Scotts apartment had been quiet as a tomb for almost a week, the furniture clean, the surfaces spotless, the refrigerator humming quietly as it kept his meager selection of food cold and somewhat fresh. A small pile of mail had accumulated at his black painted door and his cell phone, still charging on the small table beside his couch showed eleven voice messages awaiting his attention. One second all was still, like peace and quiet physically manifested in the space, the next it was violently shattered by otherworldly energies as purple lightning slowly spread in a line in midair, like the pulling of a zipper. The single bolt of this energy split in two and parted as soon as it reached the floor. The dark void of the hells shown through as the bolts, sides of the portal, were pulled aside into then rough shape of a doorway.
Azonath blinked away the spots in his vision after he walked through the portal returning to his apartment, he didn’t remember the light being so bright, Evelynn helped Tabrith as she stumbled into the mortal world, the low born demoness had never been there before, passing up chances to go and feed in favor of trying to advance herself in the hells, it hadn’t worked out. Scott could feel the ladies passion as they kissed, Evelyn passing along what the other needed to know about the mortal plane.
He turned to see the builder demon holding the other side of the portal open, once his group was through the demon nodded and the portal was pulled shut. Azonath, Scott once again, looked around his home. He remembered the fight just before he met his mother, Eve and the two big demons clashing, his apartment door closing exploding and his furniture breaking a dozen times over in the ensuing fight. None of that actually happened, one of the demons made an exact replica of his place and slipped that over his actual home like some dimensional skin, anything could’ve happened there and his place in the real world wouldn’t be effected, his neighbors wouldn’t have even heard the clash of talons, muscular demonic bodies, or Eve howling her pleasure as Scott proved his demonic superiority to the pair of lesser minions.
He felt a tug on his power, Evelyn almost begging for a small bit to help her new sister thrall assume a more mortal form, as simple as breathing out he gave it. Scott effortlessly assumed his glamor, his fake robes fading to leave him naked as his body shrunk , his second set of arms, wings, and his tail receding into his body leaving him with just one set of each, he tailored his shape to be slightly taller at 6’6” and bulked up like he’d been hitting the gym nonstop, looking like a mister universe contestant. Between his legs he left his cock at a soft twelve inches. He watched Evelyn slip into her glamour, once again she appeared the model bimbo, long blonde hair, GG cup tits, narrow waist, and wide hips with an ass that begged to be fucked hard. Tabrith, or Tabitha here, took a similar body type, where her tits and add were smaller her body was far more muscular. Her features were sharp, her arms and legs thick and firm, her abs were an eight pack cut so deep that you could lose a finger between them. Tabitha’s hair was cut very short and black and pitch.
Scott figured everyone was safe in his apartment for now but they’d need to leave at some point. He and Eve could create clothes for their glamours but Tabitha wasn’t a Succub, she was a Reaper and they didn’t have that power. Succub’s hunted mortals by mixing in with the crowd, blending in and seducing their victims. Reapers excelled at hiding in an environment to stalk and ambush their prey, a Succub fed slowly during the seduction leading up to the big meal. A Reaper fed all at once after “priming” or preparing the feast, the work that went in and their own anticipation made it worth it. She’d need clothing. Scott moved to his closet to try and find something Tabitha could use. He was confident he still had some of his ex’s clothes, he quickly found a full outfit, shirt, pants, lingerie, even a worn pair of sandals she’d left at his place.
Back in the living room Scott found his girls still entangled in an energetic make out session, their kissing, moaning, and groping crossing the line far beyond what was necessary for transferring information and now into full on foreplay. He cleared his throat a couple of times and failed to get their attention, though Tabitha did send a glance in his direction. Scott sighed, he knew what he has to do, still naked he strode across the room and pushed himself into the oral twosome, no one objected his intrusion, only when he pulled Eves head back by the hair did she whine, Tabitha leaned back in her own. Scott nodded to the small pile of clothes he held in one hand and instructed her to put them on.
