On his face was a big frown. "You are an incubus. Of course you want to fuck stronger beings than yourself." he said as if it was a matter of fact. Seeing as I already had autonomy on my body, I did not need to fuck guys or girls to get by. 3 children with the greater water elemental proved that this was not entirely true. Clearly, this ice devil was being racist against incubi and succubi. Now I had to decide on how to deal with this. Ice devils were known to be strong, but they only appeared on certain levels of the Hells. Out of the 9 infinite layers of Hell, only 2 of them had the climate for ice devils to prosper. In the last week we had hosted 5 deals. I decided to taking the venue fee in shifts. Since this was incubi from The Wreck doing the work, they would get the souls. There were 16 of us, so I took all of them on the fourth round. Each soul bumped you up 5 levels. I had eaten 6 souls at this point. Due to this, I was now level 44. That was not strong enough to where I was confident I could beat this ice devil on my own right now. Ice devils had a Challenge Rating, or CR, of 14. Insane.
In assessing the strength of an NPC people used challenge rating. The challenge rating detailed the average level for a party of four to defeat one in an encounter. With a challenge rating of 14, it meant a party of 4 adventurers would need to be around 14, give or take a level or 2, to take one out. Since NPCs were spawned with certain levels as they interacted with their environments, the general rule was to multiply the CR by 4. This ice devil was at least level 56. Fighting him by myself was very risky. I obviously did not want that. At the end of the day, I could either try to engage in diplomacy to get him to leave or try to placate him. Placating him meant sex. They were not mutually exclusive. If he did not want to listen to reason, I could fuck him right here. My hands were still steepled together on the desk. "I carved a place in this city by myself. My squad and I have fought so hard. I will not sell my clubs. When we talk to each other, we need to have some common ground." I said calmly. He scoffed. I just raised an eyebrow. When he finished, he looked at me. "Why would I do that?"
Peers were equals in a field. This ice devil thought himself superior to me in every single way. With that being the case, there was no space for compromise or dialogue. I was not too sure what to do about all of it. "Well, what did you want when you came to the club yesterday!? You left when you spoke to Kyle and Myles." He stood up and just smirked at me. "I was not going to tell stupid air elementals what I was planning. Now its time to get what I am due." he said mockingly. I frowned. "What have you done to deserve a club full of incubi!?" I asked him seriously. He was only about 5 foot 4. He was a small guy, but he puffed out his chest like he was 7 feet tall. I liked the confidence. Looking at me with pride, he said "Me? I fought Drazzul the Nabassu and slew him. I met Zurnos the Nalfeshnee in combat and drove him and his warband out before me. I took all their riches. He wallows in shame from the encounter to this day. Arzol the Marilith is still trapped in my ice to this very day. What have I not done here, then, to earn your affections!?" Well, fuck. What could I say to that shit?
