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// 16 - Youth in Ecstasy - Revenge and Justice. 
// Story: Diamond of Darkness 
// by alfonso_rd_33 
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Of course, once Morrigan appeared in Opal's office, the ancient succubus was yelling at her. Morrigan had never seen Opal so enraged! On any other day, Morrigan would be terrified by now, but she felt too strong to fear Opal right now.






Diamond of Darkness Chapter XVI: Youth in Ecstasy - Revenge and Justice.






"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA YOU HAVE DONE?"

Opal screamed, furious that the little half-breed bitch had cost her a mortal, true, that mortal did not offer that much power, nor was it particularly pleasant for the succubi, but the stupid half-breed had no right to rise from the level Opal defined as her proper place, nor much less to kill a, more valuable than her in Opal’s eyes, human.

"YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED THE MORTAL! HE IS DEAD IN HIS BED RIGHT NOW! HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID! WHAT GOOD IS HE FOR US DEAD?"

"Well, he's certainly done me more good dead than he would have made me alive."

Morrigan smiled, totally unconcerned with Opal's anger, the soul running through her veins strengthening and driving her on while Opal trembled with fury! How dare the little bitch ignore her!? She was Opal! Staff Teacher of the Beacon Dream Factory, and a proud pure-blooded succubus from the House of Aensland!

"You ... you insolent little half-breed whelp! You'll pay for this! "

Morrigan smiled. How weak Opal seemed to her now. How helpless her anger, like a yapping puppy. She couldn't believe she was ever afraid of this bitter little bureaucrat!

"You know, I'm starting to think of myself not as a half-breed, but as a hybrid; stronger than the sum of my parts. So no, I don't think you're making me pay for this, Opal."

Opal's face was almost purple with anger. She tore around her desk and stalked up to Morrigan, looking pedantically at the girl.

"YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS MISTRESS OPAL, UNDERSTOOD, HALF-BREED BITCH!?"

Fearlessly, Morrigan smiled at her "superior", firmly convinced that Opal was collaborating with the stupid witch who had plagued her dreams from day one, so, once her revenge had been obtained in the Mortal's dream, Morrigan was seeking revenge on the real world, starting with the bitch who let the witch in.

"I think not, little Opal."

Opal barely saw the blow that knocked her back over her desk. The availability to monitor the dreams that other succubi were working on was extremely limited. She did not know how the mortal had died, nor what means Morrigan had used to kill him. Certainly, she had no idea that the young half-breed succubus had consumed the mortal's soul, or that she even knew that such a feat was possible. All Opal knew was that the blow had hurt a lot and that more was probably on the way.

"AAARRGGGHHH!!!"

Opal was one of the oldest living succubi, so she wasn't willing to let a little *half-breed* girl outdo her. She rose from where she'd fallen, and snarled as she leaped at the smirking, pale-green-haired little brat. Opal lashed out, her fingers curling into claws, and she was surprised when Morrigan simply leaned away from the vicious blow. The smiling half succubus crossed her arms and waited for the old woman to attack again, looking completely unconcerned. Opal struck again and again, but Morrigan would simply dodge, with the bare minimum of movement and effort, and continued to smile mockingly at the older succubus.

"You are a slippery little worm, I will  admit that."

Opal gasped, out of breath as the little mongrel pussy continued to smirk, which angered Opal endlessly. It simply wasn't possible for *her*, a pure-blooded succubus, born and bred through the centuries in the House of Aensland, I would lose to a mixed-breed brat girl born to any petty, nameless human whore in an unimportant corner of the Human World.

"But let's see you dodge THIS!"

Morrigan raised an expectant eyebrow, disappointed at Opal's performance thus far. However, her eyes widened as Opal's fists began to glow with a sickly yellow light Morrigan took a defensive fighting stance, preparing for something more dangerous.

"SOUL FIST!"

Opal pushed both fists forward, shooting out the energy of a soul that he had consumed long ago, in her younger days. Opal believed that it would leave her a little weaker for its loss, but he had a few others inside her body to keep her powers, even if they were already getting a bit old and stale.

Morrigan, having no idea what the ball of light's impact would do to her if it hit (and didn't feel like finding out) jumped over it, hovering briefly airborne through her larger wings as she hit the stone wall of Opal's office behind her. She heard a faint cry from the ball as it dissipated; the agony of the tired old soul as it faced oblivion.

Morrigan landed softly as Opal fell to one knee, gasping for the effort to use that attack after all these centuries sitting behind her desk. The fact that spending her soul left her weaker than expected generally didn't help either. At least she had a few more that she could shoot the brat, but if she didn't catch her breath first, the strain itself could kill her.

"That was a very interesting technique. If I'm right, that was a soul that you had consumed, used as a weapon, yes?"

Morrigan commented, having understood the technique by witnessing it only once, which made Opal's eyes widen in shock and surprise.

"Yes."

Opal wheezed. She had let herself get out of shape too much, that was her excuse to explain her current weakness before Morrigan.

"How can you move so fast?"

