Volume 8 Chapter 1 Behold, the Asura Princess
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
She was far too adorable for words.
Anyone who laid eyes on her would likely smile, thinking her a simple, pure-hearted girl. Standing barely a hundred and forty centimeters tall, her petite frame seemed almost fragile, as if a strong breeze might carry her away. Her jet-black hair, trimmed with meticulous precision, framed her face in a perfect cascade. Clad in a black overall skirt, she exuded an air of pristine innocence, the kind that made one imagine her curled up in the shade of a tree, lost in the pages of a book. Her delicate presence felt like it could shatter at the slightest touch.
Yet her amethyst eyes—said to summon death itself—held a power that belied her appearance. Those who met her gaze would find their entire perspective on life transformed by her overwhelming charm. She was, without question, the most lovable girl in the world. In the presence of this exquisite bud, everything that came before her seemed meaningless—no, it was merely a prelude to the moment of meeting her.
Decades of cherished bonds crumbled in an instant under her gaze. Love painstakingly built over years was rewritten in a single glance. Boys yet to understand the stirrings of attraction, young men fresh from their first love, husbands devoted to their wives, even elders nearing the twilight of their lives—all of them awakened to the true purpose of their existence the moment they saw her.
On this day, at this hour, in this very moment, they realized they were born for one reason alone: to meet her. This was true first love. This was fate. Their lives existed solely to dedicate everything to her. At last, they understood, and that day had finally come.
Everything else began to fade. All but her withered, decayed, and lost its color.
”My name is Kispe Shisa, Seventh Seat of the Council of the United Kingdoms,” she declared, her voice as delicate as a breeze. “I am of the Succubus race, the most exalted among demonkind and the most superior of all humanoid species.”
The capital city of Basselow had been under the occupation of the Demon Lord’s Army for days now. It was in the lazy haze of an early afternoon, in the bustling plaza of the town, that her ticklishly soft voice rang out. The square was packed with people gathered from every corner of the city, their eyes fixed on the lone girl standing at its center.
”To all you lesser species,” she continued, her tone light and almost playful, “thank you for taking the time to gather here today despite your busy schedules. I have a small request for you Humans, the shame of all humanoid kind, and I hope you’ll hear me out. It’s about your execution.”
Kispe clasped her hands together, her lips curving into a gentle smile as she spoke. At the edge of the plaza, the bound Human women paled at her words, their faces drained of color. The men, unbound and free, merely continued to smile at her, their expressions unwavering.
”As we prepare to march eastward, we can’t afford to carry any excess baggage,” she explained matter-of-factly. “Naturally, that means all of you. However, we do need hostages, so the women will come with us. As for the men, we’ve decided to slaughter you here. But, you know, Humans are such an inferior race, yet you’re so numerous, aren’t you? We’re just girls, after all. We’ve never held anything heavier than a d**k or done anything more strenuous than s*x. Taking your lives is such dirty, exhausting work, and we’d rather leave that to the men. So—”
Her voice remained calm, almost indifferent, as the plaza fell into a hushed silence. Every soul present strained to catch her every word, hanging on the delicate cadence of her speech.
”Would you all be so kind as to kill each other for me?”
The chilling words hung in the air like a curse. The men, bathed in her gaze and words, continued to smile as if beholding something divine. They were utterly captivated by her adorable presence, her voice like that of a fairy weaving a spell.
”I like dependable men,” Kispe said, her tone softening. “Men who’d go to any lengths to protect a girl, even if it means reaching beyond their limits. I absolutely adore men who pursue me with reckless abandon. Is there anyone here who’d like to show me just how dashing they can be?”
She stepped lightly onto a raised platform, her skirt fluttering with the motion. That single, fleeting gesture was enough to make several men in the crowd clutch their chests in agony, overwhelmed by her charm.
”Is there anyone,” she continued, her voice lilting, “who’d like to be the last one standing and take my hand? ♡”
Kispe winked, closing one eye with a playful snap. For a moment, the world went silent. Every man in the plaza swallowed hard, clenched their fists, and gritted their teeth.
Then, like a thunderclap, chaos erupted.
One man grabbed a stone from the ground and struck the man beside him. As he raised his arm for another blow, another man stabbed him from behind. A boy, wielding a sharpened piece of wood, charged at a middle-aged man, piercing his side and sending blood spraying.
