The Punishment of A Demon General

I look around the dimly lit foyer, a staircase running its way up the center to be flanked by a set of multiple hallways, leading to a maze of rooms blocked by doors. I've lived here for a long time and even after so long I still get lost from time to time... Okay, maybe a bit more than time to time.

I set a hand on my chest, trying to still my uneasy heart, closing my eyes for a few moments, causing the maids to shuffle uncomfortably in front of me.

"Have there been any casualties in my absence?"

The atmosphere grows a bit tense among the three maids as one of them nods faintly. "T-three, mistress." Three? That's less than I would have feared, but still a lot for a two month period...

"Why-" My mouth is covered by the Heroine, who pats my head with the other hand.

"Calm down. You're scaring them half to death, idiot. Knowing that now won't change the result." She says, I want to refute that somehow, but they definitely do seem in shock for a multitude of reasons.

... She's right, I guess, just because I know now won't mean they'll come back. Ugh.

"... Who?" I try to lower my voice and calm my breathing a bit to try and relax myself.

"Tariel, Lorenz, and Oekil." A subdued voice arrives from the hallway adjoining the foyer, my head-butler, a pale elven man with long black hair, an eternally glum expression on his face. A man having lost his family to demons before I had picked him up and enslaved him. A man dedicating his eternal loyalty to me, having no other reason to live.

"... Thank you, Llorithen." I say, ignoring the raised brow he gives me. I let out a deep sigh.

"Please have all of this cleaned up, and tend to our guests and their belongings." I gesture back to the humans behind me.

"What type of guests do the slaves belong to, madam?" I guess it makes sense he wouldn't understand the first go...

"The humans are the guests, do not question me a second time." I cast a glance back to the Heroine who seems to be looking at me with a complicated expression, but I just nod to her and begin heading upstairs, gesturing for them not to follow.

"Yes, madam. If they request to see you, I shall bring them to you without delay." I'm glad he takes orders so well, I wouldn't have managed this long without him.

The halls are sparsely decorated, mostly with lewd tapestries dictating various sexual acts, honestly they're kind of boring because I'd rather be doing it myself, but Greed was adamant I needed 'something' to spice it up, pretty sure he was just trying to up my debt, though...

The rug pattern is really- Okay, I just need to stop. I rest my face in my hands and sigh, having a seat against one of the walls.

"You good?" The Heroine says, resting a hand on my shoulder. No! this damn prickly feeling is stronger than ever, it feels like cold is being lanced into my chest and I want to scream in frustration.

This idiot Heroine! I gestured her to stay behind because of that anyway! What are you gonna make me do now, cry on your shoulder?!

I glance up at her from my hands, realizing there's a maid hovering awkwardly behind her, staring at me in shock.

I can't help but feel my face flush in a deep shame, someone serving under me having seen me like this. Nobody following me was supposed to include you too?!

"Why did you-" Before I can even finish, she shouts, bowing at a 90 degree angle as she does.

"I-I'm sorry, I thought you would need guidance to your room again!" The Heroine looks between us with a humorous gaze, I can't help but want to die right then and there from the shame, but at this point, the milk is already spilled...

"... Lead on." The Heroine tries to say something, but I just cover her mouth with my palm, not wanting to hear it, my mind having gone through so many states in such a short period, I think one more would literally kill me at this point.

I can't help but stare out into the skyline in the few windows we pass as we walk through the corridor, honestly, I called the Heroine's place a maze, but mine isn't much better. The master bedroom is an annoying distance away from the entrance.

Thankfully, it's nowhere near as massive, so after a short walk, I damn near kick open the door and bolt to my cabinet, pulling out some vintage wines and a couple glasses. I need a drink. If the Heroine is here, she's drinking with me!

With far less of a rush, the Heroine struts in, examining the dark interior of my room which lit up with my presence, an enchantment having been placed on the entry, the dark purple, almost starry bed sheets leaving a dominating presence at the head of the room.

Fancy furnishings are strewn about of very gothic designs, with accents of whites and blues around in various places, leaving a very unique sense of 'me'... Or at least, I hope it does.

One large bay window spreads out into the afternoon sun, prompting me to open and step out onto a gray balcony, having a seat onto a chair out there without much preamble, leaving the Heroine playing catch up from her exploration.

I take a couple deep breaths, trying to let my thoughts collect themselves a bit while I pour the wine, ignoring the Heroine's gradually pressuring gaze.

