An enemy of my enemy

As powerful as you are, you are no fool. Queen Mara has owned this world for some time. You will need all the help you can get.

You eye Grace’s prison. You take a clawed hand and slam it against the sculpture. It cracks. A sulfurous smoke fills the air. You smile, the smell of rotting eggs and brimstone smells like home.

In a few minutes the smoke clears and you see Grace at your feet. She is naked and looks malnourished. Dozens of tattoos of runes of power mark her body. There are several more of scenes of demonic depravity that are likely just decorative. Her hair is the same black as the Succubi. However, her nipples and clit are pierced.

She opens her eyes and looks at you. In what is barely a whisper she growls. “You! You’re dead.”

You chuckle a laugh of pure malice. “Rumors of my ****, were greatly exaggerated. Father saw to that.”

She looks at you more closely. “Bitch. He chose you.”

“And, you tried to have me killed. I should just put you back.”

“Please. No.”

“I thought you might want to help me destroy Queen Mara.”

“Yes! I’ll eviscerate that whore.”

You enjoy the pure hatred in her voice. “You’ll need to regain your strength first.”

“Easy enough. Oh! There is so much lust in this world.”

You watch her breasts blow up like balloons. Her ass expands and her legs become long and luscious. She begins to closely resemble a Succubus. You swear inwardly. She may very well betray you. You are already regretting freeing her.

“Remember, you are what you eat.”

“I...can...control...myself!”

You give a Mona Lisa smile. Control has never been one of your would be sister’s strong suits. You catch a drop of your blood on your finger and flick it at Grace.

It expands before it her. It surrounds her for a moment before disappearing. It leaves behind a pair of thigh high boots, a latex mini-dress and a satin choker.

Grace glares at you. “What is this!”

“I thought you walking about naked might attract unwanted attention.”

“Not those.” She gestures at her boots and dress. “This!” She tugs at the choker, which is one solid piece.

“Oh, that. It’s in case we fail and I am damaged in some way. It will send you safely back to Father. He is still quite angry with you, you know.”

She tugs at it.

“It’s quite unbreakable , my sort of sister.”

“You can’t do this to me!”

“I am The Princess of Pain, Lady of the Dying Light. I will do as I please, unless you prefer returning to your cell.”

“Noo!”

“Very well then. We have a queen to kill.”

“Where should we begin?”

“Information I believe. Getting it should be fun.”

You laugh.