Varzath stares at the remains of the previous night’s feast, and the mess it has made of his hall, with disgust.

  Another disappointment... Another failure.

  However, he admits to having been the one at fault this time; He should’ve known inviting Djinns to a party would not bring anything other disaster upon his realm. Still, he didn’t know they were supposedly asexual... Or that such a thing existed, to begin with.

  “My Lord, I received word the Dark Escort has entered our Domain... They’re soon to arrive.”

  Ignoring the voice behind him, Varzath sighs.

  Well, Djinns present or not, the party was still an orgy in the end - as pnned - and the smell of sex still permeates his clothes, his body, his throne room... Even if he did not participate, himself.

  How could one understand the depths of Varzath’s fear and despair, as he stares across the hall his throne room, filled with the naked, sleeping bodies of some of the most beautiful creatures in all of creation, and feels nothing but boredom from it?

  Sex... It represents his very being. Literally, for he is an incubus - a sex demon - but also because the act itself has been what preserved his sanity over the past odd thousand years.

  What was the party cking? It had girls. Hot girls. Doing all sorts of things. For him, often enough...

  “My Lord?” the voice calls again, this time carrying an edge of annoyance in it.

  Varzath stares in dejection and and despair at his test failure for a moment more, before dignifying finally Biranal with a gnce as he releases another sigh.

  “…Yes, I heard you. What do you figure they want?”

  Unlike himself, and most of the room’s occupants, Biranal wears a full set of bck, skin-tight battle armor, representing her role as the General Commander of his armies. Of bone-white skin, red irises, and long, straight hair of the darkest bck, the infernal dragon in human form is certainly a sight to behold, not any less beautiful than any of the women or men currently littering his throne room...

  “I don’t know,” Biranal confesses, tightning her jaw as she stares toward the dark, monochromatic sky which composes most of Hell through the open roof of Varzath’s throne room, “It is still far too early for conscription. Our taxes were paid in time, and our Soul offerings are up to standard.”

  Following her gaze for a brief moment, Varzath shrugs as though ridding himself of something unpleasant, then sighs again. “No matter. I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to inform us of their demands once they arrive.”

  “My Lord…” Biranal begins, only to pause briefly as she sweeps her gaze across the hall, then meets his gaze with obvious concern in her expression, “…None of them carry the mark of your touch. Were they not to your satisfaction?”

  Of course she’d notice such a thing. She must’ve done so as soon as she arrived, having waited for the right moment to bring it up. Does she fear to wound his pride? His feelings?

  Varzath ughs bitterly. “Go on, ask the question. I’m sure the others must’ve noticed something is wrong at this point, as well.”

  Varzath grins as he stares into Biranal’s ruby eyes, daring her, and after a moment, Biranal lowers her gaze, only to raise it again soon after, as she finally brings herself to ask, “How… How long has it been, My Lord?”

  “Six months or so,” Varzath decres promptly, shrugging slightly as he maintains his expression neutral despite the pit of despair the words seem to open inside his stomach.

  Biranal’s jaw falls. “Since… Since My Lord st fed?”

  “No,” Varzath corrects calmly, “Six months ago was the st time I managed a boner.”

  Biranal opens her mouth, then closes it again.

  Varzath doesn’t bme her for being speechless. As in incubus, sex isn’t simply the source of his powers, as well as the driving force behind every action he has ever taken in his miserable existence; No, sex is his very being, his very Soul.

  An incubus - or a succubus, for that matter - who no longer finds interest in sex? Such a joke doesn’t exist.

  “B-but… Y-you… This simply…!”

  “Breath, love, breath. Apocalypse hasn’t arrived just yet,” Varzath murmurs bitterly, and under his cold gaze, Biranal seems to finally manage to regain some of her composure, if only to shake her head incredulously a moment after.

  “But there must be some sort spell or drug-”

  “Don’t be stupid,” Varzath interrupts her, rolling his eyes as he walks toward one of the nearby succubi, sleeping soundly, and steps on top of her throat, cutting off her breathing as she immediately awakens and attempts to free herself… However, upon realizing who exactly disturbed her sleep, her struggles become pyful, and she soon begins to moan pleadingly.

  Ignoring the brief glow of envy that fshes through his general’s expression, Varzath points toward the moaning creature beneath his foot as he continues, “I alone developed more aphrodisiac drugs than I care to remember. And should I wish to have my cock stand, I wouldn’t need to employ a single of them; No, as hirious as it’d have been, the problem we face is of a more fundamental nature than a simple body malfunction…”

  Varzath releases the struggling succubus, and she immediately takes a deep, desperate gulf of air, though he still maintains his foot on top of her throat, light enough so she’s still able to breathe.

