"Where is he?" Lorissa was pacing back and forth across the floor. Seated and far more patient was Triana, while Battlemaid was busy cleaning everything. "Why wouldn't he be here for this?"

"Only if he found someone who was in trouble." The words left Battlemaid's mouth before her cogitator had a moment to process it. "Or Stanton is in trouble."

All three of them stopped. They stopped pacing, they stopped cleaning, and in Triana's case stopped breathing. They looked between each other and nodded.

"He was probably trying to save someone."

"It was probably a ruse to catch him."

"Of course he'd fall for that."

They laughed as they put together what they figured had happened, then prepared themselves for a fight. Lorissa closed her eyes and said, "Nya," triggering her own transformation. Though, when Swiftpaw didn't come running, she glared at him. "We need your help, nya."

"I can't. I have too much napping to do today," Swiftpaw said, yawning and lowering his head back down to his paws. "The sun is far too nice to waste it by— Hey!"

Holding up Swiftpaw by the scruff of his neck and turning him to face her, Lorissa glared at her familiar. "You, nya, are going to help me get Stanton back safe, nya, or I will put you on a no-meat diet… NYA!"

". . ." Swiftpaw hung in place and looked into Lorissa's eyes with horror on his face. "You wouldn't da—"

"Try me, nya. Just try me."

Swiftpaw flowed, his form becoming light for a moment before settling into the sheath at Lorissa's side. She smirked at this and whispered, "Good boy, nya. I'll make sure you get some fish tonight."

Trying to ignore the antics of Lorissa and her familiar, Triana turned away from the other two and removed her shirt, grabbing up the old and stretched one that suited her better when she was a wolf. It hung off her human frame but, as she called on her wolf side, she grew and grew into it. When her head almost touched the ceiling, she smiled to think she'd finally get to fight something she didn't need to hold back against. As she turned back to the pair, curious to see what their preparations were, she saw that Lorissa hadn't changed any further, but Battlemaid had.

With her shoulder-mounted rocket pods, machine gun slung at her side, and a big rifle on her back, Battlemaid felt more prepared for the coming fight than ever before. She hoped the new equipment she'd been building from schematics hidden deep in her core memory would prove useful. The last item she picked up was a sword with a chain-blade. She liked it, because when it ran really fast, she could use it to butcher animals. "I think Battlemaid is ready."

Lorissa looked between the robot maid and the huge werewolf and nodded. "Let's go get our man back."

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"Stanton?" He had the right face, but with the shirt seams smoldering from the electrical attack, enough was visible to be proof positive that he was, currently, female. "What did this to you?" She took a step closer, completely forgetting that she wasn't in her human guise.

Standing, wobbling, Stanton tried to sidle his way past the edge of Gisse's ward against casting. He was almost at the edge when the dragon's eyes narrowed. "What? With all this craziness going on, warping my shapeshifting to try to get out of this damn collar wasn't a good idea? You imprison me and then demand to know why I'm trying to get away?!"

When Cassandra didn't reply, Stanton tried to pull the shirt up to preserve his modesty. "And now you're going to stand there and stare. What is up with you?" He'd done it. The sucking emptiness of Gisse's ward no longer affected him. A dozen spells tickled at the back of his thoughts: defense, short-range teleport, something to incapacitate, a spell to increase his speed, and many more.

Turning her back, trying to pin her anger down, Cassandra snarled out, "Bring him with us. We're going to leave the city and link up with some kobolds I've had digging a new fortress in the mountain to the west." It was the plan that she hadn't admitted to knowing earlier, and now she spilled the beans on it just to prove that she knew what she was doing. She also acknowledged that she'd let him get completely under her skin, or scales as the case may be.

When Cassandra left the room again, Cleverclaws picked up the shirt, jacket, and pants that had been brought in earlier. "These don't look singed, S-Stanton. You could wear them if you like?"

Trying to ignore the confused look on Gisse's face for a moment, Stanton took the offered shirt and stripped off the remnants of his own.

"You're a girl."

"Yeah, Gisse, I'm a girl. I'm not, though, in here." Stanton tapped his head before pulling the shirt on. "I guess that's why your succubus side didn't pick anything up?"

Gisse was still trying to get her head around the revelation. Something in her heart told her that Stanton's claim that he'd only changed to get free didn't ring true to her, and now she was remembering all the times she'd watched him, all the drawings she'd made, it made sense that he was a girl all along. "Huh? Oh. I don't use that stuff much. It makes me itch. Are you sure you're a girl?"

