The Ghosted Demon Lord [ Skip If You Wish ]
If there was any more humiliation that one can experience—it was to be ignored like one's presence wasn't even worth the smudge of attention. It was an insult. And a certain Human would pay for such mockery. As a Succubus, Jilanya has had her fair share of encounters with men but not one of them had ever slighted her like this.
Then again she had always been disrespected by many.
No one in the Abyss had thought that a Succubus like her could rise through the ranks, and yet she did. She didn't just sap energy from men—she drained their willpower and feasted on them. But she had always wanted more, an embodiment of lust would always yearn for more visceral experiences that it almost felt like greed.
Desire was such a powerful thing.
And then her opportunity finally came.
A select number of her kind had been given the call and she was among those who received the message from the Infernal Mirror:
'Greetings Demon Lord, Jilanya of the Demon Race