The wait is over! This chapter doesn't include any sexy times, sorry. Been busy finishing with finals, dealing with parents being home, and spending time doing other activities, while focusing on this single chapter. Next chapter however, will probably be out a little quicker or slower, depending on how things go.

I've already started setting up future chapters, coming up with titles and premises, and all that. The majority of those chapters are mostly stuff including sex and romance and stuff, but some story elements will be here and there.

Here's a quick question for all of you that will be used to help write a future chapter: If you could have sex with any character from a show (anime, cartoon, etc.), who would it be? Male or female?

Also, here is a little teaser image to make you all guess of what I plan on adding in the story in a much later chapter. It's not this character, but something pertaining to him. If you know, drop it in the comments!

The Demon Lord looks himself over in the mirror, making sure nothing is out of place upon his impeccable appearance. His silver hair is tied back into a short ponytail. His majestic ram horns are polished and filed down to sharp points that can easily pluck someone's eyes out. His tan skin is moisturized and shimmers in the overhead light.

Since this is a meeting with the Queen of Lust, he can't just waltz into her chambers in the buff. A simple black suit and pants with purple trim covers his buff torso and legs. A red mantel littered with medals and insignias wraps around his shoulders. His golden crown rests on the nightstand before him, as he won't be needing it for this meeting. Ebony boots lined with silver plates on the sides cover his normally bare feet.

A meeting with the Queen of Lust is a rare opportunity, especially for the Demon Lord, and he'd rather not miss a single one. The only times she'd ever invite him over is when she has some important information to part, needs to relieve herself of stress, request some assistance from his army, or a combination of all three.

Her majesty's sphere of influence is much grander than his own, but it's something he's allowed since they've struck their first agreement decades ago. The Demon Lord is far more powerful than the Queen of Lust in terms of magic power, yet he's never once tried to usurp her throne or overtake her land. As much as he enjoys raining mayhem and destruction upon this continent, he very much enjoys the debauchery and sin her majesty brings, something the Demon Lord is incapable of enforcing.

Snapping his claws, he summons a blazing red portal and steps through, exiting his humble castle and entering a magnificent dining room on the other side. Two of the walls are made of polished, wainscoted cedar with paintings illustrating different sexual acts; the other two are made of smooth, creamy-white stone. Facing the left stone wall, he sees a lit, stone fireplace with an assortment of images of the queen on the mantel. In the center of the room is an oval, mahogany table where his "date" is waiting for him, sitting at one end.

The Queen of Lust looks as drop-dead-gorgeous as ever, but also much more formal than normal. Her burning, black hair is neatly curled, pushed away from her face to reveal her silky features. Her skin glows with a stunning radiance and her ruby lips are curled into a half-sadistic, half-pleased smile.

A blood-red gown adorns her succulent figure, covering up most of her desirable parts. Her endowed bosom, however, peeks out a bit of juicy cleavage for the Demon Lord to ogle at, as if she had intentionally done this for him. The queen’s crimson eyes leer at the Demon Lord as if compelling him to take his seat, to which he humbly complies.

“It is an honor to be in your presence once again, dear Hedone,” the Demon Lord greets in a deep, gruff voice.

“Oh please. The pleasure has always been mine, and you know that, Caesar,” the queen retorts with a warm smile. “A mighty king such as yourself is far more powerful than I.”

Demon Lord Caesar chuckles at the queen’s modesty while enjoying inflating his own ego. “That is true. However, it is thanks to you that I am able to enjoy much more than just taking peoples' lives and unleashing destruction. Now I get to kill while expanding my harem.”

Hedone shudders as if what her guest had said turned her on. “Mmm, yes. But, jerking each other off aside, I have a pressing matter to discuss with you regarding a particular specimen my troops stumbled upon a few days ago." The queen places two fingers up to the side of her temple and speaks a spell as she gazes at the center of the table. "MIND MAGIC: MEMORY VIEW."

In the very center of the table, a beam of light is emitted and expands to form an opaque screen revealing a girl with amber skin, her hair like a flaming sunset with red and yellow streaks. She's wearing a dark getup with a red horn headpiece.

“Is that what I think it is?” Caesar asks with awe.