"Last time I looked in a mirror. You won't tell the big, bad, bitch?" When Gisse and Cleverclaws both shook their heads, Stanton was relieved to have conspirators here. "Happened just before she turned up. Had this weird meeting with a tiny wolf, and then she just started calling me a magical girl or something. Tons of power, tons of clothes, and a secret I have to hide from pretty much everyone I know."

"Why?" Gisse asked. "Uh, keep it secret, I mean?"

"Because it's got this weight, right? Lies, I mean." Pulling the shirt on at last, Stanton buttoned the front up, fighting the odd muscle twitches he still felt from the electricity attack. "I thought it would embarrass my family, so I kept it secret. Then mommy goes and makes an event of me finding a fiancée. I never even knew there were so many werewolf girls that liked girls before! Or, well, that like girls who are actually guys."

Taking a slow breath as she took in Stanton's words, Gisse smiled once the entirety of what she'd been told circled back to a fixable problem. "Then I will undo this curse. I can—"

"Wait, Gisse, please wait. It's not exactly a curse." Taking a deep breath, Stanton turned to look at Gisse, seeing confusion in her eyes. "Once we get out of this place, I'll explain everything."

It would have been so easy, Gisse thought, to grab Stanton, take him somewhere secluded, and use all the magic at her disposal to make things right. His eyes, though, were a window into what he wanted and how nice it would be to spend time with him, knowing she'd let him be him. "Okay, but on condition."

Intrigued, Stanton asked, "What?" and, before his jangled nerves could begin to shift him out of the way, she darted in and kissed him. He was a little surprised, but it wasn't exactly something he hadn't done before—or aimed to perfect. Wrapping his arms around the nicest succubus he had ever encountered, Stanton made good on her condition.

Even with her heart thudding like crazy, Gisse managed to continue and even finish the kiss. As they broke apart, she took in all of Stanton's features, examining and filing them away. They looked just as they always had, but there was something new and exciting about him that was intoxicating.

"Gisse?"

"Hrm?"

"You're one of the most beautiful women I have ever met, and I love the way you look at me, but right now I can't tell if you're looking at me as a friend or as a meal." It was the most laid-back way Stanton could think to ask her to maybe calm down a little, but at the same time it was completely and utterly flattering to have her drinking up his features.

Shaking herself out of her hyper-focused moment, Gisse thought again about how much Stanton's features looked exactly the same as when they'd first met. "How long have you been—uh—like that?"

Confession time, Stanton realized, was more worrying in practice than in theory. "Since before you came here."

It took a moment for Gisse to figure out what she was feeling before she started to giggle. Soon enough, she was laughing while trying to say, "So I fell for a guy—who's a girl—all along?" When Stanton looked worried, though, she managed to calm down and explain. "Sin told me my first crush would be hard. She fell for an imp ten years ago and got so embarrassed about it afterward. I"—she shook her head—"definitely haven't reached that bit yet."

Stomping back into the room, the expressions on Gisse and Stanton's faces—that of annoyance and boredom, respectively—brought back the anger that she struggled to keep down. "We're leaving now. Gisse, if you want to bring anything, grab it."

Gisse had finally had enough. She glared at Cassandra and stepped slightly in front of Stanton. "I'm not going and Stanton's not going. Just—just stop. This is going too far and you know it. You should—"

"I will do what I should have done the first time you screwed up. First you didn't help with any of our fights with Super Lupine Girl, and now you're picking a fight with me?" The words were short and terse—magical prose to do one thing and one thing very well.

Stanton recognized the magic as Cassandra spat out the words. He reached out to grab Gisse and shove her aside, building a counterspell as he did so. When the banishing magic hit Gisse, it ripped a hole between realities open and sucked her into it.

When the spell sucked Stanton up too, since he was in contact with Gisse, Cassandra's panic built. The moment the rift closed, with only Cleverclaws left in the room with her, she shrieked.

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Stanton hadn't planned to visit the Abyss. It was, actually, one of the lowest in the list of places he wanted to visit, but as usually happened in his life, things didn't go how he planned. Getting his faculties about him, he started to stand up only to have Gisse hold out a loop of leather to him. "Wh—?"

"Put this on or you're about to get eaten."

