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Planet Earth, Ming Dynasty year 1556
Tarkin crept through the bushes towards the light of a fire flickering in the distance.
When he got close enough to hear the locals' conversation he crouched down and fingered his ring, a silver band with a flat oval of the same material at the top etched with an infinity symbol.
After a minute of holding his finger flat against the engraving he began to understand a few words. Once he could make out each and every word they were saying he snuck back the way he came.
Tarkin made his way back to the cave he had seen in his vision, running scenarios of how he would try to warn the woman over and over in his mind.
She's going to think I'm crazy. He thought.
Tarkin was nervous, she had been alone in his vision but why would a young woman in her twenties be living by herself so far from anyone else?
It was possible more people had been inside the cave, but he had only felt one life snuff out at the start of his vision when her home caved in.
By the time the sun started to rise Tarkin had prepared for hundreds of different ways she might react to him waiting outside her house.
He was fraught with nerves by the time she finally emerged, and none of his scenarios came close to reality.
The second she saw him sitting awkardly on a log near her firepit she leapt forward, pulling a crude stone knife from the belt at her waist.
"Demon!" She yelled.
Tarkin was startled and fell backwards off his perch, legs up in the air as he tried to right himself.
Before he could untangle his legs from the log he felt the knife bite into the skin of his kneck.
"What are you here for demon?!" She demanded.
"Wait please! I'm not a demon!" Tarkin shouted, the sting of the blade causing him to hold as still as possible.
"My name is Tarkin, I saw you die in a vision and came here to warn you."
She didn't respond, and after a few tense moments of waiting for a reaction Tarkin decided to continue.
"In my vision the ground began to shake, you ran into your home and it collapsed. The earth shook for hours, great cracks and tears spread everywere. It will come to pass in less than thirty days."
The woman sank back on her knees and withdrew the knife.
Tarkin tentatively felt at the shallow cut on his throat, eyes glued to her face trying to interpret her expression.
She reached out her hand without the knife, poking at his body in various places.
"You don't feel like a spirit." She said.
"I'm not a spirit, I'm a man." Tarkin replied slowly.
"I've never seen a man that looks like you, and men do not bring visions of disaster, spirits do." She said with certainty.
Right at that moment Tarkin's stomach grumbled audibly and the woman's eyes shot down to his middle, her grip on the knife tightening.
"I suppose you are a man, spirits don't need food. Where did you come from Tar kin? How did you get here?"
The way she sounded out his name made Tarkin grin, he thought it was incredibly cute.
"I came from another world, my family has the ability to shift, as long as we have seen the destination before." He answered.
"Shift?" She asked.
"Move great distances in the blink of an eye." He clarified.
"When I had the vision of you and this place I was able to use my ability to travel here, but now I cannot go back. My ability does not work here for some reason."
As Tarkin finished his explanation he was reminded of the great plague that would ravage his home world in two weeks with him stranded here unable to prevent it, and his grin disappeared.
The woman saw his sad expression, tears glinting in the corners of his eyes, and somewhat correctly assumed it was because he couldn't return to his family.
"I am sorry. I know what it is like to be unable to return to your family and home." She said.
She didn't elaborate and Tarkin didn't want to press, instead deciding to ask her for her name, but before he could she offered it unprompted.
"My name is Suzu. I'll be right back." She said, and stood up abruptly walking back into her cave.
He resumed his seat on the log and sounded out her name under his breath, it was an odd name but he thought it suited her.
A moment later she emerged from her cave with food, and Tarkin's grin returned.
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Planet Selara, year 2020 on Earth
Lord Taro Ranock was in a great mood.
He had spent the last two weeks traveling through the untamed wilderness of the south western quarter on two trips to the spatial mage's temple.
His grandmaster telekinesis mark had gotten a great workout floating him across the toxic bog and various other dangers of the journey, but now he was sick of traveling.
When he returned and found Kira had managed to procure him a spatial mage and a male one at that, he had been elated but resigned himself to another journey to Crossroads to procure some breeding stock.
He wanted nothing more than to remain home and indulge in his wealth and women, and Kira had come through for him yet again.
She had asked all his female employees, not the collared ones they had no choice, if they would be willing to carry and raise spatial mage children for him.
To his delight almost every woman still capable of conceiving in his household had agreed, and supplemented with the slaves he had a total of fifteen prospective mothers.
His plan was coming together and other than the woman who had escaped from the ritual, nothing had gone wrong so far.
The spatial mage was a male, no one knew he had him, and his cousin would never see him coming.
