She flaunted the presence of a powerful being without restraint. More was better, bigger was beautiful: a strong snake tail, the alluring curves of her arms... Annan had thought Dragons were the creator's miracles, but the Six-Armed Snake Demon was something else—
"Succubus, what are you looking at?"
Biross had always been sharp-eyed. She immediately spotted the male Succubus openly staring at her from the crowd.
"I'm looking at a masterpiece. A perfect creation."
The fascination in Annan's eyes was entirely genuine.
Fine scales rose across the skin beneath his gaze.
Perhaps Lady Lilith was overthinking it. Every pore and every drop of blood in this Succubus cried, I'm a Succubus. He might simply come from some small tribe in a remote region or another Plane.
"The Traitor and..." Biross looked at Annan.
"Beautiful Six-Armed Snake Demon, I am the rising star of the Succubus race!" Annan proclaimed his title at the top of his lungs.
"Call me Commander."
"Of course, beautiful Commander!"
Biross could only tell herself that Succubi were simply like this.
"You two stay. Everyone else, go rest. I have other arrangements for you."
The Chaos Cult members left, but twelve Ratfolk remained behind Albeck.
"You Ratfolk Things! Didn't you hear what the Six-Armed Snake Demon Commander said? Go rest!" Annan stepped forward like an eager lackey and challenged them.
Twelve pairs of scarlet eyes fixed on him at once. Annan stood his ground.
"Disperse."
Albeck raised a hand as he spoke, and only then did the twelve Ratfolk leave.
"At least you know your place." Annan swept Albeck with a disdainful glance, then returned to stand beside the Six-Armed Snake Demon.
The Six-Armed Snake Demon said nothing. She gave Annan, who had pressed himself close to her, a sidelong look.
"Sorry, Commander. I couldn't help myself..."