“I don't know why people are afraid of lust. Then I can imagine that they are very afraid of me, for I have a great lust for everything. A lust for life, a lust for how the summer-heated street feels beneath my feet, a lust for the touch of another's skin on my skin...a lust for everything. I even lust after cake. Yes, I am very lusty and very scary.”
― C. Joy Bell C.
Eldest was a big demon if he stood from his throne. The Demon Lord would stand at 20 feet tall, bigger than the she-devil but would he be strong enough to take her. For some reason Razor doubted it, but he could be wrong. Eldest had a handsome face, with a chiseled jaw and a chin puff beard with strong cheekbones. The Demon Lord had movie star good looks. Too bad he’s not that smart, thought Razor. Eldest had muscular arms and thighs, twelve pack abs, and long straight black hair. The only thing he was wearing is a brown leather loincloth and a gold chain around his neck. His leathery bat-like wings and whipcord spade tail are as black as his black heart.
His black horns protruding from the temples went straight upward. They were four feet long, and they looked sharp and deadly. The throne Eldest sat on was carved stone, it was shaped to look like naked bodies intertwined. Males and females engaged in carnal acts, but you could not tell one from the other. The throne was a dark grey with red and black cushions, it was an impressive throne that complimented the size of the Demon Lord. At the foot of the throne, succubi lay entangled around each other and at the feet of their master. Razor saw blondes, brunettes, redheads, and more. There must have been a dozen of them, and they varied in skin complexions too. There were reds, whites, browns, and a couple of greens. Razor was getting a feeling in his nether regions at just looking at the beautiful female demons before him. As Razor’s gaze took in the beauties, he noticed silver collars around all their slender necks. Those must be the slave collars he puts on all his incubi and succubi. I’m sure that every one of those girls would have escaped just like the other one if they could get those collars from around their necks.
Razor remembering that Eldest was the jealous type, quickly went down on one knee. Luckily, his buddies followed suit. Eldest looked at the three rogue demons with yellow serpent’s eyes. He studied them, with their leather and furred garments. They reminded him of the barbarians from the Badlands. Eldest did not bandy words with them, he spoke a simple command.
“Speak!”
His voice echoed throughout the throne room, it sent shivers down the spines of the rogue demons. Razor did not delay.
“My Lord Eldest, we have information about your daughter’s whereabouts. We tracked her down in the Badlands and managed to capture her, we would have brought her to you but we were interrupted. We do not know why or understand, but a greater she-devil intervened. She defeated us and took your daughter away, flying in the direction of the Frost Back Mountains.”
Eldest’s eyes widen ever so slightly at hearing that a greater she-devil had prevented his daughter's capture.
“Describe this greater she-devil.”
“Yes, my Lord. She was 15 maybe 16 feet tall, blood red skin, blue horns, wings, and tail. Her eyes were mismatch, the right was gold like a sun and the left was silver like the moon. Her hair was long and midnight black and shined like obsidian. And she was powerful, she took us out in seconds. We could do nothing against her.”
Eldest thought for a moment, then asked.
“Was she pleasing to the eyes?”
Razor nodding without hesitation said.
“She was beautiful, she may not be a succubus. But she has the looks and the body to go with it.”
Eldest without looking grabbed one of the succubi near his ankle. He grasped her neck and pulled her up none too gently. The succubus let out a gasp of pain before Eldest planted her on his lap, then he began to fondle her roughly.
“Your information is well received. You may go now.”
“My Lord if I may?”
Razor said quickly before the Nosferatu looking demon could move to usher them out the throne room. Eldest growled at the impertinence but nodded for Razor to go on.
“My Lord the Frost Back Mountains is a large area to search.”
“I am well aware of that rogue!”
Eldest let his annoyance show, and Razor spoke quickly.
“Yes, of course, you do, my point is that there is a large cave system at the base of the mountains with more than one entrance. It would be simple for the she-devil to set up wards that would alert her of intruders and make their escape. Searching the mountains would take time and effort. But I and my companions are able to track your daughter, we could lead your forces right to her without fail my Lord.”
Eldest did not seem pleased with the suggestion Razor was alluding to.
“You want me to give you a force strong enough to take on the she-devil and subdue my daughter. You are indeed impertinent. You failed to capture and return my daughter. Why in the hells should I allow you to accompany my forces at all?”
Razor tried desperately to think of a way to convince Eldest that he and his boys were the right demons for the job. When an elegant female voice said. “My Lord if I may make a suggestion?”
Eldest glanced to his right, and Razor and the others followed the Demon Lord’s gaze. There was someone sitting on a pile of cushions and pillows, but the figure was silhouetted in shadows. The female moved forward partially revealing her body to the light. Razor’s mind went blank for just a moment, he was looking at another succubus. But she was unlike any succubus he had ever seen before. Her face was a masterpiece, she was like the girl next door or a supermodel or a famous actress or a queen. Her eyes were the color of gold, her skin alabaster in complexion. She had white horns that emerged from her temples but pushed forward a little before they curved, almost meeting between her eyes. Her hair was silver-white and long, but her wings were not the typical bat-like as so many demons possess. Instead, they were black and feathered. Her tail was black and spade and the dress she wore was silver and hugged her curves. She had a slave collar around her neck too, but that collar was gold instead of silver.
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Razor would have stared at her for the rest of the day, but when Eldest spoke he remembered where he was.
“What do you wish to say Malice? I dare say you had something to do with our daughter’s escape. Why should I trust anything you have to say?”
Malice looked affronted.
