Emilia looked back the demonic creature as it called out its unsatisfaction and disbelief at what he was seeing.  Not that she looked outdone by the seething words of the muttering imp. For someone who was being called a fat, big, giant gnome she surely knew how to look bored while being yelled at. Instead, she directed her attention at the imp and lifted her finger as he recited the words from the parchment.<br/><br/>‘’Please expect a Sin’dorei<i>lady</i>’’ She quoted from the letter, putting the emphasis on<i>lady</i>once again. ‘’My grandma sure knows how to introduce me to new people. I think you would love her, really. You both seem to share the same opinion about me right away’’<br/><br/>Returning her attention at the chalice, she could see how the imp fell short on trying to correct her behaviour in the room. But after hearing him change his mind, Emilia decided to thread more carefully around the repulsive little creature. His trying-to-be-charming smile was unsettling as well, as she picked up her bag again and followed him down an evenly charming corridor. She did not know what to expect from a warlock-master given by her grandmother, but she had to admit to herself, the bitch had surely outdone herself this time when she saw what was in store for her.<br/><br/>Emilia bit her lip as the imp pushed open the decayed door of her so-called quarters. She was used to living in the woods and sleeping beneath the stars of the sky upon a bed of grass, but the hardships of this dungeon were of whole different matter. Especially after seeing the bleached skeleton, she took a firm grip upon the frame of the door, as if to hold herself up from falling.<br/><br/>The imp was definitely trying to scare her in his own humorous way, she thought to herself. Or he was trying to rid himself of her, as her grandmother had probably requested. Maybe he even knew  Pipper, the imp of her family. A whole assortment of conspiracy theories was raging through her mind when the demon was explaining her tasks to her.<br/><br/>She couldn’t help but smile of the whole situation, already noticing that her apparent humour was visibly angering the imp even more. Like she was ever going to obey a demonic steward. If the master did not like what she did, he should come and discharge her of her duties, as she already mentally made notes to never sleep in that foul chamber.  Or wear that awful uniform. As for feeding the hellhounds, she had no idea how she was going to go up against those demons. But she was going to fulfil her task, and annoying that buggering imp just a little bit more.<br/><br/>Yeah, they were definitely going to be bestest friends in here.<br/><br/>When the imp hurriedly left,  giving her one last look of pure hatred that she returned with the brightest smile she could muster up, she turned around and stood before the hellhounds door. The beasts were already getting ecstatic of the smell of her just being there, barging into the door as if they could rip her to shreds by just hitting the wood hard enough. Emilia knew that going in unprepared was not going to end well. At least not for her.<br/><br/>Suddenly an idea came to mind, and she scurried back to her ‘own quarters’ as she smiled at her new roommate.<br/><br/>‘’Sorry Rosa, but I’m just going to use some of your ribs for now. It’s not like you need them for breathing or anything…’’<br/><br/>Armed with a bunch of bones and a plan, she stood before the heavy iron door and wondered how fast she could throw the bones in and close it again. As she was standing there, wiggling her nose at the stench coming from the kennels she heard a light lilted laugh from behind her. A hot, soft tail slid over her sides and wiggled its way into her dress by finding the tear she had caused before.<br/><br/>Without turning around she knew already what was standing behind her, laughing at her for what she was forced to do as a task. Knowing that the imp already hated her to bits, Emilia thought she at least had to try and befriend the Succubus. Who knows, perhaps she might come in handy.<br/><br/>‘’Hello there, I knew someone was watching me from the shadows… What is your name in this hellhole?’’<br/><br/>The succubus laughed again, and curled her tail around Emilia’s waist as she pulled herself closer and leaned upon the apprentices shoulders. With a voice as dark as the night’s sky and as smooth as the softest velvet she whispered into Emmy’s ear.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'"><span style="color: DarkRed">‘’The name is Abigail, but such a pretty little thing like you can call her Abby if you like…’’</span></span><br/><br/>Emilia threw the bones on the floor and turned around to look the demon in her eyes. She was standing close enough that she could almost lick the demons lips if she would try. She didn’t though, nor did she step backwards to give herself some space. Emmy just simply did not care, or was already used to the antics of an succubus, visibly impressing Abigail already.