Lady Midday Loses Her Cool

The tether of control over young Luna flared suddenly before dissolving into nothing. Lady Midday bolted out of her throne and stomped over to the eldritch mirror placed at the center of her chamber.

With a flick of the reflective surface, the image settled on the demon’s conduit.

Lady Midday saw that the worm was still alive. In fact, it seemed larger and more powerful than ever. The girl, however, was nowhere to be seen.

“What the fuck?” Lady Midday screeched.

There were few things she hated more than having her fun spoiled. The girl was a perfect engine of corruption. So much raw power and energy contained in such a small form. With the right push, she would fill the earth with debauchery and corruption.

Lady Midday thought she had managed to apply that push, but it clearly wasn’t enough.

In the image displayed on her mirror, Luna Monroe was nowhere to be found. Instead, Lady Midday watched her vile servant creep through bushes before lighting on a mostly empty parking lot set against a twilight sky.

“This will not do,” the demon snarled.

So much fun to be had. A magic book and a young witch filled to the brim with power. Another girl tainted with the manhood of a demon. It was a playground for a demon like her, and yet someone seemed determined to spoil all her delicious fun.

“This will not do at all.”

The demon closed her eyes and stuck her hands into the liquid surface of the mirror. In the next moment, her consciousness plunged downwards, filling her worm-servant.

It was time to be a little more hands on in her approach.