Queenie walked the grounds of the blood relm. Her home. A place she had left for dead once. Now she was actively trying to kill it. All of this must go, Queenie told herself. The power of the lives she had taken coursed through her. It intoxicated the succubus. The thought of crushing Poeah’s realm made Queenie wet, but how to go about it? Consuming her way through the Blood plane seemed the most efficient, but it was such a human strategy for destruction. Also totally expected of a Succubus. If only this realm had tech. She could have drawn on Il-sung’s hacking skills. No matter, Queenie thought. I can always-
The scent hit her like a truck. Queenie looked up to see the lithe female. Her hair was a long curly gradient from blond to pink. She smiled her fanged smile at Queen. Queenie remembered the absolute sweetness of those fangs piercing her flesh once upon a time. It made her quiver in the cunt. That office was absolutely wrecked.
“That isn’t me,” Zenith’s voice said in Queenie's mind.
“You’re not you, Zenith,” But she knew the voice in her head was right. This is what comes of entanglements. They become weapons against you. “Well… I guess I’ll be killing her now.”
“Oh darling. I would expect nothing less,” Said the voice. “Then come save us.”
“You absolute fucking tease,” Queenie said as she made her way to the beckening doppelgänger. The fake Zenith smiled at her shyly. Queenie caressed the side of the doppelägnger’s face. One of the claws nicked a check, and queenie licked the blood from her fingertip. It tasted rancid. A fucking imp, Queenie thought. Queenie should have known Grimm would be in on this too. No matter. Queenie would burn her next. Queenie's hand fell to Imp Zenith’s long hair. It was a gradient from blond to pink.
“Snapping my neck would set you back irrevocably,” Whispered the imp. Her beautiful blue eyes changed into a dull rusty red.
“Is that so?” Queenie’s hand moved to Imp Zenith’s breast. She gave it a familiar squeeze
“As would ripping out my heart.”
“Fine,” Said Queenie. She was getting bored anyway. “Take me to your master then, Imp.”
Queenie followed the Imp down a winding corridor made to confuse. Flesh and fat pulsated along it’s walls. It was all so monotonous. Queenie knew this. Part of the trap. Finally the imp hooked a right, and Queenie was led into a spacious room. The room stunk. Along one wall were three tube-like cells. Flesh grew over the green bottled glass like morbid lids. Queenie had to try very hard not to buckle at the knees.
Zenith’s eyes locked with queenie. She was naked, curled up in the bottom of the cell. Next to her Il-Sung was nearly completely formed in his tube. On the other side a large scruffy lad was banging on his cell. His meaty fist - which Queenie had watched punch clean through skulls - could not break this glass. He took one look at Queenie ,and began to headbutt the glass vigorously. Damnit, Brutal, Queenie thought.
“Orkas!” Came a voice Queenie could do with never hearing again. “What a… Well there you are. Tell me out of all the delicious forms you could have taken why this? Why look like an ogre of a woman?”
“Luerka,” Queenie looked the rival succubus up and down. She was slender, and raven haired. “It’s called a niche market. You chose luxury. It’s an easy path, Luerka. A weak path.
“Oh,Orkas. I have more souls under my belt.”
“I’m stronger than you, bitch,” Queenie smiled. “Even Poeah fears me. Why else would she get Big sister Grimm involved?”
“Hopeless, Orkas” Luerka's head fell back as she laughed. Her throat was exposed. “I’m as much a general in Poeah’s armies as you. Speaking of which. No skull helmet? Tell me you didn’t sell it in desperation. How will the low class tell you are ranking general in the Legions of Blood?”
“Like they could forget. By the way how many losses have you suffered, Dear helpless Luerka?”
“You’ve lost everything, Orkas. Even your name. Queenie they call you? You let humans choose your name? You traveled from plane to plane looking for them when they died. You forget the purpose of humans is to die. Sweet sentimental, Orkas.”
“Really?” Queenie scoffed. “Let’s see here. My armies, her favor - which is something you’ll never have by the way, or we wouldn’t be doing this -, my position above you, and our playful squabble. All of it was not lost to me. I abandoned it. Get over it, Luerka.
“And here I thought you loved me,” Said Luerka coldly.
“Now who’s sentimental?” Queenie asked.
