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Plight Of The Succubi

Chapter 1

The Daemon Caller (Part 1)

"Oh, yes, quite nice... but I was more looking for more... guarding material..."

"Yes, yes, I know! Succubus are weak in terms of physical strength, but they are the most intelligent type of Daemon; they have to be to trick men! I assure you, she is worth the money!"

"Mm... I may have to pass. Although I am quite tempted... Maybe you could get her to prove herself?"

Ilerthan, the Succubus, kept her head down. Here she was... blindfolded... standing around for the wealthy to inspect... and maybe buy. She didn't even think of correcting that man; Wraiths were, by far, superior in every way.

"I can!" A hand grabbed the fabric of the blinding cloth and yanked it off her head "Go on then, Daemon! Why don't you give a little demonstration?"

She didn't want to be sold to anyone. Her spirit was broken... but being someone's slave? She didn't want to comprehend it. But... she had just been given an order... disobeying would result in punishment... severe punishment... So she did it.

"Huh?" The prospective buyer; a man in his late thirties, brown hair, overly pleasant face, and a black suit, turned as he felt something tap his shoulder from behind and, before he could blink, she was in front of him, a much blunted knife to his throat, another held offside in preparation to counter any attack he might make. His eyes were wide as dishes as he realised what was going on "God Almighty! She's fast!"

"Of course she is! The smaller they are, the quicker they move! On top of that, she has no small knowledge of Daemon Magic!"

"Is that so...?" She backed down to her previous position, arms behind her back and eyes averted to the cobbled ground submissively "Let's prove that then. Get her to do something."

"Hmmm... why don't you show one of your more... deadly ones?"

She refused to look at the disgusting merchant, her gaze instead falling on a melon that had been strategically placed for her to show off what she can do with magic. Making a practiced gesture, the tips of her fingers on her right hand glowed vaguely. She flicked her hand at the fruit half-heartedly. Nothing seemed to happen... until she closed her hand into a fist. There was some muted muttering from the other people in the tent as it slid into pieces. Cubed to perfection. "Yes, that is quite deadly! Alright then, how much do you want for her?"

"A hundred thousand pounds."

"That isn't very cheap... but I don't need to know more to know that it will be worth it!"

She kept her eyes on the melon as she was sold off like a lump of meat. It hurt... it hurt so much... but she couldn't show it. Not here. "Ahh, excellent!" Notes ruffled as they exchanged hands. "I hope she meets your expectations!"

"So do I frankly..."

And that was it. Her life now owned by some human for a measly price of... Here eyes widened with shock. How much had he paid!? The usual price for a Succubus like herself, she had observed in the past two days, was no more than twenty thousand! Something was going on here... and she didn't like it "Well? Why don't you take her home and test her?"

"Hm... good idea. Thanks. Come."

She looked closer at the man as he turned away from her. His hair, which seemed brown on first glance, was in fact a dark red. She could see glasses hanging onto his ears, the shiny metal quite the contrast against his pale, dull skin. She looked over his broad shoulders with some small interest, and down his back. She couldn't tell for sure, but there was a strong indication of muscles below the suit. Her eyes fell lower before she could make any conscious effort to stop them; his trousers were thin, for their type, and easily showed the shape of his legs. They were obviously muscled too. She couldn't help but imagined what he might look like without the clothes...

"Daemon! Pay attention!"

She snapped her eyes up to his head, her cheeks flushing "Yes... Master." She had learnt to say it automatically but... it seemed difficult this time. She watched his expression half fearfully, she didn't want to be punished for making him angry... She noted some obvious things about him. One being his dark blue, almost purple, eyes. His glasses were minimal, with the thinnest of metal rims. His eyebrows were so light that they almost became invisible in any shade.

"Hm... Nice voice..." He said, apparently to himself, as he turned again.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Normally, she would enjoy it when anyone complimented her... but, having it said by someone that owned her...she didn't know whether it hurt, or not. No, it didn't hurt... it did feel good... but a dirtied good. Her legs were slightly sore from standing all day so it took a second for her to start walking, following her 'master' out the white tent while getting discreet looks of empathy from the other Daemons up for sale.

"Get in."

