Obyzouth hastily yanked her clothes back on as she exited the club's broom closet. The disguised succubus licked her ruby lips. That had been some very nourishing sex she'd just had. Sure, the silly human girl in the closet was unconscious, but that was probably nothing the paramedics couldn't fix. Still savoring her partner's vibrant life force, Obyzouth sauntered toward the staff break room.
Once inside, Obyzouth stripped off her hokey demoness costume ("Is that really what humans think we look like?!") and assumed her true form as an orange-skinned, bat-winged succubus with curved bovine horns. Twirling her forked tail nonchalantly, she headed for the overstuffed couch for some much needed rest and relaxation.
Suddenly, Obyzouth heard her ringtone going off. She snatched her phone up from the coffee table and answered. "Hello?"
"We need to talk!" The voice on the other end was both sultry and aggravated. Obyzouth recognized it as belonging to Delilah du Charme, the owner of Inferno.
"Hi, Boss!" Obyzouth chuckled, trying to counter Delilah's obvious bad mood with cheerfulness. "Busy night down here. All that liquor ain't gonna serve itself, after all. That's where your dependable bottle girl Obyzouth comes in and works her fuckin' tail off!"
Delilah scoffed at the word 'dependable.' She could label Obyzouth many things, but that was far from one of them. "I assume you've been gathering life force on the side?"
"Of course!" Obyzouth answered brightly, toying with her nipple piercings as she talked. "Just like you instructed!"
"Just like I instructed?" Delilah repeated skeptically. "Then I suppose you didn't take too much and kill some poor girl or put her in the hospital? And you never used your succubus mesmerism to influence her into agreeing to a fuck? Is that right?"
Obyzouth blushed a deeper orange. Thank Baphomet Delilah couldn't see her face! "Wellllllllll... I admit I might have used my mesmerism to seal the deal once or twice. And a few of them were definitely woozy by the end. And... uh... one girl passed out in the broom closet. Don't worry, I'll ask Sitri to call an ambulance." There was no point lying to Delilah; she'd discover the truth one way or another.
Delilah just barely resisted screaming. "Obyzouth, we've been over this about three dozen times. Mesmerizing humans into letting you fuck them is a violation of consent. I vowed never to use that power again three hundred years ago, and that includes allowing my employees to use it. As for your overfeeding, I can't live with human deaths on my hands."
"Hmpf!" Obyzouth snorted. "Just because you find human values contagious, I don't see why you have to impose them on the rest of us!"
"There's practical reasons, too," Delilah retorted. "It would be a disaster if we got investigated by the police, or worse... monster hunters. The Vordenburgs already know I'm a succubus. The second they connect your little 'accidents' to me, things get messy. Since I hired you two years ago, there have been six hospitalizations and a death. Sounds like it's seven hospitalizations now. I can't keep passing it off as drug-related, especially since I promised the police chief I'd crack down on clubgoers sneaking drugs inside. If you refuse to grow up and follow my rules, there will be consequences."
"You mean you'll fire me?" Obyzouth guessed. "So what? This shitty job sucks anyway! I don't need you!"
Delilah just laughed. "Oh, I wouldn't fire you, Obyzouth. You'd never learn humility from losing a job you always complain about. It'd be like setting you free. No, no, no. I have other plans for you."
"Like... what?" Obyzouth asked nervously.
"You'll recall that Prince Asmodeus gifted me with several of the Scrolls of Imhotep last Walpurgis Night as a reward for the job I've done supplying his dominion with life force," Delilah said. "Well, I know just the scroll to use on an arrogant young succubus like you, Obyzouth. The collection includes several copies of the Scroll of Mortality. All I need to do is break the seal and whisper your name, and you'll transform into a human instantaneously. A brilliant piece of spellwork, really. That Egyptian wizard really knew his shit."
Obyzouth was trembling. She tugged nervously at one of her nipple piercings. "You... you wouldn't!"
Delilah laughed. "Oh, but I would. Just because I've picked up some human morality doesn't mean I'm not still a demon. I may be good, but I am not soft."
"I... I'll quit first!" Delilah shrieked, panicking.
Delilah snickered. "How? You signed a ten-year contract to work at Inferno. Surely you haven't forgotten that contracts drafted by elder demons such as myself are magically binding. So remember, Obyzouth, harm one more clubgoer, and you'll end up as human as them. Have a nice night." With that parting pleasantry, Delilah du Charme hung up.
Obyzouth sighed defeatedly. "Alright," she said to the air, "I guess it's time for the universe to meet Nice Obyzouth. That, or I'll be changing my name to Opal and turning in my horns."