Chapter 22
4 Days remaining…
It was before sun rise and Jack had finished making weapons for his sentinels and summoned an arsenal for all his residents. Hundreds of crossbows with thousands of arrows accompanied with hundreds of short swords along with two sets of leather armor for everyone should the worst happen. None of it was tailored made nor specifically attuned to anyone like he had done with Frizzy’s arm. It irked him that he couldn’t do any fine tuning but it would all work. No matter how much his inner perfectionist screamed in indignation. Once it was all over and they survived, then he’ll go on a fixing spree. Until then, he had other things to worry about.
After some experiments, while everyone was asleep, he quickly learned that his normal mobs can’t beyond his territory. When he summoned a body in his territory, he could bring it over the boarder then used the reanimate spell. While Zombies and skeletons can be useful but they weren’t all that effective. With some experiments he found that skeletons were quicker but easily damaged while zombies were slower but physically stronger. When they were summoned at their formed and made to fight it became easier to see what their limitations were.
With a few more experiments he also discovered that they were also able to use weapons it a limited degree. The skeletons were able to use a simple bow and arrow and the zombies could use clubs. But anything magical that required conscious thought to use were no better than their normal counterpart.
If they could have use magic items, that would have solved a lot of his problems. could have just lured the mystery invaders in then just throw waves of mobs with magic gear. But since that wasn’t the case, there was no point in doing so since it would only mean arming the invaders with better equipment once the mob was killed. That left only regular weapons for his mobs that had fingers and thumbs.
“FuuuuuuuuAAAAAKA!” Jack complained to himself, slumped sideways in his throne. “All I wanted to do was make a dungeon, get as many memories back as possible and keep building my community. Is that so much to ask for?” he whined as he turned his head to look at the miniature automaton assistant he summoned.
The simple humanoid construct simply stood there, uncaring of Jack’s misery. Only standing patiently, waiting for whatever request he might make.
“Seriously.” Jack continued, also uncaring that the automaton didn’t care. “Is it such a crime to just want to build things? I don’t do political bullshit! Might as well ask a fucking fish to climb a tree!”
The automaton continued to stand and say nothing not that it could. Allowing the lich to vent their frustration.
“I swear… what the hells am I even getting myself into?” Jack asked as he looked up at the ceiling of his new workshop. “Sometimes I think maybe it would have been best if I stayed asleep. Maybe wait out the craziness for a while longer. Then I think about all the people I have in my life and I think, ‘Fuuuuuuck… These people love me. They need me. Their lives are improving with my involvement. Are there others who need my help? Should I go looking for them? How involved should I be? Is it even my place to try and lead them?’ and each time I just stare dumbly out in space. Thinking ‘Asshole! Wake up! You need answers for those questions dumbass!’ I mean come on Jack! These people need you and they put their live in your hands! You can’t have slippery fingers and let them slip!”
Jack turned further in his throne, draping his legs over one armrest with his head hanging over the other side as his hands over his midriff. His fingers were interlocked as he took a deep metaphorical breath. Staring up at the ceiling to look for some hidden answers.
“Now… now I have to lead them but I’m no leader. Maybe I used to be… but now? Now I’m a husk of what I was. All I remember are bare fragments, flashes of what might have been. The only thing I remember for certain is my skill as a Fabricator and all the knowledge that comes with it. Then… then there are the screams… the sounds of people screaming for help, yells for violence and blood. The smell of fire, burning wood, stone, clothing and flesh… the sights of the dying and dead… while their murders lurked the streets. Then there is the pain… the pain being tormented, guilt that I am still alive when there were so many dead. Then there is the rage… that uncaring, hate filled rage. I feel echoes of it still. It’s in the background and easily missed but it’s still there…” Jack confessed, will looking for a hidden answer in the ceiling. “I sometimes wonder would the old me know what to do? Would he handle things differently or maybe even better?”
“Would you like to find out?~” a sultry voice said from within his tower workshop. A voice Jack didn’t recognize.
Turning his head, Jack saw a beautiful woman clothed in a revealing blue dress. Her chest was ample, her hips alluring and her green eyes were deep and devious along with ruby lips that looked plump and sweet. Her hair was also a full wavy brown that cascaded over her shoulders. Her hips swaying seductively as she came closer to his throne.
