>>5633711You blink. Then blink again.
“Wait,” you say, ‘what?”
“Yeah!” Irinnile cheerfully chirps. “that’s fair, right? You ‘n me can do this dance ‘til you die, but if your heir’s a shit, I can fuck off an’ do whatever.”
“You are… Okay with that?” you ask.
“It’s fine, if it’s Lisspy’s big bouncin’ baby boy,” Irinnile concludes with a nod. “In a way, I made ya’, after all, an’ now you're all fucked up about ‘muh oaths’ an’ shit thanks to your big dumb dragon god.”
You ignore the blatant blasphemy against the Serpent Ascendant to consider this option—more generous in many ways than you would have anticipated. You look away, and when you look back, Irinnile is in your face—Yosef’s own face warped and shifted into Irinnile’s usual feminine visage, grinning that too-wide grin.
“Soooo? Don’t leave a girl hanging, baby!”
Her face shifts again, subtly, and with a start you realize the demon is wearing Ekaterine’s own flesh—or a facsimile thereof, fashioned from Yosef’s and from dark magic.
“We can even skip the ‘Occultisssstssss’ or whatevs an’ seal it with a kiss,” she says.
You… Aren’t sure you trust that, after last time.
“Succ’s honour!” Irinnile says, holding up a hand in some queer occult gesture: two fingers folded in, three together and held up. “You can even get your weird sake-witches ta’ check it over later, make sure I didn’t fuck ya’ over (except in the fun way, a’ course, if you ever wanna’~).”
The succubus is laying the charm on thick, but… Well, it isn’t a bad deal. Or is it? Have you missed something? You need to make a decision, to secure your allies’ safety in time for your date…
>Take the deal>Refuse the deal, and substitute your own [specify modifications, will lead to either acceptance or denial and moving on for pacing's sake]>Just trust Irinnile for now, and decide on a permanent solution for your alliance later>Write-in 