Phenex A Great Marquis of the Ars Goetia part 2

from /hhg/ - Helluva Hotel General #816, #817
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Phenex A Great Marquis of the Ars Goetia
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>It’s fking hilarious to think that Stolas and Stella were once respected. Perhaps a slight bit of blackmail would secure a marriage? Cyrus would need some training but I can handle tha-

>>then, suddenly, she turned around gazing up at a statue of her husband
>>"Isn't that right, Phenex?í", she asked, sweetly

>When Lilith announced my presence I was in complete shock and I returned to my normal form and collapsed onto the ground. I also accidentally kicked the statue and it shattered on the ground.
>I quickly got up and kneel and look up towards Lilith. I honestly did not think she’d notice me and I’m afraid of what she's going to do.

>”QUEen Lilith! Sorry about that.. I didn't think you’d notice me.”

>I’m screaming on the inside and not sure what she’s going to ask me.
>I’m slightly shaking and worried. She wasn’t supposed to see me. No one was. How the fk did she notice me? It’s dark, I’m rather small, and I’ve been quiet this entire time.
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I have a question.

What exactly did Lilith do to Phenex? Did she use magic or threaten him?
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Well, magic, but not in the classical sense - it's something more arcane than that, something more ancient.
You gotta remember that while they may have been older than her as angels, Lilith is still older than most demons, being one of the very first to become one - perhaps, even before Lucifer.
Layla summed it up the most: she just used her mompowers - tease, scold, threaten...
And then, the faintest promise of a "reward", just enough to give his ego one last stomp.
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>they couldn't quite make out what she was saying - the Queen knew how to keep her secrets
>but really, this was just like the Marquis
>Phenex had something of a reputation behind closed doors as an information broker, but most of that was hearsay, as no-one had ever caught him in the act...
>...up until now

>Lilith had her ways: the phoenix first looked mortified, then embarrassed, then, for a brief moment, frozen in fear...
>...and then, just all hot and bothered
>finally, with a curt nod, he got up, and ambled away, tail between his legs

>that was one thing Layla really admired in her: she could handle things as a woman, a star, an icon, a lady of the night...
>...but she was most in her element when she was a mother
>it was inspirational - she really hoped that she'll be able to follow the act, once she had hatchlings of her own
>but ah, that was a distant project, still...

>...she wondered if she could get Her Majesty to be the little ones' Devil mother...
>oh, you're getting ahead of yourself, you silly girl!

>with Phenex out of sight (and, by the sound of it, catching up with Ose, though clearly not in the way he hoped - perhaps, the Queen had encountered the President, first?), Lilith's attention returned to the couple
>her smile, though initially warm, quickly began to radiate a distinct, salacious heat, which ruffled the feathers of the two in the most pleasing way possible
>blushing, they allowed the Queen to drag them down the opposite hallway that the Goetias and the imp had absconded through, all the while being dragged forth in a very similar manner, with Lilith charging ahead like a piquant tugboat - her dress fluttering in waves, and with the taller August and shorter Layla following along like dizzied barges bobbing in her bow's wake


ELSEWHERE, AND SOME TIME LATER


>though the heat lingered, it rapidly gave way to the cold
>two of them laid suppine in bed, whilst the third sat curled up - all three staring ahead
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>though it went better, FAR better than any of them hoped, it did little to help their mood - replacing all emotions with a supreme sense of drained emptiness
>trading a quagmire for a desert

>Stella slowly exhaled the smoke, before bringing it in for another drag
>she was... Exhausted, in all honesty
>more than she ever had been
>the last couple of hours weren't really spent in the throes of passion (and really, she hadn't expected as much), it was more like... Pain-unloading
>with each passing minute, she felt the weight, the ache upon her being lift, bit by bit
>really, this... "Blitz" defied his name - part of her vaguely wondered if Stolas' monthly affairs weren't really an ongoing elopement, but something more... therapeutic
>if that was the case, she couldn't blame him - the imp was a miracle-worker...!
>..."but not by choice", the marking on his forehead reminded her
>Curse of Luck, Inconsistent
>Curse of Lu st, Impertinent
>Curse of Love, Insecure
>he stank with the stench of misery, self-induced or otherwise

