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Princess of Demons: Chapter 2

By MisstressChange

Branches and bushes whipped around Valencia's body as she tore away from the ruined temple through the shadowy forest. Despite it being so dark, she found she could make out her surroundings with relative ease. It was like the brightness had been turned up in a video game. Her slitted pupils were fully dilated to take in as much light as was provided.

She could still hear the tinny shouts and the stamp of horses' hooves behind her, although they seemed to be getting farther away. The density of the brush must prove too much for the knights and their bulky armor and barded steeds.

Valencia figured by now she would have earned at least one scratch or bruise from the thorns and branches violently passing her flesh. But not a single one could penetrate her oleaginous blue hide. She stopped for a brief second in astonishment as a sizable tree branch, unseen as she looked behind, struck her head. Instead of knocking her out and sending her toppling to the forest floor, it was broken clean off the tree's trunk like it was made of balsa wood.

She continued on, dashing for what must have been miles. Her incredible speed made the distance in a fraction of the time, and before she knew it, she found herself coming to the edge of the woods. The trees gave way to expansive grassy plains.

The ten-foot-tall demon took a few steps onto the dewy grass. Her breath streamed from her mouth, indicating how cold it was out. It was the first time she noticed the outside temperature as she felt relatively warm.

Her head turned up at the clear night sky before her eyes went wide with wonder, taking in the magnificence of it. She marveled at the ocean of tiny specks and sparkles, unobstructed by any light pollution, all twinkling in cosmic harmony. They seemed to cast a radiance all their own over the plains. However, it was the true source of the light that drew her attention next.

Not one but three moons hung in the sky over the woods behind her, all varying but similar in size. Valencia gasped, beholding their glowing beauty.

"Dark God, three moons...." She commented, unsure where the word 'dark' had come from. Deciding to continue on, she wandered further into the plains, walking now rather than running. Over a few rolling hills, she came across a group of cairn stones, fashioned from large slabs of rock, piled atop the next hillock. Her curiosity coerced her body toward it.

Reaching the stone structures, Valencia noticed one of them had been knocked over, leaving the flat one at its base a perfect place for her to sit. She plopped her ample, round bottom down on it and breathed an exasperated sigh.

She stared down at the ground for a while, contemplating where she was and how she had gotten there. Nothing made sense to her. Vague memories of this world and another flashed through her mind as she studied the moist grass, sure to be covered in frost come morning. Tears pooled in her eyes as further confusion set in.

"W-who am I? Why am I here?" She asked, voice breaking, to no one in particular, hoping the universe, in general, would show some mercy and answer her. "I...I was somewhere else before. Someone else...but now...now I have no idea...." The demoness looked back up to the stars, trying to look for familiar constellations, but there were none.

She let her body fall backward on the stone, which cracked when her head connected with the hard surface, to no personal injury. Then, while letting out another cloudy sigh, her attention was brought to the ample bosom weighing her chest down.

Her hands came up to her plentiful orbs to examine her lovely lady lumps through touch. They felt so strange on her, yet, as she explored their flesh, she grew accustomed to their presence.

Sitting up straight on the stone, she turned her head down to the rest of her body. It looked so alien to her. However, the longer she inspected it, it felt more at home, like she had always had it. Another part of her, deep down inside, knew it was what she had always wanted to be.

"Wow." She remarked. "I'm...a woman." It was quite an understatement considering her other more extraordinary features. Her hands left her breasts and made their way down her torso, feeling her smooth, oiled skin. She was nervous about going any lower, unsure what it would feel like to touch her lady parts. She felt as if she would be violating the body of another.

No. This body was hers. It was her right to touch where she pleased.

Taking the plunge, she ran her right hand in between her legs, breathing in as she pawed at her mound. It was smooth like the rest of her skin, and she could feel the crease in the middle. She dared to explore further.

When she slid her clawed fingers inside, she gasped at the sudden sensation. Her gasps swiftly turned into moans as she dug deeper, gliding her fingers back and forth through her moistening pussy lips. Then, closing her eyes, she sought out her opening, wondering what it would feel like to really finger herself.

"Oh!" She exclaimed as her middle digit sunk into her hole. She leaned her body back, propping herself up on her arm, enjoying every dexterous movement of her hand. The chirps of crickets around her were drowned out by the erotic sounds emanating from her as she cherished the feelings her body produced. The grassy plains seemed to fade away.

"Someone's enjoying herself...." A sly voice said, seemingly from all around her. Her eyes shot open, and her hand immediately withdrew from its warm, moist pocket. She bolted up from the stone, turning all-around to search out the source of the vocation.

"Who's there?" Valencia asked, not sure who or where she was addressing.

"Who do you think it is, silly?" The voice spoke again. Valencia pivoted all about, eyes darting around frantically. "It's you, or at least the other half of you." The demon dashed around, checking behind every stone stack.

"Where are you?!" Valencia cried, scared for her well-being, remembering the men who tried to kill her earlier.

"Oh, you fool. I'm inside you! I'm what makes up your soul." Valencia stopped, calming down as she realized the voice was coming from inside her head.

"What do you mean?" She asked, confused as ever.

"Well, it's what we agreed on, Isn't it...Chris?" That name sent shivers down her spine. Suddenly it all made sense. She could remember who she had been, the life she had lived in the other realm, and what had happened to her...or him?

"Oh my god...." The demon uttered. "Oh my god!" The memories of Chris's meeting with the demoness in-between realms all came flashing back. "What have you done to me?!" anger and frustration filled her being.

"Only what you agreed to, Chris!" The voice's tone mirrored her emotions. It startled the demon, and so she began to settle. The voice did as well. "You took my body, and I filled the void your soulless spirit left." Valencia sat back down on the flat stone.

"So that means...I can never go back...." She whimpered. Tears pooled in her eyes once more. The loss of her previous self filled her with anguish.

"Yes, Chris, but...this doesn't have to be a loss for you. For us." The voice took on a much more somber yet compassionate tone. "Do you know what this means for us? You are one of the most powerful beings in all of Aereas. You can do anything. You have incredible strength, a hide stronger than steel. You're as faster than the fastest steed, and...you can fly" Valencia's weeping ceased at the word, 'fly.' She wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I...I can fly?" She questioned out loud, contemplating the word.

"Yes. We can fly...." The voice appeared to be cheering up. "Haven't you always wanted to fly?" The voice asked, knowing in the demon's past life as Chris, it was something she had fantasized about often.

"Y-yeah...I guess so." Valencia admitted. The voice took on a more confident tone.

"See that pile of rocks there?" It asked, referring to any of the cairn stones around her. Valencia looked up to the nearest one. "Strike it...with fist or claw. See how it shatters before your might." The demon sniffled and stood up from her seat. She took a few steps toward it and stopped. Clenching her fist, she drew her arm back but hesitated before going further.

"Are you sure? I don't want to break my hand." She asked, worried and still feeling a little gloomy.

"Yes. Do it, Valencia, trust me. It's my hand too. I'll feel it just the same if you're harmed."

"Ok." The demon gathered her courage and threw her fist at it as hard as she could. Then, her arm snapped forward with blinding speed. The entire pile exploded from her as she connected with the stone, shattering and spraying over the grass behind. It was like a cannonball had ripped right through it. Valencia stood there in awe.

"Holy shit." The demon remarked as she gazed from the shattered pile down at her now dust-covered hand. Her eyes were wide in astonishment.

"See?" the voice encouraged, full of poise. "Look how powerful you are. Try it again on another. Rake it with those diamond-sharp claws of yours!" The demon turned and stepped toward the next pile. She opened her fist and threw her whole body into her swing, swiping at the stack of broad stones. Just as the last, it burst into chunks and pieces. This time exploding to her side in the direction of her swipe.

Valencia looked down at her claws, the right one now cloaked in rocky dust. She looked up to select another pile, eyeing one to her right. The monstrous demon went about, pile to pile, experimenting with all the ways she could turn them to rubble with hand and foot, reveling in her newfound strength.

