Chapter 3: Which witch is which?

The demonic kingdom was thought to be a barren hell-scape in the eyes of humans that had never seen it. Like all forms of information there was often truth within the lie. Unlike the kingdoms to the west, the eastern landscape was home to more volcanic activity. Still, there were various places of exuberant green plants and vast lumbering trees. Many of plants produced luscious fruits that could be eaten right off the plant – avoiding the obvious poisonous ones.

Like the human cities of the west, demons too had a vast number of cities, towns and villages spread throughout the kingdom. One notable city was the royal capital of Pesadilla in the Aystaria kingdom. The city had been built beside a dormant volcano and while there was a faint hue of a red hue in the air, the city was similar to any human city in the west. Castles were of similar architecture with a notable difference in the fact the Pesadilla castle was suspended off the ground and levitated over the city.

Faerlyia Zelkar was propped up against a single tree enjoying her book on alchemy and studying the various herbs. Her shoes and stockings were off as she embraced the calming breeze that blew gently from the north. As she rubbed her feet against the grass, she took in the sensitisations and closed her eyes. It was different but still a wonderful experience.

“You know, it is truly remarkable how you are able to mask your presence to the point even I have trouble detecting you,” Faerlyia said as she as she drew her focus back into the pages of her book.

Syora stood against the back of the tree impressed that someone like Faerlyia could sense her.

“We would make a poor assassin if we could not sneak up on you.”

Closing her book Faerlyia smiled.

“True. All it takes is one second and a life could cease to exist. Kind of funny, is it not?” Faerlyia asked as she stood to her feet.

Taking a moment to stretch, Faerlyia cracked her back as her breast redefined the laws of elasticity and physics. Faerlyia took a second to adjust the black ribbon that tied off her ashen hair on the right side. While there were variants of demons throughout the demonic kingdom, Faerlyia was a succubus who was renown for her magic, alchemy and ability to teach. She wore a white top that exposed her shoulders and part of her cleavage. For succubi, their breast and stomach were considered areas of value. Her navy blue skirt left little to the eye with how short it was. Around her hip was a brown leather bag that contained various grimoires she had collected throughout her travels.

“Pretty sure you are not a philosophical teacher.”

Picking up her witches hat that matched the rest of her outfit, she made her way over to Syora as she adjusted her hat.

“Not philosophical if it is a fact. Would you say your science teacher is wrong?”

Syora made his way to the large gothic castle in the distance, causally strolling along with his arms resting against the back of her head while Faerlyia followed alongside him.

“Biological matter decays over time. It is irrelevant if it is one second or a fraction of a second.”

The two of them were greeted at the entrance of the castle by servant. She was dressed in a maid outfit and bowed her head as she held up the large doors with only one hand. Inside, the castle was adorned with various ornamental decorations. Paved stone walls and flooring were made soft and inviting from the use of soft crimson red carpet.

“Honestly, I wonder if the maids could keep up with me,” Faerlyia joked as the two of them continued up a flight of stairs.

“Doubtful.”

“Still playing your role as the cold one who rarely talks, I see, Syora. What about you, Syaiori? Still doing the cutesy demon aesthetic?”

Syaiori giggled and playfully twirled on the ball of her foot as she struck a cute pose.

“Yup! We figured this was better than trying to play as one. Having a this body switch between two personalities makes it more unique.”

Faerlyia giggled as the two of them rounded a corner.

“It is unique though you appear psychopathic. Which surprisingly fits you two.”

“Indeed,” Syora said.

“Definitely!” Syaiori remarked.

The two of stopped before a large wooden door. They knew that beyond the door was the room where all the important council debates and strategic talk happened. Opening the door, the two of them entered and took their seats at the dark ebony table which took up a large portion of the room. Various demon commanders sat around the table as they all remained silent and waited.

Sitting at the head of the table was the current demon lord. She had long white hair with a strand that flowed down to her breast. Unlike the other demons of pure blood, her left eye was blue while her right eye was red. Around her neck was a black collar with a bat on it. Her white frilly top revealed her slender shoulders while the red trimming help to accent the colour and her beautiful. Her left arm was covered in a black tribal tattoo while on her right hand she wore a black fingerless glove.

“Good, looks like everyone is here. Let’s begin,” demon lord Aystaria spoke.

“Unit One is facing resistance on the frontier but nothing of worry,” spoke a demon with large muscles and an axe on his back.

“Unit Two is struggling to take a foothold within the forest. We shall continue to advance until ordered otherwise,” a petite demonic elf spoke.

