Substance began to glance about; previously, she had been in the dark, damp, and poisonous jungle of one of Abadis worlds, her legs pinned down by a half-dead Jordan. Who by some miracle was able to come back, even after being banished into a faze where only death resided, and now she herself was presently within a dreadful place. She didn’t understand this emotion, but it was similar to the feeling she got when she first met Michelle.
This sensation of oppression was horrible on many levels in this area; indeed, before Substance was a vast metropolis with no people; in fact, this city resembled something out of a horror film. The sky was a combination of crimson, purple, and black; the city itself appeared to be a standard modern-day city at first sight, yet the vibe in this location was eerie.
The surroundings were also extraordinarily quiet—to the point that one felt as if they were always being observed. In this scenario, that might very well be accurate. On the other hand, Substance had no intention of remaining here; as such, she lifted her hand to open an Aether portal via the rings; however, a flash of blue exited her fingers, but the portal she was attempting to create did not emerge. So she tried again, and it failed again and again, but her portals did not materialize, almost as if an outside force was preventing her from doing so.
Substance looked down at her hands, and for the first time, she was overcome with bewilderment; paradoxically, she had no idea what confusion was. But she was also surprised to hear a woman’s voice behind her. The woman’s voice sounded threatening; it seemed like hundreds of female voices fused together, reverberating at every syllable, enticing but intensely intimidating.
"It’s no use; those rings of yours would be a pain to deal with, so I took it upon myself and forbid there use in my domain, and upon my husband’s order, you would not leave her till I say otherwise."
Looking up, Substance noticed an attractive woman with huge, firm breasts and clear skin; she had a thick and soft figure as if she were designed just to seduce and please men; her thighs were thick, her ass was fat, and her breast bounced with the slightest movement. She had big pink horns that bent slightly to the rear and then upward; on the other hand, she had long pink hair and eyes and was staring down at Substance, arms folded.
Then another person appeared out of nowhere, evading Substance’s innate supernatural senses as she approached her, wrapped her arms around Substance’s neck, and smiled at her. Her attitude and outside demeanor were far more blissful than the one floating in the sky, as the unidentified woman said while looking down at her rear and her face.
"Damned girl, you’ve got a huge ass on you, larger than mine, which says a lot. I am considered to be the fattest among the six of us, but this is something different; you are so soft that I am tempted to strip you naked and have my way with you right now. Too bad we can’t, my cute little slime Pawg, because if we did, a certain blue-haired shota would murder us all if we irritated a certain blonde-haired heir, but man, your lord must appreciate that physique of yours on a regular basis. And to top it all off, you have a cute face to boot. Too bad you absorbed Zalana’s blood and didn’t acquire her enormous mommy milkers... Better luck next time, I guess."
This lady, unlike the previous, had a larger breast and ass than the one hanging in the air, but she appears weaker than the one floating in the sky, who was dressed in a black leather outfit. This woman is dressed in nothing but sensuous black panties and a bra, with a baggy blue jacket wrapped over her. Her horns were shorter, darker, and had a vibrant pink pattern on the both of them; they also curved sligthly to the rear, with the tip slanting slightly upwards.
Her hair, on the other hand, was dark blue-green and plaited into a giant braid with a morning star connected to it, signaling this woman’s fight with her hair. Her red eyes looked at Substance with vivid curiosity, while the woman in the sky looked down at the other succubus and commented as such.
"Oi...oi... Janice, what the hell are you doing? Get away from that thing, it’s dangerous to approach so stupidly like that."
Janice giggled slightly as she gazed up at the woman in the sky and remarked, grabbing her other arm to stroke her head lazily as she responded to her as such.
"Come on, Lorraine, don’t be like that; I am confident we can all get along. Look at her, does she appear harmless to you? If anything, she appears fuckable; I’m sure we can all talk this out, but I don’t believe she is completely impulsive. As Darling descr...
However, at that moment, Janice felt as if the force of several continents hit her at the speed of light directly in the face. As Substance gave her an annoyed back fist to the face as she raised her hands backward, the mere force behind that simple punch was so powerful that it sent Janice flying through hundreds of large buildings far away into the distance. Substance was not here to make friends; she does not need them, nor does she care about them. She was created in such a way that if Merciless died, she would kill herself since her existence had served its purpose; without Merciles, her life had no meaning.
