You have attracted the attention of a few Succubi, you should probably do something about that. It might be fun.
The Subbubi have been teasing me for quite some time. I assumed they did not mean it, that it was simply there nature to flirt and try to drive me mad, which they were making good progress on.
I'm talking with the church of blood, a few coins of blood on the table occasionally someone grabs one and plays with the blood a bit of practice as we discuss things.
"Okay, so I want my juggernauts to be as tough as possible, that is there role to play, be the unstoppable infantry, our heavy elites. To that matter, you have been making progress teaching ogrin blood magic, just enough to heal himself and others, its an important tool for him as my body guard, thank you for that. Is it possible with his help we can teach the others? No I don't think so either, what about putting onto there skin like mine, they don't even feel pain the ability for them to regenerate and keep themselves in the fight is important. Look into that for me ,see if they can learn enough to use flayed on magic, then good if not, we should focus on teaching a large number of Demons that much so that they can serve as combat medics and extend the life span of our units. Actually look into doing both, combat medics would mean less losses which would largely help our numerical advantage. In fact while we are at that....."
I am interrupted,by the door to our meeting room slamming open, and my jaw simply drops.
I don't know how she shape shifted and to be honest thats not even my biggest worry, my biggest is how the hell she read my mind.
Its uncanny, the way she perfectly targets so many old crushes and fantasies into one amazing potent mix.
She struts in, because I don't think the succubi know how to walk normally. The brightest red hair I have ever seen. A pair of giant bright green eyes behind large glasses only emphasizing those eyes. In a school girls outfit and with enough enough curves to make a dozen circles.
She walks directly to me and presses herself to me tightly, taking my hand and tracing it down the side of her face and then terribly slowly her collar bone. Her lips pull to mine getting so close it would be hard to press paper between us. Then suddenly she just stops, smirks turns around throwing a ridiculous amount of sway into her walk she heads to the door. Not before turning to see my starting and giving me an all to confident wink.
She shuts the door behind her and the room is silent for a good 30 seconds before the gore priest start chuckling.
"Young champion, you are going to have a lovely evening" one of them exclaims as they slap my back.
I still have yet to twitch my blood feeling frozen solid before his words sink in.
I mean that was obvious that they wanted me, but there demons, its an entirely new culture, maybe that doesn't mean...
But he said it does mean.....
"Ah, honored gore priest, thank you for this meeting, please continue preparing the ritual and consulting the blood drinker to make sure it is perfect and keep our stores of blood spread out and hidden in caches of coins from him.Until then work on what we have discussed here, I need to go and think."
I find my way to my mount.
"Hey Bastard" Its a fitting name. I choose the creature when I saw it hunting large demon beast for sport. It would target the eyes, and then wear them down as they ran. Remarkably intelligent I saw its tactics change depending on the beast. It was vicious, a true utter bastard.
I had to fist fight it a dozen times before it accepted me as alpha, now no one but me is allowed to care for it. We have come to develop a friend ship.
We charge one another wrestling. He is stronger being a heavy mass of solid muscle, I however am faster and smaller and able to get around. A couple of scratches and bruises find there way onto me as we roll around on the dirt.
Then I see it.
Not one, not two, but three of them. In tiny daisy duke and cliche slutty cowgirl outfits. Why are the cowgirl hats pink.
Then they break out whipped cream. I don't know where they got cold whipped cream in hell, but honestly I'm impressed.
What are they....oh Impressed is no longer the word for what I feel.
Distraction is painful though. Bastard lives up to his name as a hoof comes across my jaw and sends me sprawling. Is he laughing...that bastard.
I get up and pat him down, rubbing behind the ears as he likes, but watching them as they put on this very slow show for me amusement.
Okay, once more it is time to leave. I let a portal open up beneath my feet and fall into my fortress, pacing nervously, trying to calm down, they have been teasing and toying with me, with very specific weaponized old dreams and desires. There effective.
I pace, its an old habit, I'm nervous I don't know what to do, so I simply breath slowly as I walk my head filled with thoughts.
Slowly it becomes clear, they want to play? Okay lets play.
Abysal steel pulls from the ground swirling around my arm in thick metal bands like friendly snakes. I step through a portal of hell and find the three washing off the whipped cream. The steel flies at them twirling around there necks as collars cold and solid with thick chains that rest in my hand. I drag them through the portal pulling them into an unused room. The chains fly to a wall holding them there as I leave I turn and give them a smirk.
I leave through another portal. More steel flowing around me ready for my command. I step through finding them all one by one. My portals direct me where I need to be to find them and take command of them by force.
They wanted to play with me, well they brought a knife to this gun fight.
"It seems you ladies, have required my attention, well now you have it, and you are about to be given my, full attention"
My armor drops piece by piece as I walk towards them.
All Hail the King.
