First Demonic Dragon

Mammon swore he'd misheard.

He had to have, right?

Primordial demon kings make mistakes too you know?

Just for clarification, he asked again.

"Who... did you say your master was?"

The maids spoke proudly in unison so that there would be no more confusion.

"We belong to lord Abaddon, The demonic dragon of lust."

Mammon gradually looked up at the city and began to put the pieces together bit by bit.

His disappointment quickly turned into utter frustration that was bordering on rage.

The pact between the seven demon kings was treated as an unshakeable law.

No matter what, they are not allowed to antagonize each other for any reason at all.

That goes beyond physical disputes, it meant that he wasn't allowed to touch anything that was in his possession without his approval and vice versa.

Mammon looked up at the city with the large tree swaying in the distance.

Everything inside, down to the very last rock belonged to his nephew.

Not only was he prevented from touching these girls, but his army was as well.

'Why just why!!?' Mammon cried internally.

"Shall we?" The maids asked and they all turned around and began to walk towards the front gate.

Now that they were moving, the demons within the army were all staring perversely at the girls from behind.

"Eyes front." Mammon warned.

The demons under his command had never heard him sound so stern before and they wondered just what was making him sound like he had a giant stick up his butt.

Nevertheless, the demons tore their eyes from the girls' supple behinds and continued to march forward.

The last thing Mammon needed was for one of his own men to cause an incident within the domain of another king.

If they did, he would either have to watch Abaddon kill them or kill them himself.

It didn't matter if Abbadon's strength was far inferior to his own, he had to treat him as if he were an equal.

If he didn't and a conflict insued, one of them would likely kill the other and weaken the demon race as a whole.

Not only that, the remaining demon kings would come to punish whoever was responsible.

They would be stripped of land, resources and treasures and forced to watch as it was divided up among the remaining five.

Mammon would rather die than see his mountains of gold and rare artifacts go into the palms of anyone else.

Especially not Wrath, Pride, and Envy.

Such a thing was undoubtedly his greatest nightmare.

As the group was led thorough the bloody battlefield towards the gate, Mammon finally realized that the demons eating the dead phoenix corpses were of a race that should not be in this world.

"Rabisu..."

Rita : "Did you say something, Lord Mammon?"

The demon king held up a trembling finger towards the feasting demons.

"Those atrocities... why are they here??"

Nita tilted her head cutely in confusion. "I don't understand what you mean. The rabisu are Lord Abaddon's elite army, where else would they be?"

"His army??" Mammon felt like he was going mad.

Tita : "That is correct, lord."

Mammon did not open his mouth a second time but his mind was running at a million miles a second.

This entire situation was weird as hell!

The army led by that crazy red haired harlot in hell was actually obeying the commands of someone else??

'Inconceivable... unthinkable!'

As the demonic army were led through the gates into the city, several warriors gasped when they saw the occupants inside.

Everywhere one looked there were succubi and incubi of various shapes and sizes, yet they were all incredibly beautiful.

"Lord Mammon... where are we supposed to look now?" One of mammon's generals asked. He and many of the demons under him were now having some difficulty keeping their lusts at bay.

Mammon wasn't doing much better.

So many beautiful women in one place was activating his desire for possession.

Even still, he would not jeopardize everything he owned for some measly women.

Even if they did look delicious...

"Walk with your eyes shut or I swear to all unholy I'll turn your assholes inside out."

The demons were sufficiently scared and all of them without exception shut their eyes and stumbled around.

It was at this moment that the maids once again turned around to address the army.

Nita : "Your men are free to relax and unwind while you meet with lord Abaddon."

Rita : "They are welcome to approach any of the succubi for companionship, provided they are respectful."

Tita : "However, if any of the citizens are harmed or forced in any way, lord Abaddon will know and he will not be happy."

No words could've made the rowdy male demons happier.

"Truly?

"Alright! Let's party!!"

"I want a succubus AND an incubs that looks like a succubus!"

"Eh?"

"Piss off I'm on vacation!"

Mammon wanted to join them but unfortunately it seemed as though business had to come before pleasure.

Still, he turned around to offer his army a final warning.

"You lot have been warned. Do not cause trouble for me or I will kill you myself."

The demons nodded eagerly, willing to agree to anything that got them in someone's bed faster.

Most of them had already begun pitching a tent as they browsed the street filled with flirty women.

The demon lord snorted in contempt and mild jealousy.

"Dismissed."

