Succubus Lord 9

by Eric Vall

Aruna’s dark eyes narrowed as she stared down the blonde knight. She strutted over to Eligor, took another bite of her apple, and then walked in a circle as she looked her up and down.

  “So what,” she observed, “are you Jacob’s sexy blonde warrior now that he’s a King of Hell? I thought that was Cupi’s role?”

  “I am a loyal servant of Lilith and Jacob Ralston,” Eligor explained with a somewhat regal tone. “I am, to this day, the only knight of Hell.”

  “Impressive,” Aruna conceded, and then she moved on to Ariel. “And what about you, hmm? You’re really fit … somewhat shy based on the fact you haven’t spoken up lately … I bet you’re going to be the one who whips all of his soldiers into shape.”

  “Actually,” Ariel corrected the Rakshasi, “I am- er, was, a blacksmith for the Army of the Divine.”

  “Ohhhh,” Aruna smiled as her eyes lit up, “you’re the one who’s going to be making Jacob’s wonderful toys, then. I must warn you, though, nothing is ever going to top that warhammer in his pants.”

  Ariel blushed, but I could also tell she was holding back a smile at the thought.

  Aruna finished off her apple, tossed the core into the trash can, and then headed for the sliding glass door.

  “Let me know when you need me,” she announced, “but by all means, take as much time as you need to.”

  The Rakshasi slunk out the door as Sia shot her a dirty look.

  “I may be starting to regret this decision,” the madame sighed.

  Liby was already on it. She walked over to Sia and began to tenderly massage her shoulder blades.

  “Don’t stress about it, Sister,” she murmured. “Aruna might be a little … hard to work with, but she’s the best of the best. No matter what she ends up doing, I’m sure your money will be well spent.”

  “Thank you for the words of confidence, Libidine,” Sia mused.

  “So, maybe I’m missing somethin’ here,” Todd spoke up meekly. “What’s our next move? Are we just gonna sit around and wait for these sorry mofos to attack again?”

  “We need to figure out who they are,” Sia explained. “I believe Sister Ira may be of assistance with that.”

  “I finally get something to do?” Ira’s sub gasped. “Halle-fucking-lujah. Congress has been so boring lately, especially compared to all the fun we’ve been having in Hell. I got into politics for the backstabbing, corruption, and pure sadomasochist curiosity, but it hasn’t really been getting me off like it used to.”

  “Maybe you shouldn’t run for re-election?” I suggested. “I could totally give you a full-time role as a royal weapons tester and food taster.”

  The sub’s eyes lit up at the thought.

  “I could be the one who checks your food for poison?” she asked hopefully. “And I could be the one who gets sliced, crushed, and whipped by all of your new weapons? Sign me the fuck up! Buuuutttt, for now I need to finish out my term, and that means using my legislative powers appropriately. So, what is it you want me to do, Superbia?”

  “I want you to talk to one of your corrupt police chiefs and see if he’ll give you any copies of the files they have on this copycat cult,” Superbia explained. “Pictures, witness accounts, evidence, anything.”

  Ira’s sub pointed to her self and chuckled. “Public servant number one, right here,” she joked.

  “Can you get the files, or no?” Superbia sighed.

  “Of course I can,” the dark-haired succubus giggled. “Let me make a few phone calls, and I’ll have them on your desk in the next hour or two.”

  “Excellent,” Sia said with relief.

  Ira’s sub stood up, whipped a cell phone out of her pocket, and then meandered into the other room.

  “Sister?” Libidine spoke up. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Actually,” I interjected, “I have a job for you, Liby. I want you to go around town and use your mind-control powers to see if you can find any leads. With Beelzebub’s cult multiplying like rabbits, surely there’s some weak-minded individual out there who would spill the beans.”

  “Will do,” the Sister of Lust exclaimed. “I actually just bought a new outfit that would be perfect for going undercover!”

  The succubus gave me a playful salute, and then she turned around and ran off to change.

  “What about us?” Eligor motioned to herself and Ariel.

