Next Stages

Miss Price and Curtiss had left to finalize your rise to power. Some additional documents to be signed and staff needed to prepare for the transition, boring stuff. Expecting everything to take a few days, at least on your end. After all you kept most of the equipment and personnel. Perhaps you'd allow Curtiss to clean out your office and let him leave with his belongings. Though the occult was something new, so there was a chance there might be something powerful hidden away here. Artifacts you could make use of. Worries and questions for latter.

The four of you sat around the office table, planning the next steps. Two demons. Two humans. You already knew Liza and Christa, leaving Serenity and what you had read about the succubus in her file.

Once a whore walking the streets which Curtiss had taken to experiment on during the early days after the company's takeover by the forces of Hell - his research notes were illuminating on a number of subjects. Though no longer looking the part. Possessing an aura of a distinctly feminine and innocent sexuality. Golden tresses framing an angelic visage, nothing standing out but still mesmerizing. Same for her body, which could've been called plain, if not for the simple fact it just wasn't. The opposite of the in-your-face beauty of Liza, turning the heads of onlookers just so they could get another look. Even with the horns and tail, it was easy to forget Serenity is a corrupt temptress of womankind.

Unfortunately, like Christa, she wasn't a scientist. Faust hadn't been kidding when he said the initiated were poor researchers, while humans lacked the natural abilities for magic. The tattoos marking your skin was a way to bridge this gap, but a crude one. Greater control would be needed to fully realize your ambitions.

Those at the company would exact a heavy price for that knowledge and already you weren't entirely certain what bargin Christa had struck with Vespa Price, or what she was ultimately plotting. You needed to look outside, rather than relying on their strength as your own.

"Tell me about these wiccans. They are witches or some shit like that?" Seemed Liza had some run ins during her recent days as a mousey christian fundamentalist. You had heard the name, but hadn't paid much attention.

"Our church used to organize protests at one of their annual ceremonies, calling on the Goddess of the Moon and the Horned God to give them their blessing in some sort of ritual. Kinda used to believe they were fakers while also ignorantly fearing that we'd be cursed with some black magic- I know much better now - they call themselves witches at least and cast spells of some sort. If half of what I was told about the rituals during service was true, hmm, then I wouldn't mind participating this time around."

The two demons didn't have much more to add, though filling in some general details on the decentralized faith. They were playing around with magical forces at best. Still, perhaps there would be something to learn. If not, you still needed to make up the loss of your daughter as a seller and they'd be a new market. Tell them it's something organic, detoxing or other buzzword these kinds of people like to hear and they'd eat it up. Always the Christians, Muslims, Hindus and Buddhists as an alternative, they should've stumbled of some mysteries of their own during the centuries.

In any case, there was still the new product line to develop and there was still much that could be improved. "Serenity, Christa. I'll need new samples of everything. Tell the others to also be prepared for more invasive physical tests. Our new Sapphic Ruby is precisely what I was looking for so we'll use that as basis for the percentage of our main chemicals moving forward. Here, let me write it down so you bitches don't miss anything."

Sending them on their way to their assaigned tasks. Liza, newly promoted to your personal secretary, no way in hell were you letting that girl go, talking to the scientists and the pair of demonettes with their kin. Leaving you some freedom on what to do next.

You wanted to celebrate. Too bad Curtiss was away or you'd go down on his cook, had been too long - wait, hadn't you done that recently? Or better yet, a pussy. Fuck, Ruby was still messing with your head and it felt great.

Slipping up the short skirt you wore, eager fingers probed the wet canal with slick and recognizable sounds coming from the exploration.