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Re: Chasing Godhood (Blueslime)
Violet would need to move for Nala to get her fingers into the human again, or Nala herself would need to move, but either way it wouldn't take much more than some re-positioning for the elf to get what she wanted. The human would, of course, return the favor. The brief pause that she took when answering the exchange between Esmerala and Mikaeus a few moments later drew nothing more than a grunt from the demon to whom she and Violet were so energetically taking their mouths, the sound both derisive and skeptical, but he said nothing further while he and Violet continued their attentions. She wouldn't even get another grunt out of him when she forced him to cum, and afterwards Violet, having tasted of much more of that aphrodisiac fluid and as lustful as ever when she was around Nala, would happily and passionately comply, wordlessly moaning while jilling Nala off in turn before both of them were allowed to enjoy one last climax together before drifting off to sleep.
Nala's efforts to imprint herself on Violet were immediately successful, as they had been before. Her efforts to force the same magics to work in the opposite direction on herself, however, were as complete and utter a failure as Nala had ever experienced in her efforts at developing and advancing her magical techniques. The first problem came because she was trying to force the construct onto the mind and soul working to create it while connecting it to another spirit that was wholly incompatible with holding the constricting mental bindings. the second problem was that, because Violet herself was not creating the imprinting, it lacked a tether to the core of her soul, which Nala couldn't even get close to with magic, meaning that what small portion of an imprint that she did create had no guidance by which to bind it. The third and most damning problem was also both the simplest, and the one that Nala would find no recourse in working around; she understood how the magic worked. Her mind and her spirit both comprehended her spellwork quite thoroughly by that point, and with that understanding the small and short-term binding that she created was pushed off with such ease that it was almost insulting.
Regardless of how she thought of the results of her experiment, Nala would awaken to find Violet's stomach as flat as it ever was, showing no signs of the pregnancy that she could easily discern was still present. After that and forcing herself from her bed, Nala would be able to sever the bonds around Esmerala's legs and then see the now rather comical demoness to her feet. She didn't seem to have slept at all, but neither did she seem particularly fatigued by that fact. "Very well," Esmerala replied calmly, and seemed to need very little in the way of guidance as Nala led her from her bedchambers.
The elf would be able to flag down an arachne to do as she wished, and then she would find herself alone with the demoness who had done so much harm to her and her people....
Log
Nala: HP = 57, PP = 87, EP = 90, Status = Fine
Violet would need to move for Nala to get her fingers into the human again, or Nala herself would need to move, but either way it wouldn't take much more than some re-positioning for the elf to get what she wanted. The human would, of course, return the favor. The brief pause that she took when answering the exchange between Esmerala and Mikaeus a few moments later drew nothing more than a grunt from the demon to whom she and Violet were so energetically taking their mouths, the sound both derisive and skeptical, but he said nothing further while he and Violet continued their attentions. She wouldn't even get another grunt out of him when she forced him to cum, and afterwards Violet, having tasted of much more of that aphrodisiac fluid and as lustful as ever when she was around Nala, would happily and passionately comply, wordlessly moaning while jilling Nala off in turn before both of them were allowed to enjoy one last climax together before drifting off to sleep.
Nala's efforts to imprint herself on Violet were immediately successful, as they had been before. Her efforts to force the same magics to work in the opposite direction on herself, however, were as complete and utter a failure as Nala had ever experienced in her efforts at developing and advancing her magical techniques. The first problem came because she was trying to force the construct onto the mind and soul working to create it while connecting it to another spirit that was wholly incompatible with holding the constricting mental bindings. the second problem was that, because Violet herself was not creating the imprinting, it lacked a tether to the core of her soul, which Nala couldn't even get close to with magic, meaning that what small portion of an imprint that she did create had no guidance by which to bind it. The third and most damning problem was also both the simplest, and the one that Nala would find no recourse in working around; she understood how the magic worked. Her mind and her spirit both comprehended her spellwork quite thoroughly by that point, and with that understanding the small and short-term binding that she created was pushed off with such ease that it was almost insulting.
Regardless of how she thought of the results of her experiment, Nala would awaken to find Violet's stomach as flat as it ever was, showing no signs of the pregnancy that she could easily discern was still present. After that and forcing herself from her bed, Nala would be able to sever the bonds around Esmerala's legs and then see the now rather comical demoness to her feet. She didn't seem to have slept at all, but neither did she seem particularly fatigued by that fact. "Very well," Esmerala replied calmly, and seemed to need very little in the way of guidance as Nala led her from her bedchambers.