  “Eligor,” I explained, “you’re my most trusted knight--”

  “I’m your only knight,” she reminded me.

  “Well, then that makes you my most trusted by default,” I chuckled. “I want you to help Sia try and figure out who these people are or what their end game is. As for you, Ariel … I want you to do what you do best.”

  The redheaded angel’s face twisted into a look of confusion.

  “You want me to do Crossfit?” she asked.

  “Crossfit?” I scoffed.

  “That’s what I’m best at.” Ariel shrugged. “I’m actually such a pro I can blow through an expert workout without so much as breaking a sweat!”

  “Redddddd fllaaaaggggs,” Todd whispered ominously.

  “I meant your blacksmithing,” I admitted. “If you’re really going to be the head of research and development of my Department of War, then I’m going to need to see what you got.”

  “You already have,” she argued as she pointed to the axe on my back.

  “No, no, no,” I said with a grin, “you made this out of the most powerful material known to God and man. In the Fourth Circle, we have a lot less to work with. I want to see what you can whip up using limited resources. There’s a workbench out in the garage, plus a bunch of random objects. Get out there and show me what you got!”

  “I won’t disappoint,” Ariel reassured me, and then she turned and walked off into the dining room.

  “Uh, Little Mermaid?” Todd whistled and pointed in the opposite direction. “The garage is that-a-way.”

  Ariel reappeared through the doorway as she speed-walked back through the room and toward the actual garage.

  “So, that just leaves the four of us,” I observed. “I think it’s a no-brainer Eligor and Superbia work on trying to do a little research and figuring out who these bastards are and where they could pop up again.”

  “I can totally work on my new strains of weed while you guys are doing all that,” Todd offered.

  “I’m not sure how that--” I started, but the imp quickly flipped up onto the counter and placed his hand against my mouth.

  “Just go with it, Jakey,” he chuckled. “A stoned Todd is Todd at his best, bro. And we all want the Toddster to be at his best, right?”

  “Actually,” Superbia spoke up, “I had something in mind for you, Todd.”

  “And what might that be, Strawberry Shortcake?” the imp asked curiously.

  “I want you to do your podcast,” she explained.

  Todd and I shot each other a look of confusion and then looked back at the redhead.

  “Tuesdays with the Toddster?” the imp scoffed. “At a time like this? It’s not even Tuesday!”

  “Yeah,” I admitted, “I think I’m with Todd on this one. I’m not really seeing how Todd’s podcast is going to do us any good.”

  A coy smile slid up Sia’s face, and she began to click her tongue as she shook her head back and forth.

  “Where’s your imagination, my friends?” the madame joked. “Think about it. Beelzebub’s cult is most likely staying on top of our whereabouts. They know we’ve been down in Hell for months, and they probably are aware you were on trial up in Heaven. Now, what happens when they suddenly see a new episode of Todd’s podcast appear?”

  Realization finally sunk in as a large grin spread across my face.

  “They’ll know we’re back on Earth,” I noted.

  “And if they know we’re back on Earth,” Todd continued, “they’re like, ten times more likely to try and pull something.”

  “Exactly,” Sia mused. “They’ll see it as us just being c
areless, but in reality, it’s a well-orchestrated trap.”

  “So, you want to send out an open invitation for our enemies to come here?” Eligor said, and she sounded unconvinced.

  “They won’t come here,” the redhead explained. “At least, not yet. Their whole charade goes completely out the window if they’re seen trying to kill Jacob. My guess would be they’ll do something crazy and desperate in an attempt to force the Divine’s hand. They’ll try to raze a whole city or go on a massive killing spree in the hopes they’ll get the Divine’s attention, and then the Divine will realize you’re still on Earth Realm and come after you once more.”

  “It sounds, crazy,” Libidine observed as she sauntered back into the room in a short blue dress, “but it might work. Surely the Divine think you’re hanging out in Hell, where they can’t travel.”

  “Yeah,” Todd chuckled. “What kinda idiots would we have to be to set up shop right where all of our villains could find us without much effort?”

  “Huge idiots,” I shot back with a wink. “Insane, wreckless idiots.”