"Don't talk, drink." I curtly say, at the very least I can get her to stop trying to pry into my mind like this.

She has a seat, smelling the wine without much caution, having a sip before scrunching up her nose slightly. "Blegh."

You... Ugh. I dump her share into my glass, blowing into it and wiping it out with my dress before pouring her a different one.

I sip at my burgundy colored wine with an annoyed huff, staring off into the garden of lustful pinks and reds below us, having missed the sight after so long.

The city in the distance bustles as it always has, the more influential district far less dense, but the regal nature of the entire place definitely does not have an equal with how much effort people put into showing one another up.

I mean, seriously... You put a bunch of greedy and prideful bastards next to each other and expect them not to argue over who has the best windows this week? Fuck no.

Of course, it all kind of just turns into a gaudy mess after a while, but some places do just look... Nice. I didn't have the time to appreciate it again on my way in with all my worries, but at the very least it's still the way it always is.

Why am I talking like I've been away for so long? It's been two freaking months! Ugh... It feels way longer, though.

We both sit in silence for a good long while, refilling glass after glass without stopping, thankfully she seems to have finally gotten the point of me keeping her shut up. I don't wanna talk about it... I really don't.

"Oekil was one of the gardeners... He was an elf who would oft work on a patch over there as his personal work." I gesture to a portion which has been replaced with more of the same red and pink as the rest of the garden.

I let out an annoyed huff from my nose, resting my chin on my arm, and my arm against the railing of the balcony.

Such a disrespectful idiot, he would wave at me while gardening whenever I would peek through my windows. I told him each time I would have him out on the streets eating cock in no time, but he kept doing it!

I feel the Heroine gently stroke my hair while I look out at the gardens, trying to ignore the frustration building in my heart.

I suck in a few deep breaths and punch my cheeks hard from both sides. This damn alcohol! You were supposed to strengthen my heart, not weaken it! You traitorous rotten-

I throw the glass off the balcony, only to see it hover in place, getting set back down onto the table with all the liquid in tact.

"You... You..." I can't help but direct my frustrations at the Heroine now. "What do you want from me?!" I stare deep into her blue eyes, my vision slightly blurring as I grab onto her shoulders, shaking her slightly.

My vulnerability is immediately taken advantage of by her, our lips meeting in a sudden kiss from her side, her tongue gently meeting mine briefly before she pulls away, leaving me even more flustered and frustrated.

"Every time I try to get you out of my head, you purposely try to wriggle your way back in there like some kind of disgusting worm, why can't you just-" I can't even try to finish that sentence, getting shut up by the Heroine's lips covering mine once more, tumbling over onto the ground of the balcony as she holds me down, kissing me deeply.

You... I... My thoughts melt away in a haze as she attacks my tongue with passion, the cool barbs piercing my heart getting warmed by her loving attack, my cheeks feeling hot and wet as I try to squirm away from under her, not even pinned by her gravity, my body just refusing to listen.

Aaah, why are you always like this?! I keep trying to push you away and you always make your way back! You're the most despicable, vile, and most lovely thing, I can't stand it!

I roll her over onto her back, panting slightly as I look down to her, her face flushed as she looks up to me, my thighs straddling her as I wipe my lips, the taste and scent of alcohol completely surrounding us, making the sensation all the more intoxicating.

I lean forward and dig into her lips once more, pulling at them with my teeth as I wrap my arms around her neck, my nails gently clawing at her back as I push my hands behind her hugging her firmly against my body, my heart gaining a deep possessiveness I didn't know I had within me.

I kiss her as deep as I can, my tongue practically reaching her throat as I make out with her as hard as I can manage, my body trembling in these uncontrollable passions, the Heroine eventually giving me a couple pats on the back, desperately trying to tap out from the depths of my kiss.

I pull back hesitantly, panting softly myself, wiping my eyes briefly before looking at her once again, basking in her beautiful red cheeks and soft lips once again.

Her hand gently reaches up and touches my cheek, stroking it with her thumb, causing me to squirm uncomfortably at the show of affection, my heart squeezing at the sight of her looking to me with such affection.

I don't... W-whatever! I don't want this! I just want your body! I just...

"J-just so you don't misunderstand or anything, I only want to have sex with you, nothing else!"

+Sometimes it takes some sadness and drinking to get passion out of people... And then there's Ilvia.+

(What is that supposed to mean?)

+You're an idiot.+

(I... hmph.)