The older man yanked the stake free and drove it back into the boy’s body. Fists flew, men grappled, one straddling another to pummel him to death. In an instant, the plaza transformed into a hellish spectacle—not a war of factions, but a frenzied, maddened banquet of violence.
They killed and were killed, relentless even as their bodies failed. Those whose arms gave out kicked with their heads; those whose legs buckled crawled to bite the fallen.
The men threw their entire beings into slaughtering friends and family. They didn’t think about why. They didn’t need to. Their instincts screamed for her smile, to please her, to win Kispe’s favor and draw closer to her. Every man in the plaza shared the same burning desire.
The women, their voices hoarse from shouting for the madness to stop, pleaded in vain. Fathers, sons, brothers—none heeded their cries. Tears fell, bodies trembled, prayers rose to the gods, but nothing reached the men.
Their voices grew quieter as the carnage continued. Bodies littered the ground, blood pooling across the earth. As the number of fighters dwindled, despair spread among the surviving women. They glared at the dainty girl smiling at the center of the plaza, their voices rising in bitter resentment.
Kispe didn’t spare them a glance. Her eyes remained fixed on the men, her smile unwavering as she watched their brutal deaths unfold.
To every man, she was their first love. To every woman, she was their lifelong enemy.
”Kispeee! Kispe, Kispe, Kispe-Kispeeee!!!” a voice bellowed from above.
Kispe’s expression soured as she looked skyward, catching sight of a shadow streaking through the air. Whatever it was, it spotted her, banked sharply, and spun in an impossible arc. It plummeted toward the ground, halting just above the surface without so much as a puff of dust, landing softly.
Golden hair fluttered as the figure touched down. Clad in a garish orange outfit that left her midriff and legs bare, the girl raised both hands in a dramatic flourish.
”Yooo, Kispe!” she chirped. “Your beloved VioVio’s here to play!”
”Ugh, you’re so loud,” Kispe muttered, turning away with a huff. “Go home.”
Viola, undeterred by the blatant rejection, flashed a wide grin. “Yee-haw! Tsundere Kispe’s as cute as ever today! So, milady, how ’bout we grab some tea in a quiet spot somewhere… sneaky glance?”
”Gross,” Kispe shot back.
Viola, bursting with over-the-top energy, strutted toward Kispe like a cheesy pickup artist, only to be deftly dodged. “Seriously, what’re you even doing here?” Kispe demanded, her tone dripping with annoyance. “As you can see, I’m busy teaching these inferior old men a lesson. If you’re just here to mess around, leave.”
”Ohhh, I saw some crazy violent festival going on and thought, ‘Yup, that’s gotta be Kispe’s doing,’” Viola replied, her tone light and teasing.
Kispe’s gaze flicked to a man crumpled nearby, a middle-aged guy with a protruding belly, bleeding heavily from a wound. Her lips curled into a sly smile. She approached him, kneeling daintily and leaning close to his ear.
”Hey, mister,” she cooed, her voice a touch higher than before, dripping with honey. “What’s wrong? Cheer up, okay? You can still keep going, right? ♡”
The man groaned, barely able to respond. Kispe’s words seemed to pierce through his pain, but he was too weak to act.
”You know, mister,” she whispered, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur, “I’m, um… a virgin. ♡”
The man’s groans stopped. Her sudden confession jolted him, and he lifted his head, eyes wide with shock.
”If you don’t try harder, that scary-looking young guy over there might be the one who survives,” Kispe continued, her tone teasingly plaintive. “And if he does, he’ll probably do something awful to me. Look at these skinny little arms of mine. If a young guy with those big, strong arms pins me down… I might not be able to resist. ♡”
She giggled softly, then leaned closer. “Oh no, what’ll I do? I might get… taken. Save me, mister. Protect my first time. ♡”
”—Raaaarghhh!!!” the man roared, surging to his feet as if his injuries were forgotten. He sprinted forward, snatching a bloodied piece of wood from a corpse’s hand. He glanced back at Kispe for a fleeting moment, and she rewarded him with a radiant smile. Breathing heavily, he charged into the fray, diving into the mass of fighting men.
”…Why do you act like that when it’s old guys, Kispe?” Viola asked bluntly, her voice cutting through the moment.
Kispe shot her a look of exasperation. “Why? Do you stop to question why someone grabs bread and takes a bite, Ms. Viola?”
”…So, you’re saying it’s just natural for you to mess with old guys like that…?” Viola pressed, tilting her head.
