*Shink!*

“Guh!”

Damian coughed up, as he felt the cold touch of steel penetrate his chest. Searing pain ran through him to the point he couldn’t make a sound, all he could do was look down and see the dagger that stabbed him, and the slightly red tinged hand holding it.

He shakingly looked up into the face of his killer, who in contrast looked back at him with a stoic and unamused glare.

“Pffz!. Disgusting worm!” Ziiel scuffed, twisting the dagger in his chest so the wound got bigger, before ripping it out and pushing him back.

Damian stumbled back, grabbing at his wound before slamming his back into the wall of the demon’s office, slowly sliding down it until he sat on the floor, coughing up blood as he looked beggingly up at the demoness.

“Ohh wonderful!, now I got blood on my favorite fur… *Sigh* That is why I make my employees do the dirty work… Oh by the dark lords…” She complained, walking over to her big office table to fetch a piece of cloth, before walking back to you.

“You see Damian, this could have been avoided, had you NOT tried pushing your luck around my parts of town, and with ME for that matter. At first, I let it slide, as you were a good business partner and such at the time. But then you just kept going, and going, and GOING…” She hissed with venom in her voice, cleaning the blade as best she could, while keeping her loathsome glare of anger and disgust, down at the bleeding out deadman.

“You acted like you OWNED the place!, like you OWNED my girls and boys!. Acting like I was YOUR little obedient SLUT!. And now look at you…” She growled, waving a hand over him to emphasize her point. “Sitting on your ass, bleeding out like the little leach that you are, and with no one who’s going to give a damn when you are gone… You truly were a pathetic man!” She finished her rant, now noticing the dying man was crying, knowing that he was gonna meet his demise soon.

“HAH!, Really?. Not even gonna have the dignity of dying like a man?. You’d rather die like a crying child?. Ho ho ho!, oh you just keep on surprising me Damian…” She chuckled, before crouching down to look at him face to face. “But before you go to hell, you MUST know this…” She said, squeezing both his cheeks with one hand to make him look at her face.

“...Out of all the men I've had the ‘Pleasure’ of bedding. YOU were the worst one yet, both in size, and endurance!. My goodness!, not even other succubuses like i would waste their time with you!. Golly!, not even an incubus would want your sorry ass!. Ho ho ho hoo!” She laughed.

Tears ran down his face, as the world around him began to fade. The last sound echoing in his head as life left him, was the demon’s degrading laughter.
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This was just another normal day for fine madam Ziiel. Running a crime buissnes isn't all rainbows and sunshine, and even tho she runs a brothle franchise, she do end up having to get her hands dirty from time to time.