Elsewhere...
Erisandra Ulthua Epsilon strode through the dark red stone corridors glaring at any unfortunate soul who happened to be travelling in the other direction, causing them to hasten their steps. It had been another tedious and frustrating meeting and she couldn't help but wonder, as she did at the end of every meeting, just what the point of it all was.
It really felt as though she was the only one actually trying to do her job as the young Demon Lord had instructed them. Poor dim Sera most often struggled to keep up with the flow of the conversation, occasionally chipping in with a sentence or two that most likely sounded impressive inside her own head but never had any real meaning or substance. When she wasn't doing that she was glaring at or insulting whichever poor fool had been sent to fill in for The Conductor that day.
The arrogant jerk that he was, The Conductor was apparently above such petty things as performance assessment meetings and had long refused to attend them. Eris was convinced that it was because it infuriated him so much to have to sit across from Sera, a demon woman who had essentially been promised to him at birth but who had in fact become strong enough on her own that she had forged her own path through sheer pig-headed stubbornness and rose to a position equal to his own. Now he couldn't touch her without severe repercussions from the Underlords.
As a result, he would always send one of his servants, some poor soul that was totally out of their depth in a room full of superior demons who didn't care a jot for their opinions or concerns when they weren't being openly scornful of them. Most often these lesser demons left the meeting a blubbering, traumatised mess and Eris couldn't help but wonder how many of his subordinates did he ruin by subjecting them to this unnecessary torment? One particularly cocky incubus had the temerity to make an offhand comment to Sera and had almost died as she smashed in his face and nearly broke his skull in two.
The last Supervisor in the meeting was Sera's half-sister Ulanda 'The Rose,' a demoness who had the fortune of being born into the Salamaria's main family and thus had been groomed at a young age to be the heir to the family and so lavished with all the opportunities and benefits that such a position entailed.
It was evident that Ulanda also resented her half-sister's presence in the meetings and spent what little time she wasn't using sucking up to and flirting with their Underlord sneering at Sera and making snide comments about her performance, or lack of it.
Finally, and worse off was their supposed superior and the chair of the meetings. The corpulent, flatulent, repulsive Underlord Grima 'The Devourer' a truly loathsome being seemingly comprised almost entirely of rolls upon rolls of blubbery flesh, dozens of chins and piggy little eyes that glanced across at the various demonesses in the room with undisguised lust. Eris was surprised the foul beast could even find his own cock amongst all that fat, let alone have the ability to pleasure a woman with it!
It was clear that he had intentionally stacked his group of assigned supervisors with females and it was similarly clear that he had made a point of directing The Conductor to only send female subordinates to the meeting, though that instruction wasn't always obeyed, as evidenced by the previously mentioned incubus incident. Grima was always the first one in the meeting room, likely because he had to be lowered there from his living quarters above, the ceiling having been long removed. The room was always cold as a result. Seriously? What room in the demon world is always cold! Geez!
As for his contribution to the meetings themselves, it didn't even warrant discussing. It always just amounted to him trying to bully his female subordinates into doing as he wanted. Largely unsuccessfully. Ulanda talked a good game but Eris was fairly certain her family would step in to protect their precious heir if things went past a certain point. Sera she knew would tear Grima a hundred new arseholes before she allowed him to so much as touch her. As for Eris herself, it didn't even need mentioning. But it didn't stop the tonne of lard from trying.
He wasn't the only one, of course. It was all because of that damn rumour! Fucking men! It was so vexing that they were necessary in this world! They were all just so stupid and shallow! Eris often equated being male to having a second brain that only ever thought of one thing and did so much louder than the other, more sensible brain. That was certainly how most of the men she'd met acted, like they were doing all their thinking with a different organ than the one in their head! The frustrating part was that she didn't even consider herself a lesbian she just couldn't help but look at the selection of male partners available to her and find them wanting. Like seriously, not a single one of them? Eugh!
Still fuming Eris arrived at her private quarters, the place where she spent most of her time. As a supervisor she could have her own place outside of the administration building, but she hadn't seen the point in extending her commute to and from work just to make a statement that she could afford her own house. It was also only a few doors down from Sera and she was always fun to tease, even if being friends with her meant her own workload was almost always twice as large as it should be. Eris considered all that time and effort an investment, one she'd cash in on eventually.
She glanced up at the plaque above her door. It displayed both her name and her title. She had previously seen her title as a symbol of pride, now it just reminded her of those jerks. She didn't believe her fetish was difficult to understand. She was known as 'The Switcher,' because she enjoyed switching people. She'd find a target, find out what made them tick, their likes and dislikes and then 'switch' them so that everything was the reverse of what it was before. She'd once taken a popular actress and 'switched' her along with her most reviled stalker so that he was suddenly the rich and famous one and she was stalking him! That had taken many years to pull off, her biggest job ever.
