As she made her way towards the margin of the pool, the Queen seemed once again lost in thought. Yet she was everything but that. Her mind, now devoid of fleeting images and freed from the restraints of thought, was in perfect tune with her body, focussed solely on sensation. The water was hot enough to scorch the human skin, just the right temperature for her taste. Her white glowing body welcomed it with great joy. She leaned against the poolside with both her arms resting on the margin. The lower half of her breasts was beneath the misty water, while the rest revealed part of those enticing pink spots, just enough to drive any man wild. She leaned her head stretching the neck muscles like a man coming home from work after a tiring day, a gesture filled with masculinity which made her look more feminine as her slender white neck was fully revealed. Her gaze was facing the ceiling and for a brief moment she closed her eyes. This was it. A moment of peace. Serenity.<br/><br/>She<em>felt</em>M'Gul's filthy frame getting cleansed in the water. His presence was anything but easy to ignore, even in a misty room such as this one where every sense of distance was warpped.<br/><br/>"Your duty will be to guard me" she said simply without giving him the honor to glance his way. The Queen's voice sounded eerie in the room, a strange echo making it sound like it came from every corner.<br/><br/>"As for your rights..." she seemed to seriously take into consideration his own needs and desires. "I cannot imagine a beast such as you having any."<br/><br/>She leaned her head back to look at him. His massive figure was but a shadow in the mist, only his large horns seemed to pierce the fog with their tip.<br/><br/>"What were your rights in the third layer?" she asked with genuine curiosity. If the answer pleased her, she might take it into account.<br/><br/><strong>Erato, tagged Belphegor and Zaeroses</strong><br/><br/>Powerful hooved legs bounced off the ground in large strides as the succubus ran along the corridors. Not a moment of peace…not one. Her features changed frantically, testing each expression once. Anger, extreme joy, sadness, curiosity, despair. When Erato was nervous, put in a tight spot so to say, her powers manifested with chaos. Her body changed shape from feminine to masculine, halfway through, never ending the transformation only to settle down when her mind settled down. If Erato’s heart could beat, it would rip open her chest. The ground beneath her hooves crumbled at each of her heavy steps as Erato left shallow holes behind her. How? Why? When did this happen?<br/><br/>Belphegor wasn’t supposed to pay them a visit…who sent her really and why didn’t she stop by to great Erato first? She was the Ambassador, everyone came to her first. Instead the rotten demon decided to greet their<strong>prisoner</strong>. The only prisoner meant to be kept secret.<br/><br/>Erato barged in just when Zaeroses was ending his prayer…should she catch a glimpse of his words, her physical strength would have much to suffer.  Demons were weakened by prayer.  Erato’s blank eyes stared right into his before meeting with Belphegor’s stature. The demoness was looking as stern and intimidating as ever, surpassing Erato’s height with one cm. One lousy cm which made a great deal. Belphegor’s horns were bigger.<br/><br/>“Why did you take his blinfold off?” Erato asked without greeting. They were past courtesy, that much was sure.<br/>