It would be over a decade before his plan came to fruition, but he was patient and optimistic.
As soon as the spatial mages were old enough, every rich kingdom, city, and trading outpost would pay him ridiculous sums to charge their portals.
And once he accumulated enough wealth he would hire every mercenary he could find, even the orcs, and he would finally sit upon the throne he deserved instead of this paltry imitation.
He gazed at Kira lovingly, curled up on a cushion near his seat.
Her long curled red hair suited her mastery of her fire mark, and her perfect hourglass figure was barely covered by a thin silk sheet.
If she wasn't so gods damned crazy I would marry her in an instant. He mused.
But she was in love with death, enamored by pain. The things she asked him to do to her in the height of passion sometimes made his stomach turn.
Taro reminisced on the day he had first seen her. He had been travelling back to Ranock from Crossroads and the no name village he always passed on the journey had been a raging inferno.
He took his guards in to investigate and seen something he'd never forget.
A beautiful girl, barely a woman, stood in the center of the inferno completely naked laughing as the town burned.
She was spreading blood on her body from a man trying to crawl away from her, his guts trailing behind him.
What had posessed Taro to organize her release from prison he couldn't say.
Maybe it was just her unreal beauty or the destructive might she had displayed, her fire hot enough to melt even the stone buildings of the town.
Kira readjusted in her sleep and her ass slipped out from under the sheet, one of her legs hanging off the cushion and exposing her glistening slit.
Taro was dislodged from his memory as his cock began to stiffen and he stood from his seat to take her once again.
He knew one thing for certain, despite the profoundly cruel things he witnessed Kira do since he freed her, he had absolutely no regrets.
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Sophia struggled with the lead attached to her pack mule knowing it was pointless.
The stupid beast had once again decided he was done walking for the day, and she would have no choice but to stop for the night.
She had been walking along the same unchanging road directly north for the past two weeks, and not for the first time she was having doubts.
I should've just stayed in Crossroads, found work at an inn or maybe even the library. She thought regretfully.
She had remained in Crossroads for a month living off the money she made from selling her school supplies, her sticky notes, pens, a calculator, whiteout, she even discovered paper was expensive here.
But she knew she would run out of money eventually, the only way to make your fortune in this world was to have a powerful or useful mages mark and she wasn't willing to risk other peoples lives to learn how her's worked.
After her conversation with Mauve she had been invited to stop by if she had any more questions, and had quickly found a good friend and confidant in the kind healer.
She had even befriended the man working at the healer's counter, who she learned was Mauves father, Reginald.
Despite his gruff demeanor he was actually quite nice and had a lot of interesting war stories.
One day while she was complaining to Mauve about her lack of job prospects, Mauve had told her a rumour of a combat healer working for the royal family in Ranock who may be able to train her.
Sophia had spent the next few days selling the remainder of the objects from Earth, even selling her trusty camel pack backpack.
She hadn't wanted to sell the backpack but had shown it to a pack seller just to see what he would offer her, and couldn't turn down the exorbitant sum.
She didn't have enough for even the cheapest horse she could find, and had settled for a ridiculously stubborn pack mule a trader was all too happy to sell to her at a huge discount.
After a tear filled departure from her only two friends in the entire world, Sophia had squared her shoulders and set off on the month long walk to Ranock with high hopes.
Her spirit had been crushed by the end of the first week.
She had developed and burst several blisters on each foot, the mule was twice as stubborn as the trader had told her it was, she constantly had to dodge bandits, and her heightened senses kept her up at night on the rough ground listening to the loud (to her) animal noises of the night.
I should have spent more time walking than playing video games. She thought as she moved off the road to make camp with hours of sunlight left, cursing her stupid mule.
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Zatira was confused, that human slave had approached her prison and didn't even hear her out.
She was sure he was the one she felt being tortured every night for eight days in a row, the sweet aura of his pain had been feeding her, it was truly succulent.
And yet when she had tried to offer him his freedom he had simply turned around and left.
His pain came less often now and he was radiating sexual pleasure daily, which she drank up as well.
Maybe that was why he hadn't bothered to listen to her, he must have been aware women were about to start throwing themselves at him.
Yet still once a week he was being tortured, and one of his partners even liked to hurt him during copulation.
Zatira really hoped he would come back, he was the only slave that had ever come down to see her.
She was sick of this cell and eager to get revenge on her captors, if only he would free her so she could rip them all to shreds.
She spent the long weeks planning out how she would talk him into freeing her if he ever returned.