Immediately, there was a celebration as they all dispersed.

"YAHOOOO!!"

"Hello ladies!"

As his army separated to unleash their darker desires, Mammon once again began to follow the three beautiful maids.

It wasn't long before he was led to a large clearing containing a single, humongous tree.

Sitting calmly underneath it was his nephew and the newest of the seven demon kings.

Mammon was only briefly surprised to sense the aura emanating from him that was so much like his father's.

"Thank you girls." Abaddon said as he dismissed the three maids with a wave.

As the girls bowed and turned around to leave, Mammon could not resist the urge to take one final look at their behinds.

"They are off limits."

"You're not even using them! I can't smell your scent on them at all!"

"That is irrelevant. They are my personal maids and I will not allow you to lay a finger on them."

Mammon ground his crooked yellow teeth in annoyance.

This brat wasn't even an evolved and yet he had to treat him like an equal all because of that damned pact.

"What is the meaning of all of this??" Mammon asked.

"This is my home." Abaddon replied as he stared at the leaves on the ground. "You are here because I have a business proposition for you."

Mammon suddenly smiled madly and sat down crosslegged on the ground in front of his nephew.

There was nothing like the promise of money to excite him and hold his attention.

"What sort of business are you interested in, king of lust?"

Abaddon suddenly smirked as he stared at the city below.

"I want to turn this city into the most profitable land in this world. I have the vision required to turn this place into a paradise unlike any you have ever seen."

Abaddon's plan was simple.

The conversation with his family earlier put him on high alert and made him realize that he needed to utilize every source of power available no matter how minute.

The power of primordial demon's will now allowed him to pull power from each and every demon under his influence.

So what if he gained more?

More demons, more influence, more power.

Using his knowledge of twenty first century earth, he would create a utopia that pulled in beings in droves.

To be allowed residence in the city, they would have to drink from the fountain of rebirth and become demons, at which point they would become so fanaticized with him that they would never even think about leaving.

Although Abaddon was fairly certain that they would not want to leave once they learned about the wonders of air conditioning, modern architecture, and entertainment the likes of which they'd never dreamed of.

"Bold claim, Abaddon." Mammon said thoughtfully. "Businesses fail every day, what makes you so certain that you will not be the same?"

It was a valid concern especially from someone who was so familiar with money as Mammon was.

"Because I've already started on the road to spreading the legends about this place." he explained.

"Ha! Have you now? What sort of efforts might... Oh you cunning bastard!" Mammon smiled gleefully.

The answer to his question had already been answered.

Right now his men were out in the city having the best sex of their lives, but there would come a time when they had to leave.

And what would they do when they returned home to his kingdom?

They would not be able to resist spreading tales about the land teaming with sex demons who were willing to give you an experience the likes of which you would not be able to find anywhere else.

Travelers would flock. It would begin with those in the kingdom of greed but eventually word would spread to all of the demon continent.

Not only that, the entire world would soon come for the experience, while also being lulled in by whatever other attractions were promised.

"KEKEKEKEKE!! I LIKE YOU MUCH MORE THAN YOUR FATHER, YOU'RE TRULY A MAN CUT FROM THE SAME CLOTH AS I!!" The demon's booming laughter reverberated all throughout the clearing.

"So, my favorite nephew, what do you need from me?" he suddenly asked.

"I simply need you to supply me with rare and valuable materials suitable for construction."

"What makes you think that I-"

"You are the king of greed. You horde all that is considered valuable without exception."

Mammon's smile grew wider and wider.

Truly this man was nothing like his father.

"Then what's in it for me?" He suddenly asked, getting to the most important part of this entire conversation.

"Fifteen percent of our revenue in the first year."

"Thirty!" Mammon countered.

"Twenty five." Abaddon said flatly.

The primordial demon grumbled a bit as he did the numbers in his head. "Fine! A-and I want ten personal succubi!!"

"26 percent and you never think about touching any of my people again."

"DEAL!"

The two shook hands, sealing their pact.

"But nephew, I must warn you..." Mammon suddenly said.

Abaddon met the demon's yellow eyes that seemed to contain bits of humor as well as unveiled wisdom.

"There is a reason why sex demons are nearly extinct. Are you certain that you have the power to protect them from those with more... nefarious tastes?"

Instead of answering immediately, Abaddon looked towards the horizon. "Give me until morning."

"Ha? What for?"

Abaddon stood up and began to head back to his manor.

"I will show you the consequences of trying to take from me."