Kispe turned her gaze back to the plaza, where men were dropping like flies. The younger ones were starting to dominate, while middle-aged men were fewer, and the elderly and boys were long gone. “Young guys are so predictable,” she said, her voice tinged with disdain. “They’ll get hard for any p*y that comes their way. They don’t even need words—just leering at me with those gross, lustful eyes. That’s just how young guys are, I guess. But I’m not interested in monkeys.”
”Uh, yeah, sure,” Viola mumbled.
”But older men,” Kispe went on, her tone shifting to something almost gleeful, “they try to act all clever and gentlemanly. They’re obviously obsessed with cute, beautiful girls like me, but they pretend they’re above it, playing the ‘kindly uncle’ card. When I see them acting all proper, I can’t help but want to break them. I want to see them drop the act, expose their ugly, desperate dks, and come after me with everything they’ve got.”
Viola, clearly tuning her out, started stretching—arching her back, extending her arms, and flexing her sides. She was blatantly ignoring Kispe’s rant, but since she was standing behind her, Kispe didn’t notice.
”Look at them, Ms. Viola,” Kispe said, gesturing to the plaza. “They’re killing their own friends, covered in blood, all because they want to sleep with me. This is who they really are. All that ‘nice guy’ nonsense was just a ploy to get close to me. They’ve been waiting for a chance to trick me, to drag me into some dark corner and have their way with me.”
”Yup, totally,” Viola said absently.
A burly man was stabbed in the back by a chubby middle-aged guy. The plaza, now a theater of slaughter, began to quiet as the chaos subsided. The last young man collapsed, leaving only the middle-aged man Kispe had spurred on standing.
”Well done, mister,” Kispe called, trotting over to him with dainty steps. She stopped in front of him, her smile impossibly gentle. “You worked so hard… ♡”
”Hah… hah… Kispe…” he panted, his voice ragged.
”A hardworking mister deserves a reward, don’t you think? ♡” she said, her cheeks flushing faintly, her expression carrying a hint of something unmistakably feminine.
The man’s heart pounded in his chest. What man could resist the spark of expectation ignited by her gaze? Standing amid thousands of corpses, the middle-aged man seemed to forget his wounds entirely, his trousers tightening as a swelling desire stirred within.
Muffled.
Giggle, giggle.
Two shadows descended silently at his sides, their forms coalescing into the lithe shapes of Succubus women. Tails tipped with arrowheads flicked lazily, and bat-like wings stretched as they emerged from the edges of the plaza, one after another, drawn to the scene.
The man found himself surrounded, delicate hands clinging to his arms, pinning them as the enchanting women smiled at him with beguiling grace.
His trousers slid down in one fluid motion, exposing his throbbing er***tion with a pop. A hand gripped it tightly, and without hesitation, began to stroke.
”…Kispe…?” he stammered, his voice trembling with confusion.
”Something special,” Kispe purred, her lips curling into a faint smile. “I’ll let you jerk off while thinking of me.”
With a soft giggle, she turned her back, as if he were no longer worth her attention. The man’s er***tion twitched violently as panic seized him. “Ahh, wait! K-Kispe! No, I—I mean, I want you…!”
Kispe glanced back, her smile radiant with wicked amusement. “What’s that, mister? Getting all flustered now? I gave you a reward—beautiful girls to attend to you. Are you saying you’re not satisfied? Did you actually think you’d get to sleep with me?”
Her voice dripped with mockery as she continued, “Did you imagine pinning me down with that big, bloated belly of yours, crushing my body and pounding away? If so, I’m sorry to disappoint, but inferior species like you? Physically, you’re just too gross for me. ♡ The mere thought of it gives me goosebumps. ♡ All I wanted was to see you squirm and suffer, to watch you desperately chase after me like some adorable, pathetic puppy. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about you.”
Kispe leaned forward slightly, her petite frame accentuating her words. “I’m a selfish girl, aren’t I? Sorry about that. ♡”
With an innocent expression, she stuck out her tongue playfully. “Cum ♡ and Die ♡”
The succubus girls at his sides whispered into his ears, their voices a sultry chorus. His cock jumped violently, and the hands stroking him quickened their pace.
”Kispe, ahh, Kispe…!” he cried, his voice desperate as he called after her retreating figure. The absurdity of his pitiful display stood in stark contrast to the frenzied state of his er***tion, swollen to bursting in the hands of the other women.
