Accept the Deal

You gulp, conscious of the dozens upon dozens of demons in the room already, but you've made up your mind. There's only so much you can do.

"Please, Mother, take me into the coven..." You drop to your hands and knees, offering yourself in your entirety. You have no fight left. As you look up, Mother is smiling. You see in her face pure satisfaction and pleasure in this outcome.

"Everyone, please welcome our new sister." Mother boasts, to which a quiet murmur of greetings emerge from the crowd. Satisfied with the response, Mother waves her hand. "And have at her."

As soon as she says it, you're pulled into the air and away, into the horde of demons. You are mindful of what Mother said, and you do find it in yourself to give it your best- unfortunately, she was right on the money about what skills you really showed to get into the guild.

Hours later, the demons are still going strong. You've sucked off more dicks than you can count, from all manner of grotesque monsters. All of your entries have been used to the point of sheer exhaustion, but the demons are still going strong.

You were not strong enough for this world. All of your work, all of your dreams, all of who you are amounted only to this bitter failure. The inkling of regret will never leave the back of your mind, but there's no turning back from this. Someday, though, you believe and hope against hope, this may all be worth it.

But that thought is interrupted by Mother pushing your head down to the base of your current target.

"Like you mean it, girl. Lord knows as many bandits as not have seen better from you." You gulp as you listen, attempting to nod, but struggling to do much of anything as you are **** into going deeper than your throat wants to allow. So much for a Hunter.

You have failed to slay the Witchmother.