White Lotus in the Abyss

Among succubi, there was a crude but incisive saying: "All work and no fucking turns a smart succubus into a dumbfuck."

That line perfectly summed up Soteria's brief and failed life as a demon.

From the day she had been spawned and shaped by the aftershocks of chaos and divinity amid the surging chaotic flesh of the Bottomless Abyss, until today, she had never figured out how to become a "qualified" succubus.

"Haah—"

That was her thirteenth sigh of the day.

At that moment, she was clutching a rag soaked in some unidentified fluid, laboriously wiping down a chair carved from a bone devil's spine in a third-class private room of the Pleasure Garden.

As the most renowned den of ecstasy in the Upper City of Alushinyrra, the largest city in the Midnight Isles, every corner of the Pleasure Garden reeked of desire and depravity.

And she, Soteria, was a cleaner there.

She had been born in a chaotic age.

After Nothikura, the former Succubus Queen, carried out a world-shaking betrayal and ascension, she had taken her place among the gods and become the Goddess of Redemption in the High Heavens.

In the years that followed, the entire Midnight Isles had fallen into a vacuum of power and a period of reshuffling. Countless demons perished amid revelry and slaughter, while countless newborns like her came squalling into existence from the boiling energies of the Abyss.

But the instant Soteria opened her eyes for the first time and saw the world clearly, she realized she was somewhat different from her brethren made purely of evil. She seemed to have a conscience.

In the Abyss, that thing was even more laughable and deadly than chastity or honesty. Here, compassion was a fatal flaw to be exploited at once, while kindness was a