  “I wouldn’t worry too much about the Divine right now,” Ariel explained. “Metatron is Heaven’s main prosecutor, a prosecutor who just allowed his biggest case slip through his fingers. The mountain of paperwork he’s going to have to fill out for the police and the courts should keep him busy for at least a day or two.”

  “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yay bureaucracy,” Todd snickered, “Anyways, I’ll go get workin’ on that podcast, but shit, I need a guest. It’s not Tuesdays with the Toddster without a special paranormal guest star!”

  “Could you call up Chort?” Sia suggested.

  Todd let out an offended gasp and placed his hand over his mouth.

  “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just suggest that,” he retorted. “I will never, ever, have that pompous asshole on my show. He’s my main competition.”

  “I’ll be your guest,” Eligor offered. “I’m not sure what this whole ‘podcast’ thing is, but surely a fallen angel can be of some assistance.”

  “Actually … ” Todd pondered the suggestion, and then he raised his index finger into the air. “You’d be perfect! My listeners would love to hear the account of somebody who’s been up and who’s been down. Follow me, Goldilocks.”

  Todd motioned to the knight, and then he hopped off the table and scurried out of the room.

  Eligor shrugged and then followed the imp.

  Superbia stood up from her chair, stretched, and then headed for the threshold between the living room and the entryway.

  “Come now, Libidine,” she ordered her Sister. “We have much work to do.”

  Liby shot up from her chair and then sauntered over to the redhead.

  “You guys are just leaving me?” I chuckled.

  “You’ve been through a lot in the last day,” Sia noted. “It’s going to take all of us some time to make any progress on this case. You should follow Raphael’s lead and get some rest. May I suggest a swim in the pool?”

  Even though Sia had healed up all of my wounds from the fight with Metatron, my body still felt like it was recovering from being hit by a freight train. A dip in the nice, cold water followed up by a short bask in the Arizona sun sounded heavenly.

  “Actually,” I admitted, “I think I’m gonna do just that.”

  “Let us know how the water is,” Libidine purred. “If it’s nice enough, we may have to go skinny-dipping later.”

  Both of the succubi giggled as they turned and moved out of view.

  I took one last look at Raphael as I headed over to the sliding glass door.

  The Archangel’s breathing had returned to normal, and he was now snoring loudly as he laid on the leather couch. His wiry, sweaty hair covered his face like a tangle of wild seaweed, and his body was sprawled out in a position that looked uncomfortable in every way, shape, and form.

  At least it finally looked like he was getting some rest.

  I opened up the door, stepped outside, and instantly felt the rays of the sun splash against my skin. As I walked briskly toward my enormous swimming pool, I noticed Aruna and the ghost of Martatelli were locked in some sort of conversation all the way on the other side of the yard.

  The ghost was flailing his arms wildly as he spoke, and Aruna just stood there with her hands on her hips and an amused look on her face.

  I ignored my paranormal allies and continued on to the pool.

  We’d made a lot of changes to this place since we took it from Robert Quinn, and the pool was no exception. Originally, it was your standard Olympic-sized swimming pool, perfectly round and ridiculously excessive. When we were remodeling the place, Superbia suggested we shrink down the pool into something more humble, and I totally agreed.

  I mean, fuck, it cost thousands of dollars a year just to keep it chlorinated.

  Now, we had a pool that was more suited to our needs. It was still composed of a massive round hole in the ground, and it was still filled with water so blue it would make a sapphire jealous. However, there were now several dark wooden lounge chairs and soft yellow orb lights that dotted its entire border.

  Then there was my personal favorite addition, the hot tub. At the far edge of the pool, there was an installation made up of ceramic rocks that looked like a miniature waterfall. At the top of this waterfall was an elevated platform that housed the hot tub, which bubbled and churned with warm, soothing liquid.

  Our contractor looked at us like we were fucking looney when we asked him to install an outdoor hot tub. I honestly couldn’t blame him. Phoenix was already atrociously hot, who would want to torture themselves with one-hundred degree water when they were already cooking in the one-hundred degree sun?

