The Fall-From-Grace Diaries
Chapter 3: Gianella's Joy
Gianella had brought Wingspirit home to a very upset Delilah. The elder succubus was pacing and snarling. Gianella had only seen her mother like this once before, and that was when the clans had voted to kill her friend Veronica. A succubus was not to peacefully coexist with mortals, it was against all they stood for, and Veronica had done just that until her sisters Hollythorn and Evelyn dragged her back to the Abyss and slew her. That meant this had to be bad.
"Gianella, I am glad you brought her home," Delilah said.
"Sheesh, what's wrong with you? You're all worked up. Did something happen?" Gianella asked. She didn't care about her mother at all, in fact she hated her almost as much as she hated Holly, but she still felt it would be a good idea not to make her angrier. Delilah was powerful and very smart, and she could even beat her oldest daughter if she had to.
"Gianella, the devils want tribute from me. They will spare the clan if I give them what they want," Delilah said.
"So? Give them what they want, and we can do whatever we want for good! This is good news! The clan has always had to fear the Khimadons!" Gianella exclaimed happily. The Khimadons were a group of powerful devils that were far more powerful than even balor, which were among the most powerful of demonic races.
"It's not the Khimadons. It is another Baatezu clan…and it's the tribute that I don't want to give them," Delilah said. She took to the air and started flying in circles.
"Can you calm down?" Gianella asked, embarrassed at this.
"Mom, giving tribute to protect us can't be that bad," Wingspirit said.
Delilah landed and walked over to her little daughter. "Wingspirit, if you knew what the tribute was, you would protest," she said.
"It can't be that bad. Usually they want mortal souls, or flesh of lesser demons," Gianella said.
"They want the flesh of a lesser demon all right!" Delilah yelled.
Wingspirit began preening herself, nipping at her wings, trying to clean anything that might be on them. Delilah slumped down to her knees, right next to the child, and stroked the girl's golden hair.
"Why don't you just tell us what's eating you?" Gianella asked.
"I don't really want to lose any of my children. I do sell them, but I still don't want them to die," Delilah whispered.
Gianella was becoming exasperated, "Get to the point, or I'll have to hurt you!" she yelled.
"The devils want…they want…Wingspirit," Delilah said.
"Awesome!" Gianella exclaimed.
"Why me?" Wingspirit asked.
"I don't want to give you up, but I have to protect the clan. It's my job to keep…Gianella, stop dancing! This is not a happy occasion!" Delilah yelled. Gianella was flying around, twirling and spinning in joy.
"It's delightful! I don't have to teach the defective little bitch to fly now, so I can continue my evil without hindrance!" Gianella said, continuing her joyful flight.
Delilah shook her head and picked up Wingspirit, "I'm giving you a bath. I'm not selling you to anyone all dirty," she said.
"I don't want to die! I'm only a kid!" Wingspirit protested.
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Wingspirit was putting up a fight. She didn't want a bath, and she was worried she was going to be killed by the devils, which was probably her future. Delilah had more water on her than Wingspirit did. There was shampoo everywhere, and the soap was slipping out of Delilah's hands constantly.
"You aren't making this go any faster, you know!" Delilah yelled.
"I don't want it to go fast! The longer I hold this off, the longer I get to live!" Wingspirit shot back.
"Gianella! Get in here!" Delilah called.
No answer.
"Starlight Silver!" Delilah yelled again, using Gianella's true name, which her daughter hated.
Emerald, one of Delilah's other daughters stuck her head in, "Gianella is out celebrating with some of the incubi...something about not having to teach Wingspirit to fly," she said.
"Then how am I gonna keep this little monster from squirming and splashing and otherwise being an unholy terror?" Delilah asked.
"Well…we are succubi. I only know one way to keep a succubus still," Emerald said.
Delilah was horrified at the thought. She was a succubus, but even they had standards on what to do and what not to do to their daughters. "I am not going to put anything in her vagina!" she screamed.
"Then I have no idea how you're gonna keep her from fighting this," Emerald said before she left. She was only older than Wingspirit by a few years, but she was already working with the other succubi. She was too young to take souls, but she was already quite a talented mage. Delilah wanted to make Emerald a trainer to the young succubi when she got old enough.
"Mom, I ran today," Wingspirit said, still thrashing.
"That's nice, now sit still!" Delilah screamed, trying to hold her daughter down. Wingspirit was slippery and couldn't be held.
"Gianella said I have to run before I can fly, and I ran, but I still can't fly," Wingspirit said, "Also, I met a guy."
"A male…excellent. If the devils didn't want you, you would make a fine clan mother, like me," Delilah said. She pinned Wingspirit's wings down with her own, finally keeping the demon child still.