'A demonologist? Then you might want to exchange knowledge with Robert here, he's somewhat of an expert on them too,' Angelo gestured to the younger monk.
Lukas moves slowly, so it isn't hard for Allune to overtake him and return to her original position in the camp. She feels his eyes on her for several moments, before he lifts his furs and goes to sleep.
Hiding underneath her furs, Allune's heart was pounding in her chest. Will Lukas do it? Would she let him do it? Should she start sleeping with her dagger close to her? However, when he went to sleep. Allune stared at him discreetly for a few minutes. Making sure he was indeed asleep, before going to sleep herself. Thinking how she needs to be cautious against him, and his uncle tomorrow.
Allune awakens, restless, to the prodding of Lukas' foot. "Get up, Allune. Don't think that you can sleep in just because you're beautiful. If that was the rule I'd never get out of bed." He smiles sardonically, reaching a hand out to help her up.
Allune's eyes shot open as she was awoken by Lukas, "Haah!" She gasped, moving away from him slightly. "Y-yeah, I'm awake." She said, "Just... give me a bit to get dressed." She added as she stood up without his help, her expression was obviously cautious. Allune then puts on her combat attire, with a quiver of hunting arrows on her back, and headless arrows strapped by her waist. She then approaches her steed, still wary of Darius, and Lukas.
Lukas intercepts her as she goes to mount the horse. "Allune, we need to talk." He gestures away from the camp. He leans in, kissing her cheek and squeezing her ass, before whispering in her ear. "Act as though you want me, like we're going to do it. There's things we need to talk about that the others can't hear." He kisses her other cheek. "I swear that I mean you no harm."
@moonblack @Auraicide @unisol_gr44 As the group talks, they hear a woman's scream, somewhere a little deeper through the woods.
Angelo whipped around towards the deeper woods, 'Somebody's in trouble? We need to help. C'mon.' The monk let go off his bundle of branches and grabbed his mace, moving towards the source of the scream with quick paces.
Allune was flustered as Lukas approached, her blue eyes widening in fear. Thinking he had planned on taking his uncle's advice. She was about to push him away, until she heard what he had to say. Allune gulped, nodding as she kisses him on the lips. While letting him lead her away.
Angelo comes across a slaughter. Quickly, he recognises that the four bodies on the ground are those of succubi, their horns and wings dead giveaways. Another succubus, with pale hair and skin, indicating that she isn't particularly powerful, lies on the ground, cradling one of the corpses, tears rolling down her face as she weeps. She barely even notices Angelo, just repeating the word "Why?"
Slipping his hand around her waist, Lukas leads Allune into the bushes, away from camp. She notices Darius nodding to his nephew as they walk into the brush. When the camp is no longer in sight, Lukas turns to the blonde archer. "Allune, we have to get out of here. My uncle... He wants to force you into marriage."
Allune froze, thinking, Huh, maybe he is more noble than expected. She nods in response, "Yeah... I heard you two talk last night." She said, while looking around. "How do you propose we escape then? I think he'll find it weird if I suddenly grew close to you. And our horses are still in camp." She sighed.
The young monk was startled by the scene before him. His mind couldn't quite comprehend the situation. He was expecting a damsel-in-distress, but not a demoness-in-distress. He kept his mace at the ready, she seemed not interested in attacking him for the moment, but better to be safe. A part of him argued to make her join her fellow succubi in Hell, but the sadness in her expression stayed his hand. Angelo called out to the creature, while keeping his distance, 'What happened here, demon? Who did this?'
"You did? I see." He's silent for a moment. "You could marry me, you know. You'd be a countess, with more wealth and power than ever before. I'd treat you well, and I swear that I'd keep my hands away from your mother." He looks earnestly at her, and then sighs. "If not, then I was thinking we'd wait 'till dusk, when we make camp. My uncle brought a sleeping drought to drug you. I was thinking that one of us could slip it into their wine, and then ride off while they're unconscious."
As she listened to the conversation between Larisa and Angelo Ophelia got worried that the Russian might have said the wrong thing. Thankfully her worry was quickly proven unwarranted and she continued to listen to the conversation... until a woman's scream shattered the relative silence of the woods. Good thing I decided to wear my gambeson instead of my dress. I might need both the extra mobility and extra protection. The young noblewoman thought. “Agreed, Let's go find out what is going on.” She agreed with the monk and followed after him in the direction of the scream. What they found... was like nothing she would have expected. She just watched and examined the scene before them, letting Angelo do the talking for now.
She looks up at him, looking weary as she realises what he is. "The men of the red cross came. They wanted my sisters to join them. Join their army. They refused, and-, and-". The demon bursts into tears.
“' The men of the red cross'? Does anyone know who she is referring to?” Ophelia asked quietly, wondering if she should have paid more attention during her lessons, or this was something new that she had no way to know about.
'You don't need to say it, I get the picture,' Angelo gulped, picturing the scene. He was surprised that a demon could show such genuine grief, he thought they would care little about other demons, 'I'm sure they are in a better place now... back home in Hell. I would speak a prayer, but I'm not sure if that would be a curse or comfort for them.' Trying to comfort a weeping demon proved to be quite awkward. 'Sounds like crusaders to me, but they wouldn't recruit demons,' Angelo looked confused. He put away his mace at his hip, and slowly approached the demoness, crouching down to her level, 'Tell me about those people. Who attacked you and murdered... your friends?'
Allune shakes her head, "I already told you, I'm not a noblewoman. And I'm not interested in being one." She pouted. "Dusk it is then. But, how are we going to get the drought off of him?" She asked, "And where would we go? Does my father even want to see me, or was that made up?"
Ophelia's and Angelo's companions shake their heads, confused and a little shocked at the turn. The succubus looks at him Angelo for a moment, before deciding to trust him. "No one knows. They're mortal men, a cult, I think. They wear black armour, with red crosses emblazoned on them that shine with infernal light." She breathes. "They look like crusaders or inquisitors, but they don't worship your God." The succubus stands. "They take demons to use as their slaves. I wasn't here when they came the first time, but my sisters said that the knights claimed that Lucifer would soon be dead, and that if we didn't help them destroy you, that they'd...they'd..." She gestures to her coven's corpses, wiping her eyes before looking at Angelo. "I've told you what I know. Will you kill me, or drag me back to your church?"