But, meaning aside, her attention was drawn to Lorraine, who began to look down at her from below, making an irritated grimace and said.
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"Stupid bitch, what did I tell you? Stop thinking with your godamned pussy for once and utilize that non-existent brain of yours; we’re dealing with a creature that went toe-to-toe with our husband. Even if my husband was being lenient, if his seal was broken, the entire faze would perish beneath the blaze of Mammon and the disgrace of Leviathan."
Lorrain observed as she peered down at Substance, who was in a leaping position, her gaze fixed on this pink-haired succubi. She immediately understood that if she wanted to leave this weird world, she needed to get rid of this one first and foremost. As a result, just as she prepared to employ her maximum speed, she began to coat her fist in a black miasma flame, making her intentions apparent. Substance was ready to blow a hole through her face, unconcerned for her death; to her, she was a fucking wall that prevented her from carrying out her master’s desires.
And every fiber of her being automatically regards this as an awful sin that should not be forgiven. How could someone stop her from doing what she was told? They should all be grateful that they could be pillars that support her beloved master to even higher heights. That was the religious conviction of every particle, atom, and cell that comprised this being known as Substance Eldenblood.
A big crater grew beneath her feet, moving at speeds multiple times faster than light. Substance’s aim was to demolish the wall that was Lorraine and flee this location in order to get Lucy’s blood. Adding her DNA sample to the archive, but because time has frozen and Substance is flowing at a rapid pace, her perspective of time can only be described as fictitious. But she failed to grasp that certain walls are just unyielding.
Because in that time-stop reality, Lorraine’s face develops a nasty and cruel smirk as she stops Substance’s attack with nothing more than the tip of a single strand of her hair that moves as if it were any other arm or leg. The shock wave was so powerful that it shattered the city’s glass on the nearby buildings and caused many buildings across fifty kilometers to collapse as a result.
And now that very hair began to wrap around Substance as if it were a living being engulfing her completely and utterly in a pink cacoon, and with equal cruelty, this sadistic vixen began to control hair in such a way, spinning Substance in the cocoon of it so fast, to the point where a massive wind vortex caused the rubble to rise and join the source of the vortex attacking and attaching to it from all sides, crushing Substance from within, and after a giant sphere of rubble and hair was formed.
Lorraine’s hair tore apart, regrowing quickly and morphing into a giant bat that smashed into the rubble sphere with such force that Substance flew a total of 40 light-years across this infinitely large city in an instant, the attack ripping her to shreds in a brutal and cruel manner as a large line of havoc could be seen without end across this city construct.
Substance crashed into a large building, the rubble sphere breaking part within the crater of the building that she had landed in. Large amounts of her own blood were pouring from her eyes, ears, and nose, and a series of glass splinters and iron bars stabbed her from various parts of her body. In the humanoid form, she had a human anatomy; as such, the damage was indeed there; her bones were broken from all sides, and she was nearing total unconsciousness, as that one force was enough to put her out of commonission; as such, she fell to the ground completely unconscious, as her eyes went white.
When she fell to the ground, she was knocked back into consciousness as Lorrain appeared out of nowhere, both hands folded, but another hand made of hair connected to her head grabbed Substance by the face, squeezing it tightly as she put Substance in front of her, traveling at speeds faster than Substance’s maximum top speed. Lorrain continued viciously slamming Substance’s head and torso through innumerable buildings, but because of the speed she was traveling, the atmosphere began to heat up, triggering countless planet-sized nuclear explosions in her path that stretched many lightyears across in a straight line.
By the time Lorraine stopped, all that remained of Substance was a bloody smear of meaty remnants of her being stuck to her hair; whatever bits of her remains had disintegrated owing to the extreme heat and force. From there, Lorraine said this while whipping her hair, forcing the little meaty chunks of her to fall to the ground, and Substance died without realizing how she got into that predicament.
"Be honored, you slime cunt, that my husband was kind enough to save your data in this world; death is only like a mere sleep within the soul vault, we will resurrect you after your master comes back from his fight with that human."
With that, Substance’s fighting winning streak was broken so easily, like glass by the Ancient Succubus known as Lorrain.
