Roses are red…

Violets are blue…

The moon's purple…

"Wait, the moon's purple?"

"Yes it is. Oh. Did we forget the Succubus Sabbath? Oops."

"Sigh…"

"Oh, don't worry, it will be fine."

"You said that last time too."

Pilate carefully took a peek around the corner of the hallway. There wasn't a sign of a resident, only a few stools and chairs thrown around. He silently progressed, and was glad that as spectacular looking his rainbow armor was, it didn't make a single noise as he moved forward. He slowly crossed the mess, careful not to walk on a single splinter, as if each of them was a trap that would raise hell and lead to his death. This was likely what would happen should a monster decide to investigate a noise or just happen to pass by. As soon as he reached the shadowy area across the chaos strewn on the ground, he took a relieved breath.

When he got back to the Pocket Castle after travelling to Ilias Village earlier that day, he imagined himself spending a calm evening enjoying the amenities of the bar, even if it meant enduring the teasing of the residents and the advances of Izuna. After all, it would be a shame to let those luxuries go to waste.

He had entered his home base by the beginning of the evening, when the sun was starting to set down on the horizon. When he entered, he had noticed a few signs of agitation but nothing unusual, and he didn't spare a second thought for them. Instead, he had preferred spending time to train in the barracks against Samson. The commander from Sabasa had started helping him learn a few elemental enhancement skills, and this evening had been as good an opportunity as any to pick up a few new tips. Then he had the opportunity to enjoy a finely cooked steak for dinner, made by one of the expert chief of the Pocket Castle, with a nice ice cream afterwards. During all that time, there wasn't a single sign of the things that were to come.

The first sign happened when he decided to take a drink at the bar with Samson after a last training session to debrief and to get the latest news. The monsters there were unusually forward in their advances. At first, he didn't really took notice, as it wasn't unusual that one or the other monster hit on someone else after having soaked a passable amount of strong alcohol. He didn't exactly noticed when it happened, but before either of them could notice, the table was surrounded by monsters looking all too eager for an opportunity to jump at the duo. And this time, there were several queen class monsters like Lilith & Lilim.

Fortunately, all monsters jumped at the same time, which resulted in them blocking each other and allowed the duo to escape unscathed. Pilate originally ran toward the closest door leading outside, but Samson held him back and told him that several large monsters were always roaming outside. Then they made their way to the stairs that would lead them down to the first floor, but Samson decided he wanted to check on Sara and went toward the royal room. The next minute, the commander was running out, followed by the succubized princess who kept shouting him the order to "act like a man." He waited for him a few minutes, but the commander never came back. Eventually, the guard from Iliasville decided to try to exit the castle on his own before being molested.

When he reached downstairs, he saw that the place was curiously empty, but the furniture had been trashed by enthusiastic monsters. He managed to cross the hallway to reach the store and the armory, but the silence was more worrying than any war cry. Since there wasn't a single soul in sight, Pilate decided to try his luck by waiting there. Only a few minutes had passed when he heard noise once again, coming from the stairs. He enjoyed the presence of a fortunately placed mirror that was lying on the opposite wall to see a pack of succubi patrolling the hallway. They were all checking the dining room when Pilate realized that his hiding spot was going to be next. He silently made his way toward the exit, taking care in avoiding the paper sheets lying around when one caught his eye. This was apparently an emergency notice from Mephisto, and he hadn't read it.

As he leaned down to take the paper, he suddenly heard an eager squee, followed by a succubus tackling him to the ground. She straddled him as he tried struggling, but found himself restrained right afterwards by her companions.

"Yeees! We got one just for us!"

"Come on! Get started! The faster you get it on, the faster it's our turn!"

Before the quartet could do anything, an electrical shockwave blasted one of the succubi. The three others lost focus on their prey, And Pilate managed to clear them off from him while they were getting zapped. He looked around him to see the succubi were all laying on the floor, groaning in dazed states.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't have harmed some of master Luka's friend." The voice of Pilate's savior sounded melodious and educated. The guard turned around to see Merlin, one of the Don of the mafia wearing a dapper suit.

"Still, I would advise going into hiding. Don't try leaving the castle, they managed to bar the exit for now."

Pilate respectfully bowed. "Let me thanks you for the help."

Merlin made a dismissive gesture. "Don't mention it. May I invite you to joins us in the library? Monsters left this place for a reason, and the whole area was extremely easy to barricade."

Pilate nodded.

Merlin and his protégé managed to reach the library without making another fortunate encounter. The way was blocked by a bookcase put through one of the entrances. Merlin focused for a second, and, in the blink of an eye, the duo was on the other side. They were greeted by Lazarus and John, the other Don and the knight commander of San Ilia respectively.

"Hey old man, you actually managed to bring someone else!" Lazarus looked impressed at Pilate. He took a cigar from his vest and lit it. "You don't happen to have seen any of the other guys, would you?"

Merlin dusted himself off. "Well, Samson has been caught by his queen, master Luka and his great ancestor Heinrich are currently on the road and the San Ilia King is at a presentation or something like that…"

"Dang… I don't know if it's fortunate or not…" Lazarus blew a small cloud of smoke. "And what about the three pervs? They let themselves get caught, didn't they?"

