Not all Demons are sons and daughters of Demons.

Many Demons are born from various and precise procedures that involve Dark Magic, Summoning Magic, and Demonic Arts.

There are also many that originally were not Demons, but were turned into Demons. Such practices are forbidden in most parts of the world, but Dark Mages capable of performing such Rituals remain in high demand, employed almost exclusively by royalty and nobles of high courts to settle scores, or get revenge.

Such a Ritual was once performed on the Duchess of Caryll, pregnant at the time.

The Duchess had extremely high Magic Affinity, and there were very few who could match her ability to draw power and Mana from Artefacts.

Her child was sure to inherit her strength, had she not been cursed by one of the Duke's older concubines.

The baby was born, and discarded right away, due to its black tail, nascent wings, and endless appetite that caused more than one midwife to weaken, faint, and eventually die.

The incredible Magic Affinity that made the Duchess so powerful and allowed her to marry the Duke, had been perverted by the Ritual of Dark Magic, leading to a cursed demonic baby that siphoned all life force it came into contact with.

The child grew up wretched and abandoned, fighting for its life everyday, and was eventually banished out of the Duchy and into the wilderness, where Beasts, Monsters, Demons resided.

The child did not mind, for she was a Demon, and finally being amongst her kind felt like a blessing to her.

She grew up and met others who had been cursed as unborn children, and quickly grew jealous of them.

Because of the shame that Succubus or Incubus traits could bring to the family, Rituals that turned unborn babies into Succubi or Incubi were the most common. Sexual depravity could bring great shame on a powerful family, especially if the child does not manifest physical demonic traits but only psychological and magical traits. Such cases often brought down families into depravity, shame, and into each other's beds, causing sons and mother or daughters and fathers to cross a line that shouldn't.

Due to her wings and tail, such a thing never came to pass, much to the concubine's disappointment.

Succubi could hunt, deceive, and play with their victims. They touched and were touched, kissed and were kissed, fucked and were fucked.

But not this particular Succubus.

One touch was enough to kill most. The more resilient could survive up to twenty seconds.

The Sucxubus quickly grew up to dislike her strength, which kept her from fully enjoying herself, from satisfying her truest desire, from knowing affection and physical touch.

There was only one way for her to, one day, know love. One way for her to be able to receive another's affection, and that was to seek he who would never die.

The Ancient Demon Azaroth, rumored to have vanquished Death, made it his pet, and terrorized the world for centuries.

He was only defeated when all ten great nations of the world allied and used their most powerful sorcerers to seal him.

By unsealing Azaroth, by uniting with him, she would finally be able to…

***

"You lack the strength to defeat me." Rita said, waving her silvery threads to cut Syl's path. "Why don't you give up already? Death by my hands can be pleasurable."

"Fuck you." Syl cursed, stopped short by the numerous threads in her way.

Drops of blood were going down her arms and legs.

'All shallow wounds.' Rita thought to herself, fiddling with her violet hair with a hand. 'She's pretty cool, all things considered-'

Rita instantly swung her hand, cutting in two the rock that had been launched towards her face.

"Ha! Did you really think that a rock would-"

Rita instinctively raised her gaze, only to find a spear piercing the air on its way down.

'She threw both while passing behind trees to hide.'

She remained unmoving for a moment before chuckling and taking a step back.

"You're getting desperate." Rita said with a smirk.

"Huff… Huff…" Syl breathed heavily, but with a smile on her face. "I sure am."

An instant later, Rita understood why Syl had been smiling.

Minutes earlier,

"Get…" Flames burst from Akane's palm. "Out of my way!"

"Nu-uh." Rika chuckled as she swiftly dodged, letting the stream of flames go past her, "I'm supposed to keep an eye on you."

'Stay focused.' Syl told herself. 'Read the trajectory of her threads right away, and keep the positions of Akane and the other in mind. I can't win with my body or with my spear. I need to wait…' Her lips curled nervously as her eyes darted and mind raced. 'For them to align!'

Tiring, gruesome minutes passed and,

'Now!' Syl thought, throwing her spear into the air. 'The last step!'

Rika stepped back, just a moment after Akane had attacked. Just a moment after Rita had dodged.

"...!"

Akane's stream of blazing flames misses Rita, and smashes right into Rika!

"Wha…?" A confused Rita muttered as she turned around. "Did the Fox do that on purpose-"

Her thought was suddenly interrupted as the sound of footsteps quickly approaching resonated.

Pierce!

"Not bad." Rita muttered with a chuckle.

Her hand had been pierced.

'She took one of the Follower's daggers.' Rita thought as she clenched her fists, one to keep Syl in place and the other to attack.

But before her fist could reach the Hobgoblin, a destructive punch landed on Rita's side.

Bleugh!

The hit was such that strands of saliva were thrown up by Rita as she was launched away.

"Are you okay?" Akane asked as she opened and closed her hand. 'That was a pretty good punch.'

"Yeah…" The panting Syl answered with her hands on her knees. "Why is it… That you're stronger… Despite being so slim…?"

"Mm…" Akane pursed her lips. "Genetics?"

***

She stared into his eyes, her lips quivering.

He could handle her touch. It was thought to be impossible, and yet he could.

It changed her entire view on life.

Her hands moved up from his shoulders to his cheeks.

If there was someone who she could touch and who could touch her… Then what did she need Azaroth for? Why go through so much trouble if someone else was capable of giving her what she lacked and yearned for?

Her hands trembled as they rested on his cheeks. She had to test it. She had to be sure.

The High Priestess of the Black Church slowly got on the tips of her toes and raised her chin.

The Succubus stared into his eyes a moment monger, hesitant, before pulling Amon closer, pulling him in for a deadly first kiss.

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