<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ca/33/6e/ca336ed258e925c6fb4bb22b3bf8cca1.jpg)</div>High Prince Arch'o of the Demonseq Empire was forming a plan. The Royal Blood in his veins sang as he sat on his obsidian throne, his red skin and tall, powerful frame grabbing attention as he considered the scene before him. Near him sat the scroll of the Nemeian Prophecies, the Always-True But Ever-Vague. He sat, and he watched with tapping of his black claw-nails on the obsidian. He pondered, and he watched.<br/><br/>The rifts came in cycles, that was clear. When he was born there had been no confirmed rifts between this plane and the human world in centuries. Now there were several a year. Small ones, never lasting more then a few hours and rarely any larger then what it took for one being to travel through but it was enough. 10 years ago a woman from the human world fell through by accident, it happened again 2 years later.<br/><br/>A year after that it was decreed that when a rift was found a Demonsian could step through and raid on purpose as long as they killed themselves if they failed to return in time. Now the Nemeian Prophecies spoke of the largest rift yet coming, and where it would open. He thought, he planned, and now he had to be sure. In his throneroom he had summoned representative of all houses that had taken humans from the rift raids, usually women that they then took as concubines.<br/><br/>In the human world, they viewed sex and copulation as something that was at best a necessary evil. The Demonsians did not. Attraction was Natural, acting on it also Natural. He had intended to ask questions to the human concubines but just watching them at this event answered them for him. They may not come to this world willingly, but within a few weeks these woman concubines would never dream of leaving their new masters. Some could not even resist long enough to finish this event and were raising their hindquarters for Demonsian cocks right here in the open.<br/><br/>Legally he could take any of them that have never taken seed, but for now these were viewed as the acts of deviants. No, the Prince has to take his own for the good of his people.<br/><br/>"<strong>Hold Fast, I have an Announcement.</strong>" he speaks loud, and the crowd stops.<br/><br/>"<strong>The Prophecies Speak of the Largest Rift Yet, Soon.</strong>"<br/><br/>Cheering from around the Room.<br/><br/>"<strong>They speak of the future of our People. Of Love Won and Wars Fought. And I, I intend to be prepared.</strong>"<br/><br/>Another cheer, even louder this time.<br/><br/>"<strong>Prepare our largest raiding party yet. Anything specifically meant for the Human King is Mine by Decree - but the rest, the rest is yours!</strong>"<br/><br/>A cry in the halls, and he smalls. Of course, the prophecies also said that this would lead to a War beyond Wars that would result, one that risked Oblivion for the Demonsians - but the plan he took, the Race Against Oblivion - well, that he could keep for himself for a while.<br/><br/>When the Rift Comes, they will be Ready.