Having used the remainder of her energy to sneakily and partially protect herself from the incoming attacks, Syndra lay motionless beneath the thick smoke, unable to move a muscle.
Every breath sent pain shooting through her body. She wanted to cough but resisted the urge.
’I guess it won’t be death by Nyl or by her child.’
Her eyelids remained shut.
’Well, I guess her child did cause this.’
Still, there was something rather dishonorable about a death by Incubi, but there was hardly anything that could be done now.
’I went from a nobody to an honorary General. That’s gotta mean something.’
Most of Demonkind followed a similar hierarchy.
At the very top reigns the Demon King, the undisputed ruler of all Demons. Currently, the throne is empty.
Below stand the Demon Lords, a title that will surely belong to either Nyl or the Incubus King.
Under a Demon Lord’s direct command kneel the Army’s Generals, and under those Generals’ orders are the Commanders.
Then come the Soldiers.
And beneath even them are the rest of Demonkind scattered throughout the world.
Because Syndra was under the Queen’s direct command but weaker than Tariana and the others, she was in a somewhat awkward position between Commander and General.
’Not bad, I think.’
A powerful surge of energy suddenly rippled through the smoke, and Syndra half-opened an eye to peek despite knowing that it was a bad idea.
A dozen steps away, a sphere of dark purple energy was floating an inch off the ground.
’Alright.’
Syndra immediately closed her eye again.
’Looks like not all of them were weaklings.’
It was just as well. Further proof that there was nothing she could do.
’With that kind of energy, my body will be turned to ash and dust. Quick and easy.’
Despite the inevitable doom approaching, her body relaxed instead of tensing up.
’Come on, Incubus.’ She urged. ’Give it to me and get it over with.’
A couple of seconds passed, and Syndra couldn’t help but think back to her time with the rest of the Succubi. Despite everything, she did love every single one of them, and while the concept of family was new to her, she did consider them as such.
’Yep,’ Syndra thought to herself. ’I had a good run.’
More time passed than it should have, and the Succubus was starting to feel impatient about her own upcoming death.
The sound of footsteps resonated.
Syndra tensed internally but kept her body limp.
The footsteps stopped, and something tapped her forehead.
’Checking if I’m dead? Goddammit.’
Syndra didn’t react.
A second touch. This one lasted longer.
The Succubus sighed as she felt energy being funneled into her body.
"Are you alright?"
Despite hearing that now familiar voice, Syndra didn’t move or open her eyes.
"I could ask you the same," the Succubus answered with a sigh.
His finger left her forehead.
"I am well," he answered.
She frowned. Physical contact had been broken, yet she could still hear his voice.
Syndra slowly opened her eyes, only to find someone standing over her.
His bare feet were inches away from her head.
The moment that her eyes opened, Syndra’s gaze found... Something it shouldn’t have.
It was the first thing she saw, and she couldn’t help but think that it was too big for someone that size.
"You should get some clothes," Syndra muttered as she sat up, unable to look from that angle any longer. She scratched her head before turning back around momentarily.
While it had been the first thing she had opened her eyes to, it wasn’t the child’s most striking feature. Well, it was since he was naked, but her embarrassment led to Syndra focusing on other things.
His eyes were of a piercing, all-engulfing purple, the kind of shade that can only be found in outer space, or in Nyl’s eyes.
The second feature that struck her was his hair.
It was thick, luscious, wild, and messy.
Her eyes followed that thick mane, and found that it stretched beyond his feet.
The child’s hair was longer than he was tall.
Syndra looked away. The Incubi were nowhere to be found, save for one who seemed to be unconscious.
"You drained all of them," She whispered. "What did you gain, ten years or so?"
"I’m not sure what you mean," Asmodeus answered with a tilt of his head. "My body developed as it should."
Her gaze went back to him, and inadvertently fell on his crotch.
"I don’t know if it developed as it should. It might have developed too much."
"I don’t understand."
"We should get you some clothes."
"What for?"
"To hide..." She pointed while looking away. "That."
Asmodeus lowered his gaze towards it before shrugging. "Again, what for?"
Syndra gulped while she massaged her forehead.
It wasn’t a baby dick anymore.
As confusing as this reunion was for Syndra, it was even more so for Asmodeus.