“Jesus your ex was a fucking stick.” Eve observed watching Tabitha struggle to get the jean shorts passed her hips, the lingerie panties and bra were far too small for the demonesses proportions, those happily trashed, left just the shirt and pants. The plain white t-shirt had to be adjusted, a small tear down the back gave the front enough room to house her huge firm tits and a rip up either side of the shorts helped with her generous hips. The shirt was unnecessarily ripped around her middle showing off her hard cut abs, Eve insisted it helped with the fit. In truth Scott’s ex Andrea had a great body, fit, full in all the right places, and practically blemish free, she was a lot of fun and they had a great sex life before things went south. They’d been open with each other about their likes and dislikes, what they did and didn’t find attractive about each other, they both made efforts to meet the other’s preferences, Scott thought this meant she was in it for the long haul, then she found some who checked off more of her boxes than he did and that was it. It was a little over a week ago by now, literally the day before he met Evelyn and turned into this demon lord thing. Still, Andrea’s body while stunning, couldn’t compare to the effortlessly unnatural proportions of a demoness in disguise. With Tabitha dressed and complaining about how uncomfortable the flip flops were on her feet, they were almost ready. Scott magicked himself into form fitting slacks and a nearly skin tight blue polo, Evelyn pulled tue shadows of the room around her into light colored daisy dukes and a tight white t-shirt that fought for its life, the words ‘Personal sextoy’ stretched across her chest in bold lettering.
Scott walked through the city with his ladies on either side of him. They turned heads everywhere they went, Tabitha had a hundred questions about the mortal world, Eve was happy to answer everything, usually accompanied by graphic details of her sexual exploits involving the places they passed and things they saw, after a few comments by pedestrians when they thought Scott couldn’t hear them, he made the girls talk over their mental link. They weren’t walking around aimlessly, Scott had work to do and he was on a timer. After discussing it with his mother, Scott learned he needed to master his powers, that meant knowing what he could do and practicing. Eve had a Mindtaker friend who was staying in the higher class end of town and hunting at a much nicer club, she explained with Scott’s royal lineage it wouldn’t be hard to get in.
On their way they stopped at a few boutiques to get Tabitha some form fitting clothes. Eve, of course, helped her find outfits that covered her and still left very little to the imagination. Scott was warned to stay out of it as the girls basically ransacked the stores. They eventually settled on black yoga pants that fit like a second skin, including encompassing the individual cheeks of her ass and a white tank top that was more a sports bra with how it only, and barely, covered her tits, for today. She decided against underwear as “a hunter has to be ready at all times” or so she said. Scott was allowed to pick Tabitha’s shoes. Eve regretted it when Tabitha liked the sneakers despite Eve’s insistence heels were better. The ladies had a few bags each loaded with skimpy and suggestive clothing for several occasions, Scott left the stores broke, thankfully demons traded favors or simply overpowered each other tabs take what they wanted.
All dressed, Scott and group found the club. Theresa building was a good hundred or so floors tall, white stone with gold highlights all the way up to the top. From the ground, the top three floors were like a golden crown. The building was a fancy hotel with its bottom floors a popular high end night club. According to Eve, the club had a basement Scott would have to see to believe. The club entrance was through a large lobby. A huge bouncer dressed in a fine black suit stood guard, Evelyn strutted up to him and Scott saw a pink flash in the man’s pupils before he stepped aside and gestured down the stairs to the waiting club below. “Welcome.” the man grumbled. Eve give Scott a mischievous grin and half walked half pulled him down the stairs.
“What was that?” Tabitha asked.
“Kind of an instant seduction, only works on mortals, takes practice and it takes a lot of power to pull off, thankfully our master gives me plenty and I can always fuck him to recharge.” Scott understood the ability instantly, it was among the massive amount of information taught to him while his mother had her way with Eve. The club spanned the entire floor, circular booths and side tables, the center was an flat and open dance floor. The ceiling was all mirrored, the space was only broken up by the structural support pillars but even they were decorated with accent lighting and mirrors. Eve have a good look around but couldn’t find her friend on the main floor. “Maybe she’s downstairs.” She offered. Beside a beautiful wood and gold plated bar stood two about sets of stairs. One up and one down. Eve lead him to the lower set of stairs.
