Azazel, the incubus chief.

Collectively, incubi and succubi are known as Sex Demons. It comes from the belief that they are a specialized sub-species of demon whose entire purpose is to seek carnal pleasure. While not entirely accurate, Azazel would also find it difficult to argue against it. Their wings and tails were reminiscent of ancient demons, and though highly specialized, their control over sex magic could rival the control ancient demons had over the elements. When seen that way, Azazel didn’t mind the name given to them. Ancient demons were strong and proud, or so the stories went, and he wished his people could inherit some of that, too.

Azazel was the current chief of what could very well be the last tribe of Sex Demons. That said, if they went by raw power and control over sex magic, the chief should be Ariana. She was stronger and more charismatic. People would easily follow her. At least, those were his reasons for believing she should be chief.

Azazel did not feel qualified for the position of chief. It was something others pushed on him during dire times, and what did he accomplish? The succubi were kidnapped and kept as slaves by oni, the incubi barely managed to survive by hunting and fighting for scraps of food with other creatures in the area, and when two women appeared out of thin air in front of them… he nearly resorted to barbarism.

Sex Demons did not have a good reputation before, in the world before that calamity. Single-minded seekers of pleasure, ready to lie, mislead, trick and use **** to get it. A few bad apples spoil the bunch, as they say, but it’s sadly not just that.

Sex Demons NEED sexual energy to survive. Continual intake makes them strong while a deficiency makes them pathetically weak. Mistrust led to ostracization. Ostracization led to no social contact. No social contact led to involuntary abstinence. No few of their kind had to resort to underhanded or violent acts to simply survive, which of course proved to the world they were no better than animals. Such was the fate of Sex Demons until Lady Inanna showed up.

A succubus of overwhelming power. They say she could make males and females orgasm with barely a glance, her combat prowess rivaled that of the Amazon Queen and her understanding of magic gave further credence to the theory that they were a sub-species of Demon. Lady Inanna traveled the lands, bringing incubi and succubi under her wings, uniting their species and building a kingdom of their own. Within a few decades, Sex Demons were accepted by the larger world not as pleasure-seeking animals, but as a people with culture and values.

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Rarely a day went by when Azazel did not think back on that day. When a tall, strange building popped up out of nowhere in these blasted wastelands. Taking a chance, Azazel led his brothers there, recognizing the reward that came with the risk of approaching. If it was unoccupied, it could serve as an easily defendable base. Yet the closer they got, the more they smelled a tantalizing scent.

There were women in the building.

Azazel and his people were weak and on the brink of ****. A full month surviving on drops of water, dry plants, scraps of meat from already hunted corpses and no sexual energy.

Azazel had been born and raised in the thriving kingdom of Queen Inanna. A potential and very willing partner was never far away. A kingdom of sex where Sex Demons thrived and visitors left having tasted nirvana. After feeling his very soul drained of energy, Azazel felt the hunger of an animal for the first time.

He was still sufficiently lucid to think. On his way to search for these women with his brothers behind him, Azazel weighed his options. Seducing them was the strongest card they could play. Even weak as they were, incubi were still masters of carnal pleasure. Men and women traveled continents for a single night with them. And yet that strong card was burned the moment they met these women.

They were marked. They belonged to someone else. Another Sex Demon, one unfathomably more powerful than any of them. Laying a finger on them would grant them a day’s worth of survival at most, and certain **** soon after. Azazel understood that at a glance.

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But he had to do something. It wasn't simply his life on the line. He had his people to consider. The incubi behind him, the succubi enslaved. Maybe they’d be able to escape, run far enough to never be caught by the master of the women. But that meant succumbing to barbarism. The women would not accept their offer, and if they didn’t they would have to **** themselves on them or die.

Azazel felt like an animal that day. Not a person in control of his impulses, but an animal controlled by them. Had Lady Reina and Lady Ruth not offered an alternative… Azazel felt sick just thinking about it.

Sex is an act of pleasure not for any single person, but for all involved. Kinks, fetishes, sexual orientations, number of partners… To Sex Demon culture none of it matters so long as everyone feels good during and after. To act on his impulses would’ve violated the teachings of their queen, beliefs that Azazel held close to his heart.

Regardless of the outcome of that day, Azazel could not erase the pain in his chest. That he even considered going there without having the ability to think of a better path said enough. He was not worthy of the title of chief.

But stepping down would solve nothing. Ariana was stronger and more charismatic, but she had no sense of responsibility. She did not want to lead their tribe. She was happy being a soldier under Azazel’s command. And Azazel… He accepted it. Because even though he didn’t not feel up to the task, it did give him a chance.

He would redeem himself. He would prove himself a valuable asset to Lord William and Lady Ishtar. He would prove that their mercy, their understanding and their kindness was not a mistake. He deeply wished to make it up to Lady Reina and Lady Ruth as well, but…

At first he was glad when Lady Aoi came with a request to help his benefactors. He would do everything in his power and more. But hearing that the request came because the safety of both of them was at risk did strongly sour his joy.