"Training. Something I doubt you have spent much time over the past few centuries if you have ever done."

Morrigan replied smugly, completely enjoying looking at Opal in such a weak state and wanting nothing more than to see that despised excuse of a broken and humiliated succubus before her, to see her degrade herself in a vain attempt to survive, only to deny her even that mercy.

"You brat..."

Opal gasped as she fell to her knees again, exhausted and the loss of a soul taking its toll on the succubus' old body, who only looked at the little half-breed, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing her submit.

"Now let's see. Did you push your fists forward like that, and then eject the soul within you towards your opponent? "

Morrigan mused aloud as she imitated the action multiple times, Opal gasping as the few souls she had begun working overtime in a futile attempt to replenish the energy she had lost, then Opal huffed, still too exhausted to get up from her knees, only to see Morrigan grin cruelly and pretend to attack her, causing Opal to shudder with primal, senseless fear.

"Now, I want to know why you kept giving me those disgusting dreams."

Of course, Opal refused to speak, causing Morrigan to stalk her and, without warning, brutally kicked her, twisting the head of the older succubus to its limits.

"Well bitch, I'm waiting."

Threatened Morrigan, unaware, like Opal, that many of the succubi had completed their tasks, including Aurora herself, and had flocked to Opal's office to get new ones, but had wisely become silent witnesses of the show of strength that the Heiress of Belial was executing.

"J... just before you and Lady Diamond came to the factory that first day, Lord Lucien met me, He told me that Master Belial wished that we should not offer special considerations to the two of you to prepare you the best we could for your ascendances, ordering me to give you both the most unpleasant and degrading dreams we had."

Opal scoffed, her voice condescending even when she had to gasp for air, which made Morrigan frown as she remembered how enjoyable and easy Diamond's tasks had been so far, realizing they were designed to keep the generally shining filly from actually learning anything useful.

"And the witch? What about the witch who has been assaulting me in the dreams that *YOU* gave me?"

This confused Opal enough to break her out of the sadistic reverie that came from  finally revealing her true feelings towards the half-breed cunt, so she stammered

"W... Witch? What witch are you talking about? I just gave you the worst of the worst dreams we had! Besides, it is impossible for anyone other than a succubus to enter a human dream!"

This response made Morrigan frown as she was sure both bitches were conspiring to make her suffer, however it seemed that Opal just despised Morrigan, worshiping the floor that Diamond stepped on, just like the rest of the succubi from Aensland, so she said.

"Let's see if I can do the same trick you did before, yes?"

"Ha! A little half-breed like you could never use such a powerful demonic attack!"

Morrigan smiled cruelly and did exactly that. The soul that Opal had been forced to spend had been maintaining her energy levels for almost eight centuries, and although it could never be fully used in that way, it was far from being as powerful as it had been the day it had been consumed. Furthermore, it had been the soul of a callous Chinese warlord who did not much care how people suffered on his land. He was certainly an evil soul, but there were worse out there.

The soul that Morrigan had devoured was not ten minutes old and had belonged to one of the evilest human beings alive at the moment. Morrigan's Soul Fist not only flew faster, but it was also ten times more powerful than the one Opal had shot at her just now.

Opal didn't even have time to scream.

Morrigan immediately fell to her knees, clutching her stomach, which seemed to have been ripped out along with the soul.

"No... the power... is gone! All of it  is gone!"

Morrigan sobbed as she desperately watched as Opal's smoking corpse began to dissolve, waiting for Opal's soul to appear and devour it.

Unfortunately for Morrigan, an unwritten rule of Diamond's Magic of Slavery was that, upon the death of any of her succubi, her soul would go to Diamond's body, to keep it safe until the Mistress could place it in a new body that would be rewritten to resurrect the dead succubus. So Opal's body simply disintegrated into non-existence.

Only Morrigan's well-trained and muscular body gave her the strength to stand up once more, if only after several minutes. After half an hour, Morrigan felt as strong as before consuming the evil soul, but after having tasted the power that such a soul had given her, she felt practically nothing.

Just a cure for that.

Morrigan thought. She would have to eat more souls, so Morrigan began searching through the stacks of dormant sleep crystals. The first one she took was familiar. It belonged to the mortal, Shui. He was scheduled for another wet dream tonight. Good, she thought. She could go into his dream, kill him and devour his...

No. She couldn't do that. Shui was the one who had taught him, albeit inadvertently, how to fight. He had taught her that she did not have to be a victim. She owed him more than ending his life just to increase her powers.

Carefully he set Shui's crystal aside on Opal's desk.

Morrigan sighed and moved to another pile of crystals, recognizing this as the pile that Opal had been looking at when describing Morrigan's next tasks earlier. Yes, there was the one she had mentioned, the man who wanted to cut off her arms and legs and rape her while she was bleeding to death. As she considered devouring this man's soul, she was glad to discover that such a thought did not bring feelings of guilt, but of anticipation and great satisfaction. Yes, this human monster would be the first.

“M... Miss Morrigan? H... How is that possible?"

