>>5188793You feel this elven librarian put up more resistance than any other besides the trained mages with their anti-demon charms. Her inherent magic, glowing bright as if reflecting yours or redoubling against it, fights to shield her mind as you approach.
“Nn—No! What are you doing?!” Fesliel protests, dropping her book and staggering back. “You shouldn’t…”
“Shhhh,” you quiet her, touching her cheek, then bringing a finegr to her lips. “It will all be over ssoon.”
>18The fight leaves her limp body, her eyes going lank and compliant. She nods, and parts her lips for your thumb at lightest pressure. Together, you go behind the library, through a rear door…
…And there, you learn something of the appeal of elves. You pin her down, a hand over her mouth, and explore her body and soul in such completeness that, by the end of the experience, you’re sure you know her—KNEW her, you suppose, for she is no more---than she ever knew herself.
<WANT: 14>
‘WOO!’ Irinnile woops. ‘Babe, we SUPERCHARGED now!’
There was indeed a lot of magical energy within that lithe little frame. It has a different… Texture?... Than Edwin’s, a different sort of feel as it radiates through you and your demon alike. Less potent, you think, less intense… But more stable. A filling meal, but not as richly flavoured, perhaps.
‘Screw the metaphors—let’s go see Laskar for a bit more elf-meat!’
‘Easy, girl,’ you chide her. ‘We have a body to dispose of.’
Irinnile groans at your responsibility, but with her <WANT> abated somewhat, her need is less urgent. She doesn’t fight against you as you do what must be done. Over the next few hours, you use Bianchi’s sword-cane (a useful acquisition indeed!) to dismember the librarian, and you set about disposing of her.
‘It’s nighttime, Hotstuff,’ Irinnile points out unnecessarily. ‘We going to work?’
You know she means The Pretty Kitty, but your last escapade has ensured you will be late for your shift at best. Perhaps it is unwise not to establish an alibi, but then again… perhaps you’ll not need one for much longer?
What do you do?
>Go demon-hunting again—you still have a mission to complete>Check in with Roth—he can better dispose of this body, and provide useful advice>Rendezvous with Felman [or another thrall] to follow-up on your near-capture and the investigation’s subsequent progress>Rest and recover at The Pretty Kitty—for the sake of your alibi, and the completion of your recovery from your magically-inflicted wound>Write-in 