As she approached Jack questioned why he didn’t notice her sooner. Only to realize that he actually could sense her presence within his dungeon like everyone else. He had only been too deep in thought to notice her before. Then there was the sensation of some kind of magic was washing over him. Something that was trying to suggest things to him, whisper things in his non-existent ear.
Feeling it was a good time to test his Essence Scrying ability, focused on the woman to see that it did.
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Race: Succubus
Stats:
Strength: 26 Agility: 42
Durability: 31 Intelligence: 38
Wit: 40
Race Abilities:
Level: 1
Alluring Presence
Life Draining Kiss
Infernal Resistance
Shadow Step
Level:10
Emotional Manipulation
Soul Branding
Flame Lash
Dark Wings
Level:20
Infernal Bonding
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Level:30
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Spells Available:
Level: 1-10
Charm Person
Fire Bolt
Glamour Illusion
Darkness
Demonic Whispers
Level:11-20
Greater Suggestion
Infernal Flames
Shroud of The Shadows
Kiss of Death
Level:21-30
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“After all, there are many services I can offer.~” the disguised succubus said with a hungry look to her eyes.
Huh… cool. A demon either wants to fuck me or make some kind of deal. He thought as he felt another sensation of some kind of magic trying to influence him. Oh, you cheeky fuck. You wanna get in my head? Game on Bitch.
“Well hello to you too.” Jack said as he sat up right in his throne to sit in it properly only to lean on his knees with his fingers clasped together. “Didn’t know I was gonna have a guest. Seems you caught me with my pants down. Was having a chat with my buddy over there. Say hi.”
The automaton at the direction raised a two fingered and one thumb hand. Waving it from side to side as it looked at the succubus then put it back to its side.
“Oh my, quite the pleasure, I am sure.” The mystery succubus said as she took a polite bow.
“Yeah, great guy. Not much of a talker but he’s a good listener.” Jack said before looking back to his automaton. “Please, get me box number…. Hmmmm lets go with seven. Gonna need that in a little for the next project.”
The automaton turned on its heels and walked off. Its metal feet making a soft clink with each step.
“Soooooo, How can I help you?” Jack said, turning to look at the succubus, back straight with his hands in his lap and a leg crossed over his knee.
“Dear dungeon master, It is not so much you that could help me. More of how I might help you.~” she purred taking another step closer, giving him a good view of her cleavage.
I wonder how much of that is natural or just an illusion. Jack pondered to himself.
“Okay, what do you have to offer?” Jack asked, already having an idea of what she might be after but wanted to see how long he mess with her. “No offense but I’m not seeing a cart with goods in it, never mind pockets. You got nice legs though.”
Her seductive smile grew a little at his last comment.
“Wait… are you showing that much skin to show off?” Jack asked, now confusing the succubus who didn’t seem ready for that comment. “Trying to lord over me you got fleshy bits while I don’t? Wow, that’s kind of rude.”
Jack crossed his arms over his chest now, making his body language show that he was pouting.
“Wait.. what?” the Succubus said, now confused. “I… what? No I-“ The succubus starred to say, trying to recover from their bout of confusion. Except Jack wasn’t going to let her.
“NO no.” Jack tutted. “No excuses, you hurt my feelings and here I was going to take you on a shopping spree. Maybe even show you some jewelry.” He huffed.
“Shopping?” the woman questions sounding even more confused.
“I’m glad you asked!” Jack said, hopping up from the throne and marched right up to her. Taking her by the arm to lead her to his various work benches.
“Here at Jack’s wares and baubles, we got just about anything you can think of. And if we don’t have it, we can make it!” he said as he brought her to the bench. “Here you can see we have all manner of rings! Most of which are enchanted! We got fire resistance, poison resistance, some that can help with those chilly nights. Also a few that make a light when visiting dark places.” He said shoving a fist full of rings into her hands as she tried to hold them in her cupped hands. “We also make wedding rings as well.”
“Wedding rings?” she stammered. Still trying to keep from dropping the rings as he kept shoving more into her hands to look at.
“Oh, you are getting married!” Jack said with false cheer, grabbing her wrists as he hopped up and down making her drop all the rings. “Why didn’t you just say so!”
Jack then dragged her to another part of the workshop without letting her get a word in edge wise.
