Princess of Hell

I took a shaky breath, wiping the last traces of tears from my cheeks. The emotional storm had passed, leaving me feeling strangely lighter, as if I'd been carrying a weight I hadn't even realized was there.

"Better?" my father asked gently, his golden eyes studying my face with paternal concern.

"Mhm," I managed, my voice still a bit rough. "Thank you for… for not thinking less of me. For not seeing me as broken or wrong somehow."

"Lily." His voice carried that tone of absolute certainty again. "You are my daughter. That will never change, regardless of what complexities your existence might hold."

I nodded, feeling that warm reassurance settle deeper into my chest. He seemed to sense that I'd absorbed the message fully, because his expression shifted slightly, becoming more practical.

"Now then," he said, "I believe we should discuss bringing Faith here so your mother and I can examine her condition properly."

My stomach clenched. "You and Mother would come to see her?"

He chuckled, a sound both amused and slightly rueful. "I would gladly venture outside Hell to help you, but my status makes such movements… complicated. No, you'll need to bring Faith here."

"I don't know about bringing Faith to Hell," I said quickly, anxiety creeping into my voice. "Can't you really come to Earth instead?"

"The heavens monitor my movements quite closely," he explained, his tone taking on a more serious note. "My presence outside Hell's boundaries could be interpreted as aggression by certain factions. Unlike your mother, I lack both the subtlety and the skill to mask my presence effectively."

"Why wouldn't they allow you to leave Hell?" I asked, genuinely curious despite my concerns about Faith.

His expression darkened slightly, and I caught a flash of something bitter in his eyes. "They couldn't stop me if I truly wished to leave, but my presence in the mortal realms would give ambitious gods exactly the excuse they've been seeking for another war."

The way he said 'gods' carried unmistakable disdain, as if the word itself left a bad taste in his mouth.

"What are the heavens like?" I found myself asking, my curiosity overriding my other concerns.

"A playground," he said dismissively, "where young gods can indulge their fantasies of superiority while playing with their mortal pets. They pretend their methods are more noble than demons, but in the end, they're just as manipulative."

Despite the contempt in his voice, I noticed something else—a flicker of longing when he paused, as if remembering something distant.

"Though I must admit," he continued quietly, "I sometimes wonder what my father thinks of how it all turned out."

I wanted to ask about his father, but before I could form the question, he seemed to catch himself and deliberately shifted back to our original topic.

"Which is precisely why you should bring your morta—your friend here," he said, the slight stumble over the word telling me exactly what he'd almost called Faith.

"Would that even be safe?" I pressed. "Bringing someone who's mostly mortal to Hell?"

"She's already partially demonic," he pointed out reasonably. "Most likely she won't require the special protections a mortal would need. Besides, you'd be bringing her directly to the palace—she wouldn't be exposed to the more… dangerous aspects of our realm."

I bit my lip, uncertainty gnawing at me. "I don't know. I don't want to force Faith into anything. And honestly, I didn't exactly sell your help in the most appealing way when I spoke to her before."

My father raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Heat crept up my neck. "I may have mentioned that your methods might be potentially… torturous."

He laughed—actually laughed—at that. "Well, you weren't entirely wrong about the methods. Demonic healing isn't known for its gentleness."

"That's not exactly reassuring," I muttered.

"The point is, we could help her understand what's happening to her body, possibly even reverse the changes." His expression grew more serious. "Whatever you did to save her life was powerful, but crude. Worst case scenario, her transformation could become unstable."

"I'll think about it," I said finally. "But I need you to promise me something."

"What would that be?"

"No turning Faith into a full demon unless she agrees to it herself. And no coercing her into agreeing either."

My father studied me for a moment, and I saw approval in his expression. "You're protective of her."

"She's important to me," I said simply. "Even if we can't be together, I won't let anyone hurt her. Not even to help her."

"Very well," he said with a slight nod. "I give you my word. Any assistance we provide will be with her full, uncoerced consent."

The promise eased some of my tension, though the thought of bringing Faith to Hell still made my stomach churn with worry. How could I explain to her that the safest way to help her involved voluntarily entering the realm of eternal damnation?

But if it was the only way to understand what was happening to her, to possibly help her control or reverse the changes…

I'd have to find a way to make her understand.

* * *

As I left my father's study, the weight of our conversation still settling in my mind, I found Anastasia waiting just outside the door. Her crimson skin seemed to glow in the corridor's ambient light, and those distinctive yellow eyes with black sclera fixed on me with their usual devoted attention.

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"Princess," she said with a small bow. "I trust your meeting went well?"

"It did, thank you." I smoothed down my hair, still processing everything my father had told me. "Do you know where Aria is? I should collect her before we head back to the Academy."

Anastasia's expression shifted slightly, and I caught what might have been the faintest hint of amusement in her eyes. "She's in the leisure wing, Princess. Your father's butler escorted her there after your meeting began."

My steps faltered. The leisure wing. Of course.

I'd successfully avoided that particular section of the palace since awakening in this body. When I was still struggling with my succubus nature, still fighting against urges I didn't understand, the last thing I'd needed was to encounter whatever temptations lay within those walls.

The leisure wing had been built specifically for my mother—a space where she could satisfy the needs that came with being a succubus. My father, being an angel even if fallen, understood that expecting monogamy from someone of Lilith's nature would be not just unrealistic but cruel. Angels weren't exactly renowned for their sexual appetites, and Lilith's requirements far exceeded what he could provide.

Now, for the first time since my awakening, I was about to see exactly what made this wing so… accommodating.

"Lead the way," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Anastasia nodded and began walking down a corridor I'd never explored. The architecture here was subtly different—the obsidian walls seemed to pulse with a warmer energy, and the air itself felt charged with something that made my succubus senses tingle.