"Actually…" Merlin cringed. "I could hear a lot of monsters in the basement debate about whether or not they were deserving of the pleasures they could bring. They didn't molest them yet."

Lazarus chuckled. "Man, even monsters don't want them. Can't blame them though. I don't think anyone would touch them with a ten feet pole."

"Master Luka still recruited them."

"Yeah, yeah, wonder what went through his head at that time. I can't even say it's the usual attraction to monsters." Lazarus blew another ring of smoke while leaning back on a chair. "This Purple Sabbath bullshit can't be over soon enough."

Pilate blinked. "Wait… Purple Sabbath?"

"You know, the night the moon turns purple because of some strange lingering magic aftereffect from the Great Monster War which results in darkness sensitive women turning into succubi and monsters becoming extremely lustful…"

"Yes, I know what the Purple Sabbath is! I just forgot it was tonight!"

"Well Mephisto did placard a notice on the board…"

"Only Luka bother reading those!" Pilate sighed. "Where are angels when you need them?"

John ground his teeth to dust. "They're all visiting San Ilia again. They're trying to boost the faith in Ilias again. Between the perverts that only come to stare at Eden and that angel beast that tried eating someone twice, they're having mixed results so far."

"Damn." Lazarus wallowed on his chair. "Well, in that case, we'll just have to wait for dawn here." He proceeded to pull a pack of cards from a sleeve. "Anyone up for a small poker game?"

"I'll pass, Don, thank you."

The man smiled. "Oh come on, I'm not gonna bleed you dry, we can play without stakes if you-."

The bookcase blocking the entryway rumbled slightly, interrupting Lazarus in the middle of his sentence. While Merlin had put enchantments in place to get sure it would stay standing and those behind would be undetected, he doubted that whoever was on the other side would quit without leaving the area unchecked. He was soon vindicated as something bumped in the bookcase once again. Silently, everybody prepared their weapon: Both knights positioned themselves in front, shields and swords drawn, while Lazarus checked his two guns and Merlin pointed his staff at the still blocked entrance.

"Wait." Pilate whispered. "We should hold back and try to not harm them seriously."

"Don't bother. They'll be more than able to take it."

Pilated looked at his fellow knight after Lazarus's jaded answer, but the commander from San Ilia only shrugged, too busy focusing on the entrance. The bookcase stopped moving, which didn't reassure anyone in the slightest. The group wisely decided to step slightly aside should the one attacking the obstacle accidentally blow it across the room.

As if on cue, a magical explosion blasted the bookcase across the room, dispersing around books and bunched papers. Several succubi threw themselves at the group who started fighting back. Pilate slammed the hilt of his sword on the head of the first assailant, while John knocked aside another one with his shield. Merlin cast sleeping spells after sleeping spells, but those had only limited effects on the monsters trying nothing more than to get their fix.

"Glance ard!"

A wave of pleasure struck the team who barely tanked the assault. Lazarus checked the source and could see those blond twins at the back of the group. They were preparing another spell when he shot them repeatedly. The attack was barely enough to make them lose focus, and soon, more succubi poured in. The group was having difficulties holding them back, as while their aggressors were not using any weapon, they were outnumbering them five to one.

Unfortunately for the men, the monsters apparently had remembered that there were several entrances leading to the library. While the humans were busy holding back the wave of horny devils, the monsters managed to free the other entrances leading to the room. To avoid being surrounded, the group made its way to the small backroom in hope that they could force monsters through the narrow doorway that made for the only entrance. Unfortunately, it also meant there was no way out.

Pilate and John were barely holding the thirsty monsters trying to get to them. All the while, the room echoed with a cacophony of giggles and moans that were starting to grate the men's nerves. The two knights tried to keep the entry blocked with their shield while Merlin kept casting spells and Lazarus shot in the crowd, but eventually they had to give up. A second later, every man was fighting for himself in a corner.

Pilate was slashing at the succubi that kept jumping at him while trying to hold back. Even if they intended to molest him, they still remained companions, and he didn't want his relations with them to sour. He could see from the corner of his eye some wounded ones getting healed, which birthed mixed feelings in his stomach. On the one hand, healers meant that there wouldn't be serious consequences for the wounded ones. On the others, the assailants came back as soon as their wounds were taken care of.

A succubus exploited his loss of attention and managed to pin him. Before she could further do anything, however, John slammed her with his shield, making her tumble across the room. As he got up, the soldier from Iliasville noticed that all the monsters were now hanging back just behind the entrance of the room, inviting them to come. The two soldiers were keeping their weapons high, ready to defend themselves against attackers again, while Lazarus kept both guns pointed at the doorway. As Merlin remained behind, he could hear scraping noise from outside. He motioned for Lazarus to come closer, and the other Don also noticed the strange sound.

"They wouldn't tear apart the castle's wall, would they?"

As if on cue, the scraping stopped. The men felt relieved for an instant, before a whole pan of the wall slowly fell inside the room. Right afterwards, several monsters were peeking at the content of the room, grinning devilishly.