“What you are looking at is a brand new dark mage,” the Queen of Lust explains with a gleeful smile. “Her name is Sunset Shimmer and she is in a party with six other girls, all of which are different classes and rather powerful.”

“Another toy for you to break, eh?” the king asks. “You’ll just end up having her corrupt herself, drag her into the depths of depravity, and then accidentally kill her when she can’t handle your twisted love.”

“Pfft! That’s simply because the others were weak! They couldn’t handle my lovemaking, unlike you, my Lord. I’m one hundred percent certain that she is the one that will be my perfect toy. I can tell she will fall into the darkest pits of sin and depravity once given the opportunity. All she needs is a bit of a push in the right direction.”

Caesar leans forward and plants his elbows on the table, his chin resting on his folded hands as he stares intently at the queen. “And this is where I come in? Or rather my army?”

“Yes. I believe you remember what happened to poor Adramelech, don’t you? When he went to fight the new adventurers at the beginner town of Impekka?”

“That worthless dog?” the Demon Lord laughs out loud. “He was the weakest of my generals, of course he would fall so easily! If you're suggesting on sending out the next strongest general, I do not believe—"

"No, no, no! The dark mage must be nearing level twenty soon, so it would be most proficient to send out a much stronger general to face her. Plus, she's acquired an android from one of Dr. Eroge's dungeons. It would be wiser to send someone a bit more powerful to fight her, should her new asset tag along with her on any quests."

The mighty demon leans back in his seat, looking between the Queen of Lust and the projection of the dark mage. The girl's beauty is breathtaking and, dare he say, much more infatuating than the queen. While the lustful matriarch is experienced in all sorts of lovemaking, kinks, fetishes, and sin, she's rather old—though, she's only in her early thirties. Now the dark mage is ripe and young, most likely in her early twenties and not that experienced in the ways of carnality.

"She's much more beautiful than I, isn't she?" Hedone asks almost depressingly, dragging Caesar back to the present.

The mighty king looks over to the matriarch with trepidation, noticing a pained look upon her face. Sweat collects upon his face and his stomach ties up in knots as he tries to conjure something suitable to say to soothe the queen's worries. He is much more powerful than her naturally, that is true, but when the queen amplifies her magic through her emotions, she can be an unstoppable force.

"Now, now, your majesty," he shakily responds with a smile. "She may be younger, yes, but you are still the fairest of all in the land. If I had to choose who I'd fuck first, I'd choose you in a heartbeat."

The matriarch smiles warmly, causing the knot in the Demon Lord's stomach to relax and loosen. He swallows a lodged lump in his throat, realizing he's managed to evade death.

"You are kind, my Lord," the queen replies as she rises from her seat. "Although, I can distinguish fact from falsehoods." Tension returns once more in the king's body while the queen makes his way over to him, sauntering ever so slowly. "Your words had a hint of honesty to them but also a bit of fear, like you wanted to tell me that just so you could spare my feelings."

The clacking of her heels on the stone floor sound like booming drums, sending ripples of discomfort up the Demon Lord's body. He doesn't know what to do now. He was sure he would evade death but now, things seem so bleak once more. He refuses to look up as the queen stands just to his left, her menacing gaze peering down at him with what could only be feelings of contempt.

"Why so serious, my king?" Hedone asks. "Of course I forgive you for making that statement. It was obvious you'd prefer her over me, even I do." She stands behind the Demon Lord, her hands gripping his wide shoulders until her nails are piercing his clothes and flesh. "But if you really want my genuine forgiveness, you'll have to show me that you meant what you said."

Caesar swallows a returning lump in his throat, knowing exactly where this exchange is going. He's an almighty Demon Lord with an army of the undead, monsters, and bitches at his disposal. As much as he enjoys fornicating with the Queen of Lust, he can tell this time will be rather...treacherous.

"But first...how about you send out one of your strongest generals to deal with Sunset Shimmer? Do you think you can do that, my Lord?" Hedone asks. Caesar simply nods in silence, clutching his pants with fear as the queen removes her claws from his shoulders. "Thank you, my dear. Now, about your apology..."

The Demon Lord gulps, feeling the lump of anxiety splash in his twisted guts. If he thinks the queen is going to do what he thinks she's going to do, he won't be able to sit for a few weeks.

