Chapter 68: Teemah

Chapter 68: Teemah"Now that I’ve brought you here," Remu said, arms crossed, eyes locked on him, "I believe it’s time to uphold your end of the deal."

Daniel didn’t look at her. He was too busy.

The entire room felt like some kind of twisted pleasure lounge—dim red lights, velvet curtains, and the soft scent of incense in the air. He sat lazily on a throne of dark stone, completely naked, surrounded by a handful of naked women with inhuman beauty. Their skin glowed faintly under the light, eyes gleaming like cats in the dark, bodies soft and perfect and dripping with lust.

Succubi.

Each one more beautiful than the last.

One had hair the color of silver moonlight and long, curling horns. Another had glowing violet eyes and bat-like wings folded against her back. They giggled, purred, moaned quietly as they clung to Daniel—cupping his chest, kissing his neck, feeding on his energy like bees around nectar.

Even in all that chaos, Daniel’s voice was calm, bored.

"Yes, yes. I promised you power," he said, waving a hand lazily as one of the girls straddled his lap. "But I won’t fight your battles for you. I’m not your daddy or your knight or whatever fantasy you have. I’m here to clean up two pests that are challenging my throne back home."

He finally turned his head, just slightly, crimson eyes glowing like embers. "Once that’s done, I’m out. This realm stinks. Too dry. Too clean."

Remu didn’t flinch. In fact, she smirked. "Good. I don’t need you to fight for me. I want to kill Lucifer myself."

He chuckled. "Cute."



"Then give me the power already," she said, stepping forward.

Daniel sighed, almost dramatically, and waved a hand.

"Calm your horse, girl."

The floor trembled for a second before a massive red sigil lit up beneath them—an elegant, intricate circle covered in ancient symbols that pulsed with dark magic. The scent in the room shifted—like roses blooming in fire—and the air grew heavier.

From the sigil, a figure rose.

A woman.

A succubus.

But this one was different from the others. Taller. Sharper. Radiating authority.

She had long, silky black hair that shimmered like oil, cascading down her bare back. Her curves were impossible to ignore—hips wide, waist tight, her chest full and rising with every slow, deliberate breath. Her skin was flawless and glowed faintly with a dark pink hue. Wings like velvet shadows unfurled behind her, and two dark horns curled gently from her forehead.

She knelt on one knee before Daniel, head bowed. "You summoned me, my King."

Daniel didn’t even look down. "Teemah. Give this girl a Gilmore. Train her. Get her out of my sight."

"As you wish, my King."

Teemah stood and turned to Remu with a slight smile—playful, but with something sharp behind it.

"Come, little witch," she said, her voice smooth and honeyed. "Let’s give you a taste of what real power feels like."

She gently guided Remu toward the exit.

Behind them, Daniel had already gone back to his little kingdom of pleasure, lost in the soft moans and warm bodies of his harem, completely unbothered.



Elsewhere

"You really cleared out all the nests here in New York?" Dera asked, boots crunching over broken monster limbs as she walked toward him. "That’s seriously impressive—even by hunter standards. My father was shocked. He wants to meet you. Maybe even recruit you into the Hunter Association."

Lucifer didn’t even turn. His coat fluttered in the wind, blood dripping from his gloves as he wiped them against a ripped shirt nearby. Around him, monster corpses piled like garbage bags after a war. Fangs. Claws. Broken limbs. Silence.

"If it comes to that," he muttered, flicking the last drop of blood from his fingers, "I’ll have to decline."

He finally looked over his shoulder, smirking a little. "I like being a freebird."

But just as he finished, his expression changed—eyes narrowing slightly. He glanced to the side, as if something passed by in the wind. A cold ripple in the air. Something... ancient.

He blinked.

Gone.

He brushed it off.

More important things to deal with.

Dera stepped closer, her jacket fluttering, hand resting casually on the hilt of her blade. "You say that now, but do you even realize what being a hunter could mean for you? You’d be the first supernatural ever in the Association. You’d get access to forbidden archives, black-class gear, even legal protection. No more running. No more hiding."

Lucifer gave her a side glance. "Who’s running?"

"I’m serious," she insisted. "You’re strong. But you’re alone. Always alone. You’d have allies. Resources. Hell, even influence."

He chuckled under his breath. "Sounds like chains with extra steps."

Dera frowned. "You can’t stay rogue forever. The world’s getting messier. Monsters don’t fear anyone anymore. And now there’s talk of demon realm cracks and cursed bloodlines resurfacing. My father thinks the tides are changing."

Lucifer rolled his neck with a faint crack. "Then let them change."

"You could die," she said.



He turned to her fully now, hands in his pockets, eyes glowing faintly under the twilight. "I’m not afraid of dying, Dera. I’m afraid of being bored."

She stared at him, unsure if he was joking or just being himself again.

"Tell your dad I appreciate the offer," Lucifer said, stepping past her. "But I don’t do clubs."

And with that, he vanished into the wind, coat flaring as shadows swallowed his figure.

Back To The College

"It must be serious if our parents are calling us back," Angel said, appearing in the living room with her bag slung over her shoulder.

"With all the monster nests being wiped out—mostly thanks to Lucifer—the ones pulling the strings are probably getting nervous," Ella said as she came down the stairs, rolling her suitcase behind her. "Every clan, coven, and pack is calling their heirs back. For safety... and strategy."

Mob leaned against the wall, sipping bourbon from a crystal glass. "It’s a smart move. If those Class A and S-level freaks start crawling out of the shadows, we’ll need to be ready. Training at home, under proper wards, with our elders—best way to prep."

Ken was already by the door, hood up, bag slung across his chest. "Whatever. Let’s just go home and get this over with."

No one argued.

They all felt it in the air—change was coming.

And it wasn’t the kind they could ignore.