"Get your hands away from her!"
The colossal castle gazing at the city below was as sunlit and bright as the colorful world Cyril saw before.
Where trees, plants, and flora had thrived, and its lush landscapes had teemed with peace and life. The entire planet was all colonized by humanity, reaching advancements that matched steampunk contraptions.
Kingdoms as large as forests and mountains were dotted about his world, along with beautiful tropical jungles, grasslands, and bright oceans. Each corner of that planet felt like heaven.
But during the most prosperous age of humanity, thousands of years of progress, wars, and conflict that led to this peaceful state, a black comet struck the sky, demolishing and shredding a fraction of the world. The crater started to engulf every plant within its radius, bringing about wicked, diabolic creatures with monstrous and atrocious goopy bodies.
When the second year had struck, Cyril's father watched as the colorful and heavenly world got invaded and sapped from these alien monstrosities.
Humans screamed out for help as they saw mountains crumble, and their hard-worked machinery flood from the goopy monsters. A calamity like no other.
But nothing could have feared humanity more when they noticed that the creatures that destroyed and slaughtered all life in that world, shared the same features as themselves.
These aliens that had come from the depths of the cosmos were what they identify as, The Succubae; Creatures that could transform into anything and were responsible for the transformation of this planet.
The third year had struck.
As the rulers of the kingdoms ordered all their advances to attack and defend all of humanity, the world was painted in thick, unimaginable amounts of blood; no one of them had returned, resorting for the kings to come into hiding and not sprawl up more tainted organs.
The glistening azure sky faded into a faint crimson, with scorching flames engulfing all life and destroying each and every structure.
Monsters of all forms emerged from the corpses of life that spread over, mimicking humans and evolving to an even worse form f. Wings, agility, and the ability to become immortal.
What once was a peaceful world slowly transformed into a painted, envisioned, molten hell.
"Foul creatures from the unknown, we will vanquish each and everyone of you for the destruction you have caused for this ideal heaven."
All Seven, Pure and Magical Wizards, of which brought prosperity and established order upon the world had been consumed and slaughtered by The Succubae, leaving no hope left for this forsaken world.
Their souls were transported into the First King's newborn, granting them power to help and stop this invasion.
But what truly pinpointed and erupted the inevitable age of despair and wickedness, were when they found out on the methods of reproduction.
When the race of all genders in The Succubae discovered how to populate and expand upon their kind, and how to manipulate human attraction, all hope for humanity was lost.
Thousands of humans were consumed, taken out of their will to reproduce with The Succubae, or being raped until all their life had been erased. Several children of the demons were born and continued their parent's legacy, bringing about havoc in the world.
However, humanity had one hope; The Seven Pillars of Virtues.
These were the ones responsible for maintaining life and order for peace in this world, built from the Seven Wizards themselves. They were dispatched among each part of the biome, to heal the lands if this were ever to happen.
But when the first out of The Seven Pillars had been consumed and transformed into one of The Seven Deadly Sins, Lust; it opened a dark gateway for the rest of the six sins to consume and take over the others.
The result of this unbelievable war… was the birth of The Demon Lord himself.
"Son… please… even if all of sin and power consume you, do not let The Succubi invade this world." These were the last words the infant heard from his father as he tried to fight his way through the lust crazed monsters. He was the last carrier of the Seven Wizards' magic, whom he forced inside the infant in hopes of retrieving and taking back the world.
The Infant's cries echoed over the collapsing castle, witnessing his own father get violated and slaughtered by ten of these succubus'. With only one hope left, Cyril's mother carried her child and escaped the castle, coming into hiding underground where no Succubae could reach.
Ten years have passed. The world above was consumed in lava, steam, and monsters. The only safe-haven left was a grassy area underground, with one tall river streaming over toward the center of the world. The last words she had said as the Incubus invaded and breached into the cavern were this.
"Sweetie, please… with all your life, always remember that your father and your mother love you very much." Stalagmites flew from the ceiling and collapsed onto the ground. Young Cyril cried out as his face was plastered in ash.
"Mommy, no!"
A caring smile shone on her face, getting pushed down to the ground and getting her existence violated by twenty Incubus'.
Even in her final moments, although she was getting abused and drained from these lustful demons, her care for her son was what kept her light smile. She screamed with tears flying out as her body was dragged away from Young Cyril.