"This is amazing!" She cried, heart pumping with adrenaline. It only took her seconds to reduce all eleven stacks to scattered chunks of rock. She stood amongst the ruin she had wrought so effortlessly, admiring her work.

"Should we try another one of your powers?" The voice asked gleefully.

"Yes! Please!" Valencia answered with enthusiasm.

"Maybe you have forgotten about your wings?" The voice suggested. Valencia turned her head so her eyes could peer over her shoulder. She indeed forgot about her wings, which had been folded behind her back since she escaped the decaying temple. They slowly spread to their full length, Valencia knowing how to control them the instant they were brought to her attention.

"I...Can fly." She commented, watching them unfold. She was rapidly becoming overjoyed.

"Yes! We can fly! Faster than the wind. We know how to use them, Valencia. The sky is ours." The voice mimicked Valencia's sudden rush of excitement. She could remember soaring through the sky before, over the nine circles even. The demon wanted to feel the air flow through her hair again. She wanted to experience the feeling of her body being lofted free of Aereas' gravity.

Valencia dug her monstrous, clawed feet into the grass for traction, nails gripping the earth. Then, with a sudden surge of her leg muscles, coupled with a backward thrust of her wings, she bolted forward, tearing across the grass away from the destroyed piles. Then, spreading her wings to their full length, She gained lift, and her feet eventually left the ground.

She instinctively angled them to catch the air beneath them, and she was off. A few hefty beats of her bat-like appendages and the ground zoomed away at a rapid pace. The demoness continued her ascent, gaze pointed toward the stars. When she felt she was high enough, she stopped, her heavy, beating wings holding her in place at that altitude.

The world laid out before her in every direction. The grassy plains appeared to stretch forever onward, over the horizon. The glow of torchlights from various hamlets and villages dotted the landscape. She turned around to see the forest. It looked like a large island of trees among a grassy sea. At the other end of it, a sprawling city surrounded by high stone walls twinkled from the streetlamps and candle-lit homes within. A towering cathedral rose from the city's center, its presence imposing itself over the miles of buildings. Beyond that, the sea churned, reflecting the three moon's light.

"This is incredible!" She cried. "I feel so...."

"Free?" The voice asked.

"Yes!" Valencia answered. "I feel like the queen of the world!" She cried with all her might.

"One day, we just might be." The demoness ignored the voice's last statement, too captivated by the world around her and her own self-discovery. She suddenly ceased moving her wings, folding them up to her body. Her stomach lurched as she began falling. Maneuvering her wings, the demoness pivoted her body, so her head was facing the ground.

She hung in a free fall for several seconds, watching the grassy earth rapidly approaching. Only a few more seconds remained before she'd crash. Then, when she was only ten feet from impact, she spread her wings to their entire span and immediately glided away from and over the ground rather than toward it.

Valencia let out a victorious howl as she flew across the plains at incredible speeds, occasionally flapping her wings to maintain height and momentum. The grass behind her shook in her wake. The wind blew through her hair and past her long ears. It was the most fantastic feeling she had ever known. She laughed in pure delight. It was like the most exciting roller-coaster ride, and it was all within her control.

"I can fly!!!" She yowled. Tears began streaming from her eyes. Whether from the wind or from her state of extreme happiness, she couldn't tell. She must have flown for miles before she spotted a lone tree. Then, deciding it was a decent place to end her flight of fancy, she attempted to stop herself.

She flapped her wings forward in resistance, trying to slow her momentum. But as she got closer to the ground, she realized she hadn't slowed herself near enough to land correctly. She just wasn't used to this sort of thing. Her feet momentarily caught the ground, and she was thrown forward, tumbling head over heels.

Her body was thrown about over grass, somersaulting and cartwheeling before finally coming to a stop near the tree's trunk. Relatively unharmed, she picked herself up into a sitting position and, under the moonlit shade of its branches, burst into laughter.

"Oh my god! That was so great! I've never done anything that fun in my life!" She continued to giggle while she held her sides. Tears of happiness ran from her face exuberant face.

"Splendid, isn't it?" The voice remarked, also overjoyed. "And we can do that anytime you want. The world is our oyster." Valencia stifled her laughter to respond.

"Well...I'm just glad you're here to guide me." She admitted.

"And I always will be, until the day we cease to exist. I will always be here to guide you, Valencia." The voice spoke kindly and compassionately now.

"Really?" She asked, wiping the tears from her face.

"Really. I'll always be here for you, for us, rather. So you'll never have to feel alone again. If you're ever unsure of something or have a problem...you can come to me. Your feelings are mine." She spoke these words of truth in such a gentle manner. The demoness began to tear up again, her emotions stirring.

"That's...Really sweet of you." Valencia sniffed, overloaded with new feelings that came with her novel existence. "So we're like...sisters then, eh?"

"More than sisters, my dear. We are one, never to be separated." The voice told her, reassuring her. They sat in silence as Valencia sniffled away, taking in her new reality. When enough time had passed, it spoke up once more. "You know, there's far more you're capable of." The demoness wiped her moist face and took a deep breath.

"Like what?" She asked with genuine curiosity.

"Get up, and I'll show you. Walk out there and stand before this tree." The voice softly commanded. Valencia followed her lead, standing up and positioning herself out on the grass. "You have certain magical powers that you can conjure. We'll be trying just one for now. An easy one." The voice paused for a moment before brazenly instructing her. "Set the tree on fire." Valencia was taken aback, almost falling over.

"What? How?" She asked.

"Just focus on it. Imagine a raging fire engulfing it in angry cinder." Valencia took a readied stance and scrunched up her face. "Feel your near-limitless well of magic surge inside you. Channel it to your hands, your eyes, and force it upon the tree."

The demoness did what was instructed. She tensed her body. Like a birthing star, the dark energy ignited inside her, funneling its power through her arms. Although she could not see it, her eyes began glowing a fierce, bright red. Fiery energy swelled in her hands, which remained in clutching grasps at her sides.

Suddenly, flames sprang from her palms and eyes, burning from their centers. She rose her combusting hands, clutching the flames and containing them within the cages that were her clawed fingers. Staring at the lone tree, she partially winced her eyes and barred her teeth. Her fingers twitched inward, and the entire tree burst into flames almost on its own, conflagrating in an angry fireball that lit up the area in its yellowish-orange glow.

The flames from her person went out, and her eyes returned to normal. She stood there watching the tree burn with a satisfied grin on her face.

"Holy...shit." She remarked with a sick sense of pride. The voice mirrored her tone.

"Yes! Marvel at our own destructive prowess! This is only one of the many powers granted to you as a high-born demon. There is so much more we will recall as we practice, and I will guide you through it all." Valencia just continued admiring the destruction she had wrought. Flaming branches started falling from the tree as the fires robbed them of the ability to hold themselves up. She stayed there for a while before the voice spoke up again.

"Something is behind us. Two entities, to be precise. Non-human." Valencia whipped around to face whatever was approaching her. She was met by two black, smoky clouds just at the edge of the flame's light. The two clouds of smoke appeared to coalesce at a point of center, condensing into solid forms. Valencia readied her claws.

In a few seconds, most of the smoke was gone. What was left was two, four-foot-tall humanoids with small pointed horns and curly silver hair. Their black skin was covered in glowing runes, some of which the demoness could understand. When fully materialized, the two beings looked up at Valencia before hastily kneeling in respect.

"Forgive our interruption, your highness." One of them started.

"It took us a while to track you from the temple." The other finished. Valencia's stance eased, and her eyebrow raised in confusion.

"These two are imps, half-shades rather. Our father used to employ them as spies and assassins. As underworlders, they should be loyal to us, but I have never met these two before." The voice explained, sensing her confusion.

"Who the hell are you?" The demoness asked. She crossed her arms under her bosom.

"I am Aliza." Answered the one who had initially spoken.

"And I am Azila." The other one added.

"We have been working for your father since you were trapped here on the surface," Aliza explained.

"Yes, working diligently with loyal mortals to free you," Azila added.

"Finally, our plans have come to fruition. We are overjoyed to see you've returned." Aliza finished with a hint of pride in her voice. Valencia stared at them, unsure what to say.