Ilerthan complied, getting into the passenger seat of the car. It was a modern one, a BMW. Black. With leather interior. She shivered at the touch of the cool, smooth material on her back and thighs. Honestly, she loved leather. It had a texture that she found more appealing than silk. The door closed once she was fully inside. She resisted the urge to spread her legs to be more comfortable and put her hands on her lap. Partially to put some sort of barrier over her crotch. She was perfectly happy to be naked, but the thought of what her 'master' could do without even telling her first sent cold shivers through her. She watched him as he rounded the front of the car, climbing into the driver's seat. She stared as he checked out the dashboard. The key went into it's slot, clicking as it turned. What she heard next was not what she had expected. From somewhere beneath the hood came a thunderous roar. She jumped, covering her ears reflexively.

Master laughed "Didn't expect that, eh?"

She beat down the obvious, offensive, reaction of hissing at him. That would get her punished. Her hand descended back to her lap. What would happen later? Where would she sleep? Would she be fed at all? She bit her lip for what felt like the millionth time. She didn't want to think of such distressing questions.

"... What?"

She jumped again. She had been staring at him! That would get her in trouble for sure "N-Nothing, Master!"

"Don't lie!"

Her face burned up as she shrunk down as much as possible. His tone of voice meant, at the very least, a beating later. Not two hours and she was already in line to be punished. Her exceedingly sore lower lip received another bite. She couldn't now but, later, when she might be alone, she would cry.

His expression softened as he took a slow breath "Excuse me; today has not been my best." He tilted his head, smirking vaguely "Care to make it worse?"

If he had been a Daemon, that would have been an invitation for a mock fight. It always had been. She tensed her back involuntarily. It was painful to be reminded of her former home.

He saw that "Tsk. How disappointing."

What?

"Name?"

She looked at him questioningly, unsure of what to make of the question.

"Your name. What is it."

Ilerthan hesitated. Her name... she hadn't said it to any but herself after being captured... it was all she had left in a way... and she had been ordered to give it away. She couldn't. Without realising, she shook her head.

"What? You prefer to be called Succubus? Or Daemon?"

"... I-..." She knew what would happen if she refused "... I-Ilerthan..." Gone. She bit her lip, hard, her teeth sinking into it, but she didn't notice.

"Ilerthan? That isn't very feminine..."

She kept her jaw tight, blood welling out around her teeth.

"Then again, I guess Hell isn't the place to be like that..."

Her body trembled with severe desire to let her emotions go, blood beginning to drop onto her lap.

"Right?" He looked at her "... you're bleeding."

She, realising what she had done to her lip, inhaled shudderingly, but kept her mouth shut.

He sighed "Look at me, and stop biting."

She, obediently, faced him, opening her mouth just enough to remove the four teeth from her lip. What was he going to do? Taste her blood? If he was, it wouldn't disturb her; she had partaken in worse blood sport before... an enjoyed it. Predictably, he leaned towards her. Ilerthan forced her eyes shut, trying to imagine that he was a fellow Daemon and that he had bested her in fair combat; deciding on her body as his prize. There had been several occurrences of that. She had liked it every time but once, when she had been too beaten from the fight to feel much pleasure.

"Tsk. You shouldn't harm yourself, Illi."

"Illi?" She asked before thinking, daring to see at him.

He was leaning past her, his hand buried down the side of the seat closest to the door Ilerthan; Illi. Haven't you had a nickname before?"

She stared, confused by his behaviour "No..." He was very unlike all other humans... mostly in the way that he had treated her so far.

"Heh... Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm most commonly known as 'the Daemon renter', but my real name is Nathan." He sat back up, a box in his hand.

"... Daemon renter?" She was, if anything, even more confused about him.

"Yes. As in, I buy Daemon's from the church and have them work for other people in my stead; small day-jobs mostly." From the box he extracted a small square sheet and used it to lightly dab the red substance from her lips, the material proving apt at absorbing liquids. She jumped mildly at his actions "You, however, are lucky."

"H-..." She hesitated... but there was nothing offensive in the question "How so, Master...?"

"Don't call me that. I hate the responsibility that comes with that title." He muttered, taking the now-stained piece of material away. He resumed talking; providing an answer "You're lucky because I bought you with guarding in mind. I own around six Daemons and people are beginning to suspect me of being in league with the Devil." He frowned "Hmph... I wish..."

What?

"But, anyway, your only problem should be boredom." He snorted "Unless people start trying to have me killed for my assumed allegiance to Hell."

Again, she forgot herself "Humans kill each other!?" She was understandably shocked. Sure, there were arguments that got out of hand among Daemons, but never any premeditated killings! Daemons that even tried to do something like that were dealt with swiftly, and mercilessly. Even if their target does get killed they're resurrected on the spot; the required mana taken from the murderer... even if the strain upon their soul kills them. It was brutal, but effective, justice.

