Demon Bordello

Prologue

It has been 30 years since the Demon Gate was opened and slammed shut once more. The world on the brink of destruction relied on a group of mercenaries to drive the demon hordes back into their home and deliver them from those that did not flee. The mercenaries however were not heartless and gave leave to many of the demons who had fled their homes to stay amongst the mortal realms. Humans are fickle creatures however and many never came to accept these new residents. Demons are highly discriminated against and viewed as the lowest of the low. Many do what they must to survive, while trying to remain unseen.

Lethia had long ago learned of man's hatred of her kind. Being half demon had left her with a bad taste in her mouth for both sides of the coin. Her mother had left her on the steps of the Church as many demon mothers did. Her father from what she could guess had been one of her mothers clients. There wasn't many jobs available for demons and the ones that were, were the less savory. For all of man's hatred of demons they had a fondness for them in ways that could not be spoken of in polite society. Even now at the age of 16 as Lethia tried to find work to help support the others she was faced with this harsh reality of bigotry and racism.

Lorelai rolled her eyes as the human threw the money down and walked out of the bordello. She walked to her bathroom and grabbed her mouthwash. After a few minutes of swishing, she spit out the mouthwash and hopped in the shower. As she let the warm water run over her, she wondered why she even did this. She had three job offers to run drugs through this town and since all the cops were crooked, and clients, she figured she could make a decent living doing that, not that the money there was so bad.

She hopped out of the shower and as she was getting dressed she heard a commotion in the room next to hers. She ran over and kicked the door down. Three johns were on top of another girl, younger and inexperienced. She threw them into a wall and helped the poor, shaken thing to her feet. The johns turned to her as she sent the younger girl to her room. They licked their wounds and the rage in their eyes was unmistakable. She rolled her eyes and undressed again. Anger sex was her specialty after all.