This is in the same series as other stories featuring my Lilith character.
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It was another drab day in Hell. The snow pelted hard on the castle walls, the wind billowed loudly past the windows and the screams of the damned were extra-irritating. Pinch was looking all over for her employer, Queen Lilith, as she was not in the throne room. Quite odd considering it was already noon though she probably just had a late night's fornication the previous evening and was too tired and hungover to get up. Pinch found herself at the door of Lilith's chambers and could hear sobbing from within. Concerned, Pinch slowly opened up with all of her minuscule strength to see the queen crying into a pillow on her bed.
"Boss? You feeling alright?" The little imp asked, working her way closer.
"Pinch! It's terrible!" Lilith wailed.
"What do you mean!? Did somebody die!?" A distressed Pinch flew around in circles. "Was it Lord Belial!? I knew he was getting a bit on in years but this is just so sudden!"
"No...It's worse." Lilith picked herself up from the mattress. "The colleges are on break and my daughter is coming back home to stay in the meantime."
"Princess Lilim?" Pinch calmed down and floated down in front of Lilith. "...I don't see what the big deal is, Boss."
"Oh, that's right, you weren't working here last year."
"I think you mentioned her being a bit of a ditz once."
"That's putting it nicely." Lilith sat on the bedside. "She though Antarctica was a distant relative. Gets it from her father no doubt."
"Wow, that does sound pretty dumb."
"Not only that, but she threw parties and invited every single bloody student in the Ninth Circle to come round...every night! Just because the palace was the biggest place available. Why does Satan never let her stay with him? Good-for-nothing beatnik..." Lilith put a palm to her eyes. "I swear I never got a bloody wink of sleep last summer!"
"Was that because of the party or because of all the young college studs you seduced to go to bed with you?" Pinch quipped.
"Hmm...that reminds me. She just phoned up this morning saying she got a new boyfriend from the Seventh Circle. Part of a foreign exchange program or something."
"I've heard rumours that Seventh Circlers are rowdy and barbaric even during the rare instances they are sober. Sounds scary if you want my opinion."
"I've made a few business trips there myself. You're completely right however they are also incredibly hunky. You know what that means?"
"Seduction time?"
"Very good, Pinch! You get a gold star." Lilith put a sticker on Pinch's chest.
"...Do you always carry those about?"
Lilith, Pinch and a handful of castle guards stood around the entrance hallway at the specified time of Lilim's arrival. Fifteen minutes passed slowly before the great doors opened wide and in came two heavily clothed figures, no doubt to protect them from the horrible weather the Ninth Circle was infamous for, each carrying heavy luggage which was thrown to the floor. The first of the two unzipped the big furry parka that was covering them up and let it drop to the floor to reveal the young Princess Lilim.
"Hi, Mom!" Lilim spoke in a loud, obnoxious American accent, probably picked up from hanging out with her trendy college friends. The resemblance to Lilith was uncanny, looking just like a younger version of her mother. She was quite a bit shorter and slimmer than Lilith, without as many curves or with breasts quite as large. Her snow-white hair was wavier than the Queen's and her skin was pink in tone. Her two horns pointed straight up rather than curled around like her mother's though they shared the same yellow irises. Clothes-wise, she was wearing something slightly more modest than Lilith's wardrobe: A low cut top featuring the popular Eighth Circle hip-hop artist, Q-Bus, and tight fitting jeans with a hole in the back to allow her grey, diamond tipped tail to swing behind freely. Lilim jumped into her mother's arms, embracing around her torso with her head in her bosom. "I missed you sooo much!"
"Yes, hello, Lily." Lilith gave a half-arsed hug back to her daughter before she was freed from her grasp, able to smell a cheap fragrance coming from her.
"Your highness." The guards said in unison as they all genuflected towards Lilim.
"Welcome home, Princess." Pinch curtseyed in mid-air.
"Omigosh! So cute!" Lilim hugged the tiny imp tightly, choking the poor thing.
"Ack! Boss! Help!" Pinch flailed abut.
"Alright, Lily, enough of that. I'm the only one who gets to abuse Pinch." Lilith separated the two like a referee in a boxing match separating clinching opponents.
