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“S-so… She warned if you continue to trifle with her affairs… S-she’ll come after you.” Stuttered Vallar, the tiny serpent looking up at Mephisto, shaking with fear. The demon lord bundled himself tightly at his throne, his chin resting on the palm of his hand looking down at the tiny snake that used to be one of the most powerful succubae in the circle of lust. Famous for the breaking of some of the most powerful leaders in the past, driving them to self destructive fits of vainglory that sent them crashing into ruin. Now she was nothing more than a sycophantic worm trying to avoid being crushed under foot, the stink of the septic tank still staining her as she sat at the center of Mephisto’s court surrounded by his advisors.

“Well at the very least, you tried your best…” Mephisto replied in a sickly-sweet tone, waving his hand to one of his court. Vallar looked up to see a demon of pure violence stomp down and grind his heel into the gooey spot where she once stood, scrapping his boot behind him where the remains disintegrated into dust.

“What shall be done of the usurper my lord, what shall we do with Susan Storm?” Asked the treachery demon, her barbed talons twitching as she stood on the pinions of her many wings.

Fuming at his throne, the arch demon’s eyes glowed with anger and flame, resting his chin on the palm of his hand once against while tugging his robes tightly to fight off the growing chill.

“I’m upset… I’m turning you into a dog now.”

“As you wish my… Wait… Dafuq?!”

Snapping his fingers, Mephisto’s mood improved significantly when the hideous treachery demon was turned into a fidgeting, barking chihuahua. Barking up a storm at its master, and having the entire court in riotous laughter, with Mephisto laughing and clapping down at the tiny animal.

*

Okay… Let’s see what we have today, hmm, property bills, flyers…” Sitting at the desk of her office, the blue skinned demoness skimmed through the mail to her escort service. Going over the expenses of her front and the bi-weekly pay of her staff, Susan Storm scratched at her horns, deep in thought while calculating their wages.

“It’s a good thing these people pay top dollar for my girls, otherwise I’d have to pull out of my own funds for this place.”

Hearing a knock from her office door, Susan looked up to see Malinche poke her head through in her human form, a nervous look on her face. “Uhm… My Mistress, can you meet me out here in the lobby?”

Stepping out of her office and changing her appearance back to her human form, Susan found the lobby to her business filled not with men waiting on the potential to meet her ladies, but human escorts and prostitutes from off the streets. Some wore bright, tacky clothing to catch the eye while others bundled themselves in long coats as they either sat at the couch or paced back and forth in the lobby. “Bout time she shows up.” Coughed one woman at the couch, glaring up at Susan with envy in her eyes at the well-dressed beautiful woman in the blue business dress. The other six women making murmurs of disapproval at waiting for so long.

“Could you give us a brief minute please?” Asked Susan as she gently wrapped her arm around the arm of her secretary and pulled her back behind the fogged glass double doors of her office. “Malinche, who are all these women?”

“They claim to have been the escorts of the… Reckinbawls who arrive last week my Mistress, he is still hospitalised, and they no longer have a means of employment.”

Rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration, Susan peaked out the glass door to look back at the seven women and sighed. In the brief 10 minutes she knew the pimp, she knew he was an asshole, and a BIG one at that. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, Susan looked back at the waiting Malinche and sighed. “Alright… Bring the first one into my office…”

“Yes, my Mistress.”

Heading back to her desk and leaning against it with her arms crossed, the first woman formally under Reckinbawls employ stepped inside. The African American woman that walked in, crossed her arms under her leopard print jacket and frowned, glaring up at the beautiful blonde woman giving her a warm smile. As far as Susan was aware of, the woman looked like she was in her mid forties and hid a lot of health issues like drug abuse and past trauma. The hint of fading scars on her face showed that Reckinbawls seemed to enjoy hitting his women.

“So, tell me your name.”

“Sigh… It’s Violet, so you de bitch that fucked up our pimp, startin to wonder how youz sent that mofucker packin to the hospital.”

Smirking back at the woman, Susan tilted her head. “I have my ways, so you want to be one of my escorts hmm?”

“Pff, beats pulling tricks to make ends meat.”

“Alright then, welcome to little devil’s escorts, Oh! And the first step to joining is a little initiation.”

Screwing her face in confusion, Violet smirked back, revealing poor dental health when she smiled back. “What? Gotta give a blowjob to the fuckin janitor?”

