Barrier a problem

“Aye, whereze ma booze ya prom burp ised me?” asked a clearly **** man. If his horrible slur or disheveled appearance didn’t give it away, his clear inability to walk in a straight line did. His baggy, tattered clothes, torn shoes, and scraggly, unkempt hair showed the man had no true home. The man’s face was sunken in, as to show he had not had a proper meal in ages. His eyes darted across the elegant belongings of the Brighton Manor, clearly searching for something that wouldn’t be missed and would at least buy another bottle of scotch.

“This was the only one you could find?” asked Lord Brighton as he looked with contempt at the shell of a man that hobbled in front of him.

“I’m afraid so, sir. He has the skills of a Fateweaver. I made sure to confirm them before I brought him here. All he asked for payment was a hot meal and some elven brandy,” the knight told his lord. Lord Brighton sighed at the request but expected something similar would happen.

“I figured as much. Come, there’s a hot meal in the dining room for the man. I’ll have a servant fetch the brandy he requests,” the leader of the Order said as he turned on the heel of his foot and made his way down the hall. The drunken guest and his knightly escort followed Lord Brighton to the dining room.

“Nicsh house yous got here,” said the drunk, in an attempt to make small conversation with his benefactor.

“Yes, thank you. I’m sure you’ve been in something similar before when you worked for the Fateweavers, yes?” asked Lord Brighton in an attempt to get some history about this disgraced mage. The drunkard was clearly too drunk to realize Lord Brighton’s ploy and walked right into it.

“Oh, yesh, of coursh. Oncsh, I gots losh of invites to houshes like dish before,” he mumbled out. “Ish was for some Euro burp pean noble,” he sputtered out. “Ish forget whos itsh was,”

“Ah, that does not matter. What did they have you do?” asked Lord Brighton as they reached the dining room.

“Thatsh confidential,” he blurped out.

“So? Why does that matter to you? You don’t work for them anymore. They tossed you out because you happened to enjoy a drink or two. As long as you can still do your job, who cares how drunk you are,” Lord Brighton said, his words picked carefully, just enough to push the man to reveal his secrets and to show him that Lord Brighton was on his side.

“Hmm. Ish suppose yous has a point,” began the disgraced Fateweaver. “He hic wanted a dungeon,” The drunk stopped and chuckled at himself before he continued. “But not jush any normal dungeon. Noooooooo. He wanted a sexsh dungeon! The things Ish had to put in there!” he revealed.

“I see, I see. Now, let’s get you this food and drink, then we can talk about the job proposal, yes?” proposed the Lord of the Golden Rose.

“Yesh! And more booze!” the ex-Fateweaver cried, to which Lord Brighton silently told his servants not to do. The two sat down and feasted for the next hour, with the guest of the hour devouring any and all food placed in front of him. Lord Brighton, not so much, but rather just waited for his guest to sober up enough to talk to and actually have him perform the job he needed.

Once the two had finished eating

“So, are you ready to discuss our business?” asked Lord Brighton, his eyes stared coldly at the man across from his table.

“I, uh, suppose so. I figure that’s why you got rid of the booze and replaced it with this purifying water? Shit tastes so nasty,” said the man as he gulped some more down. “So what exactly is it that you want done?” he asked, his eyes locked with Lord Brighton’s.

“Well, there is a certain kingdom that I need access to. Our secret entrance to it has been somehow blocked on the kingdom’s end and your former organization refuses to assist, even with the amount we pay for their annual assistance. You, however, don’t work for them and even when you did, didn’t seem to have as such moral quandaries as the rest of them do. So, will you assist us?” asked Lord Brighton. The man looked at the leader of one of the most powerful organizations in the world for a full minute before he decided to answer.

