The roar the sounded from upstairs was enough to make even Dhiren jump nervously from his chair in the kitchen. Moments prior he had been admiring his slave's childish sense of humor, paining a less than flattering picture of him being chased by a hungry headless chicken wielding fine looking silver utensils. Truthfully the painting had made him chuckle, and he considered letting Alses' torment pass for a day in his good humor. His mother's scream tore that idea from his mind, and he glanced at the wall, his face dark in anger. All color faded from the painting, and in a heartbeat the kitchen displayed what Alses was sure to find a disturbing piece of art indeed.
Done in shapes of black, white, and grey it depicted vividly a chase between her and her master. She was trying to take flight, her various items caught midflight in the air to attempt to crush Dhiren in his eager conquest. Darker beams of shadow blocked even the heaviest of items, leaving the arrogant demon entirely free to inflect whatever punishment he felt his pet deserved. To those gifted with lewd minds the scene was more than suggestive of what he desired. He had the succubus' ankle caught firmly in one hand, raising her leg high above his head, while forcing apart her other knee with his own. She was twisted in the air, the fabric of the already revealing dress not covering very little indeed. Most striking though was the detail he forced into the faces, the pure look of shock and horror painted on hers, and a hungry satisfaction on his own. His eyes seemed to lock onto whoever stared at it, intense and terrifying, betraying no hint of tenderness or love. "Do not let Alses change that." He ordered the house, adding just one last detain to the work of art, a note to his disobedient little slave.
"I am the predator. Cross me and you will be eaten in the most excruciatingly pleasurable of ways. ~ Master."
satisfied he moved himself up to his mothers room, his eyes taking in the mess his newest slave created. "Fallen!" He roared as he set about fixing it, returning the nauseating shades of pink and green to the ornate wallcovering he had set in place to begin with. Next he focused on his mother, who was desperately trying to stop the flow of water using her hands, soaking what little she was wearing. For a woman so thin and frail it sent a jolt of concern running through the demon, worried she would catch cold. She would tend to it after all. She would stand in the dripping wet clothing until the air dried her, never noticing she was wet to begin with.
"Wizards! Jealous witch whores!" His mother was screaming now, Not comatose, not lucid, but lost in her own realm of fantasy. "They are ruining my home! Filthy magic bastards, I will kill them all!"
"Turn it off." Dhiren said, his voice a deadly calm, and the house responded immediately, drawing back the pipes to disappear once more into the walls of his home. He stepped forward, and the floor drained of its water, vanishing through solid stone. "Milady." He said to his mother in his calmest voice, "Your bath is prepared, shall I help you ready yourself for it?"
Madhis drew in several long breaths before she finally calmed, looking back at the tub, which had indeed filled more than halfway in the struggle between his mother and the faucet. "No, I prefer to bath alone, leave me." She said as if Dhiren were her butler, pushing the garb from her shoulders even as the younger demon bowed and made his way to the exit, his gaze hardening as he imagined wringing the scrawny neck of his newest purchase. In one day she managed to set his mother into more fits than most slaves would in a week. And she would pay for it.
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