“What’s up there?” He asked nodding to the stairs going up.
“Not for us, Angels and their kind only.” She winked and opened the lower door. Through it Scott found a perfect replica of the above club. Something about the air of the place caught his attention. Before he could ask about it a man in a striped suit strode up to him, arms wide and with a grin on his face. It was easy to see that beneath the likely expensive suit was a well built man, fit and muscular, lacking the bulk Scott had adopted since his awakening. He had a full head of wavy and styled jet black hair and his piercing blue eyes could either entrance you or make you feel like he was looking into your soul.
“Ah! I was wondering if you’d visit our fine establishment! Be welcome oh new and very powerful one!” He gestured around himself and made a show of bowing. Scott suddenly had a lot of questions. “If I may make a dangerous assumption?” The man started after quickly straightening up. “You’re wondering who I am, what is this place and…what’s that curious feeling in the air? Right?” The man gave another bow and gestured to an open booth. “Please sit, allow me to amuse, entertain, and of course answer any and all questions you may have.” With a cartoonish flourish the guy was halfway to the booth, one arm outstretched like he was holding on to Scott from the distance.
-Eve?-
-I think he’s the owner, I’ve never met him or seen him but I’ve heard all sorts of stories, he’s a Broker, not overly powerful but he lives on the mortal plane full time so he’s got tricks by the truckload.- Informed as best he could be Scott lead his ladies to the booth. Once seated the newcomer flourished himself to stand before the table and bowed again.
“Let me started with an introduction. My name is Azeketh’mir or Archibald up here, but I prefer people call me Archie for short. Proprietor of this fine establishment serving the three realms for all time.” He bowed again, taking his hat from his head and bringing it to his chest. When did he get a hat? “I’ll just address your wonderings in order shall I? This club is a safe space for mortals and immortals alike, built for the express purpose of providing a place for citizens of the higher and lower realms to…well…feed. In whatever manner they prefer. Next that feeling you have that’s different from the main floor, this floor is strictly demons only, everyone here is one of us. Now for the yet unspoken question of how I know you, I know people my dear new lord, I’d heard an archdemon awoke at that raggedy motel across town, but not just an archdemon, the spawn of Zoxna herself, oh I couldn’t tell you what favors I’d grant just for a chance to bed that one!”
“Stop please.” Scott half said half barked in annoyance before the owner could speak again. He knew from the girls that the ‘Mir’ at the end of his name was a designation, effectively meaning he was masterless, without a more powerful patron. Some preferred that life but it made you vulnerable for more powerful demons to just come along and take advantage of you or force you into submission. This Azeketh, Archie, didn’t want to owe allegiance to anyone beside himself, Scott could appreciate that but he had a lot on his mind already and behind ‘handled’ by some disguised demon barkeep wasn’t going to distract him. “This is all going very fast. It’s nice to meet you but honestly I have things I need to do…”
“Like learn about yourself, master your abilities, and establish a base of power before you’re stuck in the hells for all eternity, perhaps?”
“Kind of.” That was exactly it.
“It’s an easy guess and you, my powerful and unknowingly august new friend, are welcome to take advantage of my oh so humble establishment, while you do all these things.” Again this Archie bowed with a smile and a flourish. Did he just offer Scott his club as a base of operations until his work was done? He knew nothing was free, on any plane.
“What’s the catch?” He asked, concentrating his focus on Archie, peering into the surface thoughts of his mind and peeling back reality until he could see the glow of the man’s soul surrounding him like an aura.
“Oh no catch my lord.” It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the whole truth.
“You want something in trade.”
