Salo, satisfied, slowly picked herself up from the ground and looked at her sleeping master and new servant...
’Ah... I’ve gotten to act like a proper succubus for once.’
Salo had even chard soone!
’I’ve been fighting for so long... that pleasure felt almost foreign.’
Salo activated one of the unique abilities of her race. She absorbed the spawn of her master that was sliding down her back through her skin, gaining a slight temporary boost of vitality and energy. Then, she summoned her claws back and made sure she’d reclaid all of her quills.
She looked down at the sleeping goblin she’d nad Toy.
’Cute...’
She was a goblin that was probably from the sa ruined world as her...
’Cute and utterly weak.’
’She must have been on an uninfected island, far away from the frontlines, if she was able to survive while being that weak... beyond transmigration sapping her power, she has no fighting sense.’
Nobody who survived anywhere that hell was weak per se... but, when relativity was involved, the succubi queen was a step above most, her strength having been forged by the infernal pits of hell.
Salo sauntered off and sat down, leaning against the wall, not caring to put her clothes back on. The outfit was a bit annoying to put on and take off alone, and it wasn’t very comfortable.
Unlike the starforged armor she once wore, which had supre power and comfort!
’Ah...’
’Who cares...’
She was a succubus.
While imagination had power, one of the main tools at her disposal that clothes helped with, it’s not like she minded being naked. She lacked the sense of sha other races seed to have at their bare forms.
Anyways...
Salo couldn’t help but get caught in the recesses of her mind.
She’d spent what felt like an eternity battling the Scourge and failing to defend her people. There were weeks at a ti where she fought day in and day out with no sleep or food. Yet, all it amounted to was a vain struggle as her efforts betrayed her, and her people fell one by one until she was the queen of no one but herself.
Still, she kept on fighting.
Alone...
Then, when she’d finally been about to accept defeat, to surrender her life to those vile lifeforms, a voice wandered into her head and gave her this tantalizing proposition.
An offer of revenge.
With her people decimated, kingdom long destroyed, most of the world desecrated... Salo had little desire to carry on. Yet when she learned she might have a chance at revenge — revenge for her world and her people — she readily took it.
While she was a proud queen, she was also a pragmatic one... She’d love to stand tall by her own rit, but she’d been fighting fruitlessly for decades and only ever losing ground.
She knew she would succumb sooner or later, no matter how long or hard she persisted. She’d also already lost everything she held dear.
So she willingly accepted that strange voice’s proposition, to let go of her power, be transmigrated from her fallen world, and live in servitude to this man...
This man, who apparently had the potential to push back the foe that killed Hope itself.
Salo looked over at the man lying on the rocky ground — her master, whose na she didn’t even know.
Compared to her power in the past... he was pitifully weak.
’Does this man really have such lofty potential?’
Yet, despite her doubts, Salo had no choice but to trust in this man and do whatever she could to nurture his talent.
If she didn’t, this strange world she found herself in would succumb to the sa fate as her ho.
Not that she particularly cared for this world...
But more so to stick it to those vile scum who thought the universe was their birthright.
Besides...
It wasn’t like she disliked lying with that man.
Actually, she thoroughly enjoyed it!
She was a succubus after all...
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