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“Now I want all the juicy gossip girl.” He said taking a more feminine tone, walking with her arm in arm to the next table. “Is he a big guy? Handsome? Maybe a lord of hell? Hmmmm?” he asked and just as she was about to speak he interrupted her again. “Ah who are we kidding, girl like you can have her pick of the litter. No shame there, you work it girl.” Jack said with a sassy snap of his fingers, surprising himself and the succubus. “huh… that was cool. Now check this shit out!”
Before the succubus could say anything, Jack was shoving wedding rings of all kinds into her hands. Much to her frustration while Jack saw that the automaton brought the requested box to one of his work tables.
Right on time!
“Excuse me darling, I simply must work something out. I simply must. But not to worry, I am sure my friend would be more than happy to entertain! Auti, please attend this lovely darling.” Jack called, walking away from the succubus who had he hands full of wedding rings, all poise and alure forgotten in favor of trying not to drop the rings.
The Automaton came cover to stand next to her while Jack moved to the box. Using his back block her view as he pull out one of his… less then useful devices since he never had a use for it until now. He screwed the top off and pulled the bottle to the side. Pouring in some purified water, some refined salt, and for good measure a silver dust. With the ingredients put together, he screwed on the top that was a pressure pump with a lever and a pressure release valve that was adjustable. With the quick fix made, he used ink to quickly draw an arcane circle at the bottom of the bottle that would metaphorically add more salt to the wound.
Just in time for the succubus to give up and drop the rings back on the table.
“Listen, I-“ The succubus said trying to restrain her anger and use her charm magic on him again. Only for Jack to interrupt her.
“Oh, found nothing that you like.” Jack asked while hanging the bottle from his hip by the lever in his pocket, again not allowing her a word in edge wise. “OF course not! you are a lady of taste! Why should you settle for such garbage! Come I will show you the bes-“
“WILL YOU SHUT UP FOR FIVE SECONDS AND LET ME TALK!?” The succubus yelled, hellish flames puffing from her nose and mouth.
“Sure! You said five seconds, right?” Jack asked not missing a beat still maintaining his cheerful tone.
“Yes!” The succubus growled while glaring murderously at him.
“Alrighty.” Jack agreed, clasping his hands behind his back and stayed silent. Really enjoying himself way more then he really should.
“Thank you.” The succubus growled, then took a second to regain her composure to put on her charms. “I have come to make a deal with you.”
2… Jack counted in his head.
“I can offer all manner of gifts and delights.~ Power? Easily.~ Greater knowledge, for certain.~” She said in a husky voice as she stepped closer to him, delicately placing a hand on his shoulder to trace a finger on his upper arm.
4 and a half… Jack quietly snickered to himself. Greateful that he didn’t have an actual face at the moment or he’d really have a hard time hiding a shit eating grin.
“I can even get you your mem-~” she tried to whisper in his non-existent ear before jack interrupted her.
“Times up!” Jack snickered while taking a step back to face her. “Now about the payment you owe Me.” Jack said with all the cockiness in the world.
Confusion flashed across the succubus’ face before it morphed into anger. Her previously alluring eyes now filled anything but charming.
“What do you mean I owe you! We have made no deal! I haven’t asked you of anything!” She snapped indigently.
“Oh yes you did.” Jack snickered with delight. “Your request was and I quote, ‘will you shut up for five seconds and let me talk’. I said sure and reconfirmed that you wanted five seconds. You said yes again and I agreed to your request. You asked for five seconds of my silence and you got it. Deal made and fulfilled.”
“I… You!” The succubus sputtered.
“Yes, me. You owe me an unspecified reward for my silence. Let’s just leave it at you owing me a favor for now.”
“Why you little!” The succubus stared, her face becoming boiling red with murder on her mind.
“Ah bub bub bah.” Jack said raising a hand to forestall her rebuttal. “Relax, it’s not my fault you got played at your own game. After all, a succubus with forty points in Wit should know that verbal agreements are just unwritten deals.”
At his word, all anger vanished from her face as she grew pale. Realizing that he knew before a smile pulled across her face.
“You knew? How long?” she asked, crossing her own arms over her ample chest. Brow raised curiously.
“A few seconds before you used and inuendo for doing work or fuck me.” Jack shrugged before he opened his pants and showed her his shiny metal pelvis. “Unfortunately, I got literally nothing down there.”
At this new attempt to put her off balance, she merely pursed her lips.
“Now that is a shame.” She sighed. “And what about why my charms weren’t working on you?”
