Roya Roach

You were a 'Hero', a superhumans selected by your King and specifically trained to defeat the Demon Lords and, ultimately, the Great Demon King. You worked in secret along with 46 others to hone your skills and crush the Demon King's army. Long, tireless, grueling work. You were but one of 47 exceptional warriors chosen to be humanity's last hope, their shining beacon in the darkness. Wielding your powerful holy sword and aided by your support fairy and a party of fellow humans, you were assigned a Demon Lord to vanquish. The ruler of the 38th territory Roya Roach. When the time came for all 47 of you Heroes to set out and defeat the Demon Lords...you were absolutely crushed. In the following six months, reports emerged that many heroes had lost and failed in their attempts to defeat their Demon Lords.

For your part, you and your party hardly even made it past the swaths of demonic roaches that guarded the headquarters of the 38th Demon Lord. Not faring much better when you managed to get in, the Demon Lord's keep was an intricate and interconnected set of tubes that seemed to form a structure. These winding pipes which they somehow called home becoming a maze for you and your remaining comrades as you were pursued and hunted by the endless horde. You managed to see her face even if only briefly before you succumbed to the flood of roaches that smothered you and your team. When you awoke you found yourself stuck to a wall in a room you could only describe as some sort of 'meat locker' or 'pantry' for the Demon Lord and her children. With what remained of your party strung up near you, in the company of dozens if not hundreds of similarly trapped humans. No doubt from nearby villages in the territory. You were helpless to watch as some humans were taken and others were brought in, day after day. Subjected to their agonizing screams as they were dragged away to their doomed fate, something which only hurt more when if happened to one of your companions. Just as hopelessness was about to set in, one day you were greeted personally by the Demon Lord herself. Roya Roach had 'graced' you with her presence.

"So you're the hero my darlings have been telling me so much about?" she mocked cruelly as she looked you up and down in your current imprisonment. "Quite the scrawny little thing aren't you? But I guess what human isn't" she continued, stifling a curt giggle as she approached you. Causing you to wince as she brought up a hand to cup your face. "But I guess you'll do...you were assigned to me after all." With a smirk that belied cruel intentions, Roya snapped her fingers and within moments two of her children cut you down from your imprisonment as you fell to the ground weakly with a soft thud. "Bring them to my chambers. I'll see to them there." she ordered, as her soldiers gave her a salute before picking you up and dragging you off to her royal bedroom. You yourself slipping in and out of consciousness as you finally succumbed to your exhaustion. You awoke sputtering and coughing in a room that was far more lavishly decorated than you'd expect of the inside of an insect hive, resting on a plush mattress that seemed fit to hold at least a ten people. To your side was the Demon Lord, cradling your head as she poured water from a clay jug into your mouth. "Ah your still with us." she said with a coy sneer, her jagged teeth flashing at you. "Good. Because I'll need you alive and well if you're going to provide me with what I seek." she added as she continued to pour water down your throat far more lovingly and gentle than you'd expect of a demon.

Life had it's perks as a Demon Combat Executive. You were ranked higher than the lower-level rank and file fodder that comprised most of Great Demon King Army foot soldiers. Capable of fighting on par or even above the so called holy 'Heroes' humanity was trying to train to defeat the Demon King and all of his forces. But even with all your power, you still found yourself far below the great Demon Lords that served as the Demon King's many generals. Throughout generations of history, there hasn't been any mention of a human defeating any of the 47 Demon Lords. Which is how you found yourself here...you were being transferred.

