A Masters New Home

Alexander was struggling beneath the demons curvaceous body, for one thing he wanted to shove her off but he found his hand almost magically attracted to the large globes of her chest. Every touch seemed to bring another lewd mewl of lusty pleasure from the demons full lips as she continued to smother him with her cleavage. With a regretful sigh, the red skinned woman pushed off the floor and stood over the young man, affording him a clear view of her bare body. She was not overly tall, perhaps about five and a half feet tall. Her bare skin was a rich crimson, almost like blood, yet had small spots that Alexander would sware were freckles. His eyes glanced only briefly at her cloven feet before staring up between her legs, wincing as she gave a naughty giggle and he felt a warm fluid drip upon his cheek, the viscous liquid was warm almost hot against his cheek as he glared up. The demon covered her lips with a long nailed hand, a richer deep red crossing her angular cheeks, "Oops, sorry Master. Your servant is just so happy to have a Master that she's leaking a bit, you don't mind do you? hehehe..."

Alexander blinked, the angry mob blinked. Was this thing really trying to act cute in this situation? Alexander was wondering, and half praying this fluid was released do to the demons lust and not her bladder, while the mob continued to hold back at the sheer unnatural nature of this demons every movement. The demoness herself casually stretched before looking around, "Well Master, you haven't told me what to do with these ants attacking our love nest, shall I flay them alive, dismember them, or does Master have a dungeon he'd like the more attractive ones kept in...?"

Alexander gasped softly looking to the angry mob comprising mostly the servants of his home, anger flashing in his eyes as he knelt up and pointed at Ingrid, "The others you can deal with as you see fit but keep that one alive, she's mine."

The demoness frowned her eyes narrowing as she regarded Ingrid who had retreated into the hopeful safety of the crowd, yet the young woman still felt an icy chill run down her spine as she felt the demon womans black eyes following her. Fear clutched her heart as it did the other servants, killing off a wee lad before he could do much of anything was easy, but standing before this embodiment of evil had the braver ones shaken, those weaker of wills gave soft cries and the air around them, soured. These weaker willed ones had directly soiled themselves as a group before the gaze of the demonic woman.

Giggling the demoness bounced a bit and clapped her slender hands, "Mmmm yes Master! Your servant has been fasting so long these young mortals will be exceptional food." With those words she seemed to blur out of existence, yet she had not gone far. A startled cry erupted from Ingrids lips as she was directly pulled from the crowd, a bloody rope seemed to have been wrapped around her wrists as her Masters play thing was hoisted into the air by her throat, a seemingly frail red hand gripped her neck, in a bloody grip. The mob wondered where the naked demon had found her rope when one of the near by servants screamed and slumped to the floor, the front of his breeches swiftly dyed in a rich crimson. Pain glazed the man's eyes as he clutched at his lower belly, throwing up a mouthful of dark blood, the bloody hole in his gut bore testimony to the demoness attack... but worse they found the source of the rope. Under the visible gaze of the horrified people another length of the man's intestines slithered out of the hole as the succubus casually tossed Ingrid to one side, now bound hand and foot with another man's guts.

Lifting her bloodied hand she licked the gore from her fingers, Ingrid screamed and fainted, falling limply against the floor where she had been tossed. The demoness only waited a moment before blurring again, yet this time she seemed to move slowly. The initial burst brought her to the front of the mob where her movements came in slow motion, and a thresher through a field of wheat would have had less impact. Alexander felt bile rising in his throat as the demoness began butchering the group. Limbs and blood flow in every direction as she took her time dismembering the group. The demoness laughed all the while as she tore through flesh and bone, yet never killing any of the stout men outright. The group, however, were routed. Several had tried to flee only to be yoinked head over heels by her flailing tail, more than one losing a lower leg as the tail snapped like a whip sending the fleeing men back into the pile of screaming torsos.

Brutality.

Alexander could no longer refrain from emptying his stomach's contents onto the floor. As he wiped his mouth, coughing to try and get every ounce of sickness from his lips, he watched as she jumped into the pile like a true succubus. Her hands and body forcing the mutilated and dying men into a state of arousal that denied that the pile was lying in a growing pond of their life essence. Like a pig in mud, the demoness slithered over the men feasting on their arousal, literally fucking the poor tortured souls to their deaths. Striding from the gore some time later the demoness flashed a smile at Alexander and licked the mixture of fluids from her lips, having properly fed, she now had an allure she did not possess in her awakening, even Alexander felt his soldier standing to salute despite his mind shrieking in terror that she was going to suck the life out of him next.

Kneeling in front of him, the demoness gave a throaty purr, "Thank you my Master, your servant needed a good meal after her release."

Coughing, his heart thumping madly in his chest he had to admit he rather enjoyed the sight of the seductive creature kneeling before him, even if she did scare the living piss out of him, the sense that this monstrous creature was calling him master fed into his ego. Chewing back further bile as his eye happened to catch a piece of bloody gore slithering down between her breasts he finally found his voice, "Name yourself demon, are you who Death tasked me to find?"

