Debra

“Hi, Kelly, miss your sweet snatch.”

You smile. “Debra, what’s up?”

“Queen Mara has a demon for you to take out.”

“Where?”

“Inside the DSD. Your boss Marlowe.”

“Impossible. The seer would have found him.”

“I assure you, Queen Mara is never wrong. Use one of your...holy...objects. Once you out him, kill him.”

“If he’s a demon, I’ll kill him.”

“Excellent. That’s all I can ask. Stick a few fingers in that golden honeypot of yours and think of my perfect tight body.”

It actually doesn’t sound like a bad idea. You miss her incredible tongue. “Mm, sounds good.”

“Happy hunting.”

She disconnects.

You head home, formulating a plan for tomorrow.

After much tossing and turning you finally fall into a troubled sleep. Your alarm comes all too soon. You strap on your ebony daggers and head in.

Once you reach work, you grab a holy cross from the repository. As an agent you simply sign it out. This particular cross doesn’t have a strong demonic repellant effect, but it does have the unique property of destroying demonic glamours.

You wait outside his closed office door. Nearly an hour goes by and you fidget with the cross. Finally, the seer walks out leaving the door open.

You simply walk in and drop the cross on his desk. You expect him to chastise you. Instead you are shocked.

“You bitch!”

Suddenly his shirt rips as his muscles grow. He slams a fist into his desk, breaking it in half. You back out of his office and draw your daggers.

By the time he reaches the door frame, he is a seven foot tall muscular incubus. He snarls, showing demonic fangs, and swings hands with fingers capped with black, razor sharp, claws. He grasps an enormous demonic cock over a foot long.

“I’m going to split you in half, bitch.”

He swings a backhand at you, with lightening speed. You duck, and it just misses you. You swing a knife up as his arm goes by and draw blood.

“Argh!” He howls with rage.

He swings again and you drop to the floor avoiding it.

He moves in for a killing blow.

You hear someone unload a clip of blessed am I into him. He staggers back.

In one fluid motion you stand and let a dagger fly. It lodges deep in his eye socket.

He screams in rage and pain.

Rather than wait for another attack, you charge him at full speed burying your other dagger deep into his chest.

His body begins to smoke. In minutes he is little more than evil smelling black goo. You retrieve your knives.

Tanith, Marlowe’s number two marches in shocked. She looks at you. “You, go home now. I need to report this to Senator Jones.”

You leave the building shocked and horrified. As you arrive home your cell rings...