Taken off guard, Violet gasped when she was pulled into a kiss, feeling Susan dart her tongue into her mouth and explore into the kiss. Then she felt something, an intense rush that filled her very being as the kiss intensified. Her teeth began to change, becoming healthy and white while developing fanged incisors. Slowly wrapping her arms around the woman, Violet’s skin began to change from a dark mocha to a crimson blood red, her fingernails growing jet black and sharpening to points. The strapped sandal heels she wore snapped and burst as her toes merged and her ankles lengthened, becoming cloven feet that tapped against the tiled floor. Moaning into the kiss a tail ripped itself free from behind her black mini skirt, snapping back and knocking over a vase in the process. The final change came when a pair of horns jutted out of her scalp, gnarling and curling like a rams to circle her pointed ears. When Susan pulled away, the new succubus breathed out a plume of smoke from her nostrils, blinking her yellow slit eyes.

During this time Susan had changed herself, lost in the moment after she poured her essence into the woman, more so than usual to begin the corruption process and turn the woman she kissed into a full-fledged succubus. Susan’s skin was now sky blue, shaking off her slippers as her feet turned into hooves. Her figure filled out as she grew taller and her six horns grew out to frame her face. Revealing her stature as an arch seducer; a queen of succubae.

“So, how do you feel?”

Looking down at herself, the fledgling demoness smiled a cruel grin with fanged lips, her complexion now smooth and without any hints of scars or wrinkles. Her body was now half its original age and her cloths struggled to contain her now healthier figure; her new DD breasts straining her one-piece top while her skirt rode up, failing to contain her thighs and heart shaped rear.

“Incredible, I feel strong, POWERFUL, seduction made manifest! So many men to feed off, to twist and wrap around my fingers as I bring their lives to a crumbling ruin, playthings to amuse myself with as I feast on their desires and souls…”

“Yeah, hold that thought.” Bringing her finger to the woman’s forehead, Violet went stiff when the finger traced down her nose, to her lip, down her neck to the valley of her cleavage. Pinching her fingers together, Susan tugged at the thread of evil in the woman’s heart.

*

Meanwhile, back in Hell…

Still cheering and laughing down at the little animal barking up at Mephisto and his court, the demon lord laughed out loud, hanging over the arm rest of his throne. “Yes! Again, suffer for me again, I do so… ARGH!”

Clutching at his chest and tumbling down the steps to his throne down to the ground surrounded by his court, Mephisto looked like he was having a heart attack. “FUCKING BELZEBUB ON A FUCKING STICK! IT FEELS LIKE SOMEONE’S STABBING ME IN THE BACK AND IN THE CHEST! AND THE KNIVES ARE MEETING IN BETWEEN!!!” Thrashing and flailing on the ground, clutching at his chest, the demon lord finally stopped and collapsed, breathing hard and sweating beads of liquid that sizzled the ashen ground around him.

*

Plucking the worm of evil out of Violet, Susan was impressed at the strand of jealousy, malice and cruelty she had plucked from the woman before she crushed it in her hand, watching as the black pasty remains turned to coal dust and disintegrated in her hand. Looking back at the woman, Violet’s skin suddenly changed again, going from blood red to a soft indigo as her horns twisted and bend to look like the upward curves of an antelope's horns. Her eyes changed as well, becoming doe like and innocent looking before she blinked and looked around.

“THERE we go, so, how do you feel Violet?”

“I like ice-cream!” Chirped the demoness, wringing her hands under her chin with a smile, the many years of jealous cruelty and suffering in her heart gone, along with the memories attached to those impulses. Leaving the forty-year-old with nothing but her childhood joys and more positive outlook. “I like STRAWBERRY ice-cream!”

“That’s… That’s great sweetheart, we have some in the lounge.” Gently moving aside the now innocent looking creature, Susan tapped on her office door for Malinche to hear. “Okay, send in the next one for me to interview.”

*

Back in Hell, again…

“I’m fine, I’m fine…” Coughed Mephisto, slowly getting to his feet and looking drawn and pale. “Just need to… AWE FUCK NOT AGAIN!” Collapsing to the ground, the demon lord thrashed into another fit of agony while his court watched, the chihuahua barking at his face as he clutched at his chest.

“WHAT THE FLYING FUCK IS GOING ON UP THERE?!”