Purrsia's welcoming

Hekate glanced around the entry hall, a orange tinted mystical illumination giving the marble floors and columns in an eternal sunrise. Along walls niches were carved in allows small statues representing many of the demon races. Around the feet of one of the statues, a Nymph-like demon, a small white cat was resting.

The cat yawned and stretched as she noticed the demoness entry, her green eyes flashing as a mischievous smile crept across her lips. “Oh, Mistress Hekate, you have finally arrived. I’ve been waiting for so long.”

Hekate sighed softly as she looked over, “And you are?” tilting her head slightly, as examined the feline, “Oh wait you are one of Priestess Sherida’s daughters aren’t you, the cat girl, Persia was it?”

The feline disengaged from the statue arching her back, before leaping from the alcove. Her body shifting mid air, growing and transforming into a more humanoid shape, as first her palms and then feet landed on the cold floor. “Aww, Mistress has forgotten me.” A pout on her face as she rose to her feet, reaching up to brush her flowing blonde locks from he face and back over her shoulder, she stood nude before the Succubus. “I am Purrsia, Mistress Hekate, please don’t forget it again, someday, I will be allowed to come with you to the Mortal Realm, I would be a wonderful assistant and would do anything my Mistress would desire of me.” Licking her lips as her tail swayed behind her.

The demoness, shook her head slightly and taking a moment to look over the petite woman standing before her. Stepping closer to her, she reached out the place a hand on her head, “Dear pretty little pussy cat, I work on these missions alone. It is not some adventure you read about in storybooks, or fantasies whispered of in your mother’s bed chamber.”

Sighing deeply, “Most humans are despicable beings, with no honor or pride, they seek only ways to fill their selfish desires. Using our kind through pacts, they then never sacrifice any meaningful gifts for what they desire. Just a few weeks ago, I received a sacrifice for his highness, but it was just a poor boy they used a girl to lure to the home. Then they killed the boy, laughing about it as he was just a commoner.”

The young woman’s ears flickered, as her eyes dropped to the floor, “Mistress?”

Hekate scratched behind the woman’s ears, “yes, dear, the Mortal Realm is not a place for a naive child like you. It is chaos and madness, where we are considered evil villains, so they justify attempting to destroy or imprison us. They have formed religions that praise those Celestials and their Creator, without a clue what they worship.”

The young woman’s tail curled around her leg, as she shifted nervously.

She continued, “So you, my cute little acolyte, are not ready for that. To travel to the Mortal Realm, one must be versed not only with power, but also knowledge of the shadows and subterfuge. For now,just enjoy your mother’s stories taken from those who seek her company.”

The girl blushed, as looked up as if to object, but the firm look in Hekate’s eyes gave her pause. Then nodding and whispering, “Yes, Miss Hekate.”

Hekate smiled, pulling back her hand, “Good girl, now put on your clothes, and let’s see what reason I have been summoned here.”

The women, bounced over to small altar against the wall, picking up her short gown, dressing quickly, and tying her heeled sandals around her calves.

After she had finished dressing she returned to Hekate who watched as she had covered her toned figure. “Mistress please follow me, High Priestess Sherida is awaiting in the inner sanctum, along with Mistress Marihem.” Then under her breath she whispered, “the boring shrew that hides in the cathedral all day.”

Hekate chuckled hearing the comment, but choosing not to call out the child for her disrespect, yet another thing the girl would need to learn before she could hope to leave the safety of the Shrine. Even if the young woman did speak the truth about the manipulative bitch, a hint of smirk crossing her lips. “Very well, dear, please lead the way.”

With that the two walked through the halls and down stairwells to the heart of the Shrine, they ideally chit chatted. Finding the girl had decided on her own to wait at the entrance for Hekate, as her mother was preparing for something, the girl guessed it was the portal ceremony, but this was more intricate than usual.