The Succubus and her two Mates

49| Off to Hell

Kainon had moved quickly. Once he had made his escape, able to fight off the wolf guards that had come to whip him, he'd burnt his last card in the wolf realm by calling for a high ranking official to cash in a magic oath-favour, who had got him out of there. Once back in the human realm, he had summoned his chief servant, Crell, and enacted a part of the plan.

Kainon already had intel on where the dragons stayed in the city and where their private plane left from- he had intel on all the prominent families across all the realms. He had sent Crell to scout it out and call him the moment anyone arrived. Thankfully, he'd had enough foresight to send support, considering he didn't know what kind of retinue they would have. He couldn't have even been sure she was in this realm, but when he heard word that dragon douche had just traveled by a witch portal out of there, he had hedged his bets.

He had planeshifted through to the Netherrealm not long after Crell had brought her there. It was the only place safe to him now, and even then it was a premature move. His plans had been cut short with his capture. He'd still had a number of coordinated attacks on the Netherrealms rulers that was supposed to happen before he did this part- but there was no time and the official from the wolf realm had no obligation to help him now, so he had no easy way to bring the Alpha King down now.

"Where is she?" He demanded.

Crell hunched over in a bow to him. "Through here master." His natural form was about five foot tall with arms too long for his body. He had forgone his human glamour and stood there green skinned with his wide face and large ears.

Kainon rushed into the room, kneeling in front of her. She was laying on a chaise lounge. Her hair was unglamoured, her lips parted slightly. She looked so beautiful. He sighed with contentment.

The peaceful feeling was short lived as he saw the unconscious naked man on the ground, hog tied and gagged. He didn't know him. He looked at Crell and raised an eyebrow.

"Her companion, my Lord," he explained. "A werecat- second in command to the Dragon Prince," he elaborated.

His jaw set, remembering what that wolf guard had said, he settled in front of Ronnie and touched her face. "How long will she be out?"

"Not long now. She should wake any minute." He shifted from foot to foot.

"What is it, Crell?" He snapped impatiently.

"There was also an enthralled Archdaemon with them," he said.

Kainon humpfed. "Do we know him?"

"I believe he is Gajon."

Kainon sat back on his hunches. "You don't say? What did you do with him?"

"We placed him in the catacombs."

He whipped his head around. "He's here? You fool!" He stood and struck the goblin.

Crell cowered from him. "I thought you would want to-"

"I never said you could think! Whoever is his possessor will be able to sense where he is. Is Patton here yet?"

Crell stayed in his crouched position. "Yes, yes. Arrived just before you."

"Get him to cast a cloaking spell immediately. And get rid of that Archdaemon."

Crell scrambled out of the room, not daring to glance back.

Kainon went back to where she lay. He glanced a few times at the unconscious man, fire building in his stomach. What had his little pet been up to?

~*~

Ronnie slowly came to. Her head was pounding. Muffled yelling made its way into her awareness. She cracked an eye and looked around.

She could see Brand on the floor, restrained. He was on his stomach, both ankles and wrists tied painfully behind his back. He was bucking trying to free himself, his eyes wide with terror.