>>5571052The owner of this mysterious voice suddenly materializes in a strange vortex, unraveling from nothing into bare, pink flesh that swells and expands to form the protuberances of a humanoid female—complete with pronounced ‘assets’ which cause internal turbulence as they stir your divinely-stifled <appetite>--but hovering in mid-air, with flashing golden eyes and carnivorous teeth, and with curling ram horns, hooves, almost draconic wings, and a forked tail. This is no dragon-kin, though. This is a demon.
“It will be the last time I see him, until I return from my journey to the east to find and kill this final Yosef,” your mother explains with strained patience. “You are bound to my spirit, Irinnile. I have not hidden this from you.”
“Yeah, but it still don’t make no sense,” this demon called Irinnile complains. “I can do a way better smokey eye than whatever shit you got happenin’ there.”
“I am not trying to look like a harlot,” your mother snarls.
“You, uh, technically still are one? Like, for a living?”
“For a COVER identity,” you mother snaps. “And to feed you, you gluttonous fiend.”
“‘Preciate it!” the demonic entity giggles, floating closer to your mother and wrapping her arms around her shoulders from behind, before planting a lingering and intimate kiss upon her cheek.
“You ARE hidin’ something, though,” the demon notes quickly, with a teasingly lascivious bite upon your mother’s earlobe to stifle an objection. “Don’t get all haughty-snake-bitch with me, babe. We’re SOULBOUND. Spill it.”
Your mother—who apparently BOUND HER VERY SPIRIT to this hellish entity?!—sighs again, and clips a pair of golden hoop earrings onto her lobes, tracing her finger slowly over the spot where her… Familiar… Bit her.
“Irinnile, what would happen if our bond was ever broken?”
The demon freezes, her expression a transfixed mask of pure panic, until your mother titters quietly and clarifies:
“By force. By another summoning and binding you with ritual. I do not plan to forsake you just yet, not when I still need you.”
“A-and still love me?” the demon mewls.
“And still love you,” your mother grudgingly attests, to your further scandalization.
