Five days passed since Andromalius had seen Luna last. She locked herself in her room and refused to go anywhere, staying there during all those days. And each time the hell stallion had to pass her room by, he could smell a very intoxicating smell and hear lustful moans. Every single time he shivered and quickened his pace, yet trying to step as silently as possible so that he wouldn't attract unwanted attention. Having sex with Luna in any way or form wasn't in either his desires or plans.

Today, however, was a special day. Inanna has something important to tell Andromalius. For it to happen, he needed to go to sleep. Dreading the possibilities but understanding the need, he lay on his bed, his eyes closed, and waited to fall asleep.

"Hello again, Andromalius," Inanna spoke when he opened his eyes. The same lifeless land of hell lay around him. "Today, I will speak to you about each sub-race a bit more in-depth. It may perhaps help you in the future. They are a little different in abilities from what is in that game of yours. And I will tell you our history."

Andromalius nodded and gestured for her to continue as he sat down. Knowing what awaited him in the future, he had to listen, to consume all the information and understand it to the best of his ability. Despite still being quite confused on the matter of becoming a ruler, he could at the very least prepare for it since it was pretty much inevitable.

"First, the imps. They are weak, stupid, and very annoying as you know. However, they can make building materials, such as bricks," Inanna continued, summoning an image of an imp patting on a brown brick. For some reason, Andromalius didn't want to know what the said brick was made of. "They don't steal mana, they just don't have the magic to do so. Well, there is no demon that can do that anyway, as far as I know."

The hell stallion nodded once again. Just like in the game, imps would be good as long as there's a good number of them. They became a bit less useful but at the very least they could provide building materials.

"Second, the demon overseers, as you call them. Short but very muscular and strong, especially in their arms, they can do a lot of hard labor that most of the other demons can't. We call them the Builders. They're the strong force, those who do the hard labor for all of us. They build our structures and help to repair the old ones."

An image of the builder appeared as they effortlessly picked up multiple bricks and other things that were at least twice their size and carried them to an unfinished structure.

"Next, the hellhounds. They aren't too different from the hounds on the surface, but they are more aggressive and protective of their owners," Inanna didn't stop, a dog-wolf hybrid of an unknown breed appearing before Andromalius. "Despite looking dangerous, they're very good and kind pets to those who treat them well. Oh, and they don't glow at all, no demon does. Their eyes are solid black, however. And they don't wear chains around their necks."

Dogs were dogs even in hell, Andromalius realized. He let out a small chuckle.

"The succubi and incubi. Well, they can seduce almost anypony, and bend them to their will. We haven't used this power of ours for a very long time, however," Inanna said, this time not summoning any images or projections but instead presenting herself. "All of us have a gray fur and black manes. Only our irises' color differs: mine is aqua blue, for example. And we can use magic, obviously, including some offensive and defensive spells, mostly fire-based."

Andromalius could do nothing but nod in understanding. Things had been going smoothly so far, he didn't think he would have to worry about anything. However, there were still things to talk about and kinds of demons to discover.

"The pit lords. They carry swords in sheaths, not just holding them in one hand all the time. They have armor not only on their arms but on their bodies, wings, and tails as well," Inanna explained, summoning a figure that vaguely looked like a griffon or a hippogriff, although heavily distorted. Cloven hooves, a long leathery tail, a pair of hands, big inverted wings, a sharp muzzle, horns on the head that pointed towards the back and slightly up, and piercing eyes of solid color of orange. They used both legs and an arm to stand as if their back couldn't support the weight if they wanted to become bipedal. "Unlike those in that game of yours, our pit lords can fly, their wings have membranes. They're no magic casters, however."

Andromalius nodded yet again. Pit lords had lost their use as dealers of heavy area-of-effect magic damage but gained the ability to fly instead. It put them lower in the eyes of the hell stallion, but they would still have their uses, he would just have to figure out what they might be.

"And finally, the devils. They are, well, changed minotaurs," Inanna said, conjuring an image of an armored minotaur. "It is well-known that minotaurs are warriors, so devils are as well. As I've said before, their armor doesn't have those useless spikes with skulls. And they mostly carry swords, not those... circular axes, for the lack of better word. And they can't teleport too, they don't have that much magical potential. Instead, they move quickly on hoof and have much more stamina than even an earth pony," she let out a deep sigh, finishing her speech. "Well, that is all about the sub-races. Now, to the part of ruling us all..."

"Uh, one questions?" Andromalius put up a hoof before Inanna could continue.

"Of course, Andromalius," she nodded, preparing to listen to what he had to ask.

"Well..." he paused before asking a simple question, "Why me?"

"Didn't I explain it earlier? Well, let me tell you from the very beginning, then. And, as I promised you, I'll start with history." she cleared her throat. "A long time ago, long before I was born, and long before Equestria was founded, the demons lived on the surface. We were quite different at the time. Our coats were of more colors, for example. Basically, we weren't demons back then, only a different kind of any other race," she explained slightly awkwardly. "Sorry, I'm not a history teacher, I can't really put it well in words. Anyway, that isn't really the beginning, it's more like a simple explanation."

Andromalius nodded in understanding, his ears aiming at her.

