Amatra felt the familiar, yet almost forgotten feeling that came from a summoner's call. It had been ages since she last tasted the mortal realm, and the opportunity intrigued so much that she gladly took it without even bothering to feel who had made the call.
Amatra was a devil made out of pure, unfiltered lust. While others of her kin tempted mortals with the promise of absolute power or countless riches, she offered them something far more simple: the addictive pleasure of the flesh. She was a succubus, as they were colloquially known in the mortal planes, trough and trough.
As she emerged from the frontier between realms, her lustful essence condensed down into a fitting form made out of flesh and blood. The swirling smoke clung to her curvaceous presence, until they seemingly became part of her.
Taking a step forwards, the succubus stretched, arching her back and pushing out and showing off her sizeable chest to flaunt the appearance she had donned for the occasion. She stood up around two meters tall, easily a head taller than the smiling blonde woman that looked up to her expectantly.
Amatra's body was a masterpiece, naturally sculpted to tempt mortals with every inch of her exposed body. Dark skin and her crimson hair shimmered like polished obsidian and shimmering flames, faint glowing runes tracing patterns over alongside her crotch and chest, simulating a smidge of decency.
Long and shapely legs ended in clawed feet. At the end of her talon one curved sharply, pushing her slightly upwards; natural stilettos that gave the impression of perpetually standing on high heels, giving her every step a sultry sway.
The body of the succubus looked like something sketched right out of a painter's deepest dream, the untenable masterpiece that would always stay just out of their grasping hands. With crimson eyes that glowed red like hellfire, the demoness' full lips curved into a teasing smile as she appraised her summoner.
Unlike her, her summoner was...well, the kindest word she would use to describe her would be plain.
The woman was shorter with a modest figure hidden beneath some simple white robes, her features unremarkable compared to the succubus' unreachable beauty. There was no flair to her, except for a meager glint of a collar around her neck, the rest hidden underneath the boring clothes.
Succubi like Amatra had the innate ability to sense the desires of those around them. This, in turn, would shape the demons, both in body and mind, to fit these desires once a contract had been sealed.
Of course, most people didn't have a super specific vision of what they wanted. They mostly were vague collections of fantasies: I want you to have massive boobs. Flirty women are great. I love redheads. Step on me demon mommy. Things along those lines.
What Amatra sensed from this woman was as dull and uninspired as the summoner herself. Just a redhead? Really? she thought, her fiery hair flaring brighter, like an anglerfish's lure lighting up.
Then the demon took a look at the room around her. She made sure to look for any telltale signs of the Sister of Grace. Even for the habitants of the deepest levels of the hells such as herself, those pesky demon huntresses presented a danger. But the room appeared clear.
Amatra chuckled, a low velvety sound. "Such a sweet little thing," she taunted, trying to get closer and being stopped by the summoning circle on the ground. Her gaze lingered on the mortal for a moment longer before checking down the runes on the wooden floor around her.
They were competently made, strong enough to contain her body but not potent enough to bind her will. She might not be able to touch her summoner yet, but she could form a contract with her wits alone.
"Oooooh, I haven't seen markings like these yet!" The excited voice of the plain woman snapped the scheming demon out of her thoughts. "Do they work as tattoos, carvings, are these parts of your body?" She asked straightforwardly. Without missing a beat she took out a small notepad out of the front pocket of her robe and began writing something down. "Such a refined shape, you must be a demon of a higher-order, am I correct?"
"Would it hurt you to at least introduce yourself, dear?" Amatra's eyes opened slightly, feeling herself on the back foot after being barraged with so many questions by the woman. She shook her head, taking a second to recompose herself. "But yes, I sit atop my sisters in hierarchy." The demon crossed her arms under her boobs, lifting them up slightly. "So you should be honoured that I, Amatra, have accepted your call."
"Fascinating." The woman mumbled under her breath, making another few annotations and quick sketches of the runes etched on Amatra's body. "Oh, sorry. I'm Maxima," she added absentmindedly, her eyes never leaving her notebook.
Amatra's lip slightly twitched in irritation. "Did you summon me just to admire my beauty, Maxima?" The succubus stretched out, purring out her question while striking a pose to show all of herself. "Or did you have more entertaining plans for little old me?"
"Oh, I have plans," Maxima replied without missing a beat. "But before we establish our contract, may I ask something? What's the purpose of taking someone's soul in these deals? Do you consume them? Or is it for pleasure? Oh! Do souls have a flavor?"