Each of the other units continued to report in.

“Unit Six has no issues,” Syora and Syaiori say in unison.

“Yeah, you say that but how do we know you aren’t just lying?” the commander of Unit Five spoke as he looked over to the petite body before him.

“Results do not lie. People do,” Syora calmly said.

“Unlike you,” Syaiori giggled as she smirked with a grin like a child.

“What did you say?” the Unit Five commander yelled as he stood up in a fit of rage.

Syora sighed.

“That is seven.”

“One… two… three… yup! Seven,” Syaiori said in a cheerful tone.

“What?”

“Seven times I could have taken your life and extinguish your existence,” Syora said in a cold tone.

It took the commander a bit to realise it but he had been ensnared in a web of abyssal threads. They were thin as the smallest nanoparticle but still strong and able to slice open a dragon without any trouble. Faerlyia giggled as she rested her cheek against the palm of her hand.

“I believe I counted eight.”

Aystaria could only giggle at everything that was happening before her eyes.

“Nine actually. All quite fatal and some rather gruesome. Gramech, it would be wise of you to not to berate my friends who produce results when you have failed to do so.”

Gramech was annoyed but unable to cause any more trouble for the demon lord.

“Now, continue.”

The other units gave their reports until it was Faerlyia turned to report.

“Unit Nine, no problems.”

“Good. All units will continue with their assigned operations.”

With nothing left to report, everyone started to take their leave. Gramech was still furious about his humiliation. He wanted to fight was prepared to duel in order to prove his worth.

“Gramech, is there something you need?” the demon lord asked.

“I want to duel them!” Gramech said as he pointed to the person that had embarrassed them.

Aystaria could only sigh heavily. She was fully aware of the outcome and did not want to waste time with pointless fights.

“Fine, duel or whatever. Sy-Sy, please try not to kill him, if you would be so kind,” Aystaria said with a smile.

“Sure,” Syora and Syaiori said in unison.

The body of the twins pointed a finger at Gramech. In a show of immense power, a ball of magical energy started to form and continuously grew. With just a few second, the ball had grown the height of the whole room. Aystaria and Faerlyia stood their calmly as Gramech started to feel the fear of death in his heart. He was going to die.

“Finger… of… sleep,” Syora and Syaiori said.

In an instant Gramech felt asleep, hitting the floor like a brick.

“Now that we are finished with that,” Aystaria said as she summoned a maid from within the castle.

A maid appeared at the door fully ready to serve the demon lord in whatever task she required to be done.

“Take Gramech to his room, if you would please.”

Once the three of them were alone, Aystaria turned to the large window that showed a grand view of the city. In war, there was always a conflict that needed to be carried out. Large scale wars were ever present and it was here that many believed the glory, honour and fame was the factor in determining the outcome of the battle. This was far from the case.

A battle without information was a losing battle, a war with no insight was a one-sided failure. The three people in the room understood this better than anyone else. There was a war that happened in the shadows, a war of information that did not call on glory, honour or fame. There was no chivalrous knight to do the right thing – only those who were left to tell the tale. While demon lord Aystaria knew this, she still needed those willing to control the battle from the shadows.

“Tell me, Fae. What does the kingdom of Syalica look like?” Aystaria asked as she turned to Faerlyia.

“My girls have infiltrated the city and maintain locations throughout key areas. As requested, we have also helped the members of Unit Six with their task.”

“Glad to hear it. Hopefully, when this war is over peace will reign for all races.”

“It is a shame it has to be like this. I guess war never changes regardless of the world,” Faerylia said as she looked out to the city.

“Even your world had wars?”

“Many. For the most part we learned from history but alas, humans will always be a violent and destructive race. Part of me is glad I was reincarnated as a demon but I am also glad I found one of my students… well, a fracture of them,” Faerlyia said with a smiles as she looked over to her former student.

“If we are done here, I have a hero to slay,” Syora said.

“I have nothing farther to add so you may leave if you wish,” Aystaria said.

Syora made his way to the exit.

“Brother, you got to tell her,” Syaiori spoke.

“Oh right, Fae, tell your girls to inform Soyphe that the plan is to be executed on the sixth hour. She will know what it means,” Syora said without turning back and exiting the room.

“Copy that.”

Once the door had closed, Faerlyia turned back to the beautiful landscape before her eyes.

“You are quite enamoured of them, aren’t you?” Aystaria noted.

“I am. In our past life I was their teacher. They were always beyond even my lectures in the classroom. Truly, students that would have changed our world.”

