Ophelia listened carefully, her expression dark and serious. “They kept getting up, you say... Sounds like they might need to be killed in a specific way, such as decapitation, ripping the heart out, burning the body... or maybe there was something reviving them, such as a spell or an item. No way to tell right now. Did you try cutting off their hands or feet? I'm curious if they could also regenerate lost limbs... Also, do you remember anything more about the succubus?” She asked the men. After hearing their answers the noblewoman nodded. “I see... anyway,” she focused on her brother “lady Miroslava is back, and Rudolph arrived earlier with news about father. You should probably go see each of them and say 'hi', if nothing else. The rest of you...” she looked at Kuril and the surviving men “go get some rest – you deserve it.” Ophelia watched the men leave as she considered what to do next. In the end she decided to try searching through the books in the library for information about creatures that don't stay dead, be they demons or something else. She also decided to try asking Marguerite about it, as the inquisitor had experience fighting demons. Thus she called over a maid. “Please find sister Marguerite and let her know that I would like to speak with her when it is convenient for her.” She instructed and made her way to the castle's library.
'No, I don't think they do,' Angelo nodded, 'But, if you run into an imp, or several, watch out for their stingers. Their poison can make you too horny to do anything but... y'know... for several days or even weeks. It's what happened to Ophelia's brother.'
@asddas193 Lukas laughs. "Now there's an image I'll be sure to savour." He yawns, as the tailor signals that she and Ignatia will be finished soon. "Tell me," he looks at Allune, "what about our monk here? Has he caught your eye?"
The library is full of useful tomes on the occult, to the level that it's a problem. There's simply too much information, and too many possible creatures capable of weathering a flurry of sword blows. The door opens as Ophelia looks through a book, and the maid she talked to looks around awkardly. "Errr, I went to Sister Marguerite as instructed, madam. She's meeting with the Polish knight who just recently arrived here. They're, um, indisposed. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to disturb them or not."
Ophelia sighed as she perused the various tomes on the occult. There's just too much. I need some way to narrow things down... Her thoughts were interrupted by the maid. “Indisposed, eh?” The noblewoman raised an eyebrow – she could guess what the maid meant. “Well, it's not urgent, so no need to bother them. Wait until they have finished their... meeting and then let Sister Marguerite know I'd like to speak with her.” She decided. “Thank you, that is all for now.” She dismissed the maid, not wanting to get 'distracted', and went back to the various books. Hmm, let's see if there's anything about creatures wearing red armor... How many creatures wear red armor, have monstrous faces, and can get up after getting killed? Hopefully not too many...
"Ugh... they sound like troublesome foes. But, as long as they aren't able to shoot their stingers. I should be safe. Unfortunately, it seems like Lukas has been stung by them. Its effects seem... permanent too." Allune said with a grin. "What?" The busty blond raised an eyebrow at Lukas' question. "Hmm. Well, he's a lot more handsome than what I thought a monk would look like. But, if we're using your definition of "caught your eye." Then no, I'm not planning on flaunting my riches just to bed him." She sticks her tongue out at Lukas as she replied.
"We will see, my dear." Arne stated as he grabbed the woman by her hair and raised her to her knees. He then released his dick and shoved it into her mouth. "Just how eager to repent you are." Ten minutes later Arne grunted as he shot his seed into pussy of a barely conscious woman. He fixed his clothes and shook his head. "Youngsters these days..." He grabbed Ursula and dragged her to one of the cells and locked it. He then returned and grabbed the big-titted Lucie and brought her to torture room. "I am inquisitor Arne. I have captured you and your comrades, while you were worshipping the devil." His hand travelled to woman's still wet sex. "Now, my dear, if you want to avoid torture, you will confess, about what you did, your fellows and every little sin you made... that is, unless you want to avoid this." He nodded to the torture tools, finishing repeating exactly the same speech he gave Ursula.
Angelo laughed at Allune's joke, 'Yes, but then again... it seems every young man is affected by some form of constant arousal.' He blushed, 'Oh, come on, Lukas... why are you so eager to... set us up?' Angelo blushed a little and laughed nervously, 'I wouldn't be intersted in riches anyway... but "Flaunt your riches?"' Angelo looked confused, 'What did he try to do to court you?'