<br/><br/>‘’Nice to meet you Abby, my name is Emilia. And uhm.. Thanks for calling me pretty, you’re probably by far the first to ever call me that. If you don’t count in my mom.’’<br/><br/>Abigail smiled and purred the name Emmy as if she was imprinting it in her mind, to try and not forget it. The succubus stepped backwards and circled around the new apprentice, letting her eyes glide over every curve and muscled tone upon Emilia’s body. With a look of utter confusion and a little sulking lip she slid her fingers over the ill-fitting dress, subtly flicking the hardened nipple Emmy had on its way up. Without making a peep, Emmy tilted her head and smiled brightly.<br/><br/>‘’You look like you’ve never seen a woman’s body before in your life. Which is, to my opinion hard to believe, seeing the nature of your demonic being.’’<br/><br/>Purring once more, Abigail crossed her arms and licked her canine teeth as if she was pondering a difficult question. Her tail had already left Emmy’s waist, knowing she could not unsettle the girl by her antics, she was going to inquire about her second most important interest first.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkRed">‘’Abigail has seen many races in her life, dearie. But she has never seen a body like yours before… What are you exactly?’</span></span>’<br/><br/>Emmy could not help but laugh out loud from the question that was so bluntly asked to her. But she wasn’t going to answer it yet though, as a suddenly much better plan formed inside of her smart little mind.<br/><br/>‘’Well… I see you’re very curious. And I do love curious questions, but you know, that pesky little imp has asked me to do something quite impossible. And I kind of need to do that first, which will probably result into me dying or being horribly disfigured. Meaning I can’t really explain to you the answer of that question, or have a nice… ‘’<br/><br/>Emmy leaned in, placing her hands upon the demoness shoulders as she lowered her voice in an attempt to sound sultry herself, and whispered the last words to Abigail.<br/><br/>‘’Little chat with you. Unless… you could help me feed these hellhounds together?’’<br/><br/>Abigail gasped an audible ‘Ooooh’ as the new apprentice seemed to flirt back, giving the lusty demon a certain twist she rather seemed to enjoy. Her tail was swaying from side to side as she wrapped it around Emmy’s leg, letting the tip softly stroke over the girls bumcheeks. Something that was definitely having some effect on Emmy herself as well...<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkRed">‘’Abby does like a little chat you know… And Zylot is always a pain in the ass. Thinking he is master’s big important steward and all. He is only making you feed the hellhounds, just so he can get rid of you. Master never knows what happened to the apprentices, master is always upstairs playing with his new spells. He never pays attention to poor little Abigail anymore.’’</span></span><br/><br/>The demoness began to sulk again, her lip trembling in a fake attempt to look sad. Emilia reached out and flicked it for a second, as she winked at the demon to coax her a little more in helping her feed the hellhounds. It seemed that it was more than enough to do the trick, as the lonely succubus decided that Emilia was a far better plaything alive and in one piece. Within a few hours, both women had been able to feed the hellhounds without getting harmed. Which wasn’t so hard after all, seeing that Abigail could teleport into the chamber to charm all the demonic dogs into  loving them.<br/><br/>Feeding them hellhounds her precious mana was a little tiring though, and as soon as the task was finished, Emmy leaned back at the wall of the hallway and sighed deeply of relief.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkRed">‘’Are you ok, Emmy? Abby thinks the doggies were very hungry. They have not been fed for a good couple of months now. Not since Rosa was still alive. ‘’</span></span><br/><br/>‘’I’ll be ok, Abby. I’m just really tired, and that bed isn’t really comfortable to rest in''  Emmy winked and laughed at the succubus as she gave her hand a little squeeze.<br/><br/>''As for my promise, I would tell you what kind of race I was. Well, I’m an halfelf. Half Sin’dorei and half human, by my father’s side. My grandmother bloody well hates it, she thinks, just like Zylot does, that I’m an abomination of the Elven race. I’m glad there is at least one person I’ve met now, who seems to like what she sees!’’<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="color: DarkRed">‘’Abby thinks you’re gorgeous. Much better than Rosa was, scrawny, skinny little girls them elventhings are! Besides, you are funny and smart to Abby. Abby likes that!’’</span></span><br/><br/>And without a warning, the steamy hot lips of a succubus were suddenly pressed passionately against Emilia’s mouth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>