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*Ring-ring*
*Click*
Hello. You have reached Demons R Us. What can I do for you today, Boxxy?
Hi, Carl. Bit of a sudden question, but is there any way I can make so sort of temporary contract with an unbound demon?
Im not really at liberty to answer that.
Co on, Carl. I really need your help on this one. I wouldnt even be asking if not for that stupid thing with Arms nearly dying. I think I deserve at least a little help.
So Im supposed to make an exception for you because you held up your end of the summoning contract?
Uh Yes?
You do realize thats not how this works, right?
I guess not.
Whatd you need a temp contract for anyway?
Arent you watching the broadcast?
I would, but were not getting anything. Big man upstairs says theres so kind of service interruption.
Oh, right.
Tol-Saroths dungeon had been warded against all forms of scrying and clairvoyance, including whatever it was the gods used to peek on mortals. And Boxxy knew this for a fact, because its attempts to mind-dial Demons R Us were t with silence until it stepped out just now. It definitely wasnt a simple mind-jamming trick, as it could still telepathically communicate with Claws without issue. Incidentally, the stalker had not seen Minic enter the dungeon at all, so how that little thing got in there was a total mystery.
I found one of Tol-Saroths familiars imprisoned down here, it explained. Shes been here for the last four centuries or so. Her na is Freallausiz Aurphoirriz Zalathraxas de Thotealphiol.
*Takatakatak-taktak-tak*
Oh, wow! Carl exclaid. Our records show her as presud obliterated. Guess I can update that one, huh?
*Tak tak takatatatatak*
Normally an unbound familiar would still contact the Beyond every now and then, but Freallas circumstances had prevented her from doing so.
Wait, so this is the one you want to contract with? the devil realized.
Yeah. She has information I want and shes refusing to give it up.
The Enslave Demon Skill had allowed Boxxy to force the spire fiend into divulging what she knew of the dungeon and the research that Tol-Saroth carried out here. However, in a spectacular display of malicious compliance, she had managed to blab about mostly inconsequential things for the three minutes it took for the shapeshifters hold on her psyche to break. And now that she knew the creature could use Enslave Demon, she refused to let down her ntal guard like she had during her fight against Kora.
Though the hylt creeper was currently keeping her captive and subdued, it had no way of making her reveal what she knew. Torture was pointless against soone that withstood four centuries of constant drowning, and she was far too prideful to strike any sort of deal with a mortal. Not to ntion that there was no guarantee she would be speaking the truth even if she could be convinced or coerced into saying sothing.
Uh-huh. Well, either way, I really cant help you with that one, Carl declared. Sorry, buddy. I didnt make the rules, I just follow em. If you want to negotiate an exception, youd need to talk to the big man himself, and he told us hes not to be disturbed unless the world was quite literally ending.
Crap.
When Boxxy last spoke to her, Laura did say she would be imnsely busy doing whatever it was she was doing with Eren, the Old God of Destruction. The Goddess of Coincidences would probably respond if the shapeshifter used its divine IOU, but this matter wasnt worth it. If Boxxy was going to resort to using that ultimate trump card, then it would just have Clarence purge the demonic corruption from its soul.
A prospect that was looking increasingly more tempting by the day.
Anything I can actually help you with? Carl asked.
Apparently not. Thanks anyway.
Mkay. See you around, Boxxy.
*Click*
Well, that went about as well as could be expected. Carl was nothing if not professional, and had zero obligations to comply with the shapeshifters request for information. Still, as the ex-mimic liked to say, asking was free. The only thing it lost for trying was a few minutes of its ti, so it didnt think much of it. It went back inside the recently unearthed dungeon and casually strode into the lab of pickled demons. There was a lot of grunting and snarling as Frealla tried desperately to escape from Koras sixfold armlock, but all she accomplished was scraping her face and horns against the floor she had been pinned to.
So whats the word, boss? the hoarder asked. You gonna make this uppity cunt your bitch or what?
No. Shes useless to .
On top of having no reliable way to make Frealla spew her guts, there was also no way of knowing if she had anything of value to say in the first place. It was worth a shot, but Boxxy had underestimated how powerful the trapped demon actually was when it endeavored to bust her out.
Then its fine if I make her my bitch, right? Kora asked eagerly.
Sure, whatever, just make sure you kill her thoroughly when youre done.
Boxxy had already looted everything that seed of value or interest from the dungeon, so it collected Snek, Tick and Minic and left just as the rape was starting. Once outside and in Keiras skin, it called Drea down with a wave of its hand. The camouflaged stalker replied by whipping down from a nearby tree, landing silently next to it.
Ive got special orders that are to be kept secret from the idiots inside, it whispered to her. Keep watching the entrance. If that gray-skinned female fiend escapes, track her and watch where she goes.
