Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!

Dagga glared at Creed one last time, as if daring him to crack another joke about the choker.

When Creed wisely held his tongue (though the smirk on his face said otherwise), Dagga opened the small container of human blood essence.

The moment he tilted the bottle, a faint, eerie glow spilled out with the crimson liquid. He took just a few drops and swallowed it with obvious relish.

The change was immediate.

A hazy, black smoke erupted from Dagga's body, swirling like tendrils of shadow as his wounds began sealing themselves shut.

The gash on his shoulder knit together in minutes, leaving smooth red skin behind.

The bruises on his face and arms faded, and his breathing steadied. Within a few minutes, Dagga looked like he'd never been injured at all.

Creed, sitting nearby with his back to a crate, observed quietly. "Not gonna lie," he said, breaking the silence, "I'm a little jealous. My body's over here bleeding out, and you're having a spa day."

Dagga didn't respond. He carefully returned the bottle to its place, closed the chest, and moved to the next one.

When he opened it, Creed's eyes widened again at the sheer number of silver coins piled inside.

"Do all demons stash their life savings like this?" Creed muttered, his tone light but his expression calm. "It's like you're hoarding for the apocalypse."

Dagga ignored him again, his hands plunging into the pile of coins until they struck something solid. Slowly, he pulled out a pair of gauntlets.

The black and red gauntlets glinted menacingly. The gauntlets looked like they were forged in the heart of a volcano.

Black metal with crimson veins pulsed faintly along their length, as though alive with power.

The fingertips were clawed, sharp enough to shred through steel, and jagged spikes jutted out from the knuckles. The design wasn't just intimidating—it screamed deadly efficiency.

Even Creed, who had no particular love for weapons, couldn't help but whistle. "I'll admit, those look... lethal. You planning on punching your way out of this mess?"

"They're for protection," Dagga replied curtly, sliding the gauntlets onto his hands. As they clicked into place, the crimson veins grew brighter, sparking faintly.

"Right. Protection," Creed muttered under his breath, eyeing the razor sharp claws. "Remind me to never shake hands with you."

Dagga flexed his fingers, testing the gauntlets, then turned back to Creed. "I don't have healing potions or nodes for you. You'll have to rely on your body's natural healing."

Creed shrugged, brushing off the pain from his wounds. "Sure, no problem. I'll just lie here and hope my insides don't leak out. Thanks for the top-tier care, Doc."

Ignoring the sarcasm, Dagga continued moving through the room with purpose. He checked drawers, inspected tools, and grabbed a few small items, his movements quick and deliberate.

Creed watched him for a while, his calm demeanour finally breaking with a frown. "You're acting like the ceiling's about to fall in. What's the rush? We just got here."

Dagga didn't stop moving. "No place in this Armhold is safe. The Blades of Aragoth will be looking for us. If they find this hideout, we're as good as dead."

The name sent a slight chill through Creed, though he masked it well. "The Blades, huh."

He raised an eyebrow. "What did you do to get an entire army chasing after you? Did you steal someone's lunch?"

Dagga froze briefly before turning to face Creed, his expression unreadable. "Armholds don't waste their resources on someone without a reason. And Aragoth isn't just any Armhold—it's one of the top three territories in this domain."

Creed raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "Wait. One of the top 3 Armholds in this entire domain? And you're telling me they are sending an army after you?"

He gestured vaguely at Dagga's comparatively average stature. "No offence, but you're not exactly... high-ranking or important."

Dagga's gaze hardened. "You don't understand how serious this is."

"Clearly." Creed leaned back against the chest. "Care to enlighten me?"

Dagga's jaw tightened. "I know something I shouldn't. And someone important wants me dead for it."

Creed's curiosity was piqued, but he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of dread. How important was this person for them to be able to mobilize a part of the military of this Armhold?

Dagga let out a low sigh, his patience visibly wearing thin. "The demon hierarchy here is split into three ruling powers. First, there's the Succubus Representative—the domain's leader. She holds the most authority and oversees all demon activity."

Creed's expression remained calm, but his eyes flickered with interest. The Succubi were his targets. He hoped to be able to bind all of them to himself one day.

He would instantly gain control over most of the Demon Realm!

"Second," Dagga continued, "are the Twelve Demon Arms. Each Arm rules one of the Armholds, functioning like kings or queens over their territory."

Creed nodded slowly, beginning to piece things together.

"And third," Dagga said, "are the Seven Rings. They're the top military officials who command the armies across the domain. While they answer to the Succubus Representative, they wield immense power."

Dagga paused for a moment, then added, "Under each Arm are 24 lieutenants. They enforce the Arm's will, handle operations, and command their own forces. It's one of these lieutenants who wants me dead."

The room fell silent as the weight of Dagga's words sank in.

"So let me get this straight," Creed said finally, his voice calm but edged with disbelief. "You've got one of these lieutenants after you? And by extension, me?"

Dagga gave a single nod, his expression grim.

Creed let out a low whistle, running a hand through his hair. "Fantastic. The first demon I bind just has to be the one carrying a target the size of a mountain. My luck is incredible."

Dagga ignored the comment, his attention focused on the chest in front of him.

After a moment, Creed sighed and crossed his arms. "Alright, fine. What exactly did you do to get on a lieutenant's hit list?"

Dagga hesitated, his hands clenching into fists. He stared at the floor for a long moment before finally speaking.

"I know the location of a Chaos Fragment."

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