The King of Succubus

My name was Kenji. A high school student like countless others, lost in the monotony of days that blurred together. My world consisted of trivial concerns—exams to study for, stolen glances at an unattainable girl, dreams too vast for my insignificant existence. Until the day betrayal wore the face of a friend. The pain was brief. The fall, endless. I awoke in a body not my own, with memories that felt foreign. Now, I am Konrad, Emperor of Valora, sovereign of a torn realm in the heart of the savage continent of Aerdenreich. This world bears no resemblance to the one I left behind—here, magic pulses through every stone, the sky displays impossible hues, and the laws of physics bow to the will of the powerful. My empire stands unique among all others. Where other kings command men in armor, my ranks are filled with creatures of supernatural beauty and absolute loyalty. My succubi—warriors, advisors, protectors—are bound to my soul by oaths older than the mountains themselves. Their bat-like wings cast a protective shadow over my lands, their sharpened claws defend my borders. In their eyes of impossible colors shines a devotion that still overwhelms me. I quickly understood the merciless law governing Aerdenreich: conquer or perish. Here, the weak are swept away without pity, their names erased from memory. Borders are merely fragile promises, constantly challenged by steel and magic. My kingdom, despite its ancient splendor, is but a shadow of what it once was. In my trembling hands now rest the ancestral artifacts of Valora—relics of a power I am only beginning to comprehend. My new blood awakens their dormant magic, stirring forces that even my faithful succubi regard with apprehension. Each day is a battle. To expand my territories. To understand the arcane mysteries of this world. To earn the devotion of my night-winged subjects. To become worthy of the title fate has brutally thrust upon me. Sometimes, in the hushed silence of my imperial chambers, I remember the timid high school student I once was. His weakness. His hesitations. His pathetic death. I will never again be that insignificant being. I am Konrad, King of Succubi, Emperor of Valora. And this world, whether it wishes to or not, will kneel before me.