Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!

Creed swaggered into his bedroom like a young king returning to his private palace after winning a deadly war.

On either side of him clung Lilith and Tierra, his loyal, dangerous, absurdly gorgeous summons who, in this moment, had fully transformed into something far scarier than warriors.

They were now sultry, affectionate women in a state of intense hunger and desire.

They were latched onto his arms like clingy koalas with too much soft curves and dangerously long legs.

Every step he took toward the bed came with a giggle, a sigh, or a whisper in his ear that made his toes curl and his brain short-circuit.

Lilith was nibbling at his neck with her sharp little teeth, whispering something about "reclaiming what was hers," while Tierra was tracing slow, hot lines over his chest like she was sketching battle plans straight onto his skin.

Creed was half-smiling, half-sighing, and 100% excited. It had been way too long since their last feeding session, and frankly, he missed this chaotic sweetness more than he wanted to admit.

He needed to return to the sweet embrace of the most comfortable place in the world!

His mind, though, briefly wandered. He remembered how, just a few months ago, feeding was highly vital for Lilith Tierra to grow stronger or even survive.

Their energy would surge every time they connected with him like this, using the bond to push past limits.

The only way they could even increase their strength was through their feeding sessions. And while that was still mostly the case, it wasn’t completely so.

Now things were different. They’d both reached the level of evolution that let them sleep within his tattoo yet still grow stronger, evolving even while unconscious.

It was crazy how much they’d changed. Tierra, who used to be easily overpowered when facing a Stage 4 cultivator, could now slice one apart with a single strike.

Lilith? Well, she’d gone from snarky bolt to a woman who could make a room full of demons flinch with just a stare.

They didn’t need feeding as often anymore. And yet, here they were, still clinging to him like he was their favorite toy and last dessert on Earth rolled into one.

Well, Creed liked it!

But he knew better than to think too deeply during moments like these.

He cleared his head, chuckling softly, and with a casual flick of his arms, gave both of them a playful but firm slap on their soft, bouncy backsides.

Slap! Slap!

The result was immediate. Lilith gave a low growl of pleasure and arched against him, whispering something dangerously close to "Harder next time."

Tierra yelped like a startled kitten, blushed, then licked her lips as she tugged on his belt.

Creed shivered. His hands were gently caressing the soft and plump flesh in their butts, kneading it according to his will and experiencing their amazing jiggle.

The electricity in the room was climbing. It was like standing in the middle of a lightning storm with two bolts of pure, sultry energy.

"Oh, you two..." Creed muttered with a smirk, and with a surge of strength, easily lifted both of them—one on each shoulder like he was carrying sacks of pleasure—and tossed them onto the massive bed.

They landed with a bounce, laughing and kicking playfully before stretching out seductively like they’d rehearsed this exact scene a thousand times.

Lilith tilted her head with a dark grin. Tierra ran her hand down her thigh slowly, her eyes half-lidded with mischief.

Creed stood at the edge of the bed, grinning like a rogue prince. "You know," he said, starting to unbutton his shirt slowly, "I’ve fought monsters, walked through storms, and dueled geniuses... but no matter what, this is always the most exciting part of my day." His voice was teasing, cocky, but warm.

He climbed onto the bed, slowly, like a predator moving toward prey he didn’t want to scare away.

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And then it hit.

His entire body froze as a sudden, unimaginable chill sliced through the air like death’s whisper.

Every hair on his skin stood upright. Instinct screamed. The kind of scream that didn’t give explanations, just commands. MOVE. NOW!

Creed didn’t think. He didn’t calculate. He didn’t question. He flung his body left—just an inch, maybe two—and in that tiny sliver of motion, a silver blade cut clean through the air where his heart had just been.

Time slowed.

Pain erupted.

His entire left arm was gone!

Blood sprayed like a burst pipe, painting the sheets red. Lilith roared and rolled sideways, her eyes glowing with fury.

Tierra vanished in a blink, already activating her daggers. Creed hit the floor with a dull thud, pain roaring up his shoulder like fire.

His mind reeled, breath shaking, but he was alive. Barely. And only because he had listened to that one ancient instinct that had screamed at him louder than anything in his life ever had.

Yet he couldn’t be relieved just yet. Whoever had made that strike was still on the loose and was most definitely preparing to unleash another terrifying attack!

An attack that was almost impossible to block like the first attack would no doubt push Creed to death’s door if it landed!

It was just too bizarre. The moment it began, it had already ended. At least, that’s what it felt like.

He couldn’t afford to suffer another strike!

Creed’s instincts howled before his mind could even grasp what triggered them. The air went still. Not calm. Not peaceful.

But still, like the quiet before a thunderstorm, or the pause between heartbeats when your body expects pain.

That terrifying moment where everything breathes in... and forgets to breathe out.

Then he came.

A whisper in the wind. A blur with no sound. A faceless man in black robes stepped from nothingness, not walking, not teleporting, just... appearing, like a nightmare slipping out of someone else’s dream and right into their living room.

His skin was smooth and pale, his head bald, and his face was a blank void. No eyes. No mouth. No nose. Just a haunting emptiness like the universe had forgotten to finish sculpting him.

