Deep blue eyes looked at the woman prostrated before him, soft and gentle. She had come here, begging and pleading as they all do.
'Perhaps I could be convinced to allow you and yours to go free,' his body bent over, arm extending to lift the woman's chin with a black claw.
She looked at Dragnipur with tears in her eyes; a brokenness to them that made him smile, a cruelness to it that was lost on the broken soul before him; his visage demonic and terrible, as was his power; a power that he wasn't remiss to use against those within his control. However, she looked grateful, thanking him so pathetically as she started to weep again, promising to go anything and everything if that was the case; if her and her kin could be free once more.
Her kin were most likely not of relation, but to the incubus, he cared little.
The black claw slit her throat, a soft gasp of surprise and pain escaping as the woman began to drown on her own blood. Within minutes she would have drowned on the blood; others bent to his will would be all too happy to clean up the woman's body. Those with her, all insignificant to him, stared in horror; the few children amongst them openly crying. His demonic eyes caught theirs, allowing the pressure of his power, of his mere presence, to crush their spirit; to break them utterly. A few of the grown men wet themselves, as the children did, as he allowed his malevolence to manifest.
He made a gesture with his hand, the humans making muffled noises as their lives were snuffed; behind them, hidden in the shadows, were lesser demons he had turned from humans had slit their throats, gorging themselves on the blood flowing so freely.
The dark cave, lit only by the light of lava that flowed through the deep cracks, and he sat upon a raised platform. Dragnipur crossed his legs, an elbow resting on an arm of his chair, his throne, as he leaned his head into the fist. He stared at his creations, frowning, before making another gesture, killing them. His tail twitched, irritated.
Dragnipur, incubus by nature, was lean with hard muscle; dark, purple hair covered his arms, legs, and back; his chest was bare save a patch of hair; the blonde hair was long, thick, with tints of green spread throughout: a color made easier to see in the odd lighting of his home, a dormant volcano that he had carved into, making a space for himself. He cared little for the power struggles the other monsters would engage in, admitting to himself reluctantly that he craved such a fight to test his hellish might. Beneath the hair, scales as hard as any dragons, his chest bare save the patch of hair. Two marks on each cheek stand out; two horns of the demonic nature protrude from his forehead, veins seem to protrude from the base of these horns; just below his ears are another pair of horns which are ram-like, as are his ears: the ends of his ears ending in tufs of blue hair.
Instead, however, he spent the days engaged in feasting, gorging, and debauchery; many human women had been drained of their lifeforce, his hunger insatiable and infinite. Those he brought back to play with didn't last long, and those that did still didn't last very long. Still, he acquired quite the harem around him; which was quite impressive given the lack of humans, let alone human women, around.
One of which had come from behind him, a hand trailing down the demons chest; fingers curling in his chest hair, another came from his left side, crawling on all fours to prostrate herself before him much like the other woman had, her body still there as blood drained from the open wound. The woman crawling to him seemed to not notice the blood, or the body, as she moved over it. Both her hands moved up his legs, a soft growl escaping his lips as he felt her going against his hair; from pleasure or displeasure, none knew, but she wasn't perturbed as both hands moved the loincloth that hung so loosely around his waist, taking the demonic member into her mouth, making soft moans as her head bobbed up and down the hardening shaft.
While there were other monsters out there, monsters that held more influence or territory than he did, Dragnipur was hardly concerned about them; the larger ones hardly noticed those like him, lest they made a nuisance of themselves. Mostly, those like Dragnipur, fought over territory or food, or many other reasons monsters seem to conjure up to try and destroy one another.
He himself had killed a few that had walked into his volcanic home.
After a few minutes, allowing the concubines to pleasure him, taking turns with their mouths as the other joined the first, Dragnipur rose, retiring to his room; the two followed him, joined by a handful of others women joined the trio.
Soon, screams could be heard echoing throughout the volcanic cave, whether of pleasure or pain, none could be sure.