"Do not hate. The only thing hatred does is make one weak. Love is what makes you stronger! No matter what, always love everyone even if they are bad. The power of pure love is the only thing left that can save our home!"
Young Cyril reached his hand over to her, seeing the soul of his mother enter inside his body.
"When you are older and stronger, no matter if the monsters are as evil as the ones above… us. There will be a lock… h-hidden in your heart. I… If you can master…" Her face pressed against the ground as Cyril raced out of the cavern. "If you can master and discover the true power of love, there might be a power strong enough inside you that will cleanse and purify this world for you to rule."
As the last hints of her soul vanished into thin air, the mother's voice resounded in Young Cyril's mind.
"Just… find… love."
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Cyril's eyes flashed back to the present, finally remembering what happened before he turned. He collapsed into a dreary and disbelieved depression, unable to believe after several millennia of being the one to rule and conquer demons, he was the one that used to be a human. He now looked down upon himself in hatred, knowing that he had failed on his mother's promise.
"I… I can't… I can't believe it."
Kishu, who was clueless about Cyril's mind, turned over and whispered.
"What the hell has gotten into you? Your face looks completely different."
The dark-haired man closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
"I failed my father. I allowed the Succubi to consume the world, again. I…" He slammed his fists on the ground, trying not to well up a tear. "Damn it. If I have failed my father, I can't fail my mother. I don't care how much I have to do… I will find every pillar and transform them back. No matter what it takes."
Kishu leaned back and expressed a current play of light gossip.
"Pfft, you WISH! Those Seven Pillars are almost nearly impossible to find, let alone purify. How in the hell are you going to do that? I thought you were some man… right? Though, if you have a big penis, I guess you could be manly enough to take em' down."
Cyril sneered at the woman, seeing all the demons soar and fly toward the crisp sparkle of the sea.
["Damn it, I can't believe this whore is my only hope for me. I guarantee if I were to ask another of her kind, they would kill me off the spot. Those pricks would instantly remember me and make a fool again. So… I guess I have no choice but to adventure with her. Even if it costs all my sanity. Still can't believe she didn't kill me too."]
Kishu pressed her lips together and rolled her eyes.
"What shit are you talking about now?!"
Cyril continued.
"Nothing. Say, how do you fight in this world? It doesn't look like you can't put up much of a fight except roll over me and make out."
"Sigh, I guess this dumbass is clueless about how this world works." She coughed and shook her head, raising her voice as birds flew high in the sky. "Alright… Cyril. You are super, fucking lucky to have such a big package. That's rule one. The traditional and most easiest way to get magic is by… having intercourse and consuming this essence called Semen."
Cyril raised a brow.
"Se… men?"
Kishu tried not to chuckle, slapping her thighs and leaning forward.
"It's the white stuff you showered me in when we were having sex. You literally shot the stuff out. It's where you damn came from! Honestly, how fucking dumb are you?" She shrugged her shoulders and made a dumb look on her face. "I guess the bigger the weiner the dumber the guy. I don't care, at least your face is hot. And your body too… and your eyes… and…."
The dark-haired man shook his head and fiddled with grass.
"I get it! I get it. So, you're saying… the people in this world have to have intercourse if they ever want to get magic? How in the world does that work when you are fighting something?!"
Kishu pushed her dark hair back and tilted her head, reaching into her pockets and pulling out an empty glass flask, winking at Cyril and making yet another smug look on her face. She said as she reached for the man's crotch.
"Basically, well… Do you have enough energy for another ejaculation?"
Cyril scrunched his face up in disgust.
"What the hell? What do you mean, ejaculation?"
Kishu slapped her forehead in disbelief.
"You literally fucked me and you don't even know what the word ejaculation means? Damn, you know NOTHING about intercourse. How in the hell did you managed to have sex with me?!"
Cyril shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms, also questioning how in the world he had done that lustful act to that succubus.
"I'm questioning the same."
"Pfft, at least you fucked me good."
After the sudden conflict, Kishu's gray eyes focused back at Cyril's bulge and leaned her fingers over to his. She grabbed the glass flask and lowered it under the man's area, asking once again as the wind blew over her robe.
"Okay, so if you REALLY want me to demonstrate to you how magic works in this world, I have to… um… touch your member."
Cyril backed up.
"Again?! But I already thought you did. What is this about?"
Kishu gave a seductive wink.
"I'll show you. Heh heh..."