Taking it from her hand, Stanton examined it. Not a drop of magic in the leather. There still might be something to it, but he trusted her more than ever now. Sliding it around his neck, he realized there was no catch to fasten it, but then Gisse reached out and channeled some magic and the leather tightened to the point where it was touching all around his throat, but not actually restricting him. "We're in—"

"My father's domain. Every demon that sees you, without that on, will consider you free meat. With that on, they would be going against Daddy's daughter—me. Come on, Dad can get us back." Taking the lead, Gisse looked around the burned and seared landscape and was surprised at how nostalgic she was for the place. She stretched and took off her coat, basking in the heat.

The Abyss, at least this part of it, reminded Stanton of a desert after it had been set on fire. What few plants were around looked charred, and the few creatures that he noticed were either dead and blackened or hiding as far into rock crevices that he could barely see them—and they were all some variation on a scorpion. "So, your dad's domain. Uh, is it all like this?"

"This? Oh, gosh no. Only a small percentage of it is as grand and lush as these gardens. Why, most of his domain is a horrid wasteland and nowhere near as gorgeous as this." With the amount of sarcasm Gisse put into the words, she hoped Stanton would get the joke, and his laughing only egged her on. "We should be at a city before third sun—uh, mid-morning here; a few hours, tops."

Time. Stanton's memory reminded him of the promise he'd made, and the time was right for him to do it. "Gisse, you know when, roughly, this happened." Stanton gestured to his chest as the most obvious example of his body's femininity. "But, you don't know why. I would just show you, but—"

"If it's something that involves showing off power, don't. Someone is probably watching."

Nodding, Stanton put off using his wand to transform. "Okay, so you know that pretty, magical werewolf I told you was my cousin?" Stanton felt trepidation building as he spoke. "That's, uh… Louise Silverclaw is a pseudonym. She's—I mean I'm—Super Lupine Girl."

Gisse closed her eyes and shook her head. "Okay, that would have been great to know before coming to the Abyss and presenting you, a hero, to my dad."

"A hero? I don't understand." Déjà vu hit Stanton hard, his time spent with Battlemaid learning from her about how the world worked without magic had been a head rush, but this was magic—he should know this.

"Okay, so you know how most people are normal people? They can change their own destiny, or that of those around them. A villain can derail a whole nation or plane. They can seize it up and twist a whole reality worth of future into a spiral that only benefited them. Only a hero can undo that. They are the reverse side of the coin. When you became— What else was around when this happened?"

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"Uh, well, that's when the Evil Pig of Evil showed up, and that damned dragon also…" Stanton trailed off as Gisse facepalmed. "Look, I don't hold you being summoned to help them against you. You know that. It's—"

"You don't get it. There are old villains and then there are those like my dad and that pig. They were around when the gods created the planes. They saw it all come together and linked together as allies to destroy it. Then a half-god hero banished the pig to the place beyond stars and made the Abyss as a cage for my dad." Pointing at Stanton, Gisse made to poke him in the chest, but then remembered that Stanton's chest was otherwise occupied. "You are the first hero to come here since then."

"Oh. Uh, I guess that complicates this a bit, right? Wait, would he even recognize me as a hero?" Stanton had set aside the question of hero abilities for later in their walk, instead focusing on the immediate problem.

"He's the most powerful and ancient demon to have ever lived. He's the first, the one that started it all. All other demons are lesser copies of him. We just need to keep him distracted."

Stopping, Stanton reached a hand up to his face and shook his head. "Your mother's a succubus, right?"

"Yeah…" Gisse didn't see where Stanton was going with the question.

"So he likes beautiful, dangerous women?"

"Yeah, I—" Her eyes widening, Gisse realized where Stanton was going with it. "We'd never get away if he— Well, unless he thinks you're mine— But, that wouldn't work because I've never so much as nibbled on you. You'd know—it hurts!"

"Okay, I know you don't want to eat my soul, but what about if you bit it a few times? Made it look like you had?" Stanton asked, walking again.

"That would hurt, maybe more, but I—I wouldn't have to eat any." As she worked through the logic of it, Gisse smiled more and, eventually, hugged Stanton.

Pressed against her, no longer worried about being exposed, Stanton said, "Do it." He knew the moment she attacked his soul, because an agony unlike any he'd felt before tore through him. Clenching his teeth and squeezing his eyes closed, he clung to Gisse as she worked.