The elf would be able to flag down an arachne to do as she wished, and then she would find herself alone with the demoness who had done so much harm to her and her people....
Log
Tassadar
Finding a spot within the limits of Kyederon where Nala could speak privately with her demon prisoner wasn't as easy as she might have liked, but there was one place that the demons hadn't touched and that hadn't been commandeered as some sort of shelter. The small meeting hut where they had first met, and Nala had shredded the absurd terms of surrender that Esmerala had then simply taken anyway, and when guided to a chair the demoness sat without speaking a word.
Her responses to the questions that Nala quickly spouted off came only once the elf had fallen silent for long enough for Esmerala to be sure that she had finished speaking, and then rattled off her answers in a tone devoid of any readable emotion; “I already told you why I did all of this. To escape. My end game is, simply put, to find a life free of a tyrant watching over my every action, and without fear of an assassin coming to me in a moment of vulnerability in killing me in ways that your language lacks the vocabulary for me to describe. We have days. A week if he thinks of this little. A month or less if he chooses to toy with you before making his move.”
BlueSlime
"I see," Nala said. "You clearly don't think that I can withstand his abilities and I have no reason to assume I could either. So why have you chosen to use me as your means to escape? That still doesn't make sense to me, and it doesn't seem to make sense to your subordinates either."
Tassadar
“Because you are mortal,” she replied unhelpfully, but then quickly qualified her simplistic answer by adding; “Were I to have fled with them, or on my own, my every move would be tracked. I would lose my pursuers, from time to time, but within a month, or a year, or a decade… I would have been found, and dealt with. The king of New Abaddon does not suffer traitors or deserters. Going to you as I did casts my status as either in doubt enough that I need not fear his direct wrath quite so much, and that you are mortal means that he will no doubt underestimate you.
“You are not wrong at all to say that you could not withstand his abilities should he come to kill or claim you personally. But he won’t, because that isn’t what he does and wouldn’t work with the weakened image he is attempting to portray to his court. As such, we don’t need to beat him ourselves. We just need to break the confidence of his other subjects to the point that he loses power, and then can be safely ignored by whoever takes power when he is dead and his soul is torn to pieces and consumed by his former subjects. My knights are loyal, but they are also sometimes woefully straightforward.”
BlueSlime
"Sometimes being straightforward is the best policy, Esmerala." The night elf paused for a bit, hoping that hint wouldn't go unnoticed. "Still, you wouldn't risk your reputation without more of a plan than to play prisoner to a mortal on the demon king's hit list. You're looking for a more permanent solution, so you must think that there is some way that I can prevail. I'm interested to hear how you think this will be done."
Tassadar
The comment about straightforwardness was met with silence on behalf of the still bound demoness, and she sat through the elf’s following statement with lips thinned. “I have already told you,” Esmerala said in an annoyed voice that was almost perfectly reminiscent of the tone that her mother had often used for her scolding, “it isn’t necessary to face the demon king directly in any capacity. He will likely send minions of some sort to deal with you, and at this point I suspect an assassin. They must be dealt with, preferably without any obvious involvement on my part and out in the open where it can be plainly observed.
“The King of New Abaddon has many enemies among his own court, and he knows this. He is making himself appear infirm, to the point of spreading rumors of illness among his own direct servants, and sending his bastard child away to Acheron in an effort to appear weak. He wants to seem vulnerable to the most foolish and the most ambitious among his lords and ladies, who will then attempt a scheme that will undoubtedly fail while the more shrewd members of the court see to gobbling up whatever scraps of their power they can while still appearing loyal.
“All we need to do is make him appear more incompetent than he wishes to. If we can chip away at his position to the point that the wiser members of the court will conduct a coop of their own to take advantage of the failure of their comrades, then it is highly likely that the king will fall without you or I ever risking any further involvement. As your prisoner, I am not a large enough threat to warrant a killer of my own, and if need by I can… Escape… And see about stoking the coals a little bit further, even if I would much rather not do such a thing.”
BlueSlime
Nala managed to deftly ignore the annoyed tone that Esmerala had in her voice with the same ease that she had ignored her own mother's annoyance many years ago. The witch elf knew that she was asking the demon to repeat and expand upon what she had said previously, but that was sort of the point. She wanted to make certain that the story held together, and find out more about what the demon lord had in mind.
"So it's your opinion that if we sit back and stop the efforts of the King, he'll lose enough face that some other demons will depose him. You intend to use my people and myself as bait, so that this King is deposed, presumably freeing you from whatever ties he has over you. Some other demon will become the new king or queen, and still threaten the land, but you'll be free. Am I right about that?"
