>>5142168>13Your body and mind are weary and wounded, your stomach empty… And your proclivity to hedonism makes you vulnerable to Irinnile’s impulses. Your <WANT> is great, and the succubus knows how to sate it and your more physical hungers alike. You’re already killing and eating this human anyway, after a fashion, and you need to dispose of the body, so why NOT? Maybe you could just have a nibble…
>CLARITYYou feel the diadem’s energy vibrate and hum through your skull, through your soul. You snap out of your trance.
The prostitute in on the ground beneath you, her clothes torn away. The human female’s eyes are full of pleasure and pain, her gasps almost moans and almost screams. Yours hands, like talons, are sunk into her sweat-drenched body. Your lick your teeth, finding only razor-blade meant for slicing and cutting meat…
<WANT: 16>
You mercifully allow the woman to die, snatching up her soul’s energies to feed Irinnile, and you let the carcass fall away as you stand and shift your shape back towards normalcy.
‘I SAID no,’ you snap.
‘Lispy, babe, I tried, okay? I just—’
‘You just have no self-control,’ you interrupt.
Irinnile goes quiet, and you sigh. Te awkward slence that follows is only interrupted by your stomach’s insistent grumbling.
‘Come on, Irinnile says with forced cheer, ‘let’s hide a corpse and get you something to eat.’
You look down at the street-walker’s corpse, knowing that under other circumstances, not so long ago, that could have been you… And then, you do exactly that. You divvy the body up with you knife, freezing and breaking it apart with the blades magic and disposing of its components down nearby sewer manholes—garbage receptacles haven’t hidden this activity so well in the past, after all.
‘Alright!” Irinnile says as you wipe your hands clean on your already-bloodied and torn dress. ‘Where you do wanna’ go to eat?’
‘Not yet,’ you say. ‘There is still work to do.’