"If what they say is true, they deserve at least a shed of thanks for their service," The voice suggested. The demoness uncrossed her arms.

"Thank you, both of you. I will make sure my um...father repays you for your efforts." The two imps looked at each other and giggled with glee. But they stopped short and bowed their heads once more.

"Our apologies, your highness." Azila groveled.

"We meant not to laugh." So added Aliza, also groveling.

"We truly appreciate your kindness," Azila stated.

"Yes, your mere presence showers us in the radiance of your beauty." Aliza schmoozed.

"I never said to reward them. If I were still in control of our body, I'd have killed these two by now for their disrespectful behavior and obvious attempts at flattery." Valencia hummed in irritation at the voice's cruel reaction. The two imps shuddered in response, thinking her vocation was meant for them. But they were reassured once she spoke to them again.

"It's fine, don't worry about it." She looked them over with skeptical eyes. "The two of you can stand if you'd like. Tell me why you are here."

"Thank you, your highness." They both said in unison. They stood up carefully before explaining themselves.

"We are here to bring you back to the underworld," Aliza stated.

"To bring you back to your family," Azila added.

"They miss you immensely, all of them." Aliza finished. Valencia looked of in ponderance.

"My family..." She said, trailing off. Vague memories of beings much like her fluttered through her mind. The voice then spoke to her in a softer, reminiscing tone.

"My family...oh, how I've missed them." It paused, steeling itself for a moment. "Do as they say, they will know how to return us to our loved ones." Valencia hummed in contemplation. She wondered how her so-called family would be like, or look like.

"How do we...I return home?" She asked.

"With a portal, of course," Azila answered, a little confused why the demon princess of all people would ask them something she should well know the answer to.

"We can take you through to the royal portal even," Aliza added.

"Right to the palace," Azila further stated.

"You'll be reunited with your parents as soon as possible." Aliza finished, adding a flourish.

"Reunited...yes...follow their lead. We can trust them. All underworlders are loyal to us. Once we return to the underworld, we can rest easy." Valencia nodded, unsure where to go in this new world on her own.

"Ok, lead the way to the 'portal.' we will go...home." She commanded. The two imps looked at each other with confusion, then back at her.

"Your grace." Aliza started. "The portal is wherever we will it to be."

"Yes-yes," Azila added. "Allow us, your highness...." The two spread apart by ten feet, then faced each other. They clasped their hands in front of them as if they were about to pray, then began chanting. The imps began spinning around a point between them, skipping in place while holding their hand together. Valencia just watched them, eyebrow still raised and gaping at the bizarre ritual.

Eventually, the air around their circle swelled and blew the grass about. Red, glowing lines slowly appeared, burning across the grass until a glowing pentagram giant enough for all three of them to fit inside had manifested. Once fully formed, the two imps stopped their ritual and stood beside it, facing the demoness.

"After you, my liege," Aliza said, bowing with her arm outstretched. Valencia stepped toward it, stopping at its outer edge.

"So, do I just...step into it?" She asked. Azila gave her sister a strange look before answering her.

"Um...yes, your grace." She said in exasperation. Valencia did as was suggested and carefully stepped into the circle.

"Don't worry. I've done this plenty of times before." The voice giggled a little. "It's perfectly safe."

Valencia stopped in the middle, and before she knew what was happening, she was engulfed in a pillar of flame. Then, in but a second, she and the fire vanished. The two sisters, now alone, looked at each other once more.

"She must have forgotten a few things while she was gone," Aliza said. Azila looked over at the cindered tree, the flames mostly dying down to embers and coals.

"Well, she still knows how to light things on fire." She mentioned.

"Indeed." Aliza agreed, her gaze also meeting the tree. They both shrugged their shoulders. Turning back to one another.

"After you, my dear." Azila offered, hand held out, letting her go first.

"Thank you, dear sister," Aliza responded, stepping into the circle. "I can't wait to be done here. I hate the overworld."

As quickly as they came, the fires surrounding Valencia disappeared, and so did her surroundings. It was like the entire world around her had burned up in those flames. The world she now existed in radiated an intense heat, and everything was cloaked in a yellowish glow.

She was standing on a pentagonal platform made of stone and iron, mainly iron. It spread evenly around her from the center for about thirty feet in its five directions. Spike-like columns rose from each of its outer points. An iron railing boarded its edge, and a long, slightly slimmer path led up to a spear-like tower.

The obsidian and iron tower rose many hundreds of feet toward the vast, natural rocky ceiling that filled the entire sky. It was all so much, but all seemed so very familiar. Then, finally, the voice spoke, breaking the silence.

"This is our home, the Tower of Treachery." It paused before adding: "Don't be deterred by its name. Those inside are very loyal and friendly...until they are crossed." The demoness frowned and gave a 'hmm' of concern before starting down the long walkway.

"We can fly, you know." The voice reminded, remarking on her slow mode of transportation.

"Yeah, but this is my first time in this hellish place. I'm nervous." She said truthfully.

"Hmm, You'll get used to it. We grew up here, after all." It said in response.

As Valencia walked down the long causeway, she peered over the railing. Her knees went weak, and she staggered backward. The ground was several thousands of feet down, where the tower tapered into a broad base rife with parapets and ramparts.

"Uuuh...." She muttered, trying to balance herself in the exact center of the path.

"We were just flying not but twenty minutes ago." The voice said in disbelief.

"Yeah, but not this high! Holy shit!" The voice scoffed at her cowardly response.

"Get a grip of ourselves." The voice scolded, also feeling the effects of vertigo through the demoness. "Just Stare at the path and keep walking." Valencia did as suggested, looking down while she continued on at a steadier pace. Eventually, she arrived at a set of steps leading up from the path.

The demoness turned her gaze up the wide, shallow steps to see a large, thirty-foot door, crafted with iron in a way that made it look like it was made of wood. It curved as it reached its top. Each half of the door had a large iron ring near its center for pulling on and a smaller pair closer to the bottom. Valencia finally noticed the two half-shades were standing there at the door. Awaiting her.

"Welcome back to your home, your grace," Aliza said.

"We figured you would have flown to the top," Azila added.

"I, uh...wanted to...take in the sights after being away so long." The demoness fibbed.

"Indeed. Well, let us get the door for you, your highness." Aliza said. The two Imps turned, and each pulled on one of the lower rings. The rings squeaked as they lifted in the imps' hands, and slowly, the two halves of the door swung open, iron hinges squealing.

"After you, your grace," Azila said, bowing. Aliza also bowed. Valencia made her way up the steps, stopping at the top. Beyond the door was a long, broad hallway with stone walls and an obsidian ceiling held by obsidian pillars. It was lit quite well, utilizing many iron torches. A red carpet lined the majority of the stone floor. All the corners were gilded by silver and gold, which shimmered in the torchlight.

Valencia stared down the hallway until she noticed the two imps skipping along past her. They waved their hands, sprinkling some kind of twinkling dust behind them from their hands, which landed on the floor. The demoness nervously followed them, crossing her arms under her breasts.

After a couple of minutes of walking, they approached an opening much the same as the doorway they had entered through, although there was no door. On the other side of it was a landing for a massive spiral staircase. The edge was cordoned off by a gold and silver banister. The center of the circular staircase was an opening about thirty feet across.

A constant stream of molten metal ran straight down the middle, presumably from the top, although Valencia had no idea how far up the top really was. She peered over the edge but instantly regretted it when it continued downward as far as the tower was high.

"Come, my lady." Aliza beckoned, heading up the stairs.

"Your parents are waiting in the dining hall," Azila mentioned.

"My parents...." Both Valencia and the voice said in unison, the sisters failing to notice. She followed them up the spiral staircase for what seemed like forever. The demoness's stamina well made up for the journey, but the anxiousness ate away at her.

Who were these 'parents' she was about to meet? The vague and cloudy memories of them didn't paint a clear enough picture. How could she handle being the daughter of two people she'd never met? Could she really pass as the original Valencia? Without even noticing, the three took a turn into another hallway much like the last, only twice as wide.