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Chris lay in his massive four post bed wearing his pink pajamas and sorting through his emotions.
He was excited, he had resigned himself to remaining a virgin for the rest of his life after being turned into Deadpool without the superpowers.
He was nervous, knowing he would fuck up somehow.
And he was disgusted, these women were not willing and if he was being honest with himself neither was he.
He didn't want his first time to be with someone he didn't even know, for the purpose of siring a child that would grow up a slave.
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His door opened and he surreptitiously wiped the sweat from his palms onto the sheets.
Kira walked in and his heart almost stopped.
Please god don't let this crazy bitch be one of the women I'm supposed to impregnate. Chris prayed.
Kira stepped to the side holding the door open, and a stream of women walked in behind her lining up in front of his bed.
Two of the women split off from the rest and walked to the right of his bed, Mara and her saphire haired sister who's name he didn't know.
Chris idly noted they were both the same height, just under 5 feet if he had to guess.
"Over the next however long it takes, you will be impregnating each of these fifteen women." Kira began, sweeping her hand out to indicate the line of bodies.
"Judging by your looks when you got here, I assume you are a virgin, correct?"She asked with a wicked grin.
Chris nodded, cheeks burning red.
"In that case I will allow you to choose who goes first your first time should be enjoyable after all." Kira was talking fast for some reason.
Chris looked up furiously blushing, and glanced over each woman.
He was surprised to note that only four of them were wearing collars, and the eleven free women were wearing the black and red gowns of the house masters.
As he suspected Sera was there in her maid outfit, looking resigned.
"Why are the masters here?" Chris asked tentatively. "And why are they here?" He pointed to Mara and her sister.
"Who would turn down the chance of having a child with spatial magic?" A middle aged master asked in response to his question.
"I would." Kira snapped.
"Mara and Zara are here because they are dryads who will make sure you can perform. Master purchased them before we summoned you here, isn't he amazing? He truly thought of everything! Who will it be? I don't have all day." Kira was talking at hyper speed.
She had been acting crazier than usual ever since Lord Ranock arrived.
Chris looked over the women, he knew he would likely offend whichever masters he didn't pick first and there was no way he was going to pick a slave, he felt horrible they were going to be forced to be with him.
He pointed to a woman who looked a few years older than him, the youngest non-slave present, he didn't want to have his first time be with someone twice his age as most of the women here were.
She was short and petite, the shortest woman in the line. Her hair was black and braided down her back and she had kind eyes that he saw no cruelty in, unlike some of the others.
She gave him a bright smile, apparently pleased he had seen something he liked in her.
"Don't have too much fun with him Lilly." Kira said, gesturing to the door.
The other women filed out and Kira followed, letting the door bang shut behind her.
Chris awkwardly looked to Mara and Zara to avoid meeting Lilly's hazel eyes but they were both looking down at the floor.
Lilly walked up and sat at the foot of his bed, laying a hand on his ankle to bring his gaze to her.
"I'm Lilly, what's your name?" She asked in a kind voice.
"Uh Calibra." He said, and it sounded stupid to him.
Why did I decide to go by my idiotic gamer name damnit? He thought.
"Can I call you Cal?" She asked.
That sounded much better to Chris.
"Of course." He mumbled in response.
"Cal, there's no need to be nervous, this can be fun for both of us." She said sweetly.
Chris was already rock hard, his erection strained against his silken pajamas and he squirmed around to relieve some of the pressure.
Lilly noticed his predicament and climbed into the bed to his left, grabbing his pants at the waist.
Chris stopped moving, trusting her to guide him through it.
She slid his pants down to his ankles and tugged them off, tossing them off the bed behind her.
Chris's face was burning, no females had ever seen him naked before and now his erection was a foot away from a girl's face.
Lilly leaned towards him and kissed the tip of his cock causing it to twitch, rising up a little higher and leaking precum.
"Take off your shirt." She directed him and Chris hurried to comply, for some reason having trouble getting it off and feeling even more self conscious.
Lilly grabbed each of his legs and forced them apart, crawling on her knees into the opening she made.
"Lay back." She told him, and Chris laid down, resting his head on a pillow.
He stared into her eyes as she grabbed his cock with her right hand and brought her head down to his crotch.
Lilly took the tip of his cock into her mouth still holding eye contact, and slowly moved her head forwards.
Her tongue played along the bottom of his shaft as his cock slipped further in, and when the tip hit the back of her throat Chris let out an involuntary gasp.
