Succubus Lord 2

by Eric Vall

  “Then I’ll kill that fucking traitor after I’m done with you!” The demon bellowed and then flung Hellfire at me.

  He was fast, but I’d sort of been expecting it, so I’d already been ready with my purple fire. Unfortunately, while my barrier protected me from the demon’s blow, the impact still caused me to stumble sideways.

  Azazel must have seen this as an opportunity because he didn’t hesitate before he swung his broadsword at my neck.

  I was able to counter with my white-hot blade, but a few sparks of red Hellfire from the demon’s sword shot off and burned my face. I let out a grunt of pain, stumbled backward, and then wiped the embers away. I was sure that those things were gonna leave a mark, but it didn’t feel like they had done any major damage to my face.

  Unfortunately, I didn’t have much time to dwell on my pain.

  I looked up to see a tendril of concrete flying toward me, and I quickly sidestepped the attack. As I did so, I slashed at the concrete with my enchanted blade and sent its debris tumbling across the rooftop.

  Azazel’s first attack was little more than a distraction, and the demon was on me a second later. The demon’s fist smashed into my chin, and my mouth filled with the taste of iron. I reached out and grabbed the demon’s wrist before he could raise his sword, and we grappled for a moment or two before I shoved him off into the ground.

  “This mortal flesh is weak!” he hissed. “In my demon form, that blow would have popped your head like a gore-filled balloon!”

  “You really talk too much,” I huffed as I raised my sword.

  I thrust the end of the blade down toward Azazel’s head, but the demon dropped his broadsword and clapped his hands together to catch it.

  The enchanted steel sizzled in the demon’s hand, and the air was filled with the smell of burning flesh.

  Azazel whimpered in pain, but he continued to hold the blade despite his agony.

  Perfect.

  I whistled, and then a slew of small red fireballs and yellow daggers descended on the demon.

  He released my blade and threw up his hands to block the incoming attack. When he did so, I stabbed my sword into his shoulder. The demon bellowed in agony, and while I wanted to capitalize on it, I didn’t have time. I rolled back away from Azazel as the other attacks slammed into the demon.

  As I got to my feet, I smiled at the demon. Azazel looked like a mess. There was now a giant lake of blood at the foot of his robes, and the garment itself was completely burned up and bloody. Azazel was breathing with deep, labored breaths.

  “I think he’s weak enough,” I called out to my friends. “Light him up!”

  My friends lit up each of their traps, and four red projections of the Key of Solomon shot onto Azazel’s body at the same time.

  The robes on the demon’s figure started to sizzle, and his body began to jerk violently. He wasn’t frozen in place like he should have been, but the traps were definitely doing damage to the fucker.

  “That’s what happens when you have a mortal body, bro,” Todd said with a laugh. “It’s why I ditched mine for this sweet demon bod!”

  Azazel stumbled forward, but he barely had control of his body as he moved. His head kept twisting to the side, and his legs were now bowed outward.

  It was time to finish this.

  I enchanted my dagger with the white light of the Divine once more, and then I charged.

  Azazel tried to hit me with a beam of Hellfire as I approached, but thanks to his spasming arm, he couldn’t get a good shot off.

  I was about three feet away from the fucker when I pulled the dagger back to the side. A second later, I was upon Azazel. I swung my enchanted blade sideways, and it stabbed into the side of his head.

  The demon screamed as the white light from my weapon seared the flesh from his ugly face.

  I yanked the dagger out of his temple, and his brains spilled out of the hole in his head.

  Azazel collapsed. This fucker was dead.

  I couldn’t do much other than let out a huge breath of relief and then turn around to check on my friends.

  “Did we get him for good this time?” I panted.

  Jane was now released from Sia’s spell, and the redheaded succubus was above her body, checking her vitals.

  “Unfortunately not,” Sia shook her head, “but he has at least been sent back to Hell where he belongs.”

  Cupiditas was stirring, but she still looked very weak. I moved to check on her while Todd sat on Liby’s shoulders as they spun around happily in celebration.

  Some way, somehow, we had saved the fucking day once again.

  Chapter 21

  “Bro, did we just save the world?” Todd asked in disbelief. “Todd Masterson, Hero of the People. Maybe they’ll give me the key to the city.”

  “Todd, nobody is going to know--” I started.

  “I’ll be sure to mention how much you guys helped me out,” he continued. “But it was mostly me, with that sweet hood tug and face scratch and all that.”

  “Sure thing, bro.” I laughed and helped Cupiditas to her feet.

  The blonde had been shaken up pretty bad by Azazel’s attack, but it was nothing that a quick cast of Sia’s hand couldn’t cure.

  “What did I miss?” Cupi asked groggily.

  “You missed the coolest fucking thing you’ll ever see in your life!” Todd exclaimed. “Jakey was all stabby-stabby and Lib was all dive-bomber and I--”

  “What the actual fuck is going on here?” a woman’s voice demanded from behind us.

  “I almost forgot about the virgin.” I chuckled.

  “I did too.” Todd shrugged. “She was being pretty calm, considering shit was exploding, and people were being murdered all around her.”