Icey statues lined the sides of the hallway where the red carpet didn't cover the stone floor. Valencia observed each one as she passed them, every one in some pose of absolute terror or anguish. They were like ghosts, frozen mid-torture, petrified to be displayed at their most negative moments.

"Throughout the halls of this tower, the souls of overworlders remain frozen solid at the most painful, terrifying, or embarrassing moment in their lives, depending on the severity. They live those moments for as long as this tower stands. The eternal price for the treason they committed against their dearest friends, loved ones, and even their own people." Valencia winced a look of concern as she passed each one, eyes flickering back and forth between them. "We decorate the halls of our palace spire with those that have committed the most absolutly heinous of sins."

Her gaze lingered on a particular one that sent a spike of terror through her body. It was an elf. She recognized the tall, lithe form, dressed in extravagant clothes of a noble. His pose was that of grave realization, like he had been given the most grave of news. It looked like he was in the process of walking backward, away from something more significant than him. His hands were down at his side but readying so they could raise up to shield himself from some threat. "That one is my favorite. Fairly new to our collection, added when I made the first exhibition into the overworld with our armies." The demoness stopped to admire it with morbid curiosity.

"He is Prince Tar'leith, son of the king of the elven kingdoms. When our armies poured from the gate of hell, we decimated their lands and peoples in days. They were unprepared, and their kingdom swiftly fell to us. I promised him immortality and a position of power in the new overworld if he betrayed is kind. So, when the survivors fled, he poisoned his family so he could take the crown and led the refugees into the claws and axes of our hordes." Valencia stood, eyes wide as the voice revealed this to her in horrifying detail, reliving her past actions.

"I, of course, told him I had lied, then slew him where he stood. His blood was cold with the sense of impending doom but tasted so sweet like the ripest fruit. All eleven blood does, yet, he was the sweetest." Valencia didn't know how to respond. The darkness of learning such an evil entity could be inhabiting the same body as she sent her reeling. Tears welled in her eyes. All notions of having someone she could confide in had been dashed. At that moment, she felt truly alone.

"That's...appalling...dreadful. What a horrible thing to do to someone." She whispered to herself, sniffling, voice wavering. She was both mournful for the elves and livid with the voice. "You're...you're...a genocidal psychopa-."

"Are you coming, your grace?" Aliza asked, cutting the princess off. The two imps stopped to wait for her.

"Is everything alright, your highness?" Azila also asked, commenting on her visible tears. Valencia looked over to them and continued on, her gaze avoiding theirs.

"Y-yes...I'm just happy to be home again." She fibbed.

"Don't be so melancholy, dear. Those actions were all my own, and I am no longer in control. If it makes you feel any better, my two hundred years of punishment have been served, and even now, I must endure a lifetime more of parole in my own body. Besides, those haughty, self-righteous elves had it coming." The demoness scoffed at the voice, dismissing her idea of just punishment and the hand waving away of such a serious topic.

The hallway came to a close. Another 'wooden' iron door blocked their path. The two imps pushed on the door with all their might, and it slowly opened. This one's hinges seemed to be well oiled at least, as it made no sound, parting to the scene within.

The room beyond the door was vast and long, lending space for the black iron table that ran along in its center. The walls were separated into parts by obsidian pillars that held the stone ceiling, each with an iron torch bolted to it. Thick, gold-framed pictures took up the empty wall spaces between each one.

There were openings in the wall on the right side of the room, and Valencia could see out into the hellish landscape surrounding the tower. The whole room was gilded with silver and gold crown trim. It looked like it could double as a dungeon.

A hulking red figure with long, monstrous horns devoured a comically huge mutton chop in his hand at the very far end of the table. He was massive compared to her. Even with the distance between them, she could tell. To his right sat a tall and voluptuous female figure with blue skin and horns similar to Valencia's. Her breasts hung proudly over the table as she sliced into a steak with silver cutlery.

The red figure looked up as the door fully opened, and the moment his eyes landed on Valencia's person, standing there in the doorway, his hand went slack, dropping the chop to his plate with a rattle. The blue woman startled and looked at him, then, seeing his open mouth and bewildered stare, she followed his gaze until her eyes also met the demoness.

She gasped and dropped her silverware, hands covering her mouth. She murmured something to the other. The red figure suddenly stood up from his chair, nearly knocking it over.

"Valencia?! Is that really you?!" His booming voice bounced around the long room. The blue woman joined him in standing, gracefully pulling her chair out. The red one started toward Valencia, cloven feet clopping on the stone floor, one muted by the opulent red rug laid out under and around the table.

When he was closer, the demoness could see his face, which, while being attached to such a monstrous and prevailing body, was a picture of delight. Valencia's previous grief was swept away in an instant once she could make out his visage. She recognized him fully, and fond, cherished memories of him came flooding back to her.

"Daddy!" The voice cried in elation. Valencia allowed the voice's sudden happiness to spill over to herself, causing her to lose control of her own actions.

"Daddy!" The demoness cried, whistling around the table toward her father. His massive arms opened wide to accept her, and hers did the same. The two demons met, wrapping themselves around the other in a tight, loving hug. Xor'un lifted the demoness off the ground with ease, her legs kicking gleefully behind her.

His manly musk filled her nose when the side of her face pressed against his hairy chest. Memories of the two engaging in precious father-daughter time in the palace and about the nine circles flashed through her mind. Memories of them making battle plans and training together. She had only just met this hulking demon, but she felt in her heart she had always known him.

"I love you, daddy." The voice whimpered, knowing their father couldn't hear it but desperately wanting to communicate it to him anyway. Valencia chose to oblige the voice, even though she no longer thought it was deserveing of such.

"I love you, daddy. I've missed you so much." She said. The larger, male demon cleared his throat. Even a being such as he was getting emotional.

"We've missed you too, Valencia. You have no idea how long and how hard I've tried to get you back to us." She felt a tear land on her wing. Then, after embracing each other in sweet silence, he put her down and released her. The demoness looked up into the misty, red, tusked face of her father and shed a happy tear of her own. He cradled her head in his mighty hands and wiped it away with his thumb.

"I can't believe you've really returned...." Spoke a feminine voice from behind her. Valencia turned to meet the other demon. She was two feet taller than her and very imposing yet elegant. Her skin was oiled, like Valencia's, but burgundy in color. Her hair was in braids, running around the side of her head, tieing into her long ponytail, white as snow. Her horns were smooth, straight, and dark blue. They looked like they could skewer a fully armored man as if they were made of paper.

Unlike Xor'un, who at least hid his gigantic bulge behind a silk loincloth, this demon chose to wear nothing but jewelry. A flat dragon's eye gem hung just above her cleavage by a solid mithril chain. Her fingers were decked out in a varied cluster of rings, all with their own gems, and a plate-linked, gold belt hung around her waist from hip to hip. Large teardrop rubies hung as earrings from her extended, pointy ears.

As Valencia looked over the demoness's body, she noted that her feet matched her own in appearance. The taller demoness's breasts were more prominent too, and she had a similar tail. Valencia's gaze finally met the others. Her expression was joyous, and her dragon-like eyes contained the same happy tears as her own.

"Qyrnila, my sweet mother...." The voice whimpered. Something about seeing this demoness, along with the voice's sentimental comment, broke Valencia. A tide of emotions she never knew was there rose inside her, overtaking her. Tears streamed from her face as if this tide were really inside her, forcing its way out.

"Mom...." She mewled, face scrunching up as she began sobbing. The older demoness raised her arms and pulled Valencia in, holding her against her own body. Valencia felt the comforting warmth of her body, and the smell of her perfume flooded her mind with memories of the two spending quality time together. Memories of them sharing feelings and affection in ways her father would rather avoid.

"There, there." She cooed, trying to calm her. The younger demoness sobbed into her mother's bosom. Qyrnila stroked her head dotingly. "You...you have no idea how happy we are to see you again." The older demoness sniffled, holding back her own sobs. "We thought...we thought you were gone...f-forever...." Then, finally, it was her turn to break down into joyous sobs.

The two demons simply held one another while they cried. However, it wasn't long before they both felt the burly arms of Valencia's father squeeze around them as he joined, comforting the ladies.

