Excerpts from the wise dragon’s demonicon: the stormwing succubus:

In all infernal realms there is no stranger succubus than the stormwing succubus, these are succubi who once were just like all others of their race, but instead of having the ability and desire to seduce and charm everyone around them some succubi do not have this desire. These succubi want other things, some want to help people, some want to fight in battles and some wish to become demon lords.

Such a succubus is casted out of succubus society and has to fend for him or herself, most of the times these deviant succubi die off since their racial ability to charm does not function but those who are tough enough and manage to survive might ignite a spark of power in themselves, a spark that can be traced back to the elemental powers.

Demons have long ago been cut off from the realm of chaos and although the influence still remains on them it has allowed other powers to influence demons and other fiends. In the case of these succubi they grow stronger and faster, their wings become larger and they gain elemental affinity with the air element………..

……Their new powers also change their mindset a bit, they become loyal and compassionate. It has been noted by summoners and warlocks who encountered these fiends that after spending some time with their new masters they will act like their summoner is family to her or him. Should the summoner be younger than the fiend (which is almost always true) it is even possible that these demons see themselves as older sisters or brothers of their summoner……….

……Stormwing succubi are masters of air magic, calling down lightning bolts and hurricanes on unsuspecting foes, they also still posses their racial skill to change their appearance……

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The town was burning in hellfire. People were crying as the fires spread from building to building and the lifeless bleeding bodies of wounded or dying people littered the street. In the middle of the town a strange creature stood, it had long thin limbs, long wings and a tail as well as a wicked grinning face with two long horns. A demon had come to this town and it was not happy!

It’s eyes were sparking with rage as he spread his arms and two more fireballs appeared in his hands, “DIE MORTALS!!!” The demonic fiend threw the hellfire at a house, normal fire would have been bad enough for the wooden building but hellfire was way worse, the fire spread rapidly and seemingly ate everything it touched away, more screaming sounded as people tried to flee from this pyromaniacal demon. “You dare summon me and not give me anything of value, he roared, die then in my flames!!”

A group of young adventurers was close by, they were trying to evacuate the people as fast as they could, among them a youngster with black hair and blue eyes suddenly turned his eyes towards the demon. The boy felt something, like an instinct telling him to go, it felt natural as if he somehow knew how to stop this.

For a moment the boy hesitated, he could not do it, his friends would….., but then this town would….” The boy shook away his thoughts, this had to end now! He sprinted off towards the demon, “Iskander no!”, an archer shouted behind him, Iskander did not listen. He ran faster than he ever had done and soon arrived where the demon stood, the creature suddenly turned his head towards him and his grin became even bigger.

“a warlock, the creature giggled, why have you come?” Iskander stepped back, what was he doing, facing a literal demon on his own?! And yet he felt like he had to do this somehow. He only knew one way to stop this and it was not something he wanted to do but he had no choice!

“I-I have come to offer you a pact, Iskander said with fear in his voice, he had said it, now there was no way back! The demon stopped flinging fireballs and his eyes seemed to dim a bit, “a pact, this is a joke right?” Iskander shook his head, “I Iskander Orobas hereby offer you a pact to become my servant, in return you shall be given…….” “Yes, the demon asked, what shall you give me?”

A list of answers flashed through his mind, a soul, the souls of his victims, knowledge, his servitude, all of those passed his mind until he found what he was looking for, arcane power!

Iskander gulped, I will give you access to my spells, as a lower ranked demon right now you can only use fire magic but I would allow you to learn arcane spells as well.” The demon fell silent, his eyes shone with a hungry light, “arcane power like the demon lords have, you sure know how to entice a lesser demon boy.” The creature laughed, “give me your hand and the pact shall be sealed.”

The demon reached out with his hand, instinctively before he could think about it he held the demons thin skeletal hand, a burning feeling coursed through his hands and spine as the pact was sealed. The demon released him, “now that is done you might havet to explain yourself to your friends over there boy”, he laughed and vanished in a cloud of ash.

Iskander turned around with a fearfull heart, there stood his friends, his party that he joined a month ago, their eyes were filled with rage and shock as they pointed their weapons at him, “Attack him he is a warlock!”

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“Gah, Iskander jumped up, his friends, the demon, the…… Suddenly he realized what he had just experienced, “a dream, always that same dream!” Iskanders head hurt, his whole body did actually, what had happened? He was laying in some kind of cave with a campfire next to him on a bed made of moss, how had he gotten here? Suddenly he remembered, the attack of Kratos and his awakening a few days ago. slowly but surely the memories of the past days came back.

It had been quite scary the first time he woke up in a cave with no one around, honestly right now he felt pathetic, if he had not lost control over his emotions so carelessly Kratos could not have gotten him like that. Iskander thought back about his dream and about what happened with Kratos, “that was the second time my powers took something from me..” Iskander sighed, he felt pathetic for having a breakdown that bad, but he could not deny that it was how he felt, him being a warlock had brought him nothing but trouble and loss from day one.

During the two days of resting in this cave Iskander had begun to overthink his situation and now he had a plan, a risky one but if it succeeded him being a warlock would not be a large problem anymore. “Iskander are you awake?” Thorn, the stormwing succubus that had a pact of trust with him entered the cave with a torch in the hand, it was still dark outside.

Iskander looked at her, a succubus with enormous wings, a broken horn, red eyes and a lot of scars all over her, the first time he met her had been when she had been summoned by cultists and in the following months he had got to know her better. Thorn was a strange demon, not only was she fiercely loyal, she also was able to show true compassion and concern, something that most demons did not have at all.

Actually she was also strange for a succubus, not that he found that a problem, in fact he liked thorns behaviour more than that of other succubi. Most succubi would make sex-jokes and remarks that really did not suit the situation but thorn was different, she was not obsessed with lust or seducing people, in fact she had another addiction. Thorn was a battlejunkie, a hardcore one with a fascination for human weapons and armour, but she was also level headed and pretty polite towards other demons and Iskander, making her a perfect commander when Iskander needed to lead a larger group of demons.

Iskander had ultimately decide to give her a pact of trust, a dangerous pact that made the contracted fiend able to use its full power in the mortal world. It was verry risky but Thorn had proven to be the perfect demoness for such a pact.

“Hey thorn, Iskander answered, how are you doing?” She smiled, “better than Kratos after Arbeus got him in his claws.” Iskander shivered, he had summoned Arbeus yesterday who had given him a way too real description about how he had banished Kratos back to the abys after violently dismembering and disembowelling him. Kratos had been killed inside the books pocket dimension, meaning he would have to reform in the abys before returning to the book.

“So Iskander, Thorn sat down next to him on the ground, you have been awake for three days now and yet have not told anything about this plan of yours.”

Iskander smiled as he looked at her, “it’s a plan to finally stop fleeing around the country.” Thorns eyes glowed with interest, “Are you serious Iskander, is this that one plan that you have debated about using since the moment you made the pact with “that one”?” Iskander nodded, “what choice do I have left, the army searches for me, the cultists are looking for me and they are not the only ones.”

Thorn had a worried look on her face, “it would allow you to rest and regain your strength but what about the army and the adventurers?” Iskander shrugged, if it succeeds I could finally have some rest and perfect my spells and enchantments, then we won’t even have to worry about them anymore.”

Thorn looked at him with a worried face, “are you sure about doing the ritual together with “that one”?” Iskander nodded, I have made my decision.”