Inside the Lusteria mansion, private wing
Tamamo locked the bedroom door with a soft click.
Seraphine was already peeling off her combat skirt, silver hair spilling over bare shoulders.
"Sister already hungry?" she teased, voice low and husky.
Tamamo's nine tails flared as her crimson robes slid to the floor.
"Starving."
They crashed together, lips, tongues, fingers, moans swallowed in a heated kiss while hands explored every curve. The room filled with soft gasps and the scent of frost and foxfire.
Far away, on the sky-road to Crimson Hollow Forest
The carriage rocked gently, nightmare horses thundering onward.
Inside, silk curtains drawn, the air was thick with heat.
Kai had his succubus pinned in deep missionary, hips snapping, wet sounds echoing.
Riven's partner rode him slow and deliberate, emerald eyes rolling back.
I had Liora on her back, legs over my shoulders, every thrust earning a breathless cry.
Then I felt it.
A needle of pure killing intent piercing straight through the pleasure.
I froze mid-thrust. "Stop the carriage. Now."
The succubi blinked in confusion. Kai and Riven looked at me like I'd lost my mind.
I was already pulling on pants, voice ice-cold. "I'm serious."
One glare was enough. Everyone shut up and dressed.
I stepped out onto the empty sky-road alone. Wind howled. Twenty-one human cultivators materialized from the shadows, weapons glowing with foundation and golden-core energy.
Same bastards who had just massacred Lilith's convoy.
Flashback – one hour earlier
Lilith's massive transport convoy rolled through a narrow canyon pass.
Two thousand freshly converted servants marched in perfect order.
Then the sky cracked open with formation flags.
Twenty-one neutral-path cultivators descended like locusts.
The leader, a scarred man at peak golden core, swung a blood-red halberd.
The first strike cleaved fifty hellfire demons in half, black blood painting the canyon walls.
Succubi screamed as soul-binding chains wrapped their throats and ripped their hearts out mid-flight.
Hellfire demons charged, only to be frozen by formation seals and shattered into burning chunks.
Lilith fought like a cornered goddess.
She killed six foundation cultivators in seconds, crimson claws tearing chests open.
But the leader was prepared.
A soul-severing blade took her left arm at the shoulder.
A second slash removed both legs at the thighs.
She collapsed in a lake of her own blood, wings shredded, barely clinging to life.
With her last strength she crushed the emergency talisman hidden in her ring.
Crimson light swallowed her, leaving only severed limbs behind.
House of Lust – Patriarch's throne room
Lilith materialized on the marble floor, bleeding out, limbs gone.
Butler Alaric and Patriarch Valthor Lusteria rushed forward.
Valthor's aura alone cracked the ceiling. Six massive horns, eyes like molten gold.
"Who. Dares."
Lilith coughed blood. "Neutral-path humans… twenty-one… ambushed the convoy… all two thousand… dead…"
Valthor's killing intent made the entire palace shake.
He seized his communication crystal and roared into it.
Heavenly Palace, upper realm
A silver-haired archangel answered, voice flat.
"What."
"DIDN'T WE HAVE A NON-AGGRESSION PACT?" Valthor snarled.
"Explain why neutral-path dogs just slaughtered two thousand of my House's servants!"
The angel sighed. "Not us. Humans are messy. Some follow heaven, some follow you, most follow only profit. This was neutral path. We had no hand."
Click. Line dead.
Back on the sky-road – present moment
The twenty-one cultivators now surrounded our lone carriage, thinking they'd caught easy prey.
They were wrong.
I stepped forward, smile sharp. "Looking for Lilith? Too bad. You found us instead."
Behind me, Kai cracked his knuckles, disguise powers flickering.
Riven summoned a vortex of pressurized water blades.
The three succubi stayed inside, smart enough to know this was about to get ugly.
In the far volcanic wastes
Inside an active volcano, a lone figure stood shirtless among rivers of lava.
Every punch detonated mountains.
Name: Azrath Lusteria, first son of Patriarch Valthor, peak Nascent Soul demonic cultivator.
His communication jade vibrated.
Message:
"Little brothers under attack by the same human squad that crippled Lilith. Sky-road to Crimson Hollow. Hurry."
The entire volcano trembled.
Magma erupted in geysers.
Azrath's eyes ignited with pure infernal wrath.
He rose into the sky, wings of living flame unfurling.
"Whoever touches my family…"
His voice shook the heavens.
"…dies screaming."
Sky-road ambush site – neutral-path camp
Captain Gideon Varkis, peak golden-core, sat on a floating boulder, staring at an old wedding holo on his phone.
A younger version of his human mother, radiant in white, smiling next to a towering, horned demon lord in crimson robes.
One of his lieutenants walked up. "Boss… is that your mom?"
Gideon didn't even blink. "Yes. She married a demon."
The lieutenant scratched his head. "Then… why the hell are we attacking House of Lust convoys? That's literally suicide."
Gideon's face stayed completely flat, like he was reading the weather report.
"Simple. When I was fifteen I was in love with my mother. We had an arrangement. Daily. Sometimes twice. Then that demon showed up. Bigger equipment, better stamina, turned her into a succubus on their wedding night. She forgot I existed. So now I kill everything connected to House of Lust until someone gives me my mother back."
He said it all in the same bored monotone.
Twenty hardened cultivators stood frozen around him.
Crickets would have been louder volume.
One guy opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, made a tiny squeak, then just blinked like a confused owl.
Nobody dared breathe.
Everyone silently agreed this was above their pay grade and they would simply follow orders and hope therapy existed in the next life.