"We never gave up on you, sweetie." He said, as softly as his deep, booming voice would allow. "Not when there was even a sliver of hope to grab on to. We both love you more than anything, and nothing brings us any greater feeling than holding you here, right now." The three stood there for a long time, enjoying an embrace they had not been shared in over two hundred years. They were a whole family again, and Valencia was glad to be a part of it.

After some time, the three separated from each other. Qyrnila looked over at the two imps, standing by the door. She glared at them, her face still wet with tears.

"Have you two whelps been watching us this entire time?" She asked scornfully. The two imps looked at each other nervously, then hastily kneeled, shaking in fear.

"We...were, yes," Aliza answered.

"We're terribly sorry, your highness." Azila groveled.

"I suppose we were expecting a...reward," Aliza admitted, grimacing. Azila looked up partially and side-eyed her sister, frowning. Then, she reached over and slapped the other imp in the back of the head.

"You idiot." She whispered. "You're going to get us killed," Qyrnila spoke up again in a much harsher tone than before, raising her voice.

"Your reward is me killing you two swiftly and not torturing you first!" She rose her hand and started toward them so she could strike them. Valencia hurried over and slid between them and her mother.

"No! Don't hurt them!" She pleaded. Stretching her arms out in front of the two to protect them. Her mother stopped in place. "They helped me. They're the reason I'm even here and not still frozen. We owe them a debt!" Qyrnila stepped back, lowering her hand. She hummed to herself, pondering their fate.

"If you insist, dear." She conceded reluctantly. "But I'll leave their 'reward' up to you." She looked past her daughter and sneered at the two imps. "You two. Get out of my sight before I change my mind." She waved her hand toward the window opening. "You can come back tomorrow, I suppose."

"T-thank you, your grace," Aliza said frantically.

"Yes-yes. Thank you." Azila added.

"Out!" Qyrnila shouted, thrusting a pointed finger at the window. The two quickly dematerialized into black smoke and blew out the window. The older demoness turned to her daughter. "You shouldn't be so lenient on the lessers, dear. They'll forget their place." She mentioned, her tone returning to its usual calm.

"But...but they helped us...How can you be so cruel?" She asked in pure disbelief. Qyrnila turned and sauntered back to her place at the table.

"She's...got a point, honey," Xor'un added, addressing Qyrnila. "They 'did' do good work for us. And look!" He gestured toward Valencia. "They succeeded!" His deep voice spoke excitedly. Qyrnila placed a hand on her chair, then turned to address the two, Valencia first.

"Perhaps you've been up on the surface too long, Valencia." She then addressed Xor'un. "And you, Xor'un, perhaps you've grown too accustomed to their presence here in the palace." She then looked back and forth between the two. "But, 'They,' are abominations, considered the most untrustworthy even among imps."

"But-" Valencia started to say. But her mother cut her off.

"There is a certain social order in the underworld, and 'we' are at the top of it. If we don't remind them of that, there will be chaos, disorder, discord!" She exclaimed before taking a seat, her hand moving her tail to the side. "You too would be best to treat them as they are...lesser. Now come, sit and eat. I'm sure you must be hungry after these two hundred years."

"I've had enough for now, dear," Xor'un said, resting his palms on his chiseled stomach. "Besides, now that Valencia has returned, I have much to do. All the nine circles should know of the princess's return!" He bellowed jubilantly and turned toward the door, long black hair and massive tail swishing as he did. "I'll be back in a while. First, I must summon the harpies to deliver the good news!" She stepped toward his daughter and planted a kiss on her forehead.

Valencia watched him stride confidently out of the room. Her eyes followed him down the hallway as he continued down it. She focused her attention back on the table. It was completely covered with all sorts of gourmet food, most of which Valencia didn't recognize. She walked around the table and found a chair across from Qyrnila, who had already resumed eating. She looked up at her daughter, wiping her mouth with a silk napkin.

"Pick anything you'd like, sweetie." She said, going back for her cutlery. Valencia looked over all the food. It all looked so well prepared but, at the same time, very odd. Some of it appeared to be grubs and insects or the slimy, bloody entrails of something. It was disgusting to her, but the elegant way it was prepared and garnished made it seem almost edible.

She reached over and grabbed a few ribs from a golden platter, taking the first bite of food in her new body. Her eyes shot open. The meat was so perfectly tender and juicy, with the most succulent, savory, smoky tastes. She devoured every last morsel on her plate, leaving only the bones.

She went back for more and consumed it just as fast. Her hand flew from the table to her plate and up to her mouth. It tasted better than anything she'd had before. And she was so hungry. The demoness tried other dishes near her, progressively going from foods she recognized to the ones she previously found distasteful. The flavors and textures brought memories of her eating these foods back to her, reminding her why she loved them so.

Valencia ate and ate until she was stuffed. Then, she sat back in her chain, flat stomach showing a bump now that it was so filled with food.

"Well, I was definitely correct about you being hungry." Qyrnila teased. She sipped from a crystal wineglass, drinking a thick, blood-red wine that might, in fact, be blood for all Valencia knew. Then, licking the excess from her lips, she stood up from her chair and walked around the table to her daughter. "I'm glad you still enjoy the food here, dear."

Valencia, feeling the post-feast drowsiness creeping over her, merely nodded in response and hummed in satisfaction. "Would you like to sleep it off in your room? I left it just as you did before...everything happened." Valencia's eyes opened wide again and darted around the room. Finally, she could be alone. She had a million questions for her other half.

"Um...Yes, mother, I would love that." Qyrnila presented a hand to Valencia, and the younger demoness took it. Once she was helped up, her mother continued to lead her by the small of her back. They stopped at the door behind where her father sat. She effortlessly pushed it open, and the two made a confusing journey through the many halls and stairways of the spire.

They rounded one last corner when they came to a hallway with a golden door at the end. On the adjacent walls, two silver doors akin to the golden one stood opposite sides from each other. Valencia noticed a black, furry figure partially covered in armor holding a serrated halberd as they approached the silver doors.

As the two approached the figure, it turned toward them, stamping the pole end of its weapon on the velvety carpeted floor and crossing its arm across its chest in salute. Then, it kneeled and bowed its head before them.

"You remember Sohryss, right? Your old honor guard?" Qyrnila asked. "Well, when you were trapped on the surface, he turned to stone like the rest of our armies, so he is no more. We had a new honor guard raised and trained. A purebred hellhound just like him, a lot like him in fact." She motioned the beast-like being to rise. "This is his daughter, Saryss. She was a pup when you fell up there on the surface. We've been training her for your potential return since she was large enough to carry a weapon."

Even though the beast was a couple feet shorter than her, her presence was daunting nonetheless. Saryss's fur mainly was jet black and coarse but fluffed and shined like she groomed it daily. What fur showed from her belly and lower thighs was a dark grey. Her head was one of a monstrous wolf, but the rest of her body was quite anthropomorphic, sans her bushy tail and digitigrade legs.

Her form was somewhat feminine under all that fur and muscle, and her D-cup breasts abetted this fact. Over her fur, she wore thick leather leggings, ending above her knees that were mainly reinforced with scale and chain mail. She wore a tunic that ended halfway down her stomach made of the same materials as her leggings, and her shoulders were covered by shiny plate pads. Her tunic ran down her arms, stopping at her wrists. A golden medallion of a howling wolf's head hung heavily around her neck, resting upon her chest.

Memories of Sohryss were dredged up as she examined the hellhound. Her old honor guard had been by her side from the cradle, and the two had formed a bond stronger than mithril. A mournful mood draped over her, knowing that she would never see him again.

"Poor Sohryss...His loyalty was unquestionable...and he was a dear friend to me...." The voice mentioned somberly.

"Uh...Hello." Valencia said shyly, unsure what to say. Her attitude had been dampened by her mother's news.

"Greetings, your grace." Saryss welcomed. She tapped her halberd on the ground once more and saluted Valencia with her free arm over her chest like she did when they first arrived. "I look forward to commencing my full-time duties protecting you, your highness." Her voice was quite feminine, despite her demeanor.