The demoness gave an almost childish squeal of delight, her curves jiggling temptingly in front of the young man as she nodded, her once loose ink black hair was matted to her back but still threw blood in all directions as she seemed to go into a frenzy at the mention of his backer, "Oh yes Master! Sadly I cannot fulfill your request of my name as I don't have one until Master grants his servant such a boon. But yes, I am to be Masters chosen assistant in the Path of Death. I welcome my Master to his kingdom." Her voice seemed to shift from being innocent and child like one moment to sultry and tantalizing the next, it made Alexander frown as he found trying to focus on important matters difficult with her tempting him with every breath.

"My kingdom? A hole in the ground?" Alexander questioned as he pushed back upright, trying to find some symbolance of control again. His eyes swept the room which now housed the exit, humans his demoness, Ingrid, and a large pile of meat. The last of which he couldn't even dignify with the title of bodies or corpses, what was left of his house servants wouldnt make a complete corpse despite there being a good dozen people formerly.

"Yes my Master. This one admits it doesn't look much like a kingdom now but all dungeons start this way, sure enough with the typical starter allowance and fed by this group of humans we can have a proper little death pit in no time. For now Master, may this one explain the rules of your new kingdom, or would you prefer to deal with your concubine first?"

"My concubine? You are not talking of yourself are you?"

The demoness erupted in a rich laughter, "Of course not I my Master, I refer to this one..." She reached to the side and yanked on the shrivelled intestine, a screech of pain and fear was yelled as Ingrid was dragged unceremoniously across the floor. Tears and snot covered the once fair face as the young woman shivered on the floor, the fear from the demon caused a sour odor to singe the air as the bloodied uniforms skirt darkened further, Alexander could tell his former maid had wet herself and from the smell it wasn't the first time. Her act of fainting must have been a ruse to hopefully make her escape.

Alexander shook his head, Ingrid trembled looking up into the young man's eyes. Her own beseeching his mercy, to save her from this monster. He reached down and stroked her fair cheek, a sympathetic gaze falling upon her as his other hand stroke the top of her head. Her voice faltered whispering softly under her breath, "Please young Master.... mercy...."

Alexander smiled softly cradling her face, bringing his own down to hers as if to kiss her tender lips. She smiled trembling softly under the touch, her eyes hopefully looking to his but freezing suddenly. His own eyes were cold as he stared down at her, his lips moving slowly letting her hear him clearly.

"Mercy, where was my mother's mercy whore?"

His fingers gripped her face like a vice and snarled, twisting with a strength that he could swear he had not had before the snap of the womans neck was quick and sharp, her dead eyes filled with tears stared unbelieving at the young man she thought would spare her. With a frown he tossed the corpse down as he rose back up and exhaled slowly. Reincarnated he might be but his mother was still his mother, if nothing else he wished to send Ingrid to serve her in the afterlife.

The demoness just purred, "Not your concubine then. Very well, enemies dead, hostage killed, shall I begin your guidance Master?"

Alexander sighed and nodded, "First the important bits, there might be more and stronger hunters soon."

The demoness nodded, "Very well my Master. First off, please approach your dungeon core. Place your hand on it and envision seeing it's current status." She rose and swept her arm towards the crimson pillar he had pulled her from. Following her instructions he focused on the state of what was now his...

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Dungeon One

Owner: Alexander Cowens, Deaths Chosen

Guide: Unnamed, please name your assistant to unlock all her functions.

Levels: One

Terrain: Cavern

Population: 3

Special Features: None

Available Dungeon Merits: 35,000

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Alexander blinked as an almost illusionary screen flickered in front of his face, his lips frowned as he read the basic information that told him pretty much exactly what he knew already, he was starting with Death's latrine.

Exhaling slowly he glared at the demoness, "Three questions. First, does Death suck at naming dungeons? Two, if I name you what is the gain? Last, how do I improve this shit hole?"

Smiling the demoness shrugged slowly, "As for your first two questions, I cant say. Death doesn't speak to my kind so explaining his purposes is moot. We are called to serve, and when named the enhancement is pretty random. I can say the enhancement will either boost my strength or your kingdom Master. As for direct improvements, Master need only focus on the core and will the build function. As you likely saw in the status you have merits, they are the currency of the builder."

Alexander turned back to the pillar and willed up the build function. In short order the image of his unimpressive dungeon appeared before his eyes. To the side was a flashy Builders Corner logo with a sub divided list. The first option was Creatures, inside he saw pretty standard monsters and even some demi humans. After that was Structures, this section controlled the layout and rooms. Third was Specials, oddly enough these included structures that served as businesses or friendly zones, this Alexander found puzzling but for now he continued to browse the list. Last on the list was a grayed out feature, Redemption.

Glancing behind again he pointed at the last option, "What is this unavailable option?"

The demoness scowled and shrugged, "All Death Path walkers are on trial for something, they can sacrifice natural dungeon enhancements to redeem themselves. According to my memory no Master has ever willingly weakened his kingdom for it."

