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Xyan sat in on her throne in the main hall of her castle. She had been living here for about 100 years now and found that time ticks by too slowly in this realm. She would often sit like this and ponder ponder about her former life, about her time in hell, about her now exististance in the mortal realm again wishing she had the freedom to go back to see her brothers and sisters in the fiery pit without the dire consequences of her soul burning from the inside out feeling the worst pain ever if she dared step foot there again.

She made what she could out of this castle she found into a home where she could dwell without the persecutions of the religious zealots who fear her. Even though she chose this abandoned castle as a home she didn't crave total isolation. From time to time she would fly into town and cause some havoc but it would be a hassle really for the only way she could get to town and that was either flying or a portal which needed her demonic form to do so, but so she wouldn't get noticed she would have to change into her mortal form, the form she was when she was truly alive. But changing into her mortal form meant she would have to obtain clothes somehow for no mortal cloth could touch her demonic form without bursting into flame.

One solution she thought possible was to get a car but to get a car she would need money and for money she would need a job and she thought that would be too much of a hassle for her to try to live on a schedule a mortal does due to their short life spans, and the only job she liked even though it angered her that it still exist but made her happy that it was still outlawed, prostitution was still around, but she didn't want to be constantly degrading herself for money, especially to lower beings such as mortal humans but that doesn't mean she didn't get with them sometimes for she thought if she could get more souls for her Master Lucifer, he would welcome back into Hell and she was a slut with needs as well, but those occasions were far and between considering she was fucked constantly for almost 2000 years.

So Xyan decides to sit in her castle alone with her thoughts like most nights.

Count Dracula flew with all his speed. He was in his bat form and he was running from master hunters. His penthouse apartment had been raided last night by men in black armor with stake guns and garlic grenades. Though garlic didnt hurt him much, it dispersed his minions. It had been unlucky or maybe well planned that he had just devoured 10 human women. They all lay on his huge bed writhing in pleasure. He had turned each one of them and given them his seed. Each of them would be spanning a new generation of vampires, the most powerful ones, because of their father's seed. But not now. He had been betrayed by someone close to him. All the woman had been murdered. If he had not been so weak from his sexual conquests, he would have torn the invaders from limb to limb. Now he had to escape. Like some filthy animal. Now they would feel the wrath of Dracula. He'd spawn a new army. Then find out who did this to him and personally turn them, before feeding them to his new army.

His sonar picked up a castle ahead. He changed back into his original form. It was night. He moved with inhuman speed to the front of the castle. He sensed a demon presence inside. Ahh, brothers of his breed. They would surely help him in his vengeance. He jumped the high walls of the castle quite easily and went in search of the demons.

As Xyan sat on her throne in the dim light great hall she sense a presence heading towards the castle. Mortal? No it wasn't mortal but another spawn of Satan's creations designed to spread terror and collect souls themselves as they drank the blood of their victims, Vampires. Xyan settled himself back into her throne and would welcome the creature of the night when he made his was in and grace her presence.

Dracula entered and saw a beautiful demon sitting on a throne. He sensed she was old, though still younger than him. Though he was her superior in both age and position, he realized that he was here asking her for sanctuary. Also, she must be thinking of him as a lowly vampire, not the father of the race himself.
Letting her keep the illusion for a while, he bowed.
" I have come here seeking sanctuary. May I know whom do I have the pleasure of addressing? "

Xyan stepped down from her throne and walked over to Dracula.

"The name is Xyan, and its odd to see the might Dracula, father of a new breed of soldiers for Satan's army fallen like this."

She laughed as he wondered how a demon only 2000 years old could tell who he was.

"For 2000 years I was one of Satan's personal sluts, I learned alot from him. Come on the spar bedrooms are in the West Wing."

She grabs a key ring dangling from the throne and leads him out to pick a room for himself.

" Forgive me, but I misjudged you."
He watched as her massive tits swayed when she got off the throne.
" I am the mighty Dracula. I have been reduced to this state by the betrayal of one of my own. And I plan to sire an army of Vampires and seek my revenge. They caught me at my weakest moment, just when I had fucked 10 human bitches. "
He saw the effect his words had on her. Her tail instantly jerked as he said the last part.
He followed her as she walked ahead with the key, his eyes never leaving the crack of her ass.