Tears streamed down Gisse's face as she listened to Stanton's cries. This was a huge part of why she never ate the souls of complex creatures. She felt, though, his own tears mix with hers and, at last, she felt she'd done enough superficial damage that it looked like she'd fed long and hard on him recently—and she stopped.

The pain cut short, but there was still an ache deep inside Stanton that reminded him of what a demon could do. Pressing his face against Gisse's shoulder, he panted and focused on her rather than the lingering soreness.

"I'm sorry, but—" Before she could get any further, Gisse was shushed by Stanton. "No, I mean it. That's going to leave a mark in the shape of my teeth for years."

"Perfect. That's what we wanted. Besides, if this works, you'll have an excuse to spend more time back on the prime plane." Slowly disengaging himself from Gisse, Stanton looked down at the shirt that was now stained with tears. He reached up to the neckline of it and, giving his companion the most droll look ever, ripped it to expose more cleavage.

Gisse groaned and covered her face with one hand. "That'll work perfectly. Might want to tear your slacks to show some leg, too." When Stanton ripped one leg of his pants at mid-thigh and removed it completely, she laughed. "Now, if you're going to sell the sexy, dangerous, and spoken for, you need to do the second bit. Give off some magic."

It wasn't hard, really. All Stanton had to do was call on his wand and he felt magic rush around him. Without starting the transformation sequence, because that would ruin the clothing effect, he looked at Gisse. "Enough?"

Eyes fixed on the wand, Gisse could only nod. She'd seen it once before, but with Super Lupine Girl leaking magic everywhere, it hadn't been a big thing. Now, with the low-magic desert around them, it glowed like a beacon. "Y-Yeah."

Holding the wand up, Stanton moved it side to side and couldn't stop a giggle at seeing Gisse's head turn to track it. "That good, huh?" Her distracted nod made Stanton giggle more. "Okay, so which way do we head?"

"With that out, they'll come to us. But we can keep going this way. Dad's castle is more to the right, but it's further away and we can just get a ride there from the nearer city." Stretching one wing out and around Stanton, Gisse felt both happy he trusted her as much as he did and at the same time a new, demonic joy that she owns him. She wished she didn't have that latter emotion, and didn't feel comfortable bringing it up with Stanton.

Walking along in a comfortable silence, Stanton found the heat both stifling and more enjoyable for the way Gisse's wing seemed to suck it out of him. After cresting a hill, he gasped as a city sprawled out before them. Single story buildings, looking like they were made from baked clay, seemed to reach out in every direction, all clustered around one stone structure. "That's the city?"

"Yeah. Dite. We can get a ride to Dad's fortress from there." Checking Stanton, making sure her own demonic symbol was glowing on the collar he wore, Gisse led the way down the slope toward the city. They were almost at the river surrounding the low wall of the city when a group of demon soldiers marched out. Clearing her throat as they approached, she pulled Stanton a little closer against her. "Don't leave my side," she said to him before addressing the soldiers. "I am Gisse Daughter of Desire. I have returned to the Abyss with a slave and require transport to my father's citadel!"

While the soldiers murmured among themselves, Gisse leaned over and whispered to Stanton, "I've never been one to get out much. They know of me, but— Crap. They're going to want me to prove it."

"We—"

Gisse didn't give them a chance to get beyond the first word. Drawing up the energy her father had given her, she ripped the ground at the soldiers' feet open glared at them, daring them to push her a second time.

The demon who'd spoken the first time looked down into the gash in the ground before him, seeing demonic fire burning far below. He completed leaning forward, executing a bow. "R-Right. Gisse Daughter of Desire. Welcome to Dite. You wish your travel to be expedited?"

"Yes. Have the teleporter prepared at once." Noticing several of the demons looking at Stanton, Gisse felt unreasonable amounts of anger. Normally she'd get embarrassed about feeling the base instincts of a demon, but for now she put that to work. "What are you staring at?"

"That's a hero," one of the demons muttered.

"Not anymore. This is my slave." Gisse lifted one claw and flicked the collar around Stanton's neck. She waited just a second to see if they would try asking her something else, when they didn't, she summoned the power back and prepared to slash another hole into the ground—this time aiming for the leader of the squad.

The demons moved quickly, turning and marching toward a bridge over the river.

