"About time," he grumbled, moving his mouse toward the start button. He was grinning, though. "Let's see... Right, we start with the classic scrolling text for the game's background. Lucy the heroine has trained her whole life to fight Devilla Satanne, the demon queen - well that's a porn name if I've ever heard one. Lucy has made a solo trip to the demon tower, against the wishes of the church... Yada yada yada... Bla bla bla... Alright. So it's like Alice said - a hundred and one floors, ten generals, and the demon queen as the final boss. You seriously wouldn't know this was a porn game from the description, though... Guess that's why they put warnings all over the store page."
Jacob waited for the scrolling text to finish, then left clicked to start the game. Despite being porn, the game had a surprising amount of combat. The heroine, Lucy, had to work her way through a narrow passageway, slowly climbing up the tower, defeating demons with her sword as she went.
Most of the climb was fairly monotonous, with only the floor counter in the upper left corner telling the player how far they had progressed. Every tenth floor, however, the passageway would open up into a wide area; the boss room. From there, one had the option of either trying to seduce the demon general through dialogue, or just jumping straight to combat. Either way victory ended with the demon general submitting to Lucy, having sex with her, and then giving her part of their magic power so that she'd be strong enough to fight her way through the next ten floors. The dialogue boxes seemed to ignore the hacking and slashing Lucy had been doing so far, with the generals and Lucy both treating it as if she'd simply incapacitated all the demons she'd met so far.
The combat was exciting for Jacob. So was the dialogue, though in a very different way. Combined with the fact that every demon in the tower seemed to be a hot girl, Jacob could see why Alice had recommended the game to him. She knew Jacob was almost as fond of lesbian porn as she was, after all.
"Though it's sort of strange how all most of the demons just look like different types of monster girls," Jacob had to admit.
***
I held out my arms, allowing my maids to examine me carefully for any defects in my state of dress. My outfit was pure white, with a pleated skirt that stopped just short of my knees and a backless, armless top that hugged my breasts and showed off all my curves. All of it had been tailored to fit me perfectly, and it had even been adjusted the very day before, so there was little doubt of it fitting right. This was my coronation, though, and there was no room for error.
"Everything looks wonderful, Princess," one of my maids declared. She was a lamia, a lady with the bottom half of a snake and an upper half that was mostly human. She was also one of the many demons that served me - not a true demon, like the lesser succubus who'd delivered my breakfast, but it was all the same so far as the human church was concerned. If you weren't a human, you were a demon, and that was all there was to it.
"I have your shoes ready, Princess," another of my maids told me. This one was something of a rarity: a unicorn girl, with hair as white as white as my own, if only half as long, and a single pale horn growing from her forehead. She was holding out a pair of high heels, which of course also matched the white motif. I stepped into the proffered shoes without comment, slipping my toes through the open ends and allowing my unicorn maid to strap them on.
"Your generals are ready, Princess!" yet another maid called, opening the doorway. I couldn't see many of her features from where I was standing, but she seemed to have a faint green tinge to her skin. Perhaps a goblin, then? I didn't care enough to check.
"Let them be ready," I told the maid. A faintly ticklish sensation spread across my back, then disappeared. I heard a faint gasp from one of my maids, and it brought a smile to my lips. It was always like this when I manifested my wings. I was sure they looked magnificent today, as always - each feather as dark as the void itself.
"I'll make my way to the throne room at my own pace."
***
Jacob let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He'd managed to seduce the final general, which was good. According to Alice, if you entered combat with her it wouldn't end until she was completely destroyed. In other words, there wouldn't have been a sex scene.
"Though it's not exactly like I really have time to enjoy it, anyway," Jacob groused to himself. It was almost seven A.M. Jacob had been playing nonstop since the night before, something he would never have done if it hadn't been the first day of his weekend. He was tired, and desperately wanted to sleep, but he was so close to finishing the game that he couldn't quite bring himself to stop playing. True, he was more or less numbly skipping through the majority of the dialogue, at this point. He wasn't even paying full attention to the sex scenes. The game let you make a save file whenever you defeated a general, though, so once the sex scene was unlocked you could simply reload the file and run through it all over again. Even if he didn't have the energy to enjoy it during this play through, being able to go through it at his leisure later would be well worth the trouble.
"Next up is the demon queen..." From what Jacob had read, the generals were only capitulating to the heroine because Devilla herself was so terrible to them. Even Lucy herself seemed to view the demons as pitiable victims of Devilla, true villainess. It made Jacob wonder just how bad the woman really was.
***
I walked into the throne room with a smile on my lips. I was calm, and confident. The coronation was barely more than a formality to me, after all. I already wielded supreme power over my people, and had since I was mere thirteen hours old. Indeed, there was only one part of this ceremony that held any real importance to me, and that was the Rite of Insight: a holy spell that would grant me access to an archive of knowledge. It had been passed down from demon queen to demon queen. Now that I was twenty one, it would finally be mine.
My generals were already waiting for me, naked and kneeling in a display of vulnerability and submission. A wooden stand had been placed in front of the throne, and atop it was a small box, made of pure gold. It would open only for a member of the royal line, and it contained the spell that would cement my position as a great and powerful demon queen.
Of course first I had to listen to the orator discuss our history. She was a wolf woman, with a bushy tail and furry ears. She was likely quite beautiful during her own time, but her long and wild hair had long since turned grey with age, and her face bore deep wrinkles. She had held the position of orator since my mother's time, making her something of an oddity. Almost everyone else who held a position in that administration, including all but one of my generals, had either resigned or been let go.
"We begin the story with the Fallen One - Luci..." The orator's voice droned on, and I found my thoughts drifting within moments. I knew most of the story already, anyhow. How long ago humans and demons, then known simply as monster girls, had warred over territory. How the angels above had declared humanity the goddess's chosen ones, even though the goddess herself had long since gone on a journey. What's more, the angels went and created the heroine, a human woman who actually absorbed magic power from the demons she killed. Even killing her did no good - another one would simply be born nine months later.
That was what caused Luci, my ancestor, to grow angry with her sisters' favoritism. Unable to turn them aside from their new path, she chose to fall from grace and descend to earth. She gathered the monster girls under her banner, helping them to fight back against the humans and their angel backing. She also chose not to fight the humans herself, however, turning her power only on the angels' aberration of a chosen heroine. Despite being made queen, her goal was to counterbalance her sisters' influence, not to eradicate humanity or lead the monster girls to supreme victory. Her descendents followed the same principle, only going to battle against the heroine, and only when the power of the angels' had grown strong enough within her.
Of course, that refusal to take part in battle was a big part of why our territory had been reduced to a single tower. One in the middle of a wasteland, no less, thanks to the last heroine unleashing a rather large amount of holy magic.
She was the one who'd taken my mother, too, when I was a mere thirteen hours old. I hated the entire thrice damned line of heroines, but I hated
her
the most. Jodeyne. It was all
her
fault that we were in such dire straits. It certainly wasn't because of anything
I'd
done.
