Inside a titanic cold room, twelve demonesses had gathered under the direct order of the Demon Goddess of Destruction. This was no simple matter; two of them were even in the middle of killing each other when the order arrived.
There was no table, no chairs, and no lights in the desolate room, just pure darkness and roiling demonic magic. Those twelve stood far apart, each of them taking her spot and resting, awaiting the arrival of their goddess.
"Now, what did you do to have our goddess save your sorry ass?" This Demon Lord was the size of an average human, but instead of looking like one, she had four arms, red skin, four eyes, a muscular body, and a pair of titanic wings.
She was called the Demon Lord of Wrath, a violent asura demon who only cared about her own power, expanding her domain, and killing all those who got in her way. And now, she glared at the succubus far ahead of her with a smug smile.
"Won't you answer me? Or are those slaves really that skilled?"
