>>5147894>>5147560>>5147032>>5147372“No,” you tell Felman after a moment’s consideration. “No, that isssn’t quite all.”
Felman’s brow furrows as you beckon him still deeper into the alley, but he dutifully follows you into the shadows, and just as dutifully falls to his knees as if in religious reverence. You shapeshift the hem of your ‘dress’ higher, grab a handful of the Inquisitor’s hair, and set him to work.
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The sexual subjugation takes the edge off, and helps make Irinnile more manageable, but at a cost—despite only serving you with his mouth, the energy drain of your dark passenger takes a toll on the mage. Felman slumps sideways against the wall, gasping and wheezing as if he ran a marathon. When his breathing steadies, it is the slow and deep rhythm of a man almost asleep. He won’t be doing any more dirty-work for you anytime soon… But, you reason, he can still be of use.
“Tell me, have you heard or sseen tell of what the Archmage hass been up to?”
Felman shakes his head weakly, eyes half-lidded.
“Been busy,” he mutters, “with investigation of the demons. Your demons.”
“Well, keep your eyess and earss open,” you say. “Keep me abreassst.”
He nods.
“And thiss Ssir Chassse,” you say, “how iss hiss invessstigation going? What exactly iss hiss modusss operandi? How did he find the demon?”
Inquisitor Felman frowns at this, and seems to be jolted to something approximating wakefulness. “I… Do not know. He looked at a woman in the library, a blonde woman with glasses, and he seems to see something we couldn’t. I was dubious at first, especially as he described it as something close to a ‘hunch’ or intuition … But it must have been more. When she left, we locked onto her with our glasses, and we followed.”
“You could not verify hiss ‘hunch’?” you ask.
Felman grimaces. “The Tower is sadly… Lacking in demonological expertise, following the attack on the Gala. We had our most experienced demon specialist cast spells to identify the demon’s nature, but those take time, and proximity. We had neither, and so… The Paladin charged ahead, sword drawn.”
The Iqnusiitor looks aghast, even now, but also… Almost admiring. “It was a reckless, reckless move… But I have always said that sometimes, The Tower is slower to act than I would like. It was a calculated gamble, I think. I think we were all afraid we were about to be at the centre of a scandal of some magnitude. Instead, she—it—transformed. The two of them battled for a time, until…”
Felman looks you in the eye, fully comprehending. “You summoned the demon away, then banished it to cover your tracks.”
You say nothing, but cannot fully stifle a smile.