"Yeah... humans are the most childish of races..."

It was beginning to make her nervous. He kept talking about his own kin with such distain... as if he wasn't even one of them. But his humanity was blatant, almost painfully so! How could he think of himself as anything else? Her mind, momentarily unrestrained, suddenly shifted to something she couldn't have expected: 'Ilerthan... Illi... I like that...' She blinked at her own thoughts "But... you're human... right?"

"Hmm... maybe, maybe not..." He grinned slyly as he pushed a stick between them in a fairly simple gesture, probably working this piece of nearly useless technology "On the subject of races, Illi... ... I noticed straight away... you are exceptionally... attractive, even for a Succubus..."

She felt heat run to her face. She tried in vain to hide her blush, but it was inevitable that he would see it. Why did that comment affect her so much? She blinked hard, looking down at her hands. Why were her instincts firing up? She forced down the growing attraction she had for him as he manipulated the machine's controls, driving them both to a destination she was sure to be unfamiliar with... his face holding a somewhat knowing grin.

Nothing more was said.

Ilerthan sat up sharply, struggling to open her eyes and break away from the smothering lassitude blanketing her. She had fallen asleep! Hopefully, Nathan wouldn't punish her for such a lapse in concentration... She blinked, shaking her head to remove the last cobweb touches of her restful state. She was in... a bed? The room was huge, from what she could see in the deep darkness. How had she gotten here?

"You took a long time to wake, Illi."

She made an involuntary high pitched noise and dragged the heavy, yet soft, blanket to cover her head as well as her body, curling up fearfully. Was she about to be punished by this yet unseen presence...? There were footfalls nearby; she trembled with every one as the noise got closer... each was accompanied by a sharp clicking noise. They stopped only when the bed impeded their progress. By now, she was hyperventilating. What could she do? Fight back? No... what if whoever it was had 'blessed' objects to hurt her?

"Why are you hiding?"

She bit her lip. The obvious response was silence but... that voice was far too deep to be made by any human... She, powered by morbid curiosity, made a gap between the blankets and the bed, allowing her to look. What she saw with her strong night vision made her jaw go slack "A... A..." She slowly looked upwards, from the thick legs supporting a massive body to a reptilian head a meter above her.

"Dragon?"

She just nodded, stupefied by both it's immense size and power. Dragons were said to be the sons of Satan himself, and here she was... almost within arms reach of one! It was awe inspiring. Her eyes began roaming, taking in his (the pouch and sac between his legs were very obvious) full stature. His scales were a deep green, with an oppositely dull orange stripe running from the underside of his muzzle, down his chest, stomach... extending all the way to the tip of his slowly lashing tail. He was, as near as she could tell, eight meters tall when standing on all four of his legs and twelve meters long... excluding his thick, limber tail which she guessed to be another four and a half meters "I... How did I get here...?" She was respectful. You had to be with those with so much power that they could crush you with a mere thought.

"Nathan brought you in. He said you fell asleep on the way over."

"I-I did... um..."

"You are in Nathan's home. Although it looks small from the outside... it has many underground floors. Most of which I created myself, hence the size of this room."

He had answered the next several questions before she could ask them. She didn't need any further proof of telepathy, it was a common ability among the highest of Daemons. She simply called a memory of Nathan to mind, the question implied.

The Dragon grinned, his maw filled with several rows of teeth, his tongue as thick as her balled fist "Nathan is on the first level. There is a teleportation rune across from this room that you may use to get there."

Illi was dying to ask another question...

"You are both right and wrong."

"What?" She blinked and remembered her manners "Sorry, I... How is he of humans but not at the same time?"

"That is easy." The High Daemon lounged against a wall "Nathan is something rare. Rarer than my race. He is both a Daemon, and a human... because his mother, a human named Alexia, and his father, a Lesser Infernal named Krii, somehow breeded successfully. I do not know how, but it happened; twenty nine years in the past."

"That... isn't possible..."

"It is. I have seen many millennia; this is the thirteenth occurrence of this nature."

"... thirteen..."

"Yes. A misfortunate number. That is why he has gathered Daemons of many arts to himself, with my help to restore their spirit."

"I-... Thank you..." That explained it. Why she had the courage to speak. While she was waiting to be sold, she hadn't said a word; nothing had passed her lips in all that time. But, as soon as Nathan had got her alone, it was like all her 'training' hadn't happened at all.

"None necessary. Just go to him; he wants to talk to you."

She nodded, walking from the room, the door making no noise as it closed.

"... Yes... she has the potential..."