It didn't take us long to reach the so-called town after we left the Penis Rock. And when I said "the so-called town," I meant it — whoever had the gall to call this rusted cluster of lean-tos a town must have been blind, drunk, or both.
Back in my world, a small human hamlet that's been ravaged by demons would still look prettier and cleaner than this place. This was a dump: rotten boards, crooked stalls, smoke curling from a dozen greasy fires, and a smell that hit you like a goddamn curse even from a distance.
A temporary camp for the demon king's army was much better than this,
"There we are!" Eva sang, her wings spreading proudly as the town finally came into view.
We landed a hundred or so meters away from the gate to this shit show. Standing in the middle of nowhere, in this empty wasteland, only the stone wall that surrounded the town was somehow decent.
"Well, wife, let's go," Eva chirped, walking toward the main entrance. I followed behind her, not knowing what to expect; however, before coming here, Eva asked me to keep my massive wings out.
The demons are a matriarchy. The females rule, and the males do everything the female says, simple. But only if you have the strength to back it up, because in the end, if you're weak, even if you're a female, you will die a horrible death or worse, be enslaved.
As to why Eva asked me to keep my wings out... Well, that's easy.
To piss everyone off.
The succubus race is held to a great standard in hell; even a lesser succubus is treated like nobility compared to other species. And for a royal succubus? Well, that could be considered as a queen or empress walking down the street.
So basically, Eva's plan is to walk up to the town, flash my wings, and tell everyone to leave us the fuck alone. Simple plan, and she said it would help her boss a little as their business was experiencing bad luck lately.
Reaching the gate, I spotted two guards.
One was a two-meter-tall rhino beastman, dark, thick hide, muscles bulging like boulders wrapped in leather straps. His single horn was cracked at the tip, but it still looked like it could tear through a wagon without slowing down.
The other was his opposite in every way — a slender female demon with violet skin and slit-pupil eyes, lounging lazily against the gatepost while twirling a spear in her hands as though it weighed no more than a feather. Her armor was more decorative than practical: black leather dyed with crimson streaks, straps crossing over her chest to accentuate rather than protect.
The rhino beastman noticed me first. His nostrils flared, and he stomped a hoof against the dirt road, snorting like a war beast ready to charge. When he spotted my massive wings, he froze stiff like some idiot who saw a ghost.
"!!!" He quickly straightened his back, clasping his massive fist to his chest in a salute, before whispering something to his colleague.
The violet-skinned demoness flicked her gaze from him to me, her lazy smirk curving into something sharper. Her spear stopped twirling mid-spin as her eyes locked onto my wings, glowing faintly under the dim red sun.
For a moment, even her casual posture faltered — her weight shifted forward, her tail stiffened. Then, like a mask snapping back into place, she leaned her shoulder against the gatepost again, pretending she wasn't rattled.
"Royalty… sight," she murmured under her breath, though the word carried just enough to reach my ears.
Eva stepped up between us like she'd been waiting for this moment all her life. Her grin was pure arrogance, fangs glinting as she practically purred.
"That's right. You're standing in the presence of my wife. A royal succubus. Show some respect before she decides you're not worth the air you're breathing."
The rhino beastman immediately dropped his head lower, like some soldier saluting a general. His throat rumbled with a nervous grunt, but he didn't move otherwise. The violet guard, on the other hand, chuckled low before she leaned and slapped Eva on the forehead.
"Ouch!"
"Evangeline, is this how you greet your friends?"
"The hell... Maha!" Eva scowled, rubbing the spot on her forehead. "When did we become friends, huh? You were always a quick-shot bitch."
"Hey!" Maha, the violet-skin demoness, flicked her with her tail. "Be a good bitch and get moving. Can't have royalty standing at the gate forever. People might wonder. They might panic."
"Growl," The rhino man growled something. I could see his beady eyes dart to Eva, then back to my wings, his fists clenching around the shaft of his battleaxe. He was trying to control his urges, but I could smell the lust oozing from his body.
"Siiigh," the violet-skinned sighed heavily before she turned to me with a friendly smile. "Please, Royal blooded Succubus... welcome to our shitty town. Make yourselves comfortable, my name is Maha, and my horned friend's name is Raa."
