Awakened by the familiar voice of one of his beloved women, Zephyr rose from his coffin and sat upright. Feeling the need to stretch, he moved his arm far and wide before finally opening his eyes with a yawn. And there she was, Aurabel, his beloved shapeshifting succubus, and–just like him–a turned demon. Wasting not a second to greet her, he moved his hand closer and tangled his fingers in the back of her long, curly hair.
"I have good news~" She chuckled, licking her cherry-red lips.
"Can't it wait a century or more?" Drawing her closer, he brushed his nose against her pale violet skin. Her hands were already tracing their way down to his pants, and although she had news to share, seeing him awake had her already gushing like a river.
"Don't tempt me, my wretched archfiend." With her hand firmly caressing him through his clothes, Aurabel's words contradicted her actions. "You haven't even brushed yet, and what about your bath with the blood of innocent angels?"
Not even an inch from her lips, Zephyr's eyes lingered on Aurabel's beauty. Reluctant, he pulled away, and although her hands lingered a bit longer than his fingers through her hair, Aurabel pulled them away as well.
"Now, how about we stretch your legs with a walk? The blood-soaked tiles of your dark castle ache to feel the pressure of your footsteps again." Climbing off of her master's wretched tomb, Aurabel beckoned with her eyes for him to follow suit. "I do have goods that I shall reveal later, along with news of a potential challenger that could prove…difficult. But that can wait, my baneful lord. Every brick and marble of this mansion longs for your presence, and we shouldn't make them wait too long."
Getting out of his coffin, Zephyr stretched his limbs and let out a yawn. Cracking his neck, he glanced down at his fists. Both of which seemed to have lost a considerable amount of muscle. And yet, his body was harder than adamantine and more masculine than any person living or anyone who has ever lived.
With a deep breath, he filled his lungs to their limits. Soaking every ounce of nourishment from the air, he closed his eyes for but a spell. Exhaling, he opened them, and once more he felt alive as his body had returned to its original shape. Fist of adamantine and nerves as tough as steel, he was reminded of who he was, and he didn't even have to say it. But Aurabel did.
"Archfiend Zephyr, the bane of gods and the incarnation of doom." As Zephyr looked at her, Aura bowed her head with a smile. "One day you must bring this world to an end, but allow me to borrow you until then."
"Where are the others?" He asked, already slipping back into old habits.
"I will tell you as we walk." Lifting her head, Aura walked closer to him and locked their arms together. With a smile, she leaned against his shoulder and began tugging him towards the exit. "So follow me, my dear husband~"
Walking her master out of his bedroom, Aura led him through the mansion's hall. In the last five hundred years, the place has changed so much that Zephyr could hardly recognize anything anywhere. The stone tiles had been replaced by dark granite stones that were made by boiling and coagulating the blood of gods. Lined with gold with perfect asymmetry, they branched like vines and led them down to a carpet made with the feathers of innocence.
On both sides of the halls stood tall giants. Once alive, now turned to stone and bearing the weight of the mansion on their shoulders. Walking further down, the scenery changed to a long corridor made of translucent red floor. Curious, Zephyr glanced down and witnessed the souls of those who'd set him on this dark path trapped underneath the glass floor. Beating against the tiles, they begged for relief, and yet, feeling neither pity nor glee at their misery, the archfiend walked.
"I guess I should start talking." Glancing sideways at her man with a smile, Aura ran her fingers across his chest. "Valentine has been out and about, gathering an army of undead soldiers for you as a present for when you wake up. The others are still asleep. I can wake them up if you'd like."
Taking a moment to consider his options, Zephyr tried to remember the last time his wives and companions had such good rest. Never…that was the answer to that question. Ever since birth, they've all been fighting one monster or the other–mostly humans and their gods, but monsters none the same.
"No need, they can rest some more." Tugging her closer, Zephyr placed his hand on Aura's supple hips and asked. "What about you? What have you been doing while we were all asleep? And what is it that you wanted to show me—this good news and this challenger?"
"Of course, we're almost there." Aura's reply made little sense to the Archfiend; however, as the room got narrower and they came upon a secluded corner, the succubus reached forward and opened an invisible door, beyond which was Zephyr's surprise. "Here she is, the last goddess for your collection. There are none left, anywhere…"
Stamped on the wall with shackles and chains, the person trapped within that tiny room was the last free goddess. Hooked and suspended in mid-air with a female chastity with two phallic objects for plugging her in places, she was squirming with her eyes rolled all the way to the back of her skull. Thrashing inside the room with her sweat and love draining down her legs and pooling under her, she grunted and groaned, but her voice never left her mouth as she was gagged with her own delicate and frilly underclothes.
"All I had to do was show her memories of us copulating, and she's been enjoying her prison since then." Conjuring a paddle in her hands out of thin air, Aura slapped the goddess's big, swinging chest.
"MHNMM~!" The goddess growled in response before gushing like a broken faucet for a moment.
"See? She even begged me to put her back in here or else I would've brought her right to you instead of bringing you here." Smiling, the succubus turned towards her master and moved her hands around his waist. Getting closer, she peered up into his eyes and whispered with a hungry gaze. "Of course, you can have fun with her later, but I won't allow her to go before me. As for the bad news, well, why don't we hear it from her directly?"
Still holding her man tight, Aura used her tail to reach for the goddess's gag and took it out of her mouth. With a popping exhale, the goddess groaned and spouted the problem.
"T-the gods–aghhh~ MHMMM!" Like a fish flailing outside water, the goddess's legs began to thrash. Thanks to Aura's magic, her senses were so heightened that a thousand orgasms were drowning every rational thought that she could've had. "W-we Knew–AHHH~ T-The hero's great-grandson! MHNMM~ S-STOPP! Owhhh–fuFUCKKK~!"
Rolling her eyes since the goddess could barely speak, Aura stuffed the gag back into her mouth and finished her thoughts herself.
"The great-grandson of that hero is alive. The gods were hiding him, but now he's about to come and look for us." Letting go of her master finally, Aura took a step back and also shut the door to the goddess's prison room. "I thought of going after him, but then I remembered your promise, husband. The promise to the rest of the world."
Staring at her man, Aura knew that if she had gone after the new hero, her master's promise would've been broken, and that was something she could never forgive herself for.
"After defeating the hero and everyone who made our lives hell, we had no quarrel left with the world. And–"
"We settled here waiting to be slaughtered by someone capable…" Cutting Aura off, Zephyr looked deep in her eyes as if he was looking at the past through her. "Any human who wishes to prevent the inevitable shall enter this dungeon, and if they manage to slay the Archfiend, then they shall be the world's new champion."
"Do you still want him to try? In his state now, he shouldn't be a problem."
"I do not go back on my words, Aurabel."
Bowing her head, Aura gave a faint smile.
"Of course, my lord, we're devils, not monsters." Lifting her head again, however, a teasing smirk had taken over her lips. "But that doesn't mean we can't make his life hell. How about you and I go back out into the world and take everything that he loves? Tragedy makes one stronger after all~"
Her words were laced with innuendos, and her perverted mind was already brewing all kinds of lewd troubles. But for Zephyr, that wasn't the problem. And why would it be? Sex and chaos were his domain–his territory and the very essence of how he would cuck the new hero or wannabe heroes of this world!
"Shall we go then, master?" The succubus asked, and Zephyr responded with a smirk.
"After you." And so they departed the underground mansion for the first time in nearly a thousand years. Looking for their prey on a lewd adventure involving women, chaos, and lots and lots and lots of sex...