I lounged on my throne, feeling the warmth of a woman kneeling beneath me, her tongue tracing over the arch of my foot, almost like she was in a trance. Her hand gripped my ankle with reverence, holding it as if it were some sacred object. I barely paid her attention, my gaze fixed on the woman standing in front of me.
"Your sadistic nature hasn't changed a bit, Satania," said the woman, another Princess of Hell like myself.
"Well, your proclivities are far worse than mine, Asmodeus," I shot back with a smirk.
Asmodeus, the Princess of Lust, was infamous for her unquenchable desires, a fitting title for her. While I reigned over Wrath, her lust wasn't what one might expect—her cravings were directed solely toward women. She could grow limbs at will, and even parts that didn't belong on a woman. That ability was the source of many of her exploits.
"So, what brings you here? With the war against the humans on the horizon, I'm assuming you're here to check on the preparations."
