Malika was still clutching her umbrella tightly when Pugward hopped between the few spots on the floor unstained by demonic entrails toward the fallen sisters.
"How did you
do
that!?" She squeaked when she finally found her voice again.
"I told ya already!" He called back over his shoulder as he came to land beside Eluria, the unconscious former High Sorceress. "These silly bitches have been barkin' up the wrong tree for centuries. Demons don't like mortals who revel in evil. We got enough o' that where we're from." His long spidery fingers slipped into Eluria's long violet coloured hair and pulled her head up to let him see her face. "So when these idiots summoned up anythin' they were only gonna get the dregs o' the underworld like Tiny over there." He cocked his thumb over his shoulder toward Deckler's headless corpse.
Realising she was still unnecessarily holding the umbrella, Malika let down the canopy it offered and dropped it to her side before she gracefully followed Pugward's tracks toward where he was standing.
"But I've read all about the demons that have risen over the years. Some are said to have the ability to tear this world apart if they had ever been let loose." Malika looked down on the face of the former High Sorceress as Pugward peeled back one of the woman's eyelids to see that her eyes were now a glazed shade of green instead of their former crimson.
"Well judging from the fuckin' state of this lot I wouldn't be shocked if they'd made it all up. I mean think about it. Every time a chosen one of Lagria summons an infernal and gets eaten alive because her spellwork sucks monkey balls they'd have to emphasise on how powerful the demon was so the whole company didn't look bad." Pugward let Eluria's head fall back on the ground. It landed with a harsh thud against the hard stone beneath her.
"Is she dead?" Malika found that for the first time in her life she really wanted to cease someone's existence.
"Nope, just seriously fucked up. When I blew up her pet it cut her off from all that magic her brain's gotten used to over the years. It ain't a pretty experience for someone like you to lose all that in an instant. Brain shuts down whilst the body adjusts. She's alive tho', only way she'd die by Tiny getting killed would be if she tried ta kill 'im. Demonic contract stipulations and all that." Pugward walked around Eluria's body and with a grunt of effort he rolled her over onto her back.
"What should we do with her?" Malika asked, bending over slightly to see what exactly what the imp was up to.
"I don't give a shit. I was just checking out the merchandise! Look at these puppies!" His hands gestured out to each of Eluria's grapefruit sized breasts.
The clothing of the sorceress was minimal to say the least. After summoning a demon it was usually necessary for the sorceress to keep it interested in her. It greatly helped with the obedience of Deckler if Eluria kept much of herself on show. As such her breasts were barely covered. Two small silver crafted plates covered her nipples with a simple thin length of silver connecting the two behind her back to hold them in place. Likewise a matching silver thong was the only thing covering her lower half. A sorceress would only wear footwear if they were to leave the temple and Eluria's thick fur cloak had fallen open around her when she had collapsed.
Without that cruel look on her face the former high sorceress was quite alluring, not what one would call beautiful but definitely sexy. Her full lips were painted black and her eyelids flushed with dark powder. The violet hair that framed her ghostly pale face was wild and dishevelled after Pugward's handling of her.
"You mind if I keep her boss?" Pugward asked, looking up to Malika for approval.
"I-I don't..." The request from the imp had surprised her. She'd never been able to choose what she had for dinner before let alone the fate of her former mistress.
"Pleease? I'll feed her and take her for walks and everythin'." The little imp was grinning and batting his eyelids in a way that might have been cute if it weren't for his gravely smoker's voice and the fact that he was a little bit hideous.
"I don't know Pugward. If she awakens she will do all in her power to kill us both." Malika's voice was somewhat grave.
"Oh that's no problem, I'll just put her brain in the 'ol demonic microwave an' she'll be as good as gold. Promise!" The imp's gravely voice turned downright menacing and he crawled up between Eluria's curvy breasts to reach up and place his hands on either side of her temples.
Malika watched the little imp as he lifted his head to look at her for approval. She didn't know what a microwave was but it certainly didn't sound like something she wanted to have her brain placed inside. The desire for retribution was strong however. Eluria had been ready to rip her spirit to shreds and to use her as a dead eyed slave for the rest of her life, a fate worse than death to be sure. What's more she wasn't entirely sure she had Pugward's loyalty or his submission. All other demons only existed to follow and lust after their summoner but Pugward seemed to have an agenda of his own. Then again Pugward was a very strange demon.
After a few moments contemplation on the matter Malika gave him a nod in the affirmative.
"Alright! Set phasers to scramble!" Gleefully he lifted his head and closed his eyes. His long fingers pressed against the sides of Eluria's head. Thick black veins appeared beneath her pale skin along her hairline as if the imp was injecting some dark liquid into her mind. Quite without warning the woman's eyes suddenly opened wide and her mouth snapped open. Malika caught a glimpse of the light of the imp's green fire radiating from deep in the woman's throat and behind her eyes turning the dull green shade of her gaze the colour of bright emeralds. After a while the light faded and Eluria's eyes once again fell shut as she passed into unconsciousness.
Malika looked at the woman for any signs of change, the black veins beneath her skin around her brow and temples had vanished. Though as Malika drew her eyes over the rest of Eluria's body she was surprised to see that the tiny sliver of silver that wrapped around her back and over her breasts was now pulled far more tightly over the soft tit flesh. It seemed the former sorceresses breasts had grown at least two inches further out from her chest. Indeed the rather enormous proportions were almost as generous as Malika's own.
"I don't understand Pugward, why would you want her breasts enlarged?" The woman asked, blissfully unaware of the benefits a sizable chest had out in the big wide world.
Pugward turned around to hop up and sit down on the squishy flesh of Eluria's boobs. At first he seemed a little uncomfortable and reached beneath his seat before pulling the small silver plate that covered Eluria's nipple out from under his ass. Wiggling his scrawny butt to get comfortable for a few moments, he finally looked back up to Malika with a smirk.
"You got a lot to learn about the big 'ol world kiddo. What's your name anyhow?" Now that all the sorceresses were defeated Pugward now was as good a time as any to get to know his new boss.
"I am not a child and my name is Malika." She replied somewhat tartly.
