Deep inside a Succubus...

One month ago, deep within Xylyra's Realm, the same events played out quite differently.

The normally pink sky darkened with swirling clouds, and in the streets all throughout the chaotic fractal of a cityscape she called her home, Imps and Mephits looked to the skies, eager for the kiss of the coming Mana Rain.

But deep within the core of her ever-shifting mind-palace, where her most loyal and intelligent subjects held court, the lesser Succubi who served her joined hands, spread their wings, and began their Siren Song.

For they knew that this was no ordinary Mana Rain. The churning of the Great Border around her lands was proof of that. It could only mean that their Mistress had usurped the power of another Demon.

It was time for the Quelling to begin.

And so their Song spread throughout the land. The tiny, impulsive minds of her Imps grew clouded with lust, and the Mephits set aside their personal projects to prepare their charms and their weapons. Whether by instinct or by cunning, as one, they all looked to the Great Border where it thrummed and glowed with the most magical energy.

Soon... very soon, there would be new playmates to welcome into the fold.

The Imps, of course, would eagerly join in the fun.

The Mephits, with a bit of encouragement, would shrewdly abandon their old masters for Xylyra, once the tide clearly favored her.

But the stronger, more violent, and more stubborn Demons?

Those would need to be slain, convinced, or expelled, individually.

And so, the Imps scrambled over and past each other, jockeying for position until the strongest and most eager were clawing at the intangible barrier, **** to get beyond it.

And then, the barrier fell.

The Siren Song of Xylyra's retinue rang out across the plains, as the sky in the captured territory changed from Gedeos's putrid green to her luxurious pink. The imps on the other side dropped their crude spears as the wave of lust washed over them, and the Defiler's stinking taskmasters gnashed their teeth as their whips turned to bouquets of flowers in their hands. Thousands of imps fell without a single drop of blood being spilled, though their sweat and other fluids would no doubt water the newly-growing grass as it sprang up from the muck beneath them.

Cut off from Gedeos the Defiler's putrid Den of Corruption, his supporters cleaved a bloody path through the orgy of their former impish allies, and joined up with the **** Mephits. They cast their spells, and made their stand among the stone ruins that guarded the Nexi. Each Nexus was a font of power, each tapped and corrupted by the Defiler himself, bent to serve his twisted purposes as he stole them from other Demons in his turn.

If they could only protect those **** points, and perhaps even seize some of their would-be conqueror's Nexi, then they could ride out the Quelling until Gedeos's Mana eventually flowed back into him.

For even now, Mistress Xylyra's power was being siphoned away through a tiny pinprick of Order lodged within her swirling sea of Chaos.

This upstart Succubus had bitten off more than she could chew.

And very soon, they intended to prove it to her.