Rocker sighed, looking at his watch. He'd been on the job for about ten hours now, and all he'd sensed was what felt like your standard succubi. Nothing to worry about, not nearly the evil bitches they were made out to be. He sighed again, running a hand through his shaggy white hair. He thought back over his life. His mother died years ago. He hadn't seen his twin brother since they were kids. He'd never met his father, though when they were young, their mother had told them stories.

He supposed that's why his brother had left. To go off and find himself, or something like that. Vee always was a bit weird. Rocker wasn't even his real name, but it was what he went by. Made things easier, and it was easy to remember. And how many guys out there had such an odd name, anyways? He grinned at that thought. Even after he'd found out what he was, at his last meeting with his brother, he'd kept doing his business. He felt his father would be proud of him. With Ebony and Ivory at his side, and his father's Force at his back, it wouldn't be that difficult for him. Not to mention the gauntlets he wore when necessary. Forged with the power of the Elder Efrit, a powerful fire monster, they came in handy. After all, one never knew what to expect, especially in his line of work.

Then it happened. He'd been so caught up in his memories that he'd almost missed it. Another demonic presence. He tracked it, before realizing it was landing and heading into the castle. He tilted his head, and then grinned. "Well well, so the so called Dark Lord has decided to visit the demonwench, huh? This is going to be fun." With that, he checked his gear, then started running for the castle.

Kira enjoyed the stares as she walked the streets at dusk. Demons in general were thought to avoid daylight as it supposedly revealed the truth. Which was total BS put out by the master to make people think they were safe in the daylight. After all the brightest light cast the darkest shadow, which was her personal philosophy she loved tormenting the sweet innocent chaste do gooders into quivering pleasure slaves willing to do anything she asked. She had spent a decade in a convent deflowering the pious nuns.

Some had eventually broken free confessing their sins and being forgiven, of course in confessing to the abbot they had revealed her. Seducing him had been a fascination, it had taken a long time to get him to break his vow of chastity and fuck her. He of course threw himself off of a tower less than a week later. So it was a win win situation, as suicide was one of the unforgiveable sins.

Satan had asked for a favor, and promised a reward in return. She wanted the reward and so she agreed to check in on the fallen prostitute and make sure she didn't reveal herself too much or worse get herself killed before being fully punished. Something about how he had to keep her in hell at least the amount of time she'd been on earth. Some drivel about balance and all that crap. She tended not to listen when he got holier than though and spoke of his encounters with his heavenly counterpart.

The best thing was she got to enjoy part of her reward now, and the rest after a century or so of observing what was her name again? Oh yes, Xyan.

Kira the succubus walked the streets of the quite village, her platinum blonde hair cascading over her strong shoulders. She often was told she looked quite like an amazon. Now those women knew how to party. Kira had enjoyed spending time with them, cursing their wombs to bear only female children whenever she could. She projected a simple garment a dress of fine misty gray silk that skimmed her skin, revealing she wore nothing between it, her proud breasts swaying as she moved, her nipples clearly protruding.

She feared nothing and no one as she headed for the castle.

As they walked down the hall of the west wing, Xyan listened to Dracula's story and only nodded as she lead him to a hall lined with rooms. She took a key and unlocked the door which lead to a simple bedroom, which contained nothing more than a bed, and dresser.

"I know its not much but its a room to stay."

She gave him a key then suddenly turned her head for she sensed another presence or two coming near the castle. One of them felt heavy and power, and just seemed to sap all the strength out of her. Xyan knew it was a demon by this, but the other presence threw here off for a second, for she thought she felt a demonic presence but also a mortal one as well, a half breed. Xyan didn't want trouble brought to her home so she changed into her mortal form and excused herself from Dracula to put on some clothes.

"If you excuse me I need to make myself decent for our visitors."

Olivia blushed as she ran off to her room for some clothes.

Kuvaris had only been in the village a couple of days when he saw the succubus. He had possesed one of the locals, who's name he had forgotten already, and had been trying to lay low for awhile. His last meat puppet had been found out by a priest, who had attempted to 'exorcise' him with a shotgun. That in itself was annoying enough, but worse when the priest came back with a so-called bunch of demonslayers. Kuvaris had simply left the unfortunate man to be killed, and had come to the village with plans to hideout until any kind of chase was given up.

But his plans had changed once he saw her, and her true form. He felt extremely horny just looking at her, with a kind of lust he hadn't felt for 2000 years. As she left town, he willed his meat puppet to follow her. The possesed man broke off from a walk with his family to follow after the succubus.