“Sorry sugar, but we ain’t playing your game. Already did that and I won.” Jack tutted as he refastened his pants. “If you want information, you got to pay me for it.”
“But what better way to spend eternity then to play a game with high stakes?~” She said with another alluring smile.
“Not a gambler.” Jack shrugged. “Got better things to worry about and do.”
“Like make your community and dungeon grow perhaps?”
“Yep.” Jack said off handedly, caring very little what she knew since she was likely ease dropping on him.
“And if I told you that I knew information that you would want?” she asked with a devilish grin. “Something that could determine the fate of cute little community you are making.~” She purred once more.
“That so?” Jack said faking interest, trying to decide if he should spray her now lor later. “And what kind of information would that be?”
“How about the location of the army, the number of forces, composition, and its leadership?~” said hummed as in thought, putting on the air of considering it might be something she could share.
***
Out in the forest a man dressed in dark cloths was running through the forest, his heart pounding in his chest frantically while his lungs burned. Desperate to escape his pursuer with his other surviving compatriot. Both ducking and weaving between the trees in a desperate attempted to avoid being attacked. As a scout for the dark army, he needed to report his findings. He needed to warn them of the monster the lurked in the forest.
“Run.”
The voice of the woman whispered from almost everywhere. Leaving neither of the scouts able to locate the thing that tracked them both.
There had been five before, yet each one vanished or died. The forest seeming to be offended by their sheer existence. The first to die was the private, a goblin that had a nose for picking up anything too subtle to see. One second he was there, sleeping on his putrid rags with a foul rusted blade in hand. They had turned for but a moment, and the next he was gone. No sounds, not signed of a struggle, was made to proclaim he had ever been there. Only that foul knife was left behind to prove that he had ever existed.
“Run!~”
The woman’s voice commanded with a growl. Delight tinged its voice at their fear as if savoring the moment. Making the remaining scouts panic more as the voice sounded closer still.
The second to vanish was the minotaur, a large brute of a man. A land surveyor that could find the smoothest path for any large group of people. able to find locate bodies of drinking water like second nature. When he had looked around to see if the little wretch, a blur danced through the foliage just outside of camp. Swiftly moving from too and from the minotaur. Making the beast man stiffen for a second. When he turned, he was clutching his throat where a chunk had been torn out. Desperately trying to gasp for air while drowning in his own blood.
“Run!~”
The woman’s voice demanded, sounding as if it was on top of them both. A blood thirsty longing echoed in their words while the lingering and wounded compatriot struggled to keep up before he to when down with chilling scream before the dwarf was dragged into the dark.
Before anyone had a chance, the third scout had their life plucked from them. An arrow an oversized arrow shot from the dark punching through the neck of the other minotaur that was part of the scouting party. Taking their head off before while the arrow continued to fly and scored a grazing shot to the other goblin’s side. Leaving the wounded goblin and the last unharmed squad to run for their lives.
Now it was only him…
“RUN!!!~”
The orc ran as hard as his legs will let him. His chest heaved, his legs ached, his throat burned. He didn’t know how long he ran, he didn’t dare tun back to see what was after him. He just ran, desperate to survive. There was no glory here, there was riches or honor, there was no raiding like his ancestors of old had done. This was nothing like the stories of old, this was a nightmare. And he was desperate to wake up.
By the time he stopped running, he took cover behind a tree. Panting hard, desperate to take down gulp of air. His legs have given out from all his effort. After a few seconds a desperate sob escaped him as he tried to keep quiet. The former squad leader praying to the gods that the monster didn’t hear him. Begging and pleading in his prayers to live, swearing to never raid or scout again so long as he lived.
Unaware of how quiet the forest around him had become with his face buried in his knees. Especially to the predator that lurked so close.
THUD!
The sound of something wet and heavy landed to his right, making him whimper as he jumped. Turning to see that it was an arm.
A minotaur arm.
A minotaur arm that looked to have been knawed from the shoulder with even the bone being chewed through.
He stared in horror at the severed limb, leaving him blind to the creeping horror behind him. A hand with metal clawed fingers reached out from the dark. A silver metal masked face surrounded by a rust red mane, its face twisted to a gleeful feral grin with fangs bared.
The last scout then felt a hand come to rest on his shoulder, almost delicately. Freezing him in place, his prayers unanswered.