“Well shall we?” Larcough snapped her fingers. The glass tube around Brutal shattered. Brutal sprang naked from his prison. Fists balled as he bounded towards Luerka. She sidestepped him with ease, and yanked his head back by the hair. Her claws extended deep into his scalp. Brutal screamed in agony. Il-Sung now mostly formed, and Zenith began banging against their cells frantically. Then Luerka leaned down, and kissed Brutal’s cheek. Brutal calmed, stood, and fixed Queenie with a murderous stare.
“Hm,” Queenie began to slow clap. Brutal began to move towards her. His breathing was heavy. His fists so tight that blood trickled from them. “I must admit, Luerka. Your stupidity abounds. Was this meant to break me?” Queenie walked over to Brutal. He took a wide swing at her. Queenie easily ducked the punch, and cooly snapped Brutal neck. His large frame slumped to the floor. “You thought I was attached to the mortals.”
“You gave up everything for-”
“Ha!” Queenie barked, cutting off the succubus. “Tools, Luerka.”
“But-”
“But?” Queenie mocked.
“You jumped through time and space just to find them again. You love them.”
“I love me.” Queenie corrected. “Jumping through time and space was amusing. Killing them has been more amusing. Thank you for that. Thank you for getting all my targets in one place… Including yourself.” Queenie’s smile was hungry. It was the only warning she gave Luerka. She flew at the rival succubus. Luerka - eyes wide - flapped her wings in an attempt to get away, but Queenie was quicker. She pulled down on Luerka’s left wing with one hand, and squeezed her throat with the other. She leaned in, and gave the succubus a big sloppy kiss. Luerka responded. Their fork tongues mingled. Then Queenie felt Luerka’s claws digging into her guts. In response Queenie bit down on Larcough’s tongue. Next Queenie twisted her grip on the wing. Larcough wrenched herself free with a shriek. She flexed her crumpled wing.
“Enough games, Orkas!” She raged.
“Oh you don’t want to play anymore? And after I shared my dolls with you.”
Luerka charged, catching Queenie by the middle, and flinging her to the ground. The air was knocked out of Queenie as Luerka began to pummel her. Queenie reached for a clump of hair, but Luerka’s wing swatted Queenie’s hand away. Well this wasn’t part of the plan, Queenie thought as one of Luerka’s claws sank knuckle deep in Queenie’s jugular. Pain exploded in Queenie’s being, and she reached for it. All of the power she had amassed. She blew it on one last ditch effort.
It felt like being sucked through a tiny straw. Her body felt crunched, and dragged through the wormhole. It burned and tingled. Queenie half wondered if there was cream for that. Then in a sonic boom she was standing there watching herself conversing with Luerka. Her lovers’ trapped. Zenith noticed first. Her confused eyes darted from Queenie to the other Queenie. Queenie winked, then before Brutal, or Il-Sung could say anything Queenie aproched.
“Well this is a shit show isn’t it, Queenie,” Queenie said to her past self.
“HA!” Barked past Queenie. She threw her head back and howled.
“What the fuck-” Began Luerka
Queenie strutted over to Luerka, yanked her head back by the hair, and jammed her mouth against the succubus hard. Luerka struggled at first, but Queenie was better at sucking than Luerka. Queenie sucked her prey down by draft sloppy draft. Luerka became frail in Queenie’s arms, and before long Luerka’s body crumpled. Queenie dropped the husk on the throbbing flesh floor. Then she turned to face herself.
Queenie watched as past Queenie approached. Much like with Luerka, this was easy. Queenie let her past self consume all of her, and Luerka’s power. She was letting herself kill her, and it was as easy as falling asleep.
Queenie broke the kiss, and looked at her own dead body. She dropped the husk, and moved to the glass of her lovers’ prisons. Il-Sung looked frightened. His long hair covering his naked body like a shroud. Queenie busted through the glass, and yanked him out. Next she broke Zenith out. After that came Brutal.
“Bloody hell!” Brutal roared.
“That was fully disturbing,” Added Zenith. “But thank you for saving us.”
“Momma’s got the medicine,” Queenie said. Then she stripped out of her gown. She tossed the spiked crown to the fetid floor. She stood before her lovers naked. She beckoned to them as she radiated pure seduction. Hungrily all three approached. “It’s dogpile time.”
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D. H. Torkavian