"Regina tua sum! In servitute mea contabesces. Grati estote, vermiculi!" The war of the hells was over, the third layer had fallen to Asmodia's succubus. Some had defected from the Mistress to her command while others now dwindled between serving her or remaining loyal to their master. But for now, their hesitance mattered little, as seated in the shambled mansion of the last lord, Asmodia gave the maggots their speech. "I am your queen! You shall wither in my service! Be grateful, you worms. For I am a merciful queen."
With a smirk riding on her lips, the devil of seduction watched the heads of every soul in hell bowing at her feet. She'd finally done it, she'd become a primordial and that too with unprecedented ease.
