After his encounter with Sunnazoth, Varzath spent most of the day making the initial preparations for the pn, as well as visiting demons across the Domain whose support he might need.

  Some of them, the ones he trusts at least somewhat, were told a brief version of the truth, one which omits the fact he might truly perish during the pn’s execution and where exactly he is going, while including the fact he’ll leave either Sunnazoth or Zugdradak to rule in his stead, during his absence.

  As for the others, for now, they were made to know he is going on an important trip soon, and that they should lend their support to his regent once he is gone.

  The truth might come to light eventually, but such a thing is inevitable no matter how much they attempt to hide it; After all, once Varzath’s body is destroyed, the Domain will no longer have a ruler (at least for the brief period during which it will still exist without a master), and they’ll need to choose a new Lord or Lady to inherit it.

  Both Sunnazoth and Zugdradak should qualify for the position, at least in terms of personal power… Therefore, a part of the reason Varzath visited these demons was to make sure none of them pns to challenge his retainers’ authority. As long he manages to convince Zugdradak to lend Sunnazoth his support (or vice versa), they should easily amass enough support to take over a masterless Domain, and crown a new Demon Lord for Hell’s Seventieth Circle.

  Of course, a single day is far from enough time to have all the meetings necessary, and Varzath will most likely spend a good portion of his remaining time in Hell talking to demons he hasn’t seen in centuries.

  On another note, Sonog wasn’t exactly happy about their new deadline, especially when he was informed of the changes to his seal Varzath will need in order to make his pn work. Unfortunately, the deadline wasn’t simply a whim of his, but the time Varzath estimates the hordes of Hell will take to reach Abdiel, their six-winged friend, and as such, Sonog eventually relented, despite his grumbling…

  So much to do, and so little time.

  Ironically, now that the fires of his desires have reignited, Varzath finds himself without any time to quench them. The aftermath of his visit to Sunnazoth had his cock aching throughout the whole day, and his subsequent visits to several succubi and incubi across the Domain - many of whom were far from shy in their attempt to seduce him - didn’t exactly help either.

  Of course, Varzath hasn’t forgotten he promised Sunnazoth he’d return by nighttime.

  Unfortunately, the time of their meeting is soon to approach, and he still hasn’t made the most important visit of the day…

  Discharging the coat of shadows pertaining to his travel spell, Varzath releases a small sigh as he appears before the main quarters of his armies, located not far from the edge of his Domain.

  Ignoring the surprised, hastily bowing soldiers, Varzath walks toward the sounds of battle nearby, quickly arriving at their training camps, at the edge of which he stops, raising an eyebrow.

  To say the pce is a mess would be a criminal understatement.

  Groaning, bleeding demons lie everywhere, while groups of healing magic specialists attempt to drag the unconscious away from the worst of the conflict, which seems to involve several winged creatures trying to subdue a single, bck figure in skin-tight battle armor.

  “Milord! Thank the Lords you’ve arrived!”

  Immediately, a nearby incubus abandons the demon he was attempting to heal in order to approach, throwing himself on a knee as he bows his head toward Varzath.

  “My Lord needs to stop her! This can’t be called training! Our mana is about to be depleted, and if we can’t treat the wounded-!”

  Before the demon can finish, something huge crashes against the ground before them, something which Varzath quickly recognizes as one of his lieutenants, now bleeding from several wounds around his massive scaled body.

  The demon attempts to rise, even while shuddering in pain, before Varzath pces his hand against his rge shoulder, causing the lieutenant’s eyes to snap in his direction, then to widen in recognition.

  “Milord… Lord Varzath…!”

  “Your wings have been broken, Tralmiun. Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

  Tralmiun cringes; However, having realized he won’t be rejoining the battle anytime soon, he at least ceases his attempts at rising.

  “She… Commander Biranal has always been strict, but never like this. She said we needed to toughen up… But she’s just breaking our soldiers. They aren’t learning anything from this madness… Anything other than how fearsome an infernal dragon can truly be, that is,” Tralmiun expins in between heavy breaths, gncing toward the rapidly soaring figure in the sky with in a mix of fear and admiration.