"We were no different from other races back then, but all changed when the hate between the three pony tribes raised," Inanna continued, her expression drooping slightly as a frown appeared on her face. "It happened about five thousand years ago, and wendigoes weren't yet awoken," her tone became more dreary and serious. "The war between the three started, pulling in other races: griffons, minotaurs, yaks, changelings. The war lasted for long until the foundation of Equestria happened. That means the war lasted for two thousand years, with small pauses of course."

She let out a deep sigh before continuing.

"There were those who united, who didn't want that war, those who wanted nothing to do with the problems of politicians that pulled all of us into that bloodshed," Inanna explained. "And thus, the Demon Alliance was born. It spoke against the war, it was for its end and for peace to be established. Everyone was growing tired of war and of its destruction. Many fields were burnt, prosperous towns and cities destroyed. Most of those caught between the ambitions of politicians didn't know where to go but we found the way. We traveled to the north, even deeper in the inhospitable land," she paused for a second. "We were considered traitors that abandoned the ways of our ancestors, of our kinds. We were hated for what we became, even if the peace we had among each other was more beneficial than the long-lasting war that raged south of us. Our interspecies relationships resulted in appearing the sub-races of demons, such as succubi and incubi. We weren't called like that back then..."

Inanna stopped completely for a few long moments. Andromalius waited patiently, understanding that it was hard for her to speak about it. After all, wars always impacted multiple generations in more ways than one. He could even sense how much sadness Inanna felt over what happened a long time ago.

"And then, the Purity's Curse came..." she continued quietly. "The most powerful magical race, the unicorns, created a very powerful magical artifact, the Sphere of Purity. It was supposed to 'cleanse' us of our 'filth', thus making us fight each other again," her expression sharpened as fire danced in her eyes. "However, the Sphere was unstable and exploded in use. The demons were sent to Hell, the place of eternal fire and darkness, the underground which barely anyone knew of. We gained new abilities, lost some, and became what we are now. Thousands of years of isolation and the influence of the magic of the Sphere made us look like this: dark colors, black pupils, and wrongly-bent membrane wings."

Pausing yet again, Inanna looked at her own wings. There was no membrane at all, only stripes of skin connected what she still had of her wings. Despite it, no scar tissue was visible, making Andromalius think that she was born like that. Influence of the Sphere, he guessed.

"We the equines were the majority of the demons and we changed while most of our recognizable features remained," Inanna continued her explanation, summoning an image of a regular pony mare and a succubus. Side by side, they still looked mostly similar although the features such as wings and horn were very different, as well as the tail and hooves. "Hippogryphs, children of a pony and a griffon, however, had less luck. They became what are now pit lords. Well, look at them now, they don't have fur or feathers at all, their heads are deformed, they now have those nightmarish tails... The Hell left its mark on every one of us," Inanna ended with a sad sigh.

Andromalius walked up to the succubus and hugged her softly, not knowing what to say. He knew he could say something along the lines of how the sad the story was but he felt it wouldn't be enough. Then, he said: "I haven't ever thought of demons like that."

"I doubt anyone knows the truth besides us," Inanna replied, pressing her head against the hell stallion's neck. "You'll never find anything about us in the books. Only legends are known, and they are very far from the truth," she leaned back. "Discord, the spirit of Chaos, destroyed most books during his reign. And he was the one who told us that none will ever find us. He thought it would be fun, so he gave us that prophecy," Andromalius let Inanna go, allowing her to summon a piece of pink paper with checkered white and black letters.

"It says: 'On the five thousandth year after the Purity's Curse, the Demon Messiah, the most powerful demon of nature unknown, shall appear," Inanna said, looking at the paper. "He the Messiah will walk the earth freely, no restraint will be able to hold him, no force will be able to banish him as his kin was. He shall free those who are under the surface and bring them under his fair rule, and his kingdom shall have no end.'"

"That sounds like something from a fantasy book," Andromalius commented on the prophecy. "It does sound serious, but... something is off."

"Well, maybe someday someone will write about us, about our lives and adventures. Who knows..."

With those words in his head, Andromalius drifted off to a peaceful and long slumber.

Around eight hours later, the hell stallion opened lowly and groggily. It was the late evening, judging by the dim light of his room. Andromalius blinked a few times, getting the sleep out of his eyes. He looked at the clock and found out that he indeed slept for a long time.

"Fuck..." he muttered. "Now she knows all my fetishes if she made her time in my brain. Damn succubi..."

A demonic, lustful giggle echoed inside his head.

"Andromalius~" Inanna sang his name, making him pale despite him being almost completely black. "I know~ and... I thought you had more in you. But I am not disappointed. I didn't want to find out that you are someone that likes something extremely weird, like vore or extremely big teats the size of a head or bigger or something like those. Those just... well, they are unnatural. We succubi enjoy things that can be done in reality. even by the standards of the most perverted succubus."

"And... Who has those fetishes?" Andromalius asked with dread in his mind-voice.

"Well, I haven't heard of anypony that has something like that as a fetish. You're lucky, Andromalius."

"Thank God..." the hell stallion sighed in relief, relaxing for a bit. However, he didn't know what was coming next.

"However..." the succubus said slowly, making him tense up again. "I still know your fetishes~"

"Damnit."