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Theme: H is for Hades.

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Purgatorio – Nelo Angelo

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He was handsomer with the armor, but she was supposed to practice mating with a human. Not that her target was a human, but he usually had the body of one, that was why she looked like a human, after all. The fool thought humans were worthy of mating with.

Of course, he was the offspring of such a perverted mating so…

This was far better than being taken by Mundus, though she knew it was wrong to feel that way. Submitting to her god should be the greatest pleasure. She could and would die for him.

She tried to focus on what pleasured the bastard, what got the most reactions. She'd been told to avoid pain: how foolish was that? Mating with pain was like a fight without blood. Humans. Still, she usually managed to get aroused despite it, even though she shouldn't find something like this attractive.

A near-mindless slave that followed her orders perfectly but did not speak, only made noises. So at least she could tell what worked, what made him moan and squirm, press closer instead of flinch back, the expectation of torment so ingrained.

Her practice toy was desperate to please her and excellent at it: Mundus must have given his perfect soldier succubus training. She had to make him stop so she could focusing on learning how to please it.

Though sometimes, secretly, she indulged.

Indulged in blood and servitude, made Sparda's son her symbol of his hated father as she was Mundus' symbol of the one he hated.

She told him, though he showed no reaction, how she would drag his brother into this hell beside him, how he had no hope of rescue, how Mundus would inevitably triumph over all, and his father's deeds would have been for nothing, whispering it cruelly.

While his training was good in one sense it was bad in another: it was hard to make him come without an order, and too easy with one. He feared being given pleasure, making it harder to make him lose himself in it.

When she could wrap him around her finger, when she could make him come even after ordering him not to (and then punishing him so deliciously before having him service her to win forgiveness), then she knew she was ready for the other one.

Finally, she brought him before Mundus and demonstrated the completion of her training. She had barely begun before he ordered her to stop, angry that she had taken some pleasure from the act instead of merely faking. He ordered her to return to training: she was to be able to endure everything without being focused on pleasure, so she would develop no attachment to the one she mated with.

She knew he also didn't want to feel the ecstasy of even an image of Eva mating with 'Sparda.'

More practice, on maintaining her calm no matter what he could do: and surely Dante would have not a fraction of the skills of Mundus' toy.

Finally, that as well was done. All was ready.

She would ensnare Dante as soon as she touched him, thanks to his broken brother.