"Same here, Saryss." Valencia smiled kindly at Saryss but barely received a smirk in return.

"She's all business, eh?" Qyrnila quipped. "I'm going back to finish my steak. You can get reacquainted with your room until your sister returns from the circle of lust." She pivoted and walked back down the hallway, tail swishing gracefully. "I'll see you later in the bathing chamber. The three of us can get a magma soak, just like old times." The demoness rounded the corner, and Valencia faced Saryss, then the door.

"Allow me to get that for you, your highness." The hellhound said. She reached for the door and pushed it open for the demoness. The two silver, bulkhead-thick halves parted, and Valencia stepped into the vast room, taking in its splendor.

Thin, translucent silks hung everywhere from the ceiling, creating a jungle of soft strands. On one side of the room, there sat a ludicrously long vanity. Its mirror ran up to the top of the room and took up most of the wall. A walk-in closet opened into the wall next to it, and she could see the catalog of various clothes hanging and folded within. She didn't really see the point of it since no one around the tower, except for the hellhound, wore clothes. It seemed to be there as some sort of status symbol rather than serving any function.

On the other side of the room was a long obsidian counter that sported all sorts of bottles that Valencia could only guess contained liquor. It rounded the room from the back wall all the way to the door. A pit lay at its base, made of pink cushion-like material. It looked like a sort of lounge area, built into the floor, laden with built-in couches and seats. They were covered with throw pillows, no two the same.

At the back wall, opposite the door, lined up with it perfectly, was the most beautiful, comfortable bed she had ever seen. It lay on top of a platform that raised it off the ground by five feet. Wide, shallow, stone steps led up to it on every side, and every corner of the bed had a slim, obsidian column leading all the way up to the ceiling. Purple, velvet curtains hung from the ceiling in halves, tied up and out of the way to the columns by golden velvet ropes.

The bedspread was blood-red and velvet, expertly tucked into the mattress. Black and white pillows were stacked high against the headboard, or headstone, rather. The back walls on either side were lined with fully stocked bookshelves that went up to the ceiling. Brass ladders were attached that could slide back and forth on rails and wheels as needed.

"I'll give you your privacy, your grace," Saryss said, starting to close the doors behind her.

"Thank you," Valencia muttered, then suddenly turned to the hellhound. "Wait, hold on a second." Saryss stopped, instantly responding to her command.

"Yes, your highness?"

"This, 'your highness, your grace' stuff...you can just call me by my name if you'd like." The hellhound cocked her head and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Your name, your grace?" she asked.

"Yes, you can drop the formalities if you'd like. Just call me Valencia." The hellhound looked away in thought.

"Alright...if you wish, you-" She stopped herself. "If you wish, Valencia." She appeared to have trouble speaking the demoness's name, like she had to force it out.

"Thank you," Valencia replied gratefully.

"V-Valencia?" Saryss asked carefully.

"Yeah?"

"Can I please...not...use your name around your family? I wish not to be punished by them if they hear me disrespecting your royal status." Her face looked like she was pleading with the demoness.

Uh...sure, Saryss." The hellhound nodded in respect and closed the door, leaving Valencia alone in her room. She let out a long, exasperated sigh.

"Dark lord..." She groaned. She walked up to her bed and spun, letting her body fall onto the king-sized cushion. She closed her eyes, letting them rest as she processed the last hour of her existence.

"She's nice. Although I wouldn't have let her drop those formalities. The sworn protectors should always know their place here in the palace." Valencia's eyes shot open, her face scrunching up in anger.

"How dar-!" She stopped herself from shouting, not wanting Saryss to hear her essentially talking to herself. Instead, she switched to a form of shouting whisper. "How dare you tell me how I should treat those around me!" The demoness sat up on the bed, resting her upper body by her arms. "You killed all those elves! And dark god knows how many else!" She blew air out her mouth and shook her head at the apparent inability to not add 'dark' in front of 'god.'

"I'm just trying to aid us, my dear. You wanted my help, yes?" The voice asked sincerely. Valencia growled. She was unsure she wanted its help anymore.

"That poor...beast...lady?"

"Hellhound." The voice corrected.

"Whatever...hellhound has to put up with all these...awful people in this place. Being forced to do so, with no choice whatsoever...she deserves a break from this, however small. I don't feel comfortable being addressed in such a way, knowing that person has been mistreated. I mean, she said she didn't want to be punished...I don't want her to be punished either! Why should she be punished for something so simple?!"

"This is the way things are in the tower and in hell. Those below royalty respect us...or die. And you are wrong about being given a choice. Saryss could have either served in her father's footsteps or been thrown to the nine rings' streets, an orphaned pup. She wouldn't last long. What a waste of a purebred." Valencia scoffed, almost spitting in disgust.

"That's horrible...repugnant...." The demoness breathed in disbelief. "And what about those imps? Your...'our' mother was about to strike them dead...for helping us get home. Your..." She briefly growled in frustration, "'our' father just stood there and was about to let it happen too. He was silent when I stepped in front of them. They're just as bad as you. You're all horrible.

"'We're' just as horrible, Valencia. You forget, you're in my body now. My actions in the past are yours as well. We are demons of the highest standing and wielding the most power. It's in our nature, dear. You have no idea what our parents had to do and have to do to obtain and maintain the positions they do. You've only been in the tower for a fraction of a day. You have no idea what kind of place the underworld is. Everyone and anyone could be out to usurp you, even if you hold the paltriest of rank down here. That's why we employ hellhounds as honor guards. Their loyalty is unflinching. Especially if they are beaten stiffy enough."

Valencia couldn't believe what she was hearing. That this entity living inside her could justify such heinousness. She felt physically sick.

"I...I can't believe these are the people I have to live with from now on. I feel so far removed from all of this. I can't believe I cried over them, felt such joy when I saw them...Why?" She rested her elbows on her legs, crossing her arms as she bent over.

"Your emotions are mine, and mine yours. We felt what I felt, and that was one of being reunited with someone you loved after so long. And yes, this is the hand you've been dealt. But, it's a good hand, all things considered. So, stop complaining and sulking, and enjoy it already! You are royalty! You are a princess! The world is yours!"

"I...just...don't know if this is something I can get used to. Or want to get used to." Valencia admitted, defeated. She shuffled herself up the bed until she could lay down with her head on the pillows. She looked down past her mountainous breasts to admire her gorgeous body.

"If it makes you feel any better. You are sure to get along well with our sister. She's more fanciful and freer than the rest of us, enjoys the pleasures of the flesh far more than enacting pain on others. I could swear she has succubus blood in her." Just then, as if on cue, a loud knocking came from the door, the sound bouncing off the stone falls and echoing around the room. One side of the door opened a crack, and a voice called from outside it.

"Valencia! You in here?! Mom said you were." The voice was unmistakably female and perfectly mimicked the mannerisms of a typical valley girl.

"I'm coming in! Hope you're decent!" Valencia looked down at her nude body again and raised her brow at the ridiculousness of such a statement. No one she had met besides the guards seemed to care about decency in any way. The door opened and what she assumed to be her sister stood in the empty half of the door.

She was about the same height as Valencia, and much like her, her skin was blue but with green hues. Just like the other demons, it was oily, shimmering in the light. Her horns ran straight back from her skull before both of them curved inward, then out to her sides, ending in points. Her hair was long, ran down her back, and ended at the bottom of her shoulder blades, and her bangs were tied into a small braid that hooked around the side of her head.

A lot about her features and figure matched Valencia's. Vlylsea, in no surprise to Valencia, wore nothing, but like their mother, she wore plenty of jewelry, mainly on her fingers and around her neck. An ecstatic smile broke her face when she eyed her sister on the bed.

"Oh. My. Dark. God. You really are back!" The demoness cheered, skipping into the room toward the bed. Saryss closed the door behind her once she was in. "Bitch! I haven't seen you in two hundred years! How have you been?!" Valencia watched her, wide-eyed as the demoness capered over the stone floor.

"I've been...alright...uh...how have you been?" She flinched as Vlylsea practically dove into bed with her. The demoness reached over and hugged her little sister with enthusiasm. Valencia hugged her back as best she could with her arms clamped against her body.

