<strong>Suzafan and Zaeroses</strong><br/><br/><br/>“Mhm..” she simply hummed as an answer to his last words. Suzafan never tried seducing an angel before and as far as she knew, none of her new found sisters from this circle related anything similar to that. It has always been in the nature of demons to battle angels and tempt humans, she wondered if daemonhood as a whole will have something to gain if things were the other way around.<br/><br/>“Control this, control that” she said feeling the softness of his silvery robes. They  were made out of a featherlight fabric which could withstand the heaviest of blows without being tattered. The hood of Zaeroses’ cloth rested on his back, no doubt it was used once to hide his handsome features from view.<br/><br/>“What’s wrong with fun ol’ chaos?” Suzafan was a not only a believer of chaos, but also an ardent follower, living by the only rule she knew best:  that there are no rules. And here stood this being of light, an extraodinary opponent by all accounts, threatening to convince her that things could just as much be different.<br/><br/>Her left hand rested for a while on top of his head while she used her fingers to play with his hair.  The right one was rubbing his stomach in a circular motion through his clothes.  The angel’s hands were hidden under his long, loose sleeves, while he simply seemed to let her have her way without showing any emotion other than a strange, serene patience. Everything Suzafan tried was proving useless against Zaeroses’ unmasked control of sensation.<br/><br/>If he was this keen on keeping his cool, than there shouldn’t be any harm in toying with him for a while, would it? Suzafan doubted he will try to escape, from what she gathered ‘till now, the angel was waiting   - no, maybe even expecting  - for his kind to show up. What was he really hoping for? That an army would arrive and purge hell of its demons?<em>Most unlikely</em>she smirked, reaching for the top end of his pants. These too were made of the same kind of fabric, only in a darker shade. The tips of her fingers were touching his skin, increasing the space between his waistline and the clothing, as if getting ready to take it down sooner or later.<br/><br/>Releasing him from her embrace, the demoness backed away and placed both hands on his shoulders, gripping the fabric once more, dragging it upwards with a sudden move, ripping its stitches with her claws at the same time. Zaeroses’ robe fell to the ground in three large pieces, beautifully drapped at his feet.<br/><br/>“I’m so very, very sorry…” she teased taking his forehead in the palm of her hand, pushing his head against her chest while again her other hand would caress his torso, feeling the angel’s skin this time. "How can you possibly<span class="bbc_u">forgive</span>me this time?" Suzafan mocked him with great pleasure this time.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Erato and La’cael’rah</strong><br/><br/>Whether she would like to meet the said satyrs or not, it was completely up to Erato to decide so she was keen on making the fae understand that by swishing her whip loudly. As usual, La’cael’rah’s naivete was making him oblivious to his surroundings, so the fae went on with his description of the bull-sized dogs from his realm. She was paying attention to his words despite having her eyes focused on the road ahead, trying to assess the presence of others, if any.<br/><br/>“Wait..” Erato said when she actually needed him to repeat the last words  “what satyr? There wasn’t any when the Queen made her choice!” her tone of voice hinted that she was blaming him for lying or having too much imagination, though the loud grunt she heard earlier was as real as it could get and she knew that.<br/>Her mistress’ orders were clear, the Queen said to bring the best males they could find, but Erato was sure she didn’t mention any beasts. In fact, the Queen had a slight tendency to overreact in the presence of anything wild, be it plant or animal, as if she hated nature itself. In one of their many nights they spent talking, her mistress once related an important event from her past, revealing her former identity to Erato who vowed to keep the secret. And so she did, but then so many things had gained meaning from the Queen’s mysterious and often inexplicable behavior, that Erato found ways to please her ruler without much effort. Now this was a spot and a title she won’t give up easily, especially not to some “male” the Queen just met and used to pass her time with.<br/><br/>“Tell me everything that happened there..” she said finally “ and why was Callisto with you and not the Queen?”<br/>