Their fingers were slick with an unnatural amount of prec**, far more than any normal man could produce. Something unnatural was happening to him, something beyond human limits.
”Hurry up and c**, mister! ♡”
”Die already, you weakling! ♡”
”Guh, aaaaaahhh!!!” he screamed, his voice breaking.
Betrayed by the girl he adored, he reached his climax in the hands of the succubus women. His inferior human seed erupted onto the ground with the force of a geyser.
Spurtt!
Milky fluid sprayed from his engorged shaft like urine, his eyes rolling back as he convulsed under the relentless hands of the succubi.
”Ohhh, there it is—the best kind of release! ♡ Look at that, your life’s going plup plup! ♡” one of them teased.
”Aggh, aggghhh!!!” he gasped, his body wracked with spasms.
His vitality drained rapidly, his skin losing its luster, wrinkling and drying as if he were becoming undead. His body withered in moments, collapsing under the weight of his own decay.
Spurttt!
The succubus women pressed their breasts against him, their slender fingers never relenting, milking every ounce of life from his body with ruthless efficiency. His head lolled to one side, his energy entirely spent. He had ej***lated every drop of his essence, his soul itself spilling out in the end. The man, now a husk, collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
”Great job, mister! ♡”
”Your end was so gross, old man… ♡”
The last surviving man was dead. Only corpses remained, and the plaza was left to the succubus women alone. The bound women at the edges of the square turned away, their faces etched with despair.
”C** and die? Humans really are like insects, aren’t they? ♡ So pathetically weak. Are they even the same species as us?” Kispe mused, her tone bored, as if the thrill of the moment had already faded. She began to walk away, and Viola fell into step beside her.
”Hey, Kispe,” Viola said, her voice light. “Playing this big’s gonna get you another lecture from the old man, y’know?”
”Who cares?” Kispe replied with a shrug. “Mr. Bandanzine already hates us anyway, so there’s no point playing nice now. Girls are supposed to spend their time and money on cosmetics, shopping, tea parties, and messing with old men. If he can’t understand that, I don’t care about a guy with zero appreciation for girls.”
”Eh, depends on the person, I think!” Viola chirped.
The two walked toward the city’s buildings, where succubus soldiers in bondage gear parted to clear their path. One of the soldiers caught sight of Viola’s left side and froze, startled. Kispe noticed and let out a faint sigh.
”By the way, what’s a vampire doing out in broad daylight?” Kispe asked, her tone sharp. “And don’t tell me you ditched your army again. All you’ve done since we got to the Human Continent is screw around. You’re the one who’s gonna get an earful from Nobility.”
”No worries, no worries!” Viola said with a wave of her hand. “I told ’em to handle things however! All good!”
”And I’m the one who’ll have to deal with their whining,” Kispe shot back. “I hate being lumped in with you like we’re some package deal.”
”Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that! I came here for serious business, y’know. Word is, the Humans’ big shot is showing up soon, and I’m guessing we’ll be the ones to face ’em first!”
”—The Hero’s return, you mean,” Kispe said, her voice dropping a notch.
The word Hero hung in the air, heavy with implication. The two stepped into an empty café, its pristine tables untouched by patrons or staff. They sat across from each other, the silence settling briefly.
”When’s she supposed to show up?” Kispe asked, her tone measured.
”Probably any minute now,” Viola replied. “If she’s coming from Rushelora, you’ll be the first to run into her, Kispe.”
Kispe nodded quietly, perched daintily on her chair, her thoughtful pose evoking a literary girl lost in a book. “Our plan is to subdue the city-states of the old Federation, march to Rushelora in the northeast, then swing west to invade the Empire’s territory and link up with the main army to flank Princess Hermine. But if the Hero shows up, eliminating her takes priority. Even if we reach Rushelora first and detour, she could still threaten our rear.”
”Isn’t Rushelora under mermaid control?” Viola asked, tilting her head.
”If your reports are accurate, Ms. Viola, the Hero’s strength surpasses even the Four Heavenly Kings—maybe even the Demon Lord himself. Ms. Primjune’s mermaids alone won’t stand a chance.”
”Well, yeah, makes sense,” Viola said with a shrug. “She took out the World Tree Beast in, like, a second.”
A tiny succubus child appeared between them, her small wings fluttering as she placed two cups of sweet-scented tea on the table. She flashed a proud grin, and when Kispe reached out to pat her head, the girl giggled and flitted away happily.
