Under a purple moon, a young man was wandering alone in the streets of a curiously empty town. He looked warily at his surroundings, not unlike a small scared animal.

"Why did I go outside alone? I should have asked my friends to accompany me. What if a monster attacks me?"

He stopped in the middle of the street. In the midst of the few noises that came from the wind, he could hear a light stepping noise. He slowly turned to see several hooded figures approaching him from behind at a brisk pace. He continued walking forward. At first, it was at the same speed he did beforehand. But soon enough, he increased his pace. A little bit after, he started trotting. Right afterwards, he engaged in full blown sprinting.

Don't go out alone at night.

The man looked back to see the strange figures were still following him. They apparently hadn't increased their pacing, but it felt like that they were only coming closer and closer.

Eventually he decided to run into a small street on the side. He found himself blundering around noisily, as it was filled with stacked waste and was badly illuminated as well. As he progressed, he started hearing a regular wet noise mixed with moaning and giggling. He slowly made his way around, and ended up discovering the source of the sound: Several succubi were having their ways with two men. He tried moving back while hypnotized by the spectacle, and ended up stumbling because of the slightly uneven ground.

Upon hearing him swear, several of the free succubi turned toward him and lecherously licked their lips.

"My, why don't you come closer to have some fun with us?"

Avoid darker streets.

The man started running away once again to reach another large street. Luckily, there was no sign of the original group that had been following him. He started running with the succubi in tow.

"Don't run! You'll only exhaust yourself uselessly!"

He ran for a minute before entering another narrow street. Luckily, the monsters that were following him all tried to enter the small passageway at the same time, and ended up blocking each other.

He sighed in relief, but kept running deeper into the dark anyway. After a second, he saw a man calling out to him from the back entrance of a house. He entered the place, and the other man locked the entrance behind him.

Before he could thank him, however, he saw once again that there were several succubi surrounding them.

"These lasses wanted more company to share. Have fun!"

Be careful of suspicious invitations.

Before he could do anything, several succubi jumped on him. He tried struggling for a second, but their raw number was enough to keep him on the ground. He felt his clothes being ripped and his energy leaving him as the succubi planted kisses upon kisses on him.

"No, no, no!"

"Come on, just relax and enjoy!"

The sex demons kept molesting him, deaf to his protests. One of them started straddling him, and after a while, he eventually gave up.

A second later, everything turned black.

"Since we can use those picture-displaying makinas for entertainment, I considered the idea to create recordings for an educative purpose. As such, with the participation of willing actors, we decided to make our first recording a warning of possible risks one have to take into account when going outside for the Purple Sabbath. If we connect the makinas to a network managed in one place, we could show this to everyone through the world. Any question?"

The scholar responsible for the show switched of the makina and looked around him: he had worked hard to create his video, and wanted to be recognized for it. To this end, he had used his relations to gather the lords of this world to show them the fruit of his labor. As a result, while he managed to keep a calm appearance, he was boiling inside, giddy with the perspective of having this name on the same level of the queens and the kings currently present. He was writing history.

He didn't get quite the reaction he expected from the assembly though. The royals and their councilors that assisted to the demonstration didn't seem moved by what they just saw. They were whispering amongst themselves for several minutes before the Grand Noah queen spoke up.

"The work put into it is impressive, but did you have to make it so graphic?"

The scholar answered enthusiastically. "It's because we need to shock people so that it works! We want people to talk about it so that the message spread, and we want it to stay in their brain. And to that end, it must be disturbing, otherwise, should it be too mild, it will be forgotten in an heartbeat."

The Grand Noah queen discussed with her fellow royals, and after a while, it was clear that all of them had come to the same conclusion.

"We appreciate both the quantity and the quality of the effort you did put into you work, but we have several issues with what we've just seen."

"Please, go ahead."

"First, while we all agree that educating the population about the risk of frequenting a more predatory monster girl is a necessity, we don't think that your work is fitting for that specific end."

The scholar frowned.

"A work like that is going to be ignored by the more perverted fringes of the population, which is also the one more likely to end up like the unfortunate victim in your demonstration. We're also afraid that the more paranoid elements will react too strongly to the message, and the last thing we want is to harness fear from them against an important share of our population."

"But there's a danger to warn people against!"

"Don't get me wrong, we speak from firsthand experience when we say we know how dangerous the more predatory monsters can get, but we're afraid people at large will lump the more benign monsters with them, which would force some of the latter to adopt a more dangerous behavior, furthering the cycle of violence."

"I'm aware of that. This is why we will only show it just before the Purple Sabbath."

"Wait, you did it specifically for the Purple Sabbath?"

"Yes, of course!"

Everyone was speechless in front of the scholar's declaration. The man started sweating bullets.

