The sky was a light red, spires dedicated to evils dotted across the black ash covered ground. Trees with human bodies screaming just under the crimson bark grouped together in moving forests, their purple leaves forming a sea of lavender. A single keep separated what amounted to a demon’s homeland from the blue sky representing the peace of angels and light.

This keep stood defiant of constant rains from light arrows. Darkness poured from the keep fueled by sacrifices of angels stolen from the other side’s raids. More arrows fell upon the keep and more angels were thrown into the keep’s great furnace to fuel its corrupting energies.

Within the keep, a red skinned demon lined up several younger demons some tall and lanky others developing voluptuous features. “Adventurer my children are ready to be partnered to a champion of the dark. Please choose one and help us, you’re our only hope.” Markus looked over the Succubus’s children. He had chosen the dark storyline of the war dungeon.

In this world demons and angels fought in constant war. Adventurers could join in at any point until a side wins then it all reset. This was a tactic by the dungeon to have adventurers kill one another. The other side had whittled the dark forces down until only a single keep stood between the light and victory. Markus liked the dark, he enjoyed the skills the abilities it provided. Besides, if the light won then half the angels would fall, and a civil war would soon begin. This world was little more than a constant cycle no different than the night and day fairies.

“These are squire succubi aren’t they?” Markus asked. The red skinned succubus preened at his question.

“Yes, adventurer a rare type bred from a pure blood succubi and a demon knight. Rare on the surface though down here they are not uncommon.” Markus had a test in mind, to see which one he would select.

“Whoever can deepthroat my sword will join me on my quest.” Markus said and pulled his sword from his back.

“Children line up and show this nice adventurer your skills.” Markus walked up to the first one. A purple skinned boy with bat wings and small black metal boots on his feet, opened his mouth. Markus plunged his sword down the boy’s throat until it stopped a quarter of the way. He pulled it out and went to the next one. “Too bad my little boy maybe the next one will have a smaller sword for you to swallow.” Markus stopped at a green girl with dragon scales. She opened her mouth wide and he plunged his sword down her throat. This time he managed to get half way before it would travel no further.

Markus moved on to the next one. He had no more capacity as a sword sheath than the last. He passed by every single squire succubi none could swallow his sword completely. “Do you have no others? I’ve read up on squire succubi they have stomachs like wet stones and develop abilities to improve weapons. Should I start with no squire?” Markus asked.

“That is against the rules and I have a final daughter, but she is dangerous adventurer. She can surely fit your sword, but she has devoured every adventurer before you.” A small girl walked out from the shadows wearing a black dress. Horns curled on the side of her head and her stomach was nearly to her spine. She looked ravenous. “This is my daughter Lilium.” She had a look of mischievousness in her eyes.

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Her throat was purple ringed, and her tongue was black. Her skin was a smooth shade of white showing off her purple lips. Small lavender colored wings fluttered at her back and her small purple tail swished showing off the pointed end. He pushed his sword forward filling her mouth, as she took every inch of the blade. Her stomach began to poke out as he felt his fingers brush her tongue. She looked at him with wide purple eyes. He pushed his handle in until his hand was halfway down her throat. He let go and took his hand out, as she curled her tongue over the pommel of his sword.

“Lilium right?” She nodded gulping as his sword settled inside her. A smile graced his face as he looked at a smiling Lilith. The red skinned succubus looked ecstatic.

“You handled my daughter well with no fear or disgust. Take care of her adventurer. Your first target is a Valkyrie, she is the lieutenant to the general of the angel army an arch angel. If you can slay her it will buy time for our forces to gather.

He left the keep with Lilium. Markus took up the story missions for the war dungeon because of the point rewards for completing the objectives. He could expect 100k points from this fight. After this mission the squire succubus was his. That was how it worked. He could expect to gain 1million points before the day was done with all the common mobs he would have to fight.

“You’re a strange adventurer. Most freak out with their hand inside my mouth. Aren’t you scared I will swallow you down?” Markus shook his head, as he let his psychic power flex about as he searched for the strongest presence of light.

