>>5619898“What are you playing at?” you demand. “We have a pact: you must serve and protect me, and my bloodline, my RACE, and NEVER attempt to control or dominate me.”
Irinnile looks a little nervous at that, immediately protesting against the accusation.
“I didn’t!” the demonic knight whines, the quailing sound a poor fit for the Green Knight’s gravely throat. “I promise, okay!”
“A promise should be unnecessary,” you reiterate. “We have a PACT.”
Irinnile looks away, grimacing a little and then suppressing a nervous laugh. You narrow your eyes.
“Well, like,” Irinnile begins, then halts. “See, well, like… Umm… Do we?”
Your eyes widen.
“I-it’s just, like, we didn’t do no RITUAL or nothin’. You kinda’ just made me, like… Pinkie-swear, without any like… Rituals, or circles, or incantations, or…”
“You TRICKED me!” you roar, realizing too late why most Reptilians who work with demons do more than lightly dabble in the occult—and why, after all, you keep an Occultist on-staff.
“I didn’t, like, take ADVANTAGE or nothin’, though,” Irinnile offers, by way of a defence. “I coulda’, but look at how good we are together! We’re doin’ great things, getting’ ya’ laid—”
You reach for your sword and take a step towards the Green Knight. Henrich Yosef, terror of your people and haunter of your dreams for many months, comically hops up onto the bed and shies away. Under Irinnile’s cowardly control, he is no threat…
But you are pact-bound not to harm him—ACTUALLY bound by your word, unlike the demoness within the knight. You stop short, and another wave of nausea hits you, sending you sliding down to the floor again. Miserably, you are helpless to so much as slap away Irinnile-ben-Yosef’s hand when the demon-knight comes to pat you comfortingly.
“Eeeasy, babycakes,” they whisper.