Aurora said in a trembling voice, still surprised by the literal miracle she had witnessed.

"Well honestly it was easy, Opal was pathetically weak. I guess that's why Miss Goodbitch kept her on a desk job, once again this job caters to a wide range of problems, and I could feel the sealed power of Miss Schnee, so Maybe Opal's position was due more to nepotism than real skill."

This statement surprised Aurora, who responded while looking at Morrigan.

"B... But you're half-human! There's no way you can be as strong as any full-blooded succubus, let alone a really powerful one like Opal."

Coincidentally, Morrigan picked up Shui's dream crystal from the desk, slipped it into her left hand, then lowered her right fist to the center of the obsidian slab that made up the surface of the desk.

It shattered. Not cracked, no broke, shattered.

The other succubi gaped at the simple fact that they were assigned to a job as unattractive as the Dream Duty, these succubi Morrigan worked with were naturally at the lower end of the power ladder. It was doubtful that many of them could *lift* one end of the massive stone desk, much less destroy it. She wondered if any of them had ever eaten a human soul. Perhaps it was a secret that the most powerful succubi kept to themselves. To ensure their continued supremacy.

Morrigan smiled to herself. Well, that was fine. If any of them asked her how she had gotten so strong, she would just say it was her training. or. Still, Aurora was the first to find her voice.

 

"Um... so... since you killed Opal... Does that mean you're in charge now, Miss?"

She asked meekly, her eyes instantly moved to the floor. Morrigan looked at the sad office. Did she aspire to the Life of Opal? Sitting behind a desk while other succubi did all the work?

"No... I don't think so. I have somewhat higher and loftier aspirations. Would you like the job, Aurora?"

Morrigan eventually said, to which the low-key succubus blinked, no one had asked her such a question ever.

"Me?"

Morrigan shrugged easily, finding cute how shy Aurora became now that Morrigan presented herself as the mighty one, but she knew she had to empower her older companion.

"If you want. It could turn out that the higher-ups prefer someone else to take office, but in the meantime, the position is open."

Aurora seemed uncomfortable. She had never been in such a responsible position, even so, she said shyly.

"Well... I guess if there's no one else..."

Morrigan nodded. Then he took a crystal from the 'especially sadistic' pile, handed it to Aurora, and allowed her to feel the nature of the dream for which it was intended.

 

"This was just a thought I had before I killed Opal."

She said evenly, watching as the other succubus's face twisted in disgust at the dream she was holding.

 

"Maybe some mortals don't deserve to be given dreams by us succubi."

And Morrigan winked at the confused Aurora, whose face showed more and more disgust as the nature of the dream seeped into her more and more.

 

"Just a thought."

"But... don't we have to do it anyway?"

Aurora frowned, after all, everyone knew that dream service succubi had to continue corrupting mortals no matter what or face oblivion. At this response, Morrigan shrugged.

 

"What would be the point? The dreams we give are meant to slowly corrupt mortals; make them evil. This mortal, and others like him, are already evil enough. I see no reason why we should force a succubus to endure their sick and painful perversions without measurable gain."

She patted her almost-friend on the shoulder when she turned to leave, a veritable pile of the most unpleasant dreams kept in a handbag, probably Opal's before her untimely demise.

"Now you're in charge; it's up to you. I've learned everything I can I'm this place."

And taking one of the dream crystals from the "especially nasty" pile, Morrigan vanished, taking the bag of dream crystals with her when she entered the first dream.

In the silence of Morrigan's departure, the other succubae watched Aurora curiously, wondering what she would do.

Aurora frowned at the crystal of dreams in her hand, which belonged to a monster that raped and murdered children when she was awake and liked it. dreaming of the same thing. He was already going to hell for his actions in the real world. As Morrigan had said, there was no need to corrupt him further while he slept. It would do no more than making one of his fellow succubi suffer.

Aurora squeezed the crystal until it shattered.

That was a pervert who would never find sexual satisfaction in his dreams again.

Morrigan did not take too long in each of the dreams of evil mortals, always receiving Aurora's warm smile every time she appeared to enter the next dream. Unlike the first man she had killed, she did not drag things around just to vent her anger. However, she did enjoy imposing a perverse form of justice against each of them, based on what he knew they were waiting for. The man who wanted to amputate each of his limbs had done the same to him, and she kept him trapped inside the dream until he died, consuming his soul.

The power he gained with each soul was not the same, and Morrigan quickly realized that the more evil a man was, the more powerful the consuming soul would be.

Once she finished with the pile of more than 20 dreams she had had, she walked to leave the premises, but, before doing so, she asked.

 

"Was it wrong to take the dreams I just took?"

"Don't ask me, Miss, it's my first day at work."

And Aurora giggled for a moment before looking at Morrigan and saying.

 

"Now hurry up! I shudder to think what Mistress will do to you when she realizes that you killed Opal, so it would be better if you let her calm down a bit before she looks for you."

And so Morrigan left Beacon an unceremonious end to three years of hard work, but stronger than ever.