  As a matter of fact, Varzath knows Biranal is still holding back considerably, otherwise, he’d stepping upon a field of bodies, not wounded. However, it is also obvious she has lost herself somewhat, and in this state, it might not be long until the st of her inhibitions are removed.

  ‘All troops, retreat immediately. Help to carry the wound if needed. I’ll assume from here,’ Varzath sends the soldiers, making his voice sound clear through the minds of those present… Those except Biranal, that is.

  Not only is her helmet imbued with defenses against mind magic, in her current state, he doubts he’d be able to reach her mind without exerting a great deal of effort, and possibly enraging her beyond the edge.

  Infernal dragons still share most of the resistances of their kind, after all, and the only reason he is usually able to access Biranal’s mind so easily is her trust in him…

  Soon, Biranal finds herself chasing after her own shadow - quite literally, in this case, as Varzath created a shadow puppet in order to buy enough time for the others to retreat – while Varzath himself unhurriedly makes his way across the destroyed training field.

  The puppet doesn’t st long against an increasingly infuriated Biranal, even as it is constantly reformed by Varzath’s magic... But once it is destroyed, he simply creates a new one.

  However, maintaining such puppets requires no small amount of concentration, and, in his current weakened state due to six months of starvation, Varzath reaches his limit after creating five of them, each of which is more or less equivalent to a lieutenant-level demon, except fearless and able to reform themselves in real-time.

  Sitting upon the edge of a broken wall, Varzath smiles as he continues to observe the fight, and a now struggling Biranal.

  Of course, he’d never expect her to lose to such weak opponents under normal circumstances, even while holding back, but…

  Snapping his fingers, Varzath brings the closest puppet to blow up just as Biranal was about to strike it, then a second one to grab her leg before she can reorient herself, tossing her against the ground with strength enough to cause small cracks to appear on impact.

  Two more puppets are upon her before Biranal manages to raise her now shaking body, taking hold of her wings and arms as they force her to kneel, while a third one grabs her helmet and tosses it aside.

  ‘Hello, love. Having fun?’

  Biranal’s enraged expression changes to one of surprise, and, after a moment, all fight seems to leave her body.

  Needless to mention, Varzath also has his puppets remain on standby, although they don’t release of her just yet.

  “My… My Lord…?”

  Biranal slowly gnces at her surroundings with confusion.

  “What… What happened…? Were we attacked?”

  ‘I suppose you could say as much.’

  Varzath shares with Biranal his recent memories, showing her the destruction caused by her wrath.

  Shuddering, Biranal lowers her eyes in shame. “…I’m… I’m sorry. I must’ve lost control again…”

  Varzath clicks his tongue. ‘This is why I tell you to stop always holding back so much.’

  Biranal cringes. “…How many… How many were killed…?”

  ‘As far as I know, no one. It seems they were trained well.’

  Almost tentatively, Biranal raises her gaze toward Varzath’s figure, still sitting with his legs crossed, as he smiles at her.

  “My Lord…” Biranal murmurs coyly, “I’ll… I’ll accept any punishments…”

  Varzath nearly rolls his eyes as he points a finger in her direction. “Shut up. I’m not about to reward you for bad behavior.”

  Rising, Varzath waves his hand as he dismisses his puppets, changing his expression to one of seriousness, as he continues, “Forget about this. I just came to warn you in regards to what we were discussed this morning; I’ve decided to accept Sonog’s proposal. A month from now, more or less, we’ll be leaving to a remote location in order to execute his pn.”

  Biranal’s eyes widen.

  “Also, I haven’t told the others yet, but I’ve selected Sunnazoth as my repcement, meaning she’ll Ascend once I’m gone, becoming Hell’s new Seventieth Lady. In my absence, the Domain will face many threats, both external and otherwise, and in order to face these threats, I hope you’ll continue to serve Sunnazoth as dutifully as you’ve me.”

  “Sunna… Sunnazoth? Our… Our new Lady…?”

