Chapter 81: THE DAY OF A SUCCUBUS
The mornings in the demon realm were always silent, with the sky bleeding with a seemingly smoldering glow from the suns that rose up from opposite sides of the horizon, glowing like the last breath of a dying fire. Velmoria always awoke at this time, and this morning was not any different. She stirred in her silk draped bed, her skin catching the faint light that seeped through the arched windows of her chambers.
She stretched her back, her small back leathery wings unfurling lazily behind her, brushing against the cool post of wood that made up her headboard.
She let out a soft sigh after her stretch. Her eyes drooped lazily, and her blue hair stood in all directions. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the cold floor against her bare feet seemingly grounding her. Since she now worked for the queen, she had no worry about being late to serve the demon king.
After she had opened her windows, she tossed a short robe that fell to her mid thighs over her shoulders before walking to her bathroom where a tub of cold water waited. She took a quick bath, and wore her usual black maid attire.
As she was tying her hair in a bun, a knock sounded at her door, a sharp and clipped rhythm that belonged to a demon that she knew. She opened the door, and outside was Shazirath, floating a few inches in the air, holding a parchment in his hands.
"Velmoria," he greeted, "I hope your morning is good."
Velmoria leaned on her door, and gave him a short curt nod, "Up early I see, Shazirath."
The demon bobbed his head up and down, "Cannot be asleep if the demon king is awake." He handed her a parchment that he was carrying.
Velmoria opened it to find the outfit that the king wished for his queen to wear.