We passed through an ornate archway marked with symbols I recognised as protective wards, and suddenly we were in an entirely different realm within the palace. The lighting here was softer, more intimate, and I could smell something in the air that reminded me of roses mixed with something distinctly… arousing.

A succubus in flowing silk robes approached us, her smile brightening considerably when she saw me. Her entire demeanour shifted from professional courtesy to genuine delight.

"Princess Lily!" she exclaimed, her voice warm with what seemed like relief. "How wonderful to finally see you here. I'm Delilah, head mistress of leisure services. We've been hoping you might visit us someday."

The way she said it made me feel like my absence had been noted and regretted by the entire staff.

"I'm looking for my friend," I said, suddenly feeling oddly nervous. "Ariasielle Nova? She should have arrived a little while ago."

"Of course! Miss Nova has been thoroughly enjoying our facilities." Delilah's smile grew even brighter. "Please, allow me to escort you to her personally."

She gestured deeper into the wing, and I followed, Anastasia remaining a respectful distance behind us. As we walked, I began to understand why this place had such a reputation. Every detail seemed designed to appeal to succubus sensibilities—from the way the walls curved to create intimate alcoves, to the subtle magical emanations that seemed to encourage relaxation and… other things.

We passed several doors, some closed, others partially open to reveal glimpses of spaces that made my cheeks warm. The sounds drifting from various rooms left little doubt about the activities taking place within.

Then, from somewhere ahead, I heard it—Aria's distinctive giggle, barely audible but unmistakably hers. The sound carried a note of pure joy that made me smile despite my nervousness about what exactly she might be giggling about.

"This way," Delilah said, leading us toward the source of that familiar laughter.

* * *

The laughter ahead grew louder, then shifted into something else entirely—soft moans that made my succubus senses perk up with interest. Those moans became increasingly muffled, and I felt my cheeks warming as we approached whatever scene awaited us.

Delilah led us around a corner into what appeared to be a luxurious chamber with silk-draped walls and plush cushions scattered across an ornate carpet. What I saw there made me stop dead in my tracks.

Aria was… well, there was no delicate way to put it. She was being thoroughly attended to by what appeared to be an entire team of pleasure slaves. Two muscular men positioned beneath and behind her while a third stood before her, his movements creating the muffled sounds I'd heard. A beautiful woman with flowing dark hair knelt beside them, her hands and mouth working expertly across Aria's exposed skin.

It looked exactly like something from the most elaborate adult entertainment I could imagine, except this was real, and it was my best friend at the centre of it all.

As I stood there trying to process the scene, Aria's purple eyes found mine over the shoulder of the man in front of her. Without missing a beat, she pushed him away from her mouth and waved enthusiastically.

"Lily!" she called out, her voice breathless but delighted. "This place is absolutely amazing! I can't believe you've been hoarding all this for yourself!"

I opened my mouth to explain that I'd never actually been here before, but Aria continued before I could speak.

"No wonder you never wanted to go out if you could come home to this!" She gestured around the room with obvious appreciation. "The service here is incredible!"

The pleasure slaves had all frozen when they noticed me, their eyes wide with what looked like a mixture of recognition and uncertainty. Without thinking, I found myself saying, "Don't mind me, please continue."

They immediately resumed their activities, and Aria let out a pleased sigh before focusing on me again.

"Don't just stand there watching," she said with a grin that was both inviting and slightly challenging. "Come join us! There's plenty of room, and I'm sure they'd love to attend to their princess."

The sheer absurdity of the situation hit me like a physical blow. Here I was, having a casual conversation with my best friend while she was being… well, thoroughly fucked by multiple people. And I'd just casually ordered them to continue as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

For a moment, my old human self surfaced with stunning clarity. But then my body responded to the scene before me, arousal flooding through my system with an intensity that reminded me exactly what I was now. The sounds, the scents, the raw sexuality of it all—my succubus nature didn't just approve, it craved participation.

I let out a single, resigned sigh as I began moving towards the group.

"This is actually my first time here too," I mumbled, more to myself than anyone else.

Behind me, I remembered Anastasia's presence and turned back to her. "You're free to leave if you'd prefer, or… join us. Whichever you're comfortable with."

The effect on Anastasia was immediate and dramatic. Her yellow eyes went wide, her mouth opened and closed several times without producing sound, and her crimson skin somehow managed to turn an even deeper shade of red. She looked like someone had just asked her to solve an impossible mathematical equation while standing on her head.

"I… Princess… that is…" she stammered, her usual composed demeanour completely shattered.

Aria's laughter rang out again, somehow managing to sound both amused and breathless. "I think you broke your maid, Lily!"

I turned back to Aria with a slight smile. "The offer was genuine, you know. Anastasia has been incredibly loyal, and she deserves to enjoy herself if she wants to."

Delilah, meanwhile, was beaming with obvious satisfaction. "Wonderful! I'll have additional attendants brought in immediately. We want to ensure you have the full leisure wing experience, Princess."

"That won't be necessary," I said, already reaching for the fastenings of my clothing. "I think there are quite enough people here already."

Aria laughed delightedly. "That's the spirit! I was beginning to think you'd gone completely prudish on me."

As I shed my garments and moved to join the tangle of bodies, I caught sight of Anastasia still frozen in the doorway, looking like her entire worldview had just been turned upside down. Part of me felt a little guilty for breaking her brain like that, but the larger part was already focused on more immediate concerns.

The moment I settled into the group, skilled hands began exploring my body with practised expertise. The attendants seemed to instinctively know exactly how to touch me, where to focus their attention, and I found myself melting into the experience with surprising ease.

"Much better," Aria murmured approvingly, then promptly returned her attention to the man who'd been waiting patiently for her.