>>5238570>19It is a simple thing to bypass the security, even in broad daylight, even as tired as you are. Humans are silyl creatures—they do not seem to think in three dimensions when designing their security. When they do, it is simple HEIGHT that they seem to place their trust in, with no further thought given to protections on-high. And this from a race of people who breed gryphons! You suppose only the king’s is winged, though…
This isn’t to say you can simply manifest demonic wings (not in daylight, anyway), but you are by this point well-versed in climbing and hopping fences, even those with tasteful spikes atop their scaffolding. You scale the so-called obstacle and land gracefully on the other side. When the faint sound seems to alert a third guard whom the manor’s masters have assigned to patrol the inside perimeter—clever, Lord and Lady Vaz!—you dive ignobly into a hedge until he passes, and then continue on your merry, murderous way.
Entering the home is as simple as prying loose the stained glass panels from one window with your dagger until you can reach inside and work the simple latch which locks it. It’s almost insultingly easy…. But then, Lady Vaz never did share her father’s well-placed paranoia, did she? Pity that, you suppose… But, at this moment, pity and mercy and other such human faff is far from your mind. Your lizard brain—superior, cold, efficient—takes the fore.
‘Your about-to-stab-a-mortal inner monologues always get me SOOO fuckin’ wet, babe,’ Irinnile purrs.
‘You want their souls?’ you surmise.
‘Mmmmyesssss please!’ she admits to her rationale for so eagerly praising you.
You think on it as you make your silent approach. You keep close to the darker corners of rooms, avoiding being sighted by staff. It’s not that you aren’t willing to ‘handle’ the hired help, but it’s more trouble than it’s worth, and it only takes one to escape to create a repeat of the near-disaster which you faced at Bianchi’s manor. Irinnile’s ability to help you at this time of day is, after all, limited…
‘But my, like, spooky demon eyes sure did spot your extended senpai, didn’t they?’
They did indeed: three pinpoints of light a floor above you and slightly to the east. You evade what looks to be a maid transporting waste-bins and chamber-pots and crest the stairs, creeping slowly towards the room.