>he really was like Stolas, in a way
>both of them had gone above and beyond to ensure that she enjoyed it
>really, they did everything they could to please her
>the whole spectacle was rather vanilla, as much else was fairly out of practice for her...
>...but they did introduce her to some new things
>a shadow of a smile ran through her face, as she felt a fleeting tingle in her behind - little more than "stray current" from the night's events
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So does Phenex still have memories of everything? Or did she manage to use her magic to wipe those away as well?
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Nah. She pretty much just told him under no certain terms that he'd better "behave" if he "know what's good for him".


>but it was this overbearing overflow of lust that made her cast doubt on it's sincerity
>Blitz seemed to be something of a performer, and Stolas... Well, he tried to make up for at least the times she missed out, if nothing else...
>...but there was a "performative" element to the whole thing
>both clearly tried real hard. Too hard
>...all the while, pinning for moments where THEY can share some pleasure

>a particular "stage" came to mind:
>they had just introduced her to the carnal pleasures her as could offer to her, and she soon found herself sandwiched between her husband and his lover - Stolas taking his deserved "ho le" at the front (the one condition she stuck to, refusing to be "defiled" by another man), whilst Blitz took her from behind
>it was a hot, breathy mess - Stolas held her face as they kissed, more desperate for each other's ta ste than anything, with one of his arms upon her cheek, acting almost like a pillow underneath her, while the other gripped and massaged her lower che ek
>all the while, Blitz had his hands on her basts - gro ping, rub bing, pi nching, pulling -, with his teeth digging into her neck and shoulders, his le gs locking around Stolas', while spli tting hers open
>all she could do was hold onto her Prince for dear life, as they plunged into her, rushing to reach her cli max...

>...but once the foot was on the other shoe...
>...Stolas, now acting as her "big spoon", kept a slow, steady pace in his ministrations, while Blitz, behind him, but still holding onto her ("You guys are really fking thin, you know that? ...Sorry..."), and so did her husband
>she felt pulled into him, more than even before, but all the while, she couldn't help but to feel that the real action was happening behind her
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>As I walked down the hall after being threatened by Lilith I started fuming. I start breathing. Hard. I keep thinking about everything she said to me.
>As I reached the main hall once more I walked over to Ose. As I walk through the now bustling hall I push through the crowds and recognize Earl Furfur and Knight Furcas.
>Degenerates. The mere idea of pleasuring yourself in front of others.
>Once I got through the crowds I saw Ose with some random noble. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him off the noble.

>”Ose we need to talk in the restroom. It’s important.”

>Ose tried to respond but I kept pulling on him and we rushed into the restroom. I relieve my pulling and start shouting.

>”Ose! Do you know what I was doing!?”
>”No? I don’t care Phenex. I came here to have sx. Not help you with your massive book of who’s fking who.”
>”Shut the fk up! This is important. While I was watching and listening to Prince Stolas’s wife she talked about him fking imps and LENDING BOOKS TO AN IMP.”

>I see Ose's face turn into complete shock as he knows that lending such powerful items to others is very dangerous and breaking rules.

>”What. We aren’t supposed to do that. How do you know?”
>”Because the fking imp showed up at the party! He has the mark of Asmodeus! I was watching and listening in, the entire time. Major secrets. Turns out Stolas and Stella are terrible parents.”
>”Well no sht.”
>”LET ME FINISH CAT. Anyway, all three of them are fking right now. You brought a camera right?”
>”Yeah.”
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>Ose takes out a camera and I grab it out of his hands. Full battery and it’s rather small. Thankfully no flash either. Can’t let the others know I have an eye over everything.