Alexander nodded in understanding, the trial was naturally enough redeeming his soul to appease Anubis, and he could understand why most probably didn't bother. In this world underneath seemed to be an option, sign a pact with a demon, sacrifice your soul and life immortal until killed. Shaking his head he turned back to the builder and thought about the choices. Glancing to the demoness he thought a moment before addressing her, "Since you are my guide let me hear your thoughts on how I should proceed."

"If Master wills it, name your servant then enhance the dungeon, while it's just in this initial form I have limited ability to protect you and it, should others of greater power and number arrive it is possible for the unforeseen to happen. Think of your servant as the guardian of your power, it is better for your minions to whittle down invaders leaving only the strongest to face me. The dungeon grants me great power in here, but I cannot leave this chamber. If spell casters or archers stand at the entry door and fire inwards there is little I can do." The demoness remarked sweeping her hand before the open gateway that lacked even a proper door. "In terms of importance I would suggest layout, minions then support, Master needs to remember that while you are not bound to this chamber foes need only slay you while you are out supporting your nature, so better the dungeon suit Masters needs as soon as possible."

Alexander nodded and considered the builder menu, alot of the layout options were massively expensive at 10k merits or more, while beginner minions started at around 100 merits. Noting the increasing costs he glanced back to the demoness, "I can only see Tier One and Tier Two minions, is there a tier for demons like yourself?"

The demoness pouted, "Is Master already thinking of replacing his servant? Please Master, I promise I'll be good!"

Alexander shook his head looking her over slowly as he thought about something before answering, "No my dear Jansea, I have no plan to replace you but I need to know at what point I will see your ilk."

The demoness blinked, her face relaxing a moment before realizing what he had said specifically... "Master has named his servant Jansea?! Oh thank you Master!" Her voiced raised from the sultry flirtatious drawl she usually spoke with to an almost orgasmic scream. Even her naked body convulsed as she hugged herself with force and knelt before him, large batlike wings spread behind her, her moans reaching a crescendo as her body began to warp.

Dark, inky black tendrils crawled across her naked crimson flesh, wrapping her once exposed body in a suit of what Alexander could call a fetishists wet dream. Her curvaceous body was hugged tightly by a skin tight leather suit whose darkness seemed to writhe against her body. The only exposed flesh was her head and the tops of her bosom. Even her hooves were covered in a pair of knee length stiletto boots. Even Jansea herself marvelled at her new look caressing her gloved hands across her body in admiration of her boosts.

"Well Jansea, how are your enhancements?" Alexander called as he watched the demoness start to explore herself with a greater intent, shaking his head he wondered if his tryst with Ingrid had somehow preordained that his demonic guidance councilor would be a lust demon. Sighing he waited for her to regain her senses which didn't take long.

"Master! Your servant has been blessed with higher defenses and an infernal weapon to compliment my natural abilities, if it was not beyond risk I would beg Master to allow some humans in to allow me to test it all but this one can wait." Jansea flashed a pleased smile his way as she swiftly crossed the space between them and knelt by his feet, the leather creaking in protest as her body moved in such a way it had not yet been broken in enough to accomplish.

"An increase in your offense as well? If you gained a new weapon where is hidden?"

Jansea giggled and reached to her side, fingers brushed along her hip as a handle seemed to appear in her hand. The handle looked to be some sort of dark metal wrapped in blood red wire, the pommel was a rather lavish ruby like gemstone clutched in a metallic skeletal fist. As the demon squeezed the handle a snake of fiery lava slipped from the unadorned in, slithering across the floor with an apparent mind of it's own, the sentient snake whip had wrapped around the corpse of Ingrid and was slowly wrapping around the womans corpse much like a boa constrictor. As Alexander watched the flesh of her body began to liquify under the heat, sputters of flame igniting her clothes. Soon the snakes jaws opened impossibly wide and began to swallow the burning, melting, remains. The 'body' swelling slightly as the body of the woman disappeared fully into those fiery jaws.

Alexander frowned slightly then glanced to Jansea with a raised eyebrow, his gaze asking what his voice did not. The demoness herself rubbed her belly and gave a soft and sensual burp looking sheepishly at her Master, "Aptly named my Master, the whip, Ignus, is a fire serpent grafted to the handle of a whip, it can act independent of my emotions and the bodies it feasts on go to enhancing my body, sadly in the case of this body, it was a mundane path so my gains were slight. Ignus would need thousands of such to improve my natural abilities even a notch. Now were it to feed on a path holder of the light or water element my gains would need significantly less amounts."

Alexander nodded and nodded to the gore pile, "While the gains are miniscule feed it the rest of that, it's starting to stink." His stomache gurgled as Jansea set to her task, he didn't feel like he would lose its contents as easy watching the fiery serpent devouring the remains but it was still a reminder that for the whirlwind of events, despite his Path of Death, he, Alex, was still human. It was getting easier to handle the darkness served up as a banquet before his eyes but it wasn't there yet. He didn't consider himself a saint by any stretch but this casual brutality was not something he was at ease with either.

Turning to the core, Alexander once again delved into the dungeons shop as he began adjusting the dungeon to better protect his reclaimed life....