>>5165857When your meeting with Mina concludes, you retire to a room… But not YOUR room. Vivian is apparently ‘attending to business’ there, and you’re loathe to interrupt. The communal bunk for the part-time, low-rent girls wont do, either—you need privacy to speak properly with Irinnile, even if it is a psychic communication.
‘Could dream-delve,” Irinnile suggests, barely a whisper.
‘Fine,’ you agree, for lack of other options.
You stow your possessions under your bunk, carefully sandwiching them in such a way that any thief would have a tough time accessing your most valuable and sensitive items without disturbing you. Then, you slay down, crossing your arms and waiting for sleep to come. You certainly feel overworked enough to rest…
But be in the mid-day nap, or the simmering anger awaiting an outlet, you can’t sleep. Not even meditation can rest your mind.
Instead, you sit up, sling your bag over your shoulder, grab your well-wrapped Serpent priest staff, and storm out of the room and out of the brothel’s back exit. A few female humanoids watch you go, but you pay them no heed. They are not the focus of your frustration.
“You never sssaid a word!” you hiss, aloud but under your breath. Across your psychic connection, you continue: ‘I have DREAMED every day of earning a place in the realms of the Dark Gods, where the righteous and victorious are honoured guests and treasured servants, and you STRIPPED me of that! You sentenced me to HELL, is self-satisfied silence!’
‘Babe… I’m sorry, okay?’
‘Sorry isn’t going to fix this,’ you spit. ‘An exorcism will!’
You can FEEL Irinnile flinch, your soul’s bond with her wavering, weakening as she shies away from your wrath.
‘You… You can’t!’ she cries—pleads, really.
‘Can’t I?’ you menace her. ‘SHOULDN’T I?’
‘You have the soul coin,’ she murmurs, her presence within you shrunken and small with fear of you. ‘That’s why I didn’t want you to use it up…’
‘I didn’t have the soul-coin when you damned me,’ you fire back, ‘and I only have ONE! I could die at any time, Irinnile!’
‘I won’t let that happen,’ she asserts.
You laugh.
‘You’re a cowardly, MINOR demon. What, exactly, are YOU going to do about something like that?’