Holy armors appeared and Lilium opened her mouth to him. Markus smiled and raised her chin to shut it. “This isn’t a battle I’ll need my sword for.” Markus waited for the armors to make the first move and smashed his fist into one. The armor crumpled, and the light spirit fled it. He dodged the axe swing from the other one and delivered another debilitating blow. Both light spirits fled only for Lilium to open her mouth and swallow them down. Markus raised an eyebrow.

“It’s a part of the story. Any weapon you put in me absorbs the light energy I take in and my dark power increases to compensate. All part of the balancing act my adventurer.” Markus reached a hand down her throat and grabbed the pommel of his sword pulling it out he inspected it. There was a bit of light energy to it. He swung it once feeling the light energy in the weapon extend the weapon’s cutting power. He nodded and sheathed it.

“You have an interesting anatomy.” Markus said. He admired her elasticity. Her stomach bulged a bit from ingesting his blade. Her curled horns and purple hair were exotic, he shook his head banishing sexual thoughts away.

“Thank you, sir knight. I admire the weight of your conscience. Is honor worth the deaths?” Lilium asked.

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“Absolutely, honor for myself and my family is worth any number of deaths. For honor, I will rip the angels from the sky and drown this world of blue red.” Markus said.

“That’s an admirable trait but what if to maintain honor you had to kill your family or wipe out humanity? Could you make that choice?” She asked and gave him an evil grin. He rubbed her horns.

“You’re cute when you think you’re taken seriously. Honor ends when my family is in danger. Honor ends when the species is in danger. Or if honor doesn’t protect them then the morale code is flawed and must be changed.” Markus said. She laughed.

“You won’t keep yourself pure around here, if you are so willing to change your morale code. But your consciousness is still heavy why. Your code should relieve it. That’s how most knights function.” Lilium said. Markus froze a line of holy armored archers. With a swing of his hand a telekinetic impact shattered them. Lilium opened her mouth sucking in the light spirits. He saw her horn grow a shade darker. “Delicious, I’m glad to be partnered to such a powerful knight.”

“What makes you think I’m a knight?” She looked him up and down and took a thinking pose.

“You look the part. A sword that large must belong to a powerful knight. I thought you were at least an elite knight, too young to be a chapter master.” Lilium said.

They began to sneak behind rows of tents the Valkyrie’s tent lay ahead. Markus felt waves of light energy erupt from the tent. This would be more than the easy scrimmages he had with the armors.

Placing a hand in her mouth he pulled his blade free. It glowed fiercely with light energy. Though nothing compared to what it would have after this fight. “Stay here.” Markus said and Lilium nodded in agreement.

Markus sauntered over to the tent and threw the flap open. A naked woman with breasts the size of his head and a figure to match it rose from a bath. White feathered wings adorned her back, her armor was off to the side. She was defenseless her eyes wide in fear. Markus covered his eyes and fought to keep himself from blushing.

“I didn’t think the light would be so sneaky. Forcing me to fight with my eyes covered. A clever tactic to be sure. How dishonorable would you do anything to win?” Markus asked.

“No adventurer even if you fight for the dark this is not a tactic of mine. I was merely bathing my forces were to hold you off long enough for me to wash myself properly. A battle with such a powerful adventurer shouldn’t be fought smelling of 12 days marching. A boon please step outside and allow me to dress. You show honor by turning your eyes away, I shall show you honor by fighting you at my full might.” Markus nodded and stepped out of the tent.

“Did you catch an eyeful? Were the Valkyrie’s tits as immaculate as the rumors say.” Markus placed his blade on his back and waited for the Valkyrie to get dressed. He heard humming and the singing of a song in a language he was unfamiliar with.

After half an hour they were still waiting, and she was still singing. “We should ask if she’s ready yet.” Lilium said. Markus sighed took off his hat and placed it on Lilium’s head. She tipped the brim up and looked at him.

