>>5708691In the end, the choice to skip town is the obvious one. A being like Irinnile—that is to say, like, a SUPERIOR one, obvs—is not the sort to get all torn up over losing a bit of temporary temporal power. Sure, having a cult full of sexy little suckers to suck on is nice and all, and playing Lord ‘n Lady Yosef would have been hilarious, but when its curtain call, show’s over.
“Ain’t that right, Lisspy?” Irinnile asks the empty air.
No response comes, of course. Her first true love is long dead.
“Well, let’s signal Nenny-kins ta’ meet us outside town,” the succubus mutters, this time to her current (begrudging) lover. “Have him bring the good shit from our hideouts, enough ta’ buy what needs buyin’, grease a few palms, that shit. We’re back on the road, Ricky. Just like old times!”
Irinnile giggles a little bit.
“Well, apart from, like, your friends that Big Boy went ‘n killed. Oops! Tell ya’ what: when we’re free an’ clear, I’ll see about leavin’ your body, to make it up to you. One you’re all bound ‘n gagged, natch!”
And with that, it’s easy come, and easy go.
