>>5208974The Chaplain continues, saying: "Do you know, Infiltrator, that if you were to die, your succubus would yet live? It would go on, ego intact, carrying with it every secret of our Akashic Record which it has bared witness to, and every operational activity in which it has participated?”
“I… Do not understand,” you admit. “Then surely the succubus is a valuable record of operational intelligence?”
“If you DIED,” The Chaplain snaps, “any mammal with the requisite knowledge and the demon’s name could re-summon it and glean every single one of those details with a single commands! And the humans of Hawksong, you tell me, have demonological EXPERTS!”
‘We killed them!’ Irinnile protests. ‘Tell ‘im, babe!’
“They are no more,” you whisper.
“But is the knowledge lost to their Archmage?” The Chaplain asks. “I would wager the answer is less certain. And he suspects us, and knows of your use of such demons, and your connection to the succubus’ first summoner. Yes?”
‘Then we just won’t die!’ Irinnile says, her voice a titch manic. ‘Right? We’re fuckin’ INVINCIBLE, babe! Look at how far we’ve come, together, you ‘n me. Right?!’
“Yes,” you whisper, helpless beneath that piercing, blue-green judgement. “But…”