"The next one will be in a hundred years. Did you take that into account before going ahead with your work?"

The scholar meekly answered. "No."

He then fell unconscious in front of everyone.

His work was fully abandoned when his colleague's body was discovered. The man had been sucked dry by a pack of succubi he invited in his apartment. Apparently the lesson hadn't taken root in his brain.

Mephisto was massaging her temples in exhaustion. Even the five cups of Sabasan coffee she had drunk had difficulties keeping her awake. The debate between monsters that wanted to feed on the three perverts and those that judged them unworthy of the pleasure monsters could bring had raged for the better part of the night, and nobody had budged an inch on the matter. While no monster had changed side, a lot of them had stopped caring and had simply left.

"I got it, you don't want me to just have my way with any of them because you consider them perverts unworthy of the pleasure a monster can bring. But what if I eat them afterward? That would balance it, wouldn't it?" Both Cassandra and Barbarella solemnly nodded at Spider Princess, silently approving her words.

"No!"

"And why not?"

"Because we're a team, and all of you promised Luka to behave! This include not killing any allies! Do you really need him to beat some sense into you again?" The elf queen was livid.

Spider Princess pondered the words of her rival for a moment, before she started speaking up again.

"Then if I do my best to not please him when I feed on him?"

Freya sighed. "This was one of the first argument you presented, and you told it more than twenty times already!" She looked at her supporters. She realized that most of them were tired of this debate and were only here either by pure respect for her or for one of the two fellow queens supporting her. Laura, Fatima and herself looked at each other, and silently agreed that it was time to let go. Her voice turned bitter.

"Fine. You win. You're free to do with them as you please as long as Luka accepts the consequences." She gestured to the cell. "So go ahead."

"Ah ah! I knew you would relent in front of my clever strategy. Now, time to exercise the victor's right…"

Spider Princess stopped herself a few meters away from the cell. Gradually, in front of the pathetic sight of the men inside, her proud, haughty grin deflated into a sulking frown. Her shoulders slumped. And she felt her hunger leaver her as her stomach slightly churned.

"Actually… You know what? I do not want to have them anymore."

Mephisto stopped massaging her temples, not even trying to look up at what was happening. "What."

"I no longer want to have my way with those men!" The arachne sneered in frustration. "I do not know if it is because I find them disgusting or because of something else, but I do not want to touch them now. I don't know why we lost so much time for that when we could have enjoyed this night to its fullest. In fact, I'll leave for Grand Noah to enjoy the party there before it's over. Those who want to join me are welcome." She turned away from the men who stood there, surprised. She stopped herself midway and turned back one final time. "And get yourself a pride!"

The yoma that mediated the debate looked at the scene dumbfounded. Was all of it for nothing? Was it entirely pointless? She decided to shrug it off and jogged toward the group, ending side by side with the elf queen who didn't look too happy either.

"I can't believe we spent so long debating something so trivial. I hope she will be less thick-headed in the future, but I doubt it."

Mephisto smirked. "From a certain perspective, even if you apparently gave up, your side is the victor."

Freya groaned. "I am not petty enough to call out anyone to tell them so. As far as I'm concerned, we just all lost some time. Let us make way to the colosseum fast, with a little luck, the show is not over yet!"

Soon, every monster had left the underground of the Pocket Castle, leaving the three men stuck in their cell. The Scat Captain, as he was called, made his way to the exit of the cell before an obvious issue struck him.

"So… Can someone open this door please?"

In the Monster Lord's castle, three succubi were having their own party with a precise goal in mind. Of course, they also took the opportunity to enjoy it, even if it meant going through the castle's food supplies in less than a night. They initially thought of it as a costly investment, but if they managed to exploit the Purple Sabbath to unseal Minagi, this small sacrifice would be worth it.

A large circle covered in runes and other sexual symbols had been drawn at the center of one of the dungeon's largest room. Several men had been placed at regular intervals in and around. While some of them had been entranced through magic or other drugs, most of them were volunteers that the Lilith Sisters had found in the countryside. They were both afraid of what was going to happen and eagerly waiting for the touch of the succubi. Several artifacts had also been placed around, such as a vial with a strange liquid, an old bedpost, several scented candles, and a long, silky white ribbon at the center.

Morrigan rubbed her hands gleefully as she looked at the scene. "Sooo, table's fully set, the meal's cooking up nicely, and both Alipheese and these damn foxes are away. Maybe we can make this work."

Astaroth stretched a little, warming up like an athlete before a marathon. "I wonder where they went. I know the Monster Lord's busy checking the Sealed Sinner Prison and Yao went back to Kitsune Village, but for the love of all that is fun, where is that damn golden kitsune? She could screw up everything."