“Do you wish they had not been reincarnated into this world?”

It was hard for Faerlyia to say. When she was first reincarnated into this world she felt lost. There was no sense of direction. She struggled to find meaning until she had the realisation to become a teacher. Clawing her way up with both her intelligence and lustful body, she managed to reach a point in her life where is was able to teach at a prestigious academy to better change the world.

“They will change this world instead for the better. I’m just glad I get to be a part of it,” Faerlyia said with a lustful smile.

“I see. Feel free to be on your way then. I expect great things from the two of you.”

#

Hime Nishinaki could feel the life drain from her body, like a succubus draining the essence. The Japanese education system was a lot of work, little pay and having to deal with teenagers did not understand what went into teaching. Still, Hime did not do the job for the money or anything of the sort. She did it because she loved teaching. Her passion was enriching the minds of students and opening their thinking beyond just technical application. In her eyes, there were teachers that did the bare minimum and those that went beyond to help students understand what they comprehending.

Yet, with each step she took, her body was ready to fall to the cold hard side walk. She could feel her feet crying out in pain as she continued to place one foot in front of the our – high-heels were a spawn of evil that girls should never have to wear. Continuing to climb the stairs to her apartment, she reached for her keys in hopes of opening the door the second she reached her unit.

She looked over to see the number on her unit was falling off. Instead of reading 221B, the uppercase character was hanging on by a single nail that made the letter hang upside down. Her apartment unit was small but it was cheap and provided a place to live. Opening the door, she was greeted with a small kitchen area and the step up area where she could remove her shoes. Without delay, she removed her high-heels and opened a door into the main room. It was small but served as both a living room and bedroom.

Throwing her keys on the nearby table and greeting her bed with a loving embrace, she sighed as she allowed her body to relax. Every bone in her body was in pain. Her shoulders were stiff, she felt like she had no sleep, her back was killing her and she was in need of foot massage. Turning over onto her back she took a moment to enjoy the feeling as laid her arms above her head.

“Staff meetings are always so boring.”

Using what strength she had to lift her left arm, Hime looked at the time on her wristwatch.

“If only I could spend my time engaging in conversation with them. The way their minds work is far beyond the average genius.”

Her body ached but she still have work that needed to be done. Teaching was only one job that barely managed to pay rent and other utilities. She still needed income for food, household items and clothes. Getting herself out of bed, she carefully placed her aching feet on the floor and moved across the room to a large mirror she kept. Long black hair tied in a ponytail, dressed in a white long sleeve shirt, black blazer, miniskirt and black stockings. Hime was the embodiment of a typical Japanese high-school teacher. Heavy bags under her eyes told the telling story about her sleep and how non-existence it was.

“Well, better get a shower and get ready for my second job.”

She removed each piece of clothing and allowed it to fall to the floor until she stood there in her black lace underwear. Her body was racked in various scars. Cuts, bruises, burns and even small sections of her skin that had been cut off. Every part of her had been violated beyond repair. Still, she had job to do.

Once she had finished her shower she pulled out an outfit she often wore due to its high demand. The clothes were a gyaru schoolgirl outfit that consisted of a white short sleeve buttoned up shirt, a pink plaid skirt and black knee-high socks. She meticulous crafted her appearance with makeup and cute pigtails to make herself go from 33 to looking only 17 years of age. After looking herself over from head to toe, she smiled and posed.

“Perfect!”

Grabbing her phone and a brown cardigan, she tied it around her waist and placed her phone in her pocket. As she headed for the door, she slipped her petite feet into a pair of brown loafers and exited out into the wilds of the streets. The city was busy during the night hours and often alive on Saturday. Sounds entered her ears from causal conversations to the cars on the streets.

Heading down a few blocks and into a more quiet part of the city, she made her way down a narrow alleyway that saw little use from the average pedestrian. In the distance she could see a man in a navy blue business suit. The man’s blond give a strong indication that he was American. Hime had spent some time over in the United States and enjoyed her time over there. She had managed to learn English well enough to converse with the locals and earned a certificate at one of the schools for mastery of the English language.

By how the man was acting and his appearance, Hime figured the man was a tourist trying to have a good time in Japan before he had to fly back home. As she approached him, she turned on her charm that made her appear cute. A cute giggle forced the man to look in her direction.

“You appear lost. Perhaps, I could help you out,” Hime spoke, her English and pronunciation mirror a native English speaker.

“Ah, good. You speak English. I wish to purchase your service with this amerciable money and acquire a pleasurable endeavour through use of equivalent exchange.”

