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You’re not exactly thrilled about meeting Rezalith again–the few encounters you’ve had with the hateful hellion have all left you with the same bitter taste in your mouth and a sensation akin to barely surviving a mauling from a very toothy cat. That said, you know which buttons to press and you managed to negotiate an ‘in’ for your two pals, so maybe it won’t be that bad?
Fine, you sigh, let’s get this over with! The demon’s response comes in the form of the front door opening revealing at least <span class="mu-r">TEN</span> sets of red triangle eyes within! Constructs!
“<span class="mu-i">Well don’t just stand there, come in! Don’t forget to wipe your feet, now~</span>” Snickers the disembodied voice with a few crackles! “<span class="mu-i">My butlers will show you the way… we run a tight ship around here, don’cha know!</span>”
Crossing the threshold into the warm embrace of the fireworks shop, you immediately sense something off when you smell the telltale scent of gunpowder… and smoke! Before you can investigate further, though, your foot catches on something heavy and metallic aimed at your ankle causing you to tumble to the ground like a felled oak tree!
“<span class="mu-i">HAHAHAH! WATCH YOUR STEP, DUMB-DUMB!</span>” Croons the owner of the extended heavy metallic foot you just tripped on! Picked off the ground by Volka, you continue to follow the automaton entourage past a few others menacingly idling near the shop’s stock! What’s with all the bots up top, hm?
“<span class="mu-i">Just some added security!</span>” One of the constructs replies in Rezzie’s voice! “<span class="mu-i">You never know who’s gonna waltz into a fireworks shop these days… no shortage of idiots in this world!</span>”
The route Rezalith’s robotic retinue leads you down is much different than the one Oti did the other day–in place of a winding ramp you instead take a detour through a long, sloped passage vaguely smelling of fish, and after another shortcut across a catwalk above what sounds like an angry leopard convention, you come to a halt in a room that, based on the sound the wind makes blowing through it, seems big enough to land a passenger plane in!
Lounging at the far end amidst an ARMY of arcane automatons sits the smug succubus herself–the girl not even bothering to stand as you’re marched over to her!
“AnTWIT! Thunder-Thighs! Trash Trawler! Welcome to my HELLISH hacienda!” Roars Rezzie with a raucous laugh! “You sure know how to keep a gal waiting, moron–that’s <span class="mu-i">another</span> bad trait of yours to add to the list!”
Delightful.
>CONTD.
