You fight the succubus

The succubus grins as she proudly held up her hands as the nails lengthening and sharpening themselves. She makes a show of licking the nails. "I will paint my nails red."

Meanwhile, you extend your hand into the empty space to your right, and a massive war hammer seemed to drop right into your grip.

"Is that your weapon, or your just happy to see me?" the succubus teases. "But didn't your mother tells you that it's not the size but how you use it that matters?"

You swing around the weapon like it was nothing. "I'm sure I can satisfy your need."

​Your men gasp, their eyes widening at the sheer scale of the weapon. To any mortal, such a tool would require two hands just to lift and wield, yet you swing it like it's nothing.

The succubus also doesn't expect you to maintain your dexterity. ​"It will be for naught," she sneers, launching herself off the dais. She moves like a blur of violet silk and fire, her claws whistling through the air toward your throat.

​You move faster.

You parry her strike with the haft, and as the succubus recoils from the shock, you swing the hammer in a diagonally downward slash, hitting her right wing as you do so.

The sound of the impact is sickening; a dull thud that sends her flying across the marble floor, skidding until she crashes into the base of the throne.

She has greatly underestimated you and have paid the ultimate price.

​The demoness coughs, a trickle of dark, shimmering blood leaking from her lips. Her wings are bent at awkward angles, and the confidence in her eyes were devoured by fear as you approach her with the hammer resting casually on your shoulder.

​"Wait! Please!" the succubus gasps, reaching out a clawed hand, no longer provocative but pleading. "Spare me... I can be your ****... I can give you everything... Mercy, Great King! Show me the mercy of your kind!"

"No. That will not happen as I am a Paladin," you say, your voice cold and resonant.

​The succubus blinks, her eyes darting from your face to the pitch-black weapon in your hand. Confusion flickers through her pain. "A Paladin?" she wheezes incredulously. "But... that weapon... it is not one from the Order of..."

​"I am your end," you interrupt and bring the hammer down on her body, eliciting a cry of pain from her. But you didn't let up and keep smashing her body with the hammer, causing more and more scream to fill the room, untuk finally it easy gone.

You raise the war hammer one more time and smashed the head. "Justice have been served."