  Her eyes meet his, filled with desperate, pleading desire, and Varzath slowly moves his gaze from her blushing petite face, down the line of her tensed jaw, past the pink surrounding of her standing nipples, down the delicate curves of her navel and hips... He briefly stops his gaze atop her moist, slightly reddened sex, before, at st, taking in her strained legs and curled toes.

  “Milord… Please, I’ll do a-anything…” the succubus whispers, pleading and hoarsely, as he meets her eyes once more.

  A moment of silence goes by, their stares locked together, before Varzath removes his foot completely, finally stepping away.

  “Seven point five,” he rates, releasing his fourth sigh of the morning under the disappointed gazes of both women, “Not bad, considering you were taken by surprise.”

  The succubus pouts exaggeratedly. “…Shall I order a breakfast prepared for the guests as usual, Milord?”

  Varzath shoos the disappointed demon away with a wave of his hand. “No, we have actual important guests coming soon. Wake the others, clean the hall, and have these creatures leave my Domain... Asexual; Hah. What a joke... What do they do, to pass the time? Stare at walls?”

  Varzath returns to Biranal’s side, ignoring the commotion spreading throughout the hall as his guest and servants groggily regain their senses, the former soon being ushered away by the tter.

  Some of the recently captured angels throw Varzath a mix of fearful, hateful, and scornful stares as they’re dragged away, though he chooses to ignore them. Oh, he might’ve tried to expin his Domain is by far the most welcoming pce they could’ve found themselves in while in Hell, had thousands of past failed attempts not taught him better.

  The angels aside, normally, if he was interested, he’d have the guests descend and enjoy a morning bath in the hot springs of his pace, heated by the hellfire pits below, while served breakfast by his succubi and incubi… And how many times has he done so by now? Dozens of thousands? Hundreds?

  “My Lord…”

  Varzath nods. Biranal’s concern is well-pced, after all. A few million or so of demons depend on his support to survive, nowadays, and, as their Lord, it is his duty to guarantee their safety and comfort…

  Of course, a mere six months of starvation isn’t enough to threaten his life, but if the problem is to persist, more than merely weakening his powers, his body will soon start to decay, and at st, his very Domain would fall apart, leaving his people to fend for themselves once again... Unless they manage to choose another leader in time, that is.

  “You see, Biranal, the truth is…I’m bored,” Varzath admits at st.

  Biranal blinks. “…My Lord?”

  Varzath sighs loudly as he opens his arms and screams at the sky, “I’m bored! I’m bored of sending my people to die in some unending war fought by fools! I’m tired of servants willing to fulfill my every wish! I’m tired of having the best the Cosmos has to offer, and more! I’m a sinner, but sin itself is so common in here, that there is no point, anymore!”

  Once Varzath expectantly returns his gaze to her, Biranal has an incredulous look on her face.

  “You’re… You’re bored, My Lord? But… But you’re the one who-”

  “Built all of it? Yes, I realize the irony of it. As you well know, before I Ascended, my kin were the same as the prostitutes of Hell, having no pce to live and stepped on by every demon and angel across the Cosmos… No, I cannot simply abandon my duty now,” Varzath finishes, almost as if to himself, “I’ve thought long and hard about where the problem lies, and I think you’ve finally helped me arrive at the conclusion, my love.”

  “I have?” Biranal asks, raising her eyebrow incredulously.

  Smiling excitedly, Varzath pulls her into a half hug - ignoring as the armor prickles his skin - before turning toward the view of their capital standing beyond the parapet of his throne room, and pointing his palm in its direction.

  “Yes!” he continues, “What I need, is a new objective, something to strive for! I realize now what made me so lifeless, so bored! From where I stand, there is nothing above, nothing beyond! Each day is like the st, and nothing changes!”

  Her blush easily perceivable against her white skin, Biranal follows his gaze for a moment, though the confusion in her eyes makes it clear she does not see the same view as he.

  Varzath grins. Then, turning toward Biranal, her pulls her in for a sloppy kiss which has her eyes widen, although she does not move away or resist his advances...

  By the time Varzath steps back, Biranal’s blush has become a raging fire… How she managed to remain so shy after everything they’ve done and seen together, Varzath will never understand.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  “…That My Lord might’ve finally lost it?”