The youngest of the Lilith Sisters made a dismissive gesture. "Bah, we placed every ward and warning systems imaginable around the room, she won't be able to do anything at that point anyway."

"You're right." Astaroth lecherously licked her lips while the tip of her tail opened and closed repeatedly. "Should we get started then?"

"Hang on." Lilith looked around the place, unsatisfied. "We might be missing goats."

"Heh?" Morrigan looked at her older sister with a raised eyebrow. "Oh yeah, that one time in Scenic Mountain might be considered important. Not sure about the one in San Ilia though." She scratched her head, lost in thoughts.

Astaroth disappeared and came back a bit later with her hands loaded with two young goats, one black and one white. "Here's to hoping that they don't move too much. There shouldn't be any problem if they start licking the runes though."

Morrigan grimaced back. "Hang on. Where did you even find them?" One of the goat started bleating.

Astaroth shrugged. "Just try not screaming too loud or moving too fast, we don't want to scare them." She proceeded to turn toward the bound men. "This is available for you too!"

Most men were too enthralled by the succubi's sexual magnetism to offer a coherent response back.

The oldest of the Lilith Sisters was now reading a book that she had found in Tamamo's hidden library. She wanted to get sure they'd have the best chance to break the seal that was holding back their mother in this dimension, but the conflicting memories in her brain about her parent's escapades were making this harder than she wanted. What did her mother here did differently than the one back home? She checked everything once more and closed a book with a big smile.

"Well, we can get started." The purple haired succubus removed her sweater. "Have fun!"

The three succubi fed on the men in a frenzy that lasted for an hour. Once they were done, only the sisters and the two goats were still alive, every man reduced to a dry body after having perished in a burst of pleasure with a smile on their face. The Lilith Sisters had kept an eye on the circle all the while, and it while it had reacted to their party, there was not a sign of the desired result. All the energies that the succubi had harvested that had been channeled into their ritual had no apparent effect.

"Mmmh. Did it fail?" Lilith looked at the apathetic symbol on the floor. "Did we make a mistake? Or was it just not enough?"

"Damn." Astaroth punched the ground. "And I'm still feeling hungry. Wanna go eat something at Yamatai?"

"First round's on me!"

Not sparing a second thought for their apparent failure, the Lilith Sisters left the dungeon as is to be cleaned by the servants of the castle. They brought the party of the Purple Sabbath to Yamatai Village, to the great displeasure of Yamata No Orochi.

Minagi sighed as her observation orb moved away from the Sister's little party. Their intent was commendable, but they had just made so, so many mistakes it actually made her slightly sad.

They hadn't invited fellow succubi. They only brought in males, and none of them were heroes. And the goats should have been covered with milk or other fluids. Even Hiruko was pouting in front of the scene. While it had made for a good show, the rushed, sloppy execution had been frustrating to see. Her parallel self had not educated them well. Or was she the one responsible? She started grimacing as she tried remembering what she taught them.

The scylla turned to see her sister's frowning face."Awww, please don't be sad… At least they tried." The succubus remained silent, and took a last look in her orb to see Succubus Village. The spectacle there was indeed as mundane as she remembered. The one who got to enjoyed the most that night dedicated to succubi was that damn fox that was her sister, currently getting busy with the hero. Even when Minagi developed her own complex plan in the past, Tamamo always found a way to benefit from it like a parasite. Frustrated, the succubus ancestor revoked her orb and closed her eyes.

Minagi could feel tentacles starting to crawl around her, and felt her body curiously relaxing from their touch. She realized that what she had seen this night had frustrated her more than she wanted to admit, and that she could definitively enjoy any other form of entertainment right now. She felt a weight on her lap while more tentacles kept crawling and coiling around her. She opened her eyes to see Hiruko kneeling on top of her legs, smiling, with a large number of tentacles sprouting from under her skirt and from her hands.

"Want a full body massage to relax a little?"

Minagi chuckled. "Please go on gently with the digestive fluids. They're annoying to clean."

Hiruko gave an uncanny smile. "No promises are made!"

Christie was stumbling around through the Pocket Castle, her mind in a daze. The succubus that wanted to live as a nun didn't manage to resist the call of the Purple Sabbath, and her monstrous instinct had completely possessed her. It didn't take her more than a single second to cast aside her veil once the purple moon was present in the sky, and she had joined one of the hunting party in the castle in her lust. Her memories of what happened afterward were hazy at best, she only remembered riding the guard from Ilias Village for half an hour before being tossed aside by someone else who wanted a turn. She felt ashamed for her lack of self control and the actions that resulted from it. Her elders were right, maybe if she had focused on controlling and not on supressing her urges, her shameful moments would end up being few in beteween.

