A/N: Just so there's no confusion: a succubus is a female demon that attacks men and feeds off of their energy, and especially enjoy sapping their energy during sex. Yes this will have sexual themes in it, and will have a lemon because I'm tired of their being no smut for the Doom Slayer! *huff*
...Enjoy~.
Hell. The wretched pit of despair and loathing, of endless suffering on immeasurable levels.
For a female, these feelings are doubly bad.
(Y/n) overlooked the vast plains of fire and magma, and sighed. She was a demon, and one of high esteem, her position of power showed in her dress and of her living quarters in one of the many palaces of Hell. But, even with all of her gifts and privileges, there was still something missing.
She was a succubus, this really wasn't hard to figure out for her. (Y/n) turned and walked into her bedchamber. An empty bed lay there, taunting her. As a demon of her breed, she needed a mate to continue on living. And one that was strong, so she could siphon his energy continuously, and become powerful once again.
Many suitors had tried and failed to take her hand. From the highest generals of Hell's legions, to the lowliest of imps. She could find no pleasure in any of their company.
"All of them, spineless..." The demoness said aloud, picking up a mirror from a nearby vanity, gripping it in her clawed hand and viewing her image in the fragile glass. "...wretched, unsatisfying..." How much longer did she have to wait until she had to accept either an eternity with an idiot, who would offer only energy, and not a challenge... Or death?
A wail accompanied her throwing the mirror across the room, then flinging a fireball from her hand at it, eviscerating it entirely in midair. Realizing what she'd just done a few moments later, (y/n) looked down at her hands. Trembling. Shaking with her rage.
A small smirk graced her lips. 'Funny...' She found a seat at the end of her bed and flopped down onto it, watching not to brake her wings under the pressure. Dainty demons such as herself shouldn't throw tantrums like she just had... But she guessed that's why she wasn't just a succubus, but also a...
"General (L/n)?"
Looking up suddenly, she saw the door of her room was open. A small female imp stood in the space, shaking slightly.
"What is it?" She snapped. "I told them not to disturb me unless it was for a-"
"A battle, m-m'lady." The imp finished for her, cringing as the daemon arose from her bed.
(Y/n) looked out her window once more. She concentrated her hearing; the yells and clangs of battle rang out from the depths below. Clear as a bell. And she smiled, baring her sharpened upper canines.
"Go, tell them to muster in the front courtyard." The general ordered. "20 minutes. Not a minute late, or a sword through the gut will be child's play compared to what my consequences are!" She called more orders after the servant as she rushed off.
She walked over and shut her door, leaning her body back on it. She heaved a sigh, and her head rolled over and aimed her vision to a cabinet-the one where she kept her armor and favorite weapons. The smile never left her face.
With one final grin, she said. "Female trifles can wait... Blood calls once again..."
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Fire and brimstone rained down on the plain full of demons and monstrosities. A common sight, really. But the most of it came from her side.
A lone daemon in shining blood red armor flew swiftly over a mob of approaching revenant. Their guns let loose barrages of bullets, but none were able to even lay a grazing shot. Shooting back through the crowd, a flash of silver passed through the middle, as fire does through spilt gasoline. They stopped, only to let their upper bodies fall to the rocky terrain underfoot.
(Y/n) landed, and immediately clashed with several unwilling, laying severing blow after slash to their decomposing bodies. They had come along as the cannon fodder for a rival Baron and his battalion. Come to take her palace, and, in the spirit of the spoils of battle, her.
This would not happen. Not in all of eternity.
The greater Hell guard wailed out from across the field, signaling more demons from their hiding places among the mountains and rock formation in the distance. A smaller wave than what she expected, (y/n) fanned out her arms, one at a time, issuing her legion a side to lay waist to the enemy. She smiled and slashed the air with her cursed blade, black lighting revealed from the blood sliding off like silk.
Tall and brutish lesser Hell guards stomped and leaped towards her position. "Only three..." The demon smirked and readied her stance, drawing back her blade. "Then I shall have to take my time with them."
Not noticing the thinning ranks following behind her three opponents, the succubus general began to leap around each of their advancing lunges and swipes at her. If there was one thing she enjoyed from battle, it was the adrenaline of near death. A clawed hand nearly grazed her face before she slid to another spot. The rush of what she had converted from fear into a sort of fetish was what she had only imagined was how it felt to draw the energy of a man from him. She beconed the third with a finger after dodging the second from crushing her. All three lined up, side by side, in a phalanx formation almost. Minus the spears, add the claws and teeth.
She suddenly felt a huge wave of energy wash over her, and her eyes glowed with concentrated violent intent. They came at her. She at them.
Slashing. Her clothes cut loose,torn from her virgin body. The first guard went down, its massive head falling from its shoulders.
Stabbing. The sharp and piercing pain of teeth and nails digging into skin, the hot skin of a mate. Down goes the second guard, her blade protruding from his back, twisting, then exploding out the other side, its wielder gripping the handle with both clawed hands.
"And now", she said, hearing the last one approaching fast from behind. She gripped her sword and ignited it with Hellfire from her hand. "...burning!"
(Y/n) whipped her body around.
Nothing.
An empty field lay before her, barren. Before she could take another step, a large shadow clouded the ground below her, and she quickly moved when the sound of something falling pierced through her veil of violent thoughts.
The Hell guard landed, kicking up rock and dirt, its body completely exploded from the inside out, or so it looked. And, on top of it, in sharp contrast to the horned creatures she had just slain, was a man.
'A...A human?' She thought, taking one step back from the scene before her. The soldier wore a green tinted suit, a helmet with a tinted visor obscured her eyes from seeing his face. Watching closely as he jumped down from the behemoth guard, she sensed an immense amount of energy from him. Absolutely pulsating with power... it made her instantly throb with want. But she must not let her guard down.
"Quite the warrior, aren't you?" (Y/n) began to circle the gun-wielding figure, like a vulture eyeing her prey. His helmet turned with her every move, and squinting her eyes, she could make out his cold, gray eyes. Chills ran down her spine under her armor, which had begun to feel unnaturally heavy on her frame by now.
He began to approach her suddenly, but the general was not too far lost not to automatically draw her sword and aim right at his helmet, keeping the slayer at bay. "Of course, you do not think I shall let you live. Not after taking my kill, human." She jerked her head over to the corpse of the demon he'd killed.
In a dance of death manner, the two began to circle each other. One armed with magics and blades, the other cold steel and bullets.
Although she tried to keep an air of cocky Hell general about her, (y/n) couldn't help her eyes. They watched his body, wishing she had less armor to have to imagine through. Up top, a handsome face with a strong jawline, a set of shoulders and arms fit to carry her back to her bedchamber, and a toned chest to lean against afterwards; and who knew how well he was endowed under his belt...
Without another shuddering thought, the two lunged at each other. Neither budged their weapons, just drew back more, tightened their grips.
Their eyes locked on each other's. Neither moved a muscle more. Energy practically filled the humid air in-between the two.
And something told them both, then and there, that this battle wouldn't be won the way they planned...
A/N: Ahahahaha! Yes! I did it!
Shew, writing all the action scenes in this was fun, and I can't wait to start on the second part. Which is where the 'real' action lies in wait~
Tell me how I did, please? Thank you!
~P.F.