All Chapters of The Devil's Lust System: Chapter 141
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The Aftermath
Desmond picked up the tempo. He was no longer gentle. He slammed into Livia with the intensity of a storm. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the silent room, rough and wet.Livia could no longer think. Politics, Rome, Augustus—everything vanished. There was only Desmond."Desmond... Desmond...!" Livia chanted his name like a prayer. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him deeper, to merge into a single entity.Desmond felt Livia's energy of Political Ambition flowing into him—it felt cold and sharp, like metal. In exchange, he vomited Demonic Dominance into her.An equivalent exchange."Now, Livia!" Desmond commanded. "Accept me!"Desmond delivered one final, deep thrust and held his position.WOOOOM!Livia let out a long scream, her body convulsing in an orgasm so intense she saw white spots before her eyes. She felt as if her soul was pulled out, washed in hellfire, and shoved back in wit
A New Ally: The Fanatic
"This sea is boring. Just water, salt, and the vomit of your soldiers."Desmond leaned against the railing of the Roman Trireme, staring out at the pitch-black Mediterranean horizon. The sea breeze whipped through his hair, carrying the heavy scent of brine.Beside him, Marcus Lucullus was cleaning his sword with a piece of silk, his face sour as he fought off seasickness."This is not a pleasure cruise, Desmond," Marcus grumbled. "We are transporting supplies for the legions in Judea. And you... you are only here because the Emperor wants you far away from his wife.""Or maybe because he knows I'm the only one who can keep you alive," Desmond retorted casually. "Look at your men. Half of them are drunk on wine, the other half are seasick. If there were an attack right now, we'd be fish bait.""Attack?" Marcus laughed dismissively. "This is a secure Roman route! Who would dare attack a ship flying the Golden Eagle?"SHWUNG!A flaming arrow streaked out of the darkness, embedding itsel
Traces of the Ancient Nexus
"Quiet. Do not move. Your wound is opening again."Miriam's voice was stiff, yet carried a subtle tremor. She pressed a wet cloth against Desmond's shoulder, which had been grazed by a sword during the ship battle. They were inside a stuffy goatskin tent, hastily erected on the outskirts of the Roman Legion's encampment on the Judean coast."You're awfully rough for a nurse," Desmond hissed, wincing slightly as Miriam poured olive oil onto the wound. "I thought Middle Eastern women were gentler.""I am not a nurse. I am a warrior," Miriam didn't meet Desmond's eyes. She focused on the blood flowing over his pale skin. Her calloused fingers, accustomed to gripping weapons, now trembled as they touched Desmond's muscles. "And you... you are no ordinary human. Your blood... it smells different.""Different how?" Desmond sat on a wooden crate, shirtless. The light from the oil lamp made the shadows of his body dance on the tent walls."It sme
Wall of Prophecy
"This sewer smells worse than Marcus's mouth."Desmond covered his nose with the hem of a ragged cloak he had stolen from a clothesline in an outlying village. His feet were submerged in knee-deep water."Quiet," Miriam hissed from in front of him. She held a small torch, its flame kept to the absolute minimum. "This isn't a sewer. This is Hezekiah's Tunnel. An ancient aqueduct that brought life to Jerusalem when it was besieged by Assyria. You should be grateful.""I'd be grateful if there was soap," Desmond grumbled, stepping carefully on the slippery stones. "So, how much further do we have to crawl like gutter rats?""Until we are directly beneath the Lower City," Miriam answered without turning back. "Roman patrols guard all the main gates. Marcus has surely distributed sketches of your face to every guard post. This path is the only one they don't know about.""Sabrun, sonar active?""Active, Boss. The structure above us is extremely dense. Lots of cavities, lots of secret passa
The Secret Secte
Desmond released the Fanatic Energy he had harvested from Miriam earlier. He projected the aura outward, flooding the room.Instantly, the atmosphere shifted.The men who had been ready to pounce suddenly felt their knees buckle. Their hearts hammered against their ribs. They felt a Majestic and Terrifying presence emanating from Desmond—as if an invisible king stood right behind him.The Elder took a step back, his eyes widening in shock."This aura..." The Elder looked at Miriam, then back at Desmond. "This is not Roman sorcery. This is... ancient.""I came to take what lies beneath the Temple," Desmond said, stepping forward and dominating the room. "You can help me and watch Rome burn... or you can stand in my way and burn with it."Silence hung in the air for a moment.The Elder slowly lowered his torch. He signaled his members to sheathe their weapons."If you are truly him..." the Elder said in a raspy voice. "Then the prophecy of the Temple's Destruction has already begun."He