Sunset Shimmer splashes cool river water on her face, cleaning off a few droplets of blood from her assailants-turned-victims. The contents of her stomach rise back up her gullet, threatening to spill out, but she wrestles it back down where it rests for now. She shouldn't feel too disgusted, since this isn't the first time she's had to shed some blood, but she doubts she can get over the fetor of iron and the feeling of blood upon her face.

While the last time Sunset ventured into an ingredient-collecting quest may have resulted in a near-rape/near-death-experience, the new location Magus provided his apprentice should be up to her level, if not more manageable. Instead of wearing her explorer uniform, which hardly adds any protection whatsoever, she's kept her adventurer armor on the entire time to provide maximum defense—though it has been torn up once or twice already.

The area Sunset's in is rather peaceful. She kneels before an immaculate river within an illustrious forest filled with a palette of colorful foliage. Beasts of all kinds stroll around the peaceful forest without a care in the world of having their peace stripped away.

At least, Sunset had hoped the peaceful area remained that way.

While she didn’t drag along Harmonia along for the ride, expecting an easy gathering quest, Sunsets is starting to have second thoughts. She had already slaughtered multiple creatures and bandits in the span of an hour, used up quite a number of potions, and practically bathed herself in blood. Although she may have increased her level substantially, she can't take the onslaught anymore. She can hardly catch a break and she's barely eaten anything since she left Impekka.

She shakes her head, however, and clears her thoughts before standing tall and trudging on to complete the task she was given. The last thing she needs is to lose Magus's respect and her paycheck. She can't just go back to everyone empty-handed.

“Everything is fine. Everything is going to be just fine, Sunset,” she mutters to herself. "Just get the ingredients and keep your eyes peeled for any attackers.”

Everywhere she looks, despite the creatures around her seeming gentle and pacifistic, negative thoughts sprout in Sunset's mind, keeping her on edge as she traverses the forest. Her eyes dart to each creature, big or small, and makes sure to keep away from them in case they may try something.

"Damn it all, Sunset," she mutters to herself. "You're letting this shit get to you. Just calm the fuck down and focus!"

She taps her geode, opening up her menu and travels to her inventory, where the list for her gathering quest is waiting for her. As she takes it out, she recites the things she needs once more.

"Azure bark, crimson leaf, and niflbeast tusk. The first two: check. But what the heck is a niflbeast?"

A deep growl from behind her startles her to the bone, prompting the dark mage to glance back at the sight of a wolf-like creature approaching her. Its stiff fur glistens like silver and cobalt, and its gleaming, golden eyes shimmer with hunger and bloodlust instead of wanton. Shards of azure ice form a crown upon its head. White mist pours from its maw, chilling the grass around it. Within its set of knife-like teeth are two jagged blades that curl forward—Sunset's targets.

The horn headpiece upon the dark mage's head begins to tingle as it picks up on the beast's magic power. It's only at level eighteen and the power it's putting off isn't that strong, but it does cause Sunset's temple to twitch.

"Guess that's what a niflbeast is," the dark mage says as she gets into a ready stance with her grimoire floating before her. "Come at me then!"

The monster didn't need to be told twice. It proceeds to paw at the ground before dashing over to its prey, its maw open and ready to take a large chunk of Sunset's flesh. But the dark mage holds her ground, summoning the first spell she turns to.

"WEAPON SUMMON: BLOODHOUND ARROWS!"

The five silver projectiles fire from Sunset's hand and pierce the niflbeast's hide, splattering blood upon the green grass. It flinches from the damage but continues on with its rampage. Just as the beast closes the distance between it and its prey, Sunset Shimmer leaps off to the side in the nick of time, though only earning a small gash on her thigh, sending hot pain shooting up her leg.

"Fucker!" the dark mage roars in agony as she stumbles on her landing.

Unfortunately, her rage doesn't get to live long as the niflbeast gets ready to attack at her again, this time readying a magic attack. The creature opens its mouth, revealing a condensing blue ball of energy. The atmosphere suddenly chills and crystalized ice begins to form around the beast upon the grass and trees.

"Oh no you don't! FIRE MAGIC: INCINERATING CANNON BALL!"

As the two attacks meet, a Sunset's spell melts the niflbeast's, causing a smokescreen of mist to blind the two opponents. Sunset glances around frantically and keeps her ears open for the beast, expecting it to appear from anywhere. Her heart races and her senses are in overdrive as adrenaline courses through her veins.

