SUCCUBUS TO DEMON GODDESS

CHAPTER 1 - The Ascension of the Succubus

When the Void fractured, the two Primitive Planes emerged from the primordial broth.

The two great antagonistic forces collided in a cosmic clash. Thus, from the apocalypse of the Great Clash, the Intermediate World, also known as the Third World, was born: inextricably linked to the other two and constantly seeking the balance between Light and Darkness.

Then, the Great Phoenix, the Precursor, Father of All Life, was consumed.

From his Last Spark came the dragons, mighty and majestic, who ruled the skies.

From his dying light, the Eternal Glow, appeared Astrea, beautiful and fearsome Goddess of Light.

And out of the First Darkness that followed, emerged Maledictus, the demonic God ruler of Darkness and Malice.

And then, from his cold Ashes deposited on the fertile soil of the Middle World, came the Mortals and the Elves.

They thrived, as best they could, in a world that was once hostile to them.

And inevitably, the Darkness sought once again to take what was once theirs. Demons invaded the Mid-World, consuming and corrupting everything in their path. Guided by their terrible deity, they threatened to engulf Creation and destroy the Phoenix legacy.

Then Protemusa, the First Archmage, wielded the Aeon Stone. With this legendary artifact, she drove out the demons and, with this victory, made a pact with the Demon God. As long as her blood remains, demons will stay out of mortal affairs.

But...demons are patient. Very patient.

Now, centuries and centuries later, the last descendant of Protemusa is no more. And once again, the evil forces are ravaging the world and threatening to destroy all that they have built with their blood, sweat and tears.

But brave and powerful heroes have risen up against the terrible King of Evil, challenging him in an epic struggle to strike the final blow to his evil reign...

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In the depths of the Underworld, in that unhealthy, putrid place Mortals call the Infamous Quagmire, the powerful Demon God, Maledictus, had finally fallen to the Legendary Heroes. This time, his dominion over the evil creatures and his invasion of the world by the infernal legions was over. The Third World would once again know peace.

The huge Palace of Vices, the cursed lair of the demonic deity, was ripped open on all sides and was barely standing, its very foundations had been shaken by the intensity of the battle. The corpses of demons and unspeakable creatures littered the floor and their black, stale blood seeped through the gaps in the pavement.

The huge, spasming body of the evil god lay on the ground. It was a monstrous giant with blood-red eyes filled with hatred and malice. Even defeated, he exuded an abominable and dark aura. In front of him, his executioners were staring at him:

A giant entirely covered with what looked like a huge plate armor, blackened on all sides, brandishing an axe decorated with runes even bigger than himself. Through his helmet, which completely covered his face, one could hear a hoarse and uncertain breath, a sign that the thing inside had reached its limits.

Beside him, a woman with short blond hair and a muscular body, clad in armor much lighter than the giant, held her silver sword firmly in one hand and her magical shield in the other. Although she was covered in blood and scratches, she still seemed focused and ready to leap back into action at any moment.

Further away, the slender figure of the Archer Heroine stood out painfully from the shadows in which she had taken refuge. The young woman had fair skin, slightly slanted eyes and long gray hair. Her light armor was made of a delicate mixture of fur and leather and showed off her slender, athletic body. She brandished her trusty war bow, ready to draw a final arrow to finish off her prey.