Stanton let Gisse take the lead, guiding him to move with her. For added effect, he tried to look a little starstruck. The city itself seemed fairly normal to Stanton. It lacked a large wall or flagstone paving, but there were plenty of cities he'd seen that were of similar construction.

People, Stanton realized, were staring at Gisse more than him. They seemed fascinated with her. More than once, though, he felt a flicker of magic in the crowds and an answering rush of power within Gisse. She was like an inferno of power.

When they turned a corner and the guards led them to an open square in the middle of the city, Gisse was relieved. She didn't stop at the edge, like the others, but walked up onto the slightly raised dais and started working her power into the ancient machinery of runes.

Demonic magic was far more delicate than mortal magic when it came to working with living creatures, but far less so in all other cases. Gisse's power fueled the teleporter that tore a hole through the Abyss to her father's citadel and then carefully pushed them through it.

Stumbling at the shove, Stanton fell down to one knee on the platform and was only stopped from falling further by Gisse's quick grab. And that, chest shoved forward into the torn dress firmly, bending with his wand held out, was how Stanton was first seen by Gisse's father.

Furious to find his daughter back far sooner than he'd hoped, Aharon Master of Conflagrations stared at the woman on her knees before him. Well, on one knee. Despite showing skin from torn clothing that would make some succubi blush, she had an air of power and strength about her that intrigued him. "Gisse, why are you here?"

"Banished. Dragon was boring and so was the pig. I found a snack, though. Hey, slave, show my dad your thing. Do the whole transform thing." Gisse was as gentle as she could nudging Stanton with a foot. They needed her father to lose sight of important things with Stanton around, but not so much that he'd kill Stanton.

Jaw dropping open, Stanton wanted to ask if she meant the whole Super Lupine Girl transformation or if she meant something else. The problem was, he couldn't ask that in the guise of her slave. Holding his wand out, Stanton did his best to make his usual transformation chant sound as defeated and downtrodden as possible.

"By the shining light of g-goodness,

And with the power of virtue,

By the p-p-purity of my feminine charms;

I call on my wand of power to protect the—the world."

Stepping back in shock, Aharon drew his sword that burned with black flames, prepared to do battle with a hero—only to see said hero on all fours on the ground with his daughter's foot on their back. He paused, not attacking, as the hero failed to fight his daughter. "What's the meaning of this?!"

"That stupid dragon was chasing all over the city trying to— Ugh, it's so boring to even think about, Daddy. I found the hero. I beat the hero. And, now, I own the hero." Gisse licked her lips, doing her best to look proud of herself. "See? Collared and all. I even had a nibble."

Eyes widening, Aharon sheathed his sword and anger alike. "Gisse, my little hellion, that's amazing! You're just like your papa!"

Stanton felt the weight of Gisse's foot removed from his back and picked the moment to rush at Aharon. Putting all his strength into the first punch, and delivering to the big demon's stomach, he followed up by knocking aside the first attempted reply by Aharon.

Snarling, Aharon grabbed Stanton's wrist and lifted, holding him dangling in the air while the demon's other fist drew back.

"Daddy, if you hit my slave, I'll be very upset." The wince her father made as he held his punch, made Gisse realize for the first time how much power she had over him. Part of her felt it was awful to manipulate him, but her demon senses told her to see how far she could push. "She's a little excitable, is all."

Aharon was about to drop Stanton when the werewolf twisted, pulled, and bit at his hand in quick succession. The fire and excitement of fighting a hero—no matter how actually removed from a fight it was—made his blood sing.

Doing a flip and landing on his feet, Stanton made ready to charge at Aharon again—before Gisse's hand closed around his collar. Following her plan, Stanton went limp at the touch and he lowered his head.

"Pet, heel," Gisse said, her voice a purr. Not sooner did she finish the last syllable than Stanton had rushed to move and crouch at her side. "Now, Daddy, I need to go back. Despite how boring they were, you did tell me to do what that annoying dragon told me."

It might be embarrassing, it might be degrading, and it might even go against his nature—but Stanton was surprised at how well it was working. The big demon stood up a bit straighter and looked down at him as Stanton took deep breaths to make his chest heave a little.

"Right. Yes. Send you back." Aharon's eyes were locked on Stanton, flicking between the power and feminine curves. He nodded his head carefully. "I'll contact the pig and have him open a summoning portal again."

It was working. Gisse watched her father linger, eyes tracing over Stanton as he seemed completely enamored in him. "Uh, now?"

