Emma couldn't help but groan audibly into Abby's mouth upon hearing the imps shrill voice sounds through the hallway. She had already started to hate that pesky little demon, especially now he seemed to bother her at one of the more important moments in her life. She just got her first real kiss, which was giving the circumstances, a pretty amazing feat.<br/><br/>Abby's tail slid back from Emilia's innerthigh and hung limply between her own legs as she heard the sinister voice of her fellow demon call out for her.<br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><br/>
''Oh no. Not good, not good at all! Zylot has been telling things to master again, master is going to punish us!''<br/>
</span></span><br/>Emilia looked up curiously to Abigail and wondered what could frighten such a demon as herself, when she realised someone had to be powerful enough to keep those demons in check in the end. She was beginning to get curious about this master, especially because she has heard so many renowned things about him as well. By the tales told of him, she would expect some crooked old man with a long grey beard and creepy black eyes sitting behind the oldest tomes she has ever seen. It wasn't helping when Abigail began to bite her long nails either, looking rather frightened from the walls back to Emmy again.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">''He is going to punish Abigail for whatever Zylot told him. Abby don't like punishments, she likes to play. She is not like the other succubus... They say they like the punishments.. And you, he is going to be really bad for you. You're so new, and nice. Oh, no. Not good, not good at all!''</span></span><br/><br/>''Abby, what is so horrible about your master? It can't be all that bad. Worst he could do is send me back to my grandma when he is not happy with my services. That would actually be very unfortunate for me, the bitch would never forgive me for failing to be an elf<i> and</i>an apprentice. It would be the last straw...''<br/><br/>Emmy sighed and took Abigails fingers out of her mouth as she squeezed her hand assuringly.<br/><br/>''Come on, let's not be late shall we? Maybe we can still repair some damage by telling our side of the story. Can you teleport us up there?''<br/><br/>****<br/><br/>It only took a few seconds for the succubus to materialize both her and the apprentice into the large studyroom of Lethendris. A huff of smoke alarmed the warlock about their coming, before both women appeared, the succubus tail wrapped around Emilia's waist in some anxious attempt for comfort. Nevertheless, the look upon Emilia's face was priceless, as she gaped around the room to marvel at the various old tomes and dusty books lying around. Her long dark red hair was curled as she twisted it around her finger anxiously. Her freckled nose wiggled of the dustparticles that had flown up from them coming into the room, trying to hold back a sneeze as best as she could.<br/><br/>The pair looked very odd together. The succubus in her own leathery lingerie that hardly covered anything at all, and the apprentice in a dress that she had been wearing with its tear getting more visible by the minute. Which she noticed and desperately tried to cover by putting her elbows in her side. Not that it could better her appearance, as she was already covered in hell-hound drool, wearing the most ill-fitting garb in the world, with her breasts about to pop out of it's confinements.<br/><br/>And all of that was the first impression Lethendris got from his new so-called warlock apprentice. If only Emilia had been able to see him first, her reaction would perhaps had been a little bit more differently.<br/><br/>''I don't think he is here, Abby. Djees, the old man could use a maid in here. Look at all this dust, and it smells as if someone has died in here as well. Hope he hasn't gotten a heart-attack yet''<br/><br/>Emmy laughed, and poked Abby in her side as she cracked her jokes about the room. But as her elbow moved, she suddenly realised that the succubus had turned around and stared at something behind her.<i>Oh great, the warlock is standing behind me. Might just as well be, with my luck.</i><br/><br/>Slowly Emmy turned around, carefully looking at the ground to avoid eye-contact as she guiltily shuffled her feet. She really hoped this would turn out well, as she noticed the old, but expensive slippers and robes from the warlock hanging before her eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>