THE DAY OF A SUCCUBUS

The mornings in the demon realm were always silent, with the sky bleeding with a seemingly smoldering glow from the suns that rose up from opposite sides of the horizon, glowing like the last breath of a dying fire. Velmoria always awoke at this time, and this morning was not any different. She stirred in her silk draped bed, her skin catching the faint light that seeped through the arched windows of her chambers. 

She stretched her back, her small back leathery wings unfurling lazily behind her, brushing against the cool post of wood that made up her headboard. 

She let out a soft sigh after her stretch. Her eyes drooped lazily, and her blue hair stood in all directions. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the cold floor against her bare feet seemingly grounding her. Since she now worked for the queen, she had no worry about being late to serve the demon king.