Lady Malcah

Some more writing set in my DungeonPunk setting.

Lady Malcah, unable... or maybe just unwilling, to restrain her succubus nature swayed her way into the Pale Lord's office. Her loose-fitting robe showing more skin than usual. Her movements catching the eye of the lorekeepers, the angels of the god of knowledge, but not of Dendalli himself. His attention held fast by the dusty old tome on his desk.

    "Hmf." She stiffened her back and rolled her shoulders in a way to give her ample bosom a bounce that the lorekeepers couldn't look away from. Noticing the creatures' eyes upon her alleviated her anger at being ignored by Dendalli, but only a little bit. She sauntered up to his desk and sat on the corner of it.

    "Daddy."

    ... no response.

    "Daaaaddddyyyy."

    ... no response.

    Malcah planted her fist on the table, causing the book to jump.

    "Daddy!"

    Removing his monocle, Dendalli looked up at her "What is it my daughter?"

    "Daddy, can I have the key to the vault. I promised Lydia that I'd give her my old mirror." She wanted to sneak out a few ounces of stardust too, but knew she wouldn't. Dendalli's lawful nature had completely supplanted her former chaotic one. But she still had urges.

    "Of course dear." Dendalli materialized a platinum key and handed to to her. "Run along, and have fun. Send Lydia my regards." He returned to his studies.

    Malcah took the key, and removed herself from his desk and bowed in respect. "Thank you my lord." She turned and left.

    "Oh, and there should be a small velvet pouch containing enough stardust for three days in the Brass Citadel. Enjoy."

    The sourpuss look on her face spread into a wide grin, she turned with a cute lean that caused her chest to wobble. "THANK YOU DADDY!". Malcah darted out of the laboratory, her measured sway turning into an ecstatic skip and bounce. Each step creating waves of tantric magic that even caught Dendalli's attention reminding him that he is in fact a man.

    Moments later one of the lorekeepers came to Dendalli. "My lord. May I ask you why do you allow her to speak to you like that?"

    Not looking up from his book, Dendalli spoke to the green-skinned angel. "When I replaced her connection with the sea of chaos with my own power, I effectively became her adopted creator... or father if you will. As for why I tolerate it, it is who she is and it is not my place to change her more than I have already. She has become my beloved daughter, even with her less than professional demeanor."

    "M'lord, could you at least have her dress more appropriately within the librarium?"

    "She's never been able to seduce me..." Dendalli looked at the lorekeeper for a moment to discern which one he was. Dendalli created hundreds of these beings, "... Aries 24. Are you telling me that her powers work upon you?"

    "When you invested power into us, you made in your image. But we are not exact duplicates."

    Dendalli let out an uncharacteristically raucous laugh, then waved off the lorekeeper. "Go along, Aries 24. Get back to work, if you can."

Lady Malcah

A former succubus in the service of Dendalli. Within the high clergy of Dendalli she has the reputation of being a horrible bitch. Flighty, irresponsible, a touch lazy, and worst of all – lacking in the professional decorum owed by her status. However, among the parishioners as a whole, she is well liked and a favorite with those who find the strict hierarchy of the church to off-putting. She is seen as a guardian angel for those "people who stay up way too late reading and playing games but need to be to school or work early in the morning".

Lady Malcah's story is well known throughout the faith; given that she can easily be coaxed into talking about almost anything. She came into His service centuries ago, she had been trapped within a magic mirror for use as a concubine by a magic-user, who later used the mirror as payment for services rendered by a Lorekeeper. The angel, having no use for it, gave it to Dendalli who was perplexed by it, according to her his exact words upon inspecting it being “Well, shit.” The mirror itself was of no consequence, just another scrying device to be put on the pile or given to a faithful worshiper. However, he was greatly troubled by the succubus trapped inside of it. As a being powered by elemental law he should not, possibly even could not, willingly release her and spread more chaos into the world, nor kill her as that would simply be delaying the same. Nor could he dominate her mind her to serve him, as that would be no different than slavery. The magister divine paralyzed by indecision ended up leaving her in the mirror for a time. A fate for her he found distasteful, as the idea of imprisoning one for the crime of existing was not just in his eyes. After years of not dwelling upon the subject he saw it again and struck upon an idea. If he could convince her to willingly allow her nature as a demon be overwritten, he could free her. Calling her forth from the mirror, he offered her a bargain. She could allow him to cut off her connection to the sea of chaos and replace it with his divine power, or to be forever trapped in the mirror and forgotten for the rest of time. Bored and lonely, she accepted the offer and was transformed into something akin to a lorekeeper. To seal the deal he gave her a new name; Lady Malcah – meaning queen in a tongue older than the breaking.