“Mother, father, isn't it unfair that only my sister gets to have her friends turned into demons so they can stay together? What about me?”
If she was being honest, in all the excitement Deonna had completely forgotten about her sister. While she was entirely focused on watching her friends transform, Deonna’s sister in the meantime had already acclimated to her new body and received her new name. She just had to take a glance at her to know she was now called Carmilla.
“Of course, I’m so sorry, sweetie,” Lilith exclaimed. “How about we go and get them here right away? Your father doesn't have any objections, right?”
Nobody had any objections. Deonna declined going with her mother and sister to instead help her own friends explore their new bodies, which quickly turned into a spontaneous makeout-session on the floor. Lucifer and his generals used the chance of being gathered anyway to discuss some plans regarding the demon army. They didn't seem to mind Deonna and her friends groping and kissing each other just a few feet away. They didn't know what suddenly overcame them, it just felt right for them to do it. Probably a demon thing, she figured, both their casual sex and her father’s easy acceptance.
It didn't take long for Lilith to return. She also didn't react much to seeing her daughter and her friends entangled, only giving them a look that told Deonna that she would've liked to join if there wasn't more important matters at hand. Definitely a demon thing. Carmilla followed her alongside three girls.
“I hope you don't mind one more girl. I just couldn't force her to choose,” Lilith apologized. Luckily for her nobody had a problem with it. Carmilla followed shortly after with the three girls to introduce them. Judging by their dirty appearances they likely had been saved from a similar situation as Deonna’s friends.
The first girl was a stereotypical bookworm. She was skinny and lacked both in chest and hip curves, hidden under a big sweater. On her face were a pair of thick-rimmed glasses and her messy brown hair was in a braid that went over her shoulder. With wide eyes was she currently taking in the whole room, unclear whether of fear or curiosity. Her name was Iris.
She was followed by a pair of twins, one huddling behind the other. They were of similar heights, shared many facial features and had both blonde hair. That's where the similarities ended. The one standing protectively in front was leaner with some subtle muscles and boyishly short hair. Under her tracksuit was a pair of small breasts, while the fitting shorts showed her well-endowed thighs. The other twin had her hair long and wasn't as trained as her sister. She wore (now ragged) designer clothes that pronounced her D-cup breasts instead of her average butt. The sporty one was called Nicole, while the trendy one was named Mia, though they usually went by Mica and Nica.
With introductions done, Lucifer asked the important question, “What shall we do with you now?”