Succubus Queen's Sinful Bargain with the Incubus King

In the obsidian halls of the Nether Citadel, the ancient Succubus Queen Lilith paced before her towering throne. The air itself trembled with her impatience. For centuries she had ruled the succubi with velvet cruelty and insatiable hunger, feeding on the lust of mortals until their souls crumbled to ash. But now a rogue archangel—Zariel, once a servant of the heavens—had declared war on both infernal courts, seeking to purge every creature of desire from the mortal plane.

She needed an ally. She needed the one being she despised and craved in equal measure.

With a flick of her clawed fingers, Lilith tore open a rift in the fabric of the citadel. Sulfurous wind howled through as Asmodeus, Incubus King, stepped through. He was magnificent and terrible: seven feet of corded muscle wrapped in obsidian-black skin that shimmered like oil, massive leathery wings folded against his back, and curling ram horns that gleamed like polished onyx. His golden eyes burned with mocking amusement as they locked onto her.

“Lilith,” he purred, voice like velvet dragged over broken glass. “You summon me after three hundred years of spitting venom at my name. This must be dire.”