  “It’s because she was under Azazel’s spell,” Libidine explained. “Now that he’s dead, she’s back to normal.”

  “Why am I tied up?” she asked frantically. “Who are you people?”

  “Uh, ma'am,” I explained as I walked over to the tied-up woman. “We’re members of the SFPD. I think you might be suffering from amnesia, what’s the last thing you remember?”

  “I-- I don’t know,” the dark-haired woman stuttered as I began to untie her wrists. “The last thing I remember is sitting in my living room. There was a knock on my door, and then… nothing.”

  I finished untying the woman’s feet, and she slid from the table and onto the hard cement of the roof.

  “Does anyone have something I can wrap her up with?” I asked the succubi.

  “Here you go!” Libidine extended a robe that she had pulled off one of the dead cultists.

  The robe was singed in several places and had blood splattered across the back.

  Oh, well. This whole adventure started with a bloody robe, so it was only fitting that it ended with one. I wrapped the navy garment around the shell-shocked woman, who was shivering in terror.

  “What the hell is that thing?” she asked in terror and pointed at Todd.

  “It’s just our police dog,” I bullshitted. “They never tell you how Chihuahuas make the best search and rescue dogs, do they?”

  “Arf,” Todd grumbled.

  Off in the distance, I heard the wail of sirens. I guess you didn’t have a massive demon fight on top of the city’s largest building without a few people taking notice.

  “We need to get out of here,” I said to the succubi. “But first, we need to take her down to safety.”

  “Got it,” Cupiditas confirmed as she gathered her senses.

  “Todd, hop on,” I said as I took Jane’s unconscious body in my arms. “Cupi can take Sia and this woman, and Liby can take us.”

  A split-second later, I felt the tiny imp’s arms and legs wrap tightly around my leg like a koala, and then Libidine lifted us both up into the air.

  “What is-- Ahhhh!” the dark-haired mortal yelled as Cupi grabbed her and pulled her into the sky.

  Now that there wasn’t a massive concrete tendril trying to k
ill me, the view from up this high was spectacular. The lights from San Francisco’s other buildings twinkled as we descended alongside the Salesforce Tower, and off in the distance, I could still see the magnificence of the Golden Gate Bridge.

  A few seconds later, and we were back on solid ground next to where we had parked Shadow.

  “What. The. Fuck.” The mortal woman’s eyes were wide with horror.

  “Liby, you know what to do.” I nodded.

  Libidine looked the woman in the eyes, and then the succubus’ own violet pupils began to glow.

  “You are currently suffering from amnesia,” she explained. “When the police get here, you are going to tell them that the last thing you remember was taking a sip of a drink that one of these men offered you. When you came to, you were dressed in their robes, and you were already down here on the ground level. Now, go off and wait in the lobby of the building.”

  The curvy succubus released her spell, and then the woman turned around and walked back in the direction of the Salesforce Tower. I sat Jane’s body carefully down on the ground, and then the five of us joined hands.

  We chanted the same incantation in Latin that we had used to reveal the Chapel of the Trinity, and within seconds, Shadow had reappeared. I sat Jane down in between Sia and Libidine, and then Cupi and Todd joined me in the front seat of the car.

  “We’re gonna need a bigger car here pretty soon,” I only half-joked, and then I turned the key and kicked the Jeep into gear.

  As we drove toward the city limits of San Francisco, a large squad of police vehicles passed us going the opposite direction. They had no idea what they were in for.

  This time, our road trip between San Francisco and Phoenix wasn’t quite as eventful. It was still as long as hell, but at least we didn’t have to worry about anyone trying to kill us. Jane woke up somewhere around Los Angeles, and we explained everything that had happened while she was out cold. Somewhere along the line, she called Oliver and discussed meeting us back at Quinn’s mansion.

  The old-as-fuck cultist had escaped with a handful of his most loyal followers, and he was going to bring them to Phoenix so that we could discuss our future together.

  The next few hours on the road flew by, and we rolled up to Quinn’s mansion sometime in the middle of the night.

  I was fucking exhausted.

  “Be it ever so humble…” Todd sang as he opened the door of Shadow and dashed towards the entrance.

  “This is your house?” Jane sounded impressed as she slid out of the vehicle.

  “Yep,” I bragged. “You know the demon Flauros? Better known as the tech mogul Robert Quinn?”

  “I am familiar with both.” The brunette smiled coyly.

  “This was his home, but we took it after we killed him,” I explained.

  Jane’s green eyes shimmered back at me with excitement. “Oh, we did make the right choice,” she cooed.

  “Come now, lovebirds.” Sia chuckled as she opened up the massive door of the mansion.

  We followed the redhead into the mansion and then back into the main living area where Oliver and his friends were waiting.

  “Master!” the white-haired man smiled as he stood up to greet me. “How was your trip? Can we get you a glass of wine? Would you like a back rub?”

  “Uh, I’ll take a beer,” I said with a laugh. “Quinn keeps them in the fridge in the basement.”

  “Right away, sir,” a blond man in a robe bowed and then ran off to fetch my drink.

