Zion expected the underworld to look like, well, hell. He imagined erupting volcanoes covering the land in lava, monsters roaming around, killing anyone in sight, and demons fighting among each other for power.
He thought he would be seeing blood everywhere, a hierarchy based on strength, and demons who would be trying to please stronger ones to be protected by them.
Finally, he thought it would look like the fracture he was in, drowned in complete darkness with no stars in the sky.
Instead, there was a sky, filled with clouds and stars, albeit the sky was red.
There were roads, buildings with actual infrastructure, and people riding in carriages pulled by what looked to be horses.
Children roamed the streets, parents played with their kids, and people used money to buy from stores.
Although they were of a different species in a different land, no, realm, they still looked...
"Normal, huh?" Lilith said, snapping Zion out of his trance.
"Huh? What?" He stammered
"The underworld, or demon world, as we call it. It looks normal, right? Just like your world. You probably expected us to be killing each other and shit like that didn’t you?"
Zion put his head down in shame. "I can’t deny that."
"That’s racist by the way."
"Yeah, I know. My bad."
She rubbed his face, leaning down as she was taller than him. Her boobs bounded, swaying from side to side as her beautiful purple eyes stared into his.
She whispered into his ear, her voice low, calm, and sultry. "That’s okay, sweetie. I’ll forgive you. Besides, you’ll be doing a lot for us, and I want to make sure we build a good, healthy, and long relationship."
"Oh, I can do that alright," Zion said excitedly.
Lilith smiled. "Good. Now follow me and don’t make a scene." She clamped a color onto his neck with a chain that extended into her hands.
"Hmm? Oh that? It’s a slave collar." She replied as if putting a slave collar on him was some sort of kink he had.
"Yeah, I figured. But why is it on me?" Zion asked, his voice getting slightly high.
People started looking at them, murmuring under their breath.
Lilith rolled her eyes, pulling on the chain, then slapping Zion across the face, which sent him flying into a wall. She tugged at the chain once more, dragging Zion back to her feet, then lifted him up by holding his cheeks, her fingers pressed into them.
"Listen, slave. You’re here because I happened to find you interesting. Don’t mistake that as me caring for you. You do what I want, do as I say, and don’t you EVER raise your voice at me again unless you wish to die. Do you understand?!"
Seeing Lilith was utterly frightening. Zion could feel her anger, her power, and her dominance. He would have been scared and confused if he hadn’t caught on after the first slap.
"Y-Yes." He said in a low tone.
She slapped him one more time, blood being drawn this time.
"Yes, mistress." He replied in a weak, scared voice, tears streaming down his face.
"Good boy. Now be an obedient toy, and I’ll treat you better than my other slaves. But misbehave again, and I’ll show you why we’re called demons."
She started walking, pulling the chain as her hips swayed and her ass bounded.
"Heh, serves him right. Lowly human."
"How dare a human raise its voice at our beloved Lady Lilith. I would have killed him on the spot."
"I feel bad for the guy. She’s a succubus, so he’s definitely not seeing tomorrow."
"He gets to fuck her though. I’m so jealous. You think I have a chance?"
"Bro, what’s the point in having a good time with her if you’ll just die after?"
Hiding behind a building was a cloaked figure who watched the entire scene go down. They disappeared, vanishing into mist to relay what they saw to their master.
"Was the slap necessary, though? My face is still swollen." He and Lilith were in a carriage on their way to her castle. His cheek was red, and he swore he could see it pulsing.
"While a lot of demons don’t care for the war between us and your people, that doesn’t mean they like you all. Just as in your world, you have propaganda, we have that here as well. Humans are looked at the same way demons are in your land. Not just humans, but elves and dwarves as well."
"So you wanted them to believe that I was your slave and was defying you?"
"That’s right." She nodded, happy that Zion understood.
"Do you treat all your slaves this way?" He asked unseriously.
"I don’t have any slaves. They’re all dead."
"Ahh, you’re a succubus. Death by snu-snu. Not a bad way to go out, but I pity them."
"Don’t worry about it. Anyway, tell me what I need to do while I’m here. I’m sure it’s not just pretending to be your slave." Zion assumed
"Well, besides what my master and I want you for, yes, there is something else you need to do. You see, I’m an Archdemon, and there are only five of us. We rule the demon world and have it split between five provinces. Mine is the Lust province. Where we were was the neutral area where we allowed the people to rule. Anyway, my point is, you need to stay vigilant and don’t do anything that would make it seem like you’re not my slave."
Zion shrugged. "That seems easy."
"I wish it were. Since we have our own goals, I’ll have to make you my personal slave, one who follows me around. This will draw the attention of the other Archdemons, and they will question your existence, or just kill you outright."
"What kind of system do you guys have? Why would they kill me just because? Sure, I can understand if it’s because I’m a human, judging by the way you’re talking, it seems happens often with your own kind. That’s fucked."
Lilith sighed. "I know, but it’s how we operate. Just don’t do anything stupid. I may be one of the stronger Archdemons, but not even I can take on all five of them at the same time."
Zioin then got an idea. "Hex me then. Put like a loyalty hex on me or something. I don’t know."
"Oh yeah, I can do that. Good thinking, slave."
"Hehe, thanks. Wait, why did you call me a slave?"
She didn’t respond, only smiled.
"Oh god, I don’t like that smil-AGGGHHHHHHHGHHGHGGHHHAHH!" She hexed him.