3-Sword - just in case
6-Arcane Spell book - Xerox, meet magic book. A guaranteed best-seller!
8-Indentured Imp - A proper supernatural slave can be great for awing fools (mind those cameras, though)
3-Mortal Documents - can't do much, or remain free for long, without them...
1-Fine clothes - it's good not having the trouble to procure some, it's even better if we don't start our new life with charges of public indecency
6-Mind - the befuddler should not be befuddled
8-Senses - it's just sensible
15-Pact-binder - lawyers are considered demons anyway, so why can't a demon be a lawyer?
Bound hand and foot and seated in the most uncomfortable chair I’ve ever experienced, I look around at the sea of demons. Most didn’t actually have to be here, but the opportunity to watch a once-mighty demon brought low is guaranteed to bring a crowd. I recognise some of them too. Old colleagues, employees, business rivals, all with varying levels of amusement plastered across their ugly faces.
I even spotted a few of my contacts amongst the crowd, grinning away just like everyone else. I’m not surprised, they got a very good deal out of this. They’re obliged to keep their end, but unfortunately the delivery was left worryingly unspecific. I’ll just have to hope they don’t waste too much time.
After a few more moments of searching, I also found my old boss. Mnrt’arq. I stared at him, determined to memorise every line and feature of his face, every mannerism and acts he has performed. I needed to remember the face of the demon who did this to me, even if that was all I would know.
Thunk.
A hush goes over the crowd, as they all turn to face behind me. Despite being fixed in place, I shifted in this unpleasant excuse for a chair, craning my head, trying to look. Three robed figures emerge through an arch, carrying staves and striking the ground with each step. They slowly march forward before moving to stand, equidistant, around my seat of honour. These were the warlocks tasked with cleansing me of my demonic nature and my memories. If my hurried plans had failed, they would be the last memory I would never recall.
“Let it be known to all that the demon before you has been found guilty of high treason against the state and his Excellency, Prince Vokshr’nka,” three voices spoke.
“He is to be exiled from this place, and all that would make him demon, cleansed.”Then, the figure directly in front spoke, alone.
“Any last words?”I locked my gaze on Mnrt’arq, stared him straight in the eyes. I am going to get that heaven-spawned son of a bitch even if I have to destroy the entire infernal realm and I meant for him to know it.
“Some may think this is the end. They are wrong. This is merely the beginning.”The robed demon nodded, before to chant. As his two companions joined him, I could feel my bones shift, my skin crawl, my brain itch. At first irritating, it quickly blew through uncomfortable, surpassed unpleasant and launched into down-right painful.
I kept my eyes on Mnrt’arq even as my vision started to blur. My hearing and my sense of smell was going to, the taste of sulphur was disappearing from my tongue and the chair was distinctly less uncomfortable now that I couldn’t feel it. Blinking and squinting to keep Mnrt’arq in focus, I think I saw a flash of uncertainty cross his face before my sight abandoned me.
Only pain remained and by the devil it endured.
Pain remained and it endured.
Pain endured.
Pain.
I…
I endure…
Your lungs burn. The acrid fumes that were so pleasant before are choking now, stinging your eyes and filling your nostrils. You lie on rough stone, darkness around you, the only source of light is a swirling vortex of colour.
You feel a compulsion to move towards it.
As you lift your arms, you feel your skin pulled taught against you, devoid of moisture, cracking in the heat. Every joint in agony, you half crawl, half drag yourself towards the portal.
Left arm…
Right leg…
Right arm…
Left leg…
Repeat.
Slowly, painstakingly, your decrepit form moves towards until, finally, blissfully, you reach the edge and fall through.
Flashes of colour. Snatches of sound. You fall through eternity. It’s a long shot, but with enough force of will, you may be able to alter your destination:
- Forest Glade
- Sprawling Metropolis
- Isolated Fjord
- Quiet Hamlet
- Cursed Crossroads
Body: Beaten, broken, bloodied
Mind: Dazed, disoriented, adrift
Thoughts clouded and senses numb, you have no memory of anything but your name...
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