  Biranal looks positively sick over the idea, her expression as though she might vomit at any second.

  “Well, that’s the gist of what I had to say, anyway. Do make sure to clean this pce up soon… You may consider it your punishment, if it makes you feel any better.”

  Shrugging, Varzath turns away, as if he’s about to leave.

  “W-wait! My… My Lord, where…?!”

  Varzath gnces over his shoulder, pretending confusion. “Where…? Oh. Conveniently, Sunnazoth invited me for dinner tonight. I’ll tell her about her promotion… And I suppose we’ll see what happens from there. If she feels grateful enough… Thinking on it, I might not be avaible until morning, or, most likely, tomorrow afternoon…”

  Varzath smiles faintly, before turning away again as he waves to her over his shoulder...

  He doesn’t take more than a single step.

  “You…! Bastard…!”

  Crackling sounds fill the air, which seems to stop moving for a moment, as Biranal slowly rises, having now equipped her maces.

  Varzath fakes a look of confusion. “Love? Is something the matter?”

  That does it.

  Biranal’s tail snaps through the air, producing a noise no different than a whip being struck, if ten times louder, as her wings unfold fully, producing a gust of wind nearly strong enough to raise Varzath from his feet; Then, the ground beneath her boots crumbles, as Biranal roars, expression no longer showcasing any remaining sanity.

  Seeing no need to pretend further, Varzath smiles as he immediately summons his puppets and commands them to strike…

  “Out of my way, thrash.”

  Biranal’s cold voice is accompanied by a single explosion of wind and dirt.

  With Varzath being scarcely able to follow her movements, his puppets are gone in but a moment, as Biranal soars in his direction.

  Having almost no time to react, he immediately creates several shadow spears, which rise from the ground in an attempt at blocking her path…

  But Biranal simply smashes through them, thrusting her armor and skin to stop the damage.

  Against a less skilled, or powerful mage, her move might’ve been enough to end the fight for good, but Varzath simply clenches his fist, causing the spears to become tentacles which wrap themselves around Biranal’s body, and stop her dead in her tracks, at least for a moment; Moment which is long enough for a reformed puppet, now armed with a war hammer, to strike her down.

  In an explosion of sound and wind, Biranal reaches the ground, falling upon a single foot, then immediately taking flight again, as though the puppet’s hit was nothing but a minor annoyance.

  However, the brief moment of respite was enough to allow Varzath to reform his puppets completely, and Biranal has to smash them once more before advancing…

  Biranal roars again, and Varzath smiles savagely as he commands wave upon wave of shadow magic against her, employing every dirty, underhanded trick he can think of in order to maintain her at bay… Only to teleport away once she’s about to reach him.

  In the heat of their increasingly violent fight, Varzath quickly loses notion of how much time has passed, being forced to maintain his full concentration on Biranal’s enraged form lest her maces make short work of his handsome visage.

  However, although his mana is nearly limitless while inside his own Domain, his body and mind are still very much capable of becoming tired, especially while in his current state of weakness…

  Biranal screams in fury as the tentacle of shadows wrap itself against her leg, discharging a current of electric magic, one of the many she was forced to endure so far.

  This once, however, she seems to ck the strength to escape in time, and the tentacle, under Varzath’s command, swings her body toward the ruins of a nearby building, crashing it upon stone and earth violently.

  Varzath might’ve breathed with relief, were he still able to breathe properly; As things stand, he forces himself to straighten his body while wiping at a forehead drenched in sweat.

  Damn it, when was the st time he exerted himself to this extent…?

  Varzath doesn’t have more than a moment to catch his breath, however, before Biranal reappears, tossing aside a wall of concrete many times her size.

  Her expression is still just as determined and lived as it was once they started, even if the absence of her wings makes it clear she’s now unable to fly, and most of her armor has been shed away at one point or another, revealing the bck, skin-tight cloth underneath.

  As Biranal begins to walk in his direction, her body shaking slightly, and a single mace still held firmly in her grip, Varzath attempts to summon a puppet, only to have it crumble before his eyes pathetically.

