<strong>Suzafan, in her chamber</strong><br/><br/>“Imp!!! Where have you scurried to? I shall make a soup out of your ugly head…” the short haired demoness mumbled, searching frantically for the one thing which made her skin tingle with excitement. Her room, like most parts of her mind, was a mess, but even in chaos there is some kind of twisted order and if she remembered correctly,  the last time she saw it was somewhere under a pile of rugged furs.<br/><br/>“It’s been ages..” she spoke to herself more than eager to find and use it on the angel. A short figure approached her, waving its pointy tail from left to right in a fidgety manner.<br/>“You’re not my imp!” Suzafan replied with bewilderment, pulling the poor creature by its large ears “what have you done? Change shape? “<br/>The creature let out a painful squeek before falling on the ground,gathering both its knees over its chest and curled up like a ball.<br/><br/>“I had no idea you ugly things can do that…” Suzafan said bending her own knees to reach the imp like a kid bullying a wounded animal “..change your form and all that.Get back to your real looks!” the succubus demanded without being aware that the creature from which she had almost pulled his ears out of its skull was in fact the imp sent by Belphegor with a message.<br/><br/>Anyone as old as herself who was roaming free between the seventh circle and the second one for so many hundreds of years knew that imps had various powers, but the ability to change their immortal shells wasn’t one of them. Alas, Suzafan paid as much attention to details in the afterlife as she did while she was still a human, which is to say absolutely none.<br/>This time however fate was on her side, for on the cushioned floor of her chamber, next to the curling creature was the rune given by Belphegor to be delivered. Suzafan recognised the signature and opened her mouth to protest, but the message was clear:<em> "The angel is mine for now. DO NOT interfere! Or your actions will be considered as direct insubordination against our Lord."</em><br/><br/>It could have meant anything from “stay out of my business with the Celestial” to “stay out of anything that happens next” because when Belphegor was somewhere, things started to stir and somehow it always ended bad for everyone involved. Belphegor was known in Hell as the demon’s prosecutor while unfriendly voices labeled her as the Demon Lord’s pet, although the said voices always trembled upon hearing her name. Even someone as wild and unpredictable as Suzafan knew that if Belphegor was here, The Queen had clearly done something to attract the Demon’s Lord attention…sure as hell Suzafan will stick around and see just how crazy things will turn out from now on!<br/><br/>Leaving the imp to recover from the shock, Suzafan left her room jumping on her toes and making pirouettes in the air like someone who just won the grand prize at the lottery, heading towards the Mauve Chamber where Erato was busy with the two captives from before. Pushing the doors wide, Suzafan entered the room with a smile as bright as the sun, which was a lot of light considering the place.<br/><br/><strong>Erato and Suzafan</strong><br/><br/>The purple skinned succubus was apparently annoyed by her captive’s lack of imagination. Mark and Drell were both so different in terms of personality and yet so similar in their reactions based on fear, that the blue-eyed demoness found them utterly dissapointing. It wasn’t their fault, Erato never took pleasure in seducing and corrupting men, her only desire was to please the Queen and somehow end up as her favourite amongst the other members of the Court. Unlike all the other succubi, her desire was sincere as well as her devotion and it was based solely on her twisted love for the Queen, not on ambition or thirst for power as it so very often happened in the second layer.<br/><br/>“Have you already gotten bored torturing the Celestial?” she asked Suzafan matter-of-factly, not bothering to look her way when the short haired succubus entered her chamber. Erato knew that her demented sister would never take her advice into account, quite on the contrary. Suzafan always had to do the opposite just because it suited her so well and maybe the fact that Erato was always looking out for her best intereste also helped her a little in taking the worst kind of decisions. Intially part of the seventh layer, known as the Cirlce of Violence, Suzafan was deemed higher in rank because of her origin, but here she was somewhat under Erato’s ruling.<br/><br/>“The damned angel is under Belphegor’s care now” Suzafan replied excited. It was clear she was waiting eagerly to pass the information ever since she had received it.<br/><br/>“WHAT?” Erato’s blue eyes caught fire. Suzafan had never seen the horned succubus lose control over herself like that, but she supposed this was a good reaction according to her twisted scale of emotions.<br/><br/>“Yessss” she hissed thinking about Caliko’s forked tongue for the second time that day …“isn’t it marveloussss….and to think that even the Demon Lord might pay us a visit!”<br/><br/>Erato’s gaze was meant to shut her up and it had the desired effect. Leaving her duty and taking the long whip in her hands once more, Erato stormed out of her chamber, having absolutely no idea what was best to do next. Somehow, in any way possible, she had to stop Belphegor’s interrogation. Never in her wildest nightmares had Erato ever thought that hell’s prosecutor would come to their layer.<br/><br/><strong>The Queen, tagged La’cael’rah</strong><br/><br/>The sweetest laughter rose from her lips, genuine in its outburst of amusement. The Queen had missed real, spontaneous humor for far too long. Her “home” was anything else but dirty and yet the fae had seen that it needed cleaning. She pondered a while, still amused by the thought, on how he would manage to clean up a whole Circle of hell where blood and various other things were much messier than the dust and the cobwebs he must have been accustomed to until now.<br/><br/>As he placed the red cloak on her shoulders, the Queen placed her hand on his, letting both of them to rest against her right shoulder. She gently caressed the top of his hand with her fingers before taking his wrist and twisting it, forcing La’cael’rah to kneel behind her as she turned to face him. Her other hand touched his jawline, raising his head so their eyes would meet.<br/>“You are free to visit every chamber from my castle…” she said kindly, like talking to a child …”but so is everyone else. Some may find your wings alluring and decide to take them for themselves.” Her voice was kind and warm, but her grip on him was painful. “Obey me in every sense and I shall protect you. Complain again and you will be at their mercy.”<br/><br/>The Queen knew very well that once she took a gift, no one was allowed to touch it except under her orders. Still, it never hurt to have La’cael’rah seek only her “undying affection” willingly.<br/>“Your cage will be the loveliest home you ever had” she said forcing him to rise on his feet again and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.<br/><br/>“We leave now.” She said letting go and headed outside. The red cloak covered her sculptured body, revealing only the slender legs with each step she took. It was time to take a look at the last prisoner, the one who was brought later than the rest.<br/>