Dracula entered the room and looked at it with disgust. He was about to complain about the sparse furnishings when he sensed a demon and a half breed approach. It seemed that Xyan had felt them too, for she changed form and excused herself. She had been as beautiful alive as she was as a demon. She was naked as she became mortal and dracula felt his cock stir at the sight of her pussy. Then all too soon she turned and ran.
Dracula lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. He needed to recover his strength for the upcoming events. He decided he could trust Xyan , but still a demon could always go back on its word. He needed a coffin to be truly comfortable but this would do. He fell into his sleep state, his ears and mind still aware of the world around him. He'd meet the new arrivals when he had fully reclaimed his strength. He wanted to put up a powerful first impression when they meet the lord of darkness himself.

Kira

She didn't bother using her power to sense other demons, if they wanted to hook up then they could make themselves known. For now she had a mission and other than the confidence of many thousands of years of experience she exuded nothing out of the ordinary to the mortal senses.

The click of her heels as she proudly strode to the castle undoubtedly turned many a longing eye, but she was focused on the castle. It looked okay but it was rather remote, she glanced around checking for mortals before taking to the sky.

She noticed one mortal who, possessed a very unmortal aura, she briefly considered the multitude of demons who could possess others, and with a deliberate twitch of her tail she inspected the man thing in front of her.

She opted for a simple test and began speaking in Latin, "Hello, and what the hell are you?" it was a simple demonic opener and she was curious as to how this puppet would respond.

Moving in on the castle

Rocker made it to the walls, and studied them for a moment. He tilted his head, and then raised his gaze up the high walls to the parapets. He nodded for a moment, then jumped back a couple of times. Then he closed his eyes, concentrating for a moment, before dashing at the wall. But he didn't stop just AT the wall. He started to run up it, accelerating until he could grab hold of the edge of a parapet and pull himself up and over. He landed on the battlements, and was immediately glad for having such good nightvision. He looked both ways before spotting a door, and headed for it immediately.

He opened the door, wondering why these demons didn't bother with wards. Protecting one's home was a must. Then again, he hadn't thought of that when his brother sent a goon out to visit him. Turned out the goon was playing his brother for a fool, and wanted to become a demon. Good times, he thought, as he stepped into the castle. He followed the stairway down, drawing his .45s and checking each doorway he came to.

Kuvaris tryed to make his puppet return the succubus' greeting in latin, but it couldn't speak the langauge. So he left the human, who fell to the ground unconcious as Kuvaris materialized. He was visibly panting, and his bulge was easily seen through his loincloth.

"Hello to you to. As you can see, I am one your kin." he spoke in latin.

"My kin," she chuckled a throaty sensual sound that usual turned men and women into panting submissives. "Yes if you were born of earth, fire, wind, and rain." Her tail twitched seductively, her naked demonic form becoming aroused at the halfling before her. He was rather attractive and she licked her lips. "I'm on a task set by our lord," she glanced up at the castle. "I think it can wait a day or so for the proper diversion." She noticed the way his eyes travelled up and down her naked form, her bare cunt drawing his eyes almost as much as her tits.

His cock began to ache and throb as she spoke. He wanted her so very badly, and he knew she wanted him. He started rubbing his aching dick through the cloth as his eyes travelled up and down her body. She was easily the most attractive thing he'd seen in a long time.

"Would I be the proper diversion?"

"Proper," she laughed again the throaty chuckle filled with desire. He echoed her wording and she completely forgot how strange the word sounded coming from a demon. "I think you are a very improper and worthy diversion." She stepped off the road, her wings flexing slightly, her thick tail wagging sensually, her tits begging for him to try and suck them off.

Xyan now Olivia once more stepped out of her room were a a leather halter top an matching mini skirt fish nets and heels she had stolen off a dead hooker on one of her her visits to the city. Every time she wore this outfit she remembered the times and the fun she had when she was truly alive or at least mortal. True this outfit made her look like a slut but it also made her look like a dominatrix too which she would use as an a cover story for choosing to live here for she even had a mortal style play dungeon she had built underneaths the main keep of the castle. So Olivia returned to the great hall sitting on her throne to wait her guest.

Kuvaris followed her off the road, pulling off his loincloth as he went after her. He grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her up, so that her tits were in his face, and his cock was able to rub gently against her moist cunt. He licked her nipples with his long forked tongue, and then put his mouth over her right breast and began gently sucking at it.