"Mmmm." Vlylsea hummed. "Valencia...I've missed you so much. It's been so lonely here without you. Mom and dad don't know a good time at all, and the lesser demons are so dull, they want to just kiss your ass. I swear I wanted to eviscerate a few of them, almost did too." She giggled and pulled away from Valencia. The demoness lay down on her side, propping her head up with her arm and resting her other on her hip.

She looked into Valencia's eyes, and Valencia tried to avoid her gaze. The older demoness took good note of this. "You alright, hun? Something bothering you?" She scooted herself closer to Valencia, straightening herself up. She placed one of her hands on Valencia's shoulder and the other on her lower thigh. The younger demoness blushed at the sudden affection. "You can tell me, hun. I'm all ears." She embellished the statement by wiggling her long, pointy ears up and down on their own.

"Well." Valencia started, trying to convey her feeling in a way that wouldn't reveal the strange nature of her situation. "Ever since I returned here...I just feel...." She paused, and Vlylsea gave her a quick *mhmm*. "I feel so...different...like everything's so alien to me. It seems like I don't belong here." Vlylsea could see the tears collecting in Valencia's eyes. "Nothing makes sense to me anymore, and I feel so alone. Even..." She blinked, and tears ran down her face. "Even the people I've known all my life feel completely different. I don't feel at home at all...I don't even feel at home in my own body."

"Awww, hun." Vlylsea pulled her sister's head down to her shoulder so she had somewhere comforting to cry. "It's ok, hun, you let it all out." And let it all out she did. Her sobbing got worse before it got better. The events of the day finally came crashing down on her psyche, and she knew by instinct and memory that Vlylsea was someone she could lean on.

Sniffling and hiccupping, Valencia finally managed to calm herself. She separated from her sister to see the older demoness wipe tears from her own eyes. "I can't imagine how hard it must have been for you, being trapped for so long up there with those...those...self-righteous invalids." Her tone became spiteful as she mentioned the surface dwellers but swiftly returned to its previous comforting volume.

She sat halfway up and put her hand back on her sister's thigh. "Hey, I know what will make you feel better. Why don't we join mom in the bathing chamber?" She asked with the hopes of cheering her sister even a little.

"I dunno. I don't really want to see mom right now." After her experiences so far with her mother, she'd rather not have to be around the demon queen and her vindictive attitude.

"That's ok, she's been in there for a while. She might even be gone by the time we get there." Vlylsea said. She playfully pulled on one of Valencia's braids before letting it drop back down onto her body. She lightly flicked her finger off the demoness's nose. Valencia giggled and cracked a smile. The voice was right. She really did feel comfortable around her sister. Vlylsea made her situation seem far less stressful.

"Well, ok, sure." She answered, giving into Vlylsea's playfulness. The older demoness clapped her hands together and cheered.

"Yaaay! Ok, let's go!" Vlylsea grabbed Valencia's hand and guided her off the bed. Once on their feet, she led her younger sister toward the door, which she pushed open in a hurry. They wandered out into the hallway where Saryss stood. Another hellhound stood at the opposite side to Saryss, dressed in similar armor to Saryss. This one was obviously male and resembled an Anubis-like jackal rather than a wolf.

Vlylsea led Valencia down several hallways by hand, their hellhounds following in tow. They eventually stopped at an obsidian door, and Vlylsea slowly pushed it open and pulled her sister inside.

The light of the hallway pierced the darkness within the chamber. Only dully lit torches illuminated the inside, setting a relaxing mood over the place. They were unnecessary anyways, for the large round pool of magma in the middle of the room produced the majority of the light needed to see without their natural night vision.

The pool was fed by multiple magma streams, gently pouring down from several pools carved into the cliff-like back wall, purposely made of natural stone. Around the sides of the room, stone benches lined the walls, and the empty spaces around the pool were occupied with finely detailed, iron lounge chairs neatly organized so those relaxing on them could commune with those in the pool.

At least that's what Valencia assumed they were for, but no one could actually swim around in molten rock, could they? Her internal inquiry was answered right away when she saw their mother, soaking with her arms slung over the edge of the pool, facing away from them. How she was not dead was a mystery to her.

"Moooom," Vlylsea said, announcing herself. "We've arrived." She led Valencia to one of the chairs, plopping herself down on it so she could remove her jewelry. The hellhounds closed the door for them, leaving the three in privacy.

"I thought you two almost wouldn't make it. You two used to spend so much time in here before the war." The mother demoness turned in her place and rested her chin on her folded arms, propping them up on the stone ledge.

"Yeah, well, the two of us had some much-needed sister time to attend to." Vlylsea retorted, dropping her jewelry on the iron slab in a pile.

"Hmm. Sister time...or 'sister time'?" She asked, raising her hands to make air quotes.

"Just sister time, mom. Jeez." Vlylsea answered, blowing her question of in irritation.

"Good to hear." Their mother said, turning back around. "The two of you must find proper mates and marry eventually. I can't have you fooling around with each other for the rest of your lives." Vlylsea scoffed.

"Thanks, mom, as if you haven't already brought that up a million times before." She rolled her eyes and gave her sister a sly smirk. Valencia slowly looked away, eyes going wide while looking around the floor in bewilderment. Dark lord, were these people as perverse as they were violent?

"Oh...yes. I forgot to tell you earlier, but our sister and us have...a bit of a thing together. It's natural for demons our age to explore with siblings." Valencia grimaced, heart beating faster. Her arm was tugged on, telling her it was time to enter the pool...of magma...

She looked to see her sister carefully stepping into the molten rock. As Vlylsea stepped deeper into the pool, it soon became her turn to get in. The grimace never left her face, and she hesitated.

"Don't worry dear, the magma can't harm us. Nor can fire or any other heat source for that matter. Demons are extremely resistant to heat. We've even gone swimming in Aereas's mantle a few times before." Valencia bit her lower lip, winced, and took the plunge, dipping her claw-like toes in.

It stung at first, but it wasn't bad, and the more of her leg she dunked it, the more it felt like getting into a hot tub. Once she was inside, it felt warm and relaxing. She followed her sister in until she was almost up to her chest. The magma was viscous, almost like mud, and its warmth soothed her muscles in ways nothing else could. She raked her fingers through it, leaving lasting trails in their wake.

Vlylsea sat a few meters away from their mother, and Valencia decided to sit across from her. Their bottoms hit the seat along the edges of the pool, and they both let out satisfied 'ah's. Valencia had to admit, it felt heavenly. Much like a hot tub, she figured she'd be having trouble getting out later. The three sat in silence for a while with their eyes shut as they enjoyed the comforting heat. Then, Qyrnila spoke.

"I thought about what you said earlier in the dining hall, Valencia. You were right. Perhaps I was too harsh with those half-shades. Things have gotten strained around here since you left us, and I've been letting my emotions drive my actions too much. It's ill-fitting of a Queen." Valencia looked over to her mother, almost shocked to hear her renege on her previous actions that she was so quick to justify.

"When you see them tomorrow, give them a hefty reward, and I will write a decree of apologies for you to hand to them. In it, I have stated that they shall forever be under our protection. After all, it's the least I can do when they've helped so. Your father has spoken only positive things of their successes on the surface." Valencia opened her mouth to answer, but Vlylsea interrupted her.

"What did you do to them." She asked in a mischievous tone. A smirk split her face as she side-eyed her mother.

"I almost killed them." She answered plainly.

"Oh." Vlylsea shrugged. "Whatever, those imps are annoying." She looked over to Valencia, smirk turning into a knowing smile. "You know, Valencia, I was in the ring of lust earlier today, before you returned." She swirled her finger on the magma's surface, creating spirals.

"Oh yeah?" Valencia asked, unsure what she was getting at.

"Oh yes. You know, fornicating with succubi and incubi in front of damned souls while they're chained to walls and rocks, unable to join us or touch themselves. It was as exhilarating a time as any. But it was cut short by the news of your arrival, and I, of course, would rather see you again before ever engaging in the pleasures of the flesh again. However, it did leave me feeling a tad...unsatisfied."

