun in his waist and pointed at him.
"If not, I hope you suffer in hell, Myles."
He pulled the trigger and Myles, who was totally frozen, was shot in the head, instantly ending his life.
…
The gunshot's noise and the bullet penetrating through his head remained vivid in Myle's mind.
He was completely frozen and his boss was known for being a sharpshooter. There was no way he would miss an easy target.
Yet, for some reason…
Aren't I supposed to be dead? Why can I think?
And why is everything dark?
Did I really go to hell like what my boss said?
To be thrown in the hell was already not surprising for Myles. Ever since he was a kid, he committed a lot of grave sins to the point that moral standards for him began to fade.
Myles attempted to move his body, but failed to do so.
Soon, a voice echoed in his head, startling him.
[You have descended into hell.
You have now arrived in the Demon World.]
"Hell? Demon World? Hello?"
Myles spoke strangely with no vocal chords.
However, the voice seemed to originate inside his head.
[You are now reincarnated into an imp.]
Myles was not given the chance to process what had happened as he lost consciousness.
…
"Why is that worm lying around lifeless? If he's dead, get rid of his body immediately!"
A humanoid demonic creature was scolding a slave of his race in front of him. He was more imposing, with a large framework, bat-like wings, and his barbed tail was longer, threatening an imp smaller than him.
The imp was standing beside his friend, who was lifeless on the ground.
He stuttered and said, "Have mercy, Alpha. He's just unconscious, his heart is still beating."
Whack!
The Alpha's tail whipped at the ground near the smaller imp, almost hitting the head of his friend. He was startled that he closed his eyes and was shivering in fear.
"Don't forget the rules here. If he's exposed trying to fake unconsciousness to avoid working in the mind, he will be executed immediately."
"Y-Yes."
The Alpha snorted and turned his head, focusing on other small imps, who were working slowly.
The smaller imp kneeled beside his friend and shook his body.
"Wake up, kin. Wake up! You will be killed if you don't wake up."
Myles Martin was strangely hearing the words he could not comprehend.
What language is this?
He was so curious he wanted to open his eyes badly and gaze at the origin of the voice. However, he realized he was completely paralyzed.
A voice soon echoed in his mind.
[Integrating the demon language into you…
It has been integrated.]
Myles was stunned.
Demon language?
"Kin, wake up! Enough playing around. You have to wake up!"
Oh, I can understand him now.
Myles was instantly distracted by the voice as he abruptly opened his eyes.
"You are finally awake."
It took him some time to get used to his vision.
However, what welcomed him was an unsettling face with red skin, glowing eyes, and sharp teeth.
"What the fuck?!"
He crawled backward and tried to get away from the imp.
The imp, who was relieved to see his friend finally awake, chuckled when he heard what his kin said.
"Kin, what do you mean? We are demons. Are you out of your mind?"
Demons?! What the hell are you talking about?!
A bright light struck his left face and he immediately turned towards it. It was a stone glimmering with flawlessness, reflecting his appearance.
He was in disbelief.
There's no way.
As much as he wanted to deny, his expression was precisely reflected as an ugly demon in the gemstone.