Similarly, she'd once 'switched' a woman who owned over two dozen cats and watched the lady butcher them all in a single night of blood-soaked carnage. The best part was that Eris made sure that they were aware that this change was taking place inside them and that some small part of them recognised that this wasn't how things were supposed to be. And every now and then Eris would switch them back and listen to their impotent rage and remember how satisfying it could be to pull such a thing off.
It was just so frustrating how the men always misinterpreted her desires. They all for some reason assumed that Eris was also a switch and that in spite of her domineering and superior attitude what she really secretly desired was to be able to let go and let a man take control of her. They weren't even necessarily wrong, for while Eris mostly amused herself with other women and assumed the dominant role she did feel as though she'd very much enjoy allowing herself to be taken roughly by a superior man who actually knew what he was doing. But all the men around here seemed to think that meant that all they needed to do was act like complete arrogant pricks to her and she'd collapse mewling into a puddle of her own leaked juices. Idiots!
Eris took a moment to calm herself, then she opened the door to her abode and entered.
'Welcome back mistress,' two voices called out simultaneously. Ah yes, Eris had forgotten that Crimson and Ebony were on duty today. She did frequently mix up the schedule to make sure she didn't know what to expect.
'Would mistress like a bath first,' began Ebony:
'Or would she prefer dinner,' continued Crimson:
'Or would she like us!' they finished together. Eris couldn't help but grin at the sight of the pair. Perhaps her favourite project, these two had been bitter rivals. Hated the very sight of each other, to the point that they often came to blows both on and off the pitch. They argued and fought over everything; they fought over clothing, over drinking spots, over women and she'd even heard it said they had a fight in the showers over who's dick was bigger! As though you couldn't tell by looking! Fucking men!
Now, however, the two of them were so in sync they spoke at the same time and finished each other's sentences. Almost as though they were actually one person. But they weren't. That would have been cheating. Eris was just very good.
'A bath and a glass of Virgin's Blood,' she said, in answer to their question.
'At once, mistress,' they declared together, and in spite of their words took a moment to kiss passionately in front of her before moving away, each girl's hands roaming over her partner's body. She'd certainly taught those two well, she'd be well satisfied tonight. She quickly removed her own clothes, she preferred to be naked in her own home, and followed the girls. Ebony went to get her drink while Crimson guided her to the bathroom and, once she sank into the warm water, began to gently massage her shoulders . Finally, Eris was able to relax and contemplate the current situation.
The conclusion she reached was that things weren't great. The young Demon Lord was doing his best, but he couldn't hold a candle to his predecessor. He just didn't know enough about politics or business or enough about people to know who was suitable for certain jobs and who weren't. That huge waste Grima for instance would never have gotten his position under the former Demon Lord.
And Sera would have been made a Captain, where her sheer power would have been in good company. No, the entire system was struggling and stuttering and Eris was considering her next move. At what point would it be wise to resign and head to one of the other demon realms? She knew the journey wouldn't be easy, but it was growing more appealing every day.
Still, she still had business she wanted to conclude here, loose ends to tie up and grudges to settle. Like her good friend Serenade, of course. There's no way Eris would be leaving until she'd had her chance to cash in the debt that was owed to her. But to this day Eris hadn't decided quite how to do that. She'd previously considering gift wrapping her and presenting her to one of the men, Grima or The Conductor. Seeing her being made into a toy for one of them would have been deliciously satisfying. But as much as she wanted to see Sera fall, she loathed both those guys with a passion that far overruled any intentions she might have with Sera.
So some other way to 'switch' her good friend was in order. Sera enjoyed causing pain so for the longest time Eris had been considering how to turn that particular table on her. But now an interesting new opportunity has made itself available. Dearest Serenade had a new servant, a little weasel of a man that somehow managed to survive almost sixty years of Sera's particular brand of abuse without snapping like a dry twig. The cretin sure was tough, if nothing else. But how best to utilise him for Sera's downfall?
Switching their roles was the obvious choice, watching Sera have the rug pulled out from under her by her own slave would be a true pleasure. But she'd done that once before and it took forever to properly implement. She could instead break the servant and show once and for all that Sera's training methods weren't worth shit. That should put a dent in her foolish ill-conceived pride!
Yes, there were so many ways she could fuck with the pair, thinking about it was about as enjoyable as enjoying her servants. And enjoy them she did. She enjoyed Crimson's hands on her body, and later enjoyed Ebony's tongue battling with her own. She enjoyed their mouths playing with her breasts and she enjoyed being eaten out from both front and back at the same time. She enjoyed both girls in many different ways all through the night until the three of them were exhausted and she was left to soak in the aftermath. Her body was satisfied, but there was always that fainted of aches, the deepest parts of her that weren't content. As much as she enjoyed sex with her girls it had been a while since she'd been well and truly satisfied. And she hated that! Fucking waste of space men!