Meanwhile, inside the luxury carriage (now parked) carriage
Kai, Riven, and I had zero idea the ambushers were having the most awkward campfire in history.
We were too busy turning the interior into a symphony of moans and wet slaps.
Succubi on their backs, legs in the air, eyes rolled back, begging for more in three demonic languages.
Outside, Azrath was literally flying so fast he left sonic booms of fire across the sky, volcanoes erupting in his wake from pure rage.
House of Lust – Patriarch's private chambers
Valthor Lusteria, ancient demonic sovereign, terror of nine realms, sat on his throne looking like a kicked puppy.
He pressed a secret jade.
"Mommy… I don't want to do this anymore."
On the other end, a sultry, centuries-old voice purred, "Aww, baby. Daddy's away at the Celestial Auction for a week. Come home. Mommy will make everything better."
Valthor dropped the communication orb, stood up, and teleported out faster than Azrath.
The butler Alaric walked in five seconds later holding an emergency scroll.
"…My lord? We have a situation—"
Empty throne.
Alaric stared at the lingering scent of maternal perfume in the air.
He sighed the deepest sigh in demonic history. "Of course."
Back on the sky-road
Captain Gideon closed the wedding holo, stood up, and drew his halberd.
"Enough story time. Let's go kill the three little demon princes before big brother arrives."
His twenty men nodded with the enthusiasm of men marching to their own funerals.
The carriage door opened.
I stepped out barefoot, shirt half-buttoned, hair wild, lipstick on my neck.
Kai and Riven followed, cracking knuckles, eyes glowing with power.
I smiled politely.
"You're late. We just finished round six. Ready for round seven?"
Gideon raised his weapon.
In the distance, the sky turned red as a meteor made of pure wrath (Azrath) screamed closer.
Somewhere even farther away, an ancient succubus matriarch was already waiting in silk sheets for her "little boy."
Today was going to be legendary.
Lusteria Private Wing – same moment
The massive bed was a battlefield of silk sheets and scattered tails.
Tamamo was on her back, nine fox tails wrapped around Seraphine's waist while the ice princess rode her thigh slow and deep, frost mixing with foxfire in the air.
Both women glowed with sweat, lips swollen from hours of kissing.
Tamamo's communication jade buzzed on the nightstand.
She answered without stopping the roll of her hips.
"Talk."
Valthorne Greysoul, the family's ancient steward, sounded grim.
"Young Miss… bad news. The two thousand new converts and Lady Lilith was escorting were assassinated. Lady Lilith barely escaped alive; limbs severed. She is in regeneration as we speak."
Tamamo's golden eyes didn't even flicker.
"What now?"
"One word," Valthorne said. "Your grandfather."
Click.
Tamamo immediately dialed another jade.
A deep, amused voice answered instantly.
"What's up, baby girl?"
"Grandpa. I need two thousand fresh servants. One thousand hellfire males, one thousand succubi. Today."
Silence for half a second, then a chuckle that shook the jade.
"Abyss Auction House is having a premium slave auction in three hours. Come with me. We'll shop, eat, fuck, whatever you want. Bring the ice girl too; been a while since we had a threesome."
Tamamo kept rubbing slow circles between her own thighs while she spoke, utterly calm.
"Deal. Seraphine's coming. Prepare the big bed in the VIP skybox."
"Already warmed up. See you soon, princess."
Call ended.
Seraphine leaned down, kissed Tamamo's neck. "What happened?"
Tamamo flipped them over in one smooth motion, pinning Seraphine beneath her.
"Someone murdered our new army. Grandpa's replacing it. We're going shopping."
She grinned, sharp and feral. "And he wants both of us for dessert."
Seraphine shivered; half fear, half anticipation. "Your family is insane."
"You have no idea."
Thirty minutes later the two women stepped out of a private teleport gate directly into the VIP lounge of the Abyss Grand Auction House, dressed in matching crimson-and-silver auction gowns that left very little to imagination.
Grandfather (Lord Azmodeus Lusteria the Elder, one of the seven original Demon Kings) was already waiting on a throne of living shadows, sipping blood-wine.
His eyes lit up when he saw them.
"There's my favorite granddaughters. Come give Grandpa a kiss."
Tamamo rolled her eyes but obeyed. Seraphine followed, blushing frost across her cheeks.
Azmodeus snapped his fingers.
Two thousand bound, high-quality slaves were marched onto the auction floor below the glass skybox; exactly the numbers Tamamo needed.
"Pick whichever ones you like," he said, pulling both girls into his lap like they weighed nothing.
"After that, we'll break in the new bed. I had it reinforced."
Tamamo smirked against his neck.
"Make it quick, Grandpa. My little brothers are about to paint the sky-road red, and I want to watch the show with popcorn."
Azmodeus laughed, the sound shaking the entire auction house.
"That's my bloodline."
Meanwhile…
Azrath Kain Veyl (first prince, walking apocalypse) was now only minutes away from the sky-road, the entire horizon behind him burning crimson.
The twenty-one neutral-path cultivators surrounding our carriage suddenly realized the temperature was rising very, very fast.
I cracked my neck and smiled at Captain Gideon.
"You really should have checked the family registry before you picked this fight."
Kai and Riven stepped up beside me, power crackling.
Somewhere far above, Tamamo leaned against the glass, sipping champagne with one hand while the other was very occupied under Seraphine's skirt.
"Place your bets, ladies," she said cheerfully.
"How long until big brother turns them into red mist?"
Azmodeus grinned. "Five seconds."
Seraphine whispered, "I say three."
Below, the first mountain-sized fist of infernal flame appeared in the sky.
Showtime.