"Moving on!" Menov started. "I'm in charge because I'm the strongest."
"Prove it, then." Urem said, tears of joy still visible in her eyes.
"There's nothing to—"
"Let's have an all out brawl. Whoever is left standing in the end will be the one in charge." Tarantus added.
"Wait, I feel like we're trailing off the main—"
"I like it! You can count me in." Cerberus said with his tail wagging.
"Wait you guys, can I suggest—"
"Right then, it's decided. Let's start now." Urem announced.
I knew coming here was the right choice, let's get it started.
The male silhouette floated cross-legged in the centre of the room, drifting closer like an audience member leaning forward in their seat for a better view of the carnage.
I'll try watching from a different angles this time.
The three of them took on a fighting stance, ready to have a full-blown fight.
How did we get here? Unable to stop them, Menov reluctantly let things play out, for now.
The three demons didn't waste anymore time.
The ground trembled as Cerberus charged into the hall. All his three heads roared at once—one exhaling a river of flame, another spitting a crushing wave of water, and the third crackling with violent arcs of lightning.
Tarantus dropped from the ceiling in a blur of limbs. Silk exploded from her hands, threads weaving mid-air into layered webs. Fire scorched the first net to ash, but water slowed in its strands, with lightning grounding uselessly through the damp silk.
"Tsk." She clicked her tongue in irritation and vanished upward again, toxin dripping from her fangs.
A soft laugh echoed.
Urem stepped from the shadows, her eyes glowing pink.
"Such noisy beasts." she purred.
The lightning head faltered—snarling, then whimpering.
"What?!" Cerberus staggered as hallucinations invaded his minds—enemies where allies stood, and walls where none existed. The fire head snapped at empty air, scorching illusionary foes.
Tarantus seized the opening. Threads shot forward, wrapping Cerberus's legs, anchoring him to the floor. She dove low, her fangs flashing—until the water head roared and blasted her aside, washing toxin harmlessly across the stone.
Urem—who was also distracted, found herself hung from the ceiling.
"BDSM, eh? I rather like it." she said with a seductive smirk. "Though, I'm usually the one doing the dominating, love."
"Maybe you should be open to new things." Tarantus teased.
Cerberus shook violently, all three heads howling as control returned.
Fire, water, and lightning detonated outward in a chaotic storm.Webs burned and illusions shattered.
The hall collapsed into smoke, silk, and echoing laughter—none of the three willing to yield, all wounded, and all still hunting one another.
The clash reached its peak—firestorm colliding with torn silk, lightning ripping through fading illusions, and then everything stopped. The damage was so bad, that half of the entire castle was in ruins.
Every single demon nearby all ran for cover, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. Also, they needed to call the demons from the outer rungs to come and repair all the damage.
It was a great way for them to not do any work, and the less fortunate demons eagerly accepted the job, since it meant that they would get paid handsomely.
Indeed, the destruction of the FDG Castle was so frequent, that there was even a protocol on what to do after it was destroyed. Its owners were simply too violent in how the handled disputes.
A wet plop echoed across the half destroyed castle. From the completely shattered ceiling, something fell.
It landed between them without force, without sound beyond a soft ripple—an amorphous demon slime, spreading calmly across the cracked stone like spilled glass.
"You've all had your fun. Now it's my turn." Menov declared.
Cerberus's three heads snarled in unison.
Fire erupted first.
The flames vanished the instant they touched the slime—absorbed, swallowed without heat or smoke.
Water followed, surging with an immense crushing force—only to be drawn in, disappearing as if poured into an endless void.
Then lightning struck last, screaming into the mass—and died silently.
The slime pulsed once, wrapping part of itself all over the three headed bolf's body, and pinning him in place.
Cerberus froze.
Steel fur dulled, joints locking as a thin film crept up his legs.
The beast collapsed with a thunderous crash, three heads whimpering as their magic was sealed beneath a transparent prison.
Tarantus reacted instantly, leaping backward, threads firing toward the ceiling—
They snapped.
The slime—a part of it still pinning the wolf in place, stretched impossibly fast.
Menov's tendrils formed mid-air, catching and wrapping around her limbs with gentle pressure. Her toxin hissed uselessly against his surface before being neutralized, her movements slowing as if trapped in amber.
Urem's smile faltered.
She whispered a spell, eyes blazing a bright pink. Hallucinations bloomed—fear, desire, domination, but the slime didn't react.
It flowed forward, rising just enough to brush Urem's ankle. Her charm broke into panic as her magic vanished like breath in a vacuum. She fell to her knees, restrained in a clear slime cocoon, eyes wide with disbelief.
The slime settled, stretched across the entire room whilst immobilizing three demons by wrapping its slime form around their bodies.
The room went silent.
Within it, lay the three powerful demons, defeated not by force, but by absolute negation. And as a show of superiority, perhaps a mark of dominance, Menov had left all three of them covered in his slime.
Then, slowly, the slime rippled… and spoke. "Well?" Menov asked with absolute confidence.
"Fine. You're in charge." Urem admitted in frustration.
"That's good." Menov responded. Phew, I was beginning to reach my limit too. There's only so much magic I can absorb before my body eventually gets destroyed.
The others agreed to make Menov the one in charge. They settled back at their seats to continue on with their original reason for gathering together.
After watching the slime effortlessly dispatch all three opponents, the male silhouette clapped its hands in genuine admiration.
Well done, way to show them who's in charge! Gotta say, being a slime has to be some kind of cheat. Then again, as long as it's entertaining, I'm all for it.
"Aah~" the succubus let out a soft moan.
Urem was the only one of the three still coated in slime, the thick substance glistening across every curve of her body.
"Aah—yes~" came another moan.
The others had one of Cerberus's heads wash off the slime from their body the moment the fight was over.