The sound of a twig snapping to her left gives Sunset the signal to fire off STORM in the direction of the sound. Hearing the bolt making contact with her target and the beast's pained whimpers gives Sunset the affirmation she needs to tell her that her attacker is defeated.

A wave of relief washes over the dark mage as the curtain of mist is drawn back to reveal the slain niflbeast turn into pixels and EXP. In its wake, it leaves its glistening tusks for Sunset to graciously accept.

"Thanks for the contribution," she happily says as she takes her rightfully earned loot and places them in her inventory, finally completing her quest. “Now to get the hell our of here.”

But before Sunset can open up her menu to fast travel back to Impekka, a deep, raspy voice that sounds like Death itself speaks from behind her. “Leaving so soon already?”

The dark mage freezes, her fingers just around her geode, ready to open up the menu to the Fast Travel option. The scent of something smoky and pungent floods her sinuses and chokes her throat and lungs. A warm feeling like a campfire spreads across her back but it starts to feel violent and scorching hot. She glances back in horror as she lays eyes upon the burning forest and a monster poking its head from between two charred trees.

Its body is comprised of molten lava and living flames. Plates of obsidian act as pieces of armor while a flaming sword rests in the beast’s clawed hand. Its face is like a burning skull with eyes of dancing torches peering into Sunset’s quivering soul.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, dark mage," the beast growls with a toothy grin. "I have heard so much about you."

Sunset takes a step back but doesn't summon her grimoire as her mind is constricted by fear. A sharp migraine shoots through her skull as her headpiece detects the monster's absurd magic power. Above the creature's head is its revealed level and name, which causes Sunset's stomach to tie up in knots. DEMON GENERAL: SURTUR—LEVEL 40. She's already above level twenty but she doubts she can take on this boss.

"The Demon Lord has sent me to deal with you and your little toy," Surtur says. He glances around as if looking for something out of place. "But it looks like you didn't bring your android with you today. Guess that means you'll be all alone to face me."

Sunset has to think fast. If she were to fight this general, she'd end up as a pile of ash drifted off by the wind. If she were to run, she'd have no sure chance of escape unless she can somehow stall him. Her legs are ready to run off in the opposite direction but a small part of her is ready to fight in the small chance this boss will track her back to Impekka and harm everyone else there.

"If you're not going to make the first move, I will!" Surtur booms.

Extending his sword forth, the tip of the blade expels a jet of blue flames towards Sunset, singeing her hair as she just barely manages to evade the attack. Just as she manages to look back up at the demon general, Surtur charges towards her, his sword reared back for a decapitating strike. In the nick of time, the dark mage manages to roll off to the right, barely managing to keep her head on her shoulders.

"You're rather quick for a beginner," Surtur says. "Maybe I should turn it up a notch!"

Sunset's had enough of this. Opening her grimoire, she flips to a random page, not daring to venture into the area of dark spells. One of her ice spells appears, giving the dark mage the perfect opportunity to retaliate.

“ICE MAGIC: FROST!”

Placing her hands on the ground, disregarding the dancing flames beneath her, stalagmites of ice begin to form and move towards the demon general. Oddly, though, he holds his ground as he is suddenly encased in ice, completely unable to move. Sunset staggers back a bit, an iota of pride welling up in her heart as she's certain that her spell had worked, but a small crack tells her otherwise.

The ice encasing Surtur’s head begins to fracture and melt away from his preternatural heat. Not even a minute after being encased in ice, Surtur’s head breaks free from its prison and smiles at the dark mage.

“Not bad, dark mage. Not bad at all,” he commends. “Though you’ll have to do bett—“

“Hold it right there!” Sunset exclaims, putting her assailant’s banter on hold. She places one hand up to her forehead and one finger pointed towards the demon general, earning a confused look from him. “You may have forgotten something. You’re still trapped in ice and I’m not!”

Surtur raises a fiery brow and cocks his head to the side as he looks down at himself and at the icy prison he’s still trapped in. “Your point?”

“Your legs are practically useless but my legs are free to move about. This gives me the opportunity to use my ultimate technique!”