"Gentlemen." Merlin took off his hat. "It's been an honor."

The men didn't even move an inch as monsters flooded the room from every entrances.

In the basement of the Pocket Castle, a debate was raging between two large groups. One side was made mostly of the more predatory and sex-crazed monsters, while the other one included more introvert or professionally oriented ones. Between them was an almost as large third group trying to keep both of the group from actually attacking each other. This didn't prevent each group from shouting at each other.

"Let's just feed on them!"

"They don't deserve it!"

"Doesn't matter! Sex is sex!"

"We're better than that!"

"We're monsters! We live for sex!"

"Then let's get some decent men!"

"We've got some right here!"

The argument kept going back and forth for several minutes before a tribune randomly appeared in the middle in a deafening noise. Both groups fell silent while Mephisto climbed behind the stand. The yoma took the opportunity to dust herself.

"Good grief people… Being monsters don't mean being savage. How about you discuss this like civilized creatures? And before you ask, I don't want to do anything with them and I don't care what you do to them, I just promised Luka that nobody would die. Good? Good. Now, each side PLEASE choose 3 representatives. Not two, not four, Three." She showed three fingers.

Monsters in both side started whispering among each other. Good, at the very least, it looked like the worst was avoided for now…

On the side of those that wanted the men untouched, Mephisto could see the elegant mermaid queen Laura, the black cloaked vampire queen Fatima, and the haughty elf queen Freya. She wasn't surprised by this turn of event, as those three monsters were quite selective when it came to choosing partners to spend a night with.

On the other side, Spider Princess, a slimy Cassandra, and Barbarella, the leader of the beezlebubs, were going to defend their case. Once again, Mephisto considered their presence obvious as the two first were predators that considered all men equally as food, while the third only saw them as breeders.

She was glad that there were neither succubi nor angels present at this debate: They would have guaranteed a complete mess.

"First word is to the pro activity side."

Spider Princess cleared her throat and started talking. "I do not even understand why we go through this farce…"

Off to a good start, aren't we?

"…But I shall only say this. We have no reason to hold back and not feed on them. Men are only food."

Freya stepped forward. "First, I shall remind you that you agreed personally to not kill anyone, and second, have you seen them? They don't even deserve the pleasure you can bring."

As if on cue, Barbarella raised her voice. "Then let's just use them for breeding. I can guarantee you it's possible to satiate your impulses without pleasing them."

Fatima haughtily laughed at the declaration. "Of course you only see them as breeding nests. You cannot enjoy any subtleness in the act of dominating them."

Cassandra darkly chuckled. "It doesn't matter. In all cases, he end up as a moaning mess."

Laura sneered. "Mmh. Do you even consider them when you have your way with them? Of course not. You only think about yourself, forgetting the mind melting pleasure that you bring your partners, and these three…" she haughtily gestured the general direction where the men were kept. "Deserve none of that. In fact we should remove them from the castle's premises. Also, I should remind you that you consider yourself married to Luka."

Spider Princess chuckled darkly. "It's only for reproduction. I still consider myself free to feed on everyone. I don't attach myself to someone dead for an eternity."

Both groups exploded and colorful words started flying once again after the unsubtle personal attack. Mephisto slammed a small hammer on her stand to bring back the calm.

"Now now, let's keep it civil and on point."

The debate kept going on and on through the night…

"Wow. This is NOT what I expected for the night of the Purple Sabbath."

The White Rabbit was leaning on the orb the administrator of death was using to watch what was happening through the world from her sanctum. She indeed had herself expected to have more work to do this evening since succubi had a tendency to get carried away a bit in the heat of the moment, but surprisingly nobody died yet.

The sight of monsters debating whether they should molest a bunch of perverts or not however had left her silent. Even amidst the madness surrounding the hero's adventure, this particular event was downright just weird. Most monsters would have jumped them without questions, but not them.

"I can understand them. I wouldn't touch them either." The White Rabbit turned toward her colleague. "Would you?"

Reaper directly snapped back. "As the administrator of all things related to death, I cannot afford to care for such lowly activity. My role and my person both place me above that."

"You didn't answer!"

"Of course not."

The White Rabbit tilted her head left and right, trying to discern if Reaper was her usual introvert self or was actually making fun of her. The black coated monster ignored her and changed the focus on her orb to take a look at Succubus Village. If the place was as busy as it was for the last Purple Sabbaths, Reaper didn't take any interest in what was shown and focused on its inhabitants. As she thoroughly examined them, she noticed that there was less than one human for four succubi on average, and quite a lot of the sex fiends were roaming around empty handed, with frustration appearing clearly on their face. Fortunately, a few wanderers joined the party from time to time, a steady flow of perverts willing to share their bodies with the fiends. Was there a reason for the law number of men?

The White Rabbit shrugged in front of the orb. It was a bad night to live in the countryside of the Gold Region.

"Welp. They're still not as frustrated as their granny, are they?"

Reaper nodded and took the cue. The orb changed color several times, and eventually managed to connect to the pocket dimension where the one responsible for the event was resting.