“Nothing that would cost you.” He slipped into the booth beside Eve, who leaned against Scott protectively, Tabitha adjusted herself like she was getting ready to pounce across the table, he could feel the mental conversation between the girls, was this man a threat, how would they react if he was, and who got to rip what pieces off him. Scott, still focused on Archie, sent a calming thought to his thralls, he didn’t need them starting a fight…yet. Archie was leaning in as he spoke again. “The full truth is, I’ve had some rather powerful demons and angels trying to take over my impressive little club and my truly impressive person recently. Your presence here would seem like I’m entertaining a possible patron and anyone else would be bound by our laws to stay out of it and not meddle in my operations. Basically, you being here gets everyone else to leave me alone for a while, and I prefer to be left alone.” He explained then gave Eve a mischievous look. “Of course I wouldn’t mind it if you bothered me.” He said with a grin. Eve hissed a threat and pressed herself against Scott’s more muscular form. Archie leaned back laughing. His laughter died when Tabitha wrapped a hand around his neck, her fingernails digging into his skin, and hissed into his ear. Even Scott missed how she’d gotten behind him.
-Calm down ladies. He could be useful. Let him get up from the booth.- Scott instructed, Tabitha moved slowly, making sure the club owner knew she was ready to strike if he so much as looked at her wrong. Scott could feel the grin on Eve’s face, he thought he could see it reflected in the surprised eyes of Archie. “I apologize, my girls seem to be protective of me.”
“Well I’m sure they will come to understand their master wouldn’t need protection in my establishment.” He said nervously, part of Scott enjoyed seeing him squirm. Tabitha kept her predators eyes on him as he stood and straightened his suit. “Now, allow me the honor of serving your needs oh new and great one.”
Scott explained he needed a demon who could tell him what exactly he was, he understood Mindtakers could do that to some extent. Archie lit up and smiled. “It would happen Brokers are far more better suited to such a task, our abilities give us access to a sample of everything a demon can do, it’s from this sampling we choose what we’d like to trade for or take as payment for services rendered. I would be honored to help you with this, and I promise I wouldn’t take anything, merely a ‘peak under the hood’ if you understand the phrase.” If Scott could find out what he was now instead of waiting for Eve’s friend, that sounded good to him. He instructed Eve to switch places with Archibald. Scotts shirt turned to mist as disappeared, leaving his bulky muscular torso exposed. The broker nervously placed his palm against Scott’s chest and closed his eyes. Scott could sense the mans power, pressing into him, probing around, exploring his true form.
He was part Succub of course from his mother, Broker from his father, the Builder he knew, Mindtaker was suspected by Eve and confirmed. He also had elements of Haunter, Seer, and Wisp. Scott thought that was it but he felt Archie push his power deeper, the man cocked his head to the side as if listening to or for something, his closed eyes squinted before the man jumped back like he’d been thrown by an unseen force. He bounced of the table and landed on the floor beyond. Everyone moved to see as he scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide in shock. He was breathing hard and his skin had turned brown as he momentarily lost control of his glamour. It took a minute before he regained his composer.
“That shouldn’t be possible…” he said.
“What?” All three of them asked.
“You have Succub, Broker, Builder, Mindtaker, Haunter, Seer, Wisp…” His voice trailed off like he was almost afraid to keep going. “And I saw Angelus.” Eve and Tabitha’s eyes instantly moved to Scott, he felt shock, amazement, wonder, and some kind of primal fear he couldn’t understand.
“I never felt that when he opened himself to me when I submitted to him.” Eve said.
“I didn’t either.” Tabitha added. Tabitha moved aside at Archie’s urging and he sat down.
“You wouldn’t, my understanding of the Thrall bonding is you’d never know unless he made it obvious.” The conversation devolved into hushed questions and answers, none of which Scott immediately understood.
“Hang on.” He commanded. “What is this Angelus?” Without prompting Eve and Tabitha pushed the information into Scott’s head, he’d been briefly aware of it, like seeing a books table of contents and not yet turning to that page, but neither of his thralls expected it to be of any importance unless it came up. Their memories gave context to Archie’s explanation.
“Angelus is, simply, fallen angels that were too strong to become demons. What we know as demons and angels now used to be one race, the Divinatis, you know the story of Lucifer breaking from god and taking some angels with him? Well a full half of the Divinatis followed him including some very powerful and high ranked angels. After being exiled to the hells most of the Divinatis became Demons, most of the the highest ranked angels became the first archdemons, and the most powerful, not necessarily the highest, angels became dark versions of themselves.” He explained.