"Oh, so you're mom's new secretary? Can I just say, you are literally the most adorable thing ever? Can I take a picture?" Before Pinch could answer, Lilim stood next to the subordinate with both their heads in the frame, taking a quick selfie with the latest smart phone model and already uploading it to every social media there is. "Oh, I almost forgot!" The other person who had accompanied Lilim had dressed out of his winter gear during the princess' shenanigans. A tall, muscular, blue-skinned devil with a single spike protruding from his forehead. His jawline was strong, his figure was imposing and his eyes burned red behind a pair of rectangular lenses.
"Aren't you going to introduce yourself, babe?" Lilim asked
"Hey...I'm Cain..." The blue demon boy mumbled, cracking an awkward smile. "It's an honour to be allowed to stay in the palace of Queen Lilith." Lilith was expecting a vicious savage wearing a loin cloth and carrying an iron club, making a bee line for the wine cellar but instead she was pleasantly surprised to meet this polite and smartly dressed young man.
"Oh, stop! You're too kind!" The Queen laughed. "Just 'Lilith' will do...or 'Queenie'...or 'Big Mama.'" Lilith gave a sultry wink.
"Uh, okay...Lilith..." Cain Gulped.
"Come on, babe! I just gotta show you the pool!" Lilim tugged on her boyfriend's arm to give him a tour of her not-so-humble abode.
"Have fun you two!" Lilith smiled as they left the room, wiggling her claws goodbye before indicating the soldiers to take their bags away.
Lilith returned to her throne room, sitting her large, royal arse back down on her favourite chair and crossed her legs.
"Well, he was pretty cute." Pinch said, sitting down on the Queen's shoulder.
"Yes, but I get the feeling he is going to be a tough nut to crack." Lilith groaned.
"He does seem pretty loyal to the Princess." Pinch kicked her legs over the side. "Are you really going to steal your own daughters boyfriend?"
"Of course! He deserves better than that little tart." Lilith flicked the imp off, making Pinch squeak. "I may not be as young and nubile as her anymore but I more than make up for that in experience."
"I suppose it was a stupid question to ask at this point." Pinched rubbed her sore behind.
"You're not as mad as you usually are, Pinch. Is something the matter?" Lilith asked her assistant with false care.
"Ya know, compared to your recent debaucheries, this one seems pretty tame." Pinch landed herself on one of the arms of the throne. "What ever happened to those nuns from a while back anyway?"
"I just put them in charge of cleaning the dungeons. They have gone clinically insane after all. Don't want them to give them anything too complicated for their poor, puny, broken minds. Of course, they also double as being cum-dumpsters for the various inmates I have locked down there when they're not using the handles of their mops to get one another off."
"Excuse me..." Pinch feebly fluttered away in the general direction of the bathroom. "...I think I'm going to be sick..."
A couple of days passed by and news spread about the surrounding area to the castle that Princess Lilim had returned home from her studies abroad with haste and, much to Lilith's chagrin, a house party was swiftly planned, organised and held at the castle. A swarm of young demonic students flooded into the castle one night, Lilith doubted if Lily actually knew all of them. Annoying club music was booming through the hallways as the 20-something-year-olds bounced up and down with their plastic cups filled with cheap corner-shop beer. Lilith was in her dressing room, going through all her old clothes for something that would help her blend in with the hip young crowd.
"You're really going through with this, aren't ya?" Pinch said, sitting on the edge of a stool.
"Look, are you going to help or are you just going to sit there and criticise me?" Lilith said, busy in the depths of her wardrobe.
"It's never gonna work...why can't you just use a sex beam or something? It'll be less embarrassing."
"Oh, come now, Pinch, you should know by now that I live for these kind of things. There's no fun without a little bit of challenge. Ah, found it!" Lilith exclaimed and stepped out of the closet after a short while. She was wearing a colourfully tie-dyed t-shirt tucked into a pair of flared jeans hitched up to her navel that partially hid a gaudy pair of white platform sandals with a native American style headband around her cranium and tucked just underneath her horns. "What do you think?"
"Pffft!" Pinch cracked up, guffawing like a crazy person upon seeing Lilith's retro look. "Where's the disco being held at?"
"Oi! I used to wear these all the time back in my day." Lilith made her way to the door.
