From a rooftop above the chaos, shrouded in the flickering shadows cast by the execution fires below, two figures observed the scene with a mix of tension and resolve.

Lilith, the taller of the pair, stood with her fists clenched at her sides, her exaggerated figure barely contained by scanty purple gear that clung to her large breasts and accentuated the plump curve of her ass atop her straight, thick thighs.

Tiny horns poked from the sides of her head, and a tail with a heart-shaped tip swayed restlessly behind her.

Beside her, Mermia lounged against the ledge, her slimmer form graced with rounder, smaller breasts, her darker gear etched with orange snake-like linings that gleamed faintly in the dim light.

Her own horns and tail mirrored Lilith's, marking them both as succubi, loyal servants of the fallen king.

"Tch. I thought he'd last longer," Lilith murmured, her sharp eyes narrowing as she tapped a clawed finger against her full lips. "They really wanted him dead, those pathetic mortals."

Mermia frowned worriedly, her tail flicking in agitation. "We should have intervened," she said, her voice light but threaded with genuine concern, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned forward for a better view.

Lilith shot her a sidelong glance, her expression hardening. "And break the laws? You know we couldn't. The pact forbids direct interference in mortal executions. We're succubi, not fools rushing to our own banishment."

Below, Velkar's headless body slumped onto the blood-soaked execution block, the crowd's roars swelling into a frenzied crescendo.

The two succubi held their breath, their demonic senses attuned to what the mortals could not perceive.

A shimmering orb of purple energy sprang from the corpse, dancing erratically in the air like a trapped firefly. It was the soul of the Incubus King, raw and unbound.

Only Lilith and Mermia could see it, its ethereal glow pulsing with residual power.

They waited in silence as it ascended, drawn instinctively toward the demonic realm's pull, weaving through the smoke and shadows until it hovered just within reach.

Lilith extended a hand, her fingers curling around the orb with practiced grace.

It resisted at first, buzzing against her palm like a caged storm, but she channeled a whisper of binding magic, coaxing it into a crystal vial she produced from a hidden pouch at her hip.

The vial sealed with a soft click, the orb bouncing inside, its light flickering in protest.

Mermia exhaled sharply, her eyes widening with a mix of awe and amusement. "Isn't it kind of cute? Our Master, reduced to a shiny little orb bouncing around like that?"

Lilith didn't share the levity, her grip tightening on the vial as she tucked it securely against her chest. "Cute or not, we can't waste time. We take this straight to Morgatha. Our Lord's wife is waiting. She'll know what to do."

Mermia nodded, straightening from the ledge with a fluid motion, her wings unfurling slightly in anticipation. "Right. No detours. Let's get moving before those mortals sense anything amiss."

Lilith traced a claw through the air, ripping open a swirling portal of violet flames that hummed with infernal energy.

The two succubi stepped through, the rooftop vanishing behind them as they emerged into the opulent halls of the Demonic Spire.

This was the towering citadel of obsidian and crimson crystal deep in the hellish realms.

Incomparable to Renji's modern earth, this place was like a dark fantasy movie. The air here was thick with sulfur and evil zeduction, echoing with distant moans and whispers that would drive mortals mad.

They hurried through twisting corridors lined with tapestries depicting Velkar's conquests, until they reached the grand chamber at the spire's heart.

Morgatha, the head demoness and Velkar's eternal wife, awaited them on a throne of writhing shadows.

She was a vision of lethal beauty: towering even among succubi, with curves that could topple empires, massive breasts straining against a gown of living silk, hips that swayed with hypnotic grace, and eyes like molten gold that pierced the soul.

Her horns curled elegantly like a crown, and her tail lashed with restrained fury. As Velkar's queen, she ruled the harem in his absence, her power second only to his.

"You have it?" Morgatha's voice boomed like thunder wrapped in velvet, her gaze locking onto the vial in Lilith's hand as the two succubi knelt before her.

Lilith rose first, extending the vial with both hands in a gesture of reverence. "Yes, my queen. His soul. It is intact, though weakened by the mortals' cursed nectar. We retrieved it the moment it emerged."

Morgatha took the vial delicately, holding it up to the chamber's infernal light.

