VD - Demon Library

The Demon Library is about what you expect: a huge building downtown covered in statues of sexy gargoyles and nude demons holding books. You make your way inside, finding it a bit like a human library, albeit a large, old one from a major city: it’s big and classy, with high ceilings, fancy architecture, marble floors… very cool.

It’s quiet, like a human library, but you still hear faint, distant noises that are suggestive of trysts and activities taking place just out of sight.

But Demon City is thriving, so downtown is crowded and lively. The library is still, quiet, and… obviously not very popular. That’s OK. You came here to learn, not to socialize. Time to figure out what’s up with this Demon World. Like, where do these guys even come from?

As you cross the big entrance hall, a red demon rises from behind the desk and strides out to greet you. It takes you a minute to recognize Tari in her black pencil skirt and sheer blouse that brazenly shows off the lacy, black bra that’s keeping her humongous chest in check.

“Tari?” you say, shocked. She holds a finger to her lips. In the silent moment that follows, you hear a strangled grunt from somewhere nearby that sounds suspiciously like a guy blowing his load.

“What are you doing here, Riley?” Tari asks, peering at you from behind glasses that you have never seen her wear before. What is this? Sexy librarian cosplay? Before you can answer, she takes your hand and leads you deeper into the library. “What are you looking for? Girl on girl? Stuff with humans? Some tips and tricks for my daughter?”

You stare at the shelves, which remind you of something odd from your memory: in one of those Lord of the Rings movies, the old guy visits a library where it’s all just old scrolls and stuff. This place is like that. The books look like evil spellbooks, there are plenty of scrolls, and you don’t see a single paperback. More than that, there’s lots of like… magical decorations. Statues that move and paintings. You stop to stare at a huge painting of three hot demon guys that appear to be hovering in the air, jerking off right above a naked woman in bed. The artist did a nice job with the, uh, light and shadow here.

Tari’s still speaking, softly. “If you wanted more private lessons,” she says.

“No,” you tell her. “No, I want to learn about Demon World. Is there like a… Demon World for dummies? Like a textbook? Like a… short one? Or maybe a documentary series or something?”

Tari frowns at you. “No. Why would anyone want that?”

OK… so demons aren’t big on history. You sigh. Is all of this just smut and cosmic kama sutra stuff? You look around in wonder, then look at Tari.

“I guess I need a different kind of private lesson,” you say.

She scowls. “Not the fun kind?”

“Like… social studies,” you say.