Angriel followed the group through the countryside toward Thurzen. Upon arrival Damarus gave out several orders to be done before they could assualt the town.
"There is also the issue of the town guard, and the gatehouse. We need the town guard whittled down, by any means necessary, and the gatehouse to be sabotaged. It must not function properly when the time comes to close the gates," Damarus said catching her attention.
Mmm, she thought licking her lips, mortal minds to corrupt, sounds like me."I'll see what I can do to the guard, Damarus," she declared, "However, I may need assistance with the gate, any takers?" she said seductively eyeing the group.
Angriel felt the squeeze of her hindquarters during the battle. She turned cracking her whip in the direction spliting the puff of smoke Tyreus left as he teleported away. That rascal, she thought, I'll have teach him about succubi later, the continued while a deviate smile came upon her face followed by a playful growl. Suddenly the walls shook violently and a wail of pain echoed onto the now quiet battle. She stumbled toward the sound, finding herself in the middle of the demished fray. Damarus stood overtop the paladin, who was impaled onto a rather unlucky spot for a stalagmite, although she was certain luck wasn't involded at all.
"I am looking for a town, knight. I want directions, population, even troops stationed there. Obviously, you came from somewhere, so tell me, from where do you hail?" Damarus demanded from the paladin who responded by spitting in his face and muttering prayers.
Damarus' arms quickly shifted their form into blades and her severed the foot of the paladin as a small smile crept onto Angriel's face. With every body part lopped off, Angriel became more and more eroused with Damarus' strength. What a monster, she thought to herself breathing heavily witnessing Damarus' ruthlessness. Finally, the paladin broke and told Damarus of his origins. Angriel, both happy and sad at the conclusion; happy that they have a path set to a mortal town, sad that the entertainment had ended.
Damarus ordered the cultists to contact Namphiel and told the rest of the demons of his new plan: an attack on Thurzen. Angrield followed Damarus out of the cave which faces a lush sea of green vegetation.
"This will all be ours in time," Damarus said to the new world.
"Yes," she responded with a small, sharp moan, cracking her whip once more "It shall be."
Angriel had entered the room with the rest of her new demon campanions. As soon as she stepped in, the area bursted with battle. Cultists died as well as did the soldiers that fought them. Some of the demons banded together, in attempts to down a holy warrior, a Paladin, that stood at the back of the brawl. Within seconds, demons charge him only to back down, a dark mist was cast over him as well as a curse. The angel-demon summoned a spear of bone that shot the the soot filled air with a streak of blinding white light. The flames of Angriel's hair barely exposed the area in front of her face as she wandered through the blackness. She unraveled her whip and gave it a hard crack as its tip burst into flames. She continued wandering around the room, in circles for all she knew, cracking her whip every so often letting off a small plume of fire, lightening the area around her.
Angriel sat by, watching the male demons bicker with each other as children do. They taunted each other as well as Namphiel and his servents. Decision making seems to not be such a strong attribute among some of tmy new companions, she thought to herself. Namphiel had ordered them into another room, where his servent, Basoriel stood waiting for the rest of the demons to converge. Angriel walked over to the summoning alter with the others.
Damarus seemed to be a set and reliable leader, Angriel had no qualms with Namphiel's decision. Angriel would rather follow than lead, if it ever came down to it, so she had no qualms over Namphiel's decision. However, reasons that she knew not of obviously bent his decision of choosing Damarus; reasons that Angriel wished to uncover. As she had grown to learn, knowledge is power.
The sounds of chains echoed through the dimly lit corridor. Flickering light entered through the tall double wooden doors, followed with laughter.
"Let's go back to my room," a man's voice said through the doorway.
"Alright, lead the way, sweetie," a females voice replied.
The couple walked through the doorway and down the hall. The man, a simple mortal lead an obvious succubus to his room. The fire on Angriel's head was barely lit, but grew more intense as they approached the mortal's chambers. He opened the doors and removed his jacket throwing it onto a nearby chair. He loosened the tie around his neck and sat down on the chest at the foot of his bed. Angriel quickly surveyed the room before closing the door quietly behind her. The mortal motioned for her to come toward him and she did.
"Now where were we?" she spoke softly to him, entrancing him more.