"Mmhm—right there~" she continued to moan.
Urem slowly ran her hands over herself, lingering along her chest and between her thighs as she toyed with the slick goo covering her skin, clearly savoring the sensation.
"Nngh—I'm gonna—Aahh~" she let out in satisfaction as she came, her fluids pooling on the floor beneath her.
The others paid her little attention, as this kind of behavior was nothing unusual for her. Indeed, Urem frequently plays with herself in front of her three friends, and she loves it.
Hahaha!!! She's a freak! And I'm loving it!
"Good. Now, report." Menov demanded once more.
The demons were tasked with agitating the humans and simultaneously wipe out the human population by invading their lands and attacking settlements. This was the case for Menov, Tarantus, and Cerberus.
The point was to give the demons an advantage during the war by decreasing the fighting power that the humans possessed. At least, that's what they were told by their master.
They would start by discreetly destroying the small settlement that barely mattered, so as to not be found out early on.
For decades, the demons executed their plan flawlessly. Humans—who were occupied with their own circumstances, were unable to connect the pieces together and thought that it was merely just a coincidence.
Then again, most of the humans weren't aware of the recent attacks in the first place, given how remote most of them were.
Other demons were killed in the process however, they were "A necessary sacrifice." as Menov stated coldly.
Urem was given another task different from the others. It was similar, but slightly different overall. Her role was to create as much internal disturbance to major population in a discreet manner.
Actually, let's let her explain this part.
... OK.
"Being a succubus, I possessed every skill required to bring a command structure quietly to its knees whilst ensuring the demons' involvement remained entirely concealed. Any gentleman who held a position of real authority stood precious little chance against my charms."
Only the humans gifted with sufficient magical strength to detect my presence were truly safe. And even then, that was solely because I preferred not to take unnecessary risks that might draw inconvenient attention to our kind and endanger the broader plan.
I would weave my influence through them, turning allies against one another with the most careful application of charm. Where it suited me, I replaced them outright through shapeshifting, or simply bent their wills until they carried out every instruction without the slightest hesitation.
I frequently selected humans I found aesthetically pleasing and indulged myself with them without restraint—man or woman, it made no difference whatsoever. Some emerged from the encounter shaken, thoroughly drained, and permanently altered.
A rare few, however, proved far too intoxicating. With those, I lost all sense of measure. Desire sharpened into hunger, and hunger into excess. I would take and take until their bodies simply failed beneath me, until pleasure tipped past the point of survival.
When the warmth faded and the thrill dulled, I discarded what remained without a flicker of remorse and went in search of the next diversion.
There were nights when a single body proved quite insufficient. On those occasions, I surrounded myself with several at once, drawing from them in tandem, directing their attention and devotion until none remained untouched.
All of them would fill all three of my holes to the brim—sometimes each one occupied by a pair rather than a single partner.
Two dicks in one hole, huh? I can't imagine how... painful...? Or pleasurable? it must be. Whatever. It must be something, to say the least.
They existed solely to satisfy me—temporary instruments to be spent, exhausted, and ultimately replaced.
To me, they were never lovers.
Only toys.
In fact, one of the more recent unfortunate victims had been a family of three.
She finished with a lustful smirk, almost drooling even, while still playing with herself.
"Thanks... for that very explicit description of your mission thus far." Menov spoke with exasperation.
"Nice storytelling." Tarantus said with a nod.
"Thanks. This one human used to read novels from some author called Nekash." Urem responded.
"Who's that?"
"Not sure," she replied with a shrug. "But some humans hold him in rather high regard, at least when it comes to storytelling. I read a few of his books to better match their level of literacy."
"So, the author's a man?"
"I wouldn't know. I just decided as such. Gives me the motivation to hunt him down and play with him." she smiled with a devilish glint in her eyes.
Tarantus lowered his head with a sigh. "Of course you did… What else was I expecting."
Urem raised a brow. "Did you just ignore the part where I said I read books?" she shot back. "How many of you lot can actually say that, hmm?"
Tarantus fell silent, lacking any real response.
"Yeah," Urem said, a note of smug satisfaction in her voice. "That's what I thought."
Cerberus was drooling in his sleep, and the others just left him. This was nothing new to them. Just as Urem constantly played with herself even when they were around, Cerberus was a frequent sleeper.
In fact, he has spent a third of his life asleep. He was just that lazy.
Urem spoke, "So, are we going to have that threesome or what?"
That's sounds interesting, can I see? Wait... is it weird to want to see? I mean, I did create them in the first place, doesn't that mean I'm be entitled to do whatever I want with them?
...? Doesn't work like that, you freak.
I mean yeah, just insult me why don't you?
Sorry.
I'm just kidding. You know we're always cool. Anyways, let's get back to finishing the chapter.
The other two looked visibly annoyed at Urem's suggestion.
"You never know how good it is until you try it, love." she added.
She makes a very compelling argument. The male silhouette said with another exaggerated nod.
Cerberus snored in his sleep, shifting the attention away from Urem and her topic of conversation.
Doesn't seem like they want to. Should I just make them do it, or would that be weird? I know, I'll create a world of beings who constantly have sex and just observe that instead. I'll call it, Buhnorp.
I'm not even going to try and touch that topic.
You don't need to. Now that I've stated it, it's something that's going to happen and thus, is now canon. Whether you write it down or not makes no difference whatsoever.
What is wrong with you?
If I had to give one answer, I'd say that I have too much power.
I'm also a fictional character, so I can do and say all these things because I don't have to worry about the consequences, unlike you—who's powerless, and living in the real world with real life consequences.
It must be hard...
You have no idea.
Well, just keep trying your best.
Thanks.
Don't mention it. As for the readers, see you guys on the next chapter. Not literally the next one, I mean the one releasing next week.