Even though her senses were dulled in this form, Olivia could still sense multiple presences on their way to the castle. One the half breed of mortal and demon seed was still approaching and fast and was the closest on and possibly the one most threat right now. But she sensed that the two others another demon and a dragon had stopped which was a relief to her. She prepared for visitors she might have. She had security measures in the form of shadow guardians lurking around the place but she hardly used them for the were hard to control in her demon form and impossible as she was now.

A quaint tune played through the rather arcane study, sounding like what bob marly would have done with a classical orchestra, what appeared to be a beautiful, if rather fearsome looking woman swaying gently on a hammock as she slumbered, wearing nothing but cargo pants and a singlet and inadvertently showing off her rather remarkable muscular structure and firm breasts. She rolled to the side slightly as he dream played with her mind, a pleasant coo escaping from her lips as a bludge grew in her pants, clearly she was at least in some ways a he.

His eyes snapped open, any illusion of pleasantness shattered by her gaze "something’s wrong" he muttered, pulling himself out of his hammock and walking to the nearby full length mirror "something’s changing" he placed his hand on the mirror and felt whatever was on the other side, felt the influx of power, and it made her angry.

He had found this castle centuries ago, nobody wanted it, so he bought it, and enchanted himself a little hiding place within its walls, and ever since then it had been his fortress of solitude, if you would allow him such a metaphor, he knew that a number of years ago a demon had taken up residence, he didn’t mind, he kept to himself, the only sign that he was there was a haunting tune that would drift through the halls late at night whenever he got the urge to play one of the many instruments he ha mastered over the years.

But this was to much, to many people, to soon, to close, it was suffocating him, and he was going to put a stop to all of this, he was the master of this house and he was going to make sure they knew it, nit that he would ever be bothered to actually do anything with that status.

He walked through the mirror, coming out in the main bedroom of the castle, the few personal items showing that this was where the first demon had nested "only fitting to start from the top" he remarked as he picked up a discarded piece of clothing, sniffing to catch the scent "now to work" he tossed the rag aside and walked from the room, following his nose to the one who had offended him by opening the doors of the castle.

The count could sense multiple presences nearby but he still slumbered on. He hadn't regained his full strength till yet and he did not want to fight them in his weakened state. He could maybe overpower one or two but there were too many of them. He slept on, as in his sleep state he would be very hard to sense until someone was almost in his room. He had killed a human and drank the life giving liquid out of him on his way here, so his body didn't need nourishment at the moment. He slept on..

As Olivia paced back and forth in the great hall she couldn't helped the sense that she was being watched, that she was not alone. She had her shadow guardians but it was something different something she couldn't recognize something odd. She felt this feeling before but no one is around when she feels it, but usually it feels indifferent but now it feels angry. She was starting to wonder what was attracting all these forces and pretences to her home.

As he made his way through the corridors, Rocker felt more than sensed or saw the presences floating through the halls. Shadows. There was a familiar haunt. Not nearly as bad as a Hell Guardian, he thought, but still pretty bad. Even the blessed nature of the firearms would only wound the creatures. It wouldn't kill them. No, that would take a different power altogether. But that was alright with him. He needed a workout. And he preferred a fight to all the sneaking around anyways.

As he thought that, one of the guardians lunged, sensing his presence. He rolled backwards, firing twice quickly. The bullets hit the target, as they usually did, and the keening from the creature started. He knew that would attract more of them, and as much as he wanted a fight, he didn't want a brawl. In a flash, both handguns were in their holsters. Even faster, he drew his sword, the edge glowing a radiant purple in the face of demons. It was his father's sword, as evidenced by the demonic torso design that comprised the hilt. In an instant, the blade had cut short the keening cry as it sliced through the shadow.

So much for quick and easy.

Little did she know the fireworks that were about to explode at the castle. Seeing that she was a lover not a fighter it was undoubtedly a good thing she wasn't there. She focused her senses on the draconic beast before here, a growl rolling off her lips as her body instantly responded. It was one of the first gifts she'd been bestowed to be able to enjoy sex easily in all it's possible forms.

She had a demonic name, but when Satan uttered it it made her feel weak and small, and there was some power in knowing a name. So she'd picked out a name that was far easier to say and offered it to he current paramour.

"You may call me Kira," her tail slithering happily.