Snowing in Hell...

Mephisto didn’t need to know that Kor was dead, the 3 inches of snow at his feet told him that. Huddling himself at his throne, Mephisto’s rage smoldered, the only thing keeping him warm as the rest of his hellish kingdom recoiled from the death of such a terrible demon lord. Looking down at the scrying flame at his side, the ruler of hell glared back at the image of Susan Storm returning to her escorts, embraced with loving, open arms. Declaring to them that they were a people deserving of love and kindness and family. Calling themselves ‘Draenei’. Knocking over the brazier and turning away before he grew sick, Mephisto growled under his breath.

“Sickening… She mocks our very nature!” hugging his robes tighter, the demon lord sneered. “Her OTHER half wasn’t so… gentle…Now SHE was a true succubus, one that would have done me proud to rot that world to its core.”

“Sh-h-she resides in the body of Christie Chang my Lord.” Shivered one of the many demons of his court. “As-s-s-ssss we s-speak, she’s dying in an alley somewhere.”

“Grr… Good riddens.” Growled the demon from the seventh circle, clutching his blood caked axe tightly. “Failure deserves death.”

“But REVENGE? Revenge should be savoured.” Purred the serpentine demoness from the sixth circle, her whips snapping at her sides as she glared up at Mephisto. “Could you imagine the depths that disgrace would go to punish Susan Storm?”

The other demons in the court murmured, suddenly liking the idea, as did Mephisto who sat up and smiled cruelly at the potential. “Yes… Why send one of ours when we can build up her worst self and send HER as a weapon? A weapon who knows ALL her weaknesses and strengths and how to exploit them… Ah Corine the ever Spiteful, I do appreciate your council.”

Bowing with a hiss, the serpentine creature smiled wickedly back up to her master, a curtsy as her coils wrapped around her for support. “I revel in the suffering I inspire my lord.”

“I’m going to turn you into a duck now.”

“Yes my… NOW WAIT JUST A FUCKING MINUTE!”

Snapping his fingers, the scarred and hideous snake woman exploded into a puff of smoke before a quaking mallard was left in her place, flapping and yelping up a storm and causing the court to laugh a riot in Mephisto’s throne room. Bob, the envoy of limbo applauded with the others and leaned over to the heavily pierced lust demon and whispered in his pointed ear. “I don’t get it, is this supposed to be funny? Should I be laughing?”

Shrugging, Salazar the Sadomasochist chuckled as the duck continued to bark a torrent of insults at its master, making Mephisto laugh. “Look, I just got this job, the way incubi have been dropping like flies, I’m just waiting for him to finish so I can get back to my spiked chain whips and go home.”

“SALAZAR!”

“Yes, oh cruel and majestic one?” Purred the lust demon, bowing before Mephisto with an exaggerated grace to his thin, pale limbs.

“YOU shall go to the earthly plane and find this… Christie Chang, corrupt her to demonhood once again and set her loose upon Susan Storm.”

“Hmm, yes oh terrible one, I shall have her flesh sing and scream with my gentle and precise caress, pain and pleasure shall be felt in equal…”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET THE FUCK UP THERE NOW YOU FUCKING MAN-WHORE!”

Snapping back up straight, Salazar grimaced. “Yes master, shutting up!” With a plume of flame, the lust demon disappeared, leaving the court and Mephisto to wait anxiously for the results of the plan.

*

Huddled on the ground and wrapped in soiled blankets and spare clothes from shelters, Christie Chang fumed at her predicament. Sitting in the dark in the wet and filthy alleys of New York city, the former succubus had finally hit rock bottom; starving, tired and morbidly unwell, the woman coughed flehm in her hand and bundled herself tighter to stay warm.

This is all HER fault… ‘COUGH, cough, cough’… Mark my words, I SHALL get revenge on… On…”

“Susan Storm?” Purred a voice in her head, making the Asian woman look around her for the source. Getting up to her feet on shaky legs, Christie revealed just how sick she was; her skin was blemished and blistered having lived for so long on the streets. “Who are you? Show yourself!”