Instead of seeming shocked or frightened, Surtur explodes with laughter, causing Sunset’s hope to dwindle a bit. “And what is this ultimate technique of yours? Someone as weak as you would have no way of harming someone as powerful as me!”

In one swift motion, Sunset Shimmer spins around until her back is to her opponent, places one foot forward and bolts off through the forest, screaming a single word at the top of her lungs.

“NIGERUNDAYOOOOO!”

Surtur remains in his prison, alone and confused. He blinks a few times as he registers what just happened. “Did she just... Okay. I'm gonna kill her dead for this."

Sunset dashes through the forest, frantically pressing the Fast Travel option over and over, but to no avail. All it does is pull up the message "Can not fast travel during combat. Remain out of combat for five seconds to fast travel". She plasters her back against a tree once she's certain she's in the clear and counts down the seconds until the Fast Travel can be activated.

"Count down faster you slow fuck!" she grouses. "I'm fucked. I'm fucked. I'm so fucked! Only two seco—"

*CRASH*

The timer disappears just as it hits one second, causing Sunset's rage and fear to skyrocket. Feeling a scorching heat resting on her head, she tremblingly looks up to see Surtur's flaming sword emerging through the trunk of the tree she's hiding behind. It drools with fire and ignites the trunk, setting it and the surrounding foliage ablaze.

"You really think someone as pathetic as you can evade me?" Surtur asks through the flames. Sunset whips out her grimoire and glances around frantically, not knowing where the demon general might pop out from. "I don't know why the Queen of Lust takes a liking to you, but she's willing to pay a high price for your head. It doesn't matter if she gets you alive or dead, so long as she can toy with you."

Sunset knows she can't use her normal spells to beat this guy without expending all of her mana in the process. Reluctantly, she flips to the section of her grimoire containing her dark spells and feels a shiver run up her spine. She knows the risk and what occurred before when she was given no other choice to use her forbidden power, but now is a reasonable time to bring out her true nature.

"Come on out, motherfucker!" she yells into the flaming forest. "If you want me, come and get me!"

As if on cue, Surtur peeks out from behind a charred tree, blending in with the orange flames around him. His eyes burn with murderous intent that bores into the dark mage's soul. Sunset doesn't dare move back or even attempt to run. Adrenaline courses through her veins and the bubbling rage in her heart gives her the determination to fight against the mighty foe before her.

"You have quite the dirty mouth on you, missy," Surtur growls. "But it'll be put to better use once the Queen of Lust has her depraved claws on you."

"Like hell I'll let you take me!" Sunset shoots back, readying a dark spell. "I fought one of you guys before and won; I'll do the same again to you! DARK MAGIC: SHADOW PITS!"

Just like with the last demon general, a set of shadowy arms emerge from the black pool beneath Surtur, clutching onto his burning body. Instead of fearing for his life like Adremelech did, this general begins to chortle in amusement, catching Sunset by surprise.

"This is what you used to defeat Adremelech?" he asks. Sunset watches in horror as the tendrils wrapping around the general begin to burn away like the leaves around them, releasing Surtur from his hold. "I'm leagues above that worm. You're going to have to do better than that to beat me."

Sunset looks at her HUD and notices that her 'corruption' meter hasn't filled up at all. That's a relief but it still doesn't help with the situation she's in. She turns the page in her grimoire, landing on another page with a much more potent dark spell. Reading its contents causes Sunset's stomach to tie up in knots, but she fights through the anxiety and stares her opponent down.

"You won't be laughing when you're just a shriveled up corpse!" Sunset proclaims before running right at the general.

Surtur summons another flaming sword out of thin air and rears it back to strike as Sunset closes the gap between them. Any hesitation the dark mage has in her heart is burned away by anger and the determination to make it out of this encounter alive. As Surtur strikes, Sunset leaps into the air and grabs hold of the general by the face and proceeds to use DEVIL'S KISS, completely ignoring the flames scorching her palms.

Blue wisps of mana, EXP, and lifeforce pour out of Surtur's open mouth and into Sunset's. The look of terror on the general's face as his essence is transferred to his enemy puts a small smile on Sunset's lips. It feels ecstatic to see her enemy feel the terror she did when she was cornered. Watching him try to push her off as his body loses strength, only to fail and falter is wonderful!

