Nurse Demoness Chapter 3

In the second circle of hell, on one of the minor planes named Vitae, ruled the succubus Rathae. She had her plane divided into nine districts, each governed by a weaker succubus. Rathae was considered influential through her dimension, but in actuality, the demoness’s domain belonged to an even bigger hierarchy of minor planes that made up a larger plane called Cupido. After that, the planes continued until eventually it was just called the Plane of Lust, The Second Circle.

Ashkrath was an even lesser succubus than Rathae, but she ruled one of the nine districts on the plane Vitae named Desert. The demon was not having a good day, and she was listening to one of her subordinates, an imp named Pu. He was sputtering on about the current problem she was facing.

“M-m-master, I can’t answer where all of the souls are going,” Pu said.

Ashkrath looked at the imp in disbelief. How did she ever employ such a thing? She knew the answer, which was that this far down on the totem pole, the pool for reliable and smart demons lay depleted. Smart demons hid and bided their time until they could promote up more than one station. They fed off of scraps for years, but Ashkrath had been too impatient for that. Now she was in serious trouble.

“Who is stealing them?” she asked.

“We can’t find anyone,” he replied.

She knew Pu probably right. The actual issue is that the souls had been stymied off from arriving on the plane. Ashkrath was hoping that her subordinates would be able to tell her such a thing, but they were too dumb. Instead, they had focused on wasting time with seeing who within the ranks was stealing souls. That was the first place to look, but then again, not the only place to look. Anyone of them could have brought her the information she already knew, and she would have been incredibly grateful. It meant they were a cut above and worthy of sharing her bed.

“Enough,” she said.

The imp shut his mouth, fear crossing his yellow face. Her throne, as small as it was, set her far apart from those that would gather in her presence. There was only Pu and herself so when her anger exploded, Pu was the only one there to take her wrath.

“Master no!”

Black claws ripped through the leathery yellow flesh of Pu. Screams emitted from him, but there was no escaping her. It was a waste to kill him in such a way, being that absorbing the weaker was a good way to get the precious souls he would have possessed, but there was no way she was going to fuck such a vile creature. Pu disappeared in a wisp of black smoke, and the demoness turned away in disgust.

She wanted to feed so badly but even if Pu had been worth it, if she grew stronger while the souls in her plain weren’t showing up, it could spell trouble for her. Rathae did not take kindly to failing subordinates. Screaming in frustration, Ashkrath headed to her bed chambers where she looked upon her domain from a palace balcony.

There were worst issues than a visit from her superior. She had killed Pu out of anger and even though fear was a good way to rule in some aspects, its use would eventually breed teamwork among her minions. Teamwork that would lead to the underlings attacking her for a bid in power. Everything she thought of only meant trouble until one particular thought crossed her mind.

What if the souls weren’t reaching here because a demon that was supposed to be on her plane was in fact on a mortal plane. When the demon there was feeding, it was taking the quota not for just her, but

for the entire plain. That idea quickly became an explanation in which there was a chance to prove herself and to escape the desert wasteland of her domain. Who could she trust to look watch over while she left to see her superior?

The only one she could think of was Gar. Summoning the crypt demon was difficult. Even though he was technically weaker, the demon did not like to answer to her. He would come if called, but he would ask an enormous price for it. Everything in hell had a price and often the currency were flesh orientated. In a flash of bright green light, Gar, the Six-Armed Reptile, appeared.

“What!” Gar said. She had woken him from a nap it seemed.

“I need your assistance, my friend,” she said.

“Oh, you do? Why would I want to help you?”

“I’ll pay you an exceptional price,” she said.

Yellow reptile eyes peered at her in disbelief. Often, the negotiations were a drawn out, but she wanted to leave. She already knew what he wanted and was ready to offer it.

“I want three prices,” he said.

That meant three days of sex. Sex being the only real currency available in the lust circle. Gar didn’t get out much and even though he was technically a weaker demon, he had surprised much stronger demons. A conniving little reptile, Gar, was more than fit to run her domain while she was away.

“When I return, I’ll give you five,” she said.

The extra offer of two days took Gar by surprise. His mouth hung agape showing cracked yellow teeth.

“Deal,” he said.

“So what am I doing?”

“You are running my domain in my absence. I have to see my superior,” she said.

“I should have asked before hand. Anyway, you’d let me out of this?”

“Come now Gar, don’t you want some of this beautiful ass?”

“It’s small, but it can take a pounding,” he said.

Gar turned away from his mistress and headed down to the throne room.

“I reserve the right to kill anyone who opposes or is too stupid,” he called back.

She laughed in response, knowing that the rest of the minions here were in trouble. Not that she cared too much. The thinning of the herd was better accomplished at someone else’s hands. Maybe her news would gain her promotion from her master. Smiling she went to getting ready before she headed out.

The district named Desert lived up to its name. Punishing heat bore not from the sky but the very rocks themselves. This region was known, almost famously, of its unforgiving environment. The heat caused Ashkrath to sweat as she walked in it. All demons had a way to fly in some form, but Ashkrath refused to use her wings. They were her pride. A flawless pair of wings. It limited her in combat, but then again, it made opponents underestimate her too.

Over hard surface the succubus walked, hoofed feet echoing as they clacked against the stone. Out her, in her domain, there was little to fear. The occasional demonic beast or monster was a worry, but by now, her reputation had filtered through the land as someone not to trouble. The actual walk took no longer than a few hours, but it felt like days to Ashkrath. She arrived at Rathae’s castle in a sheen of sweat and exhausted.

“Halt, who approaches Rathae’s domain,” a stern voice said.

Ashkrath was taken aback when a gargoyle-like demon landed in front of her.