Demie didn't come back for a full week. Kate was quite glad for the attention, though I was getting a bit tired of ass fucking. Gets your dick covered in shit, y'know? Had to shower every time.
Demie stood in the apartment entryway as the door closed behind her, arms crossed. She looked at me, still seeming pissed.
Knock knock!
Annoyed at the interruption, she turned and opened the door. She still looked human so she wouldn't freak out...
...the demon on the other side of the door! Another succubus by the look of her, red-haired, with the ubiquitous red skin, horns and tail. She wore a dark evening dress that framed her curvy body, old-style pumps on her feet, and a necklace of dark stones. She also seemed to radiate authority.
"Mother?" That was Demie.
"MOTHER?" That was me.
"Daughter..." the other succubus responded, pushing past her. She didn't look much older than Demie. She looked around my apartment, barely glancing at me, and sniffed, that brief sound oozing disappointment.
Demie had closed the door after making sure that no one else was in the hall. "What the Hell are you doing here?!"
The woman turned back and took hold of Demie's shoulders. "Why, daughter, I've come to see how well you've done for yourself here on Earth. I expected better. And you are?" She had turned to regard me, and I longed for those moments a few seconds ago when she had barely noticed me. Her gaze was intense!
"I'm...Tom," I said with difficulty.
"My master," Demie said as she disengaged and rushed over to me. "Master, may I please speak with you in the other room?"
Master? I let Demie pull me into the bedroom.
For the first time, she seemed...embarrassed?
She looked at me pleadingly. "You have to pretend I'm your slave, okay? If you don't, then she'll figure out the summoning spell went wrong and I'll be sent back to Hell." She then caught my thoughtful look. "Along with your soul, dummy!"
I stopped being thoughtful and nodded.
We stepped back into the living room. Demie's mother had sat down on the couch, but even there, her presence made it seem like she was still standing. "Welcome to Earth!" I said grandly. "Would you like a drink?" At the older demon's nod, I commanded, "Demie, fix your mother a vodka soda."
Demie gave me a squint, unseen by her mother, and then headed to the kitchen. I sat at the other end of the couch and smiled my best smile.
"What may I call you, my lady?"
She watched me appraisingly. I couldn't tell if that was good or not. "Eudora."
I frowned, momentarily dropping my airs in confusion. "Like the old email program?"
"The what? Oh, this world has changed so much since I was last here. What is email?"
I was about to explain when Demie came back with Eudora's drink. The older demon took a sip and nodded in appreciation.
Demie stood in front of the couch. "*How* are you even here, mother?"
Eudora took a longer gulp and then put the glass down on the coffee table. "Well, since you were already on Earth, I accepted the next summoning when it came."
Demie rounded on me. "You used the book again?!"
I looked at her. "I thought you had the book."
Both of us turned back to Eudora. "Who the fuck has the book?" we yelled.
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54 days ago...
Detective Aaron Bilson held his nose. Even though hours had gone by since the fire had gone out, the smell of burning flesh was still strong around the remains of the melted tent which had become a makeshift shroud for the homeless immolation victim.
"Aw fuck..." Bilson gagged. He went around the corner of the alley to hurl. As his stomach calmed, he noticed something stuck between two piles of wooden pallets. He reached down and plucked out...an old hardcover book?
He opened the tome. Lots of pages had been torn out, but the pages that remained...
His eyes widened. This...spell?...was why the perp had burned someone alive! He read it more closely. Power could be yours... Power? He liked the sound of that.
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