He awoke.
A cold wind, howled past obsidian pillars that jutted from the floor around him. Flickering torches lined the opulent hall, casting shifting shadows on carvings of demonic decadence and billowing velvet drapes. Outside, thunder boomed, lightning flashed, and screams and cries of pain and pleasure rang out from far below.
It was every dramatic villain's lair ever… and it was fabulous!
Lucien found himself sitting in a throne of gold and jagged, black stone, draped in crimson cloth. Slick, raven-black hair hung neatly across his brow. Two majestic, girthy horns poked out from his head, curling at just the right angle.
And inside his new body… he felt it.
Raw, vast, powerful.
A Demon Lord's magic now coursed through his veins.
He took a deep breath.
"Yep." he muttered with a smug grin. "Definitely the bad guy now."
As he stared at his hand, dark magic crackling within his palms, a hiccup echoed through the hall.
He turned.
A woman lay sprawled beside the throne. Whimpering softly as she cuddled a half-empty keg of wine like it owed her money. She was sinfully stunning. Horns, wings, tail… the full succubus package. But her eye liner was smudged and she looked like she lost a drinking contest against a minotaur.
"You ok there, sweetheart?"
She turned, rubbed her eyes then gasped.
"...Lucidius?"
Lucien blinked. "I… guess that's me now."
She squealed like a fan girl at a boy band concert.
"You're back! Gods, you're finally back! My Dark Lord has returned to me!" She leapt to the ground, throwing herself before him dramatically as she wept. "Praise the Abyss! I knew you'd return! Everyone said I was crazy, but… who's crazy now Vex?!"
"I'm gonna need at least 20 minutes and a powerpoint presentation to catch up here."
She sniffled, reached for his foot and hugged it. "Welcome home, Lord Lucidius, ruler of ash and flame. I have kept your fortress in perfect condition. Just the way you like it!"
He smirked, steepled his fingers and leaned back into his chair with a content-filled sigh.
"I like what you've done with the place." Lucien muttered as he studied the view of his infernal throne room, opulent beyond measure, put soaked in feelings of malice. Quaint… but not quite his style. "Well then… we'll have lots to catch up on and lots to do."
A shriek rang out as the succubus fell backward, eyes wide.
A divine light descended beside the throne, and Serenith, the angel, floated down gracefully, her wings arched around her as her halo softly glowed above her golden hair.
Lucien didn't flinch, his grin only grew wider.
"Ah," he said, leaning back, arms wide. "Now this is balance."
The succubus' eyes almost bug out of her skull when Senernith's bare feet touch the cold, marble floor of the throne room.
She gasps, points a perfectly manicured claw at the glowing beauty standing beside Lucien and practically screeches. "W-Why is there an angel in the Ash Lands?!"
Lucien lounged back further into the throne, draping his leg over the armrest and gave an easy grin. "We're a package deal, darling."
The demoness blinked. "D-Deal?"
"Part of my resurrection clause." he said, shrugging. "She's here to keep watch over me. Guide me a little. Assist here and there. But mostly keep me from destroying all creation, enslaving the populace, et cetera… she's basically my divine probation officer in heels."
"I don't wear heels." Serenith muttered, her glow dimming as she's flushed with a wave of embarrassment.
Lucien waved a hand dismissively. "Not yet, feathers. But let's not close any doors, shall we."
He shot Serenith a wink and her breath hitched. "Y-You can't manipulate me."
"Manipulation? I would never." he moaned, feigning offence as he clutched at his heart. "I prefer seductive reasoning."
Serenith gasped, cheeks flushed as she averted her gaze.
The succubus crawled up Lucien's leg, clutching onto him while her tail wrapped around his ankle, a sign of demonic anxiety if Lucien had ever seen one. "An angel… here? In our sacred lands? What if something reacts badly to her holy magic? What if the Void-Mother hears of this?"
Lucien yawned and stretched like a man that just woke from a thousand year nap and was ready for anything.
"Relax," he said smoothly, tousling the succubus' sleek, black hair. "I trust her, I like her, and she's with me." he lowered his voice to a menacing purr, sliding his hand around her nape and pulling her face to his. "If I say she stays, she stays. Isn't that right?"
The succubus swallowed hard, then quickly bowed her head. "Of course, my Dark Lord. All is as you command."
Lucien turned to Serenith and gave a wink. "See? I'm a firm believer in harmony in the workplace."
Serenith only pursed her lips in response.
Lucien then turned back to the succubus, "Now, you clearly know who I am, which is excellent, considering I don't know who I am."
The succubus straightened, staring at Lucien, confused. "You… you don't remember?"
"Part of the divine reboot," Lucien lies smoothly though his gleaming teeth, throwing in a dramatic sigh for added flair. "They wiped my memory. Said my charm was too powerful to be left unchecked…"
Serenith opened her mouth to interject, but Lucien held up a waving finger without even looking at her.
She closed her mouth and folded her arms with a pout.
"So, enlighten me. Who are you, darling?"
"I'm Vile, your High Advisor. I've served your throne for more than three hundred years. I handled your correspondence, day-to-day planning, organized your post-battle orgies—"
Lucien raised an impressed eyebrow. "Efficient and enthusiastic."
She nodded proudly. "I also ran your personal logistics, managed your wardrobe, diet, sleep schedule—"
Lucien whistled. "An overachiever too."
Vile beamed. "And I was also your number one concubine. You always said I gave the best blowjobs in all the realms."
Lucien's mouth parted slightly.
Serenith nearly choked on her own breath.
Vile tilted her head. "Would you like one now, my lord?"
Lucien blinked, tugging on his collar. "Well, I mean, it's not that I need one, per se. I wouldn't want to seem… indulgent."
Vile rose with a hop, breasts bouncing like they could crush the minds of lesser men. "You always said to deny oneself pleasure was akin to betraying the infernal code."
He smiled. "Ah. That does sound like something I'd say."
Serenith coughed. "I… um… I'm not here to interfere, of course. Only to observe. Offer advice. If... if that's okay. But is it really in our best interest to—"
Lucien flicked a hand. "No worries, halo. We've got plenty of time. And it's important to understand your employees. Their hopes. Their passions. Their... techniques."
Serenith croaked a noise of protest before covering her eyes with one glowing wing.
"I don't mind if you watch," Lucien added. "You might learn something."
A long pause followed.
Then one glowing blue eye peeked out over her feathers.
Vile giggled like a schoolgirl at prom. She was infernally beautiful. Skin the color of molten rose-gold, eyes like ruby fire, and curves that seemed to have been sculpted by sin itself. Her horns gleamed, her black-leather outfit clung to her like a second, slightly kinkier skin, and her tail swished with anticipation.
With a flick of her fingers, a soft red glow shimmered through the air. Lucien's belt unbuckled itself with a click.
Serenith gasped. "Oh heavens—"
Vile bit her lip. "D-Did it get bigger?"
Lucien shrugged and leaned back on his throne, eyes rolling slightly as Vile's forked-tongue fondled its way around his shaft before her lips slowly sizzled over it.
And every muscle in her mouth began to massage him.
All.
The way.
Down.
POP~
"Holy shiiiiiit…" he yelped. "Do demons not have gag reflexes? That's… hnnngh... whoooa!"
Just then, the massive chamber doors exploded open with a crash, and a voice shrieked across the hall.
"I knew I heard Vile sucking on a dick!"