"My love, come!" Eva turned toward me, her smug smirk still plastered across her face. She extended a hand. "Let's go to my place."
"Sigh," I grudgingly grabbed her hand and allowed Eva to drag me forward. As I passed, I watched Raa's eyes trail across my sexy breasts, following me into the town. The muscled beastman didn't drop his gaze until my massive black wings slid from sight.
The moment Eva dragged me through the gate, the foul stench of the town hit like an ogre's punch. I winced, covering my nose, glaring down at Eva as she pulled me onto the main avenue.
The cobblestone streets were cracked and uneven, jutting up and down like uneven teeth in a massive rotted mouth. It must have been nice once—or at least not awful—if the few surviving houses were anything to go by. Small, cramped, some made from stone, others from wood, leaning at precarious angles, with char marks around the frames and scorched roofs, as if something burned the town to a crisp and barely got the fire under control.
As for the people... Well, they are split into two groups.
Slaves, lifeless and soulless, walking without any orders from their masters. Like slaves, they were half-naked and very dirty, covered in ash and smoke; however, they wore a shiny iron collar around their neck. And like a master, a male demon walked close to them, beating them from time to time and yelling at them.
The interesting thing was that not all slaves were humans. I could even spot a few elf slaves among them. And strangely, demons too, although most of them had animalistic traits, you can even call them beastfolk.
Demons are the most versatile race in existence. And you can even think of the word 'Demons' as a term that refers to every race that fell from the god's eyes and dove into the seven layers of hell and the surface world.
As for the second group. Everyone who is not a slave. Demons, imps, goblins, orcs, ogres, beastfolk, etc... they all mixed together like a festering stew, each one louder and dirtier than the next. The non-slaves strutted about the cracked avenues with an air of entitlement, snarling and spitting at anyone who didn't move fast enough. Goblins darted between stalls, trading scraps of metal and bones like they were priceless treasures.
A pair of ogres argued in guttural tones, their fists slamming into each other's chests for emphasis while the crowd carefully gave them space. Orc women strutted with heavy clubs strapped to their backs, barking orders at their mates who scurried after them with arms full of food and tools.
It was chaos, but it wasn't lawless. No, there was a system here—brutal and crude, but it existed. I could see the way collars gleamed whenever torchlight caught them, how the slaves knew exactly when to bow their heads, how the "free" demons avoided stepping too far into another's claimed territory. The whole town stank of lust, corruption, and violence, but beneath that was something heavier.
Fear.
"Mmm~ You'll love it, wife!" Eva twirled in the middle of the street, wings flaring, drawing every eye to us. "The whole family would be happy to meet you."
I kept silent, watching, scanning my surroundings, noting the eyes everyone was giving me. Fear, anger, hatred, curiosity, and horniness. Everyone looked at me with different faces. But they didn't dare to approach.
The more Eva dragged me deeper into this shitty town, the nicer it became. Not a lot, but there were definitely different and clear sections within the town that served for different social statuses.
All the buildings were made from stone now. No sign of wood or cobblestones. Just hard, solid stone that someone spent the effort to smooth, some had tiny, cramped windows with barred shut glass, others had polished stone doorways carved from the face of the wall.
And more people began to appear on the street. High-end collared slaves, who walk alongside their well-dressed masters, at least compared to the rest.
'So this is like a noble district. A very ugly one, mind you, but less shittier than the last.'
We walked on. I let Eva talk, listen, and mumble from time to time about how happy her family would be and how much I would like their company. Soon, we reached a three-story stone building that was extremely clean and stood like a mighty monolith that would soon tower above the rest.
I even had to double-check if I was in hell or not; it was like a palace was built in the middle of the slums.
"Here, my lovely wife. We've arrived," Eva suddenly proclaimed as if her dramatic voice could make everyone stop. And much to my surprise, it kinda worked, since every demon in the neighborhood stopped for a minute.
However, I wasn't focused on the little purple devil anymore, No!... I was focused on the big sign hanging from above the entrance and…
The moans and the heavy smell of sex.
"Eva, what do your bosses sell in the shop?" I asked with a serious tone, crossing my arms.
"Hmm.." she tilted her head, confused for a moment, "we're succubus, of course it's a brothel, what do you think we do?"
'Shit…Of course, what did I expect?'