In his hand was a weapon so simple, it was horrifying. A short scythe no larger than a curved dagger, but the gleaming edge shimmered with something Creed’s mind refused to describe.

It wasn’t just sharp. It was wrong. Like it cut more than flesh. Like it wanted to erase you from reality itself.

The faceless man took a step.

Creed didn’t waste time on words. His Domain exploded into existence with a burst of pressure.

Paths surged through him like lightning through a storm. Killing. Freedom. Mountain!

Each flared to life. His spear appeared in his grip, spinning into position as his entire presence became focused.

Despite having only one arm left, he was ready to give the coming battle his absolute best in order to survive.

Either he killed this assassin or he died here today!

Of course, if there was a chance to escape, Creed would not let it go at all! He would flee!

Buzz!

Lilith reacted just as fast, her hands weaving streaks of purple light as dozens of lightning sigils formed around her irises in perfect, overlapping arcs.

Her eyes crackled with violent energy as her hair whipped in the surge.

Tierra vanished into a portal and reappeared beside Creed, her space sigils folding across her body like wings of glass.

Her eyes glowed faintly and her breathing was steady. But she wasn’t calm. Not one bit. She was furious!

The faceless man vanished.

A blur!

Creed attempted a parry despite using a single hand, but he was too slow. The faceless man had already ducked, curved his scythe up, and sliced across Creed’s ribs.

Splat!

Pain flashed red, and Creed was thrown back. Tierra snapped her fingers and teleported him again before a follow-up blow could land.

Bang!

Lilith struck like thunder. Spears of lightning lanced toward the attacker. The faceless man twisted midair, every bolt passing just an inch away, as if time itself bent around him.

He landed behind her. Creed screamed. Lilith barely managed to spin away at the last second.

By the time she did, the scythe was almost upon her, missing her by an inch. Still, a shallow line bled across her back.

Crack! Shatter!

Tierra tried to trap him in a folded dimension, twisting the space around him into a cube. It collapsed inward like a perfect seal.

Or so she thought.

The moment it closed, the silence hit. Not just quiet. Dead silence. As if reality had its volume turned to zero.

The box cracked, and he walked out calmly.

He had taken absolutely zero damage!

Creed dashed with Wings of Freedom, gliding above with light feet.

"Take my thrust!" he shouted and two red streaks tore through space like serpents. They bent unnaturally midflight to home in.

The power in each strike was insane. It was like two mighty streaks of divine punishment!

Yet...

The man twirled his scythe once, and both streaks disappeared. Not blocked. Not dodged. Just... gone. Like sound swallowed in a void.

Still, Creed and the girls didn’t give up. They threw everything at him.

Sigil enhanced techniques. Intent. Arts. Even combo attacks. Lilith tried fusing her lightning sigils into Creed’s next spear throw while Tierra opened short-range portals to trick him into countering in the wrong direction.

He didn’t fall for any of it. Not once. Each time, his responses were minimal, efficient, terrifyingly precise.

He would tilt his body just enough to dodge. Tap the ground to shift his position without making noise. Disappear and reappear, each move like the blink of an ancient predator.

His path and arts allowed each and every single one of his moves to remain deathly silent.

Creed poured Killing Path intent into his spear until it screamed like a banshee. He spun it overhead, creating a storm of red lines, and then struck with Line of Death!

He used his final move without hesitation and the space literally shattered!

He felt the line hit. He knew it landed. It should’ve ended it.

But the faceless man was still standing.

Creed blinked. The line hadn’t missed. It had simply been muted. Like a scream in a dream, it had lost all weight.

The man raised one hand, and with a gentle motion, erased all noise from Creed’s world again. A terrifying calm set in.

Lilith, furious, screamed and threw every lightning she had left. Her body glowed, veins surging with purple lightning.

She tried to cast a wide-range seal to slow the assassin’s movements, but just as she activated the final mark—

Thud.

She dropped, unconscious, crumpling like a puppet with cut strings. There was no signs of life on her body!

Creed screamed, "LILITH!"

"Creed, dodge!" Tierra shouted, snapping him out of it.

The assassin walked slowly toward them now. Not running. Not dashing. Just walking, calm and confident, like a janitor on night duty cleaning up a mess.

And yet he crossed the distance in an instant!

Tierra went wild. Her portals opened everywhere, flashing across the room.

She kept Creed behind her, warping him back each time he tried to leap forward. "You’re the target," she said, panting. "You don’t get to die before me."

The assassin vanished.

Reappeared behind Tierra!

Creed lunged.

The assassin struck!

Bang!

Tierra shimmered and then collapsed. She’d used a space wall to protect him. The real her reappeared beside Lilith, already dead.

The faceless man turned to Creed. Silent. Still.

Creed was panting. Bloody. His mind raced. All his Arts were spent.

His freedom wings were exhausted. His mountain shield had shattered. Only a flicker of the Killing Path burned within him now.

Then the man moved.

One last step.

The scythe glowed. It came down in a clean arc aimed straight at Creed’s throat!