<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">THE SECOND CHAPTER</span><br/></div><br/><br/>The Throne Room. A smaller place than one visiting Hell’s Second Circle might imagine to find. The Queen who ruled over the second layer (that of lust), known as the ruler of all devious and pleasure-giving female demons, was more interested in decorating the various chambers of her domain than having a grandiose room for delivering her orders and warpped “justice”. Therefore the throne room was a long space, rather than wide, looking more like a luxurious hallway than anything else. Her throne was carved in stone and it did not present excessive decorations.<br/><br/>Only a deep scarlet velvet covered the throne, making it a comfortable place in which to place her royal derriere. From the entrance of the room and up to the base of the throne lay a red carpet, now looking brighter and cleaner than it had ever been in ages due to La’cael’rah’s presence. The Fae - a brownie by race - had the magical ability to clean, dust, wash and place everything in order in just mere seconds, sometimes even just by being there. It seemed that not even hell itself stood a chance against this scoundrel of tidiness and hygiene, although if asked, he might beg to differ.<br/><br/>To the right there was a very long table filled with all earthly delights, always there to serve the Queen and her followers. Had it not been for the tall candle holders and the sole, magnificent chandelier hanging from above, the room itself would most certainly be shrouded in darkness. There was little light to begin with in the second layer and none of it came from the sun. Without the Queen present, the throne room might have been empty by now, if not for a certain incident. Suzafan had received the task to escort the only angel to have ever crossed hell’s threshold as a prisoner. Should the demon lord be aware of this – and he most certainly was by now since his favorite pet, the demoness Belphegor had paid this layer a visit, there was little hope for the Queen. Still, she had another chance at escaping punishment and everything hanged in the fragile hands of fate. Untill now, fate smiled ever so pleasant to the Queen who was once the demon lord’s bride.<br/><br/>Suzafan was in the middle of stripping the angel Tahariel of his robes, ever so eager to tempt him, although it might have seemed the other way around. The twin metal doors opened and M’Gul, the Queen’s new guardian entered almost covering the whole entrance with his large frame. In his left arm, cuddled against his broad shoulder was the Queen herself, her bare back covered in the red velvet of her hooded cape, her white milky breasts hidden by M’Gul’s fur. And then there was Erato, her Ambassador, the most powerful in terms of physical strength from her realm, although she did not look as proud as her usual self. Perhaps something happened before and if Suzafan guessed right – for she knew Erato better than most of their sisters in demonhood – it was not pleasant for the purple skinned succubus at all.<br/><br/>Walking next to Erato and not looking too happy about it was La’cael’rah, the brownie, the only one deemed worthy by the Queen to become her “pet”. No one asked him if he was honored to receive the said title, of course, but the cruel beauty liked to believe he was.<br/><br/>Suzafan bowed the moment her green eyes spotted her Mistress and forced Tahariel to do the same, pushing him from behind on his knees. His hands were freed previously, for he had proven to be quite the perfect prisoner, almost annoyingly so.<br/><br/>“Sit on my throne” the Queen ordered her guardian beast, forcing a loud gasp from Erato, similar to a huff of anger and bewilderment. No one had sat there except for the Queen (at least not in her presence if we don’t take into account Callisto’s tricks). She had ignored Tahariel, although he was the sole reason for her presence here and for her next orders.<br/><br/>“Suzafan, summon Callisto and my General right away. Also call upon Caliko and have her bring the other prisoners.” As soon as M’Gul followed her order, she sat on his lap, leaning against his chest. Suzafan bowed again and left Tahariel in the middle of the room, not before turning herself and him to face the throne.<br/><br/>As soon as the short haired demoness was out to carry her tasks, the Queen asked Erato to chain La’cael’rah. She had done so, taking the golden chain adorning the Queen’s throne and collaring the fae.<br/><br/>The Mistress gazed into La’cael’rah’s wide eyes and without words she had told him that this was because he needed a lesson. Not following her orders from the first try was definitely calling for one.<br/>