82 Chapter Eighty-Two – Profiting from Demons, Part Two (1/2)
”Wake up.”
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”Here's the deal.”
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”I want a Blessing from you.”
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”You have the right to refuse me.”
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”I'll give you thirty seconds to think it over.
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”You have that long to stop trying to suck my soul before I remove your head.”
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”If you think about it, having a Blessing naturally requires the giver to be alive.”
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”You have twenty seconds left to begin.”
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I had Mercied this lilithi Esrizea, just like the other eight succubi, so she was still alive, and jerked back to consciousness when I swatted her.
Her lazy, sensual eyes snapped open, burning yellow and tensing when she saw me above her. She opened her mouth just in time for me to stick my hand across it, grab her jaw, and then smash her mouth closed against my knee, her overlong canines punching into both sides of my palm.
”I know you're from outside Dream.” She and her team of eight succubi had given me quite a time, leading their demon horde around and having great fun commanding their servants in butchering the denizens of this dream city. Probably the equivalent of a night on the town. Nightmare on the town?
As she was their leader, I changed up my routine a bit for her.
Her eyes remained locked on mine, and I felt a vague pressure on my Null. ”Your tails are all on the ground over there, so don't bother trying to lash them at me. Likewise, I hacked off your wings.” Her outrage was quite visible, but she couldn't say anything, and her attempts to suck at my soul were not bearing fruit. ”Please, keep attempting to use all your magic for the next minute. After that, I'm going to remove your head.”
The look in her eyes swiftly changed, and the attempts to charm and dominate me ceased.
”You've got one chance to live. Don't bother with the telepathy, I can't hear you. Your Blessing, on my hand, in your mouth, use your tongue. The Blessing I want is Desire. You have one minute to begin. Get that tongue to work, or I remove your head.”
Tremble rose up in front of her, in full Evilborn-Bane mode, vivic fire blazing, and she tried to shrink back, found she simply could not move. The steely fingernails that were clasping my arm and leg should have been biting into me, yet couldn't penetrate my skin. I was effectively ignoring her attempts to struggle, despite her being almost twice my size. In my grasp, her head simply could not move, and Tremble was very, very distracting in that ominous time-to-burn-your-soul kind of way.
I probably felt like I was made of solid bronze to her, of course, and I caught her staring at my dual canines. Enlightenment… she glanced down, where she could just see my black toenails.
”Fifty seconds,” I droned, keeping her eyes without the slightest trace of fear. ”If you're worried about the logic, kindly recall that your Blessing fades if you die, so you're going to live through this, and I've no desire to imprison you here. Forty seconds.”
I felt her tongue drive into the skin of my palm, and I let it. The forked thing was like an acidic razor, carving the Blessing quickly and surely onto my skin, and filling it with demonic energy to empower it.
I felt the surge of it feeding into my Aura, basically a +2 Profane bonus to Charisma checks against potential sexual partners. It was demonic energy, very obvious, quite aligned to Chaos and Evil, and definitely not something a Good person should be doing.
”Well done,” I nodded to her, lifting my other hand from the top of her head. Tremble slapped into my palm, and then I punched it down through her skull and into the Mark on my hand, which was still grasping her lower jaw inside her mouth.