Lucifer Reborn by Dante King (the reader ebook .TXT) 📗

“It must be some kind of glitch,” Mareth told me, trying to calm me down. The succubus found her schoolgirl top, took one look at the mess she’d made of it, and ran a hand over her breasts instead. They shimmered, and suddenly she was wearing a brand new crop-top with spaghetti straps. No bra necessary. “Look, there’s no sign of a struggle, right? No blood?”

Her words calmed me down. “You’re right,” I said, glancing back into the bathroom. “Yeah, it’s like she just disappeared.”

“She probably just...I don’t know! Maybe she found her way back to Earth somehow.” Mareth put a hand to her chin, thinking. Somehow, while I’d been freaking out, she’d used her magic to bring her body and fashion completely on point. To look at her, you’d never have thought she’d gotten piledrived into a kitchen counter with an Archlord candidate’s dick inside her just a few minutes ago. “I’ve got an idea.”

“What is it?”

“We grab Christina,” she said, gesturing at the door, “and we go to the Subspace Commission. That’s an office on campus that handles any issues related to student subspaces—problems with water and power, accidentally creating rooms with non-Euclidean geometry, that kind of thing. My first semester, there was an imp who was really into M.C. Escher—the stairs in his subspace went upwards and downwards at the same time—”

“Mareth,” I said sharply, startling the succubus into silence. “Are you telling me we should check the fucking lost & found!?”

The succubus flashed a sheepish smile. “It’s worth a shot?”

My hand went to my forehead. “For a human woman…! Shit, alright—we’ll start there, I guess. Even if they can’t find Maddie, hopefully they can tell us more. She’d better be okay.”

If she wasn’t, it was my fault. Finding her was my responsibility, and as far as I was concerned, the rest of the Academy’s obligations could wait.

That waitress needed my help.

Chapter 24

The nearest arcade inside the dormitories was a floor down, over on level six. I was antsy the whole way, tapping my foot in the elevator like it couldn’t possibly move fast enough for me. Every moment we wasted was another where Maddie could potentially be in trouble, screaming on her knees in front of some hideous demon who wanted to chow down on her like a Maddie sandwich. Mareth noticed how out of it I was—even through the afterglow of our amazing sex, the anxiety stood out clear as day.

“We’re going to find her,” the succubus said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “I promise you that, Master. Your problems are my problems now.”

I’d been so fixated on Maddie’s disappearance, I’d almost forgotten the transformation I’d just put Mareth through. “You mean that?” I asked, taking hold of her wrist.

She giggled. “You’re damn right. I’m your demon now. You’re stuck with me and Christina for a long, long time, buster. You’d better get used to having two gorgeous babes waiting on your every need…”

Her words sharpened me like nothing else. I slid a hand beneath her skirt, running my thumb along the still-damp slit of her freshly fucked pussy. Mareth shuddered, and I knew at a level more instinctive and primal than thought that I could’ve pinned her against the elevator right then and there, fucked her brains out all over again. She wanted it.

“There’s no two girls at this school I’d rather have on my team,” I growled against her neck, my fingers working within her. “But if you think I’m going to be satisfied stopping at two, little demon girl, you’ve got another thing coming…”

I pulled away as the elevator door opened, leaving her gasping. Mareth stared at me for a moment, her wide eyes unfocused. Spots of color rose to her cheeks as new demons filed into the elevator, wrinkling their noses at the smell of sex.

“Damn,” Mareth purred, following me down the hall. “Yeah, I definitely lucked out having you for a Master.” She grew thoughtful. “Or do you want me to use a different name with you in public, like with Oni?”

I slapped her on the ass as we reached the door to the arcade. Her butt had a nice jiggle. “Fuck no,” I told her. “It’s ‘Master’ 100% of the time. Why else would I have these powers?”

She laughed like that’s just what she wanted to hear. “Yes, Master!”

The arcade was filled with all sorts of crazy games, from ordinary ones I recognized like skeeball with a ‘demonic’ twist to attractions I couldn’t even guess the function of. Normally, I would’ve spent the whole afternoon checking them out, entranced by all the cool entertainment on display, but we didn’t have the time. I made a mental note to come back and raincheck the place, as it looked amazing, then strode through the aisles looking for Christina.

She’d taken up a stall near the back—a shooting gallery, from the looks of it. It was set up like an Old West town, with saloons and paper tumbleweeds stacked on top of each other where targets would pop up. Except that instead of the Hatfields & McCoys, you shot at the Angels & Demons. As I approached, a half-dozen angelic cowboys shot out from behind buildings, twirling lassos that turned into halos at the point where they made a circle.

At first, I couldn’t find the gun. Then I realized Christina needed no such thing—she was using the organic blades she’d formed from her nails during the fight in the Wrath Arena, spearing the little targets as they emerged. From the looks of things, she’d been at it for a while, and she was really, really good at it. A list of high scores scrolled on the side of the booth, with her name third for the week. Twelfth overall, which wasn’t bad at all for