'Fae, in Churchill's office': by Yuri Platov

A completed commission, in digital pencil, by yuriplatov.deviantart.com/, for my 'Of Demons and Blue Moons' series.

Fae is not human, she is an exiled Faerie princess but she is not wholly faerie, either. 

        Fae’s mother, Lilleanna, had been kidnapped by the devil before Fae had been born, however, the devil was not Fae’s father, a handsome demon named Cerberus had made Lilleanna pregnant, and then assisted her escape.  So, Fae had been born in the Palace of Light, in the Faerie realm, but her mother abandoned her soon after, becoming a creature of evil, taking the name of Lilith, the first Succubus and the Queen of Witches.
   Fae’s father was punished for his treachery and transformed into the three headed hellhound who guards the gates of hell, while her mother became the devil’s lieutenant, occupying the throne at his left hand, but she was never proclaimed as his queen.

    Half Faerie, half Succubus, wiith demon’s blood in her veins, Fae was initially tolerated, rather than accepted, but eventually she was exiled in her absence for using dark magic to fight evil.
    Now, Fae hunts demons and witches, slipping through time and dimensions, as she does so. She harvests their powers as she does so, and uses them in her fight against the devil's schemes.

   This illustration is for a thread set in 1939, prior to the Second World War, where Fae, having rid President Roosevelt of a demon possessing him, then pays a visit to Winston Churchill, who was at that time the First Sea Lord at the British Admiralty.

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     London, England.

    2.20am, 23^rd May 1939

     

    In his office on the top floor of the Admiralty building, Winston Churchill, the First Sea Lord, listened with no little concern until the receiver was replaced without comment at the other end and he then sat in thoughtful contemplation. What an odd and curious statement with which to end their conversation, were those words uttered for the benefit of some other party, one that he was unaware of? Had he not known better he could have imagined that he had just listened to a play on the wireless. He elected to enjoy a large brandy and a La Aroma de Cuba and call back later, when perhaps the confusion had abated and a clearer picture would emerge of what had actually happened.

    His cigar was barely smoked when he became aware of a tapping on the window behind him.

    An incredibly attractive redhead with a long mane of curly red hair, but not wearing a stitch of clothing, stood upon the narrow window ledge. It was still a good hour before dawn and the building was empty apart from the navy sentries and the duty watch officer on the ground floor.    What she was doing there, why she was naked and how on earth she had managed to get herself into such a predicament were not questions that a gentleman would ask of her until she was safely inside.
    He immediately unlatched the window and extended a helping hand to her which she accepted with gratitude, but placed only one long and shapely leg into the safety that the room offered, her smiling face leaned through and she kissed him on the mouth, passionately, like a lover.
    Despite his age she obviously enjoyed the experience, but when she removed her mouth he sat down with a stunned expression, his head now filled with information extracted from the mind of the US President.

    The redhead removed the cigar from his unresisting fingers and stole the crystal brandy snifter from his desk. It would take some minutes for him to come back to his senses and there was unfortunately nothing that could be done to speed up the process.
  She again placed a shapely naked buttock upon a desktop but this time it rested there as she cupped the glass, gently swirling the golden contents to warm the liquor as she drew on the cigar, blowing smoke rings at the ceiling by way of killing time.
  The light of realisation dawned in the eyes of the First Sea Lord, the knowledge that he had been duped for several years, not by a man but by a demon possessor.

    After finishing the brandy and placing the cigar carefully in an ashtray, she stood and afforded him a superb view of her posterior and a birthmark, resembling two paw marks of a hound, upon a wiggling buttock as she crossed the room. She bent revealingly at the waist, extracting a hidden suitcase from behind a filing cabinet and returned, her firm breasts bouncing gently. Alas the eroticism was lost on him, the full import of the knowledge she had imparted was horrifyingly distracting.
    “Who are you?” he asked at last.
  The suitcase lay upon the floor, the contents draped across the back of a chair set before the desk as she again rested her buttocks there, this time carefully drawing stockings up her long legs and attaching the tops to a girdle’s dangling suspenders.

    She smiled with quiet amusement at the question but made no attempt to answer it until she had finished dressing.
 The long red curls retreated, reshaping themselves into a neat style known as a Victory Roll, no longer red but now auburn. The naturally pale skin of a redhead became even more so although the eyes remained an enchanting green.
  After drawing closed her mackintosh by the simple expedient of knotting the belt, she tied a silvery scarf about her throat before placing a wide brimmed hat upon her head. Only her face was visible and even that was in shadow. She adjusted the hat, canting it slightly down to the right, but after looking around in vain for a mirror she struck a pose for him instead.
  “How do I look?”
  “Utterly ravishing my dear… but who are you?”
  He stood, clearly waiting for an answer.

  He was a slightly tubby 5’6” whilst she was a slim 5’10”and she took a step forwards, placing her hands on his shoulders for support as she again bent over at the waist, kissing him full on the mouth once more until his legs trembled and he sat down heavily.
   Drawing on long green gloves, tailored from thin kid skin, she picked up her matching green purse and opened the door to leave, pausing only to half turn.
  “I am Fae,” and then she was gone from the doorway with just the sound of her retreating footsteps fading swiftly away, as did his memory of how he had come about the knowledge he now possessed.

    Only the pale peach lipstick upon the rim of a brandy snifter and encircling the smoking shaft of his cigar with erotic suggestion, remained as evidence that he had been anything but alone.