>”Ose.. Did Lilith speak to you?”
>”Yeah. Told me to behave and sht. I haven’t done anything besides give you a camera.”
>”THE SUPERSIZED BCH DARED TO ORDER ME TO BEHAVE. LIKE A FKING CHILD!” (There’s a reference in this part. Congrats if you got it.)

>Flames start burning some of the clothing I’m wearing but I calm down and the flames reside.

>”The harlot knew I was watching. For some reason, I couldn’t resist her orders. So OSE. We’re going back out there and I’m going to make sure to keep an eye over Stolas and Stella. Make sure to cover me while you fk. Warn me if the whore comes by.”
>”Sure Phenex. Whatever. Just let me go.”
>”Fine.”

>Ose walks out of the restroom and I walk out as well. Earl Furfur was waiting outside and commented.

>”So what were you two doing?”

>The rage inside me burned greatly and I screamed at the Earl.

>”FK OFF FURF.”

>I walked back into the Hall and watched over the party of degeneracy. Perhaps taking some notes on all of this adultery will calm my mind?
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Time to split my story away from the main one.

>Hours later I was barely walking out of the place. I was stumbling and I could only move for a few seconds at a time before needing to regain my posture. I had drunk bottle after bottle after bottle. That BCH fking ruined my night. I’ll fing kill her if I ever get the chance.
>Thank Satan my limo was here. Before I got inside I vomited onto the pavement and then stepped inside. I made sure to flip the place off as my limo drove away. During the drive, I thought about how awful Hell is.
>So much screaming, shooting, crying, laughter, and so much more. I never wanted to be here. I never wanted to be one of Lucifer’s goons. I never wanted to get given orders BY SOME SUPERSIZED BCH WHO FKED LUCIFER.
>I want to go home. To Heaven. I hate everyone and everything in this pit. In Heaven, everyone was honest, just, kind, and understood each other. It was nice. A lot of rules but preferable over the suffering that is needing to have info on everyone in order to even survive.
>Sometimes I wish 1,200 years of this hell hole would’ve been enough for God to accept me back. Guess I was wrong! GUESS I HAVE TO GO THROUGH MORE OF THIS SHT. GUESS I HAVE TO ACCEPT ORDERS FROM AS HOLES WHO DON’T CARE!
>GUESS I GOTTA RAISE SOME RTRDED KID I NEVER WANTED! GOTTA COPE WITH HAVING A DEAD WIFE AND KIDS I ACTUALLY LIKED! Man, I love having to deal with all of this alone!
>Whatever. Who cares? I certainly don’t care. I don’t care about losing everything I love! I don’t care about only having a dipsht son who could barely study! I DON’T CARE!
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>”Sir.”

>A voice rang out and it was the driver. An imp. Disgusting creatures Lucifer decided to spawn. I snarl and shout at it.

>”What the fk do you want you profligate!?”
>”Are you ok? You seem to be in deep thought? You also smell like booze.”

>I leaped for the Imp and grabbed his throat and started strangling and started screaming.

>”DON’T TALK TO YOUR SUPERIORS LIKE THAT. YOU’RE WEAKER AND PATHETIC COMPARED TO ME. HOW DARE YOU EVEN TALK TO ME YOU WHORING BTC-” I realized that I was still hurt from the harlot threats.
>I released the imp and laid back down on my seat.

>”I’m sorry Imp. I’m just... Going through some sht. I’m so sorry. Just get me home. I’ll pay you triple for this. I just.. Can’t deal with this sht anymore. I.. I.” I was holding tears and I started coughing.
>”Just get me home. Please. I need to think..”
>I continue to cough and I sound like a chain-smoker that’s been smoking for 20 years.
>What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I just be happy? Whatever. I must push forward. I mustn't allow myself to fall for the inferior.
>After an hour of driving, I finally arrived home. It never seemed so.. cold before. So hostile.