“That would be rude. We will wait until she’s ready.” Markus said.

“You’re still fantasying about her tits aren’t you.” Lilium said. Markus shook his head. “They were nice but I’m not going to try and ogle them. That would be rude.”

“Are you certain you’re not a knight? Etiquette is something they are supposed to practice. When they aren’t raping and pillaging dungeons. You must not be a knight after all.” Liliums said.

“I have no intention of raping anyone. Though pillaging is another matter.” Markus said.

“This is a war dungeon raping and pillaging are considered more of a sport. Heck there are even points assigned for it in certain events.” The tent flap burst open. Her tits were held in thick breast plate that covered her neck down to her femoral artery. Her grieves had only small gaps around the knees to allow the freedom of movement. Her wings were unarmored covered in various amulets that protected them from ranged weapons. A large tower shield was held in her left hand and a long spear in her right. Her helmet was a silver work of art enhancing the exotic curve of her brow and adorned with metallic wings on the sides. Her face was powdered, and red lipstick covered her lips. Her eyelashes were curled and even her eyebrows were manicured.

“Sir knight, our duel will now commence let the one with the greatest skill win. Have at thee.” She cried and lunged at him. He let the flat of his blade catch the side of the spear and ran forward. When they were close a spike shot from her shield and he broke off the evade getting impaled.

Her armor gave off the feeling of dark. It was most likely immune to direct psychic attacks. Clever on her part. She flapped her wings and charged him. He took a step back and grinned catching her shield charge with the flat of his blade slipped a hand between her thighs and fell back. She spread her legs and twisted before he could piledrive her into the ground. Markus leapt summersaulting and landing back to his feet in time to catch a slice from the spear to the side of his ribs.

“You’re a tricky opponent adventurer. Not many would grabble this close to my spear. But it will cost you my spear of of the dark element. It will poison your body.” Markus flared a bit of light to the wound and negated the darkness on instinct. Life support had already closed the wound. It was fully healed before she finished her sentence.

He charged and thrust his sword ripping through the shield and knocking her across the ground like a child would skip a pebble. She got up covered in dirt and bruised. Blood seeped out of her armor and rained steadily on the ground.

“Sorry about that. I wanted to beat you with skill alone. I’m still getting used to the power behind my attacks.” The Valkyrie smiled.

“Perhaps, I would have rather been pillaged by you rather than fight you in open combat. A man with your might must be something.” She chuckled girlishly. “I guess it’s my time to be eaten. I’ll be respawned as a newborn Valkyrie and must work my way back up. Let’s unleash our full power I want to go out with a bang.” Markus held his blade and channeled all the light he could muster into it. The sword lit up extending the blade even further. She tossed her shield aside and held her spear forward. It lit up with darkness and they charged.

Markus swung his blade in an arc. The spear hit him in the shoulder while his sword cut into the side of her armor. It gave to the sword and her mouth opened in a scream as his sword continued cutting through her ribs, slicing through her spine, and rupturing every organ on its way through. Tit flesh sizzled, and fat boiled out of the wound as her body fell.

His shoulder was ripped through. She was held there by her hand still clasping her spear and the flat of his blade. “I’m Fay find me again.” He read from her thoughts as she died. He watched a massive ball of light rise and most of it was absorbed by Lilium but a spark of it escaped her hunger.

“Sheath your sword in me now Markus, I need to add the light to the weapon.” Markus complied and slid the blade down her throat. He felt massive amounts of light energy move. He saved the story and they left for the real world.

“Your consciousness grows ever heavier. Do you regret killing her?” Markus nodded. Lilium cupped her larger breasts. “Is it because she had these. They are nice but no reason to hold back. Markus you should be more callus. Dungeons are meant to kill adventurers to collect their lives, skills, and points. Feeling guilty for any dungeon born is a mistake.

They made their way to his apartment. The second they walked in the room Trixie froze.

“Markus who is this demon bitch and why is she bound to you?” Trixie asked. Markus rubbed his face, this was going to be a long night.