"Right about here," he replied taking his shirt off and starting to unbuckle his pants.
Angriel's hair exploded into a pillar of fire as she drew her demonsteel sabre. She shoved it into the man's chest and let his body fall limp against hers. She grabbed his head, holding it against her breasts as she gave the blade a sharp, gruesome twist. Moans of pleasure whispered from her mouth while she ripped her sword from his chest. She licked the blood from her blade and let his body fall onto the bed. She sheathed her blade and bent over leaving a bloody kiss upon his cheek.
"I'm sure you would have been good too," she spoke to him, "But I have been hungering for so long, I could not-" she was cut off. A tugging sensastion pulled her back away from his corpse and through deminsions.
She appeared in the center of a grand hall, surrounded by a few other demons. Sitting at the front on his masterfully crafted throne was Namphiel.
"What?!" she shrieked looking around the hall, "How can you do this to me, Namphiel?! Can I not relish in the slaughter of my mortal lovers?!"
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"There is also the issue of the town guard, and the gatehouse. We need the town guard whittled down, by any means necessary, and the gatehouse to be sabotaged. It must not function properly when the time comes to close the gates," Damarus said catching her attention.
Mmm, she thought licking her lips, mortal minds to corrupt, sounds like me. "I'll see what I can do to the guard, Damarus," she declared, "However, I may need assistance with the gate, any takers?" she said seductively eyeing the group.
"I am looking for a town, knight. I want directions, population, even troops stationed there. Obviously, you came from somewhere, so tell me, from where do you hail?" Damarus demanded from the paladin who responded by spitting in his face and muttering prayers.
Damarus' arms quickly shifted their form into blades and her severed the foot of the paladin as a small smile crept onto Angriel's face. With every body part lopped off, Angriel became more and more eroused with Damarus' strength. What a monster, she thought to herself breathing heavily witnessing Damarus' ruthlessness. Finally, the paladin broke and told Damarus of his origins. Angriel, both happy and sad at the conclusion; happy that they have a path set to a mortal town, sad that the entertainment had ended.
Damarus ordered the cultists to contact Namphiel and told the rest of the demons of his new plan: an attack on Thurzen. Angrield followed Damarus out of the cave which faces a lush sea of green vegetation.
"This will all be ours in time," Damarus said to the new world.
"Yes," she responded with a small, sharp moan, cracking her whip once more "It shall be."
Damarus seemed to be a set and reliable leader, Angriel had no qualms with Namphiel's decision. Angriel would rather follow than lead, if it ever came down to it, so she had no qualms over Namphiel's decision. However, reasons that she knew not of obviously bent his decision of choosing Damarus; reasons that Angriel wished to uncover. As she had grown to learn, knowledge is power.
"Let's go back to my room," a man's voice said through the doorway.
"Alright, lead the way, sweetie," a females voice replied.
The couple walked through the doorway and down the hall. The man, a simple mortal lead an obvious succubus to his room. The fire on Angriel's head was barely lit, but grew more intense as they approached the mortal's chambers. He opened the doors and removed his jacket throwing it onto a nearby chair. He loosened the tie around his neck and sat down on the chest at the foot of his bed. Angriel quickly surveyed the room before closing the door quietly behind her. The mortal motioned for her to come toward him and she did.
"Now where were we?" she spoke softly to him, entrancing him more.
"Right about here," he replied taking his shirt off and starting to unbuckle his pants.
Angriel's hair exploded into a pillar of fire as she drew her demonsteel sabre. She shoved it into the man's chest and let his body fall limp against hers. She grabbed his head, holding it against her breasts as she gave the blade a sharp, gruesome twist. Moans of pleasure whispered from her mouth while she ripped her sword from his chest. She licked the blood from her blade and let his body fall onto the bed. She sheathed her blade and bent over leaving a bloody kiss upon his cheek.
"I'm sure you would have been good too," she spoke to him, "But I have been hungering for so long, I could not-" she was cut off. A tugging sensastion pulled her back away from his corpse and through deminsions.
She appeared in the center of a grand hall, surrounded by a few other demons. Sitting at the front on his masterfully crafted throne was Namphiel.
"What?!" she shrieked looking around the hall, "How can you do this to me, Namphiel?! Can I not relish in the slaughter of my mortal lovers?!"