In the bed of the queen of succubi, we could see how beautiful the sight of the sun on her bounty body along with her cosmic bust and unique curves that could make any man fall for her.
The queen of succubi lost her taste in regard to getting his way with women. Now, she wanted to be possessed by Basil.
Queen of succubi: I see your soul mental spirit is a wave and your mental spirit is now a galaxy C spirit. But you're just planetary A. That makes me think a lot about what you could be in the future. You're a god of sex or something else. Initially, life could not hold a candle to death. But you make me see it differently.
Basil kissed her on her lips, tasting honey and lust in her glance. All of a sudden, he got his friend into her red rubies. They ended it in a few hours. After all, they still had to work on their bond and relationship.
Mortals wouldn't love to have relations with succubi: they needed to be 5 levels and 3 quality degrees superior to the succubus to mate or even be intimate with them, unless they would want to get sucked alive. The other thing might be that nothing reflected the way they could actually have the best capacity to mate succubi: they would have to be an incubus.
Basil: you still remind me of the love of mother. I think I've got mommy issues. Initially, I thought the Strom would swallow me hard and that no one would love me ever again... I was right... You just love my sword...
As he said that, the queen of succubi got closer to him, getting bigger in height to 14 feet to hold him in a loving embrace.
The queen of succubi: Basil... I'm Ashlee Lustias... The 51st queen of succubi. I've never had a man like you. I used to hate men. Now, I don't hate; you're one of them. You know I would kill and send them to be fucked up by an Incubus breed in any way possible. Honestly, I can consider you to be my husband. That's why I give you my blessings.
As she said this, a blessing was cast on Basil: the blessing of endless temptations. That would mean that he could tempt anyone to sleep with him and make them addicted to him below the multiverse realm.
Basil: so you're Ashlee, my wife. I still don't believe that you're one of the cruelest women I've ever met. I refuse to believe that. Really, I love you with fiber of my being.
Saying that he got to get his way with Ashlee, sleeping with her for two weeks without any rest. After all, he was trying to put a bun in the oven. To do it, they used their mental spirits: the Ancient Kun Peng and the lust dragon of light, Chaos and darkness. They mated in alignment with their spirits to create an offspring in her baby making house.
To everyone's surprise, after getting pregnant she brought back Basil to the throne, giving him a 1 feet crown of heavenly steel with red eyes.
Ashlee: This day from now forward, you've got a new king beside your new king. He will come back when he turns 18 years old. Basically, he is my husband and the the owner of every succubi in the multiverse apart from that bitch... Anyway, this is your new. BASIL REX! BASIL BASIELEOS! BASIL KING OF HELL!
The succubi and the male succubi in the castle went after it.
BASIL REX! BASIL BASIELEOS! BASIL KING OF HELL!
BASIL REX! BASIL BASIELEOS! BASIL KING OF HELL!
BASIL REX! BASIL BASIELEOS! BASIL KING OF HELL!
Thereafter, everyone was gone, leaving a void in the heart of the queen. Now, it was Basil's time to leave with Keyla who was smiling at him beside the portal
Basil: I will miss you, my wife... Really... You mean the whole world to me. After all, you're the second woman to move my heart that way... I will treasure our time together. Trust me... I will come back to conquer hell. Honestly, I thought you would come with me. You have your own responsibilities... What a mess! Don't ever forget me.
If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know a man, don't bother analyzing his ways of being silent, of talking, of weeping, of seeing how much he is moved by noble ideas; you will get better results if you just watch him laugh. If he laughs well, he's a good man. There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one's idea for thirty-five years; there's something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps the most important of your ideas.
It was their last day in hell. I believe like a child that suffering will be healed and made up for, that all the humiliating absurdity of human contradictions will vanish like a pitiful mirage, like the despicable fabrication of the impotent and infinitely small Euclidean mind of man, that in the world's finale, at the moment of eternal harmony, something so precious will come to pass that it will suffice for all hearts, for the comforting of all resentments, for the atonement of all the crimes of humanity, for all the blood that they've shed; that it will make it not only possible to forgive but to justify all that has happened. That is the wat Basil is. Do not look at him with that glance. After all, he never met his father.