by Eric Vall
“Elaborate,” Tris sighed. “In English, por favor.”
“If the other succubi hear there is a Demon King around who will treat them as more than just sexual favors,” Superbia explained, “one who will see them as equals, so much so that he promotes them to Demon Lords … they’ll come here to join our crew.”
“And once our Motley Crew is formed,” Todd stepped in, “Jakey’s power levels are gonna be over nine-thousand!”
“If it works,” I reminded them all. “No offense, but I had to twist most of you guys’ arms to get you to leave Azazel. In fact--”
Suddenly, the door of the War Room was thrown open, and one of my Shades burst in, completely out of breath.
“K-King Ralston!” he exclaimed. “There’s a large number of demons approaching from the North.”
I clenched my fist as my heart hammered in my chest. Seriously? They were gonna try another fucking sneak attack?
“What are they doing?” I demanded.
“That’s the weird thing,” the Shade explained, “they’re all just kinda standing there talking to each other. And it’s an army composed entirely out of women … ”
Women?
I looked over at Mephisto and grinned.
Had his plan really paid off? And so quickly?
“You did it,” Todd mused in a Jeff Goldblum voice. “The crazy son of a bitch, you did it.”
Relief washed over my body as I took off toward the main gates of the castle.
“Jacob!” Cupi called out from behind me. “Wait for us!”
I dashed through the hallways of the castle until I came to the staircase that led up to the outer wall. In a flash, I sped up the stairway, turned to the right, and exited out onto the top of the open perimeter.
Then my jaw hit the floor.
Standing out before me, on the rocky ground just in front of our main gate, were several hundred beautiful, naked women.
They were giggling as they chit-chatted with each other, but then one of them must have noticed me. The entire crowd went silent before they all turned to face me and began to murmur in secret.
“Holy fuck, bro,” Todd whistled as he fluttered up beside my face. “That’s a lot of succubi.”
“I estimate at least three hundred,” Cupi noted as she strutted into view.
“That’s a lot of Demon Lords,” Todd noted, “and that’s an awful lot of Jakey Juice to give away. You sure the ‘ol one-eyed willy’s got it in him?”
“He can’t convert all of them,” Superbia explained. “Having more than twenty or so Demon Lords becomes a logistical nightmare. Not to mention the limited territory, the backstabbing, and everything that goes along with that.”
“In other words,” Ira chuckled, “a typical day in politics.”
I see my rumors spread quickly, Mephisto boasted proudly. With numbers like these, the pool of candidates will be excellent.
Todd landed on the side of the wall, deactivated his black Hellfire, and then raised his hand like a child in class.
“I know it’s a totally massive burden to bear,” the imp mused, “but I will volunteer to interview all of these smokin’ naked babes.”
“I know I can count on you, bro,” I laughed as I patted the imp on the head, and then I turned to take in the view again.
There were almost three-hundred women standing in my presence, and they all wanted a piece of me.
For the lucky few, that was exactly what they were gonna get.
End of Book 10
End Notes
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