  Varzath smiles. “And that’s where you’re wrong; My sanity was gone long before we met. Now, stand back and look menacing. I sense their approach…”

  Biranal has barely finished obeying his order when the first bck dot appears, quickly expanding outwards until a fully formed winged being stretches its bck wings across a span of several meters inside his throne room, soon followed by numerous more.

  The creatures’ dramatic entrance, however, is spoiled by their confusion upon the sight of a messy, empty hall… Until the first of them turns and spots Varzath, that is, causing the others to soon follow suit.

  Their movements carry no sound, and their forms are hidden beyond veils of pure darkness... Well, considering their hideous appearance, Varzath is grateful for their usual discretion.

  “Varzath, Demon Lord of Hell’s Seventieth Circle, expin thyself…” the frontmost of the creatures demands, its voice a rasped whisper.

  “Oh, please don’t mind the mess, st night's party was a bit wilder than expected… But by all means, deliver your message, my brother and sisters in arms. I’m all ears.”

  ‘It has been a while since we’ve spoken, my love. How do you do?’

  Having little magic of her own, Biranal is unable to answer his telepathic whisper, but as a pure dragon, she still has enough control over her own resistances to open up her surface thoughts to him, allowing Varzath to realize, to his shock and horror, that she has taken no lovers during years in which they happened to grow apart… In fact, she seems about to explode.

  The succubus from earlier might’ve attempted to allure Varzath with her act, but Biranal is the real deal. Her thoughts reveal she is close to begging him, if not anyone else, for sex.

  “…We comprehend, Lord Varzath,” the same creature continues, after a long pause which Varzath suspects indicates they did, in fact, not understand it at all, “But the words must still be spoken, and the rites performed…”

  Varzath sighs, waving his hand in their direction. “I hereby welcome you to my Domain. May no harm befall you for so long you respect its ws and your intentions remain devoid of malice.”

  The creature bows. “We thank the Lord’s hospitality.”

  “Now speak at once.”

  “Very well…”

  The creature wastes no time as it dedicates its grated voice to begin the usual grandiose speech regarding Hell’s greatness, Heaven’s deceitful light… Bh, bh, bh…

  Varzath could easily repeat the same speech by heart, considering how many times he was forced to listen to it. Needless to say, he also knows where it leads.

  Far more important than the creature’s predictable words, however, is his recent discovery! But… Even if he now realizes the source of his problem, what sort of objective should he strive for?

  Another Domain? However fun conquering his neighbors may be, he has no need for the added space, or their servants… In truth, Varzath cares little for most denizens of Hell other than his own people, and as such, he has no desire to rule over them.

  As for conquering Heaven… If anything, Hell has been losing for as long he cares to remember, regardless of what lies the Table might have to say on the matter…

  Which brings to memory another of his failures: Attempting to seduce a captured Archangel.

  Varzath shudders.

  Not exactly his greatest memory.

  Trying to seduce a stone might’ve been an easier task. Suffice it to say, after having his every attempt met either by scorn or disinterest, he worked for a couple of years on developing something strong enough to surpass even an Archangel’s immunities… Only to have the experience repeated.

  Being drugged did not seem to improve the creature’s mood, go figure.

  Of course, Varzath could’ve simply raped her, had he really wanted to… But he is above that now. For many reasons.

  In the end, he failed, but it was fun to try something new for the first time in centuries. Now, if only he could-

  Varzath blinks, having realized the room has fallen silent, and that the members of the Dark Escort now stare at him expectantly.

  Searching through Biranal’s recent memory for the st thing said, Varzath clears his throat.

  “…And what, exactly, is this new threat you speak of?”

  “A Seraphim, descended in search of something unfamiliar to us,” the creature reveals somberly, as some of the others nod their heads, fidgeting their staffs restlessly.

  Varzath freezes, smiles, then facepalms, ughing lightly. “Oh, a Seraphim! Why didn’t you say so earlier?!”

  “Lord Varzath-”

  “No, no, there’s no need to eborate further! You’re in need of soldiers, I assume? The expendable kind?”

  The creatures exchange gnces, as Varzath continues to smile radiantly at them.

  “No need to be shy now! Tell me, how many of my subjects do you expect me to send to certain death this time?!”

  “…The Table has requested a single Horde from nearby Domains, My Lord. For now.”

  Containing his anger, which threatens to burst forth, Varzath clenches his teeth. Behind him, Biranal has gone very quiet, including her thoughts, now once more hidden from him.

