We shall

Three months have passed and everything is in place at the DSD. Nick, Andrea and Kyle work hand in hand, day after day to bring more agents into your flock. Every night you enter in communion with your Lady Grace over the suffering of one of your victims. .

You’ve prevented a dangerous outbreak of low level demons that stole the key to one of the portals from its keeper. For your mistress’ plan to work you need discretion and discretion is not what was in the mind of those stupid fucks. They are now being cooked and served at the table of the Dark Lord every night and resurrected every morning to serve as the main course of the following night.

The girl you kept at home for late night snacks passed three week ago, you replaced her over the next weekend with a black couple. You keep them chained in your bedroom. Since he fucks you every night, the guy should turn in a few days now but you don’t mind. He used to be a cop and having a law enforcement low level officer will probably prove quite useful to your cause.

For the first month, you’ve made Marlowe your little pet. On the first night of your official return you visited him and his family. A nice family dinner was exactly what you were looking for. You had his wife and his son fuck you in front of him. For three days he had to see them slowly turn into foul creatures of the night and they drank his blood for their perverted breakfast during the following weeks. That made him go nuts and he was **** to resign. In reward for your services and with your newly highly improved office politics skills you were appointed in his place.

Most of the accounting department has joined your ranks. They spend their days twisting the numbers into hidden unholy hymns to the glory of the Dark Lord and their night sucking on the blood of the rest of the departments. It’s amazing how easily they left Kyle make them join. You suspect some of them to have already been bloodsuckers of some sort, even before your very first encounter with your Lady Grace.

Rumors have started to spread about an attenuated version of the Lilith Strain but you managed to keep that under control. A quick visit to the press waving around your shiny new DSD director card has kept things quiet for a while. Lilapharmatech actions are on the rise and nobody seems to know why.

You’ve organized an internship program and every morning a long line of interns come to lick your pussy and pay you their respects. In the next few months, this should ensure your mistress a strong foothold in the academic world and in the following years you envision the creation of an elite of followers at all the strategic positions of the country. And honestly, having your labia kissed every morning by half a dozen good looking students is a nice bonus.

Your mistress is satisfied with you.

A good looking little brunette is thoroughly cleaning your genitalia when suddenly your phone rings. Your crew knows best than to bother you between eight thirty and nine thirty every morning so this must be important, you think as you see the internal DSD number appear on your screen.

“Yes hello?”

“Mistres… Director Kai? This is Sam from reception.”

The image of the colossus that now guards the DSD appears in your mind. You remember when you recruited him. He was working as a low level henchman for a group of Satanist terrorists that where planning on detonating an atomic bomb just three streets away from your offices. You sent them back to their masters and made a complaint through the official channels down there asking for better communication between the different Hell Princes. The minor hell lord that was behind the project was demoted and was now cooking fries as a familiar in one of the hellish fast food franchises in a remote province of the Dark Land. It would have been a shame to see all this good work lost in ashes. After the cleansing that followed all that was left standing was the huge yet a bit mentally limited man. You had taken pity on him and offered him a position at the DSD.

“Yes Sam, what can I do for you today?”

“Director Kai, I have someone here that says he wants to talk to you.”

“Sam, you do know what time it is?”

“Yes Director, but he insists, he says he’s from the Vatican.”

The Vatican… This is bad.

“Okay Sam, I’ll be on my way.”

You push the girl from between your legs adjust your tight leather skirt and storm out of your office, on the trip to reception you make a call.

“Kyle, sweetheart, we have an inspection, I need you to check with everyone so that this looks like good old DSD. Thanks a thousand.”

In the mirror of the elevator that takes you to the ground floor you check you image. You’ve dropped your strict and functional wardrobe for something still strict but much more fitting for the principal agent of your Lady Grace on a hearth. In your cupboard you now have a whole set of leather short skirts, designer black shirts and expensive tailor fitted vests. It’s a statement to the world telling him to bow down in front of your magnificence… At the moment you’d rather be in your old suits. Your clothing will not go well with a high ranked Demon hunter from the Holy See.

The moment the doors of the elevator opens the bad feeling that you had shifts into a thick and heavy bubble of greasy anguish in your guts. Saying that you’re in trouble is a violent understatement.

“Good morning, agent Kai, it’s been a while.”

Cardinal “Padre” Ignacio Lopez, a.k.a. Super Lopez, special ambassador of the Vatican with the UNISDO (United Nations International Supernatural Defense Organization) , Veteran of the Lilith Wars … The rumor has it that, at the most critical point of the crisis, with a simple halberd, he single handedly destroyed three high Succubus that had been sent to pervert the Holy Father. He is said to be able to spot Satan Worshippers with a single look. You shiver at the sight of his cross

You had met him once at the White House, at the time you were on the same side and he had impressed you a lot, now you’re on opposite sides and you’re frankly terrified.

“Padre Lopez, how are you? It’s been a long time indeed.”

He looks at your outfit and frowns for a second.

“I am here on a special assignment for the Vatican, would you mind showing me your office so that we can discuss its modalities?”