Dante was done.
The divine meeting, his father's nagging, the "Golden Boy" Apolloion's annoying face—it was all too much noise for a man who just wanted to nap through his exile.
As he stepped back into his private villa at the academy, his skin felt like it was vibrating.
The raw energy of the Divine Realm had overstimulated his Chaos core. He felt heavy, hot, and incredibly irritated.
"Nine Gates... universal rot... boring,"
Dante muttered, kicking off his boots. "If the world wants to end, it should do it quietly."
He stripped off his shirt, tossing it onto a chair. His muscles were tight, his "cool physique" gleaming with a thin layer of sweat that looked like liquid silver in the dim light. He needed to drown the noise.
He walked into his private bathing chamber. The pool was massive, filled with natural geothermic water that smelled of minerals and ancient earth. Steam rose in thick, white clouds, obscuring the corners of the room.
Dante stepped into the water, letting out a long, ragged sigh as the heat hit his skin.
He leaned his head back against the marble edge, closing his eyes.
"Am I missing something?" he murmured to himself. "A reason to actually give a damn?"
Suddenly, he felt something slick and warm move against his leg. Then another.
And another.
Dante didn't open his eyes. A small, arrogant smirk played on his lips. "Lilith.
I'm not in the mood for hide-and-seek."
"Who's hiding, My Prince?"
The voice came from his left. But then, a second voice, identical and just as sultry, came from his right. "We're right here."
Dante snapped his eyes open. The steam parted, and his breath hitched.
There wasn't just one Lilith. There were three.
The Demon Queen was using her 'Primordial Split' ability. Three identical versions of her—pale skin, dark horns, and eyes glowing with sinful hunger—were circling him in the water.
One Lilith was behind him, her arms draped over his shoulders, her heavy breasts pressing against the back of his neck. The second was at his knees, her hands moving underwater with a boldness that made Dante's blood roar. The third sat on the edge of the pool directly in front of him, her silk robe discarded, watching him with a predatory gaze.
"You look stressed, Dante," the Lilith behind him whispered, her tongue tracing the shell of his ear. "All that talk of 'saving the world' must be so... exhausting for a man like you."
"I told my father I wasn't interested," Dante grumbled, even as his body began to react to the six hands wandering over his skin.
"But you are interested," the Lilith in front of him challenged. She slid into the water, floating toward him until her legs wrapped around his waist, her wet skin friction-less against his. "You're interested in keeping what's yours. And we... are very much yours."
The Lilith underwater didn't stop. Dante felt a surge of heat so intense it threatened to crack the marble of the pool. The 'overstimulation' from the Divine Realm was finding a very specific, very carnal outlet.
"I have to go on this 'quest' now," Dante said, his voice turning growly as he grabbed the Lilith in front of him by the waist, pulling her flush against his chest.
"Find the elements. Deal with that golden idiot Apolloion. It's a pain in the ass."
"Then let me make it easier," all three Liliths said in unison, their voices echoing in the steam.
The Lilith in his arms leaned in, her lips inches from his. "I won't let that boring Angel Seraphine have all your time. I'll come with you. I can suppress my horns, hide my tail, and walk among the mortals as your 'companion.' I'll be your shadow in the day... and your feast at night."
Dante looked at the three versions of the same beautiful demon. The arrogance in his heart swelled. Apolloion wanted to rule the realms? Dante already had the Queen of Hell splitting herself into three just to keep him satisfied in a bathtub.
"A companion, huh?" Dante's hand slid down, gripping her thigh with a force that made her moan. "You think you can keep up with me when I'm not holding back?"
"Try me," Lilith challenged, her eyes flashing crimson.
Dante didn't say another word. He reached out, grabbing the second Lilith and pulling her into the fray. The water in the pool began to boil—not from the heat of the springs, but from the raw, chaotic friction of a Prince and his Demon Queen.
The steam became so thick that the rest of the world disappeared. There was no Academy, no Curse, and no Father. There was only the sound of splashing water, the rhythmic thud of bodies against marble, and Lilith's triple-layered moans echoing off the walls.
"As Dante surrendered to the chaos, he realized that maybe this quest wouldn't be so boring after all. If this was just the 'warm-up' with Lilith, he couldn't wait to see how the 'Pure' Seraphine would handle the heat of the first Primal Element.