"Again?!"
The angry voice thundered through the hall, and the angels in the middle of the hall, down on one knee, shivered.
Before them was a semicircle of massive beings, all seated on golden thrones, with the light cut off just above their lips so no one knew exactly what they looked like. There were five of them. The five rulers of the heavens.
And the one raging now was Vaelion. The Enforcer Of Heaven.
Above his throne, engraved into the wall, was his sigil. A symbol that explained his place among the Divine Lords and the unshakey role he played in heaven. The sigil was a burning spear crossed with a scroll. The sigil representing the god of Divine Order and retribution.
"Are you really telling me that one little demon is smarter than the whole of Heaven?! She has been on the run for five years. Five!" Vaelion's irritated voice boomed again, and fear pressed so hard upon the angels that none of them dared to move a muscle.
The being speaking was draped in a white robe, and his fingers and wrists were decorated with golden ornaments. He, just like the other four beings, had white markings in his skin that glowed under the light that seemed to come off the very walls.
"In 5 years, she has possessed nine girls, four of whom are dead! She is wreaking havoc! Are you all waiting for her to turn the human realm into a replacement for that disgusting realm of demons!?" Vaelion spat, but he was met with silence.
Suddenly, he leaned forward, his golden ornaments clinking lightly, and the angels flinched.
"Enough failures," he hissed. "Assemble a Sanction Squad."
At the sound of those words, the hall buzzed with tension. The host of heaven marvelling at the extreme command.
Sanction Squads were reserved for the worst abominations… the kind Heaven feared. The mere mention of these squads caused fear to take root in anyone's mind.
"I will handpick them myself," Vaelion continued.
"No more soldiers. No more chances. That demon would be found, and ripped away from the skin of humanity!" He spat, and one of the other divine lords moved gently in her throne.
"You're always so quick to anger, Vaelion." Her voice, soft like evening breeze, wafted through the hall, and everyone fell quiet.
Her name… Cymiriel. The Mother of Judgement. Lordess of Justice and Mysteries of Fate.
Her sigil also shone brightly on the wall above her head. It was a scale with one side hidden under a veil.
Vaelion turned to her with his anger still burning bright, and Cymiriel stared at him with her usual, deceptive calm.
"Do you have any better ideas, Cymiriel?"
"I just might." She replied as she crossed her legs, and Vaelion eyed her.
Her flowing robe of silver and blue shifted gracefully as she moved. Her presence was peaceful, but no less commanding than Vaelion's.
"Sending a squad which can destroy an entire realm after one succubus is a bit too much, don't you think?" She spoke again, and Vaelion blinked as he stared at her.
"So, what do you suggest we do?"
"Let's send Ishamiel." She responded, and gasps took up the halls again.
"I raised him myself, and he seems just fit for the job. More than a soldier, less than the sanction squad. What do you say?" She added, and Vaelion leaned back to think.
"Are you sure he can do this?" He questioned skeptically, and Cymiriel chuckled dryly.
"I've trained Ishamiel since he was a wingless youngling. To doubt him is to doubt me. Do you doubt my abilities, Vaelion?"
Her response was cold and sharp. Leaving no room for argument.
"No."
"Good. All in favour of sending Ishamiel?" She then responded, and the remaining three beings on their thrones with their sigils bright above them, raised their hands.
"Then it is settled." Cymiriel's voice chimed, and Vaelion smiled.
A cruel, wicked smile.
"Within thirty days..." He began wistfully. "...That demon's ash will feed the winds!"
*******
While the rulers of Heaven plotted their strategies, Selora's mission was simpler. Seduction and control. The human realm was full of temptations, ripe for her influence
Selora basked in the attention she got as every head she passed by in the hallway turned to her.
School… the perfect hub of unhealthy, filthy pheromones from sex derived, lustful teenagers.
She took a deep breath, and she could almost taste the delectable suppleness of lust in the air.
Humans... always so easy to rile up and play like puppets. Little dolls that could become mindless zombies when driven with just the right amount of lust.
"Ahhh…"
She moaned under her breath as she made her way to Isabel's first class.
The number one rule of possessing a new human is to stick to their schedule. Missing school and classes would be the first tell-tale sign that something was up.
So, she could change the girl as much as she wanted, but she had to remember to stick to certain rituals. Especially, school, classes and friends… But from the looks of it, Isabel didn't seem to have any friends.
Don't worry, human. I'll fix that for you.
"Is that a new student?" A boy whispered as Selora walked by, and she smirked at the admiration in his voice.
"No, dummy. That's… Isabel." A girl nearby informed him as she hit him over the head with a notebook, and although Selora was already a few feet ahead, she could still hear them.
"Wow… The priest's daughter? I never knew she was so… Hot."
Of course, they never knew.
The usual Isabel always let her healthy black hair fall and cover her pretty face, and always wore ridiculously long skirts.
Selora wasn't having that.
Now, she had her hair in a ponytail, had her skirt so short, bending over to pick something would be an extreme sport. And her nipples were pressing hard against the white fabric of her uniform's top as Selora was graceful enough not to wear a bra.
A senior walking past with some of his friends whistled.
"How much for a date, new girl?" He teased, and Selora looked down at his crotch.
Despite his pants and briefs, she could see clearly what his size was, and she wasn't impressed.
She looked up at the brunette boy who was smirking mischievously at her, and she shot a sweet smile at him.
"A few more inches." She replied with a wink, and his smile dropped as she turned her back to him, and walked into the next class. Biology.
Yes, she had to corrupt a human in 24 hours, but at least her first time in this body should be worth it.
It was only fair to poor, virgin Isabel who was kind enough to lend her body to a demon in need.