<strong>The Throne Room</strong><br/><br/>Her grey eyes shifted from the fae’s handsome features to gaze at Tahariel, finally acknowledging his presence. A thorn in the flesh, a pebble in her shoes (if she’d ever wear any).<br/>“Erato” She addressed her General “There should be someone else standing in his place by now.” Her voice sounded like the wind passing through the willows, an intense whisper that echoed strangely alluring to anyone present in the room.<br/><br/>If she could only wish him out of existence… but the fact remained that a Celestial was there and as her prisoner nonetheless. In any other day, in any other situation she’d gladly pass judgement, even with the presence of her council. This time however it had to be done in secret, as much as it was possible for the second layer where gossip held a special place amongst other hellish virtues.<br/><br/>The pale mistress had no idea what a foolish attempt this would prove to be. Erato purposely failed to inform her about Belphegor’s presence in their realm, a demoness who was sent by the Demon Lord to investigate if the rumors were true. In any way you’d have it, Erato honestly believed that what she was doing was, in fact, for the glory of her mistress And all this while, ignoring the only being of importance that ever entered her circle, the Queen had to make use of her powers prior to the main event of the day …just for fun.<br/><br/>She wasn’t eager to hear what the Celestial had to say, nor did she wish for a tedious trial. In fact the only thing she could think of at that moment was the unforseen, increasing weakness taking over her body and M’Gul’s seed as a mean to diffuse it. It would have happened too, if Erato wouldn’t have interrupted them. Cursed be her obsessive loyalty.<br/><br/>“There will be, my Queen” the purple skinned succubus replied sternly, confident in her words, as she was standing to the right of the throne, facing the entrance. She had been assigned with the seemingly difficult task of searching for the only demon foolish enough to clubber an angel and take him prisoner. A task Erato casually ignored, settling for a brawl with Belphegor instead.<br/>The twin doors were spread to the side once more and a most unlucky imp announced Scylla’s return from the voyage. What magnificent and deadly beauty she possessed in the eyes of her Queen, who had the pleasure of that exotic presence so rarely. The Mistress’excitement soon faded away upon realizing that the aquatic demoness has returned empty-handed. Why was everyone set on making her angry up to this point?<br/><br/>And so it began, the ones called upon entering the hall one by one or in small groups. Sakkara emerged from the shadows like an ominous figure of death, waiting silently for further orders. She was powerful, yes. More than the Queen wanted to make use of. Where was her prisoner? Had her orders not been clear? And then the pale beauty remembered there was someone else missing. Someone of great importance to her. Soon…as soon as all of this will be over.<br/><br/>“Some of you saw fit to bring me humans…” she finally said when the last of her Court members, the erratic Suzafan, closed the doors behind her, sealing them shut. Callisto was late, but then again when was she ever there when summoned? A trickster who dwelt on Earth with humans of the past, favoring their company instead of her kind. Despite all of that, the Queen valued this particular female demon and her unique motivational pattern.<br/><br/>“….others a male specimen from the fae kind …”<br/><br/>She could hear La’cael’rah’s shallow breathing from behind the throne, assuming he went into hiding again, surely intimidated by the crowd.<br/><br/>“….and one of your sisters even went out of her way to capture an Overseer of the Third Layer.” It was then she felt M’Gul’s huge member twitching underneath his fur, as a response to the calling of his master’s title.<br/><br/>“I am pleased with all of your efforts..” she continued, her voice reverberating in each of their ears as if she was standing right beside them. “I truly am, my loved ones.” She seemed to regain her natural composure, looking ready to award each of them with endless gratitude. “Each of you shall receive their rightful place and heart’s desire, I will see to it as promised.”<br/><br/>Leaned against her beast guardian in a straight manner, she could easily search the features of her followers and their respective prisoners. One of the humans was left unattended, surrounded only by imps. He was Caliko’s prey. She was absent.<br/><br/>“Still…” she paused, knowing that each of them already had an idea of what she wanted to ask. They had Tahariel kneeled and bound before them, without having anyone beside him as accustomed for a demon and her prey. Even those who heard the rumors were staring intensely at his frame, some with interest, others with contempt and not a few, surprisingly, with sheer desire.<br/><br/>“…whoever brought this Celestial into my realm must take responsibility for such an action.“<br/><br/>Silence. The sound of their breaths filled with devilish anticipation. No one moved. And then, Erato strode forth with her large pace, holding her whip proudly and placed her hand on top of Tahariel’s head.<br/>