"I've seduced queens of flame, fed on the lust of tyrantesses, and ruled the moaning pits of carnal despair. And yet… I'm bored out of my goddamn mind."
In the deepest layer of hell, surrounded by crimson skies and moaning corpses, a demon slouched sideways on a flaming throne-looking like a man sick of everything, tired of fake orgasms and same old routine.
"One thousand years of torturing the horny dead, sucking lust from the depraved, and seducing everything that moaned in a five-mile radius. Do you know what that does to a guy?"
He raised a cracked goblet filled with boiling lust-essence. Took a sip. Spat it out.
"Even this tastes bland. I need something… new."
Raizen Kuronaga, the dreaded incubus general of the Seventh Circle, now faced a crisis no demon dared speak of—pleasure had become predictable.
The moans, the cries, the trembling bodies—they all blurred into repetition. Even his own screams of ecstasy rang hollow, bored echoes bouncing off the walls of hell.
A voice echoed beside him.
"Same my lord, i miss earth.."
Raizen turned to his left. The speaker wasn't a demon, but a wretched soul—imprisoned in hell for dying with thirty-two open tabs of step-sibling content and a bad credit score.
"Earth?" Raizen raised an eyebrow. "What's so great about that place? Half the souls down here won't shut up about it… but from what I hear, it's just Hell with prettier lighting."
He scoffed. "Besides, the women from that planet always end up here anyway."
That was when he told him about it.
"Forgive my boldness, Lord Raizen," the soul murmured, bowing low. "But Earth is different. The souls that reach your realm from there—by the time they arrive, they are but shadows. No desire, no resistance. Just husks. For you, my lord… mere slaves."
The broken husk of a soul spoke of a place called Earth. Where women weren't desperate, but hard to get. Where lust had to be earned, not harvested. Where one chased desire, not bathed in it.
This—this was exactly what Raizen craved.
A challenge. A hunt. A thrill he hadn't tasted in thousands of years, trapped in the monotony of Hell.
Earth promised something new: resistance. Temptation with teeth.
And Raizen? He believed nothing in existence could resist his charm. Not gods. Not angels. Certainly not a few mortal women.
The incubus sneered.
Raizen liked women with personality. Fire. Bite. The kind who pushed back before giving in.
But in Hell? Every woman he'd tasted was the same—empty, lifeless husks moaning on autopilot. Even the succubi, once his favorite pastime, had become a disappointment.
They didn't want him—they just wanted his body, siphoning his power to grow stronger. And worst of all?
They all looked the same. Succubi didn't have faces of their own. They simply transformed into the most alluring image they could conjure—over and over, the same curves, the same lips, the same vacant eyes.
It wasn't seduction. It was mimicry. Cheap. Predictable. Boring.
Raizen narrowed his eyes at the flickering husk of a soul. "Tell me…" he said slowly, a grin tugging at his lips.
"What do you prefer? Succubi… or Earth's women?"
The man smirked.
Raizen narrowed his eyes at the flickering husk of a soul, his voice low and amused.
"Tell me…" he drawled, a slow grin creeping across his lips.
"Succubi look amazing, Lord, no doubt. But Earth women? They're real. No illusions, no shapeshifting—just flesh and flaws. Everyone's got their own taste… and trust me, Earth has all of it."
"It's not just about looks. It's the chase. The fight. The way they choose to fall."
Raizen kept listening, motionless. Each word breathed something into him—something he hadn't felt in over a thousand years.
Excitement. Hunger. A spark of life.
This wasn't just curiosity anymore. It was obsession in its earliest form.
The soul continued to talk.
"My lord, you gave me endless souls to feast upon, and I was grateful. But even then… nothing rivals the thrill of a single night with a woman from Earth."
Raizen became quiet.
He stood up, fire crackling behind him.
"Yes… YES!" Raizen shot to his feet, eyes blazing with renewed hunger.
"I'll escape this wretched pit and descend into that glorious land of hard-earned lust!"
He threw his arms wide, laughter echoing through the cavernous hall.
"Earth—brace yourself. And prepare your panties!"
With a flick of his fingers, flames erupted around him—violent, crimson, and hungry.
His form dissolved into smoke and ash, only to reappear in a flash of hellfire at the Gates of Hell.
The scorched earth trembled beneath his boots. The ancient chains groaned, sensing what was about to break free.
the scorched path, each one pulsing with otherworldly energy—each a portal to a different world.