Nala folded her arms. She wasn't convinced that there was much upside for herself and her people in this deal. They would be hunted one way or another.
"How can I shut down the psychic powers of my demon prisoners? I want to remove that communication trick, and anything else that would give the demons an advantage. You're going to tell me how. That's part of the deal."
Tassadar
"Bait? No. Bait isn't the proper word for the part that I'd intended you to play. A distraction would be a better term for it," Esmerala returned stoically. "It's not a perfect solution, but if you want one of those you'll have to look elsewhere. I'm doing the best that I can with the options that I have available to me. I'm sure that you can appreciate that."
The demoness paused to scowl back at Nala, her red eyes glowing through the silk blindfold that the arachne had given her, but on she pressed in her explanation; “Some other demon will come out on top to become the new monarch, yes. But the current King is not only easily the most powerful demon in the court, but also one of the shrewdest. And the most cruel. Whoever replaced him would almost certainly be easier to deal with.”
Her demand regarding her prisoners didn’t seem to phase Esmerala, who simply said; “Not all of us have such powers, but for those that do, you have to place a sealing collar on them. One powerful enough to bind their spirits completely. That should prevent most from using any sort of magic, including telepathy.”
BlueSlime
"Did you bring collars powerful enough to bind those demons with that ability? And do you have the knowledge to create more sealing collars?" Nala asked, likewise unphased by the scowls she'd gotten. It was fair enough to her that Esmerala didn't have a perfect solution, but the night elf wasn't pleased to have her friends and people in the firing line. Still, she'd been living in the jungle for two years, and life wasn't easy here even without the demon army breathing down her neck.
She shrugged a bit in thought, going over in her mind how she felt about being a distraction. "I don't simply want to survive this, Esmerala. I want to grow in power. Now more than ever, I need it. I have children... arachne daughters and soon I shall have a child by my lover, Violet. I intend for my family, friends, lovers, and people to be free and safe - and I'm convinced by what's happened these past few days that the only way to guarantee that is to be able to destroy whatever comes for me."
She glanced back at the demon. "And I want to be able to trust you. You have knowledge, you have power, and you can show me things that I have always wanted to know. But your own actions have poisoned what we could have had together. That more than anything angers me. I want to fix it, but you won't like my solution. Or rather, I don't think you would."
Finding a spot within the limits of Kyederon where Nala could speak privately with her demon prisoner wasn't as easy as she might have liked, but there was one place that the demons hadn't touched and that hadn't been commandeered as some sort of shelter. The small meeting hut where they had first met, and Nala had shredded the absurd terms of surrender that Esmerala had then simply taken anyway, and when guided to a chair the demoness sat without speaking a word.
Her responses to the questions that Nala quickly spouted off came only once the elf had fallen silent for long enough for Esmerala to be sure that she had finished speaking, and then rattled off her answers in a tone devoid of any readable emotion; “I already told you why I did all of this. To escape. My end game is, simply put, to find a life free of a tyrant watching over my every action, and without fear of an assassin coming to me in a moment of vulnerability in killing me in ways that your language lacks the vocabulary for me to describe. We have days. A week if he thinks of this little. A month or less if he chooses to toy with you before making his move.”
BlueSlime
"I see," Nala said. "You clearly don't think that I can withstand his abilities and I have no reason to assume I could either. So why have you chosen to use me as your means to escape? That still doesn't make sense to me, and it doesn't seem to make sense to your subordinates either."
Tassadar
“Because you are mortal,” she replied unhelpfully, but then quickly qualified her simplistic answer by adding; “Were I to have fled with them, or on my own, my every move would be tracked. I would lose my pursuers, from time to time, but within a month, or a year, or a decade… I would have been found, and dealt with. The king of New Abaddon does not suffer traitors or deserters. Going to you as I did casts my status as either in doubt enough that I need not fear his direct wrath quite so much, and that you are mortal means that he will no doubt underestimate you.
“You are not wrong at all to say that you could not withstand his abilities should he come to kill or claim you personally. But he won’t, because that isn’t what he does and wouldn’t work with the weakened image he is attempting to portray to his court. As such, we don’t need to beat him ourselves. We just need to break the confidence of his other subjects to the point that he loses power, and then can be safely ignored by whoever takes power when he is dead and his soul is torn to pieces and consumed by his former subjects. My knights are loyal, but they are also sometimes woefully straightforward.”
