All of the girls awkwardly glanced at each other. Could they really take Riley as a slave? This was so messed up! Rebecca nervously made eye contact with Naamah.
"What will the nobles do with her if we don't claim her?" the Christian girl asked.
Naamah shrugged. "Just about anything. Some might use her for manual labor. Others might have her performing domestic tasks. She might always end up an entertainer, a dancing girl or something. Of course, a lowborn as lovely as Riley will likely end up being made a concubine in some duchess's harem. Then again, she might be consumed as food if she REALLY displeases her new mistress."
"That's horrible!" Rebecca gasped.
"Then claim her," Naamah said matter-of-factly. "Once she's yours, you can treat her as you see fit. Some succubus nobles treat their slaves more like family than property."
Rebecca shook her head in disbelief. "Who would've ever thought that taking a slave would be the Christian thing to do? Heh, the Lord really does work in mysterious ways."
"So you're claiming Riley?" Naamah said with a wry smile.
Rebecca nodded. "Yeah, I guess I am."
"Then clasp her branded hand and proclaim it as a succubus noble should," Naamah commanded.
Rebecca took a nervous step toward Riley and clasped the hand with the eye symbol. The bashful Christian girl tried not to stare at her friend's naked breasts, which had grown and turned a lush shade of green with blackened nipples. Rebecca took a moment to find her resolve. "Riley, I take you as my bonded slave for all eternity. From this day forth, you are mine and nobody else's."
Rebecca and Riley flinched as they felt a jolt of electricity surge through their hands. Riley pulled her hand free and looked at her palm. Just above the eye symbol was a smaller image depicting three bats surrounding a skull. "What the fuck?!" Riley gasped.
"That new symbol above your slave mark is the crest of Rebecca's noble family," Naamah explained. "All succubi will now know precisely whose you are."
"So weird," Delilah muttered, shaking her head.
"Demon ways are not human ways," Naamah remarked. "You will all have to deal with change. Even your names will change... mostly. Alyssa, your true name is Lady Abyzou of House Bloodmoon. Rebecca, your true name is Lady Rahab of House Gloomdark. Emily, your true name is Lady Eisheth of House Nightwhisper. Riley, your true name is Ruha, lowborn of House Deathroar. And Delilah, your name is in fact Lady Delilah, though I'm confident you did not know that you were a daughter of House Lustsong."
"I just can't wrap my head around being part of some House Lustsong and having a noble title in Hell."
"You'll find it easier to believe once your body has assumed its true shape," Naamah smiled. "Once you and your friends have finished transforming, I'll escort you to Queen Lilith's palace to meet your families and claim your court positions."
"Sure wish I could be a noblewoman like all of you," Riley grumbled.
"There may be a way yet," Naamah said cryptically, "but that is for another time. Right now, let's focus on getting your friends into their succubus forms."