[The Demon Lord has sent his Champion to pave the way for his Return]
[Players have changed the course of the prophecy, and as such, the balance has tilted]
[Players now have Ten Days before teleportation back to Paradise]
The auction house went silent with Ali reading the new notifications. Behind him, the demon felt this ominous pressure oozing out of him and couldn't open her mouth to say anything.
'Working overtime then… whoever opened the gate must have a strong lead now. At least S grade…' Ali thought before closing the interface and simply turning around. He didn't care for the pain in his back as he made the wound worse by turning around but didn't even show he felt pain at all.
"Take it off," Ali said to the demon.
She looked up through the rags; her purple pupils with black slits going through them saw his black eyes staring down at her.
'How is he just standing there? He should be choking right now and begging me to spare him. I gave him all the poison I had…' she thought, looking at Ali, who showed no signs of poisoning whatsoever.
She then let go of the rags she was holding tight to her body. The rags fell to the ground…
Ali finally laid eyes on her.
'Shit, she's… wow,' Ali thought to himself.
Before him, a succubus stood at six foot six — she was tall. She had lush and full black hair that draped all the way down to her waist; her eyes were the epitome of seduction, their purple color enchanting men with just one look. Her face was simply extraordinary, sculpted to perfection.
And the more a man looked down, the worse it was to hold back — she had massive, perfectly shaped breasts that fit her body unbelievably well. Her skin was silky smooth with a shine, and she had an hourglass figure that stretched down to a full ass and thick hips.
She was wearing a one-piece, from a thong up to a tight top that held her breasts up. There wasn't much hidden before Ali's eyes.
'No reaction… My mother told me humans would jump at the sight of me. Just what is wrong with him? Or was she wrong? Am I not attractive to him?' she thought. Her whole education was around pleasing men since she was young. She was a succubus princess trained to harvest male life force and turn it into her demonic energy.
Ali noticed the thin black tail between her legs with a pointy heart-shaped tip, his own blood dripping from the tip. He then looked up to her face; his eyes went further up to the top of her head to see two twisted black horns.
"A succubus…" Ali said, and she nodded.
"Are you human? Are you one of our followers?" she asked, extending her soft hand toward his chest. 'I just need a touch, and he cannot resist…' she thought, gathering her little demonic energy to her fingertips, ready to use a charm spell on him.
CATCH — UGH
Ali caught her wrist and held it tightly, causing her pain. She didn't have the strength to pull away. "It hurts, let me go," she said, her eyes hinting purple and her words echoing in Ali's mind with a docile and vulnerable tone, trying what she learned back in the Succubus Tower here…
"I don't have the time for this…" Ali said, more to himself than to her. Then he pulled her closer, allowing her to make contact with his rock-solid body. Her cheeks flushed getting this close to him; she had never been this close to a man before.
Her mother had forbidden her from making contact with a male of any kind back in the Demon World. She always told her that a succubus's first time is extremely important and the single largest boost in power a succubus would experience, so she had to choose her first very wisely and aim for a strong male with great vitality.
Ali turned around, pulling her with him as suddenly the world around her turned pitch black, and the next moment they were in a dark dungeon. Her eyes widened as she felt this powerful surge of dense demonic energy here.
"What is this…" she said aloud as she pulled away from him and followed her senses to the source of the demonic energy. She was like Seraphina when she first came out of the coffin, thirsting for blood.
'You're the key to opening the door now…' Ali thought, watching her from behind.
She walked up to the giant torch and reached out with her hand toward the demonic flames burning on top of the torch. The flames didn't burn her and swirled around her fingers, but no matter what she did, she couldn't take the demonic energy out of the torch — it would disconnect immediately and return to the flames.
"A creation of a demon from one of the Sin clans," she said, turning back to Ali.
"Who are you exactly?" she asked, her tone serious. She simply couldn't understand Ali's aim here.
"Ali. I'm the ruler of this city and all the lands around it. And the only reason you're breathing right now…" Ali stepped closer, and she stepped back.
She kept moving backward until her back hit the edge of the torch. She couldn't escape him as he looked into her eyes and held her chin up. "You will open a gate for me," Ali said.
"You're human…" she said.
"That is no concern of yours. Now tell me your name, and do we have enough to open a gate?" Ali said.
She touched his hand, her demonic energy seeping into him very slowly. A human wouldn't be able to detect such a small intrusion by a succubus.
"Lilith, daughter to the Succubus Queen and future ruler of the Tower of Pleasure," she said with pride.
'Another princess… Is my luck getting wasted on these girls?' Ali thought.
"No, I need more — much more — to open a gate. Then once the gate is open, it needs even more to stay open. More death is needed…" she said.
"And how does a succubus harvest demonic energy?" Ali asked. He was closer now; she could feel his hot breath.
She didn't answer and took his other hand, putting it on her left boob, letting him feel unreal softness through his fingers. Ali didn't show a reaction, but she didn't care…
'I want him… Mother, he is worthy…' she thought.
Somehow, the succubus was charmed before the human.
"Wear this." Ali pulled back and took out a black hood from his inventory. He had Lilith cover herself before opening another portal, and this portal led to another one before they stepped out inside the highest floor of the brothel.
They stood outside a thick double door that led to a big bedroom that took the whole floor. This was reserved for the richest VIPs.
Inside the Motter Mansion, Fiona stood in the Viscount's office with knight captains and merchants who all had their heads down and their tone very subservient to Fiona. They had genuine fear of her, as they'd seen dozens of heads on spikes along the main street leading up to the mansion.
They were the heads of their competitors and the wealthy — those they knew had power and their hands over every part of the market — but now their heads were rotting for everyone to see.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The room went silent, and they all looked to the door. "Come in," Fiona said, and the door opened up for a young man.
"Rook," Fiona said with a smile.
Rook raised a weird thin glass rectangle that nobody in the room had seen before. "Miles," Rook said the name, and Fiona understood.
"Out," Fiona said to the men in her office. They didn't say a word and immediately left.
Once the door closed behind them, Rook handed the phone to Fiona, who didn't know what to do with it.
"Fiona," Miles's voice came through.
"Miles?" Fiona spoke to the phone she set down on the desk.
"You will use the phone to communicate with me from now on. Keep it on you at all times," Miles said.
"I understand," Fiona said.
"Rook, you can leave now," Miles said through the phone, and Rook's eyebrow twitched, but he didn't say anything before leaving too.
"Fiona — Ali, the city. I do not know the details, but it was something important. He will not come back for at least two days, so you will deal directly with me now," Miles said.
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