Lucien jerked upright, eyes wide. "What in the fiery fuck?!"
A second demoness stormed in. She was nearly identical to Vile. Same voluptuous figure, same curving horns, same deadly pout… but her hair was a stark, shimmering white, cascading down her back in silky waves.
She squealed with delight the moment her crimson eyes saw him. She sprang forward and dropped to her knees before the throne, pressing her head onto the cold marble.
"My Lord Lucidius! You've returned! I knew the flames of destiny would call you back from the Void!"
Lucien was still halfway reclined, pants splayed open while Vile devoured him… and now this.
He groaned, pointing a finger to the raven-haired beauty still slurping relentlessly between his legs. "Kinda busy here… could you—"
The white-haired demoness looked up eagerly. "Of course, my lord… I shall wait my turn... like always."
Vile popped up, licking clean her lips. "Our Lord has lost his memory… we'll need to remind of… everything."
Lucien blinked at Vile and then at the new-comer. "Wait a minute. You two look exactly the same."
"We're twins," the newcomer chirped. "I'm Vex. I handle staffing, recruitment, warlord morale, and dungeon interior design."
Vile folded her arms, scowling. "She always shows up late and still thinks she's the favorite."
Vex huffed. "I am the favorite! You just keep distracting Lord Lucidius with your… mouth work."
Lucien raised both hands. "Ladies, ladies. There's enough infernal majesty for everyone."
Vile giggled and ducked her head back down again.
But Vex darted forward and bumped her sister out of the way. "No way! It's my turn."
Lucien yelped, hopping up from the throne. "Ok, maybe my Serenith was right. No more fellatio-based meetings until after I've gone over our quarterly reports."
Vex growled at Vile. "You always get first preference!"
Vile stuck out her tongue. "Cause I actually show up on time. I've been waiting here for Lord Lucidius for over a century. I deserve it!"
Lucien rubbed his temples. "We're gonna need to work on our HR skills?"
Serenith stood frozen at the side of the chamber, eyes wide, one hand half-covering her mouth. Her halo flickered like a traumatized fluorescent bulb as she watched Lucien deal with two squabbling demoness twins. His pants still hung open, revealing the type of manhood that she couldn't tear her gaze from, even if she tried.
"Oh God's… give me strength!" she muttered under the breath.
Lucien stared down the twin demons, his tone shifting to business mode. Still sexy, of course, because that was just baked into him at this point.
"Vile, Vex… new orders!"
Both snapped to attention immediately while Lucien tightened his pants.
"I want a complete breakdown of my kingdom. Military. Infrastructure. Personnel. Who's running what, where the weak points are, how we keep the lava from flooding the kitchens. Everything. I want to know my empire like I know my…" he glanced at Vile, then cleared his throat, "...like I will know my empire."
The succubus sisters squealed in unison.
"Yes, Lord Lucidius!" they chimed in unison, turning and practically skipping out of the chamber.
Vex winked over her shoulder. "I'm still getting my turn later."
Lucien grinned. "Put it on the top of my schedule."
The massive doors slammed shut behind them, and the room fell into an awkward, echoing silence.
Serenith was still staring at him like he'd just seduced a nun… and then her mother.
Lucien turned slowly, adjusting his open collar and flicking back his hair. "You doing okay, feather-buns?"
She blinked, mouth parted, face flushed pink. "I… I'm not sure I'm ready for this mission."
Lucien chuckled, settling back into the throne. "Oh, trust me… nobody is."
He folded his hands behind his head, lounging like the devil himself had just won the lottery.
"You don't get ready for world domination," he said smugly. "You just pour a drink, flash a smile… and do it."
"You know," she said, her tone sharp, "I won't hesitate to report you if you go too far."
Lucien gave her the smirk… the smirk. The one that had closed mergers, opened bedrooms, and melted bank accounts.
"Come now, Serenith. I'm simply playing the part. Demon Lord isn't just a title, it's a brand. A performance. You want balance? Then world needs to be believe I'm a threat that once pushed them to progress."
She hesitated.
He leaned closer.
"And you," he whispered, his voice smooth as silk. "You empower me to be better. You... you're my muse. My holy muse of balance and beauty."
Her wings twitched. Her cheeks glowed. She looked away, trying to hide a smile. "You better not let me down."
He winked. "Me? Never."