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dragged her up
to his level. She yelped with pain and her lip trembled with fear.
But Bael released her, planting a kiss on her cheek, possessively.
His message was plain. That being; she's mine, don't look at her like that
again . “You
may have one of the greatest beauties, for your own pleasure. She
will accompany you on your earthly visits, after enlightenment has
been achieved.”
    “ My Lord is most generous,” Uvall brushed away the
reprimand over Evita instantly. He was thrilled inside, more than
pleased with his potential and very unexpected bonus. Not so much
the honor of a chair at the side of Bael, as his Dark Prince, but
more the prospect of possessing a succubus handmaiden of his own.
It was a very great honor to possess such a chattel. An honor
limited to the most senior of positions. The Lord and his Princes
of Darkness only. There were no other women in Hell but for the
three succubi. Hell was very much a male domain. That was all down
to Satan's rule in the long distant past. He would not tolerate
women in Hell at all. Satan considered they were unreliable and
only useful for fuel in his fires. The fact Bael had introduced the
Succubi was a giant stride forward in sexual equality in
Hell.
    A succubus was created from a human woman.
She had to be a woman of the purest beauty and virtue. And she had
to come willingly to her task - to enter the depths of Hell of her
own free will and choosing. Her future, immortal beauty, and a
position of high consort was guaranteed, almost for eternity, or
for as long as her Lord existed. But of course, the price she would
pay was living underground, in this oppressive and darkened world,
and slavery to the devil's desires. As a consequence, such women
were not to be found in great supply.
    His mouth watered at the thought of the
wealth of enjoyment with her and the riches that lay ahead.
    “ I can afford to be generous, I
will soon be master of the realities.” Bael smiled, his nostrils
flaring with excitement.
    A look of understanding passed between
them.
    The understanding was, that they would not
be forcibly tethered underground in the future, with such limited
resources as they currently had at their disposal. The earth's
riches would be theirs to enjoy openly and fully. Within the
confines of their immortality, of course.
    A demon could spend only limited time in the
realities. His power diminished rapidly over the days. Three days
was maximum exposure before a long length of recuperation was
needed. If a demon stayed on the earth's surface for too long, he
would start to revert to human form and become a mortal being. The
temptation had crossed Uvall's mind often enough, when he was weary
of his existence, but what held him back from ending his
confinement underground, was the end of mortal life. His mortal
death. Or more to the point, what followed his mortal death.
    The demon dukes would never be allowed
access to Heaven. However good a life they led in their mortal
phase. They'd already been cast down. They were all fallen angels,
and in truth they had no taste for Heaven anyway. It was sterile
and too pure for their nature. And the alternative ending, in Hell,
as a lost soul, suffering in the fires of eternity, held no appeal
whatsoever.
    Being a demon duke, with open access to the
realities was far more appealing and the best of a bad lot. He
simply had to endure his hellish surroundings in between visits.
Having a succubus to entertain himself with and to while away his
time, would make that so much more pleasurable.
    Wasn't this just what he
wanted? What he needed? And what he had prayed to the depths of
Hell for?
    His hard heart filled with enthusiasm inside
his ancient jaded chest.
    During this reign of the Seraph, which was
about to come to an abrupt, and pitiful end, he was forced to sneak
up to the realities through a back door. The main doors of Hell
were heavily chained and barred, and guarded continuously by the
Seraph. But there were other ways to