The Test of Sinai’s Fire
"I like those odds," Desmond muttered.He took a step forward. He didn't hesitate. He bent down and plunged his right hand straight into the box."Don't!" Miriam whispered.Desmond grabbed the stone.SIZZLE!The sound of searing flesh was audible in the silent room. White smoke billowed from between Desmond's fingers. The smell of burnt protein filled the air."ARGH!" Desmond growled low, his teeth grinding together.The pain was excruciating. It felt like holding a miniature sun. The nerves in his palm screamed as they died.But Desmond didn't let go.He closed his eyes. He activated Physical Mastery at a cellular level."DON'T FIGHT IT! ABSORB IT! EAT THE HEAT!" Desmond screamed in his mind.He visualized the heat not as an enemy, but as food. He was a Demon. Fire was his home.The muscles in Desmond's arm tensed, veins bulging and turning glowing red beneath his skin, as if
The High Priest's Warning
"Get down!"Miriam's hand shoved Desmond's head down just as a burning jar of oil sailed over them and smashed against the stone wall across the street.BOOM!Fire spewed out, licking the walls of the narrow alley in Jerusalem's Old City. The screams of burning men mixed with fanatical cheers and the clash of metal."Crazy," Desmond muttered, peeking out from behind a destroyed cart. "Your friends really know how to throw a party."The streets of Jerusalem had turned into hell. On one side, Roman Legions in Testudo formation tried to breach wooden barricades. On the other, the Zealots—fueled by Eleazar's death and rumors of 'Azazel's' arrival—attacked like possessed men. They didn't use tactics; they used teeth, nails, and suicide bombs."This isn't a party, Desmond. It's a Mini Apocalypse," Miriam retorted, her eyes flashing as she watched her brothers die as martyrs. She gripped her dagger, wanting to join them, but Desmond's hand held her back."Your job isn't to die here, Miriam,"
Battle of the Golem
But before they could make a break for it, another explosion ripped through the air.BOOM!A giant fireball slammed into the Shield of David on the far side. Of course, it didn't penetrate, but the vibrations shook the ground beneath them.Marcus Lucullus had arrived with an Onager—a massive Roman catapult. He didn't care about magic. He wanted to level this place."Focus fire on that man!" Marcus shouted from the distance, pointing straight at Desmond.A rain of stones and flaming arrows began to fall."Run!" Desmond screamed.They sprinted along the edge of the Temple walls, searching for the cave opening, while above them, Caiaphas continued chanting prayers to reinforce the shield, and behind them, the Roman war machine began spewing death."Desmond!" Miriam shouted mid-run. "If we enter the Well of Souls... you must know one thing!""What?!""It's called the Well of Souls for a reason! Down there... the voices of the dead are incredibly loud! Do not listen to them!""I'm used to
Possessed
"Damn it!" Desmond was trapped. His legs were swallowed by the viscous mud.The Golem's hand moved slowly but with inevitability, clamping around Desmond's waist."Let go!" Desmond pummeled the Golem's arm repeatedly. THUD! THUD! Every strike merely created a crater that sealed itself within seconds. Instant regeneration."Desmond!" Miriam hurled her dagger.The blade embedded itself in the Golem's chest, only to be swallowed whole by the earthen body, vanishing without a trace."Physical weapons are useless!" Miriam screamed. "It absorbs everything! You must erase the inscription on its forehead! Erase the Aleph so Emet becomes Met—Death!""I didn't pack an eraser!" Desmond grumbled, feeling the crush on his waist intensify. His ribs started to creak."System! Analysis! How do I kill mud?!""Physical damage: 0%. Magic damage: 0%. Boss, it's immune because it's 'Holy'. Its earthen structure is bound together by
The General's Awakening
"Back, Miriam. This bridge isn't wide enough for three."Desmond shoved Miriam behind him. They stood on a narrow natural stone bridge, barely two paces wide, spanning a bottomless dark chasm. Down below, the wind howled like the breath of a sleeping giant.At the other end of the bridge, Marcus Lucullus stood blocking the exit.The red wolf statue in his left hand pulsed, as if his heart was beating outside his body."Where are you going to run, Desmond?" Marcus stepped forward. Each step left a scorched footprint on the stone. "To Livia's arms? To the future you promised her? No. Your future ends in this abyss.""You're pathetic, Marcus," Desmond shook his head, standing casually though his muscles tensed for battle. "You are a Legion General. You have wealth, power, armies. But you throw it all away just because... of jealousy?""JEALOUSY?!" Marcus shouted. His voice cracked, turning into a growl. "This isn't jealousy! This is about Right! I served Rome all my life! I gave my blood