Some shimmered with divine light. Others oozed shadow and malice. But one gate stood out.
Rusted. Weather-worn. Half-swallowed by creeping ash.
At its peak, barely visible beneath the grime, was a single word carved in jagged letters: Earth.
Raizen's lips curled into a slow, wicked grin.
"Found you."
A swarm of wings blackened the sky. Succubi and incubi—dozens, then hundreds—descended like a storm of locusts, shrieking with fury and fear.
They weren't here to stop a traitor. They were here to stop a legend.
Raizen didn't flinch. His gaze stayed locked on the rusted gate ahead, but even he couldn't ignore the weight of Hell's greatest law—
No demon may descend to the mortal plane. Not without being torn apart by Hell's binding chains.
Not even a Demon Lord.
"Shit!" Raizen lunged for the gate—only to be slammed back by an invisible force.
A barrier. Ancient. Absolute.
"Tch—my body can't pass through…"
He staggered, flames crackling around him. The swarm behind him was closing in fast.
Raizen bared his teeth.
"Then I'll go another way…"
Desire surged through his veins. Lust ignited like wildfire.
"My soul! I'll force my soul through! Leave the body behind!"
The barrier quivered.
Cracks rippled across its surface—tiny fractures of forbidden possibility.
"It's working…" he muttered, eyes burning with madness.
He cast his gaze across Earth, scouring billions of minds in an instant—
Searching for a viable host. For an open door.
And then—
"Finally found one!." Raizen smiled devilishly.
WHOOSH.
His soul ignited, tearing through the sky like a comet of raw lust and hellfire.
His face twisted into a monstrous grin—jagged teeth, glowing eyes, the full mask of a true demon lord.
"I'M COMING FOR YOUR PANTIES, EARTH!!"
His voice echoed across the realms, leaving scorched laughter in its wake.
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Impact.
His arrival was not glamorous.
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"Ugh…"
Raizen opened his eyes to a ceiling stained with water damage.
Fluorescent lights buzzed like dying insects overhead.
He sat up, body aching.
The stench of old sweat, mold, and instant noodles hit him like a war crime.
"Ugh…? Did I fail? Is this still Hell?"
He glanced around again.
Mold. Roaches. Cup noodles.
"…No. This is Earth. Just the shitty part."
He took a breath—musty and stale.
Tried standing up—and immediately felt it.
Heavy. Weak. Disgusting.
A creeping realization slithered in.
"This host body… it's weak. I feel like shit. Damn it."
He looked down.
Thin arms.
Another realization hit harder.
"Wait… don't tell me—"
He sprinted to the bathroom like his life depended on it.
The cracked mirror greeted him like a bully waiting behind a locker.
"No. No-no-no-no."
A pale, bony face stared back.
Eyebags deep enough to drown in.
Hair like overcooked ramen.
"What the hell is this?! I look like a haunted librarian!"
He slapped his cheeks.
"My pecs! My jawline! Where's my god-tier bone structure?!"
Panicking now, he tried to cast his charm spell—just a simple morph into the most alluring form his mind could create.
Nothing.
A dead flicker of energy.
"I… I CAN'T TRANSFORM?!"
His powers—gone.
The lust-energy he'd cultivated for centuries, burned out during the soul transfer.
His beauty. His pride. His weapon. Gone.
He never imagined Earth would turn him into a worthless human- something he never thought about when trying to escape hell.
Then the tsunami hit.
Memories.
A torrent of loneliness, rejection, failure… and death.
"This… these are his memories…"
He stumbled back into the apartment's filthy living room, clutching his head.
"Loneliness. Rejection. No love. No friends… just failure."
His eyes landed on the scattered antidepressant pills across the floor.
"He offed himself with pills. Classic."
More memories flooded in—painful, sharp, suffocating.
Raizen flinched and writhed like a caterpillar on the cold floor.
"Huh! No wonder he killed himself."
He pushed himself upright, resting against the moldy wall, and began laughing.
Then crying.
Then laughing while crying.
"I'm stuck in a broke loser's body!" he wailed.
"I'M DOOOOOOMED!!"
His voice shook the paper-thin apartment walls.
From the next room:
"WHAT THEEEE FUUUCKKKK!!!"
SPLOOSH
A neighbor let out a shocked moan as he… prematurely exploded. Alone. On his own face.