"Right!" Spinning around, Aharon did his best to banish Stanton's image from his mind as he led the way to their main magic hall. Every piece of metal that reflected light became of great interest to Aharon as he walked—his eyes straining to catch glimpses of Stanton as he walked along to the left and back a little from his daughter.

After a few turns and a walk down a hallway that was flanked with shiny plate armor, Gisse started to suspect her father was stalling. "Daaaa-aaaad?"

Knowing he was caught, Aharon tried to distract while his mind raced to deflect whatever his daughter would say. "Oh! Err. Ahh. Yes, my little cinder-flower?"

"I love being home with you, Dad, but if you really want to hang out, just say so." It was a calculated gambit. Gisse knew her dad would want nothing more than to spend some more time getting to know Stanton. "Hey, we could call Mom and make it like old times."

The effect on Aharon's libido was instant. He slumped, his shoulders fell, and he aimed them directly toward the summoning room. "No. No. I'm sure you have something you need to do quickly. We don't have to get her involved."

As the tension that'd been rising drained off, Stanton found it easier to not turn and run. In the little scuffle with Aharon, he'd felt the power of the demon and knew it was something far beyond his ability to deal with.

When their journey continued in silence, Stanton got a chance to look around a bit more and admire the architecture of the building. The walk was a little awkward, since he had to keep perfect pace with Gisse, but it meant his attention was on her when they stepped into a large room.

The wide area was dominated by a huge summoning circle, the likes of which Stanton had never seen before. His eyes flickered over it, doing his best to memorize it rather than try to make sense of it while he was experiencing it.

Gisse led the way onto the platform and stopped. Reaching into her bag of notes, writing material, and snacks, she plucked out a little paper bowl of breaded and fried chicken and began passing them down to Stanton one by one. Despite the theater they were putting on, she was honestly enjoying herself. "How much longer is it going to take?"

Used to his daughter's impatience, Aharon sighed. "It won't take long. I need to get someone on the prime plane to open a summoning circle. If I can't contact my old ally, I'll use one of my cultists."

"Daaaa-dy. Have one of your cultists do it. That dragon and pig take forever to do anything, and even then they use kobolds as minions." Gisse tickled Stanton under the chin and fed him more chicken.

Glancing back at his daughter, then down at the semi-tame hero she was keeping as a pet, Aharon had to admit that even a minuscule bit of time on the prime material plane had improved his daughter beyond his wildest dreams. There she was, a hero on their knees beside her, still showing bite marks of long and intricate feeding. "No wonder she's looking more confident," the words were soft, but they gave him the impetus to make a quick decision. "I'll use a cultist, but you'll be coming to see me within a year—once all this business is cleared up—and you'll be presented to the nobility as my daughter."

Dropping some popcorn, Gisse's eyes widened at the command. Reaching up, she wiped tears from her eyes and stared at them on her arm. "D-Daddy? You really believe in me?"

Stanton whined and shifted to give Aharon room to rush up and embrace his daughter. For a moment he considered biting the big demon's leg, but made do with some growling instead.

"I've always believed in you, my little pit fiend. You are the reason I rouse myself to slaughter each day, and thoughts of your exploits drive me to rend each of my enemies. Seeing you now, having conquered a hero and tamed them as much as this? I might have to take a week off from flaying." Hugging his daughter, Aharon felt his own eyes tear up, then immediately dry back out as the tears flash-boiled from the heat of his body.

"Thanks, Dad."

"Let's get this done right. You need some better equipment if you don't want to get booted back here by every weakling mage you come across. Take this." Passing his daughter a ring, Aharon waited for her to put it on. "That will make most magic slide off you. I would recommend a stronger collar for your little hero—but you seem to like the struggle, so I'll leave that up to you."

Gisse shivered a little at the idea of restricting Stanton with any sort of collar her father might give her. Most demonic restraints would overwhelm the captive with pain, mental manipulation, or both. "I like the whip, myself. She heals so fast that I can have some real fun with that." When a portal opened on the edge of the circle, she let out a sigh. "Dad, I'll be back when I can get this hero trained to summon me back on command."

"That would be a sight to behold. Go. Show that musty old pig what my daughter and heir can do!" Aharon spared one last look for Stanton, sighed, and waited for his daughter to leave the Abyss again. "Perhaps I should find a slave or two. Her methods seem strange, but perhaps it does make for a more loyal pet?"

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