Getting sacrificied for the greater evil.

Uklag steps through the silk drapes that separate his mistress’s living quarters from her bed room. The 40 year old woman that lied in wait had once been beautiful, with shining red hair and a hourglass figure. Years of decadence had changed that for the worse. What Uklag looks at is an obese woman with eyes clouded over by wine, hair trimmed to short stubbles, grey spots in them.

“So you finally managed to come here, you dumb ****.” Her arrogant tone is the same she had used for the past 10 years. Well she still thinks that Uklag doesn’t speak her language. A fact that had been quite useful in the past but is redundant now. Her eyes widen in shock when Uklag opens his mouth. “I assure you I am anything but dumb.” He says and let’s his arm rush forward. A surge of lightning crackles through the room and into the mistress’s body.

With a smile Uklag steps closer. “I love lightning magic. If you can target it correctly you have no fire to deal with, it leaves no traces when you dose it just right that the targets hearts stop instead of burning flesh...Clothes can still be a problem though” He says and puts a hand on the naked woman’s left breast, just above her heart. “Also you can paralyze people with it. To be honest I meant to kill you with that, but it seems I have underestimated your body mass.”

Uklag sounds quite scholarly, like he is teaching a child how to spell. "Which is only to say that you are fat." A second, less powerful electrical surge comes from his hand to keep his mistress locked. “But seeing how you are alive why don’t you assist me with something I have planned for a long time. As, let's say, recompensation for my services.” He pulls a simple stick from his belt. It was maybe 20 centimetres long and fit in his hand perfectly. One end was sharpened. If the woman could move her screams would have turned into shrieks of panic now.

“I call upon you.” Ulrak mumbles and slowly lowers the stake towards his mistress’s stomach. “Analea, Aelana – I call you.” Something sinister starts to simmer into the air. “I give you this sacrifice so you will answer my voice. Answer my Questions. Answer my CALL.” With the last word the stake penetrates flesh. The wound shouldn’t be fatal but the life still quickly fades from the woman’s body. An evil presence descended, eagerly awaiting the end of Uklag’s ritual. “I bind you with her faded soul. I summon you with my might. Now reveal yourself before me Succubae.”

Uklags feels a last heartbeat fleeting under his hand but his attention lies with the two new arrivals.

One is a blonde with white skin and blue eyes. Her big breasts are barely held back by the white silk dress she wears, slit open at the side Uklag sees her smooth long legs. Only the white horns and tail give away her true nature.

The other one wears her demonic origins much more openly. Her long red hair has coal-coloured strands and the black horns, that are bent backwards similar to her sisters, share their color with her sclera. Her yellow eyes focus look like a snakes and when she smiles at Uklag a pair of sharp canines reveal themselves. Unlike her companion her breasts are small, the pink nipples contrast the dark grey skin of her naked form. Red lines curve over her body in intricate patterns.

The demon sisters stand left and right of the head of Uklags’s former mistress. In perfect harmony they make a small bow and speak. ““We answer your call, mighty warlock. What shall we call you and what is your wish?”” Their voices clash. While the blonde sounds submissive and soft, the tone of the red one is hard and aggressive. Demons and their names, Uklag rolls his eyes. “Call me Master Uklag. I wish for you to guide me in my escape and answer to my questions once I am in safety.”

“”As you command, Master Uklag.”” Uklag rips the stake out of the dead body, it does have some sentimental value to him, and leaves the bedroom, the two demons in toe.