Meanwhile, Lady Cruciata Carrionfly lounged nude on her bed in her father Beelzebub's palace in the center of the Eighth Circle as her bride-to-be worshiped her pussy. Pava (formerly Chloe) may have been kidnapped, but she was proving very eager to please now that Cruciata had her. Her nimble tongue glided sensuously over the infernal lady's engorged labia, doing them homage. After placing a sensual kiss on Cruciata's clit, Pava looked up to her captor with pleading eyes. "How am I doing?"
"Better than I expected, to be honest," Cruciata admitted, gazing down at the peacock demon with her insectoid compound eyes. "I didn't have high hopes for a former human like you, but you're a fairly decent lover. I only wish...?" Cruciata sighed sadly.
"What do you wish?" Pava asked, her iridescent green feathers ruffling with worry. "I'll help you if I can."
"I just wish I could have you AND Princess Miasma as my wives," Cruciata sighed wistfully, her antennae drooping slightly.
"Is that even legal?" Pava asked.
"Technically," Cruciata answered. "A demonic noble is legally entitled to an entire harem of spouses, but the vast majority of us find one spouse sufficient to meet our needs and have no desire to risk jealousy and feuding between multiple spouses. Me, I wouldn't mind having both you and Miasma for wives at all. Unfortunately, I could tell that Miasma is so deeply in love with that Rachel bitch that she desires no other wife but her."
"Then maybe it's best to leave well enough alone?" Pava suggested weakly.
"When I want your advice, I will ask for it!" Cruciata frowned, crossing all four of her arms in displeasure. "Never forget who's the infernal noblewoman and who's her stolen bride from Earth. Anyway, I haven't totally given up on Miasma. She should have been mine! We've known each other since we were little! I courted her fair and square! And she turns up her nose at me for some human?! A Morningstar should wed someone from a family like House Carrionfly, not some ex-mortal commoner! it's bad enough that Lucifer named his eighth daughter Nocticula to be Beelzebub's heiress to the Eighth Circle rather than me, the actual daughter of Beelzebub, but denying me my destined bride is the ultimate insult!"
Cruciata suddenly smiled evilly. "But I have plans to correct this injustice. Rachel is the daughter of Rev. Joshua Church Sr. He's a rising star in the Knights of the Iron Cross."
"Who?" asked Pava.
"Oh right, you're new here," sighed Cruciata. "Those guys are an organization of demon-slayers, and they know their craft well. Most humans are no threat to us, but the Knights of the Iron Cross are different. An absurd number of demons on Earth have been murdered by those bastards, and they sometimes even send assassins or full-on raiding parties to Hell itself. Just last month, Lord Chamos was found dead in his villa, cut to peaces by the blessed cold iron knives of the Knights of the Iron Cross."
"Does Heaven allow that?" asked Pava.
"No, but that never stopped hyper-zealous humans before," laughed Cruciata. "But these assholes present us an opportunity. Rachel's father is one of the Knights. I somehow doubt he's been told the woman his daughter's marrying is the Devil's daughter. I intend to change that." Cruciata flashed another sadistic grin.
"Aren't you worried he'll kill Miasma if you tell him about that?" Pava wondered.
"It's a risk, I admit," Cruciata sighed, "but I know human weaknesses. He'll want revenge on his wayward daughter first, especially when I let it slip that she's become a demon herself. Once he's taken my rival out, I can have him disposed of. Trust me, the Carrionfly family are some of the finest schemers in Hell. It was my dad Beelzebub who first proposed going behind God's back in Eden to Lucifer. He saw an opportunity to exploit Lucifer's idealism to nudge him into trying to overthrow God, and he took it. I promise you this, Rachel Church will regret taking what a Carrionfly wants!"
"This sounds wrong..." Pava mumbled nervously.
"A Carrionfly doesn't care about petty concerns like morality," Cruciata scoffed. "And you had better not breathe a fucking word of this to Rachel, Miasma, Lucifer, or anyone who could stop me. Got it?!"
Pava nodded nervously, her peacock tailfeathers drooping in fear.
"Good," Cruciata said sternly. "Now get back to licking my pussy."
Pava nodded and buried her face in Cruciata's bush, her tongue finding its way back to Cruciata's throbbing clit and caressing it. Beelzebub's palace echoed with the lovers' screams.