Carmilla

You make you way back to the house. Your limo pulls up to the front. The sun is setting as you cross the yellow caution tape. Allegra follows behind you, looking menacing.

You walk down to the still smoldering ruins of the basement. A mist seems to hang there.

From the mist a pale figure emerges.

“I see your position has improved. How is it being Lucifer’s little fucktoy.”

“Be careful, Carmilla, I won’t tolerate such insolence. I am Queen of Hell.”

“Yes, my queen.” There is a note of sarcasm in her tone. “Now for my favor.”

“Carmilla, don’t you know the rules?”

“Of course, a demon is bound to fulfill a granted boon.”

“Silly vampire. Your boon was granted by Morgan, a sad pathetic human. I’m Morgan Queen of Hell. As such I have no obligation to grant your boon.”

“You traitorous bitch. I could have killed you!”

You have only a tiny fraction of Lucifer’s powers. In truth, if these vampires worked together they could dispatch you. Of course they don’t know that.

“Stupid undead twat. You should have killed me then.”

“I’ll kill you now!”

She charges at you with supernatural speed. You step aside and lay a hand on her. She bursts into flame. Her screams are pleasant to your ears.

In moments, she is little more than dust.

“Now that we’ve established that. Who is in charge?”

A pale sultry blond with dark eyes, and prodigious breasts, raises her hand. “I am.”

You point at her and she bursts into flames. Your power is nearly spent, but you smile at them as the blond is reduced to dust.

“Again I ask, who is in charge here?”

A tall elegant black haired woman gives a little bow. “You are.”

“Very good. And you are?”

“I’m Cheryl.”

“Cheryl, you will be in charge in my absence. You will obey my commands without hesitation or question. Understood?”

She curtsies. “Yes, my Queen.”

“As you were.”

You turn to leave.