Hime was stunned for a second but laughed at what the man had said. She had been around for years and yet this was the first time she had ever heard someone be so nervous that they try to act formal in acquiescing her services. All she could do was giggle in cute playful tone and smile as she stared into the man’s eyes.

“I think we can come to an arrangement that will benefit both of us,” Hime said in a seductive voice.

She took the money from the man’s hand and led him into one of the nearby alleyways.

“Let me show you about thermal expansion.”

Various sounds rang out from the alleyway that were not for child to hear. In only a few short minutes the man emerged from the alleyway with his mind stuck in the clouds. The man had no words to describe what he felt in that alleyway but he knew that he would tell his friends about it for the rest of his life.

Hime smiled and licked her lips of the residue that was on her mouth as she put her cardigan on.

“Fluid mechanics never fails.”

After counting the money, she placed it in the pocket of her cardigan and pulled out her phone.

“I was glad I could help that man. Helping others with the burdens they carry is nice.”

As Hime scrolled through her phone she looked at all the names in the phone she had. Every person at a reason to need her. She took away their pain for a night. Even if she did not have to engage in sexual acts every night, there was still a place for her to help. Listening to customers, talking to them, hearing about their sexual fantasies, letting them try various things on her and the obvious pleasures.

She had heard many stories from people, all of them wanted one thing: to be accepted. They needed to be accepted for who they were and what they loved. Hime was always their to accept them, even if it was all a lie. Deep down, she wanted to help others with their pain and allow them the means to express themselves without fear or judgement. There was so much she had experienced throughout her lifetime in this profession. A young guy exploring his foot fetish, a form graduate student who wanted a lesbian romance with her teacher, a sadist teasing body in ways that made her squirm, all those experiences made Hime feel fulfilled.

Before she could put her phone away, a text message appeared from a form contact.

“Speak of the devil. Guess he finally told his wife and now he needs an outlet. Looks like I am that outlet tonight,” Hime said with a smile as she tried to hold back her pleasure.

After texting the number, she placed her phone in her pocket and made her way to the designated location. The spot was a dark one way street with a single street light at one of the corners. While to most it was just an ordinary street, to those that knew the street corner was where young women went to get picked up for various activities. Hime waited for a bit until she noticed a black car pull up. Without any sort of exchange, Hime opened the passenger side door and was greeted with a heavy dose of cigarette smoke while her nose was attacked by the whiff of heavy alcohol.

Sitting in the drivers side was a man in his mid-thirties. His appearance was relatively neat and trimmed to perfection. Clothes were kept simple with a plain olive-drab tee-shirt and a simple pair of camouflaged cargo shorts and boots. As Hime shut the door behind her, she remained silent.

The car turned into an abandoned parking lot and the man filled his lungs with more smoke.

“Don’t worry, major. I will make sure to take away all those bad experiences tonight,” Hime said as she gently shifted herself to be top the man.

Neuton’s First Law of Motion states that a body at rest will remain at rest while a body in motion will remain in motion. The car remained in constant motion for two hours before it came to a rest. When all was said and done, Hime was dropped off at her place and made her while inside. Her whole body showed signs of abuse with various bruises. During the physics lesson, most of her clothes had been ripped in different places. She had managed to rip her skirt and even one of her socks had been torn down to the her ankle. As she opened the door, she smiled.

“I forgot to grab my shoes,” Hime laughed as she continued to shuttle her way into the room.

Once all was said and done, she took a moment to count how much money she had made. Some days she managed to make enough to pay two months worth of rent, other times she struggled to buy food and was forced to live off noodles. Still, to her all of it was worth it if she could help others find happiness and take away their stress.

“If only I could live in people’s dreams and make them happy,” Hime mused with a smile as she fell into the warmth of her bed.

#

Faerlyia exited the conference room and made her way back to the tree she had been at to enjoy reading the rest of her book. As she exited the courtyard, she started to realise something she had forgotten. She had left her shoes and stockings at the tree – a common occurrence with her. Upon reaching the tree, she was met with a sight that could warm the heart of anyone who saw the scene before them.

Propped up against the tree was a young succubus who was sleeping and dreaming of pleasurable naughty dreams. The demon had long white hair styled into a cute pair of pigtails. She wore a white short sleeve button-up shirt that had three buttons popped off, revealing her massive breasts. The pink cardigan she wore was far to large to fit her as it slowly draped loosely off her shoulders. She wore a plaid red skirt with a pair of black knee-high socks that stop just past her knees.