  “...Oh.”

  Varzath realizes his hands shake, and that, upon attempting to utilize his magic, formus he is normally able to produce with a single thought now fall apart in the forefront of his mind, becoming worthless.

  Much of his magical power still remains, but it seems his mind has reached its limits.

  Varzath smiles, closing his eyes briefly, then allowing himself to fall back, releasing a long, tired sigh.

  Fshing a grin toward an approaching Biranal, Varzath simply waits, while supported by his elbows, for her to reach him, making no further attempts at escaping or deterring her.

  “Well, it seems I overestimated myself somewhat… How about we call it a draw and let bygones behind us, love? You look about to fall forward yourself…”

  Unsurprisingly, Biranal seems even further enraged by his actions and words; For a moment, Varzath wonders if she’ll simply swing her mace against his face…

  But no, Biranal stops herself at the st second, having her mace uncomfortably close to his nose, before pulling it away, then unsummoning it.

  Oh, Varzath is sure he is far from forgiven, considering her expression, but it is good to know even in this state, she still cares enough to stop herself from killing him. And as Biranal stands above him, shaking with fury, Varzath smiles at her; It seems she still needs a small push…

  “What, that’s it? After all of that, I thought you’d at least break my leg-”

  “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

  Varzath doesn’t have time to finish his sentence as Biranal abruptly appears before him, pinning his back to the ground by virtue of a bootless foot against his chest.

  Varzath attempts to speak, only to realize he can’t.

  “My apologies, My Lord, I did not notice you ying there,” Biranal speaks, her tone cold and sarcastic as she eyes Varzath with eyes nearly infmed with rage. “Oops! How shall I ever atone for stepping upon My Lord…?”

  Varzath feels his rib cage about to break under Biranal’s foot, yet he continues to grin at her.

  “That’s… Much better… love...”

  Biranal grits her teeth, clenching her fists as her entire body seems to shake under the sheer power of her rage. “You… Piece of shit… I feel another word from this venous tongue of yours shall drive me insane…”

  “You could always… Tear it away... Go on… Let it go, love… Give me… Everything you have…”

  Biranal’s ruby eyes widen, her pupils shrinking until they’re mere red lines against whiteness.

  “I thought I told My Lord…”

  Abruptly, Varzath finds himself able to breathe again, if only for a moment before his hair is grabbed, painfully, and two mountains of bck fill his vision.

  “…To shut the fuck up!”

  The smell of Biranal’s sex, sweat, and ass, abruptly fill Varzath’s breathing as she presses herself against him, or, more specifically, against his face, rendering him unable to breathe or speak while wrapping her tail around his neck.

  Needless to mention, Biranal is far from clean after their battle; Still, Varzath doesn’t fight her as she slowly grinds herself against his face, once, then twice, shuddering all the while.

  “Oh… This is it… I hope my ass… Isn’t too much of a burden… I just feel so tired… After all those shocks… My Lord so graciously… Bestowed me…!”

  Each phrase spoken by Biranal is accompanied by her sex being dragged against his face, slowly at first, then faster and faster as Biranal’s words soon become intertwined by moans.

  “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?! Bastard! Perverted Lord!”

  Biranal’s words are now screams, and her moans are uncontained.

  She isn’t exactly being gentle with his face, either, while rubbing herself against it.

  “You think I didn’t notice that monstrous thing you call a dick bulging against your pants during our fight?! Who gets hard from casting spells?!”

  Varzath can’t exactly tell her he was purposefully aiming to remove her armor during their fight; He might truly die if that came to light.

  “And why are most of your stupid spells shaped as tentacles or hands?! Where do you think they’re touching whenever they grab me, Stupid Lord?!”

  That, too, was obviously on purpose.

  “And… And even now…! You’re still…! So obviously fucking hard!”

  What can he say?

  A few days prior, he’d have simply calmed Biranal, patted her head, and walked away.

  A few centuries prior, he’d have fought her, subdued her forcefully, then given her the night of her life, whether she wanted to or not… Which, ironically enough, is more or less a faithful recounting of their first encounter.

