The succubus phase was over and I'd have to switch to incubus to finish the job. It's always easier to have a demon that can shape change do Spawning duty. There's a few succubi and incubi that can't shapechange, but the process of passing the seed between them is incredibly ugly and I won't bore you with the details. If you're really bad and end up in Hell, I'll give you a self-guided tour.
The convention was the best idea I'd had for a few hundred years: I'd spotted my next victim already and I didn't have to leave the hotel. She was cruising the exhibits the same time Greg was, ignoring the nerd disdainfully as she passed him by. Higher standards meant more effort in my part, but for my plan to work I needed someone with brains and her particular looks. I was lucky to find someone so perfectly suited for the role I wanted, and almost thanked Lady Luck for my good fortune. She was after my ass as well, and calling her attention to me would be a huge mistake.
The transformation was incredibly painful, since I became a handsome man in perfect physical shape with a dark goatee, wearing a grey turtleneck and dark slacks. My black hair was slicked back, and my blue eyes burned with flame. A blink, and I exited the rest room of the hotel bar, taking a stool at the end, and ordering a martini. I would have liked a beer, it's the only reason I ever want to come to earth, but my prey thought martini drinking was part of a true stallion's makeup, and so it was the shaken-not-stirred version of the popular mixed drink.
She was at the end of the bar, a little chubby, with dark hair and dark skin. Wearing a black, spaghetti strapped dress with deep cleavage, and a pentagram around her neck, she was a dead ringer for Miriam that Ace longed for so desperately. I'd read her mind and her eyes found me ten seconds after she came up to the bar. It wasn't easy to find a witch, but here she was. A sharp cookie, too bright, but someone who'd enjoy double crossing Satan if she could. I'd let her come close.
I looked away and scanned the bar full of people, and found her moving my direction, her large brown eyes drinking in my appearance. Damn, probably got her ideal looking man too right. Anyway, she came up with a question on her lips that I cut off abruptly in a cold voice: "Sylvia."
She shook her head and her smile dropped for a moment. "Yes?"
"Sylvia. I know you, and you know me. I have a proposition for you."
It took her aback, the directness and the ability to see through her. She enjoyed being in control and I'd already taken that away from her. Recovering herself quickly, she emulated my directness: "You're clairvoyant. You have the gift."
"So do you. I'm the man you've been looking for your whole life, and I have an offer for you. Help me, and I can reward you."
"Oh? Say more."
I took a sip from my drink and put it down, creating a space around us that was safe from eavesdropping. "Help me summon a creature from Hell, confine him to a magic circle and humiliate him. Do this, and you'll get a Wish of the first category, anything short of ruling the world."
She shook her head and took this in. "Anything I want except ruling the world? Why not ruling the world?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "It wouldn't be worth it. Think of all the hassle, all the time lost making decisions that people may or may not understand. Having everyone looking to you for everything, every moment of the day, no rest, no privacy, no end. And the crowning glory: all those mountains of paperwork. Do you think anybody could rule the world without paperwork?"
"Shit, sounds awful. All right, I'm fine with making a wish that isn't about ruling the world. What do I have to do?"
I sized her up and waited a moment before proceeding. "I'll teach you how to summon the creature from Hell. You know the theory, correct?"
"Correct. Studied the Rite, but never had the nerve to try it. Hellish beasts are too tricky, and it has to be perfect."
"I'll mentor you, you'll get it right. Then, you let me fuck you while he watches."
A gasp and a hand went to her throat. "Fuck me? Are you kidding? I don't work that side of the street. Not unless you're a double dicked demon."
Blinking, I adjusted my lower anatomy and put her hand in my crotch. "Any more questions?"
"Yes," she said, gasping and swallowing awkwardly. "Why do I have to let you fuck me, other than creating some Demonspawn?"
"It'll drive the jerk crazy, and I'll make it worth your while," Damn, I thought to myself, she's almost too smart. I didn't want to move on, but she looked so right for the part I couldn't stop. "You look just like a woman he's lusted after for centuries, a carbon copy, and watching someone who looks like her get fucked like crazy will be agony for him."
"Yes? Just to piss him off?"
"It's what we double dicked demons do for a living." I took a sip of my martini and grimaced, and silently struck the bartender with a week's impotence. "You get a major Wish for all this, and you don't have to use it right away. Take your time and word it exactly the way you want it, figure out all the ways we could cheat you in advance, and make it specific enough. I'll even give you a little friendly advice."