>>5184956“Ssee reasson,” you apepal to Lord Bianchi. “You would have died if it wasssn't for me, that day when we ssought to sssummon the ssucubusss. Only my intervention ssaved you!”
“You bound it to yourself,” he spits. “you could have just as easily bound it to ME, and you bloody well know it. You kept it secret for a reason!”
“I wasn’t ccertain how to divorcce mysself from it,” you lie. “I would have done sso if I could.”
“So instead of asking for my aid, instead of offering up its abilities, you lied?” he scoffs. “Do you take me for a fool?”
“I… didn't mention it because it would be too awkward to exxxplain,” you say. “I mean, would you have believed me? Clearly not. From there… Well, one lie led to another.”
“That, I believe,” Bianchi sneers, grabbing a staff to use as a walking stick and edging to towards the door.
You move to stop him, your appeal growing more urgent.
“The fucking foxxx would've used the ssscroll to capture your sssoul for The Incubusss! I sssaved you from that! I even planned to help with your sspine, your leg, dessspite you already being mesmerized. It jussst… Didn't work out with how thingsss played out.”
>1“You mean because you were too busy staging insurrectionist assaults on the Tower and the King’s men with your cronies?”
You hesitate. Just how much does he remember?
