Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!

With a deafening splash, Creed and Dagga burst out of the tunnel, plunging into the freezing underground river below.

The water swallowed them whole, its icy grip sending shockwaves through Creed's body as he fought to keep his head above the surface.

Behind them, furious screams echoed from the mouth of the tunnel. Creed's heart pounded as he twisted his head to look back.

The beings they had just escaped—writhing mass of twisted, monstrous flesh—stood at the edge of the tunnel, their grotesque forms twisting in frustration.

One of the creatures dared to stretch a slimy limb toward the water.

Szzzz!

The moment it made contact, steam hissed, and the flesh melted away, leaving behind only a sizzling stump.

The creature recoiled with a pained screech, and the others followed suit, snarling and writhing, but refusing to jump.

They didn't dare follow.

Creed couldn't help but let out a shaky laugh, even as he struggled to swim. "Water melts them? Guess they're not as terrifying as they thought, huh?"

Dagga, swimming beside him with slow, deliberate strokes, growled, "Less talking, more swimming. Unless you want to find out how long they'll wait before trying again."

Creed shut his mouth, focusing on the shore ahead. The water had saved them. For now.

Minutes later, they dragged themselves onto the rocky bank, collapsing onto their backs.

Creed lay there, gasping for air, his chest heaving as he stared up at the glowing ceiling of the cavern. His entire body felt like it had been through a meat grinder.

Dagga was sprawled beside him, just as battered. Blood dripped from a nasty gash on his shoulder, but his stoic face showed no sign of pain.

For a while, neither of them spoke, the only sound the quiet drip of water and their laboured breathing.

Finally, Creed broke the silence. "Well... that sucked."

Dagga snorted softly. "You're alive. That's what matters."

"Barely," Creed muttered, sitting up with a groan. He winced as pain shot through his arm, where a claw had raked him earlier. "I think I lost a chunk of my soul back there."

"Wouldn't surprise me," Dagga said, his tone completely serious. "I warned you not to open your eyes."

Creed rolled his eyes. "Thanks for the comforting words, Mr Positivity."

As his breathing steadied, Creed took in their surroundings. The cavern was massive, its walls shimmering faintly with bioluminescent moss.

The river snaked through the chamber, its dark surface reflecting the faint blue light like glass.

Scattered around the cave were signs of someone living here—or at least hiding here.

A small but sturdy, neatly made bed sat in one corner, alongside a sturdy wooden table covered in strange tools and scraps of paper.

Dozens of steel chests were stacked against the walls, their contents hidden but intriguing.

A lantern, fashioned from bone and glowing with a faint green light, hung from the ceiling.

There was even a shelf lined with jars of preserved food—pickled roots, dried meat, and something that looked suspiciously like eyeballs.

Creed pointed toward the chests. "Alright, what's all this? Did we just stumble into some demon pirate's treasure hoard?"

Dagga sat up, brushing water off his grey skin. "This is my hideout."

Creed raised an eyebrow. "Your hideout? What are you, some kind of underground hoarder?"

Dagga ignored the comment, standing and moving toward one of the larger chests.

Creed followed, his curiosity getting the better of him. He peered over Dagga's shoulder as the demon opened the chest, revealing piles of gleaming silver coins.

The light from the coins reflected off the cavern walls, giving the whole room an ethereal glow.

"Holy hell," Creed said, letting out a low whistle. "That's a lot of cash. You planning to retire down here? Or are you secretly funding an evil lair?"

Dagga shot him a glare. "It's for emergencies."

"Sure, sure," Creed said, smirking.

Dagga ignored him, reaching into the chest and pulling out a small glass bottle filled with glowing red liquid.

Creed immediately recognised it as stored human blood essence. He was just 16 years in this world, but that didn't mean he was a saint.

He knew without a doubt that those drops of blood essence were farmed from human slaves in the demon realm, but he didn't let it get to him.

The humans also sold demon parts. It was very mutual. This was the effects of war.

"For healing, right?" Creed asked, nodding toward the bottle.

Dagga gave a curt nod, placing it carefully on the table.

But Creed's attention was drawn to something else in the chest. Buried beneath the coins was a large blue choker—or at least, it looked like one.

It was massive, more like a ring, with intricate carvings that shimmered faintly in the dim light.

Creed picked it up, holding it up to inspect it. "This…" His lips curled into a sly grin. "This is a fiend demon accessory, isn't it? The kind that female demons wear."

Dagga stiffened. "Put that back."

Creed's grin widened. "Oh, no way. This is too good. So, who's the lucky lady? Do I get to meet her? Is she scary? Does she—"

"I don't have a woman," Dagga interrupted, his tone sharp.

"Really?" Creed said, his grin turning into a full-blown smirk. "Because this definitely belongs to a lady demon. And it's fancy. You sure you're not hiding her somewhere around here? Maybe she's behind one of these chests?"

Dagga's blood red cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "Put. It. Back."

Creed couldn't stop laughing. "Oh man, this is gold. Dagga, the stoic demon warrior, secretly a romantic. Tell me, does she scold you for leaving your weapons lying around? Does she—"

"I told you," Dagga growled, snatching the choker and tossing it back into the chest. "I'm a single demon!"

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