I Took A Succubus's First Time

The angels stared, unmoving, their gazes locked on the demon who had just unleashed that swirling, chaotic mass of dark energy toward them.

There was something about that attack.

It was something unnatural and bone-chilling.

It wasn't just the raw mana or the velocity of the blast. I

t was the way it twisted the air around it, as if reality itself recoiled from its presence.

The sheer pressure alone made the hairs on the back of their necks rise, and a paralyzing cold seeped into their bones.

In that moment, a dreadful realization washed over them like a crashing wave.

This demon wasn't ordinary.

She had been empowered.

And the source… was him. The one they feared.

The Child of Anti-Prophecy.

He wasn't a warrior by nature, not some legendary combatant whose strength alone could shape the tide of battle.

No—his gift, or perhaps his curse, was something far more dangerous.

The power he gave to others.

It was said the Child of Anti-Prophecy was destined to derail Yesh's sacred prophecy—the divine blueprint that foretold the complete eradication of all demons.

And more than that, he was the one foretold to slay Yesh.

Ironically, the Child himself wasn't powerful on his own.

His personal strength wasn't something to be feared.

But the moment he bonded with others, he turned them into monsters, capable of feats that bent logic and obliterated divine rules.

It had everything to do with connections.

The deeper the bond he shared with someone, the more powerful they became.

It was terrifyingly simple.

If you were to chart it on a graph, it would be a clean, unforgiving line. It would be directly proportional.

The stronger the emotional ties, the stronger the transformation.

So if this demon standing before them had been linked to him—if she had formed any sort of meaningful bond with that cursed child—then her current power wasn't just enhanced.

It was multiplied.

Doubled? No. Tripled? Possibly.

No… looking at the force of that dark energy, the cold pressure gnawing at their souls, it was likely even greater than that.

That was the true danger of the Child of Anti-Prophecy.

He wasn't just a threat.

He was a ticking time bomb that could shatter the heavens.

And keeping him alive?

A colossal mistake.

There was only one solution.

They couldn't let him come back. Ever.

Because if he were revived, the consequences would spiral beyond control.

He would no longer be human.

His essence—twisted by death and touched by demons—would become something new. Something unnatural.

A fusion of flesh and spirit.

He could return as a part-human, part-demon being.

Or worse, with a fallen angel in the mix, he might even carry traces of divinity twisted into something unholy.

A corrupted trinity.

But one fact was crystal clear—he would no longer be mortal.

He would join the ranks of the eternal.

Like demons, angels, and the fallen, he would no longer age.

No longer decay.

He would become an undying existence that time itself couldn't touch.

Some foolish humans longed for that kind of life. An endless life, untouched by age or death.

But most who obtained it regretted it deeply.

Immortality was a seductive illusion—

It was a dream that masked the slow, painful horror of watching everything you love fade away while you remain unchanged.

A curse wrapped in golden chains.

It was a fate worse than death.

And that fate, if given to the Child of Anti-Prophecy, would only magnify the chaos he already embodied.

Worse still, according to the most recent reports Gabriel had received, he had already begun to comprehend mana.

Not only that—he had undergone some kind of training.

His combat ability had improved at an alarming rate.

He had once managed to deflect a sword of light—traveling at high velocity—with nothing more than a bamboo sword.

That alone was absurd. But to dodge beams of light was also impossible.

And yet… he did it.

Gabriel could feel the tension building in her chest.

A cold knot of dread twisted inside her.

She was at a disadvantage.

The whole heavens were.

They didn't even know how he had died. There was no clear explanation. No traceable cause. At least, to them.

But one thing was clear.

They could not allow him to rise again.

Gabriel clenched her jaw as divine light sparked to life in her palm, condensing and shaping itself into a brilliant blade.

Beside her, the stoic one mirrored the motion, conjuring her own sword of light with grim silence.

"Oh? So we're doing this now, huh?" Yui's voice broke the silence, her tone playful, almost mocking. A wicked smile curled across her lips as she summoned her own radiant blade.

The glow of it contrasted beautifully against the darkness in her eyes. "Honestly, I was starting to think you two were just gonna stand there like statues and admire us."

Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "Someone like you doesn't deserve to wield a sword of light."

Yui let out a soft laugh, twirling the glowing blade in her hand with ease. "Oh, but I can, can't I? Look closely. I'm holding one right now," she said, waving it in a slow arc, as if taunting her.

It didn't matter.

They had one objective now—

It was to defeat Yui or if they couldn't do that, at least drain every last drop of her mana.

If they could do that, the Child of Anti-Prophecy would vanish completely.

That was the mission.

Without another word, the two angels launched forward—slicing through the air with divine speed, heading straight for their targets.

Yui reacted instantly.

Her wings erupted from her back in a burst of light and feathers as she shot into the sky like a missile.

"You're not getting away!" Gabriel shouted, her wings flaring as she surged upward in hot pursuit.

Meanwhile, the stoic angel had broken off and was charging at Hina.

But Hina didn't move.

She stood there, calm and unmoving, like a shadow sculpted from obsidian.

Her hand rose slowly, dark energy coalescing into a dense black sphere that pulsed with malevolent power.

She launched it forward without hesitation.

The stoic angel's eyes widened the moment it came near.

There was something in that attack—something indescribably wrong.

The aura it gave off reminded her of that dreadful moment back in the subconscious world, when she had been completely paralyzed by the sheer force of mana bursting out from the fallen angel.

It wasn't just power.

It was terror incarnate.

'We really have to exterminate that man… before it's too late,' she thought, her fists clenched tightly as her body trembled.

Now, more than ever, she understood.

That man wasn't just a problem for the angels.

He was the end of their prophecy.

The one who could destroy them all.

Even Yesh.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She screamed as she charged straight at Hina.

Hina raised her hand just in time, a dark barrier forming and absorbing the blast of light before it could touch her.

She simply shrugged off the angel's attack like it was nothing.

The angel's arm was flung backward, and her entire body recoiled from the force of the impact she had just released.

And in that moment, she left herself wide open.

The instant her arms recoiled—

Hina had already conjured a dense sphere of darkness in her palm and blasted it forward, aiming straight at her.

'Oh no!'

The thought flashed through the angel's mind as panic took over.

Her wings wouldn't respond. They couldn't propel her away in time.

So she did the only thing she could—she activated her barrier.

But the second the dark energy hit her, her barrier shattered like glass.

And then it hit her.

The explosion of dark force sent her flying, high into the sky.

The sheer power of it was overwhelming.

Yet somehow… she was still conscious.

But the damage she took was massive.

This wasn't like the subconscious world—no, this was real.

Here, she could die.

There would be no reruns.

No second chances.

No reset.

Thankfully, the barrier she activated just barely managed to soften the blow.

It still hurt like hell, but she had managed to dodge the full brunt of it.

Her vision blurred. She felt her awareness fading.

She was falling—

And then—

BAM!

She slammed into the ground.

"Shouldn't you be more concerned about your companion?" Yui teased, her voice light as she clashed swords with the other angel.

"Guh…!" Gabriel gritted her teeth, her body trembling.

She couldn't do anything for her ally right now. All she could do was pray she was still alive.

And in the meantime, she'd focus everything she had on this fallen angel.

"I'm going to eliminate you… whatever it takes!" she declared.

Suddenly, Gabriel's sword of light began to glow.

But this wasn't just a normal glow.

Light started to radiate from it, encompassing everything around her.

Yui's lips curled into a smirk.

"Hmm… so you're going to use that, huh? Are you sure about that? You do realize… you could die in the process, right?"

"That's a small price to pay," Gabriel said coldly. "As long as you die or burn out all your mana… the Child of Anti-Prophecy will vanish. There would be no revival. And then Yesh and the heavens will be safe."

"I see… I like your determination." Yui chuckled.

Gabriel was activating Divine Justice—a powerful ability that unlocked the full potential of an angel at the cost of exhausting all their mana.

Only Archangels had mastered it completely, but even lower-ranked angels could use it. The drawback was that it could easily cost them their lives.

"However—"

Yui's smirk deepened.

Her own sword of light suddenly burst forth with a blinding radiance.

"Don't think for a second you're the only one who can use that," she said with a confident smirk of her own.