The flames that make up Surtur's body begin to die out and his body morphs into something more adolescent. His terrifying appearance disappears as his essence has been drained dry and he collapses on the charred earth.

Sunset Shimmer, on the other hand, is brimming with power. Her level has skyrocketed up to thirty-three, her mana is overflowing, and her abilities have exponentially improved. Most of all, however, her 'corruption' meter has risen up to twenty percent.

"W-what did you do?" Surtur wheezes. "H-how—?"

"Devil's Kiss," Sunset responds blankly. "It allows me to absorb your experience points, health, mana, and all that until you're back to level one like a beginner, and I absorb a certain percentage of your experience.

"Although, the only drawback to using it, since it is a dark spell, is that I accumulate corruption based on half of your level." She flips her grimoire back to the first page of her dark spells as a sinister grin spreads across her face. "This'll raise it up to about twenty-five percent, but I don't care so long as you're dead. DARK MAGIC: SHADOW PITS."

The demon general looks around himself in terror as shadowy tendrils wrap around his weakened body and submerge him beneath the shadows.

"D-devil! You're a devil!" His cries are the last things Sunset hears before the forest is drowned in silence and the raging inferno is doused as quickly as it started.

A sense of tranquility and glee washes over the dark mage as silence fills the air. Even though her strength is rejuvenated, via leveling up, she collapses to her knees, tightly hugging herself. For some odd reason, it feels as if ice is coursing through her veins, even though the warm forest should be heating her up.

"F-fuck that was int-t-tense," she shivers. "I gotta get the hell out o-f-f here."

Quickly opening up her menu and traveling to the Fast Travel option, Sunset quickly escapes the charred forest and reappears in the town square of Impekka. Without wasting a second, she travels to Magus's place to drop off the collected ingredients and head back home to get some rest.

However, as she makes her way to the alchemist's shop, Sunset notices a few of the denizens shooting her a few fearful glances. She doesn't care what anyone else has to say about her tattered or charred appearance; all she needs is some sleep.

Sunset opens the door to Magus's shop, prompting the alchemist to greet his incoming apprentice, only for him to remain silent and stare at Sunset with wide eyes.

"Sunset, what happened to you?" he asks with a hint of worry in her voice.

"Ran into a general of the Demon Lord's army," the dark mage wearily responds as she hands over the ingredients to Magus. "I'll just take my cash and head out."

The alchemist doesn't speak a word but hands Sunset seven hundred silver coins for completing the quest. Although the payment is an average amount for these gathering quests, Sunset can't help but feel something pounding in her brain, forcing her to chew the alchemist out and demand for more, but she holds her tongue and silently walks out of the shop.

"Sunset!" Malisa's cheerful voice calls out, causing the dark mage to wince in response for some odd reason. She looks to her left to see the receptionist running towards her with a bright smile, but it slowly falters into a worried look the closer she gets closer. "By the gods, are you alright?"

"I'm f-f-fine," Sunset says with a hint of agitation. "Just need t-to get some rest."

Before the dark mage can walk off in the opposite direction, Malisa grabs her by the shoulder, holding her in place. "You're not fine," the receptionist persists. "You used dark magic, didn't you?"

Sunset purses her lips and glances back at her friend's worried face. "How did you know?"

"The horn on your head and that wing sprouting from your back," Malisa points out.

Sunset raises a confused brow and looks into the window of Magus's shop to see exactly what Malisa was referring to. On the right half of her body is a horn on her temple, a blood-red eye within a black sclera, a leathery wing on her shoulder, and her exposed arm covered in black markings.

"What the hell?" she mutters. She feels the hard horn upon her temple and the smooth wing upon her back, still unable to believe that they're there and they're hers. "Am I transforming or something?"

"Here. Come with me," Malisa says, grabbing Sunset by the wrist. "I got something that can help you."

But Sunset wants to get some rest, not rely on someone else for help. However, a small part of her begs her to trust this girl and go along with her. Not even putting up a fight or saying a single word, the dark mage allows herself to be taken back to Malisa's home to be dealt with.

Sunset Shimmer—Level: 33; Class: Dark Mage; Abilities: Lightning Fiend, Stone Prison, Corrosion, Shadow Pack
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Signs: aggressive behavior, sadistic pleasure, devilish appearance
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