After Malcanthet arrived, Eluvia gave up struggling. It was not because she had truly gotten together with Solam, nor was it some tired old cliché about being overwhelmed by pleasure. As a Radiant Sister, she was no longer an ordinary succubus. They were not controlled by their desires; they were tools of Malcanthet's rule and naturally could not indulge in their desires like ordinary succubi.
The reason she had become obedient was because Malcanthet had told her to.
Malcanthet was a standard succubus, ever faithful to her own desires. She liked seeing others lose themselves in desire. Simply put, she enjoyed watching this sort of thing. So when she appeared, she deliberately stirred up Eluvia's deeply buried desires, and so Eluvia...
In short, amid the sounds of splashing water, Solam casually began chatting with Malcanthet.
"The world is always changing. Just like how you now want to break away from Shami-Amour, don't you?" Malcanthet replied leisurely, her face full of interest as she watched Eluvia's twistedly seductive expression.
"Heh, Shami-Amour... Forget it, let's not talk about her. Every time I mention her, I feel like strangling myself. I was actually played like a fiddle by that woman—it's humiliating. I'm more curious about how exactly you managed to kill Demogorgon back then."
Solam was not the only one curious about that. In truth, the entire multiverse had been curious. Demogorgon had simply been too powerful back then—so powerful that even the gods had despaired.
At that time, only one name was ever sung throughout the Abyss: Demogorgon, the Prince of Demons. Although there had been talk of the Abyss's three great powers, the other two had really only ever been bullied. If those two old fellows had not shared an unspoken understanding, Demogorgon would have beaten the shit out of them