She drew back with a couple inches still outside her mouth, pulling all the way back to the tip before pushing back down even farther than before.
Chris's cock forced it's way into her throat and she held it there for a few seconds before pulling back, her eyes starting to water.
Lilly pulled all the way back, his cock slipping out of her lips with a pop, and she swallowed a mouthfull of saliva.
Then she took it back into her mouth and started to bob faster and faster, her tongue playing over every inch of his cock as it slid in and out.
Chris had no time to warn her he was close and as her tongue slithered across the tip he came, shooting a large amount of seed into her mouth.
Lilly didn't even flinch, maintaining a firm seal on his cock with her lips until it stopped spasming and shooting out ropes of cum.
She swallowed while still holding his cock in her mouth and the sensation was overwhelming for him, almost painfull.
When she finally pulled away from him Chris was breathing in great gasping breaths.
"So, how was it?" Lilly asked mischievously.
Chris couldn't reply.
Lilly slid off the end of the bed and pulled her gown up over her head.
Chris couldn't take his eyes off of her, which is why he was even more surprised when he felt a hand touch his arm.
He had forgotten Mara and Zara's presence, completely focused on what Lilly had been doing.
He felt a jolt run from Mara's hand and race through his body straight to his cock which sprang back up, hard as it had ever been.
Mara backed off to resume staring at the ground with her sister and Chris's gaze snapped back to Lilly, Mara completely forgotten again as he took in Lilly's petite naked form.
Her breasts were tiny and the nipples were the same alabaster white as the rest of her skin, making them all but invisible.
She had a flat, tight stomach, nothing much in the way of curves.
Chris's gaze fell upon her vagina and his mind went blank, it was cute and pink with no hair visible at all and already glistening with moisture, her tiny nub of a clit peeking out.
Lilly stood in front of the bed for a minute just letting him admire her before raising her knee onto the bed and crawling towards him.
Chris lay back without being asked and Lilly crawled onto him, pressing her chest against his and giving him a deep kiss.
Chris had never kissed a girl before and his mind was screaming at him that he was fucking it up somehow.
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her back.
Her tongue entered his mouth and he had a moment of distress thinking about how she just had a mouth full of his cum before he decided he didn't care.
They were both out of breath when Lilly finally broke off the kiss, Chris reluctantly letting his arms fall back to his sides.
Lilly sat up on his stomach and scooted back until Chris's cock nestled between her asscheeks.
She lifted herself up on her knees and grabbed his cock by the base, scooting a bit more back and guiding the tip to her glistening entrance.
Without any ceremony or warning Lilly sat back onto him, his cock sliding into her all the way to the base causing Chris's breath to leave his lungs in a gasp.
She stayed that way for a moment letting him get his breath back before she began to slowly raise her ass up, his cock slipping all the way out to the tip before she slammed back down.
She began raising up and slamming back down faster and faster until she found the pace that she liked, and Chris just tried to hold back his impending orgasm.
He Failed.
"I-I'm sorry." He stammered out, looking away from her in shame.
Lilly cupped his chin and turned his face towards her, forcing him to meet her eyes.
"Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for." She said, leaning forward and kissing him again.
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Chris was exhausted.
Every day for almost two months he had been used by five of the fifteen women, Mara and Zara taking turns 'recharging' him between rounds.
And on the one day a week he didn't have to fulfill his obligations as Lord Ranock's prized breeder Kira was there to remind him he shouldn't have killed her brother.
Chris found himself missing Lilly, each time one of the women got pregnant Mara or Zara seemed to know right away and they stopped visiting him.
While he was sad Lilly got pregnant so early on he was glad Freya did too, she liked to cut him while she rode him getting off on his screams.
When Freya was using him Mara or Zara had to be touching him the entire time to prevent him from going soft.
Now he was down to the last five women, all masters in their fourties. And though he would never dare to say it to them, he thought they were just too old to get pregnant.
Chris didn't know what age women stopped being able to conceive at, by the time he had recovered from his burns enough to go back to school he had missed four years and the entirety of sex ed.
He stumbled out of his room and down the hall heading to the kitchen, his pitcher of drinking water was empty and he was parched from the five rounds of unwanted love making.
Well three unwanted rounds, Cyndie and Nora are both sweet, and attractive for their age. He mused.
Chris stopped in his tracks just before reaching the end of the hallway, he could hear Kira's voice and wasn't going to risk going out until she left.
Unable to help his curiousity he pressed his ear up against the door trying to listen in.
"...is enough, if they were going to get pregnant they would have by now, five more won't change a thing." Kira was saying.
