{Delilah}

Another week had passed and I was starting to get bored being locked in a room all day. When Ben came to visit me I asked if I could be let out. He said yes because he was going to let me out today anyway. He went even so far as to say that there was something he needed to show me.

He led me down the hallway to a waiting car outside. I got excited because I was happy to get out and see the outside world again.

Once we got in the car Ben told the driver where to go. The address sounded familiar because Frank and I used to visit this address before. It was a fine dining restaurant that had a club attached to it. I thought we were going to the restaurant but we didn't. We went to the club instead.

Ben pretty much dragged me along bypassing the bar and into a backroom. Once we entered the room I saw a group of men sitting around eating food, talking and drinking beer.

I looked at Ben. "What's this about?"

Ben didn't say anything. He cleared his throat and the whole room went silent. "Everyone, I would like you to meet the lady of the mafia, and her name is Delilah."

I stared at him in disbelief. "I'm the lady of the what now?"

"The mafia and this mafia in particular is called: Satan's Crew," Ben answered. "They also answer to you within reason but they mostly answer to me. So just because you're also a Boss make sure to run any of your decisions by me first. There is one thing that you need to do to officially become a part of the group."

I tilted my head. "And what might that be?"

"You need to get a tattoo," Ben said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it's the symbol of our gang and with the tattoo you'll be protected by us," Ben explained.

I looked around at the group of men to see them raising their eyebrows at Ben with looks that were questioning his actions for whatever the reason.

Ben snarled, "Do we have a problem?"

Everyone shook their heads and said, "No Boss."

Ben nodded. "Now I'm going to send my lovely wife over to the tattoo area to get that taken care of. I'll be back shortly."

"Yes Boss!" Everyone said.

With that, he escorted me out of the room.

***

{Ben}

I went back to the back room where the "mafia" was waiting for me. We weren't really a mafia, we just acted like one. I must say, our acting was on point today. The "mafia" is actually a group of Satan's servants and he put together to help him gather wicked souls and present them to the Grim Reaper to be sorted. True, Satan did choose me to be the leader so I had to act the part. I'd hate to find out the consequences Satan would give me if I didn't do a good job on my missions.

As soon as I entered the room my co-workers cheered. I chuckled, "Yes, yes I know you flatter me too much. The acting is on point. Although this won't really become an official mafia until the rightful leader takes their spot on the team."

"Here! Here! Long live the Princess!" One of my co-workers shouted.

"Yeah!" Everyone else cheered.

I clapped to get everyone's attention. "Alright everyone, drinks are on-"

"I wouldn't celebrate too soon if I were you," I heard Alastor say. He is another guy that I for sure wouldn't want to piss off because he takes delight in torturing people. As a matter of fact he oversees the sorting of the humans who are sent to Hell for punishment.

I shuddered when I saw him and bowed just like everyone else in the room was doing.

"Your Highness, what brings you to our humble abode?" I said after he motioned for me to stop bowing.

"I'm just checking in to see how well the mission is going on," Alastor said. "And it seems like things are going smoothly." He paused. "Where's Delilah?"

"Oh she's getting branded by way of a tattoo," I said. "She'll be back shortly and I'll make sure she goes home and tonight I'll make sure that enough magic is connected to the possession stone and she'll be ready for possession."

"Excellent!" Alastor said. "I'll be checking in on you later, keep up the good work boys and the drinks are on me!"

Alastor stayed a little bit to pay for the drinks and he left just in time for Delilah to walk into the room. She didn't look well, probably in pain from getting the tattoo. I escorted her home and tucked her into bed. I couldn't stop smiling like an idiot knowing what was in store for Delilah in the near future.

***

{Alastor}

Normally, I enjoy the screams of people suffering but this is an exception to the rule. Today I was feeling more annoyed with Princess Victoria's screams. But I comforted myself by the fact that she was making progress in shedding her skin to become a full demon and not just a fledgling demon.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

On the other hand Walter was making even more progress at shedding his skin.

Even though Princess Victoria's been screaming in pain she broke out of the silver chains that I had her tied up in at first and has tried to kill me twice. I think she realized that you can't really kill a demon and stopped trying at least for now. On the other hand, Walter hasn't tried to kill me for whatever the reason.

I visited the cave that Princess Victoria's been calling a dungeon for the fourth time this week. At this point I just want her to shed her skin so Delilah can be possessed. The idea is when Princess Victoria sheds her skin she can still use her human body if she chooses to. The same thing would go for Walter.

Delilah will be possessed. The plan is to make it look like she murdered Princess Victoria and Walter. From what I know of Delilah's name has already been dragged through the mud by people calling her a gold digging whore, which she pretty much is.

When I saw Princess Victoria today I was delighted about how much progress she was making. She was starting to look more like a demon than a human. Demons have a specific color to their skin and it's a dark red color. One would think that a demon is just a human that got severe sunburn. Demons look like they workout everyday 24/7 and that depends on how much power they have. That goes for both males and females. All demons have a long tail and at the end of the tail it looks like a spade from a playing card. All demons have human-like feet and hands that can be turned into claws when they're angry.