Scott was shown a memory from Eve, she was in a cave, he knew it was one of the Succub dens that dotted his mothers realm, she was perhaps a hundred years younger than she was now, with that age it was clear she’d gotten more curvaceous since this memory. She was one of two dozen Succub, all naked and kneeling in a circle, occasionally one of these demons or Eve herself would shake and scream in orgasm, their hands between their legs and their eyes all locked on the center of their circle. Inside the circle ,on her hands and knees, was a Succub with bright red skin, her tits were so big they’d flattened against the ground, her silver hair had fallen over her head and was so thick and so he couldn’t see her face beneath it. Her exaggerated hourglass shape narrowed at the waist and flared wide again at her hips and huge firm ass. She was screaming with a powerful and unending orgasm, the power of if flowed outward to the watching demons around her.
A pair of massive hands gripped the womans hips, thick fingers digging into the flesh as thick muscular arms flexed and pulled the demoness back as a wall of muscle and power slammed against it. Behind this Succub knelt a man of intimidating build and terrifying sexual power. He stood ten feet tall, skin like black marble, with broad shoulders, fat slab like pecs, a dozen thick brick like abs, his arms and legs were impossibly thick, they tightened and rolled as he flexed with each thrust of his cock, the appendage brutalizing the screaming and cumming Succub stood four feet long and thicker than one of his thighs.
He was covered in sweat from bald head to toe, a pair of wings of midnight dark feathers stretched outward from his back. His face was twisted in an angry snarl, his thrusts looking like he was trying to bludgeon his lover to death from the inside. He knew from Eve’s experience this Succub was in an incredible amount of pain and also indescribable pleasure. This was Angelus, an Angel, a Dark Angel specifically, this was what inside Scott. From the memory he knew Eve was watching a breeding, the Succub in question was one of her many den mothers, older and more matronly Succub’s that together care for a den of hundreds. This one was trading the seed of a dark Angel in exchange for her service, after giving birth she’d go and be this angels personal sex toy for a thousand years, it was supposed to be an incredible honor among denizens of the hells. Memory Eve’s body shuddered as she came hard and the vision faded in Scott’s mind.
“Angelus bloodlines are incredibly rare even among Archdemons. Dark angels keep to themselves and only show up when they want to add a fucktoy to their collection, but a lot of them stick to fucking their own kind, they don’t have to hold back that way.”
“What do you mean, ‘hold back’”?
“Dark Angels still have some of the original Divinatis power, you might call it ‘holy’, if that was actually a thing. What it actually is, is the power of universe and its realms itself in its rawest form. In the heavens it’s pure, positive, everything’s all bright lights and sunshine and rainbows up there. In the hells though it’s dark, negative, the opposite, that power mixed with that darkness and became what we know now as our demonic powers. A dark Angels power is pure and uncorrupted by the darkness of the hells, they managed to corrupt themselves but somehow not their power, it’s dangerous and possibly deadly to demons.” Archie explained. Scott understood from Eve’s memory that den mother was risking her life to give birth to a dark angels kids and if she lived she’d prove herself resilient enough to be his fucktoy.
Scott leaned back in the booth, this added another layer to his issues, he could figure out the various demon powers but now he had to find an Angel when these dark angels were notorious for keeping to themselves, how was he supposed to figure that out? He took a deep breath, first things first, he knew he could start with his demonic powers. Before he left his mother explained he needed to master his powers, she told him he could acquire thralls of each and they would help him, what was up first? Eve’s friend here was supposed to be a Mindtaker, he could take her. He sent the idea to Eve who grinned loving it.
“I think I’ll figure this Angel thing out later, I need demons with the powers I have, I need to take them as thralls, overpower or seduce.”
“Preferably overpower by fucking their brains out!” Eve added almost bouncing in her seat. “We were meeting a friend of mine, Scurra, mortal name Sandra, a Mindtaker. Is she still here?” She asked turning to Archie. The host demon smiled.
“I think I remember a Mindtaker by those names.” He spun to his feet out of the booth and bowed low. “It’s an honor to serve.”