VD - Demon politics?

You never thought you would be sitting down for a demonic civics lesson with your pregnant demon wife and the mayor of Demon City, but here you are.

Demon City is the main hub of population in Demon World, but there is other stuff. Morrigan, its mayor, is basically a middle manager. She keeps things running smoothly in the city. Meanwhile, there is a higher elected position: Demon Overlord, which is in charge of the city, the various other things in Demon World, and the Demon World’s political interactions with other realities and dimensions, which are limited. It’s mainly just dealing with the Human World, although apparently there are occasional issues with Lovecraftian nightmares and stuff.

Anyway, it looks like Morrigan wants to run for Demon Overlord and she wants you as her Vice Demon. Based on what little your athlete’s brain is able to take away from what Demi and Morrigan explain, it sounds like the Vice Demon position is not so different from that of the Vice President in America: utterly pointless. Maybe that’s why Morrigan likes you for it instead of someone with actual qualifications.

“Ooh,” you say, accepting an after-dinner cocktail from Jake. You’re trying to look and sound as though you’re keeping up. “Who’s the Prez and VD now?”

“Trish and Albedo,” Morrigan and Demi reply automatically in unison, with identical eye rolls.

“Do we not like them?” you ask.

“Uh…” Morrigan and Demi exchange a look. “It’s complicated.”

“Oh. Are they popular?”

“Not especially,” Demi replies. “But they aren’t especially incompetent, either. Could make them hard to run against,” she adds with a glance at Morrigan.

“I can beat Trish in the general,” Morrigan assures you both. “The primary’s the hard part. That’s where I need to stand out.” She gestures graciously at you. “The first fully human running mate in the history of Demon World. Everyone will love her. What’s not to like?”

She gives you a warm smile that makes you tingle all over.

Demi looks skeptical, and you come to your senses. Morrigan’s overwhelming beauty and intense sexuality are intoxicating when she’s just a couple feet away, but this is crazy.

You laugh nervously. “I’m not a political person.”

“You don’t have to be. You just have to be fun,” Morrigan says.

“Uh…” You don’t know what to say to that.

“She’d have to do at least two debates,” Demi notes.

“Yeah. And I don’t know anything about the, like, Demon World issues.”

Morrigan shrugs, and her incredible bust jiggles. “Neither will anyone else.”

“Hmm…” This is making your head hurt.

“It’s OK,” Morrigan says, placing her hand over yours. “You don’t have to decide anything tonight. Speaking of which, it’s kind of late. I probably shouldn’t be driving at this hour…”