"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!!?"

Belial shouted at the only other person in the room in a rather large mansion that existed in the void of nothingness.

Both of them were currently in a [Spiritual Home], a special artifact that is a pocket dimension that people can live in. Unlike storage rings, which did not have any ecology inside of them. However, also unlike storage rings they were absurdly expensive. The reason was that one needed to be in the Soul Formation to craft one of these and at that point, everyone had their own [Personal Domain]. [Personal Domain] was a special ability that was the innate power version of [Spiritual Home] and the artifact was based on the ability. As such, there was never a need to mass produce them and it remained as a niche novelty item, a very rare one.

In here, Belial had absolute privacy to do whatever he wanted and the number of times it came of use to him justified its bank-breaking cost. Namely, he was shouting at one of the few devils under his employ. Demons and devils were denizens of the infernal realm and given their history, they were not looked too kindly upon. To him, however, they were a precious resource he used to carve out his own little slice of paradise.

"I am no longer under your employ. My leash now belongs to someone else." Said the other calmly, not at all bothered by the rotund man who were two stages stronger than her. She stood with her hand on her hips looking particularly smug.

Every single thing about her was inhumanely attractive. Watermelon-sized breasts that defied gravity were attached to her chest, her figure was an exaggerated hourglass, and her rear was giant and thighs thick. But her stomach was completely flat and her arms were slender. Her face was a perfect heart with every minute detail crafted to seduce to an absurd degree.

The demonic traits on her frame did very little to diminish this, if anything they only enhanced them. From her small bat-like wings that acted as makeshift bras to her black whip-like tail that looped around her waist with the heart-shaped tip covering the entrance of her hairless snatch to her flawlessly smooth purple skin and Horns that adorned her head like a tiara. She was the entire seductress package and why wouldn't she be, She was a succubus the most common and well-known devils known to man for obvious reasons.

"That is impossible! I am your summoner! Your contract states you must obey me!" Belial was practically frothing at the mouth with anger but no way to unleash it. That same contract prevented him from harming the devils under his power in any way. Otherwise, the contract would be void and his soul would be forfeit.

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The succubus waggled her gorgeous fingers that showed off her perfectly manicured fingers that stayed as such in perpetuity.

"Nuh-uh. The terms in its exact words are: As long as we feed from you we must obey you. As my feeder has shifted, my contract is fulfilled. Your contract to never harm us still remains, however."

Even though this whore was making him want to slaughter an orphanage, Belial's abomination of a cock stood in attention at just the way her puffy lips popped and moved with every syllable. Even as a floating scroll magically appeared in the air before burning away, a physical representation of the end of her bargain, a part of him still managed to get aroused by her actions.

This was also despite the fact that the little shit was not even trying and the fact that she was still a minor devil.

Devils and demons increased strength in a different fashion than humans. They gained power by consuming others' core essences and nothing else. Be it by murder or sex or food the only way it happened was at the cost of someone else. Belial was feeding them the core essence of the many disciples he managed to bring under his sway over the years, using a special technique to consume it himself and then passing it on to these nymphs. That was big reason why he looked so out of proportion, for someone else in this righteous sect to have such a method was outrageous.

He could destroy this devil with a slap. She only had one pair of horns, a pair of wings, and a tail which meant her power was equivalent to an essence condensation expert. Every 'infernal' part of a devil was indicative of their strength and in their 'true forms' they could not alter their physical appearance in any way. Mystical illusions still existed and succubi/incubi were the foremost pioneers in the practice. But here, in front of him where they could only show their true forms and use none of her seductive powers, she was pitifully weak.

In the blitz of it all, the leader forgot to realize that he had other devils under his employ, all of whom were not contractually obligated not to harm the devil. In fact, his strongest servant Marthal the Ulama Bird level had three pairs of wings which made the infernal bird man equal to him in strength and could have easily dispatched this uppity devil.

Instead all he could do was watch as Eishath, one of his three succubi, sashay away into the arms of another someone who now had access to his secrets. The man could not think of what to do and simply sat there dumbfounded.

There were many things he could have done, and conniving as he was he had multiple schemes ready for this very situation. After all, there was a saying, 'Devils and betrayal is a matter of when not if'. However, despite their enormous difference in power succubi were masters in psychic mental manipulation and slight suggestions often went a long way. Eishath had just made him focus and only focus on her, and that was usually enough to make most men forget, and the arrogant Belial was no different. The conversation was enough to make him fall under her sway and even if it would be brief, it was enough. She was now free of her contract and already had a much better food bank lined up, one that would even make the mouth of an arch-succubus water.