Away you go.

As the four of you soar to the mall, you feel a sense of elation. You have been transformed into one of Hell's chosen, remade in Mistress Lilith's image, and now you fly through the sky with the speed of damnation with your pack, preparing to add more souls to the legion of Gehenna. The four of you touch down on the edge of the mall parking lot, Amanda whooping in exultation as you land.

"Flying is fucking awesome!" she declares. The rest of your pack chuckles in agreement.

Turning to look at the West Parkville Mall, you see billowing smoke coming out of another end. Robert coughs. "Right. That does add a bit of urgency to things..."

Amanda gives a dismissive wave. "That's at the other end. Everything should be fine." The three of you give her a somewhat incredulous glance, causing her to wince. "Okay. Relatively fine. Yes, we probably don't have forever here, but we never really did."

"So, how we gonna do this?" you ask. "I mean, we can just swoop in and take one of these little clusters of mortals, but then they'll be alarmed and probably alert the other one, and well..." You shrug. "You know. Complications."

Jess nods. "Believe it or not, lover, I think I've found away around that. Just watch." She shuts her eyes. As you watch, her image blurs--suddenly, you are looking at the girl you knew before her transformation into a rutting hellslut. Well, almost--Jess's bust and hips are at sexpot proportions now, and her clothing is a lot more risque, something you can't help but approve of. You and the Jennings applaud her transformation.

"That is fucking amazing, Jess!" you declare.

"How do you do it?" asks Robert.

"Just... will it," she says. "Everything we can do... it's instinct for us. If you think about it, it will just click for you..."

You shut your eyes and follow her advice. Soon you can feel yourself molding the glamour around yourself. You make yourself appear as a fitter, better-looking version of your old self, wearing the sort of classy suit that was always just a bit beyond your paygrade in your mortal life. Jess gives out wolf-whistle as you finish up the glamour. "Mmmm, tasty," declares Amanda appreciatively. "Me next." She shuts her eyes and suddenly you are looking at the good-looking college student from before, only enhanced in the manner of Jess and yourself and in much sluttier clothing. You all cheer her transformation.

"Honey, you look goddamn fantastic," says Robert, "but you need to tone it down." Amanda pouts at her father, but he raises his hand. "These people know us, hon. If you show up looking like you've suddenly become a stripper, well, it will defeat the entire purpose of the glamour."

"All right, Dad," she whines. A moment later, and she is a fairly exact replica of the girl you first saw, though you kept help but feel that she's making her bust and hips just a bit bigger, and her clothing a bit more risque.

"Very nice," says Robert, before shutting his eyes and transforming into a gray-haired man dressed in casual clothing. "So let's go fuck some mortals," he declares devilishly.

The four of you confidently stride towards the entrance, Amanda calling first her sister and then her boyfriend. "Yeah, love you too, babe," she says as she finishes her call. "Trust me, we're getting through this. Together." She snickers as she hangs up and looks at the rest of you. "Right, here's the skinny--Megan is with six of her friends at the furniture store. They've managed to barricade themselves in a back section. Things are a bit wild there, though I'm pretty sure we can reach them without too much trouble. Derek is with Mick and Maya... a couple of old friends of ours... at O'Malley's. They're a bit on edge, but they'll be much easier to get to, and they won't see what's coming until they're coming." She shrugs. "So, who do we go for first?"

You consider things. "We could split up..."

"Be a bit risky," notes Jess. "Spreading ourselves thin, forcing ourselves to take on a lot of mortals at once with too few of us to control the situation."

"Yeah, and as much as I'd like to fuck my little girl's tight cunt and cute ass first," says Robert, "I don't feel too confident about those numbers." He looks at Amanda. "I think we should get your boyfriend and his friends first, then hit your sister and her little pals with the increased numbers."

Jess laughs. "And you said you weren't a master strategist."

Amanda leans and kisses her father on the cheek. "My daddy, the genius plotter." Robert turns and shoves his tongue into the mouth of his sinful daughter as the incestuous pair once again indulge in their unholy lust.