Valencia's heart beat faster. Was her sister coming on to her? Right in front of their mother? Vlylsea turned toward Qyrnila.

"Mom, could you summon the attendants, please?" The demoness asked sweetly.

"Of course, dear." Their mother slowly rose her right hand out of the magma and over her head. She snapped her finger and what sounded more akin to a gunshot rang out throughout the chamber. A section of the stone wall behind both of them slid upward, revealing the torchlit corridors hidden behind them.

Not long after, four demons appeared from the corridors, sauntering in single file. Each group of four gathered around one of the two sisters. They were definitely shorter than Valencia and her family, ranging from six to seven feet high. Their skin lacked the sheen that the royals did and varied in coloration. The horns on their heads were smaller, too They kneeled down next to them, cooing and humming sweetly to their patrons.

"Give us the works. My sister needs a good time after being gone so long." She commanded. The more minor demons immediately went to work, giggling lustfully at one another. Three of them from each group slowly slid into the magma, surrounding the sisters, while the fourth two positioned themselves behind their heads.

"Uh..." Valencia protested, looking back and forth between the three demons. Two groups of male demons kneeled on the ledge next to them while the lone females of the three stood in front of them. The two sets of male demons pulled into their royal counterparts and ran their hands over the sisters' breasts without warning.

Valencia gasped, having never felt the touch of another on her new body in such a way. It caught her completely off guard. What caught her even more off guard was when the demon in front of her disappeared under the magma, spread her legs to lap at her oh-so-sensitive lady parts.

A moan escaped her throat as the demon between her legs worked her long tongue on Valencia's pussy. That turned into even more moans when the two demons by her side leaned their faces into Valencia's plentiful bosom and planted their lips and tongues on her nipples. Then, the single demons kneeled behind their heads started nibbling on their ears ever so gently.

Through all these sensations, Valencia looked over to see Vlylsea, head leaned back and eyes shut, thoroughly enjoying all the attention given to her body. She then turned her gaze to her mother, who seemed to be watching with a bored look on her face.

"Um...Vlylsea?" Valencia asked between involuntary vocalizations.

"Mmmm, yes, sister?" Vlylsea answered, only partially paying attention.

"Sh-should we be doing this...in front of mom?" Vlylsea giggled at the query.

"Duh, we've done more than this in front of her. Way more...You really have been gone long, huh?" Valencia looked back at their mother, now leaning her head back in a relaxed position as if indulging in the lewd sounds filling the pool area. Then, she went back to Vlylsea. Her sister looked her in the eyes and slid her long tongue out of her mouth, making a slow, upward licking motion while tilting her head.

"Demons like us have a much lower standard of moral boundaries than most. We have little to no problem enjoying all the pleasures others have to offer us in front of each other. There was a while when Vlylsea ate all of her meals with the family in the lap of some male demon. And she definitely wasn't just sitting there, understand?"

"Valencia cleared her throat, somewhat disturbed by the images popping into her head.

"Look, this is all perfectly normal for us. You should drop any prior notions of decency. Enjoy ourselves, let ourselves relax, feel these servants' tongues, lips and teeth on our body."

Valencia stared off into space, pondering the morals of having sex before one's family members. She nearly forgot about the constant assault on her sensitive areas. It took the female between her legs, finally sliding her long tongue inside her entrance, to bring her back to reality.

"Oooooh..." Valencia moaned. She relaxed, sliding further into the magma. Maybe the voice was right. Perhaps she should put aside the prudishness of her past life and embrace her new one. These sensations felt incredible after all...

Her moans gradually got louder. The two demons at her breasts sucked vigorously on them, flicking their tongues over her sensitive nubs. The one behind her stroked her braided hair while she nibbled and licked her ears. And the one below...well...Valencia could begin to describe the way she worked her tongue so well. Her royal body rippled with pleasure, and she tipped her head back and allowed the waves of ecstasy to crash over her.

"Now we're talk'n," Vlylsea commented. She, too, let herself relax now that her sister was settled in. The two demonesses continued their duet of whorish noises while Qyrnila listened. It was music to her ears. In fact, it was starting to turn her on a little, getting her worked up and in the mood for her own erotic ventures.

She slowly stood up in the pool, turned around, and stepped out. The remaining magma still stuck to her body slowly ran off, some of it cooling and hardening. She sauntered over to the lounge chair with her own pile of jewelry.

She stopped before it and tensed her body. In an instant, she spread her wings to their full span, her tight muscles vibrating intensely for a fraction of a second. The cooled, solid molten rock shook off her body all at once, falling to the ground around her. Her wings tucked back in as she bent over and began putting her jewelry back on.

"I'll leave you two to enjoy yourselves, just don't stay up too late. Tomorrow will be a busy day." She spoke over her shoulder as she put the last of her rings on. "I'm going to join your father in our bedroom for some celebratory 'fun' of our own if you need me." She headed for the door, hearing the two sister's lewd noises growing louder. She stopped before leaving, turning to speak to them again.

"I love you two very much...and Valencia." She said, knowing the young demoness was far too occupied to answer. "You have no idea how happy I am that you're back. I'm beyond glad to see you're settling back in so well. Good night you two!" Finally, she pushed one-half of the door open and turned out into the hallway.

After a short walk through the spire, she arrived at the golden door down the hall from Valencia's room. She slowly pushed the two doors open to see Xor'un laying on their obscenely wide bed, reading an old tome on his chest. He put the book down and gazed at his wife, smiling at her presence.

"So, how are the girls doing." He asked.

"Quite well, it would seem," Qyrnila answered. "Valencia seems to be acting a tad strange, but, all things considered, she's reacclimating to her life here splendidly." Xor'un raised the book again.

"Good to hear. I'm glad things can start getting back to normal around here. For once, I can actually relax." Qyrnila strode toward the bed.

"Indeed. The two are already having a pleasure soak like they used to, and...it's got me a little worked up." She climbed over the stone frame at the foot of the bed and began crawling over Xor'un's massive legs. He dropped the book once more and raised an eyebrow with a grin.

"Worked up, eh?" The massive bulge beneath his loincloth twitched and rose a little. Qyrnila eyed it with want.

"Very worked up. Makes me want to do something the two of us haven't done in a while." She eyed his junk sultrily. Then, reaching between his legs, Qyrnila pulled the loincloth off Xor'un's colossal shlong. His twenty-inch member was already starting to stiffen, even more so when she wrapped a hand around it. The two demons looked into each other's eyes as Qyrnila stroked the mighty male off.

"Oooohh. Yes, your touch is, as always, so perfect, Qyrnila." He reached over and caressed her face, sticking his thumb into her mouth. She sucked it as she stared at him seductively. "You are quite right; we haven't done this in a while. I almost forgot how well you and I fuck." He chuckled, half growling. His thumb popped out of her mouth as she replied to him.

"I never forget, your highness." She pulled her body up to his, straddling his now fully erect penis, stretching to get her drooling pussy overtop it. Xor'un's hand slid down to her shoulder and applied downward force, pushing his queen down onto his shaft. It was just the way she liked it.

Qyrnila let out a long, deep moan as he forced her further and further down his shaft. He groaned as her spacious yet tight pussy massaged him. When she reached the bottom, she leaned over, and the two shared a passionate kiss, which very quickly turned into ravenous, more bestial kissing. They bit each other's lips and sucked each other's tongues, nearly snarling as their passion grew. Qyrnila rocked back and forth, thrusting her king's giant cock in and out of her.

The upper spire echoed with the sounds of intense fornication that night, eventually shaking with the cries and shrieks of earthshattering orgasms. The royal family had finally, after two hundred years, been reunited. It was the perfect cause for such celebratory actions.

The nine circles of hell would soon be awakened to the knowledge of Valencia's return, and the celebrations around the underworld would dwarf those in the tower by far. There was so much to be done now that the cold-hearted princess had returned. So many battle plans had to be made. A new war could be waged on the surface dwellers, and unbeknownst to her, it all rested in the delicate yet powerfully clawed hands of Valencia...