The next day, the party arrives back at the research facility, standing in front of the large northern door. Looking around, nothing has changed in the other areas of the facility
Yannika was aghast, "Y-you can't be serious!" There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach and at the mere suggestion she wanted to vomit. 'What the hells!?' she wondered and couldn't help but feel her father was a far worse monster than she'd ever suspected. It was true she'd fucked her own son, several times, and intended to continue every single day for the rest of her life; while technically this was literally no different it felt different to her. When she'd met him not that long ago Carius was a virtual stranger to her. While it was true she hadn't seen her father in the same amount of time she'd known him far longer. There was a previous relationship that hadn't existed with her son, and frayed and fractured as their relationship had been, until this moment she now realized it had never been truly broken. Now it was. Then there was this sinking feeling of betrayal. That if she did this, she'd betray Carius. She wanted to be faithful to him, loyal to him, devoted to him, and if she did this the guilt that would go along with it would be unbearable. Could she? The answer was 'No'. But it had to be 'Yes'. "Izzy..." she spoke her volume below a whisper, her lips moved with a motion only the post perceptive of individuals could detect. "...can you help me? Please."
(I forgot, she brought Mary along as well.) "Well then, shall we?" Vizelle cooed, moving toward the northern door. She uses her psionic radar to check of she could detect anything abnormal inside.
In a moment, the demon appears in the periphery of Vizelle's vision. "I can." She nods, and smiles. "All you have to do is kiss him, and I'll make sure he does everything you want, without you having to do the dirty with him."
Spoiler: Psionic Detection Roll D100:67+15 Focusing her senses forward, Vizelle feels that there is indeed psionic energy ahead, a great deal of it, though what type is hard to determine.
Yannika nodded slightly, and resolved stepped over to her father. She felt sick to her stomach in his presence and any guilt over what she was to have Izzy do evaporated. She did her best to behave naturally, but the revultion made it difficult. She stepped in front of him, bent over at the waist and provided him with an excellent and near unobstructed view of her cleavage. She set one hand under his chin and pressed up gently bringing his head up before she laid a soft, but intimate kiss on his lips.
Lord Wulfkin grins, utterly unlike his normal self, as Yannika approaches and reveals her cleavage. "Mmmh, even better than your mother's." His eyes look mockingly at her. As she kisses him, Yannika's father kisses back, his tongue entering her mouth to touch hers. As he reaches upwards, planning to touch her breasts, however, something changes. The lord begins to moan, and then shiver, leaning back from the kiss. His body spasms in his chair, before rocking back and lifting upwards, levitating for a moment, a red glow emerging from his mouth. Finally, Lord Wulfkin falls back onto the chair, breathing softly. Izzy looks at his fallen form for a moment, chuckling. "Aren't you glad I didn't do that to you?" Finally, Lord Wulfkin stands, still grinning, but no longer in the same sadistic manner. "Well, well, well." He laughs. "This...is going to be fun." He looks at Yannika. "I'm A'zartheal. Call me Az. I'm on of Izzy's...friends." The creature now occupying her father's body smiles, bowing, the mortal form strangely animated and vigorous. "I'll give you the evidence, just let me search his memories to find where it is."
'Dear Gods...' Yannika thought in despair '...what have I done?' All revultion towards her father was forgotten in an instant; a demon was now in possession of his body. As much as he might have deserved that, her family didn't. Her hand clasped against her mouth and her breath caught in her chest. She would have to fix this. But how...? She stood frozen until this new demon, A'zartheal, spoke.
Heading inside the chamber, she finds a number of desks filled with terminals and research notes, along with a glass case along the far wall. Inside, the source of the energy is held, an orb, similar to, but inherently different in feeling to Varrick's. This one doesn't project a mind controlling field, but brims with potential energy.
Izzy hugs Yannika from behind, as A'zartheal digs through a hidden floor safe. "Don't worry, dear, he won't harm your family in any way." The female demon breathes reassuringly. "Well..." A'zartheal looks up. "That Velve girl is pretty damn fi-" Izzy shoots him a look. "Alright, alright, I won't touch your kin." The demon rolls his eyes, but gives a gesture of obedience to Izzy. "Ah, here we go." He retrieves a data drive, plugging it into the desk terminal to show off the contents: Security footage of Yannika and Agamemnon together, genetic information, audio recordings, etc. "So, we'll get rid of it all?" The demon in her father's body asks, finger hovering over the delete button.
"Oh?" Vizelle cooed, keeping her barrier up as she approaches the orb. She uses her psionic powers to tap into it, wondering who, or what made it.
Elena let go of the woman and sighted. It was time to wrap this up. "Mount her to the fuck machine." She ordered to her subordinates, then turned to the Confessor. "What was all that for?" She asked
"No." Yannika replied weakly, although Izzy's embrace was strangely comforting. "I need to take it to Carius. He'll decide what to do with it." Although she'd prefer it if her son not see her and his father together, she wanted to give it to him un-tampered. Evidence in hand, she felt the need to flee the house immediately. Back one day she'd already done more damage to them than she had in her whole lifetime. It was then that a terrible thought struck her. 'Maybe Dad was right to banish me."
Spoiler: Psionic Roll D100:24+15=39 (Fail) Tapping into it, she's unable to gain any real insight, but there's no sign of any traps or failsafes that she's set off.
"How odd." The sorceress hummed, examining it closely, investigates on whether or not she could take the power for her own. Or, if she could split it with her disciples.
Ingrid moans lewdly as the machine begins to plough her. "T-To find a way... To destroy Carius'...ooh...psionic blocker...and control him..."
The demon hands over the drive, shrugging. "Fair enough." As Yannika walks away, Izzy remains in her field of view. "Don't think like that. The man wanted to sleep with you, specifically to cause you distress. He'd alienated his entire house, and was even causing trouble for other people. Fuck him." She smiles, walking alongside her. "He deserved what he got. Besides, it was my choice, not yours."
Examining it, she finds that it's too much power for her to absorb alone. She could take a portion of the power for herself, share it with her disciples, or use it as a power source for something else.
If what Izzy said was true and her father only wanted to fuck her to cause her distress, well... mission accomplished. As the pair walked towards the exit, Yannika was forced to ask "What do you mean by that? That is was your choice? I asked you for help. This was my doing."