BlueSlime
"Sometimes being straightforward is the best policy, Esmerala." The night elf paused for a bit, hoping that hint wouldn't go unnoticed. "Still, you wouldn't risk your reputation without more of a plan than to play prisoner to a mortal on the demon king's hit list. You're looking for a more permanent solution, so you must think that there is some way that I can prevail. I'm interested to hear how you think this will be done."
Tassadar
The comment about straightforwardness was met with silence on behalf of the still bound demoness, and she sat through the elf’s following statement with lips thinned. “I have already told you,” Esmerala said in an annoyed voice that was almost perfectly reminiscent of the tone that her mother had often used for her scolding, “it isn’t necessary to face the demon king directly in any capacity. He will likely send minions of some sort to deal with you, and at this point I suspect an assassin. They must be dealt with, preferably without any obvious involvement on my part and out in the open where it can be plainly observed.
“The King of New Abaddon has many enemies among his own court, and he knows this. He is making himself appear infirm, to the point of spreading rumors of illness among his own direct servants, and sending his bastard child away to Acheron in an effort to appear weak. He wants to seem vulnerable to the most foolish and the most ambitious among his lords and ladies, who will then attempt a scheme that will undoubtedly fail while the more shrewd members of the court see to gobbling up whatever scraps of their power they can while still appearing loyal.
“All we need to do is make him appear more incompetent than he wishes to. If we can chip away at his position to the point that the wiser members of the court will conduct a coop of their own to take advantage of the failure of their comrades, then it is highly likely that the king will fall without you or I ever risking any further involvement. As your prisoner, I am not a large enough threat to warrant a killer of my own, and if need by I can… Escape… And see about stoking the coals a little bit further, even if I would much rather not do such a thing.”
BlueSlime
Nala managed to deftly ignore the annoyed tone that Esmerala had in her voice with the same ease that she had ignored her own mother's annoyance many years ago. The witch elf knew that she was asking the demon to repeat and expand upon what she had said previously, but that was sort of the point. She wanted to make certain that the story held together, and find out more about what the demon lord had in mind.
"So it's your opinion that if we sit back and stop the efforts of the King, he'll lose enough face that some other demons will depose him. You intend to use my people and myself as bait, so that this King is deposed, presumably freeing you from whatever ties he has over you. Some other demon will become the new king or queen, and still threaten the land, but you'll be free. Am I right about that?"
Nala folded her arms. She wasn't convinced that there was much upside for herself and her people in this deal. They would be hunted one way or another.
"How can I shut down the psychic powers of my demon prisoners? I want to remove that communication trick, and anything else that would give the demons an advantage. You're going to tell me how. That's part of the deal."
Tassadar
"Bait? No. Bait isn't the proper word for the part that I'd intended you to play. A distraction would be a better term for it," Esmerala returned stoically. "It's not a perfect solution, but if you want one of those you'll have to look elsewhere. I'm doing the best that I can with the options that I have available to me. I'm sure that you can appreciate that."
The demoness paused to scowl back at Nala, her red eyes glowing through the silk blindfold that the arachne had given her, but on she pressed in her explanation; “Some other demon will come out on top to become the new monarch, yes. But the current King is not only easily the most powerful demon in the court, but also one of the shrewdest. And the most cruel. Whoever replaced him would almost certainly be easier to deal with.”
Her demand regarding her prisoners didn’t seem to phase Esmerala, who simply said; “Not all of us have such powers, but for those that do, you have to place a sealing collar on them. One powerful enough to bind their spirits completely. That should prevent most from using any sort of magic, including telepathy.”
BlueSlime
"Did you bring collars powerful enough to bind those demons with that ability? And do you have the knowledge to create more sealing collars?" Nala asked, likewise unphased by the scowls she'd gotten. It was fair enough to her that Esmerala didn't have a perfect solution, but the night elf wasn't pleased to have her friends and people in the firing line. Still, she'd been living in the jungle for two years, and life wasn't easy here even without the demon army breathing down her neck.
She shrugged a bit in thought, going over in her mind how she felt about being a distraction. "I don't simply want to survive this, Esmerala. I want to grow in power. Now more than ever, I need it. I have children... arachne daughters and soon I shall have a child by my lover, Violet. I intend for my family, friends, lovers, and people to be free and safe - and I'm convinced by what's happened these past few days that the only way to guarantee that is to be able to destroy whatever comes for me."
She glanced back at the demon. "And I want to be able to trust you. You have knowledge, you have power, and you can show me things that I have always wanted to know. But your own actions have poisoned what we could have had together. That more than anything angers me. I want to fix it, but you won't like my solution. Or rather, I don't think you would."