"Ah, caught you. Our little game was delightful, wasn’t it?” The monster said, sounding singsong, delighted to have enjoyed their chase with that guttural growl underneath. “But now comes the part I savor most. I have questions, and you will answer them, won’t you?”
The hand turned him, carefully by the shoulder making him turn to see that which had taken such delight in their fear.
The metal mask a parody of a woman’s face, twisted to that of a savage predator, its maw partly open to show those silvery fangs stained red with the eyes being hollow voids in which there was no escape. Viscus liquid dripped from between the fangs. Landing on the ground with a burning hiss.
The scout couldn’t tell the monster anything. If he did there was no telling what it would do, how far it would go. Who knew what it might learn if it found the army. Who knew what it would do once it found them. there was a slim chance that if it found the army, it might back track where base might be. It was smart, and proven it was ruthless. The whole thing had been a game to it.
“Oh, such defiance spirit in your eyes...” the monster cooed at him.
Without so much as a warning, the monster grip on his shoulders became like claws in truth. The metal points burying themselves deep into his shoulders where the points scrapped the bone. Making the Orc first scream in pain then horror as the metal mask became more feral, the maw grin growing wider as the fangs parted to open wide for him to stare down the gullet that reeked of raw meat.
“I BET IT TASTES DELICIOUS!~”
The Orc screamed as the maw snapped shut, less than an inch from his nose. Flakes of that caustic drool landing on his leather armor making it hiss. As she withdrew the metal claws of one hand from his shoulder while the other was still holding strong. Allowing him to discover that the muscles in his shoulder were now crippled from damage.
"Oh, don’t worry... I’ll savor every moment with you. In fact, I think I’ll give you a nickname while we chat. How about... Dessert?” the monster cooed, their face becoming less feral yet still the fangs never went away. Raising a claw that hand just been in his shoulder to that maw, a long tongue lapping the blood clean off her finger. “Mmm, yes. You seem so... sweet."
“n.no… please…” he whimpered, tears streaming down his face.
With no further word, she dragged him into the dark. Kicking and screaming until he two like the rest of this squad vanished in the dark.
***
“Yeah, I am not all that worried about that.” Jack waved dismissively. “Come on girl. You gotta be more like a merchant. Entice me. Show me what you got! Get me interested.”
Undeterred, the succubus just smiled a hungry smile with multiple meanings behind it.
“Not enough? Hmmmm, then what else might someone like you want?” she hummed walking to work bench and leaned her hip into it. that finger still resting on her chin in mocking thought. “how about your memories? Not all of them but maybe some of them, perhaps? The more personal ones maybe? What about the one who taught you? What was his name… Quincy?”
At that name a thousand fragments of thought slammed into Jack all at once.
Images of an older human man, his bald head, snow white beard, powerful build, deep brown skin, and a jovial smile that welcomed you like family. Images of him striking a hammer and anvil, bending heavy metal to his will. Using fine tools to place delicate parts. Using arcane circles to, enchant, infuse or transmute materials or items. All while Jack was at his side, eagerly learning and working like any proud apprentice.
Master Quincy… You were too good for this world.
“Oh?” The succubus said, her eyebrow rising. Reminding Jack of her presence. “Did that catch your attention. Are you enticed now?” She asked with a chuckle.
“You will tell me everything you know, now.” Jack all playfulness gone. His good humor replaced with absolute seriousness.
There was no way for her to know something like that. not unless she was there. No, there was something more going on and he was going to get his answers.
“Try asking nicely.~” The succubus said, clearly enjoying the illusion that she now had some kind of leverage over him. “Maybe we can make a deal. Or better yet, beg. Like a good doggy and maybe I’ll give you a bone.”
Jack casted his spell Rotting chains on her. Making multiple chains erupt from the ground, all seven rusted and medium thickness chains all wrapped around her, binding and slowing her. Each radiating necrotic energy yet the succubus merely smiled, satisfied that she was going ground.
“I wasn’t asking you, I am telling you what you will do.” Jack said flatly, unsure how well the chains will hold against someone with her level of strength.
It didn’t matter though, it didn’t have to be long. Only long enough.
“Oh, I didn’t know you were into this.” She hummed with more sultriness to her voice. “You might be more fun than I thought, I know a few girls that would want to know this spell.”
“No, bad demon.” Jack said blandly taking his spray bottle and sprayed a mist over her creating a mist over her and the chains. “No horny in my workshop.”
