Idle ruminations on the benefits of seduction and power held little interest for Demilich.  A being of great power and few weaknesses, she much preferred to spend her time wandering the planes, delving into eldritch lore and uncovering secrets that would cause many a mortal mind to cave in upon itself upon witnessing them.  Sadly, it was her proclivity for doing such things that had seen her placed into the position she was in now, and so she instead chose to take the lesson she had been forced to learn to heart and paid full attention to every word the budding god before her spoke.<br/><br/>Admittedly, the position she was currently in wasn't that bad a position to be in, since she was lounging naked in a great hall while in the company of a number of attractive men, but it wasn't exactly satisfactory, either.  As beautiful as she was, her looks couldn't measure up to that of the man who took center stage in this place, and while he primped and preened, and acted every bit like the dark fairy tale queen he seemed to enjoy playing the role of, she was relegated to being a mere decoration, window dressing whose purpose was to make a beautiful man look even more so.<br/><br/>Still, it was better than the alternatives.  Working for the Bitch Queen, she played a useful part in a growing a growing operation, helping to further its reach and defend it from outside threats.  Considering that her old employer had somehow managed to find a way to separate her head from her shoulders and keep both pieces of her alive as an exercise in creative punishment, and that all she'd been expecting was an eternity of excruciating torture...  Well, even if she didn't know where Na'Amah was keeping her body now that he was the one in possession of it, and the body that she was currently so casually showing off was a flimsy facsimile conjured up to stand in for the real thing, she could still at least count her blessings.<br/><br/>"It is true, my lord, that he has come of age."  She responded, when her dark master brought up the topic of his only son.  "I do believe that you will be pleased by his progress.  His tongue is more than a match for any of the rank and file Baatezu in every respect, and his knowledge of the planes could fill a small library.  Admittedly, his body is somewhat frail, compared to yours, but he is quite flexible, and skilled at avoiding the worst of various effects that target his mind and body.  His magical education had also been proceeding well, and he can do some rather interesting things with mirrors.  Shall I go and fetch him now?"