Your name is Galentia, but you go by "The Lady". Your are a First Level demonic angel, second only to your Queen. But you have grown weary of all the pain and suffering you see on the faces of the slaves of your world. You have also a hidden desire to be the Queen of the demon hordes, but you know your ideas of more freedom for the enslaved of this world runs counter to those of the "Combined Council". You feel that things would be better if the slaves have more pleasures,...as your kind achieves....than feeling the lash,...or worse, the pain of endless torment, and agony. You keep these feelings deep within your mind, your heart and your soul.....least, if any other demon angels got wind of these 'feelings' you have....and you do act these out on those enslaved to you.....
' I would be ex-communicated....and be made to be a slave....' you think, as you sigh and walk into your own, most inner, private chambers and sanctum......You then lock the outside doors, make sure the wards on anti-spying are in place,....and that these hallowed grounds for you.....' are clean of their filth, and corruption!' you add. With a satisfied nod you see all of your wards are still up and holding,....then you start to removed your simple, yet elegant robe, exposing your perfect, un-blemished body, as you gaze lovingly into the full length mirrored wall that you are standing in front of.
"And I do not mind to say this aloud.....but by the Gods....I got a body.....that makes them all envious.....!" you state as you preen and paw,....maul and heft your breasts,....making sure to rub and pinch your always erect nipple nubs....

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