”The northern front’s defeat, the western front’s stalemate, and now the Heroine’s appearance,” Kispe said, her voice calm but tinged with concern. “We’re doing well, but the overall tide isn’t in our favor. The only good news is the destruction of Beast Country—it cuts off their reinforcements. Still, Ms. Parl’s actions there are… troubling.”
”Seriously, that was insane!” Viola exclaimed. “It wasn’t just the night—it was like the whole place turned into a pitch-black sea. Felt like the literal end of the world! ParPar’s always so extra, but what was she even trying to do? No way the bearded old man ordered that. Total rogue move.”
”The Demon Lord likely doesn’t even know about the World Tree Beast,” Kispe said. “Goddess Teekua’s wrath keeps everyone quiet—the Void, Crimson Spire, the Temple—they all pretend it never existed. Regardless, if Ms. Parl’s solo act in Beast Country comes to light, the Council will have her head. Mr. Bandanzine would jump at the chance to crush us. If we’re going to switch factions, now’s our last shot.”
”No way, no way!” Viola whined, flailing her arms. “I’m sticking with ParPar’s crew! I’d suffocate under that old man’s sweaty armpits!”
”Don’t make gross metaphors,” Kispe snapped. “But I agree—moving now feels premature.”
Viola struck a slightly cutesy pose, her usual high energy bubbling up. Each time she got like this, her left eye seemed to writhe unnaturally, making Kispe narrow her eyes in distaste.
”Hey, wanna hit up some shops after this?” Viola asked, undeterred. “Human stores are so chic, they get me all hyped! Last time, I had these amazing cookies—nutberry, chocolate sand, vanilla almond! I was thinking I’d feed some to you, Kispe, like ahhh! Not a date, though, don’t worry! Unless you want it to be a date…!”
”Gross. As if I’d go,” Kispe retorted. “We’re resuming the march soon. The Monsters need their next meal, so I don’t have time to deal with you, Ms. Viola.”
She set her cup down gently and stood, cutting the conversation short. Viola flailed in a panic. “W-W-Wait, hold up! Let’s at least talk about what’s next! You’re seriously gonna fight the Heroine? She’s, like, stupid strong. I’m pretty sure even VioVio wouldn’t stand a chance!”
”That strong, huh?” Kispe mused. “Well, I don’t plan to fight her head-on. My target… is her husband.”
She turned, a wicked grin curling her lips, her demeanor suddenly alight with excitement. Viola let out a dry laugh, sensing the shift. “Whoa, that’s an evil look! I’m getting all kinds of mixed feelings knowing Kispe’s thinking about some random guy!”
”Shut up,” Kispe snapped. “I’m actually looking forward to meeting him. A man worthy of the Hero? What kind of person must he be? Even if he’s an inferior species, just imagining it makes my heart race.”
Kispe’s cheeks flushed, her expression that of a lovesick maiden—yet it dripped with malice and fiery intent. “Based on your intel, Ms. Viola, we’ll assume the Hero has a husband or lover. During the invasion vote, there was talk of her ignoring our movements to chase someone—likely him. No matter how strong she is, she can’t shield him from my gaze. While the busy savior’s off saving the world, I’ll take very good care of her man. I’ll have her turn traitor and join the Demon Lord’s Army to help us crush the Empire.”
Kispe’s lips curved into a sadistic smile, her dainty features twisting with cruel delight. She murmured to herself, rubbing her stomach lightly. “Such a nasty plan,” Viola said, shivering dramatically. “That’s so vile, even VioVio‘s shook! But wow, so tiny yet so smart and cute and awesome! C’mere, let me hug you—just for today, just the tip, I swear!”
”Ugh, die. Stay away from me,” Kispe shot back, stepping out of reach.
Notes:
• Bandanzine – They are one of the Four Heavenly Kings, appeared as a warrior with a dignified gaze, known for their frontline combat prowess.
• Rushelora – A port where demons are allowed to stay at embassies under special circumstances. It is a location where humans and demons have trade relations.
• Hermine – Daughter of the Emperor of the Second Empire of Dusselhelm. A companion and friend of Anna. The mage. She is pragmatic and encourages Anna to focus on her duties as a hero rather than her personal revenge.
• Primjune – She is one of the Four Heavenly Kings, appeared as a scaled and finned figure, known for executing the saint’s kidnapping plan.
• Goddess Teekua – The deity who saved Sylvia after her death and granted her rebirth as a hero.
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