"Well, the first time we met. He immediately tried to pick me up by saying I was the most beautiful girl in my village. And flaunting his riches is how I assume he beds the tavern maids." Allune shrugged.
'Did he now?' Angelo chuckled, before turning to Lukas, 'Do you tell that to all the girls you meet?'
She manages to stumble upon a book that describes a group of creatures called Darae. They're powerful and intelligent fighters, who serve as lieutenants in hell's armies, marshalling unintelligent or disloyal demons to obey the whims of the greater demons. She notes that killing them isn't a particularly complicated process, decapitation will put them down permanently, though their armoured skin and combat skills make this easier said than done.
"Fuck you." Lucie elects to take a different approach to the herbalist's negotiation, or Ursula's capitulation. She builds up a glob of phlegm in her mouth, spitting in Arne's face. "I'm protected by the devil himself, bitch. What could you do to me?" She shoves Arne and rushes towards the torture devices.
Lukas shrugs. "It was true." He stops himself. "Well, no, I'd say you and your mother are tied for most beautiful, but I hadn't met her at that point." He gives a teasing grin. "No, I don't bed girls by flaunting my riches. I can be quite charming, actually. It's just too fun to rile you up by being an ass, so you don't see that more genteel side of me." He looks to Angelo. "I'm not eager to set you up, I'm just concerned that Lune never lets herself have fun."
Ophelia sighed and closed the book. She felt rather tired and mentally drained after searching through dozens of books. At least she had found something useful – even if there was no way to be certain if the demons Benacio and Kuril had encountered earlier were Darae. “Time for a break...” She decided as she got up and put the book back in its place before heading back to her room. (Kinda lost track of in-universe time, so no idea what time of day it is right now.)
"Urgh." Allune shuddered as Lukas mentions her mother, her mind once again blocking the fact that she'd heard her mother's passionate cries. "Well, you may not flaunt your riches to those barmaids. But if I were you, I'd be counting my coins right now. Since my, and Ignatia's dresses are just about done."
'That quickly? I'd imagined it takes at least a few days to sew a noble's dress together?' Angelo wondered.
@Tjf "Yeah, I thought that too. Until Ignatia told me the tailor was a mage." Allune replied to the monk, "Though in exchange for their speedy, and wonderful services. She also told me they cost a lot more than usual." She then grins at Lukas.
Arne quickly grabs her. "You want to fuck? Then that's what we will do... later." He quickly secured the woman on the wooden horse tied her and gagged her. "You will realise, that I can do a great many things to you, most of them unpleasant." Arne grabbed one of her deliciously large tits and started groping it. He observed with good humour, as the woman struggled, and all her struggles did, was to make the top of torture device push deeper into her pussy - the more she struggled, the more turned on she was and the more discomfort she felt. "Shall we make it even more interesting." He grabbed a pair of weights and tied the threads to each of her erect nipples. Soon the woman was gripping the wooden horse with her tights, trying to raise herself, only to fall back moment later, the weights swung with each of her movements. He then left Lucie and returned a moment later with tied Grita. "Tell me, my dear do you have something to tell me, or do you want to join your friend?" Arne asked as his finger slid into blond's snatch.
Entering the room, she doesn't spot anything amiss, until a forearm wraps around her neck from behind. The arm is tight, but not yet choking her, when she feels teeth lightly nibbling on her earlobe, like a lover might do. A feminine voice says "Scream, and I tear out your throat, understand?"
Lukas chuckles. "What kind of nobleman would I be if I didn't keep the women in my life clad in fine clothes?" The door open, Ignatia and the tailor stepping out. "Dresses done. Girls like. Give money." Lukas opens his purse, dropping an immense amount of silver in her hand. "As such a good customer, I'm sure that you could find it within you to let us take those as a bonus?" He gestures to the clothes Angelo pointed out. The woman stares blankly at him, holding out her other hand for silver, which Lukas fills reluctantly. "Dresses in boxes. Take them back, or wear them now, whatever you wish. Enjoy." She moves back behind the counter, as Ignatia says "Surprisingly, you didn't steer us wrong. Thanks, Lukas." She slaps his back hard enough to make him flinch.