  “A single Horde, you say?” Varzath asks, no longer smiling, “Very well, the Table shall receive their soldiers.”

  “…Lord Varzath, we were expecting to-”

  “Kill them,” Varzath orders.

  Before the words have fully left his mouth, an explosion of sound and wind bursts the floor of his surroundings to pieces. Midst the flying marble, Biranal’s form smashes against the nearest Escort, sending them to crash against his throne as a mess of bones, feathers, and bck blood.

  Not even what remains of the creature’s body has touched the ground, before another three of its brethren have met a simirly brutal end.

  Spells, both defensive and offensive, soon charge the hall’s atmosphere, for all the good they do in stopping the unstoppable…

  It doesn’t take long until the inhuman sounds of battle are silenced, becoming no more than the occasional drop of blood hitting the ground as Biranal stands amidst the carnage, a disfigured head still in her grip.

  The grim infernal dragon, despite the blood dripping throughout the surface of her armor, showcases no signs of being hurt or tired... Her weapons still remain unsummed, even.

  Varzath shakes his head. “…Trash. No wonder we can’t win.”

  “My Lord, shall I begin preparations?”

  Varzath sighs. “For what? Just send in whoever… It’s all the same.”

  Biranal frowns, tossing the creature’s head aside as she at st summons her bck maces and steps forward.

  “…I can win.”

  Varzath raises an eyebrow. “Win? My love, after what you’ve shown me, you’re going nowhere but my bed, and we both know there’s no winning for you in there.”

  Although an obvious fsh of desire crosses through her expression over the mention of sex, Biranal still shakes her head stubbornly as she kneels to a knee, head lowered. “My Lord, you do not wish to send them to their deaths any more than I do. Please, allow me to engage the Seraphim in battle. I’ll deliver the Table their head, and they shall bother us no more.”

  Varzath grimaces. “No. There will always be another battle, and if we interfere now, next time they’ll expect us to do the same... There’s no end to this, and the only way to win is to py in their game as little as possible, love.”

  As Biranal raises her eyes to meet his, Varzath gestures toward the destroyed hall around them.

  “The only nguage understood by fools is violence. The death of their precious Escorts will inform the Table of our displeasure concerning their demands, and once they see how ineffective our soldiers are in battle, they’ll leave us alone for a while… After all, everybody knows succubi are only good for one thing, and it isn’t war.”

  Biranal sighs, although she does unsummon her maces, rising once more as she averts her eyes from his in order to inspect the mess of bodies and destroyed marble at her feet.

  “…Don’t worry, I’ll have the servants handle it.”

  Biranal nods, looking somewhat at a loss for a moment before regaining her usual mask of coolness.

  “You’re upset.”

  Although Varzath didn’t exactly phrase it as a question, Biranal still nods.

  Varzath sighs. “Go. Wash yourself from all that blood and order the servants to prepare a bath for us in my room. I’ll join you in a moment.”

  Biranal bows briefly, then rotates her shoulders as she unravels her white wings - normally hidden by the same magic which conceals her weapons - to their full length, bends her knees, and takes flight, quickly disappearing from sight into the pace below.

  Varzath stands midst his destroyed throne room for a moment, wondering if he should have handled the situation differently. Perhaps the Escort could’ve been convinced to return empty-handed, for once, even if numerous attempts in the past have proven such creatures all but immune to his charms.

  In truth, he simply felt he could get away with their deaths, and his anger was strong enough to command it… Has he become a sve to his own desires? Pampered by a life of luxury and servants?

  In such a case, he’ll need not only a new objective but also a change of scenery. In order to remember the demon he once was, and reignite his fire…

  But how? And where?

  Varzath walks up to his balcony as he stares toward the city below, hoping the vision will inspire some sort of insight into his problems...

  Instead, he finds himself reminiscing through his long life as a demon, from the chains of a sve to ruling over a Domain of his own…

  Unable to find a solution, Varzath eventually gives up, summoning a few servants as he orders them to begin the hall’s reconstruction.

  Since Biranal should already be waiting for him by now, Varzath invokes a spell to distort his shadow, having it bring him through the pace in but a moment.

  Arriving, or better described, appearing in his room, he wastes no time before undressing, simply throwing aside his easily removable robes as he heads toward the bathroom.

  The silence is immediately noticeable, for it cks the usual giggles and spshes pertaining to his servants… It seems Biranal is in no mood to share, after what happened.

