The desolate, dark stone alleyway rippled with space as I materialized into existence. My appearance had undergone a complete transformation. Now, I embodied the form of a demoness in her twenties, adorned with two sharp black horns protruding from the crown of my head. My long, mauve-colored hair cascaded down to my lower back, framing my delicate, pointy ears. Violet-colored eyes emitted a subtle glow, complementing my sun-kissed white skin and adding to my otherworldly allure. Clad in short, tight-fitting jean shorts and a loose-fitting black shirt that accentuated my curvaceous body, a slim, pointed black tail swayed gracefully over the shorts.

My choice of appearance served a purpose beyond mere amusement; I had ventured into an alternate universe inspired by one of my favorite animes, "How Not to Summon a Demon Lord." In this realm, not much had changed except for the fact that the main character, Diablo, had been reborn as a girl named Diabla. To fit seamlessly into this world, I had woven additional lore into its fabric.

Although one might expect me to harbor concerns about relinquishing my previous gender identity so easily, I found it difficult to care. Did it truly matter what form I assumed as long as I remained true to myself?

Banishing such futile mortal thoughts from my mind, I detected a feeble surge of magical energy emanating from outside of the alleyway. A vivid crimson light, reminiscent of fire, seeped through the darkness, accompanied by the slurred voice of a drunken man.

Perfect timing. I had allowed Diabla time to acclimate before revealing myself. I had arrived precisely at the end of her first day in this world, just as the inebriated members of the Mage's Association summoned a salamander to eliminate her.

Taking a step forward, I materialized on the rooftop overlooking the alley, silently observing what appeared to be a girl toying with her would-be executioners.

In the center of a stone clearing ablaze with inferno, a young woman stood tall. In her early twenties, she boasted two large, curved demon horns protruding from either side of her head. Her long, flowing white hair danced with the wind, descending to her lower back. Sharp black eyes mirrored the sea of fire surrounding her, while her pale white skin was adorned with a form-fitting, pitch-black outfit that accentuated her alluring curves. Unfazed by the scorching heat, she commanded the attention of a few men and a towering red salamander.

With a maniacal laugh, the drunken fool remained oblivious to the fact that the demoness was impervious to the flames.

"So, that's it? Oh, right, you did mention level thirty." A calm, feminine voice dripped with condescension, resonating through the air as the captivating figure emerged unscathed from the blazing sea.

Summoning a plush purple beanbag beside me on the roof, I gracefully settled onto it, conjuring popcorn and a red slurpy to indulge in the spectacle unfolding below.

Galluk, the man in charge, visibly taken aback, bellowed commanding orders at the salamander. "Roast her, salamander!" The massive creature obediently unleashed another deluge of flames aimed directly at the girl.

Diabla stood her ground, unaffected as the inferno engulfed her. The man shrieked at the salamander, "Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!" But to no avail. When the salamander's flames finally subsided, she remained unscathed, much to the man's dismay.

"I have a surprise for you, Galluk. You're facing a level one hundred and fifty," she declared coldly, fixing her sharp gaze upon him.

Galluk visibly flinched at her words. "One hundred and fifty! But how? That's impossible! No one has ever reached one hundred and fifty! It defies all logic!" He exclaimed, confusion etched across his face. Fear gripped him as he witnessed Diabla reach for a wand adorned with a red gem at its tip. "Kill her now!" he screamed, observing her raise the wand.

"Massive explosion!" Diabla shouted, pointing the wand at the salamander. A red magic circle materialized at the tip, triggering a tremendous explosion that obliterated the salamander and hurled the men standing behind it into oblivion.

Galluk collapsed onto the grass at the edge of the city square, muttering incoherently, "This must be a drunken hallucination. She's just a lowly demon. It doesn't make sense. What in the world are you?" He cried out, his gaze fixed upon Diabla as she approached him.

She smiled smugly down at him. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Diabla, a demon lord from another world," she stated, exuding confidence.

Suddenly, a mesmerizing feminine voice rang out, capturing everyone's attention. Its alluring melody had the power to drive one to madness. "Indeed? A demon lord from another world, you say? How intriguing," I spoke, gracefully hovering above the city, bathed in the moonlight's gentle glow. My voice resonated with all those below, captivating them in its enchanting grasp.

Diabla turned around, gazing up at me. Her nervousness was palpable, likely arising from standing before an otherworldly beauty rather than anything else. She managed to regain her composure, or at least feign it, as she inquired, "And who might you be?" A hint of haughtiness laced her voice.

I smiled elegantly, descending from the air. "I am known as Selene, the demon lord of lust. I'm sure these pests here have already recognized me, haven't they?" I said, amused, casting a glance at the men on the ground who gazed at me with a mixture of fear and desire, affirming my presence.

Diabla appeared even more bewildered by my revelation, likely because I hadn't altered her memory like the others in this realm.

As she regarded me, her introverted nature compelling her to take a step backward, she asked, her voice tinged with nervousness, "I-I see. And what brings you here?" A faint blush colored her cheeks, perhaps stirred by my passive aura of lust.

Sporting a playful smile, I took a step closer to her, though that single step brought me several feet nearer. Diabla's guard rose, but before she could voice her reservations, I interjected, "Pleasure," my mischievous smile accentuating my otherworldly features. Her face flushed further, grasping the implications of my words.

"W-What do you mean by that?" she stammered, her voice betraying a mix of embarrassment and anticipation, her right hand tightening its grip on the wand.

Amused, I looked at her, sensing her growing desire in response to my earlier remark. "Fear not, my dear. I merely mean that I shall be gracing this realm with my presence for some time. I have a feeling you will provide me with ample entertainment," I replied, leaving little room for ambiguity. The demoness regarded me with a blend of embarrassment and shock, clearly taken aback by my forthrightness.