With an explosion of green and blue flames, Christie pulled away to avert her eyes. Looking up to find a disturbing sight. There standing before her was a pale thin demonic creature wearing nothing, but a purple silk loin cloth and ribbons of purple silk draped around his arms and neck like bindings. His body was covering garish looking piercings, all chain linked together with silver links that lashed and wrapped out his body like cage. Horns sprouted unevenly from his brow and his eyes were sharp and leering down at Christie as he licked his fanged lips. Bound in chains at his hand were a pear of creatures; twisted and beaten, they looked just like him in terms of physique but were made pitiful and submissive, looking up at Chelsie eagerly.

“Who… Or WHAT are you?”

“I am Salazar the Sadomasochist, Archduke of the Second Circle of Lussssst, my lord Mephisto has sent me to propose a deal to you Christie Chang.”

“Don’t call me THAT!”

Rearing back with a cruel smirk, the demonic creature admired the sick woman’s fury. “Of course, YOU prefer to be called Susan Storm.”

“I AM Susan Storm!” Screamed the Asian woman, standing defiantly and glaring back at the smirking creature. “That imposter has STOLEN my life, my identity, She’ll PAY for what she has left me as!”

“How right you are, which is why my master wants to offer you these two broken morsels to regain your statussss….” Stepping forward, Chelsie was unprepared when Salazar grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into a fierce kiss, devoid of passion it held only the promise of pain , even as he chewed on her lip before shoving her away, the woman spitting on the ground in disgust. Even so, she felt something had flowed into her; demonic essence. Yanking at the chains, the two gimpish demons whimpered in pain and arousal, looking up at their master then to Christie. “Their wills have been properly broken and will not put up a fight when you take every drop of essence from them, go… Feast.”

Needing no other invitation, Christie pounced on one of the slaves, pinning him down by his arms and shoulders while straddling his waist. Pulling aside her ruined underwear, Christie winced when she allowed herself to be penetrated by its cock, already getting herself moist despite the pain of its intrusion. Watching her go, Slalazar pursed his lips into a smile, watching the woman have her way with the whimpering creature. Then with a gasp, she went rigid and clutched at the creature’s shoulders. Reaching each other’s limit, the creature moaned in release, a release Christie fed off of and kept feeding. Second by second, the shivering, broken demon diminished in size and energy, all while the woman straddling it went through a radical transformation. Her skin turned blood red, her figure filling back out as her legs became toned and athletic and her waist narrowed. Arching her back, she ripped open her buttoned blouse as her sagging breasts grew full land round. With a howl, a pair of horns jutted out of her scalp, becoming gnarled and curved as they circled her pointed ears. When she was done with him, Christie pulled herself up and looked down at the black, sharp fingernails and red skin of her hands. A toothy smile on her black lips when she looked down at the pitiful creature, drained completely of essence and now reduced to barely the size of a mouse. “Yes…” Leering at the second creature with a hunger in her slit reptilian eyes, Christie’s smile grew sadistic as she moved forward and intentionally crushed the spent incubus under her foot to go to the other.

Having her way with the second gimp, the Succubus laughed and moaned, her pleasure threshold increased as she rode and fed off its arousal. Her scruffy, filthy hair grew long and silky, flowed over her shoulders and back as she pried off the remains of her ruined cloths. Her feet grew into hooves, and a tail grew out above the slopes of her heart-shaped rear. By the time she was done with him, she stamped him flat like a spent cigarette with her cloven foot. “Yes… YES! I’m whole again, better than before.” Laughed Christie, relishing the regained power she now had.

“So… Do we have a deal? Susan Storm?”

Snapping her attention at the lust demon, the succubus grinned from ear to ear, her two set of horns crowning her face. “NO! Not Susan Storm or Christie Chang! Those lives are small, pitiful compared to me, I am cruelty now, RAGE, Call me… Malice!”