The Punishment of A Demon General

Once darkness begins to fall, I let out a sigh and brush myself off, standing with an annoyed groan, my tongue finally having healed in the meantime, though occasionally I'll catch a hint of metallic taste remaining in my teeth.

When in doubt... Get wasted! I begin making my way around, looking for the entrance once more, my ears picking up a lot of shouting in the distance, likely some more celebrations given the coming of night.

I'll just get a maid to take me to my room, break out some of the finer stuff and go to town. I stretch slightly, the thought of at least having a plan putting me a bit more at ease, the shouts growing louder as I walk.

"-stress...!" I hear faintly from across the hedges, wondering what exactly it is briefly before it clicks. Oh, I guess I have been out for a couple of hours. They usually do this if I go out alone, so at least some things haven't changed...

The maid has come to me! No need for me to find a maid at all! I begin hopping over the hedges, following the sound of the repeated and tired shouts of one of my maids, a small scream coming from her as I land in front of her suddenly.

"Well, I don't know why you all were hiding from me earlier, but the least you could do is lead me back to my room if you're going to play tricks." I cross my arms, brow furrowing in disappointment as she immediately grovels before me.

"I-I'm sorry, Mistress, we um... We were all busy with... Something!" I can't get the energy to complain about what this 'something' might be, I can't punish the asses of every servant immediately, so I'll just focus on Llorithen first.

"Yes, yes, get up and move your cute ass. Take me to my room." I pat her dark hair, her head raising revealing the mask covering her face once again, just a simple monster mask I make my servants wear during the holiday to assist with the playful mood.

At least they wore it! Llorithen didn't, of course. His face is monstrous enough as is, he has so many bags he could put a merchant to shame.

I follow her with my arms still crossed, coming to stand in front of the front door, stepping in once she opens it.

I can't help but frown as I look around the hall, normally the decor would be more replete for the occasion, but I suppose my absence and lack of guidance had created some gaps. Though, with how much of a disobedient child Llorithen is acting like, I doubt he would have done it anyway.

Several moments pass before I realize we had passed the stairs rather than going up, my sense of direction bad, but not quite that bad. Perhaps not all the maids are quite so directionally adept?

"The room would be on the second floor, not the first." I'm met with a frustrating silence, leading me to sigh in displeasure, a faint fearful squeak escaping the lips of the guiding maid.

So, what? Did Llorithen put you up to it, or is everyone seeking petty revenge now? I'm tempted to ask but I can't imagine I'd get much out of this tooth-chattering maid, looking like she'd faint if I prodded her wrong, leaving me lost once again.

I'm lead to a large double door... The ballroom, I believe. A fairly recognizable set of doors that I don't often see, even on holidays. Much of my time is spent in my room or the occasional party arranged by Envy or the others.

The maid gestures me to enter before bowing her entire body 90 degrees in an extreme begging for forgiveness. I suppose it was Llorithen abusing his power, then. I'll definitely be teaching him a lesson tomorrow.

I push open the double doors into a dark room, crossing my arms as I glance over all of the people sitting in the dark like a bunch of idiots, ready to jump out at me. "You know, next time you're attempting to ambush a demon, perhaps don't try to use the darkness?"

I can't help but sigh in extreme annoyance, a figure standing up, wearing some sort of tattered black blanket, the Heroine's voice erupting from it. "Uhhh... Surpriiiiise, I'mma dementor, wooooooooOOOoooo..."

Suddenly, everyone else jumps up in the darkness, several of them bumping knees and heads, yelping in pain while everyone else tries to yell surprise as well, filling the room with a rowdy sound as I stare in disbelief at the show.

"... Uh, Mistress, can you please turn on the lights, Caroline hit her head." One of the man-servants states, I sigh and step over, flicking a switch. I watch as some of the masked servants begin taking care of the ones who had accidentally managed to whack themselves in the darkness.

The Heroine pulls off the blanket, draping it over her shoulders instead so she can actually see as she approaches me with a cautious smile, "Were you surprised?"

I can't help but furrow my brow and glance around, wondering exactly what's going on. Llorithen hanging out behind everyone, likely to keep himself safe from my wrath.

The ballroom itself is delicately dressed in black, orange, and purple fabrics, all of them complimenting each other well as the occasional more 'recreational' detail of blood splatter or spider webs line the floors and walls, the chandeliers... Surprisingly neat, I suppose they wouldn't have had enough time to decorate those especially.

"What's going on here, exactly?" I just have to give up and ask the Heroine, I mean, the decor kind of looks like the stuff I would usually put up, just slightly less... Grotesque, I would say? Perhaps the more grotesque options would have taken too much effort this time.

"Uhhh, well, emo butler told me about y'alls holidays and it honestly kinda just sounded like Halloween? So I figured we'd just do a fun little Halloween party for you." I tilt my head curiously, 'Halloween?'