  Entering his bathroom, Varzath sweeps his gaze over the rge, shallow pool before him, initially finding no signs of Biranal, except for a discarded robe at the pool’s edge.

  It doesn’t take long before he notices her, however, in the form of a glimpse of white across the water's surface, briefly revealing a breast, followed by a thigh, as Biranal disappears under the water once more.

  Her swimming is utterly devoid of sound, as a predator about to strike… It is easy to forget her true nature when she’s so often working hard to prevent it from showing.

  And as he watches glimpses of Biranal’s naked body slowly breaking the surface, as if she’s revealing herself bit by bit, Varzath smiles.

  This is a show no demon in his Domain could replicate, and she is certainly aware of that fact; To his amazement, while staring at a standing nipple as it slowly disappears underwater, Varzath feels his member starting to respond.

  Today is certainly a day of surprises.

  Now avidly, Varzath watches as Biranal’s ass breaks the water directly in front of him, revealing her sex in its full glory for a long second, then the soles of her feet, as she swims away once more.

  It is clear she is teasing him.

  Rather than feeling angry, however, Varzath simply sits at the pool’s edge as he continues to enjoy the show, which sts several minutes more, even as his member stands to full attention against his thigh.

  His patience is rewarded when Biranal eventually draws near the edge once more, this time, slowly rising as she approaches it…

  First her head, then her neck and shoulders are revealed, followed by a perked pair of breasts and a duo of standing, pink nipples…

  Biranal’s body is a sight to behold. Snder, yet strong. Her tattoos, the runes responsible for many of the spells she’s capable of using, stand out against her pale skin in florescent dark blue...

  Biranal stops as she breaks the water up to her waist, maintaining her sex barely out of sight, if still slightly visible under the surface.

  And as her long, straight hair is dragged out of the water not unlike a wave of pure darkness, surrounding her white skin as it settles against it, Biranal's hungry ruby eyes finally lock against Varzath’s.

  Then, with her slender, long tail swinging alluringly at her back, Biranal smiles timidly as she allows her eyes to slowly trail Varzath’s body, ending their path upon the hardness of his member.

  “…It’s up,” she murmurs, voice slightly hoarse.

  “It seems so.”

  Biranal licks her lips, then seems to catch herself, once more raising her gaze to meet Varzath’s.

  Unfortunately, it appears her newfound courage ends here.

  Oh, before the day is over, she’ll still regret having reignited in him the spark of desire… He’ll fuck her so silly, the whole pace might wonder if an attack is coming, for the screams of their general shall reach every corner of it. But first…

  Varzath smiles devilishly as he uses a finger to beckon Biranal, then points it toward his dick.

  “Who said you could stop, you foolish creature?”

  JBDantas

  Hell: Contrary to popur belief, Hell (or the Infernal Pne) isn’t simply a barren ndscape, but rather, it possesses an ecosystem of its own, albeit an extremely dangerous one. Hell’s “animals” are usually referred to as lesser demons, while its intelligent life, or species, comes in many varying forms.

  Incubi/Succubi: One of Hell’s many intelligent species. While at first gnce no different than an attractive-looking human appearance-wise, these creatures feed from their prey’s Life Force (more about Life Force ter) through sexual activities, and tend to possess a high affinity to Mind Magic. Although not as dangerous as many of their cousins, they’re responsible for numerous humans having their Souls corrupted due to human’s inherent desire for sex.

  Hell’s Circles: Kingdoms, each one being ruled over by a Demon Lord or Lady. Seventy-two Circles may exist at any given point, since no more than seventy-two Demon Lords or Ladies may exist at once (more about this next chapter).

  The Table: A council composed of Hell's 12 most powerful Lords (Usually first to twelfth Circle, though there have been exceptions in the past), creatures so ancient and powerful, they approach the existence of the Creator... Or so it is cimed. Few of their members have been spotted in the flesh in recent millennia.

  The Dark Escort: Envoys of the Table, working directly under their command. Their job usually consists of collecting taxes, conscripting soldiers, and, more generally, making sure things are as their Lords and Ladies desire.

  Horde: Military unity for demons, usually used to represent ten thousand of them.

  Infernal Dragons: A race of dragons originated from the Infernal Pne. Thanks to their inherent strength, and already small numbers, they were driven to near extinction by being constantly forced to fight in the war against Heaven.

  Additional Info I: The uses of money in Hell are still many, varying from artifacts (more about these ter), protection, commodities from other Pnes (wine, sweets, and so on), housing, sves, etc...

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