The succubus seemed unimpressed at first. Getting ready to use another quip, when the mist stared to setting on her. Then her eyes bulged as her skin stared to sizzle and blister. Making her the illusion of her beauty melt from her form as she thrashed and screamed. At her efforts and making the chains rattle and groan in strain, Jack sprayed her again making her renew her efforts as the purifying water landed on her again.
“Keep thrashing and I’ll shove the bottle up your ass.” Jack said to the now withering and thrashing demon in pain.
The succubus, with her true face now exposed snarled at him. Her face that of wrinkly charred skin. two large horns jutting from her head with spikes growing from her cheeks. Her body like that of a hag with cloved feet and tattered bat wings growing from her back.
She seemed ready to thrash again until he pointed the spray bottle at her. Then she immediately stilled, glaring at him with two hateful red eyes.
“Better.” Jack said as he continued to watch her, bottle still aimed at her to give another spritz. “Where did you hear that name?”
“You foul thing!” she snarled, her voice now that of a horse and raspy growl. “I will have your soul! It is inevitable! I shall enjoy hearing your shrieks for eternity and be the envy of all with the soul of the last human of this world! AHHHHHH!”
Jack sprayed her disinterestedly for her threat. Making her wither and squirm in pain as the purifying droplets sizzled her skin.
“Others want me, huh. Which one told you I exist? Which one told you that name?” Jack asked still aiming the bottle at her.
“FUCK YOU! YOU HEEP OF BONE! YOUR MASTER LINGER AND LANGUISHES IN THE ABYSS FOR OUR PLEASUAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” the succubus cursed as then shrieked in pain as Jack adjusted the nozzle of the bottle to shoot a jet of the water at her. the stream burning a hole in her abdomen.
“Next time you mention him, I’ll spray your eyes. This is your only warning.” Jack said coldly, adjusting the nozzle to mist once again. “Now answer my question.”
The demon now whimpered from a pain they couldn’t enjoy. Their flesh sizzling and blistering from the liquid that might as well have been acid. Yet she didn’t speak, a defiant hate filled glare in her eyes.
Curious, Jack took a simple dagger from a nearby table and jabbed it into her shoulder between the chains. Only for the blade to pass through her flesh then reseal itself as if she had never been harmed. A satisfied smile on her ugly visage at his perceived failure. That was until he misted the blade with the spray bottle. This got a look of terror from the demon as he nicked her shoulder with the blade and this time the demon thrashed in pain while the cut didn’t close.
“Now that is interesting.” Jack said thoughtfully, as he looked at his new project.
He dropped the bottle on the floor while the succubus was too distracted from withering in pain. Absorbed the bottle and its contents then resummoned a new one. He then summoned some iron and a bucket of the purification water. Used a nearby arcane circle to heat the iron up, getting it glowing hot before he quenched it. Once he absorbed the metal again, he got a notification saying he now had Sanctified Steel. A metal who’s forging was closely guard by holy groups as far as he remembered based on its lore from the notification. It was low grade but perfect for what he wanted.
Summoning a good four thousand pounds of it, Jack used the Form and function spell to make a cage of the steel around succubus. While it might not be strong enough to make her burst into flames but it sure as the hell going to hurt if she tried to break free. It was once the cage was made that he released the spell of for Rotting Chain on the demon who had been whimpering all this time. Trying to regain her strength from what looked to be the excruciating pain in her existence.
When she regained her senses, she found the cage she was in and the chains that bound her were gone. She immediately tried to grab the bars, likely to bend or break them, and her hands started to smoke and sizzle. Making her recoil from touching them.
“What is this!” she demanded. “Release me! Release me or I will hound you for eternity once I break free!”
“No.” Jack said plainly. “I rather see what I can learn about you. If I get lucky, I might learn something useful, maybe even get a new Dungeon Sentinel out of it.” Jack shrugged.
True fear was plane to see over her face.
“No… Y.you can’t…” She stammered, trying to regain her bravado along with any form of control over the situation. “I’m the demon! Not you! Mortals don’t get to torment demons. I’ll tell you anything you want! Everything you want!”
“Sorry saggy tits, but that ship sailed and I’m mostly sure you don’t actually know anything. You'd be better prepared if you did.” Jack shrugged again, already making plans for what he wanted to test.
“P.please…. mercy….” The demon pleaded.
“Pfft, Ironic.” Jack snorted. “Now stop being a drama queen.”