Prologue 2

It had been a mistake, pure and simple, the summon wasn’t for, well, his previous self, the target had been the woman that he had saved. Apparently, the ritual had been created to grasp a human soul, a female human soul at that, from another universe and use it on a new untested process to create what the demon in charge had called ‘The Perfect Companion’, or at least that’s what she had found after discovering the journal of the demon in charge, someone with more muscle and magic than brain, not that it was any surprise due to the nonsensical ramblings and lecherous comments of everything female looking. It had sickened to read about the rather graphic accounts of his pillaging of the mortal races, and yes, races in plural, apparently there were more than just humans around.

Still, it had been useful to understand and piece together a timeline of the events that had concluded on her arrival and the whole castle being abandoned, and it all started with the creature that had once owned the castle, a so-called Demon Lord. There was no central power for demons and other unholy creatures like them, they all just grouped together under a powerful demon and then they… well, did whatever they wanted really, there was no end goal, no holy war or desire to rule the world; sure, they had ambitions of power, but those varied between demon and demon and this precise Demon Lord had one ambition, to have the most beautiful succubus as his beck and call, and that was his undoing.

It was hard to create a succubus, at least one from zero, after all, demon souls did not appear out of nowhere, they required vast amount of darkness and rather unsavory actions to create a powerful demon like a succubus out of nowhere, so why not take an already made soul, like, say, from another universe and them place them inside an empty shell? The shell then would take the human soul and will be submerged inside a closed vat filled to the brim with special liquid treated with dark magic. After years of experimentation they were ready to do it, making a short connection with her original dimension, but making a crucial mistake, they needed a female soul.

Seems that even souls had a gender, no wonder trans people always felt as if they were in the wrong body, and succubus could only be created with female souls, a male soul being used for such an experiment must have created a situation that no creature in the castle was prepared for, something that had changed everything, because it had created a chain reaction that ended with every single demon in the castle being turned into energy.

Walking in the direction of the castle foyer, she began to think about the unlikely events that had ended up with her gaining that body and power, and all because she had been a hero; apparently Succubus Queens had never been born, their existence only a theory, after all, if a demon could become a Demon King, why not a succubus could grow into a Succubus Queen? But so far that had stayed only a tale, a myth, until it had finally happened; seems the ritual didn’t have in consideration what would happen if a male soul was part of the ritual, but it had done something, a change so powerful that it had began to use any source of dark energy around and forcefully feed it to the still incomplete body.

It must have been an almost instantaneous chain reaction, because it was apparent that no demon in the castle had time to do anything, not until their whole bodies were absorbed by the vat, which would explain all the armor and objects littered all around the castle. It had taken her almost three days just to gather everything into a rather impressive loot mountain.

Still, if her theory was correct, her birth was one big mistake from the demons, something that she was rather grateful; what the Demon Lord of the castle had planned to do with the succubus once this one was born made her shudder, thank goodness she had this chance, but whatever the case, she was now here, she had absorbed the energy of every single demon, and soon she will receive her first guests.

She had reached the foyer, an open area that was quite easily two times the size of her family house, leading into two wide stairs reaching into the second floor, where she was keeping an eye; sensing their close presence, obviously a power that she had inherited from her demonic blood, the succubus slightly moved her hand, unlocking the imposing double doors, allowing three figures into her castle, it was time to see what they wanted; if they came in peace, then she would have answers that she desperately needed about this place, if they came to fight, well… she was anxious to find out what she could do with this new form.