The Devil’s Origin

Mourning

"Demon King... I need to eat something at all..."

……

"I'll leave it here."

When Elk said so, he kept a meal in front of the door with all the demon king's favorites on board.

"What do you say?

"I can't... not a bite, I don't think you can say it..."

When Elk left the door, Verk asked if he cared how it was going.

Since then.

Ever since that blob incident, the Demon King has stopped saying anything.

"Wow, if I don't even blob with the Demon King... if I don't leave the side then..."

"No, I was too late to go save..."

Elk covering his face and starting to cry.

Verk also comforts the elk with a pain-tolerant look.

The Demon King became trapped in his room after mating with Blob.

I don't even get my throat through the meal.

- No, I throw up after eating.

By then, mating with Blob had torn the Demon King's heart apart.

Now Demon King Castle is quiet, like the night the lights were turned off.

The castle without the always bright demon king was darker than the dark night and wrapped in mourning.

Nearly two weeks have passed since then.

Even though you don't have to take nourishment to die, the Demon King's magic will be depleted.

We have to do something...

Verk decided to be ready.

- What am I, the Demon King for?

Guru, the question runs through my head.

Demon King, it's time to take the magic, or you'll be debilitated.

Somewhere, in the distance, there's a voice in the system.

At first, I tried to eat it because I couldn't.

But I couldn't. I threw up everything.

My body didn't accept it.

A body so sadly exposed to malice has rejected everything.

Usually I can absorb magic from the atmosphere as well as mating. But my body refused to do so.

Demon King Castle is maintained by the Demon King's magic powers.

There was no supply of magic itself, even though it would only consume magic.

Because it was small, but unnecessarily thin, his eyes looked at the sky in vain.

- I can't even save one...

The tears that should have flowed fall on me.

Vomiting strikes your body again.

Spit or not, only stomach fluids come out.

It's even throwing up too much and all that comes out is a cough.

A mass of malice created by man.

Saving it could only be done.

What is a demon king?

Save what?

There's so little I can do.

And yet you want to save everything, how arrogant.

If it wasn't for me, would I have saved it if it wasn't for my soul?

Would there have been another way?

If it wasn't me and another demon king, would there have been some way?

The Demon King keeps thinking about wandering the question unanswered.

but here it is.

You throw up too much, you bleed out.

But the answer doesn't come up.

The Demon King continued to blame himself, by self-reproach and regret, and by his own grave.

"I beg your pardon, Demon King"

"... don't come"

It must have been locked. Has the magic weakened and opened?

The Demon King hangs a blanket all the way over his head.

I can't let Verk see such a weak figure.

- I'm sure he'll be worried.

"No matter what you say, I'll drop by"

"Verk......"

I don't want you to look.

Such a weak, pathetic figure.

"Don't come!

"I can't ask."

Verk strips the blanket.

And I held my breath.

The appearance of the demon king, who had been crushed, was unimaginable to Verk.

"... Lord"

"Look... don't look... give me"

Tears wet my cheeks.

"… I have kept your orders for the past two weeks. I have endured two weeks of stopping by and seeing you."

"Ko... let me see... can be..."

"I can't show you."

Wet tears that convey cheeks.

"I can't show you anything but me. Lord, what happened with Blob?"

"Higuru."

A debilitated eye focuses on Verk.

As frightened, tears spill out.

"I, I... eh"

"Lord, I am the only one"

"I killed Blob... I denied Blob. Denied and refused to leave the raw..."

"You are the Demon King. I just have the power to do that."

"No!! I couldn't save him... I could only save him by denying that raw!!

It was a cry.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"

I knew it.

Blob said it was what he wanted.

But I couldn't accept myself.

That's the only way, etc.

"I... am powerless... I... I... can't... give you anything..."

The Demon King followed Verk.

The hand was weakened, weak and weak.

"Lord..."

"Me... hi... denied... my... my... demon..."

"Lord"

Instead of the Demon King, Werk embraced him strong and strong.

"Me... bye... if you are the Demon King... save him... save him..."

"Lord, that's not true"

Verk told him gently, but clearly.

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't even try to save you"

"Higuru."

"You tried to save Blob. Even if the result is the extinction of its existence, it doesn't change what you tried to save"

"Ugh... Ugh..."

"From you, how was Blob"

"Kawah... yes... it was... I want to live now... I need to be... human... only hate... condensed..."

"So you ended it, didn't you? You freed him from that pain."

Verk is gentle and aligns his forehead with the forehead of the Demon King.

"Lord, I thank you as the same demon tribe. I thank you for freeing my compatriots from that suffering. Blob doesn't have to suffer any more."

