His sexual appetite was sated for the moment and he was ready to be done with Wyonna, but she called out to him once more. Of course she wanted to know how long she had, and he couldn't help but smirk to himself at the fact that she had so quickly entered into a contract with him without first getting an idea of the finer points of their agreement. Of course, he hadn't given her much of a chance to either, but that was an argument to be made for another day. He still owed her an answer, for in the binding terms of their deal that she had foolishly glossed over he had to answer her questions with truth, though his kind often found a way to twist words to meet their own needs. This was one of those instances he found himself in, for the seed he had planted within her would grow into something so beautifully unholy, but it was not something he wanted her privy to just yet.<br/><br/>Turning back to her he watched as she hoisted herself up from the prone position he had left her in and a hint of admiration crossed his features. She was certainly strong in both body and spirit to stand after the sadistic beating he had administered to her only minutes earlier. He could only hope that her womb was as full of strength as the rest of her, a fact that he had little reason to doubt though as she stared him down with defiance. He placed a finger to his lips and rolled his dark eyes upwards in a mock expression of calculation, as though he had to think of the answer she had requested. Letting his gaze fall back upon her battered form he smiled almost sweetly before speaking. "You will have at least fourteen years of clear sight. However, your choices between now and then can either lengthen or shorten that allotment. The rest, is up to you my love..." Spencer stepped backwards into the shadows, his form slowly dissipating until the last remaining sight was his burning red eyes lingering over her for a second longer before they too evaporated.<br/><br/>The transition to his unearthly realm was as seamless as his original crossing, but he had expended a lot of his power during his malevolent session with the witch girl. He had intended to cross back into the third circle of Gluttony to brag about his latest conquest to Horace the bartender. However, something had derailed his passage and instead he found himself in the lobby of a brothel that he knew very well. He was back home in the second circle, the one known as Lust, and the sounds of unfulfilled pleasures rang out all around him. Cursing beneath his breath Spencer turned around to face the one that had summoned him. A woman dressed in a flowing red gown with a neckline that dipped down to her navel stood before him, and while the demon wished to take in the swell of her nearly exposed bosom he knew that respect was to be maintained with this being. "Evelynn," he said with a forced smile as he looked into the black pools of her empty eye sockets, "You called for me?"<br/><br/>The dark-haired succubus stepped forward and ran inch long nails across his chin before viciously slashing him across his right cheek with them. "Do not play coy with me Spencer," her voice was harmonious, but deathly serious all the same, "I do not care how you bind your contracts, but were you intentionally trying to father a child with a human, and a witch at that?"<br/><br/>The wound on his face stung harshly, but the demon stood his ground nonetheless. He knew that any sign of weakness could trigger the end for him, and he would not give this demonic whore the satisfaction if he could help it. "I was Evelynn," he stated plainly as he drew a handkerchief from his breast pocket and pressed it to the claw marks, "and I was doing it to further the glory of our Dark Father. A child of this breeding will be immensely powerful, and we do not come across true witches that often anymore if I may be so bold as to remind you. So, I made an executive decision and I stand by it."<br/><br/>The succubus rubbed up against him in an almost intimate fashion, a sinister grin of her own creasing her perfect red lips. She pulled the handkerchief away from his wound and ran her tongue across the tender flesh she had rent. "You had best not get any ideas my boy," she whispered into his ear as her other hand slid down to his crotch and gripped his weakened manhood fiercely, "because I know just what to take from you to hurt you." Releasing him from her grasp she turned and floated away down the hall as though nothing had transpired.<br/><br/>Cradling his aching balls once she was out of sight Spencer spat in the direction she had exited. He grinned despite the pains the unholy bitch had inflicted, for he had thought the entire scenario through carefully. The seed he had implanted in Wyonna's womb would indeed serve the Dark Father well, but it would also provide him with the leverage to finally realize his own ambitions as the rightful ruler to Hell's second circle.