The heavy door into the room was unlocked and opened, and in walked three orcs and a succubus. All four looked at Miggs with surprise and suspicion. The succubus guard spoke several words to Miggs in the harsh language of the demons. Miggs looked uncomfortable. "Ummm... yeah. Could you, ahh, repeat that?"
The newcomer succubus suddenly hissed in fury, baring her fangs. She then said in a rough voice with a demonic accent, "You dare insult me by speaking in the language of the weak? Fine, you churl, I can do the same. Nobody is allowed in the prisoner's quarters. If you were planning on using this human as a snack, your punishment will be severe. You know Lady Igna's orders were to leave him healthy, and unspoiled."
"But he is, ummm, unspoiled."
The succubus then casually looked at Eodor. "Yes. I see that." She turned back to Miggs. "You are still trespassing. And why are you out of your armor? You are a disgrace to our proud order. Our armor is a noble symbol of our kind."
Eodor didn't think that the 'armor' this succubus was wearing seemed very noble. The top was a tight, black leather corset. The bottom was little more than a leather thong. It was the standard succubus clothing, though it didn't look very protective as armor.
The succubus continued talking to Miggs. "Follow this orc to the armory and equip yourself. Afterwards, I will decide how to punish you. If you are very lucky, I will not have to report your transgression to Lady Igna."
Miggs silently followed the orc out. Eodor didn't want to be separated from Miggs, but he knew that she had to play along for now. The succubus guard turned to the remaining orcs. "Unchain this human, but do not bring him any harm. Lady Igna is ready for him."
Eodor was unchained and led down from the tower to the sorceress Igna's throne room. It was massive but austere, except for a large throne on one end, a large statue on the other end and a stone altar in the middle. Eodor recognized the statue as Igna's lover, Vengal, who was killed more than thirty years ago at the end of the first war between humanity and the demons. Since that defeat, Igna had taken command of the demonic forces with the same goal of conquering Earth. However, because of the diminished power of the demonic forces she was forced to rely more on subterfuge instead of open war.
Igna was waiting for him on her throne. She wore a lavish red dress that pushed up her breasts. Her pale, delicate face was framed by wavy red hair. Her age looked to be about 25, though Eodor knew she was far older. He had to admit that she was attractive. She stood up and walked over to him.
"Welcome, Prince Eodor. I trust my soldiers treated you fine? Are you well?"
Eodor didn't trust her apparent concern for him. He wasn't willing to show fear in front of her, though. "Yes, m'Lady. They have been most accommodating." Oddly, that was the truth. Despite the stories of torture he had heard about Igna's castle, he had been treated well.
The sorceress smiled and said, "Wonderful." She then turned to the succubus guard. "Lay him on the altar and tie him up."
Eodor said, "Witch! What is your intention with me? You already have a double at the Court of Quell. Yes, I know your plan. You intend to have him take the crown and use him as a puppet to control my Kingdom."
She looked amused. "Young fool. You think my plan is to put one of my lackeys in charge of Quell? I want to be the one in charge of the Kingdom. You should appreciate your importance. You will finally help me achieve my goals."
While he struggled, Igna's minions forced him onto the altar and tied him down. While everyone else was focused on Eodor, he noticed a second succubus quietly walk into the room. After studying her for several seconds, he realized that she was Miggs. She was now wearing the clothing of the succubi and had a rough longsword sheathed on her side.
A bucket of a smoking liquid and a goblet sat next to the altar. The sorceress filled the goblet and stood next to Eodor.
"I spent years researching this potion and finding the ingredients. You should feel honored to indulge in it."
With surprising strength from her petite frame, one of her hands firmly grabbed his head while the other forced the goblet to his lips. He chocked on the potion, and felt some of the bitter fluid flow down his throat. When the goblet was empty, she let go of his head. Eodor coughed a few times.
"What did you just do to me??"
"Nothing, yet. You will find the last part of this spell to be much more pleasant. Few have felt the warm touch of my kiss."
Now she gently stroked his hair and bent down to kiss him on the lips. Instead of warmth, the touch of her lips felt cold to him. Then his world went dark.