"Higgu, so, but..."

"Demon King"

"Hih."

Verk looks at his eyes moistened with tears.

"Demon King, how lucky we are to be able to serve the contemporary demon king. We will not gain a Lord who thinks more of the devil than you, lives for the devil, and thinks of the devil."

"But I, I, I, I, I, I, I better not be."

"Demon King"

Verk speaks to the Demon King.

So, with the saliva, I poured in the magic.

Leaves the thread of saliva that connects thinly and releases the lips.

"Demon King, see what dwells in Demon King's Castle"

With the magic given to you, let the Demon King Castle carry out consciousness.

"Oh, I can't believe the Demon King won't eat..."

"I wonder if you're not well, Demon King. I'd like you to be a good boy... '

'I'm sad I can't see the Demon King...'

"Demon King..."

"Demon King......"

"Demon King"

I could sense that everyone in the castle was not well.

Everyone looked worried and sad, unable to see the demon king.

"You say other demon kings are better off, even if you look at this?

"Ah... ah..."

"I don't need another demon king. Because it's you. You saved what lives in this castle. You're the reason we're all worried and sad."

"Oh, oh..."

"You must be the one who saved me the most. We don't need anything but you. I don't need it. The only thing I need is you. Lord."

The Demon King filled his chest and led to Verk.

I didn't think about demon kings other than me anymore.

Because I didn't have to think about it.

Tears continued to flow, changing their meaning and without staying.

"I am also very worried about the elk. Have a proper meal."

"Ugh..."

"First of all, it's a magic restoration."

Werk embraces the demon king who has cut and debilitated.

"Saliva also knows the magic you can receive. I'm sorry, but I can't help but inject magic."

"Huh... Huh?

Slurring, Verk removes the buckwheat under the Demon King.

"Hih...! Hey, you know what?"

"If you want to give me the magic quickly, I'd better hold it."

"Nah..."

"My legs are a lot thinner..."

Werk licked his finger and inserted its narrow, hard dust.

"Hin."

"It may be painful for you to be debilitated, but forgive me"

Apart from the fingers that break apart, Verk matches his own to those little lips.

That's how he tangles his tongue and receives saliva.

Magic is passed through saliva to the dry Demon King.

Like a toddler drinks milk, he sucks on the tongues of a cub and a verk.

The magic feels sweet.

I tangle my tongue and suck in saliva that I couldn't drink.

While doing so, it is turned around and increased by two or three bottles.

"Ve, Velk..."

"Lord... Lord..."

The eyes of the Tori and the Demon King melt.

It wasn't Verk who missed that period.

"Lord, I'm coming."

Gruppy, the thick one is inserted.

"Mmm."

For the first time in too long, I can feel my hips.

However, Verk holds his hips, which have become too thin.

Gupu... no... zupu...

Too hot a scorching fever enters the demon king's womb.

The turtle head reaches the S-shaped colon.

"Phew... Y... Phew..."

"Ku......"

Verk ravages the demon king's body with long strokes.

Pull out so much that its turtle head is about to come out, and pierce it all the way to the colon at once.

"Lord... Lord... My Lord..."

"Ver... k... higu... ah... oh... it's deep... eh"

Its insertion becomes intense and the demon king's body is rocked.

Sweat floats on Verk's forehead.

The little body of the Demon King is flirted with by it, and only shakes when it is distracted.

I stopped hanging up every time they pulled me out.

Whenever it is penetrated deep, joy boils.

Massive magic overflows from Verk's advance.

The dried body slams it with greed.

I can't stick to Verk with my own little body. That's how it was.

"Also..."

"Whatever it takes... I'll give it to you... my Lord"

The thrust is so deep and inserted so quickly that you think your belly may be breached.

When the legs that were hugged in Verk hang out, they shake.

The swing seemed to tell the story of the intensity of the insertion.

Verk himself is inserted deeper than ever before.

"Up."

Ahead of the S-word, it was put in to eat and break, and it burned violently.

The Demon King's body relaxes to the sensation seeded in the back of his body.

Feels good. be filled.

The magic fills my body.

"Hey... I..."

Demon King licking his lips with pepper. The demon king, with his eyes narrowed and his tongue tongued satisfactorily, looked mediocre, very lustrous.

"How about a replacement?

Werk, squeezed by magic, smiles on his sweaty face.

Not yet, I can. I can still take the magic.

"Hey, dude?

Verk began to move his hips deep again for the dear and dear Lord.

On his lips, he had a fierce grin.

- Which is it that will be eaten?