Chapter 293: Chapter 292: Seduce me not
"Me!" Jenny bellowed, her voice a whip-crack of lust and violence. The words rang with a hunger that was not just for blood but for dominion, for the raw, unchained chaos of what Hell was meant to be.
No veils of politics, no pretenses of civility. This was how it ought to be—like in the sagas of old, when the layers burned crimson with slaughter and only strength decided who ruled and who was consumed.
Atlas stood across from her, golden eyes glimmering like furnaces, unflinching. He knew their so-called council of kings was nothing more than a masquerade.
Every "meeting," every "accord," was nothing but a veiled maneuver to secure more control, more territory, more authority over the bound souls of Hell.
They were kings, yes—but kings of vultures, each agenda hidden beneath the cloak of ritual. He had no illusions. And unlike them, Atlas had no need for masks.
Jenny, though, reveled in his refusal. His arrogance wasn’t offense to her—it was seduction. For a succubus, deceit was air, but honesty that burned this naked was rarer than holy flame.
Her womb clenched at the sight of him, her succubus blood boiling until it ached like molten metal poured into veins.
Her nectar spilled freely, soaking her thighs as she beheld him. He radiated violence, and violence was the her first language.
Her thoughts coiled quickly into oaths. If she defeated him here—if she broke him the way only a king could—then she would take him to her kingdom.
She would bound her womb, and curse it with the golden-eyed demon who had entered her hall not with whispers but with the roar of carnage.
She steadied her breath, lips curling, staff tightening in her grip. The spell was already prepared. She had cast it the moment Atlas had dared sit upon his chair so arrogantly—an insult she would twist into submission.
Her black curses spread like veins through the castle, invisible threads twined into every brick, every gust of air, every whisper of sound.
Authority. Her Authority. Not galiath. The domain was hers, woven from hexes and sealed by blood, the moment she entered the palace and sat in its throne. In this place, she was not merely Jenny the succubus, but now Jenny the Queen of Malediction.
"...sit," she commanded.
The word was no longer voice but decree. Air surged to obey her, thick and crushing, her domain bending like an iron fist around Atlas.
The chair slid across the broken marble floor and positioned itself behind him. Air pressure slammed against his chest, forcing his body downward, as if the entire castle conspired with her to break him.
Atlas’ teeth ground as the invisible weight tried to smother him into obedience. His cheeks still bore the red scars from Titus’ blows earlier. His lungs burned with the pressure. He understood it instantly. So this... this is Authority.
Jenny rose to her feet, her smile dripping with mockery. "You riled us enough... calling me a whore. Tell me, Atlas... was your aim to make me cum the moment you came, if yes then you succeeded?"
She lifted her staff. The shattered marble of the table splintered and whirled into jagged shards, converging on him with crushing speed.
Atlas’ chest heaved as the stones pinned him tighter, grinding into muscle and bone. The air itself denied his movements, every breath like inhaling knives. Still, his voice came out, steady, sharp as steel:
"Oh, I can do more than make you cum..." His golden eyes flared, and his lips twisted into a predator’s grin. "I can make you moan my name so loud in pleasure that you’ll be mine alone. A whore to no one else but me."
Jenny laughed, a dark, wet sound that dripped with hunger. "Haaa... such confidence. You must have a good dick then."
"A great dick," he said flatly, without humor.
Her lips parted. A line of saliva trailed from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her exposed thigh.
His bluntness didn’t repel her; it ignited her succubus hunger like dry tinder meeting flame. She prowled forward, hips swaying, eyes like daggers and honey. Her staff tilted until its tip aimed straight at his forehead.
"You should have started with that line," she purred. "Maybe I wouldn’t have had to use this... Dark Arts. Mephisto’s Charm."
Power pulsed. Darkness uncoiled from her staff and struck Atlas like invisible chains, wrapping around his mind. His thoughts slowed. His limbs weakened.
A sweet lethargy crept through him, heavier than any Authority could bind. His eyelids sank. His head tipped.
...So this is how I fall? he thought dimly. Charmed into a dream by a witch...
The world dissolved.
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Darkness. Endless and suffocating. Then—eyes. Dozens. Hundreds. All opening at once in the void around him, their gazes like blades on his soul.
Atlas blinked. "Veil? Is that you?"
A low, mocking laugh answered. "Of course it’s me. Who else would dare stare into your worthless soul with such contempt?"
Atlas grit his teeth. "You weren’t at my side...so stop spouting shit."
"Duh, I leave you for one second and you’re already ensnared in a succubus’ charm. Don’t you dare call me shit—"
"You’re sooooo damn worthless," he cut him off, voice dripping with irony.
"Haaa....You’re just careless. There’s a difference. Now wake up, idiot. I’m soaking in my mother’s essence through your body, and I won’t have it disturbed by some back-alley witch’s spell."
Atlas frowned. "You’re... what? Taking my power?"
"Absorbing. You cunt, trying to evolve here. Relax. But wake up fast—the other one is stirring."
Snap.
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Atlas’ eyes snapped open. Reality flooded back. Jenny’s fingers were already hooked into the waistband of his pants, tugging them down with a feral grin...but.
"...How?" she gasped, stunned.
Atlas’ chest expanded, each heartbeat echoing like a war drum. His ribs glowed faintly, red light pulsing from within. His aura surged outward, raw, violent, alive.
[Demon God’s Heart Resonating]
Jenny staggered back. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating in horror. The rhythm of his heartbeat was familiar. Too familiar. It was the same rhythm that once shook her bones in terror—the heart of her own mother, the Empress of Demons, who ruled the skies with absolute might.
"...Impossible," she whispered, voice trembling. "...who are you?"
Atlas answered not with words, but action. He reached up, seized her staff, and cracked it like dry wood. The Authority binding him shattered. Air pressure lifted. Clarity slammed into his skull like cold water.
Jenny recoiled, wings flaring wide, but too slow. His hand shot forward, clamping around her throat, lifting her effortlessly off the ground.
"You wanted my dick that bad, huh?" Atlas said, his voice low, vicious. "It’s exclusive. Wait your turn."
Her legs kicked, wings thrashing. "I... I am... dau—" Her throat squeezed shut under his grip.
Out of the corner of his eye, Atlas saw the lion-headed king, Bane, stirring, trying to rise. Atlas snarled, swung Jenny’s voluptuous body like a weapon, and smashed her against Bane’s skull.
Smash.
Her scream cut short. He did it again.
Smash.
Again.
Smash.
Purple blood sprayed across the floor, splattering Bane’s fur and armor. Jenny’s beauty began to wither under the brutal impacts, her succubus body shrinking, voluptuous curves sagging into frailty.
Her face, once divine, became bloodied and gaunt. The predator reduced to prey.
Atlas let her dangle for a heartbeat, then flung her broken form aside like garbage.
He stepped forward, towering over Bane. His boot pressed onto the beast-king’s chest, cracking ribs with audible snaps.
"...Do you still think you’re king?" Atlas asked, pressing harder.
Bane’s lion face contorted in pain. Sweat—real sweat—trickled down his fur. "I... I’m sorry."
Atlas’ eyes narrowed. "Nah. I’m not buying it." His fist rose, mana crackling, glowing with twin resonances.
[Jörmungandr’s Blood Resonating]
[Yggdrasil’s Seed Resonating]
The hall shook under the pressure. Bane stared at the fist and froze. He knew. He felt. The Titan King Orcus was truly dead.
This wasn’t bluster—it was truth. And for the first time in centuries, Bane’s heart pounded with primal fear.
He growled. "So die... and tell Orcus that Atlas sends his regards."
His fist descended.
"Waiiiiiiit!"