>>5246268You rub your abdomen, which is hard to the touch—swollen out ever-so-slightly with the curve of the egg which you are almost ready to lay. It has lately impedes you sex-work, even your dancing, but you are grateful that you inherited your mother’s womb rather than that of one of your human ancestors—you will not have to carry it much longer. Still, it limits your speed and agility now. You will not be fighting at your best, if it comes to that, and you’ll be doing so without anti-demon tricks up your sleeve…
‘Well, uh… Maybe not entirely,’ Irinnile admits. ‘I could, like… Reach out through Henzler, have her come. Maybe bring Roth, some of the big muscly farmhands… And there’s the Symbol.’
This is true—as a Greater Demon, Irinnile’s own sinister sigil and aura carry something of the weight which ‘Not-Zivic’ once employed to recruit those worthy devils which you liberated from the Tower’s basement. You could summon and employ demons, binding them more easily to your will, and forming a formidable host…
‘But Inky’ll sense ‘em, and might take it for an attempted ambush,’ Irinnile points out.
‘Maybe it is,’ you shoot back.
‘Babe…’ Irinnile sighs. ‘What if THEY bring Paladins, then?’
‘In contravention of their own pact with us?’
‘There’s ALWAYS a loophole,’ Irinnile warns, ‘and I see ‘em even clearer now than I used ta’ when I was a little itty bitty succ.’
What do you do?
>Mass your forces, and brin them to bare in a show of intimidation, to strongarm the succubus as you earlier planned to do>Gather your forces, but hold them in reserve, further away, as an insurance policy, and feign a more diplomatic stance while you evaluate the danger>Go alone—you mean The Incubus no harm, if you can extract a favour without violence or coercion>Blow off the meeting, and use the appointment time to instead act against The Incubus and to find and ensnare Prince Rufos for yourself>Write-in>>5246257Oop, sorry. Just finished the write-up.