<strong>The Queen, tagged: La'cael'rah</strong><br/><br/>Before the personal guard stepped forth to teach the blonde fae how to address her mistress with a well placed fist, the Queen let out a genuine laughter which opposed the dreary features of her guards, stopping the loyal deamonette from hurting the gift.<br/><br/>“Your naivete is charming,” She gave La'cael'rah the honour of addressing him directly and his body responded instantly without his consent. The Queen lowered the tone of her voice in order to make sure she had all of his unbridled attention before going further. “yet you offend your new host by assuming that the Queen of Demons is part of your kind.”<br/>One of the other two guards brought over a roman chair made out of silver and placed it on the ground at the same time their mistress sat in it. Her long, slender legs were place one upon the other, showing the golden bracelets around her ankles.<br/><br/>“You will not offer me a drink willingly.” She gestured gracefully with her hand to the two guards standing in the corners. They surrounded the brownie and while one held his hands tied behind his back, the other tilted his head pulling him by the hair to better reveal the neck. The second deamoness took the small knife from the ground while the other held the cup.<br/>The Queen’s grey eyes narrowed with delight at the sight of La'cael'rah’s blood dripping into the cup. Before the brownie began to lose too much blood, the second demoness let go of his golden hair and used her own saliva to seal the wound. It healed instantly. The handsome fae could hear their chuckles ringing in his ear before both of them let him go. One of the guards presented the silver cup to her mistress, kneeling with her right leg, the left being brought forth.<br/><br/>The Queen took it without delay and drank the few drops.<br/><br/>“How was it my queen?” the personal guardian asked her mistress intrigued by the obvious pleasure with which she drank La'cael'rah’s blood.<br/><br/>“I don’t believe I had faerie blood before…” she replied amused. “It’s so much sweeter than anything humans have to offer.”  Her beautiful features told the same, how pleasant she found the gift presented to her.<br/><br/>“Shall we retrieve some more?” the deamonette asked intrigued by her mistress. It has been ages since the Queen seemed pleased or merely interested in something from the realm of the living.<br/><br/>“No, this will do.” She replied and gestured to the guards to leave the Red Chamber. “I’m sure our guest has something else for me. Something he might offer willingly this time.”<br/>Her icy grey eyes were fixed on him, searching for any sign of fear, anger or opposition towards the idea he might feel.<br/><br/>“Come here.” She beckoned not moving from her silver chair.<br/><br/>“Your Queen summons you.” The deamonette said in return, afraid that he might offend her mistress by not understanding what he was asked to do.<br/><br/><strong>Erato, tagged: Drell, Mark</strong><br/><br/>Erato was not one to settle for less than she could take. Having Drell to tame was part of the orders given by the Queen as well as part of her pleasure to teach the slave demon a thing or two about pride. Still, her unbeating heart longed for the warmth of a human’s body and for the flow of male blood. As the white demon did’t show any sigh of rebellion, she let him stay put for a moment while she approached the young driver who wa brought in with the others.<br/><br/>Other two succubi were already fighting to claim him, but all it required was a hiss from her part to send them away. Leaning in closer to better take a look at his features, she noticed the slight shade of blonde in his hair and the subtle, yet cheeky smile on his face.<br/><br/>“You look good enough to eat…” she complimented the prisoner while brushing his cheek with her finger. Erato licked him once, slowly, loving the taste of his cold skin and the scent of male testosteron coming from his body.  She took one of his chained hands and gently licked his index finger, placing it in her mouth. Red marks of lipstick remained on it as she took it out just before spoting something entirely different and new to her. It was his pair of sunglasses. She took them intrigued by their strange shade of black and placed them on her eyes.<br/><br/>“Interesting.” Her tail waved with delight. “You’ll do just fine as well. What’s your name, human?”<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Suzafan (originally created by Elfguy), tagged: Zaeroses</strong><br/><br/>The demented Head of Torture had a<em>really </em>good day. While others were frantically searching for gifts to offer the Queen, Suzafan was relaxing in the pools of molten lava located in the seventh layer of hell, where all violent wrongdoers were held. She loved to hang out with her fellow torturers who applied the same treatments to their share of sinners as the humans did in ther life to others.  Suzafan never actually belonged to the second layer, not until the Queen claimed her from the master himself to be the Head of Torture to her circle of lust. The more-than-slightly mad succubus accepted the offer on the spot, happy to change the dreary laws of the seventh layer with the freedom of debauchery of the second. The Queen had not expected much loyalty from someone like Suzafan, but the short haired demoness surpassed her wildest expectations, although nobody knew why. Nothing she did had sense, not even her tastes.<br/><br/>A mild demented imp, one of her most eager followers, arrived at the seventh layer to announce to Suzafan what happened below on the presentation. This angered Suzafan greatly, for she preferred to hang out with “the boys” , all top notch demons of pain and violence than check out “the pansies” which were brought for her mistress. Suzafan had no interest in male slaves, especially if they did not know how to enjoy pain. She was just about to offer the imp a nice kick in za buttkin’ when she heard the news that an angel was among the prisoners. Now THIS sounded like fun. Pulling her voluptuous body away from the lava pit, Suzafan descended to the main hall of the second layer to fulfill her duty.<br/>The Head of Torture found  Zaeroses clobbered by the demon guards with the same frenzy an escaped prisoner would show against his prison guard. Suzafan had a long history with the Celestials and a bone to pick with everyone of them.<br/><br/>“Don’t let him heal!” she shouted as she darted across the corridor only to stop in front of the angel, whip held high above her head with both hands as a statement to her power. The sight of his wings fired her up more than any insult adressed to her Queen.<br/><br/>“You’re a long way away from home, honey dear…” she purred loving the sight of his bones coming back to their initial form after being broken a couple of times by the violent hits of her demon sisters. "..and this time you ain't going back."<br/>