His neighbors shouting was even louder than his
Raizen froze.
"…At least I'm not the only one with problems."
He collapsed again, groaning as more memories squeezed into his brain.
"I need to control these memories…"
Breathing hard, he sat cross-legged, forcing himself into meditation.
Clearing his thoughts. Rebalancing.
And then—click.
"Wait… I'm still an incubus. My soul's intact."
He grinned, madness returning to his eyes.
"That means I can recharge…, I just need lust. Female lust. The good stuff."
He opened the closet. All he found was a hoodie that said "K-ON Forever", some wrinkled jeans, and a faded button-up.
"Good enough."
He struck a pose in the mirror.
"…I don't look that bad."
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Outside, Zephyr City greeted him like a punch to the face.
Even from the third-floor corridor of his dingy apartment, the skyline glittered like gold-plated temptation.
Glass towers shimmered under twin suns. Trees pulsed faintly with ambient magic.
Below, students passed by in droves—each one a fashion statement.
Designer streetwear with glowing seams. Sleek campus uniforms trimmed with tech. Outrageous bio-fabric outfits that shifted color with emotion or weather.
It wasn't just a city.
It was a catwalk of power, money, and status.
Even the air smelled expensive.
"Damn. It feels like heaven up here…"
Then he saw her.
Long legs. Glossy black hair. A crisp white blouse paired with a lace-trimmed campus ID tag.
The gentle sway of her walk caught his eyes like a fishhook.
"Target confirmed."
He flicked his fingers.
Nothing happened.
"Shit. Right. No teleporting."
With a grunt, he bolted down the apartment stairs.
She was slow-walking, elegantly unbothered. He caught up in seconds… and then slowed his pace.
Now he was just… following her.
Like a creep.
One minute passed.
A single bead of sweat dripped down his temple.
Then another.
Still just following. More sweating.
"Okay, okay—just say hi. Or ask for directions? No. Too basic. Maybe bump into her and pretend it's fate…"
He clenched his fists, trembling with nervous energy.
"Come on, man. You're still an incubus. Just one touch."
Ten minutes of internal screaming later, he finally reached out—
Hand shaky. Heart pounding.
And—
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POV: Her
The young woman strolled casually, earbuds in, music humming.
Every now and then, she scanned her surroundings.
She noticed him.
At first, just a background extra.
Then… he lingered.
Still behind me?
He was kind of cute… in a burnt-out art student sort of way.
Is he trying to talk to me?
She smirked a little.
Pulled out her phone—not to check it, but to use the black screen as a mirror.
Maybe I'll give him my number if he just—
Then her smile faded.
Why is he sweating?
Why does he look like he's trying to defuse a bomb?
Minute after minute passed.
He's still following me?! It's been like ten minutes!!
Suddenly, her chest tightened.
Oh God. Am I being stalked?
Kidnapped?!
Raped?!
Then—
he touched her shoulder.
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POV: Raizen
After Raizen finally built up the courage to tap her shoulder, something unexpected happened.
A spark. Literal electricity.
The woman jolted slightly.
"Oho~ I felt that," he thought. "That little zap must've gone right down her spine. She's probably soaking wet already—"
She turned.
He winked.
A confident smirk tugged at his lips.
To her, what appeared wasn't a suave mystery man…
…but a twitchy, pale stranger drenched in sweat, eyes wide like a startled raccoon, and a wink so forced it looked like a stroke.
"…"
A full beat of silence passed.
"Heh. Bet I look like a mysterious bad boy right now," Raizen thought proudly.
Her face changed.
Surprise…
Confusion…
Then absolute horror.
Then—
SHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
"GAHHHH!! MY EYES!!"
Pepper spray hit him square in the face.
"WAIT—AGHH—IT'S A MISUNDERSTANDING!! I'M—"
WHACK!!
A leather handbag crushed into his skull. He was launched into a pile of cardboard boxes.
"SOMEONE HELP!! HE'S A CREEP!!"
Phones came out. Screams followed.
Raizen staggered up, eyes bloodshot, nose leaking, tears pouring from the hellish sting.
He ran.
"I DON'T HAVE ANY DAMN CHAAAAARM!!!"
His scream echoed through the city street.
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Behind a nearby utility pole, his neighbor peeked out, clutching a stained tissue, eyes glossy.
A single tear slid down his cheek.
"Same, bro…"