Then Lord Ranock responded, "Very well, you can dispose of him tomorrow, I've got plans for you tonight."
Kira gasped and giggled, "Master, what kind of woman do you take me for? At least get me back to our room first."
Footsteps echoed on the staircase as they descended, and Chris's mind raced in a panic.
They're going to kill me tomorrow! I need to escape! Chris thought back to the demon he had found in the dungeon and his stomach twisted into a knot, he was out of options and time.
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Sophia sighed in relief as she came across a cobblestone road heading off West from the massive white stone road she had been on for the last thirty-two days.
The entire trip was supposed to take thirty days but her stupid stubborn piece of shit mule had slowed the journey down considerably.
She took a deep breath and let it out. Though she had at least four days left until she got to Ranock due to her mule, she still felt a great sense of relief settle onto her shoulders.
The trip so far had been harrowing. Mauve had warned her the road was fraught with bandits, and urged her to join the bi-monthly caravan with its designated guards.
But to join the caravan you had to pay a fee, and it was more then she could afford.
On top of that a caravan had left the day Mauve told her about the combat mage in Ranock, so she would have had to wait almost a full two weeks and spend even more of her dwindling wealth.
Sophia's heightened senses had saved her multiple times on her journey.
The first time she thought she heard voices she ignored it thinking she was just hallucinating from the exhaustion and heat.
But then she saw the sun glint off a blade in the woods up ahead to the right and stared hard until she picked out the hidden forms of several armed men.
She spent hours travelling miles west of the road in a wide arc to avoid them, and from then on had been even more careful to listen to her senses.
Now she read a signpost that said what she already knew from the map she had procured in Crossroads, The King's Road would take three days by foot to reach Ranock.
After turning west onto The King's Road Sophia walked for most of a day without encountering any more bandits.
Right before she was planning on stopping for the night she heard men walking towards her from Ranock and hid off the road out of sight.
She watched from the bushes as two lines of eight soldiers each marched down the road with a man in a fancy helm at the front between the lines.
The two soldiers in the back held large standards on wooden poles topped with a carved wooden raptor of some kind.
The flags had a symbol of an acorn with a dozen tendrils breaking through the bottom like roots and a miniature oak tree bursting from the cap, its canopy stretching to the edges and top of the flag.
She recognized it as the standard of Ranock but was content to let them pass just to be safe.
When they were even with her on the road the man at the front called a halt and his gaze snapped to her hiding spot causing Sophia's breath to catch in her throat.
"You there girl, come out here right now." He commanded in a tone that brooked no argument, pointing at the ground by his feet.
Sophia hesitantly led her mule back to the road and the man waited until she had stepped back onto the cobblestones before speaking again.
"Why are you hiding in the bushes on The King's Road?" He asked.
"I am traveling alone. I have had to hide from several groups of bandits and didn't know you were soldiers until I could see you." She responded defensively.
"Bandits on this road?" He asked doubtfully.
"No sir, you are the first people I've encountered since I turned on here from the white road." She said.
"Ah, of course the Great Road is crawling with low lifes, but here on the King's Road you don't have to worry over such things."
"It is patrolled constantly and we haven't had reports of bandits in decades." He said with pride.
"How did you know I was there? I was well hidden." Sophia asked curiously.
He took the armored gauntlet off his left hand and showed her the silver marking on his hand, beaming out a wide smile.
"My passive mark allows me to feel the presence and location of anyone who is scrutinizing me." He answered.
"We must be on our way, I advise you not to hide from any further patrols." He told her before signaling his men to advance.
The morning after the soldiers left Sophia carried on her journey completely uneventfully.
Four days after she turned west, Sophia crested a hill so large that it had her panting even with how fit she had gotten on the month long trip.
Spread out below her was a deep valley filled with farms on both sides of the road.
Rows upon rows of wheat, corn, and all kinds of other crops covering the fields in a vibrant tapestry of different colors.
In the distance past the farms she could see the massive stone walls of Ranock towering hundreds of feet up into the sky.
Sophia let out a cheer that startled her stupid mule.
Thirty-six days after leaving Crossroads she had finally made it to Ranock.
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Chris walked down the dark and cramped spiral stone staircase below the dungeon torch in hand, his only other posession his father's silver ring with an infinity symbol etched into a flat oval.
The only sound he could hear was his heart pounding in his chest and his short shallow breaths.
He arrived at the bottom and this time hardly spared a glance at the prisoners in the six cells as he walked past them to the demon's prison.
