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"Thanks, I guess," Jaylee said, taking one of the cookies and biting down on it. It was good, just like her grandmother used to make yet even better. "Oh wow! This is really good!"

"You're such a darling," the woman said, pinching her cheek. Jaylee grimaced a little.

Naamah took a cookie as well, sniffing it and giving it a little nibble. "Huh, that is good." She broke the cookie in half and fed it to Belial, who gobbled it up and started licking the succubus's fingers.

"You're not kidding! Naamah, you're into doing stuff in the kitchen recently, you should definitely make these."

"Yeah, what's the recipe?"

The woman giggled bashfully, her face blushing from the compliments. "Well, you know, nothing special other than love." She grinned. "...and knockout agent."

Jaylee suddenly fell face first onto the floor.

"Ah fuck, I should've seen this comi-" Naamah tried to curse but was cut off, before joining suit. Belial rolled out of her hands and landed on her paws.

"You're a twisted bitch you know that? Twisted! Still, the cookie was almost worth-" She trailed off into mumbles before collapsing, her dog disguise gradually fading away.

Jaylee slowly opened her eyes. She wiped the crumbs off her lips, careful not to ingest any by accident. She sat up, surprised she wasn't restrained. Belial sat cross legged on an altar nearby, annoyed, her head resting on her golden gauntlet, her hair smauldering and crackling.

"You just had to have one didn't you?"

"Oh come on, how was I supposed to know?" Jaylee stood up and tried to walk over, but bumped her face against some kind of invisible wall. She looked down and only then noticed the circle of salt around her, the outer edge decorated with mystic runes and Hebrew spells. There was one around Belial too.

"Should've made one of these when you were summoning earlier."

Jaylee harumpfed. "Where's Naamah?"

On cue, Naamah's screams came from the other room. What could possibly cause such pain to a demon such as she?

"There's only one thing that could possibly terrify Naamah," Belial said, as if reading her mind, "and that's somehow losing her sexy."

"What, is Envy taking her sexy for itself?"

"Probably not. Envy is envious, not greedy."

Another scream, this time more heart wrenching, more pained and shrill, broken up by sobbing and wails.

"So we're next?"

Belial was silent. Jaylee sat down defeated. She knew what would be taken from her. She'd be back to being a regular teen, though most likely still without a soul. She felt like crying. This wasn't fair! She wanted to be more than just a regular girl for so long, and now that she was something more it will be taken from her.

Suddenly the door opened, and Naamah, a grey withered husk of her former self, came in and fell to her hands and knees, her dry hay like hair sprawled on the floor. She was sickly thin, no longer plump and curvy, and her body was marked by scars, the most prominent being a dagger scar on her breast, just over her heart. She wheezed and fell over, writhing and dragging her gnarled fingernails across her skin. Her voice was nearly inaudible. "...hhh... hhh... hhhn-n-n..."

"Naamah!" Jaylee cried out.

Just behind the succubus was the woman from before, though her eyes were different, like yellow snake eyes. From her mouth darted a snakelike tongue, and when she grinned the demons saw her long fangs.

"I just hated how bloody sexy she was," she began to say unprompted, "strutting as if she were better than everyone! What a fucking whore." She kicked Naamah in the stomach, flipping her onto her back, causing her to cough speckles of blood. She turned to stare at Belial. "You're no better. Why do you wear that crown? You're just an imp! You don't deserve it! You've done bloody nothing to earn it, and you've done bloody nothing with it when you could be living it up in Gehinnom! If I had it, if I had that crown..."

"So, you've been paying attention to what I've been doing huh?"

"Who hasn't? You've made a lot of enemies Imp. But when I heard you'd be up on the mortal plane looking for me I just couldn't let the opportunity pass up." She hovered around Belial's circle, leering at the crown, drooling. She flittered about, grasping at the air before snatching her hand away, unsure on how to proceed.

"Are you Envy?"

She cooped her chin against her chest, going between smirking and caution. "I am," she answered, curtly.

"Come on then, if you're going to steal my crown at least have the decency to show me your true form."

She hesitated for a moment, but then grinned. Envy began to slide out from her shell, the bright, cute visage of the woman melting away and falling to the floor like a discarded costume. Her form was monstrous, ghastly, a mix between woman and snake, hunched over and much, much larger than the she was just a moment ago. She was covered in warty scales from face to claw tipped toes, pyramid spikes jutting along her spine. She spoke in hisses and growls, baring her ugly, yellowed teeth. "Is thisss better Imp? Are you terrified? You ssshould be! If it weren't for that crown, I'd be the greatessst demon here!"

[image of envy is WIP]

"If you want the crown then try and take it," Belial taunted from behind her circle. Yes she wasn't in the best position, but she was still much more powerful. Envy hissed, and thought for a moment before turning to Jaylee.

"Perhapsss I need an assistant in thisss matter." Jaylee cringed, crawling away as far as she could in her circle, but Envy practically dominated her with her gaze, towering over her, bringing her face level with hers. She flicked her tongue and licked her face, leaving behind a trail of tingling spit. "Look at thisss, sssuch a young demon. Why didn't ssshe give you bigger titsss little demon? Or a more beautiful face, or more power? The mossst powerful demon, and all ssshe doesss is turn you into a whelp, an underling, jussst a ssservant." She rolls out the last couple words with spite.

"I see what you're trying to do, but it's not going to work!"

"But I ssspeak the truth, no? You can't be ssso loyal to her already?" She gently rubs the tips of her fangs against Jaylee's neck, despite her fidgeting and recoiling.

Jaylee looked between her King and Envy. "I... guess you are a little right," she said weakly.

"Really Jaylee? You going to turn against me just like that?"

Envy began to massage Jaylee's tit in circles, rubbing and squeezing her nipple between two fingers as she continued to lick her. "Be mine, and I'll grant you everything you've ever been jealousss of."