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filing into the room.
    The lesser devils came first. These were the devils who,
like my own beloved Emo, looked just as the bible and human history have always
depicted them. They were red-skinned, some with scales and some without, with
short, squat bodies and long, sharply pointed horns on their wide heads. I knew
from personal experience that those horns looked and felt like ivory up close
and pierced human flesh like a sharp needle through a butterfly.
    The lesser devils come with varying degrees of humanity.
Some were little more than slavering canines, with long, sharp teeth that
served as constant funnels for saliva and their thought processes could be
compared to that of a cow’s or a pig’s. There was some intelligence there but
it was scattered and undisciplined.
    Others, like my Emo, are very human in their appearance,
despite the red skin and horns and very intelligent. These devils are generally
of a higher rank and keep two or three of the lower devils as pets. This much
I’d learned in my research on devildom.
    Then there were the royal devils. By far the most
intelligent and beautiful of the devils and therefore the most dangerous. Several
of these now filed in and sat in the chairs around the arc of the table. I was
very distressed to see that a few of the royal ones had angels chained to their
wrists. The angels were dressed in scarlet and black and were forced to keep
their eyes downcast. Several of them looked as if they’d been beaten. As I
looked at them, I couldn’t help wondering how they’d gotten there and why the
Big Guy wasn’t doing anything about it.
    I suddenly realized that my devil had moved around the table
and, send me to Hades, he’d taken up a spot just to the right of an extremely
beautiful female devil, at the center of the table. I didn’t even have time to
wonder what this meant before she spoke.
    “Prince Dialle, I trust you have kept our visitor well
entertained during her short wait?” The she-devil had the longest, blackest
hair I’d ever seen and she wore it in a thick braid down her back. I could see
the tail of it lying against the floor under her chair. Her heart-shaped,
golden face was framed in gentle curls of black and the entire outside curve of
her small, pointed ears was adorned with gold and jewel-covered earrings. She
was dressed, audaciously enough, entirely in white, from head to toe. Her outer
robe was completely sheer and fell in gentle folds to her feet, which were
covered in woven gold straps that climbed both of her slender calves to just
below her knees. Beneath the sheer material of her robe I could see the merest
triangle of denser fabric that served as her panties and a thin strap of the
same material, which covered just the center strip of her heavy breasts. She
was an incredibly beautiful she-devil, which meant that she was incredibly
dangerous.
    My devil, apparently a Prince, smiled widely at me and
winked. My traitorous face assumed its cherry-red color again. “I believe we
entertained each other, my love.”
    My love? My eyes narrowed at him and I suddenly wondered
what the she-devil would think of our mutual entertainment. I decided to find
out. “Yes. Our mating was very inspiring. He’s the best devil I’ve had this
week.”
    The she-devil merely laughed. Apparently she was not the
jealous type. “She taunts you, Dialle. You have apparently gotten under her
lily-white skin.”
    Prince Dialle didn’t look nearly so amused. “She has trouble
controlling her own emotions and she blames me for it. It is not her most
attractive trait.”
    I felt an uncontrollable urge to stick my tongue out at him
but fortunately I refrained. That wouldn’t have been very attractive either.
“I’m losing patience with all of this.” I swung my arm around the room, for the
first time realizing that the devil rabble had continued to dribble in as my
attentions had been elsewhere, I was now a very small minority of one in a room
of about fifty evil