  Demons, imps, and mortals-turned Demon Kings, that’s who. Thanks to what Cupi called the “internal Hellfire,” the heat and the cold had way different effects on me than they used to. I could stay warm in sub-zero temperatures, and I could sit in a fucking sauna for hours without getting fatigued.

  Despite my newfound love of the Fourth Circle, being a Demon King on Earth certainly had its perks.

  Once I got to the side of the pool I tossed my shirt, pants, and socks onto one of the lounge chairs. Then I looked around to see if anyone was looking. When I realized the coast was clear, I yanked off my underwear, added it to the heap of clothes, and then hopped into the deep end of the pool.

  A wave of refreshment washed over my body as the lukewarm water surrounded every inch of my skin. I remained under the surface for just a moment, and then I thrust myself back above the water with a kick of my feet. I gulped in a huge breath of air as I reemerged, and then I swam over to the more shallow end.

  We also had the foresight to install small underwater seats in this part of the pool, and words couldn’t describe how thankful I was for that right now. I plopped down onto the rocky seat, leaned back against the side of the pool, and relaxed as I soaked in the rays.

  The mixture of the cool water on my lower half and the warm sun on my torso put me at ease, and I felt myself drifting off to sleep.

  “Well, well, well,” I heard a woman’s voice interrupt my slumber.

  My eyes shot open, and I quickly threw my hands down to cover my crotch.

  There, in front of me, stood Aruna. The Rakshasi had her hands on her hips seductively as her dark eyes traveled up and down my body.

  “How long have you been there?” I demanded.

  “Long enough,” she shot back. “I knew you were packing a massive hammer down there, but wow. It’s even larger than I thought it was.”

  “Excuse me?” I said as I splashed some water at the assassin. “Whatever happened to privacy?”

  Aruna shrugged, sat down on one of the chairs, and then pulled her boots off her feet.

  “It’s warm out,” she explained, “and I haven’t been able to go for a decent swim in forever. Your water here is so clear, not like the mucky stuff we have where I’m from.”

  “And w
here is that, exactly?” I asked curiously. “I mean, I know Rakshasi are big in Indian lore, but I always figured you had some giant base at the top of a mountain where you hung out with the other paranormal assassins.”

  Aruna raised an eyebrow as she unfastened her belt.

  “My home is in Montana, Jacob,” she chuckled, “but you’re halfway correct. We assassins do all live out in a secluded village.”

  “Of all the places in the world to set up base,” I continued, “why the hell would you choose Montana?”

  “Because one, we get most of our jobs in the States,” Aruna explained. “Two, it’s one of the few places left in the US that isn’t packed to the brim with mortals. And three? Well, we have a deep spiritual connection to the place.”

  Aruna stood up, pulled off her pants, and exposed herself to me. My eyes traveled up her long, toned legs, up to the delicate mound that rested between her legs. Then, she reached behind her back and untied the purple wrap around her torso. As the fabric fell away from her chest, I was treated to the beautiful sight of her small, perky breasts with their dark, erect nipples.

  The Rakshasi noticed I was admiring her, and she positioned herself so I could see her in all her glory.

  “What?” she mused knowingly. “I don’t want to get my fine clothing all wet.”

  The Rakshasi sat down onto the side of the pool and lowered herself into the water. Then she slowly made her way over to the seat next to me. Aruna threw back her head as she leaned up against the pool wall and arched her back so her chest was protruded.

  My cock throbbed as I admired the assassin, and it took everything in my power to keep my hands off the dark goddess’s body.

  “You know, Jacob,” she flirted, “I usually don’t allow myself to get involved with my clients. It’s too much baggage, if you ask me.”

  “That’s a shame,” I shot back. “I bet there hasn’t been a single client who didn’t want to be involved with you.”

  “I’m sure.” The Rakshasi shrugged, and her breasts jiggled with the movement.

  “Buttttt?” I tried to lead her on.

  “But what?” she giggled. “I usually don’t get involved with clients. Plain and simple.”