Glory prepares.

Glorificus sat like a queen on a throne in the huge leather armchair positioned in the centre of the penthouse apartment she'd commandeered as her new base of operations. Most of the other furniture had been cleared from the room and her newly acquired minions stood around the walls respectfully quiet and still. In Sunnydale minions were easy to come by if a goddess wasn't too picky. A visit to a seedy back alley demon bar had recruited a motley selection of vampires and low level demons. Glory drummed her fingers on the chair's arms impatiently and uncrossed her long legs with deliberate slowness. With feigned indifference she noted her minions craning their necks as she paused then recrossed her legs opposite to how they had formerly been. She'd practiced this move since seeing it in a movie and her short thin dress and disdain of underwear gave her minions a long glimpse of her carefully shaven pussy.

"How much longer do I have to frigging wait?" Glory complained loudly and rhetorically. "I'm a goddess for fucks sake. Can't any of you numbnuts get a job done on time without examples being made to give you an incentive?"

The minions glanced nervously at one another, knowing full well that making an example usually meant either **** or a hideous amount of pain for at least one of them. Luckily for them at that moment the doors to the apartment opened and a short demon hurried in and prostrated themselves on the deep white shag pile carpet before Glory.

"Glorificus your effervescence, I have succeeded." The little demon announced nervously. "It was terribly difficult. The Summer house is rarely empty and there were numerous wards on the...."

"Yeah, whatever." Glory cut in silencing the demon. "Long story short, you did what I ordered shortstuff right?"

"Oh yes your radiance." The fawning demon affirmed. "Here let me show your voluptuousness."

The little demon opened a satchel it had carried and drew out two hairbrushes and a small parcel of wrapped tissue paper and held them up as an offering to the blonde goddess. Glory leaned forward, this time genuinely oblivious as her minions shifted position to ogle her cleavage as her braless tits threatened to spill out from her lowcut dress. Caught in the tines of the hairbrushes were long human hairs, blonde on one brush and red on the other. Glory pulled a face as she daintily unwrapped the tissue parcel. A pair of used sanitory towels werte inside and the vampire minions twitched their noses and sniffed the scent of human blood in the air.

"You, come forward." Glory ordered one of the vampires, a latino female in her early twenties. "You've got the nose for this. Have these been up the right cunts?"

The vampiress wrinkled her nose and inhaled, frowning in concentration. She licked her full lips greedily as she got the sweet ferrous scent of the blood soaked tampons.

"Yes Glorificus." She confirmed. "The slayer and the witch."

"Excellent." Glory said excitedly. "You've done well shortass."

"Your bountifulness, my heart rejoices with your praise." The small demon cat burgler gushed. "But my reward...?"

"Yeah, I guess. I suppose you'll want the usual reward?" Glory asked, setting the demon's head nodding furiously in confirmation. "Very well go to my chamber and wait for me there. Your goddess will reward you with a night of unbridled lust, but shower first for fucks sake. I know where your hands have been."

The demon thief backed away praising Glory's generosity in flowery language before scurrying through the door to the shower room.

"Anyone know if that thing's male, female or other?" Glory asked after the demon had left. "Not that I'm discriminating, but it's impossible to tell under all those scales and mucus."

The minions all looked at one another and a bout of head shaking and shrugging ensued.

"Oh well never mind, I guess I'll find out soon enough." Glory said dimissively. "Bring out the other ingredients and arcane doohickeys. It's time for your goddess to work some magic."