With Princess Victoria, I saw that she had developed claws for hands and they kept changing back and forth between human hands and claws. I smiled because I knew once she fully transformed into a demon she would learn how to change her appearance at will.

"What the fuck do you want now Alastor?" Princess Victoria snapped.

"Now, now Princess-" I said. I couldn't finish my sentence when she charged at me. I just stepped out of the way and she ran into the nearby wall. I chuckled at her lack of fighting experience. "Don't worry Princess, I'll teach you how to fight and you'll be a beast when it comes down to warfare. Satan will be proud!"

"I don't fucking care what Satan wants and I don't care what you want!" Princess Victoria roared. "I just want to stop feeling this stupid pain that I'm in and get out of here!"

"Don't worry, you'll stop feeling pain once the transformation is complete. Honestly, I've never seen a transformation take this long before," I said. Then I thought of something that just might speed up her transformation. Usually I use it for torturing people but even though this might bring her more pain maybe it would. The sooner she transforms, the sooner she can start learning to become the next ruler of Hell.

I cleared my throat and started to sing, "I'm not going to sing a lullaby. I'm going to sing you a curse. It might help you transform and die a little sooner. Staying alive will only make things worse."

Princess Victoria howled in pain as one of her wings came out and she rolled around on the ground as if she were on fire.

"Interesting," I said. I continued with my song, "I'm going to make you hate me. You're gonna scream and shout. I'm going to make you wanna kill me. If you don't believe me then you can give me an X to doubt."

"Oh I want to kill you alright! I'll kill and send you back to Hell where you belong!" Princess Victoria as she tried charging at me again.

I sighed and stepped aside to dodge her. I kept singing, "You got claws and got your skin tone down. But you're still a little bit weak. I wouldn't expect anything less from a fledgling that's a Royal. Pain is your best friend, it tells you that you're fine. So don't worry you'll be fine.

"I'm going to make you hate me. You're gonna scream and shout. I'm going to make you wanna kill me. If you don't believe me then you can give me an X to doubt."

I smiled because from the looks of it the transformation was being sped up. Why didn't I think of this sooner? She'll be transformed in no time at all.

She looked up at me and her eyes turned from their usual black to blood red. She reached out and somehow managed to scratch my face. Normally I would hit back and the torture someone even worse for that but Princess Victoria is an exception to the rule. Actually, my heart swelled with joy. But because I was a demon the scratches on my face healed quickly.

Then I thought of an idea. The little "mafia" that Satan decided to put together had already captured a fresh batch of humans that needed to be killed for one reason or another. So I snapped my fingers and six humans appeared in front of Princess Victoria.

I pointed her in the direction of where the humans were and sang, "Now I see your little pretty claws here. Maybe we can put them to the test? I have some humans that you can kill."

"I'm not a fucking killer!" Princess Victoria growled.

"Oh but you will be, that is the nature of demons," I said.

She paused. "Is that what's going to make the pain go away?"

I nodded. "Of course, you're not human my dear and you don't have to feel pity for them. They need to be killed. You are more powerful than any human is!"

She hesitated and then she went down the line and ripped the throats out of every single human standing there. I clapped in excitement when she did that.

She looked up at me and snarled, "Oh don't get too happy Alastor! We have unfinished business!"

I nodded. "Of course we do, Your Highness! I'm not done making you hate me! I'm still going to make you wanna scream and shout! I'm not done making you hate me! If you don't believe me then you can give me an X to doubt."

An hour later Princess Victoria was completely transformed into a demon. She looked hot! Her skin was dark red and she had muscles as if she worked out at the gym. She didn't have any clothes on just yet and I was going to fix that soon. Her black hair went down to her butt and she had a long black pointy tail. She had tiny black horns poking out of her head and her hands that were claws turned into hands again. Her black wings were big and fluffy and stood out behind her.

I had to remind myself that she has a mate and she'll be my future niece so that I didn't hit on her. But I did praise her, "Oh my, my! Your transformation is complete! And you look beautiful!"

"Question," Princess Victoria said, "Where's Walter?"

"Oh, he actually completed his transformation a couple of days ago and he's in his room. He's been asking for you by way," I said.

She perked up, "Really? Can I see him?"

I shook my head. "Not yet. First off I need to get you some clothes and then you'll be led to your room and be taken care of. And then you'll be greeted by the welcome committee and your father afterwards."

"You mean Issacs's here?" She said with excitement.

My right eye twitched at hearing his name come out of her mouth. I composed myself, "No, Isaac isn't here because he isn't a demon. He's human and he's not your real father like you think he is. I mean your real, real father will greet you. And you'll be surprised to find out who it is!"

Princess Victoria seemed puzzled by that statement and I don't blame her. I suspect it's going to take some time for her to get adjusted to being in Hell but I decided that I would try my best to be patient with her. Although patience isn't my strong suite.

I snapped my fingers and got her dressed in the same type of clothes that she came in. She was wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt that had holes for her wings to stick out of.

"Come along now, it's time for you to start getting adjusted to your new home," I said.

Without another word she followed me to the black gate that led to the castle in Hell.