Faerlyia could only smile at the sight of her the cute girl as she held onto her shoes and stockings like they were treasures. While demons were not extremely sexual creatures, many succubi were alarmingly lustful and sexual in their desires. Some wanted pleasure from others, some wanted to indulge in primal urges and others just wanted to engage various fantasies that invaded their minds. Yet, Faerlyia knew her assistant down to all their fantasies and urges. She was the queen of the succubi and if there was one thing she was good at it was fulfilling desires.

Casting a shadow over the girl, she started to awake from her pleasurable dream. The girl was deep into something spicy as indicated by the drool she had gotten all over Faerlyia’s boots and stockings. Once she had realised what was going on, the girl quickly tried to stand to feet.

“Unit Command—”

Before the girl could speak, she found herself under her commander’s control. Her body was still Faerlyia straddled the girl’s hips and held her down on the ground.

“Shh,” Faerlyia smiled as she tried to calm the girl down.

For a moment the two of them were silent until Faerlyia finally spoke.

“It’s a beautiful spot, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yeah…”

Faerlyia moved her fingers downward and began to slowly unlace the shoestrings of the young girl’s boots. With each meticulously motion, the boots slid off. The girl could only squirm with pleasure as her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson.

“C-Commander… are we—”

“Just relax and close your eyes, Lylith,” Faerlyia whispered as she gently kissed Lylith’s lips.

Lylith closed her eyes as she felt the warmth of her commander’s lips pressed against her own. She could feel her body sink into the ground as her mind started to draft. Her toes unclenched and relaxed until her whole body was at peace. White clouds made her forget the world around her for a moment, until she started to fall. Her mind was confused about what was going on until she instantly found herself laying in a bed.

It took a second for her brain to process everything that had happened. She was a succubus but even she could fall victim to the commander who she held in high regards. Looking around the room, she realised where she was and beside her in the bed was her commander. She watched as she commander yawned and open her eyes. They were in a dream, more specificity they were in one of the succubus shops that they ran to gather intelligence and various bits of information.

“Commander, are we—”

“Mhm. I need to inform Morrigan about something. Plus, when that is finished I need you to do something for me,” Faerlyia said as she gently played with Lylith hair.

“Anything for you, commander.”

“Then let’s get to it.”

Jumping out of bed, Faerlyia headed for the exit and made her way out into the main area while Lylith followed closely at her side. The building was small and contained only two stories. On the second floor housed bedrooms while the bottom contained tables and various sitting areas for customers to drink and relax with a girl – or guy – of their choosing. Other rooms in the back existed and served as special areas for high paying guests.

Making her way downstairs Faelyia entered one of the few wooden doors that was ornate in its design. Knocking once, she was greeted by the sound of a girl inviting her to enter. Entering into the room, Faerlyia noticed the large amount of papers that were stacked atop the old mahogany desk and spread out on the floor. Off to the side was sitting area that was kept clean with two crimson coloured couches and a small table for cups to sit on. At the desk sat at succubus dressed in a maid outfit. Her eyes were dead and lifeless to the point dark bags had formed under her eyes.

“All that work Morrigan will make you a dull girl,” Faerlyia teased as she sat down on the nearby couch.

“Ah, Mistress Fae, what brings you here?” Morrigan asked as she took a moment to stretch and make her way over to the other couch.

“Just wanted to pass along a message and check up on how everything is going at each of the different branches.”

“I see. Well, things are going well. Reports from our sister establishments report the same. It will take time to shift through various amounts of information but beyond that, we have gained valuable intel on the inner workings of the kingdom, politics, economics and other matters.”

“I can always count on you Morrigan to keep everything running smoothly. If it is not too much trouble, I would like to ask you to allow Lylith to maintain residence at your place.”

“Commander?”

The shocked look on Lylith’s face indicated this was something she was completely unaware of until now.

“I do not mind, mistress. However, may I ask why?”

“We need someone on the inside of the palace. While I don’t expect her to gain information from the royal family, it would be nice if she had a way in and was able to gather and feed information to us.”

“Very well. We will have a room arranged for Miss Lylith.”

“Good. I’m counting on you.”

“What was the other matter you wished to discuss, mistress?”

“Get in contact with Soyphe and inform her that the plan is to be executed on the six hour. The Unit Six commander told me that Soyphe would know what it means,” Faerlyia said as she stood to her feet.

“As you wish, mistress. But what exactly does it mean?”

“Morrigan, it is best not to ask questions that you are better off not knowing,” Faerlyia said with a devilish smirk.