  But Varzath sees things differently, as off exactly two days prior. Once he’s gone, those who remain will have to work together in order to maintain the Domain from falling, and they’ll have to do so without his leadership, which they have grown used to relying on.

  Having Biranal break out of her shell is a necessary step for her growth, and the Domain’s survival, going forward.

  Were he to have died as a result of his actions, Varzath would have had no regrets, other than having fallen short of the demon his subjects believe him to be.

  This, he supposes, has not changed throughout two millennia since he freed himself, and his people, from Ig'droren, swearing then he would build a pce devoid of the needless cruelty caused by creatures like her.

  He’s no hero or savior.

  But he’ll fight for the things he believes worth fighting for, be it Heaven, or Hell, who stand in his way…

  Biranal releases one final scream as she finally comes, her entire body trembling violently as she presses herself against him almost desperately.

  As Varzath feels even his body is also approaching its limit – a different kind of limit, unfortunately – he taps lightly against Biranal’s thigh then, who now pants heavily, in the hopes she’ll understand his predicament.

  Fortunately, Biranal does raise herself slightly, allowing Varzath a much-needed breath of air…

  Normally, he’d have no issue formuting a spell for such occasions, but their fight had him truly spent... It’ll be a least a couple of minutes before he’s able to cast even the simplest spell again.

  “Is this all the great Lord of Hell’s Seventieth Circle can manage?” Biranal asks, voice cold as ice, even if slightly tired sounding.

  One gnce into Biranal’s ruby eyes makes it clear she is still far from satisfied, or ready to forgive him.

  Feeling he has pushed her far enough for now, Varzath simply remains silent as she grabs the bottom of her skin-tight pants and easily tears it apart, revealing to him her slightly reddened, drenched sex in its full glory, along with the pink, wrinkled hole above.

  “Lick,” Biranal orders.

  This time, Varzath can’t help but to smile. “…Which one?”

  Biranal simply shoves her butt against his face once more…

  Varzath doesn’t know how long he spent unconscious, as he barely remembers the moment when he lost his consciousness to being with.

  His head rests against something soft, but his body is still very much lying against the cold ground, aching in its entirety.

  Heh; He should hold back on healing some of his bruises for now. Also, he’s probably out of practice when it comes to pretending a limp, so rehearsing a little can’t hurt.

  Is it going to be enough…?

  Who is he kidding? Limping or not, Sunnazoth is absolutely going to kill him for having stood her up.

  “I can tell you’re awake, My Lord.”

  Opening his eyes, Varzath gnces up to find Biranal’s ruby gaze locked against his face, her expression a strange mix of shame, exasperation, and relief.

  Turns out she had him lying against her p.

  Varzath smiles at her. “For a moment back there, I thought I was a goner… Well, it wouldn’t have been the worst way to go.”

  Biranal grimaces. “Was any of what My Lord said even true, to begin with?”

  Varzath shrugs, or, at least, tries to, before flinching. “Some of it was true.”

  “Why?! Why would you drive me to attack you on purpose?!”

  Varzath clicks his tongue. “Now, let us not bme the poor incubus on his lonesome for Apocalypse itself. You attacked me of your accord, love; Were you in your right mind to begin with, none of this would’ve happened.”

  Biranal blushes, averting her eyes from his. “I… I could’ve killed you.”

  “Oh, I noticed. But I believed you’d stop yourself before going that far, and I was correct... Now, what did we learn from all of this?”

  Biranal’s shoulders drop. “I… I’ll need to learn how to control my emotions better. Were something of the sort to happen while My Lord is away…”

  Creating a small shadow hand (which is about all he can manage at present), Varzath interrupts Biranal by flicking her forehead.

  More surprised than hurt, Biranal blinks, as Varzath once more clicks his tongue.

  “We learned nothing, it seems. Try again, think about why this happened to begin with.”

  Biranal falls silent.

  Realizing she won’t speak on her own, at least not without a little push, Varzath rolls his eyes. “Nothing? Or are you too ashamed to admit the truth? Should I expin it, myself?”