As the light from his torch illuminated the demon's face her mouth twisted up into a hideous grimace that seemed to promise pain and Chris dropped his torch, shaking in his boots.
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Zatira felt him coming, felt his fear, she could taste it.
She didn't want him to be afraid, this human slave, she had to convince him she was friendly.
As the young man walked up to her with his trembling hand holding high a torch, she gave him her most genuine and disarming smile.
The man dropped his torch, his whole body visibly shaking with terror.
What did I do wrong? I thought humans liked it when you smile. She thought worriedly.
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Chris recovered his torch and waited for the demon to speak, not trusting himself to be able to talk through his fear.
Luckily the demon's face returned to a neutral expression, the memory of that terrible smile would be seared into his mind for the rest of his life.
"Please human, do not be afraid." She said in a surprisingly friendly voice. "You are a slave are you not? If you release me I will set you free."
Chris's blood ran cold and his mouth twisted in an expression of terror.
She will set me free? I've seen enough movies to know that means she will kill me in some horifically gruesome way. He thought in horror.
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Zatira used the opening lines she had practiced in her head over the last two months, sure that he would react positively to her kind tone and honest words.
The human got even more scared, his face twisting into an expression of utter terror.
Zatira sighed, Humans are so complicated. She thought.
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The demon sighed and Chris knew her patience was running out.
Chris steeled his resolve knowing this was his only option, he would be killed tomorrow if this demon couldn't help him escape.
"If I free you how do I know you won't just instantly rip my throat out?" Chris asked.
"I give you my word that if you set me free I will not harm you."
"In fact while I take my revenge on the people upstairs I will even locate the key to that collar and bring it back down here for you." The demon replied sweetly.
Her word didn't mean much to Chris but it was better than nothing.
He was about to ask how to free her when he thought of Lilly and all the innocent slaves.
"Wait, there's a woman upstairs named Lilly..." Chris began but the demon cut him off.
"The first woman to pleasure you two months ago?" She asked.
Chris's eyes widened, "How do you..."
"Nevermind that, I know what her aura feels like. I promise not to harm her either." She cut him off again.
"Also promise not to harm any of the other prisoners. Oh and to bring the keys to these jail cells for me too." He demanded.
Chris felt like he was pushing his luck but couldn't bring himself to abandon the sickly looking elves and gnomes, plus he had seen Mara and Zara in their cell on his way in.
The demon let out a deep sigh.
"I, Zatira Soulbane, promise that if you release me from this prison I will not harm you or the pregnant woman named Lilly, or any of the prisoners, and will bring you the key to your collar as well as the keys to the cells in this room." She intoned.
Chris stared at her for a minute wondering how she knew Lilly was pregnant, already regretting what he was about to do.
"Tell me how to let you out." He finally said.
"There are three crystals embedded in the corners of the triangle symbol on the floor, I'd point them out to you but I can only move my face while in here."
"All you have to do is smash them, I'll take care of the rest." She said excitedly.
Chris swept his torch around the symbol on the floor, finding the first crystal almost under his own feet, the tip of the triangle ending right behind him.
He crouched down and looked at the crystal, it was a golfball sized black rock set in the floor within the corner lines of the triangle.
He looked around the cave for something he could smash the crystal with and found a fist-sized rock that narrowed into a sharp point.
He returned to the symbol and crouched down, raising the rock over the crystal.
No going back from this. He thought, and brought the rock down.
The crystal splintered into shards and Chris looked up at Zatira fearfully expecting her to smash out of her prison and kill him.
She sighed exasperatedly, "Three crystals, remember." She said.
Chris followed the line of the triangle ignoring all the other archaic runes carved in the ground and smashed the next two crystals.
The moment he smashed the last crystal Zatira's entire body erupted in purple fire causing her glass prison to melt around her.
The flames covering her body went out as she dashed at Chris who was rising from his crouch.
Well this is the end. After all the movies you've seen and games you played you still trusted a fucking demon. Chris thought morosely as he watched his death flying through the air at him.
Zatira grabbed Chris around the chest and lifted him off the ground in a big hug, twirling him around in a spin and planting a chaste kiss on his lips.
Then she set him down and laughed joyously again.
"I'll be right back with your girlfriend and some keys, just wait down here where it's safe!" She shouted at him over her shoulder as she ran to the staircase, her tail flicking about wildly.
Chris couldn't reply, he was absolutely floored. He sat down on the ground and touched his lips.
Apparently demons taste like cinnamon. He thought.
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