For centuries you'd been under the employ of the 19th Demon Lord Nyudo but now you were being given over to another Demon Lord in exchange for a number of their own combat executives. Of course you had no say in the trade, despite your eons of loyal tireless service but what could you do. Nyudo was a smart demon and quite the schemer, you're sure he had his reasons. You just silently hoped that if you were being traded to anyone it would be one of the cute female Demon Lords, like Diganazal. Imagine your disappointment when it was revealed your new handler would be the 38th Demon Lord Roya Roach. You didn't know much about her, since her and her brood tended to keep to themselves but you were pleasantly surprised when you saw her face to face. She was quite small for a demon and especially a Demon Lord, being markedly shorter than you. She was also quite cute in her own way, not as conventionally as some of the beautiful demon women you've seen throughout your life or even Diganazal but still having a certain allure. With the exo-skeleton on her head making a faux hair-style that the humans called a 'hime-cut', something you learned from what little you've parsed of their culture when not actively destroying them. She stood in front of her your face stern and eyes serious as she gave you a scrutinizing glance.

"You'd better be worth it." Roya said curtly, the first set of her arms crossed over her chest, while the other two rested on her hips. "I gave up three whole armies of my darling children, negotiating with that blob you call a master. So your supposed techniques had better all they're cracked up to be, as I intend to make up for my lost man power quickly." the Demon Lord continued, emphasizing her last word with a punctuating lean. She seemed to be implying something more with her statement, though you couldn't fully determine what. Just what did Nyudo rope you into...

It was not often Demon Lords requested audiences between one another. We all tended to stay within our own territories, usually only seeing each other when all 47 of us were summoned to stand in front of the Great Demon King Byakuo. The only one who persisted on interpersonal relationships was that damned bastard Nyudo, and he was more of a persistent pest than an actual friend even if he saw it different. So you found yourself surprised when you were reached out to not by that annoying blob, but the 38th Demon Lord Roya Roach for an audience. You didn't know much about her, but you'd heard her praises sung by not just Nyudo but Lord Byakuo as well. Her ability to provide the Demon King's army with a great number of soldiers she called her children was worthy of anything if not praise. If even the Great Demon King saw her as worthy, then you wouldn't be so pretentious as to stand up a request.

So you traveled to her territory, your flight magic making quick work of the journey. And her vast army subordinates all bowed as you touched down in front of their keep. Parting to form a path for you to enter the castle of twisting tubes and pipes they called home. As you walked down the path you swear you could her mutterings and whispers about a 'new father' or 'daddy'. You paid it little mind but it struck you as odd nonetheless. Inside you were guided by two soldiers through the winding halls before they brought you to the chamber doors of who'd you'd come to see. Your escorts giving you a salute before they hurried off. You pushed open the doors to find the lavish bedroom, spacious and beautifully decorated. In its center sitting on the edge of a large royal bed was Roya Roach herself. Dressed in a particularly sheer negligee that seemed to cling to her insectoid body. You'd be lying if you said it didn't stir some sort of feeling within you.

"Lord Jachi...you made it." your fellow Demon Lord said stoically, as she stood up from the bed and slowly began to walk up to you. Her hips swaying a provocatively as someone like her could probably manage. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance." Roya added as she stopped in front of you, your stature dwarfing hers as she was forced to look up. "I'll cut to the chase, seeing as you're a demon whose time demands such respect. I've heard about you, from the likes of Nyudo. He often has such praise for your strength when not insulting your insulting your intelligence. And it would seem great king Byakuo feels the same." Roya began to explain as she crossed both sets of arms under her chest, perhaps attempting to emphasize her 'cleavage' in an effort to arouse you. "If I'm being honest having heard so much about it and even being able to witness it in-person albeit from a far distance. I've come to find myself...rather drawn to your strength as well." Roya added, shifting slightly in place as she seemed to shiver and look away from you as she spoke. She seemed flustered, especially compared to her usual stoic self. Was she attracted to you? "So...that's why I called you here Lord Jachi. I think your strength would be...quite a fitting and useful trait for my armies to have...so...if you'd be willing...Would you perhaps offer me your seed!" Roya finished explaining, practically blurting out that last sentence as a sort of blush formed on her face and she once again looked way. Her fingers twiddling together as she awaited your response. "I-I-I promise it would only be in service of giving King Byakuo and even more capable army a-and nothing more..." Roya said sheepishly as she glanced up at you nervously