“I will assist you. It will cost you a pretty penny. This type of thing...well this is the type of thing the Fateweavers will hunt me down for even tho I left the order. So either I’ll need enough money to make sure I can go to a nice, safe place and hide there in luxury, or you provide me with security until I die,” the ex-Fateweaver told his potential employer. Lord Brighton thought over the proposal. It wouldn’t be that hard to find a safe place for him to lay low and give him enough money to keep him silent. On the other hand, he did suggest our protection. I’m sure there’s a room at one of our facilities that could hold him securely. Yes, that’ll do. No need to waste money on this waste of life when a cell will do. With his mind made up, Lord Brighton put on a fake smile as he stretched out his hand.

“Very well. We shall place you in one of our safe houses for your protection. It will be in a tropical area under our guard. You’ll never have to worry about the Fateweavers ever again,” Lord Brighton said, his lies flowing out of his mouth and into the ears of the foolish man.

“Excellent! My name is Dave, and it’s a pleasure to do business with you!” he said as his hand met Lord Brighton’s and the two shook on their deal.

Meanwhile, back at John’s House

“Who the fuck are you?!” yelled John, his and his group’s weapons drawn at the demon who was sitting on his couch, watching TV while his mother slumbered in her chair. The demon looked over to John and the gang as they stood at the doorway between the kitchen and living room, clearly ready to **** her.

“Ah, let me guess, John Newman?” asked the demon as she got up to reveal her full, curvaceous body to John and his girls. John’s mouth practically watered as he looked over the demon in his home. She was about 5’7” or 5’8” from his guess, but her tits were at least DD perhaps even E cup with a thin waist yet wide hips. While it was impossible to tell with her back to them, now that she stood up, it was clear to see she was only in a pair of bra and panties with the thinnest of materials possibly ever used. She had thigh high, high heel boots on that really made her supple ass stick out. She had two curved, ramlike horns on her head as well as two large, leathery batlike wings protruding from her back. On her face was a tattoo of some sort. John had no idea what it could represent, but he also saw another tattoo on her left tit that looked familiar to him. A quick nudge from Idena snapped John out of his lewd stupor and returned him back to reality.

“So what if I am?” asked John, his weapon firmly gripped in his hands.

“Ah, so you are. My name is Uratha,” said the demoness as she bowed before John and his lady friends, before she continued. “I have been sent here by the ancient witch to fulfill a debt owed to her. I understand you are foolish enough to fight the Order in full ****. She has ordered me to stay until the end, so that is what I shall do. But if I die because of this, I’ll make sure your afterlife is a living hell!” she said, with a seriousness in the last part about dying.

“Oh really? Prove it!” John said, fully skeptical as if the demon could really be sent from Mrs. Wentworth to assist him.

“Hmm. She mentioned something about a tattoo. She placed it here,” Uratha said as she pulled the cloth around her supple left tit down to expose her bare breasts and the tattoo that looked eerily similar to his own King’s Brand.

“What? But how?” asked John, completely dumbfounded. “How’d you get that?!” he demanded to know.

“As I said, the witch gave it to me to allow me access to your kingdom. She also mentioned it wouldn’t let me hurt you or your followers. Really high level magic here. Surprised you can even cast something like this. Her being able to is no surprise really,” answered the sultry demon, her hand subconsciously fondling her exposed breasts.

“Huh. Yeah, I guess that makes sense. She was able to counter my brand on her pretty easily. Ok fine, I’ll believe you for now. But what did you do to my mother?” John asked in an accusatory tone as he pointed to his **** mother in her favorite chair.

“Ah yes, when she answered the door I put her to sleep and put her in that chair. I hope that’s ok. I didn’t think there was really another way to handle this. Although, shouldn’t she be safely in your kingdom by now?” pointed out the newest addition to John’s kingdom.

“Uh well, I thought it’d be best if she stayed here for a while. But, uh, now it’s time for her to come with us to the kingdom,” John said as he tried to save face in front of the demon. “Idena, if you could, please?” asked John, to which Idena nodded and grabbed his **** mother. “Right, now let’s all go to my kingdom where we can prepare for this battle?” asked John as he headed upstairs to his room. The others quickly followed him up, all thinking of the upcoming battle.