These voluptuous beauties, brimming with a devilish charm, ranged from the dark and enchanting night elves to pure and spotless maidens of light, pitiable fox-eared damsels, and the generously bosomed wives of nobility, to the holy and sublime emissaries of the blazing heavens. As their garments began to slip away in a tantalizing dance of conceal and reveal, their fiery luscious lips kissed Caesar's draconic scales. Their gazes were steeped in ardent worship and suffused with such fervid emotion and profound love.
Caesar, the Red Dragon, viewed these self-gratifying gestures with appreciation but inside, he remained undisturbed by the illusion. Ridiculous! He, a Red Dragon who had truly lived and fought, could not be deceived by mere figments of imagination. However, this was the material plane and those abhorrent creatures from Hell, even legendary high devils, could not easily cross over, let alone invade the mind of a Red Dragon through a contract made with a man.
Deep within the Nine Hells, this Queen of Lust, overseer of desire, could disregard some of the fundamental laws of the prime material world. Anyone with a modicum of knowledge about the Hells would tremble at the mention of her name—Glasya, Queen of the Sixth Hell! More than this terrifying affiliation, she was also the daughter of the Lord of Nine Hells, a diabolic princess, and the sovereign of all succubi.
This conjecture weighed heavily on Caesar's mind. With a powerful flap of his wings, the visions of women clinging to his form instantaneously vanished. The lust that clouded his mind stemmed from the inner recesses of his fantasies, largely based on narratives from "The Charming Dragonrider" he had once perused.
With a roar, Caesar's wrathful bellow almost echoed through his very soul, "Master of Malbolge, Glasya, retreat from my mindscape!"
Red Dragons rarely acknowledge any deity, not even Tiamat, the Primeval Mother of their kind. The dragons' reverence towards gods is notably indifferent, for as they reach the ancient dragon phase, they are courted by lofty deities. Some of the mighty Primordial Red Dragons could even easily vanquish the gods' earthly avatars. The gods themselves cannot easily enter the prime material world, nor can any malevolent deity. They dwell in the Outer Planes and the material world could at best accommodate demigods—beings that typically exist as avatars of powerful deities.
As such, the deities maintained more of a cooperative relationship with the powerful apex races than one of subservience. From beyond, a laugh soaked in malevolence filled the air. "What do we have here? A delightful little Red Dragon," a vast ethereal figure loomed over the minuscule Red Dragon. Her beguiling violet eyes spell disenchantment, filled with a malevolent intrigue.
Glasya, Queen of Lust, embodied beauty and seduction with bronzed skin, a face replete with delicate charm, and those signature wings and horns denoting her status as a high succubus. Heralded as one of the most beautiful femme across the multiverse, her allure was on par with Meechum, the Queen of Succubi and the ruler of infernal pit of the 570th level.
Ignoring her temptations, Caesar's eyes, frigid as the deepest void, met Glasya's projection with a quiet threat, "Glasya, do you dare provoke the august race of Red Dragons? The Mother of Chromatic Dragons, the Undying Dragon Queen, the Dreadlord of Dragons... Her Majesty Tiamat, Mother of us all, watches over her cherished brood."
Tiamat, Mother of Chromatic Dragons, had little care for her kin, unlike the Platinum Dragon who adored his metallic offspring. The brood of Tiamat lived true to their nature—deceitful, malicious, and neglectful. Even now, Tiamat's divine attention was more whimsical than constant, and she would peer upon her draconic children only when it amuses her or fits her interests.
"To threaten a Great Devil is unwise," she said, her voice dripping with an allure that belittled the very idea of intimidation. "If you choose to serve me, I shall grant you pleasures beyond measure and assist you in ascending to legendary status ahead of your time. What say you?"
Unmoved by the Queen's disdain, Caesar met her gaze with a sneer. Serve a Great Devil? Only a mind muddied by evil would consider following such dark beings. By every indication, Glasya was but a fiendish lord of no substance.
Suddenly, resplendent golden light burst forth from the depths of Caesar's soul, illuminating his true resolve.