  Biranal clenches her teeth. “There’s no need. Your words, they… They made me jealous. Jealous and scared...”

  “And you were jealous of?”

  Biranal throws him a gnce, as though she doesn’t believe he is forcing her to say it out loud.

  Varzath sighs. “Believe it or not, love, this is not an exercise to bolster my ego, which is already quite sufficiently big.”

  “…I was jealous of My Lord. And scared you might go away and leave me on my own.”

  “There, that wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”

  Biranal grimaces.

  “Go on. We’re almost there,” Varzath prompts.

  “And the reason I was jealous and scared is that… Is t-that I… I… I l-lo-” Biranal stutters, her face growing more crimson by the second under his gaze.

  “And finally, we’ve arrived at the heart of the issue.”

  And, frankly, a part of the reason he distanced himself from her during past decades.

  “But… But I thought demons were incapable of…”

  Biranal expression is almost the complete opposite of her battle one, vulnerable and scared, as she stares at Varzath.

  Damn it, this stupid girl, how many times did he warn her?

  Love truly is a curse.

  Varzath sighs. “Many seem to believe demons incapable of love, yes. I have my doubts, but, at the very least, it is obvious we experience such emotions in a different manner than mortals and angels... However, that’s beside the point. After all, you, my love, has never been a demon. And I’ve met enough dragons over the past century to know they feel as fiercely as they fight.”

  Biranal’s eyes widen.

  “What? You can’t mean to tell me you’ve never realized...”

  But, to his disbelief, Biranal shakes her head silently, looking utterly shocked herself, and causing Varzath’s jaw to fall.

  “You idiot! During all of our talks in regards to how dangerous love can be, who did you think I was warning?!”

  “I thought My Lord was speaking in general! I didn’t realize I… Nobody told me…”

  “In general?! You thought I was venting, like some senile old man, didn’t you?!”

  Birinal blushes furiously, confirming Varzath’s suspicions.

  Facepalming, even as he groans from the pain, Varzath rolls away from her, despite Biranal’s protests, as he attempts to rise.

  And although his body aches in its entirety, Varzath eventually manages a standing position, refusing to allow a bit of pain to stop him from completing his objectives for the day.

  Biranal stands nearby, seemingly ready to catch him were him to fall, except the only thing she manages is to make his dick immediately stand to attention by having her exposed sex in full dispy through the hole in her pants she herself created.

  Clenching his teeth, then shoving her aside as he walks past, Varzath curses his own naivete for assuming she’d have considered her own nature at least once during the past centuries of existing.

  It seems, despite having always known she is an infernal dragon among demons, she never stopped to think about what that means, most likely having considered herself no different than a mere demon…

  Then again, he supposes she is nothing but a child in terms of the lifespan of her kind. Is it really that surprising she didn’t figure things out on her own?

  “M-My Lord?”

  “I’m still too tired to teleport us! Just shush and follow me! And you might consider covering yourself before giving our soldiers the show of their lifetimes!”

  Stupid, selfish brat. Couldn’t she have gotten him off at least once after all the trouble he went through to help her…?

  Realizing the state of her own clothes, Biranal yelps.

  “My Lord, w-wait! How am I supposed to cover myself?!”

  “I don’t know! You know what, fuck it, just walk around naked from now on, maybe you’ll finally learn to rex!”

  “As if I ever could! W-wait, My Lord is not stopping!? M-My Lord?! W-wait!”

  JBDantas

  Biranal: Biranal is four-hundred-ish years old. In dragon terms, she'd be more or less considered a teenager, but most of what she learned during her life is reted to battle, not social interactions or sex. Before meeting Varzath, she was initially raised as the equivalent of a war dog, before eventually escaping and making a living as hired muscle in Hell for a while. As fate would have it, she one day received an offer for an assassination contract, her target being upstart Demon Lord called Varzath...

  Ps: Biranal's name is that of demon, not dragon, because the creatures who named her were idiots (a fake demon name; Real ones have power, but Biranal's doesn't).

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