“My Lord, I have served you for a thousand years. I have followed every one of your commands, even those I did not agree with. Our daughter is young and headstrong. It is true that I taught her about the outside world, but it was you who did not wish to let her go outside and experience it. You kept her here in a prison and she wanted to see the world outside her cage. If anyone is to be blamed for our daughter’s escape, look no further than yourself my Lord.”
A scowl appeared on Eldest’s face, apparently, he did not like Malice’s words. Eldest like always, when faced with the consequences of his own decisions, went on the offensive.
“Zula is mine, I do not care about her desires. Her place is with me, nothing else matters.”
Malice bowed her head in acquiescence, Razor doubted that the succubus really meant it, but it seems to have satisfied the Demon Lord.
“As you say my Lord, but as for my suggestion?”
Eldest nodded, giving her permission to continue.
“I can tell by just looking at them that these rogues are the best trackers I have ever seen. It is not their fault that Zula was able to escape from them. It sounds like this greater she-devil is something else. Devils are rare, but the lowest among them have the strength to take on a demon king. You, my Lord, are an Arch Demon, and a greater she-devil will be a lot of trouble. I suggest you use these rogue demons to track our daughter. Once they are found, a plan can be devised to separate the pair. One group can distract the greater she-devil, while the other group captures our daughter. It is the perfect plan of divide and conquer.”
When the succubus finished her speech, she laid back into the cushions the shadows hiding her features once again. She said what she wanted to say, and she was done. No arguments, no trying to convince the Demon Lord. Eldest would accept her suggestion or he would not, in the end, the Demon Lord would do what he saw fit. For a time, there was silence in the throne room. Eldest was thinking, and Razor kept his mouth shut. He knew none of his boys would say anything, it was well established long ago that Razor was the better negotiator, the key to good negotiations is to know when to talk and when to shut the hell up. This was the time to keep his mouth closed. Finally, Eldest breathed out smoke.
“Neelan.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
The Nosferatu looking demon said quickly, standing at attention.
“Summon Tombs.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
The red eyes of Neelan went black, Razor knew that the demon had some kind of link to this Tombs. Demon Lords and above usually place links on all those who swear fealty to them. In just a few seconds, the doors to the throne room opened of their own accord and a greater demon standing 13 feet in height entered. His black armored boots thudded on the carpet they were that heavy. The greater demon was covered from the waist down in black armor, but from the torso up he was bare. Tombs was a red-skinned demon like most of the population in the Nether Realm. But his body was scaled, a natural armor. This guy is trouble with a capital T, thought Razor. Tombs face was similar to a serpent, but he had human looking brown eyes. Unusual for most demons, but not unheard of. The demon had horns like a bull, and they were as red as his wings and tail. Not to mention that he was hairless.
Tombs walked past Razor and his group, not bothering to look at them. His eyes were on Eldest, as soon as he was a foot away from the steps leading to the throne. Tombs went to one knee, bowed his head, and spoke in a respectful voice.
“You summoned me, my Lord.”
“Yes Tombs, I want you to gather a contingent of greater demons and demons proficient in spell casting. My wayward daughter is heading for the Frost Back Mountains, and she is not alone. A greater she-devil is accompanying her. The three rogues behind you claim to be the best trackers in the Courts. You will use them to find my daughter and her new ally. Discover their hiding place and form a plan to separate them. Distract the greater she-devil with your greater demons and spellcasters. While another group captures my daughter.”
With the succubus still on his lap, Eldest leaned forward not caring that his massive weight was pressuring the female’s back.
“Listen to me Tombs, I want that greater she-devil here in the Palace of Lust. I will add her to my harem, capture her no matter the cost.”
Razor almost groan in frustration, getting the succubus away from the greater she-devil would be difficult. Trying to capture said greater she-devil would be almost impossible. Devils are almost impossible to capture and contain. It would take a tremendous amount of planning and magic. Damn you Eldest, don’t be greedy. Just be happy getting your daughter back, no need to borrow trouble. But Razor did not put his thoughts into words. Eldest was now looking at him.
“If you should succeed in tracking them and if they are captured. I will reward you, rogues, nicely, but should you fail again. You will know my wrath.”
Eldest sat back in his throne much to the succubus’s relief.
“Now go, do as I have commanded.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
Tombs and Razor responded at the same time, when the demons left the throne room only Neelan remained.
“Neelan.”
“Yes, my Lord.’
He bowed to his master.
“I want you to keep an eye on those rogues with your scrying. I do not trust them, should they betray me. I want orders delivered to Tombs to do away with them.”
“It will be done, my Lord.”
Neelan bowed again and left the throne room.
“Is that wise my Lord.”
As soon as everyone was gone, Malice let her displeasure of Eldest’s idea be known. Eldest turned to her once again and snared.
“Is what wise my love? Please be specific.”
Malice rolled her eyes at the word love, both of them knew that Eldest did not have a loving bone in his body.
“Trying to capture a greater she-devil is not a good idea. Devils are just too powerful and too troublesome. It would be better to just capture Zula and have them return her to you. Even if you were to capture the greater she-devil, and if she was brought to the Palace of Lust. If she ever got free, it would be disastrous for all of us.”
Eldest turned away from Malice and continued fondling the succubus on his lap. The she-demon moaned and groaned in both pain and pleasure. But when he spoke, it was to Malice.
“Capture and controlling a greater she-devil will speak of my powers and earn me much respect and fear by the other royals. I will have that greater she-devil and she will bend to my will. I do not need your advice or your presence any longer Malice. Be gone.”
Eldest waved his hand at the succubus in dismissal.
“As you wish my Lord.”
Malice disappeared using the shadows, and Eldest went on to enjoying the succubus on his lap. The succubus did not enjoy the experience.