Straight to Central Command

You prowl your way out of that musty library and out into the hall.

You meander with no destination in mind, and when you notice your feet are taking you towards the throne room, you shrug and continue on your way. It might be the afterglow talking, but you're riding high on newly-minted power, and you're curious as to why it came. Just a quick peek in to check out what went down, it's probably nothing *too* major.

After a good bit of walking, finally reach the doors to the inner sanctum. You expend a bit of magic to push them open, and what you see inside makes you let out a bark if only half-surprised laughter.

Sprawled out, almost laying, on the throne is an instantly recognizable figure. A succubus with bone-white skin and an intricate set of Bikini Armor studded with eyes carved from rubies.

"Lady Mara, what have you done now?"

Mara looks over at you with a lazy smirk, "Is that anyway for a lowly imp to speak to their new master?"

You hold your hands out placatingly a strut forward, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I only ask out of interest, not even complaining. I feel far too good to think it."

"That's good of you," she purrs. "More should appreciate the fruit I offer like you do. To answer your question, the former blood-hungry savages in charge stuck each other like the rabid dogs they are, and I decided that since no one else was at hand to lead, I'd take the reins and introduce some civility to the masses outside."

"I suppose that the first step had to be stripping everyone of their, ah, 'spears'?" You ask rhetorically.

Mara seems to catch it, and grins wider, "I just figured that it would help encourage the adoption of mutual receptivity among the troops."

You snort, "So what are you planning?"

"Hmm..." Mara sits up and puts a finger to her lips in thought, "You know, I really don't have an agenda in mind. I figured that we'd maintain business as usual. No need to make a big show or get aggressive. Continue consolidating the forces, maintain the border, all that military jazz. The humans haven't been letting up on their attempts to send adventurers through to sack us, it'd be best to continue patrolling and hunting for them. No more **** and execution though, maybe setting up them up with members of our ranks will encourage diplomacy."

"Well it's not abducting maidens, but I doubt the humans would appreciate us claiming their best fighting stock for ourselves much more than that." You comment neutrally.

"Well, like you said, it's not like we're abducting maidens," The pale succubus dismisses offhandedly, "They're big boys, and they're the ones coming to us, to both of our benefits. How long it takes the people sending them to realize that and what their response is will be up to them. When that happens, *then* we'll see where we stand and what our next move will have to be."