There was a famous legend in the Ten Circles of Hell. It was said that a thousand years ago, an unknown demon appeared.
No one knew exactly when or where he emerged. What was clear was that he appeared in the tenth circle of hell—a place where weak demons dwelled, known as the Forsaken Hell.
That was where the legend began.
The unknown demon rose slowly but surely. He destroyed the tenth circle, subduing all the demons there with his power.
Not stopping there, he advanced through the ninth, eighth, and seventh circles, continuing until he reached the first circle, with a single goal: to conquer them all.
The first circle was guarded by five extremely powerful Archdemons, the pillars of the Ten Circles of Hell.
However, even those five figures were defeated by the unknown demon.
Two of them died, while the other three managed to escape. To this day, no one knows where they went.
Many rumors spread that the three Archdemons had fled to another unknown world.
The defeat of the five Archdemons marked the beginning of the unknown demon's domination.
He built a hellish empire that overshadowed all ten circles of hell.
In the past, such a thing had never happened. After all, the Ten Circles of Hell each had their own rulers.
Although the five Archdemons were the strongest, they rarely concerned themselves with the second to tenth circles.
Because of this, the rise of the hellish kingdom became a massive sensation that shook the entire hell.
Still, since the demon was the victor, no one dared to object.
"Have you found him yet, Zoros?"
A handsome man in a black robe stared coldly at the terrifying demon before him.
The demon was tall, nearly two meters, with a muscular build, a lion-like head, and gleaming golden skin.
Anyone who looked at him would surely tremble in fear. However, Zoros was kneeling, trembling before the man.
"I… haven't found him yet, Your Majesty," Zoros replied respectfully.
"Not yet?" The man narrowed his eyes, tapping the armrest of his throne with his index fingernail. "How long have I ordered you to search for it?"
Zoros' fear deepened. Cold sweat trickled down his neck, and without realizing it, he prostrated himself lower against the floor.
"Forgive me, Your Majesty! It's not that I'm unwilling to search, but there is no way out of hell! I've searched the ancient archives in the former palace of the Archdemons and found nothing. Please give me another chance!" His voice trembled, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
The man was silent for a moment, then sighed softly.
"I understand. You may go." He waved his right hand.
Zoros' eyes lit up, but he quickly concealed his reaction and nodded.
He stood, turned around, and stepped out of the throne room.
"All of you leave as well," the man ordered coldly.
The ministers and the guards bowed and withdrew.
Soon, only the man remained in the throne room. The atmosphere was silent, mirroring his heart, which felt hollow.
He leaned back and stared blankly at the ceiling.
"A thousand years… I've been trapped in this damned hell for a thousand years. I slaughtered demons from the tenth circle to the first. Yet why can I still not return?"
Amon gritted his teeth in anger. He was not a native of hell but a human who had strayed from a planet called Earth.
He used to be an ordinary food delivery man. Both of his parents were dead, and he had no siblings or close relatives aside from his aunt.
By coincidence, his aunt had chosen not to marry, and the two of them lived together for many years.
To ease her burden, he took on a part-time job while attending college.
But one day, a rift suddenly appeared while he was delivering food to a customer's place.
It was a dimensional rift that dragged him into a place called hell.
Life there was extremely difficult for him as a human. This was a realm reserved for demons, and humans would surely die if they remained.
Strangely enough, he managed to adapt in just one month. From then on, he began preying on small demons to survive.
At first, he felt disgusted, but in hell, there was only one absolute rule: eat or be eaten.
Driven by a powerful will to live, he hunted every day until he eventually reached his current position as the King of Hell.
"No matter what obstacles stand in my way, I will return to Earth. That's for sure!" Amon clenched his fists tightly.
He didn't know whether time on Earth passed the same way as it did in hell, but one thing was certain—he had to return to his homeland.
"Your Majesty, why do you look so distracted? Is something wrong?"
"Morrigan, you're being disrespectful to His Majesty. Didn't I warn you before?"
Two voices came from the right and left. Before Amon could react, an embrace wrapped around his right side, followed by a sweet fragrance that made his heart beat faster.
Amon looked down and saw an extraordinarily beautiful woman, like a goddess.
Her hair was pale white, with two small horns on either side of her head, and sharp, blood-red eyes that radiated a captivating allure.
She wore black lingerie that accentuated her big breasts and plump buttocks, her slim waist creating a seductive contrast.
She was Morrigan, one of his two wives. Amon's anxiety faded, replaced by an air of dominance.
Hooking his arm around her slender waist, he said casually, "Still as spoiled as ever, Morrigan. Do you really love me that much?"
He lifted Morrigan's chin with his index finger.
Morrigan froze for a moment before her breathing grew heavy.
"Hah… hah… of course, Your Majesty… Morrigan loves you very much," she said, tightening her embrace.
Her face pressed against his chest, her body squirming coquettishly.
Amon stiffened when he felt the reaction in his lower body. However, he quickly calmed himself and stroked Morrigan's head affectionately.
"So, what brings you here?"
His gaze shifted to the beautiful woman on his left. In terms of features and appearance, she was almost identical to Morrigan.
The only difference was her expression—a flat, indifferent face, in stark contrast to Morrigan, who always wore a flirtatious smile.
She was Morrigan's twin sister, as well as his first wife, Azura.
Azura bowed her head and spoke softly, "Your Majesty, we have come to deliver news that Khar has found what you were seeking."
Amon's eyes widened, his breath catching for a moment.
"Khar… found it!?"