Eve felt the cold fire licking her skin as she walked to the castle that housed her father. Large and embodying Hell itself, Eve walked through the door that the lowlings pushed open for her. The creaking of the door gave way to her entrance as her father looked over to her.
He looked as royal as a King of Hell would: eyes as sharp as a predator; silver tongue light in his mouth as he convinced others to obey him; his body posture- relaxed, yet alert at the drop of a dime.
"Daughter, you've returned," her father greeted her with a grin as he waved the demons away.
"I have," she nodded as she looked at the succubus on his lap.
'A different one,' she noticed and wondered, 'Geez, how many are there striving to get a taste of him?'
"We would need to talk, father," she quirked her brow, "Alone."
She heard the 'tch' from the succubus before seeing her nuzzling against her father's chest, as if to merge inside of him.
