"So in the way, where Dobron will travel." Mszczuj said to himself and look at squire. "Take two mens with you and be carefull. It will be better if you deliver message take more time, than to get killed." He said and turn back to Kuril. "What kind weapon that demons use and how many are them?"
Hours later Lucie collapsed, her mind blank from the fucking she received. Arne slowly fixed his clothes and made sure that her bondage was secured. Then he turned to Vaclav. "Let's check on Marzena - how she threats Grita. After that, we shall check on Ursula and Louise."
"Understood, if you need any help. Feel free to call on me." Allune replied with a smile of her own, before bowing. "If you don't have any more questions. I'll take my leave now." She added, and if Ophelia, or Marguirite didn't have anything to say to her, the busty blond returns to her room.
“That is all I needed to ask for the moment. I'll see you later, Allune.” The noblewoman watched her guest leave. Most days she would have checked out Allune's ass, but right now she was too pissed off to care. @Tjf Once the busty blonde was out of sight Ophelia closed the door and went back to where sister Marguerite was patiently waiting. “Sorry about the interruption, sister. Now, the reason I wanted to speak with you is because I have some questions that I hope you will be able to answer. First, the one that made me call for you. Earlier today...” she quickly explained about the demons Benacio had encountered, and how the ones killed would not stay dead. “Do you have any experience with demons that keep getting up when killed, and how best to deal with them?” She was curious if the inquisitor could offer information different from what Ophelia had discovered on her own.
Dobron nods and heads to get some men to accompany him. Kuril says "Swords, mostly, and armour. There were a few goatmen who used axes, and a succubus who used her claws and fangs, but most of the damage was done by maybe ten humanoid demons with swords."
The Bohemian nods, and follows Arne outside, leaving Lucie slumped over. Outside, Marzena stands, cleaning her blade, before bowing her head reverently at her master. She points to Grita, who now lies headless on the ground. "Sorry, your grace. She tried to escape."
Once Allune was back in her room, she unboxes her dress. Admiring it some more, before storing it in her wardrobe. She then places her bow and quivers near her bed, as she lays down to rest. When someone knocked on her door, "Who is it?" She asked as she got up.
"I see. They got up after being struck a mortal blow?" Marguerite frowns, as Ophelia gives her the rest of the news. "I think you're right, it sounds like Darae, which would be bad. They only show up when one of the lords of hell are about to make a large move. As to how to defeat them, I'd ask that you pardon my crassness, as inquisitors can often leave decorum at the door." She bows her head politely. "I hope you don't mind."
A familar chuckle sounds from outside. "Your favourite person." Lukas gives an oddly sincere sigh. "Could we talk for a quick moment? I promise not to make any sex jokes or look at your chest."
'There are a great many things I didn't expect to happen while still in the cloister,' Angelo chuckled, while his hand slid up her arm to intertwine his fingers with her's, 'Meeting a sweet and alluring demon is just one of many. I'm just lucky to have met you.'
“It's alright, I don't mind,” Ophelia assured the inquisitor and waited to hear what else Marguerite had to say.
Once she heard Lukas' voice, Allune opens the door. "Hmm? What's the matter? You here to ask for your money? Or were you hoping I was wearing my dress when I opened the door?" She said with a giggle, beckoning him to enter.
"Well, the darae are highly intelligent, but they're also very horn-, libidinous. The tried and tested way to hunt them is to dangle an attractive and scantily clad woman before them as bait, and spring the trap when they come to ravage her. Something about the sight overwhelms their rational minds, and makes them little more than animals." She chuckles. "Not altogether that different from humans."
He gives a half smile as he walks into the room. "Well, I can't say that I wasn't hoping for that." He leans against the wall, silent for a moment. "Look, Lune, when we met, you were just an attractive bird I wanted to bed, and then you became a fun bit of amusement on the road when I'd piss you off, but now... You and Ignatia mean a lot to me. I've never really had a friend like you before, and I just want you to know that despite all the jokes I'm really glad that I met you." He pauses. "The thing is..." The lordling looks unsure as to how to phrase his next words.
“Indeed,” Ophelia chuckled as well. “Well, I'd rather not use anyone as bait unless absolutely necessary, but I'll keep it in mind, regardless.” The noblewoman sighed. “Let us move on to the other thing I want to ask you about.” Ophelia's expression grew dark. “A succubus...” the noblewoman spat the word, her voice suddenly cold, “...visited me uninvited. She left just as you knocked on the door, and she left this behind.” Ophelia held the scroll the demon had given her and handed it to the inquisitor. “What can you tell me about it?” (It's been a loooooooong time since I've hated an NPC this much, to the point where I would rather watch as the (still unnamed) succubus gets slowly cut into tiny chunks of flesh than do anything sexual with her.)
Angelo wrapped his arms around her back, hugging her to his chest, as they kissed in the tub. He broke the kiss after a long exchange and chuckled, 'Your kisses always have such a nice tingle to them.'
Marguerite gulps almost imperciptibly at the sound of the word 'succubus', but recovers quickly enough that Ophelia can't tell if it was just a natural hiccup. The inquisitor looks down at the scroll, eyes widening. "Oh. Oh, dear." She looks up at Ophelia. "This is a soul contract, written in an ancient demonic text. Effectively, some lady pledged her soul to a demon called Balat. I'm no expert on the eastern demons, but Balat is the wife of a powerful demon lord from the holy land, called Ba'al. My knowledge of this language is not great, but from what I can decipher, effectively return for bringing a...small person, an infant or a dwarf, I'd guess, from the brink of death, this lady would offer up her soul to Balat. The lady gets to live her life normally, but at some point the demoness gets to command her to do something, and if she refuses, she spends an eternity in hell." She gives Ophelia a sympathetic look. "Is this lady someone you know? A friend?" Ophelia realises that since the scroll is signed in her mother's maiden name, Marguerite has no idea who the person in the contract is. ( I'm happy to please, lol. I figured that since succubi can be good or evil in this universe, it was time for an evil succubus to appear on the scene, to balance it out.)
