I leaned back in the chair, arms crossed, the aftertaste of adrenaline still sharp on my tongue.
"So what's next?" I asked, voice low but edged with genuine curiosity. "We just lit two human billionaires on demonic fire and turned them into walking extinction events. Where does the chessboard go from here?"
Lilith's golden eyes glittered with something ancient and amused. She traced one crimson nail along the edge of the obsidian table, leaving a faint scorch mark in its wake.
"Next," she purred, "the Voss siblings will retrieve Langford and Reed before they glass half the city. They'll be brought here—bound in runic chains, sedated, screaming. Our best succubus therapists (yes, we have those) will spend weeks, months if necessary, peeling back the layers of betrayal, grief, and rage. We'll ride their nightmares, drink their pain, and when they're hollow enough, we'll fill the void with purpose. Loyalty. Gratitude. By the time we're done, those two men will beg to serve the Directorate. They'll become our most devastating weapons, aimed straight at the Celestial Council when the war finally ignites."
She leaned forward, breasts pressing dangerously against the silk of her blouse. "You two did the hard part. You cracked their worlds open. Now we harvest the pieces. Mission complete. Go rest. Fuck. Drink. Do whatever pretty little demons do to unwind. I'll call you when the next board is set."
Kai and I exchanged a glance (equal parts exhaustion and dark satisfaction), then rose in perfect sync. We bowed, low and respectful, the way you bow to a queen who could unmake you with a sigh. Lilith's lips curved in approval as the doors hissed shut behind us.
The moment we were alone in the corridor, the weight of the day crashed down.
Kai exhaled hard, rolling his shoulders. "Holy shit, Ace. I still get half-hard just thinking about Elena's face when I made her squirt in her own wedding dress."
I barked a laugh. "You should've seen Mom when I bent her over the altar at midnight mass. Thought the holy water was gonna start boiling."
We kept walking, boots echoing, trading the filthiest highlights like war stories. Every agent we passed greeted us with reverence:
"Nice work topside, princes."
"Langford extraction was poetry."
"Fuck, you two are terrifying."
A pair of junior succubi in skin-tight latex bodysuits practically materialized in front of us, tails swishing, eyes glowing violet.
"Prince Ace, Prince Kai," the brunette breathed, pressing her body against my arm, nipples hard enough to cut glass through the latex. "We've got a free hour… or three. Care to celebrate properly?"
Her blonde partner was already trailing fingers down Kai's chest, purring, "I've been wet since the live feed of the hotel went up in flames."
Kai's grin was pure sin. "Lead the way, girls."
Five minutes later the four of us split off, two separate suites, doors sealing with a soft pneumatic hiss.
My succubus (Nyxia, she'd whispered, voice like smoke and honey) pushed me inside first. The room was all black marble and crimson velvet, a massive bed floating three feet off the ground on chains of living shadow. Candles made of hellfire flickered in mid-air, casting everything in blood-warm light.
Nyxia didn't waste time. She dropped to her knees the second the door locked, claws shredding my belt like tissue paper. My cock sprang free, already aching. She looked up at me with those glowing amethyst eyes, tongue (longer than humanly possible) curling around the head once, twice, before she swallowed me to the root in one slick glide. Wet heat, perfect suction, the soft scrape of fangs that never quite broke skin. I groaned, fingers tangling in her midnight hair as she bobbed, throat fluttering, drool spilling down her chin onto those perfect tits.
Across the base, in the mirror suite, I knew Kai was getting the exact same treatment, probably already balls-deep in the blonde, her legs over his shoulders while she screamed his name loud enough to rattle the walls.
Back in the conference room, alone now, Lilith Valerious finally allowed herself a slow, predatory smile.
She closed the mission dossier with a snap. From a hidden drawer she withdrew a crystal data-orb, no larger than a plum, pulsing with captured light. One flick of her wrist and it projected a perfect 360-degree holo above the table: every depraved second Kai and I had recorded over the last six months.
Elena, bent over, sobbing Victor's name while Kai ruined her.
The twins, tag-teamed on silk sheets, begging "Daddy" in broken voices.
My own mother, legs spread wide on the family dining table, pussy dripping as she swore her son was the only man she'd ever need.
Wet sounds filled the room, moans, whimpers, flesh slapping flesh. Lilith's breath hitched. She sank back into her throne, thighs parting beneath the desk. One hand slipped under the waistband of her lace panties (already soaked), two elegant fingers sliding into slick, molten heat. She fucked herself slowly at first, matching the rhythm of the holo, eyes locked on the moment I'd made my mother come so hard she blacked out.
Her other hand ripped open her blouse; buttons pinged across the room. She dragged a heavy breast free, pinched the nipple until it darkened to blood-red, then squeezed hard enough to leave bruises that healed instantly. A low, animal growl rumbled in her throat. She bit her lower lip hard enough to draw ichor, golden demon blood beading like jewels.
Faster now, fingers plunging, palm grinding against her swollen clit. Her hips rolled in the chair, stockings tearing at the thighs from the friction. The holo zoomed in on my sister's face (eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream as I filled her a final time). That image sent Lilith over.
She came with a snarl that shook the lights, pussy clenching around her fingers, juices flooding her hand and dripping onto the leather seat in thick, glistening strands. Her wings (massive, black, leathery) unfurled involuntarily, knocking over a decanter of hellwine. She rode the aftershocks for a full minute, chest heaving, eyes glowing like twin suns.
When it passed, she licked her fingers clean with deliberate slowness, savoring the taste of her own arousal mixed with the lingering memory of our sins.
Then she waved the holo away, straightened her skirt, and went back to work, as if she hadn't just masturbated to the apocalypse we'd authored.
Phase two was already in motion.
And somewhere deep below, in the dark heart of the Directorate, two new Hellfire Sovereigns were about to be born screaming.