  “So, what have you decided?” Oliver asked, and then leaned in for dramatic effect. “Shall we serve you loyaly, as we did Azazel for so many years?”

  “I hate to break it to you, bro,” Todd snickered. “But we want you to drink the Kool-Aide.”

  Oliver looked over at the imp in shock. “You… you want us to end our lives?” he asked sadly. The white-haired man pulled his dagger out of his belt, and then his brethren followed suit.

  “That’s not what we decided!” I held out my hands to stop the cultists, and then I turned to Todd angrily. “Dick move, bro.”

  “I didn’t think they’d really do it.” The imp shrugged. “But this confirms that the Toddster’s word is just as powerful as Jakey’s!”

  Todd jumped up on the breakfast bar and held his hands in the air in victory.

  “Transitive property, bitches!” he exclaimed.

  I just rolled my eyes and turned back to the Cultists. “Look, we have decided, as a group, that we want you to serve us,” I told the men. “Us. Not just me. If my succubi or my little friend give you a command, you do it.”

  “Of course, master.” Oliver bowed.

  “A few more things,” I added. “First, you’re changing sides. Anyone who serves under Jacob and company are fighting for the side of the Divine.”

  I could see several of the Cultists’ jaws clench at my words.

  “If that doesn’t work, then the door is right that way.” I pointed toward the main entrance.

  “Of course it does, Master Ralston,” Oliver reluctantly agreed. “We swore to serve you, not Lucifer.”

  “Second,” I continued. “Oliver, I want you to continue to lead, but Jane is going to act as the main liaison between the cult and me.”

  “Fair enough,” Oliver grumbled.

  “Jane will check in with us once a week to let us know what is going on with your forces,” Sia explained. “We will meet in person when necessary.”

  “You mean when Jakey-boy here wants a booty call?” Todd laughed.

  “No, Todd, this is for official cult business.” I rolled my eyes at the imp, but then I turned and winked at Jane.

  “Jane is our new liason, and we must fight for the Divine.” Oliver nodded. “What is your third wish, Master?”

  “The crocs and socks have to go.” I slapped the white-haired man on the arm playfully. “I’m not going to have people going around serving me wearing those abominations.”

  “Can I still wear them?” The imp raised his hand.

  “You heard him,” Libidine said with a shudder. “Nobody. Wears. Crocs and socks.”

  “I think that one is the most painful of them all,” Oliver said with a sigh, “but it will be done, Master.”

  “Just call me ‘Jacob,’ please,” I corrected him. “That ‘Master’ shit is weird.”

  “So, what shall we rename the cult?” Cupiditas chimed in. “‘The Cult of Azazel’ doesn’t really fit any more.”

  “The Cult of BAMFs!” Todd suggested.

  “BAMFs?” Cupi’s face contorted with confusion.

  “Yeah, Badass Mother Fuckers!” the imp giggled. “It even fits with the whole Divine theme, Ezekiel and all that.”

  “We’re not calling them the Cult of BAMFs, Todd,” I said even as I was chuckling.

  “Mas--” Oliver started, but then caught himself. “Jacob? May I make a suggestion?”

  “Sure thing, Oliver.” I nodded. “Let me hear it.”

  “Maybe I’m just a traditionalist,” the white-haired man suggested, “But why not just ‘The Cult of Ralston?’”

  “Eh.” Todd shrugged. “It’s okay. I still like the Cult of Badass Mother Fuckers though.”

  “I like it,” Cupiditas said. “It’s short, sweet, and to the point.”

  “Just as you like it, right?” Libidine said with a wink.

  “I can live with it.” I shrugged. “Now, what demon fucker are we going after next?”

  The blond man in the robe returned with my beer, and then the group of Cultists that had been sitting on the couch stood up to make room.

  “Sit down, Jacob.” Oliver motioned to the now-empty seat. “Relax and enjoy your beverage. Enjoy your women. You have done great things in the last few days, my friend. You deserve a little break.”

  I grabbed the bottle of craft beer from the blond man and gave him a thankful nod. I sat down on the couch and then motioned for the women to join me. Liby, Cupi, and Sia plopped down on the seat and snuggled up close, but
Jane remained standing.

  “We’re missing someone,” I said as I shot her a longing glance.

  Todd’s impish body flipped over the side of the couch and landed on the empty space at the far end of the couch.

  “I thought you’d never ask, Jakey!” He laughed.

  “I meant her.” I shook my head in amusement and pointed at the beautiful brunette woman.

  “There’s nowhere left to sit now.” Jane shrugged her shoulders.

  “Yes, there is,” I smiled and patted my lap. “Your favorite spot.”

  Jane blushed and looked down at the ground bashfully. Then, she strutted over and pressed her firm ass down onto my crotch.

  Oliver was right. There was plenty of time for demon-killing tomorrow. Right now, I was going take the time to enjoy myself.

  I leaned back, wrapped my arm around Libidine, and took a swig of my beer. I looked around at the Cultists who would literally fight to the death if I asked them to, and then at the beautiful women whom I loved so dearly.

  I really could get used to being worshipped.

  END BOOK 2

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