This is an awfully disappointing version though, I have to say... I don't see any drugs around, I don't see any orgies in particular or any other debauched practices...

"Madam, if you're thinking we could somehow have hired or purchased a drug-fueled bender for you, or any amount of prostitutes after you apparently insulted Lord Greed, I would be impressed with your ignorance." ... Shut it, Llorithen! I was just... Why are you able to read minds too?!

I cross my arms and pout, glancing to the Heroine as she continues to stare at me with a strange look, almost like she's nervous. "What are you looking at me like that for?"

I can see her body tense as I speak, her lips parting immediately. "I, uh, your tongue is okay, right? And like... We're okay too? You and I?" She gestures between us both, looking more anxious after saying that.

Why was I even worried about this idiot? I'll never know... I rest a hand on her head before dragging her by the hair to a food table, eliciting a loud 'ack!' from her before I plop her down into a seat, sitting next to her.

If I can't have sex and drugs, then I certainly can have food! I immediately begin stuffing my face with the various and numerous pastries and meals lining the table, a feast far greater in size, though lesser in quality than the one served on my return, a table fit for both Master and servant alike to eat from without complaint.

"Is that a-" I stuff a sausage into her mouth, she gags as it hits the back of her throat, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, drawing a smile from my lips.

... Wait, no, there are drugs we can do, it's not like I can carry all that shit out when we leave, right?

"Llorithen, you better celebrate all you can before tomorrow! Open the wine cellar and bring it all out! Everyone is allowed as much as they like." My words are met with a shocked silence before some whispers that gradually erupt into happy voices, no outright cheers, but it's good enough for me.

I find myself flanked by Fluffy as she sits down next to me, a smile on her face as she begins dishing up for herself. "Tonight's a party, huh?" Glancing over her, I realize she's wearing a pillowcase of all things... Why a pillowcase, exactly?

"Why are you wearing-" My words are immediately interrupted by a frustrated glance from Fluffy and a sigh.

"Our Lady Heroine said 'because you are fluffy, you belong in a pillow.'" She states curtly, grumbling as she bites into a sausage with a force that makes my thighs clench shut.

I curiously look around for Julia, finding her wearing bandages in a frankly lewd rendition of what an undead mummy might look like, Killa on the other hand...

Killa is wearing a full latex bondage suit, her cheeks a dark red as she tries to keep herself covered up while eating, where did she even...

"I found it in emo butler's room." The heroine says. Okay, I have, like, so many questions it's hard to figure out where to even start.

I frown a bit, realizing that I'm the only one not quite dressed for the occasion, even all my servants have masks!

I pull a cork out with my teeth and begin downing a bottle of wine set onto the table by one of the many servants lugging them in, a faint sigh as I try not to let my gloom seep out into the rest of the happy atmosphere.

"Hey, Ilvia, I brought a costume for you too." I can't help but jump and glance over at the Heroine cautiously as she pulls out a stick of makeup, unfurling the contents while looking at me.

She begins gingerly applying it to her lips before puckering up and kissing me all over my cheeks, causing me to squirm heavily, though unwilling to push her off, unwitting laughs escaping my lips as she plants kisses all over my face and calls it a costume, feeling the cold lipstick press against my forehead for several brief strokes before she smiles.

"All done." I tilt my head curiously, wondering what she had done with the lipstick at the end there, but I can't help but feel better now, my 'costume' being quite a creative one I wouldn't have thought of.

I begin downing more wine in my joy, pushing a bottle of white to the Heroine, recognizing her dislike for red. "If you manage to get drunk faster than me, you can have me in your harem." I say with a small cheerful grin.

I meant that more as a joke, thinking that would temper her getting plastered before the real festivities began, but I can't help but be shocked as she begins chugging the bottle, spurning my attempts to stop her with gravity magic.

"W-wait, hold on, that's-..." My cheeks can't help but flush, realizing the meaning of her actions. I can't lose! I'll be stuck in her harem forever! I begin downing my red wine in furious haste, doing my best to encourage the servants to bring more, ready for us both to get plastered.

... But... The Heroine wants me in her Harem?

+Duh. Also you should have seen the looks on your servants faces when you laughed, I think one of them nearly peed themselves, another one pitched a huge tent. I can see why you have some of the servants you did.+

(... Yeah, you think I just picked servants out because they existed? Obviously I picked ones I found cute or sexy for various reasons.)

+I wonder what your servants are doing now, honestly?+

(Well, most of them went back to their families, so... I'd wager living their lives normally. Though I imagine many of them left with a slightly more insatiable libido than they arrived with.)

+Also, do you really do drugs?+

(Uhhh, yeah, some of em. I mean, I'm a demon. Well, I 'did.' Most of them are demon realm exclusives so I haven't exactly...)

+Say no to drugs!+

(You... Yes, sure, whatever. Say no to drugs.)