She was only wearing her panties when she saw a strange vision at the corner of a new hallway. A small fox spirit was swaying left and right, repeating the same word again and again in a sing song voice. The hallway was filled with wrecked furnitures. As she got closer, she could finally understand what the kudagitsune was saying.

"Fifteen, fifteen, fifteen..."

Christie carefully made her way to the kudagitsune.

"What happened here?"

"You all did that. Fifteen, fifteen, fifteen..."

"We did?"

"Fifteen, fifteen, fifteen..."

She decided to ignore the strange behavior from the fox spirit and continued on her way, still stumbling and half ashamed. She did remember that some monsters were getting extraordinarily rowdy, but it hadn't seemed THAT bad. Until she was now faced with the vision of what their frolicking had done. Luka would certainly not be happy to see that, and neither would Mephisto...

She started carefully making her way through the mess when she heard a clicking noise. The next second, she found herself propelled at the roof, before being thrown down, and then tossed around like if she was in a spin drier. Barely a few seconds later, she finally stopped being tossed around, unconscious.

The only one who came to see the commotion made was a certain four tailed samurai who coveted a certain human who had fallen prey to a certain bunch of nymphomaniacs.

Izuna silently removed the panties from the succubus, took a good look at them, and put them in the bag over her shoulder. She then moved her victim's body into the room next door where several other monsters were in the same state as her latest victim. The only other thing present in the room was a a note stuck on a wall.

If you're looking for your underwears, they've been sold to Pornof. Have a nice day.

The fox samurai prepared a new trap for the next victim while her kudagitsune changed her song.

"Sixteen, sixteen, sixteen..."

After a long night of debauchery, the sun's ray finally blessed Succubus Village. When the mayor looked at the place that was filled with her now sleeping kin and their unconscious partners, strange feelings mixed in her stomach. At first, she was glad to have celebrated this night properly in her village, even if a lot of her friends had chosen to organize their own party in the castle or in Grand Noah's coliseum. However, the ambiance in the village itself wasn't actually that different than any other day. She looked accusingly at the sun. Was the Great Disaster to blame for the event losing its magic? Should she have given it a greater purpose than just making it a night dedicated to pleasure?

She wandered a little around the village to see how its people were doing. Even if she was wearing a smiling expression when she talked with her citizens, both her wings and her tail were limp, silent testimonies to her troubled state of mind. After spending some time discussing with her fellows, she came to realize that even if not all of them had a partner for the whole night, they were still happy with the party that had just ended. And in the end, it was what mattered the most to her.

She came back to her house to see that Alleria, her far cousin, who was pampering herself in front of her mirror in the guest's room. An unconscious naked man was lying on a couch behind her, his head hanging on the side. Succubus chuckled at the sight.

"I am glad you're fitting in so well in our village. You're a natural when it comes to following our tradition."

Alleria nodded in front of the mirror. "What can I say? I really enjoyed them."

"To be honest, I'm surprised you didn't turn into a succubus during the Purple Sabbath. Between your lineage and your magic affinity, I thought you would have transformed." When she saw her relative eyeing her, she added something in a hurry. "Not that there's anything wrong with it!"

Alleria chuckled at her turn. "Confidence for confidence, I also did expect to change, but…" She closed her makeup set. "It didn't happen. Maybe there's a reason. Maybe not." She took a paper fan that was standing near the mirror and started waving it to refresh herself. "I don't really care either way though. This won't prevent me from travelling to Grand Noah and have a nice meal there with the hero's group." She looked at the still asleep man. "I wonder if I should bring him too?"

The man groaned before falling of the couch. He stood down, unmoving, unable to spare a thought for the two women looking at him.

"Maybe not."

"Well, in that case, do you want some of the remaining mashed potatoes from yesterday's meal for breakfast before you leave?"

"No, thank you very much."

She preferred staying silent over the fact that the main reason she wanted to go to Grand Noah was because she was growing tired of eating tubers. As much as she liked this village, the food culture imposed by the chief was too limited to her taste.

She stepped outside of the house and appreciated the fresh air for a second, thinking about what she would do in Grand Noah. Lazing at the colosseum sounded like a good plan. Maybe she could even catch on the hero and get a second round with him.

After all, the party shouldn't stop just because the night of the Purple Sabbath was over...

"Sooo, it looks like we made it! See? The sun's already rising!"

"Fuck you."

"Don't be a party pooper! We're fine! And it's over!"

"…"

"What, what is it?"

"Look up."

"What? OHMYGODWHATAREYOUDOINGTHEREGETHEROFFGETHEROFFPLEASESTOPIMDYING."

"Figures... Already doOoomph!? Best death ever..."