Arms was more than a match for her captive in terms of physical strength and adapted quickly in a fight, but she had always been easily distracted outside of battles. A fault that had only been exacerbated by her newfound thirst for worldly possessions. Frealla, on the other hand, was a far more focused and mature demon. There was a good chance she would find an opportunity to either turn the tables or escape her captivity. It was then Dreas job to see if the wayward fiend happened to visit another of Tol-Saroths secret stomping grounds once she thought she had gotten away. That was highly unlikely, but there was nothing to be gained from just executing her on the spot.
Tktktktktk Understood, Master.
As Keira went about the rest of her day, however, she got a not-so-tasty report a few hours later.
All done, boss! Koras thoughts entered its skull.
What do you an done?
The axe-bitch. I kept filling her holes until she was begging for more, but then I got bored and snapped her neck.
In other words, it would appear that Arms had, for once, done her job without issue. It wasnt quite what Boxxy wanted, but it had nobody else but itself to bla for letting that small chance slip through its hinges. If deceiving Frealla was truly that important of a task, then it wouldve just done it itself instead of leaving it to soone who was about as subtle as a kick to the groin.
Good work, Arms. Watch the lab for now, Ill let you know if sothing cos up.
At the very least that fiend wasnt going to cause trouble by running wild, which was good. The shapeshifter was in need of so serious temper managent, so it was planning to just relax and do so mild experints in Keiras workshop while Jen worked on deciphering those docunts. It also let Fizzy know that its tantrums were getting worse, and that she needed to be there to subdue it should things get out of hand again. Sothing the golem readily agreed to, though she wondered if she could pull that off a second ti.
All things considered, however, Boxxy was doing a remarkable job keeping its violent urges in check. A pri example of its monuntal self control was Rowana. The elf was quite simply overjoyed to have her future wife around the house more. Though she clearly had no idea why Keira was focusing so much on her alchemy and tinkering, she was just glad she was always a room or two away rather than off fighting monsters half the world away. There was just sothing magical about being able to wake up and have the first thing to enter her eyesight be the most beautiful woman in the world. At least in her opinion.
This particular morning was going to be a bit different though.
*BRRRRRRRRING*
Ack! Rowana suddenly shot up at the loud ringing.
Ugh, Tiiiick! Keira groaned next to her. Whats the big idea?!
The sentient alarm clock stopped producing that piercing sound, though it did follow up with a series of clicking and ticking noises.
Snek snek. Snek, snek snek, Snek helpfully translated.
Great, just what I needed, the redhead grumbled into her pillow.
There, there, sweetie, Rowana rubbed her shoulder. It was just a misunderstanding.
Today was the first day after Tick Tockleton had joined the Morgana household. However, being the simple yet dutiful tipiece that it was, it had neglected to consider that Tol-Saroths four hundred year old alarm schedule might have been slightly out of date. The catgirl continued to complain in a sleepy voice while Rowana affectionately hugged her from behind and took deep whiffs of her crimson hair. While she mightve avoided sniffing her girlfriend like this when they first t, that was only because she thought it made her seem creepy or perverted. She no longer had such reservations, however.
The two of them kept cuddling for a few more minutes before they sowhat reluctantly got up. The undercover shapeshifter was already awake and wasnt about to go back to sleep with an amorous elf literally breathing down its neck, so it decided to just go about its day. Keira and Rowana shared a slightly naughty shower, after which the redhead got dressed and went off to check sothing with her guild.
The elf, on the other hand, got busy with her daily routine. Or rather, the far livelier, mimic-enhanced version of it. She sat at her dressing table and looked herself over in its large rectangular mirror. She then turned her attention to Teenie, the butterfly hair clip that was sleeping on the table. She tickled it awake with her finger and had it start working on straightening out her wet and ssy hair. Frankly speaking, though she loved having long hair, taking care of it had been a major pain before this miniature stylist started doing it for her.
The oil lamp to the right of the mirror then suddenly lit up, a shadow spelling Good morning appearing on its crystalline shade.
Well, good morning to you too, Lumi, Rowana said with a smile. I suppose I better get ready for the rest of your friends.
She opened a drawer and retrieved a box of dried hylt fruit slices.
Yip! Yip!
Snek!
She barely even popped it open before both Minic and Snek were standing in front of her, begging for a snack. She happily fed them a piece each before Crusty the crustacean cookie jar showed up. Feeding this one was even easier since all Rowana had to do was reach into its hollow shell, take out a fresh cookie and give it to the tiny pincers poking out of its bottom. Crusty imdiately started munching on it, the cookies painted onto its ceramic surface doing a little dance to emphasize just how much it was enjoying its sugary treat. Tick also climbed up onto the table, though it was far more interested in its own reflection than the fruity treats. Mostly because its finely tuned internals could only process liquids.
Rowana's Lazy Morning, by dmaxcustom
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