The orb inside pulsed brighter, as if recognizing her touch, and a faint smile curved her blood-red lips. "My beloved... reduced to this fragile spark. Those worms thought they could erase you, but they forget: Incubi do not die so easily. We are eternal, bound by lust and shadow."

Mermia shifted on her knees, her voice tentative. "What now, my queen? Do we nurture it here until he reforms?"

Morgatha's expression darkened, her tail coiling around the throne's arm like a serpent. "No. The mortal realms are too volatile now; their holy orders will hunt any sign of his return. We must hide his essence in another world, one where it can gestate in secret until he's ready to be reborn. Stronger. Unchallenged."

She rose from the throne with regal poise, her gown whispering against the stone floor as she approached a pedestal at the chamber's center.

Upon it lay an ancient tome, its cover bound in demon hide and etched with glowing runes. It was a magical book forged in the fires of the abyss, designed to ensnare and command.

Morgatha uncorked the vial, murmuring an incantation in the guttural tongue of demons: "By the flames of desire and the chains of submission, I bind thee, Velkar, King of Incubi. The man who claims any woman that casts on his gaze, even in this tome your power shall remain, twisting their will to thine until thy rebirth."

The orb flowed out like liquid light, pouring into the book's open pages.

The tome shuddered, its runes flaring purple as the soul infused it, transforming the blank leaves into a repository of forbidden power.

Now, it was no mere book. It held Velkar's essence, capable of bending women to his desires, marking them as his even in his absence.

Morgatha closed the book with a snap, the air crackling with residual magic.

She turned to the succubi, her eyes fierce. "Lilith, Mermia. You will take this to the Void Nexus and conceal it in a fitting world. Choose carefully: a realm of fantasy, rife with beauties to tempt and conquer, where his soul can draw strength from hidden conquests. Guard it until the stars align for his return. Fail, and the consequences will be... eternal."

Lilith bowed deeply, accepting the book with solemn hands. "It will be done, my queen."

Mermia, eyes wide with excitement, stood beside her. "I'm so happy you let me assist, Morgatha! I won't let you down."

Morgatha waved them off with a imperious flick of her tail. "Go. And remember: his legacy depends on this."

The succubi departed through another portal, emerging into the void world.

It was a vast, starless expanse where screens of flickering realms hovered like windows into infinity. Lilith handed the book to Mermia, and gave her a stern expression. "You handle the selection. Be precise. No mistakes."

"You got it!" Mermia beamed, clutching the tome to her chest as her wings spread wide. She glided through the void, the screens materializing around her: above, below, and to every side.

"Alrighty, Mermia," she chimed, tapping her index finger to her chin in mock concentration. "Instructions were clear: find the most fitting world for Master's soul. Somewhere with plenty of women, magic, conquest... ooh, this one!"

She hovered near a screen depicting a desert of crystal dunes, her tail swishing. "Sparkly, but is it demon-friendly? Hmm... scary, gloomy. It's perfect for hiding."

Then she zipped to another: a world drenched in eternal fire, titans howling across battlefields. "Too chaotic. Master needs subtlety to rebuild."

Her arms tightened around the book as she spun in delight, wings scattering glittery sparks that fizzled in the void. "Come on, something with ugly men and beautiful women, like the old realm but better—ah! This one!"

She pointed to a fantasy world of medieval spires, where goblin-like men lumbered beside ethereal beauties. "Yes! Loads of potential pets for Master."

Extending a finger to select it, she twirled in excitement. But in her enthusiasm, her grip loosened.

The book slipped from her grasp, tumbling end over end through the void.

"Eh? Nooo—!" Mermia squeaked, diving after it with claws outstretched.

But it was too late; the tome plummeted into a screen beneath her, vanishing through the ethereal barrier into the chosen realm.

She slammed against the screen, her fingers scraping futilely.

It allowed only souls and artifacts, not full beings like her.

Mermia straightened in the sudden silence, staring down at the world the book had entered.

She could see tall buildings of rectangular blocks. Strange iron carriages zipping along roads with lights blaring like predatory eyes. The people dressed plainly, bustling in crowds without a hint of magic in sight.

This was not a fantasy realm at all, Mermia realized with dawning horror.

It was Earth, the mundane world of boring humans, devoid of demons and ripe for unintended chaos.

Her eyes widened with guilt and dread, her tail drooping. "I'm going to be in so much trouble."

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