Companions Stopping In, and Surpises

Variimsha and Flamre walked in together down the dirt road; it had taken them a bit longer to get to this place than they had anticipated. When they met Delvin, he handed them the keys to their rooms with a cordial greeting. Variimsha just retreated to her room; she wasn’t all that social most of the time. Flamre, on the other hand, chose to stay out and personally chat with Delvin for a surprising purpose.

“I can sense fiendish energy radiating from you,” said Flamre, “more than I have ever picked up from any other demon-kin before now.”

Delvin was caught by surprise for a moment before he said, “How can you tell?” He covertly looked over Flamre covertly; he liked what he saw. Flamre was the half-genie he had been told about, her skin had a warm fire-red color to it, and her hair was a charming flame-orange. She had a surprisingly sensual figure, that fell short of athletic but was noticeably voluptuous. She had a generous G-Cup bosom and a sizzlingly impressive fluffy ass that fell just shy of half the size of her bust. And all of that was wrapped in brownish-black leather traveling attire with a modest flame green shirt.

“We should probably continue this discussion somewhere more private,” said Flamre.

“Of course,” said Delvin, “follow me,” he led her into one of the special private chambers the inn had before sitting down across from her and closing the door behind him. Just to be extra sure, he also activated a magic device that Meltorna had made to block out sound in the chamber from the outside. “Now then, please explain.”

I had magic granted to me by a demon, several years ago,” said Flamre, “and it was done to me unknowingly at the time. Every time I used the magic I was granted, I could feel some sort of corruption creeping into my very being; that sensation terrified me, but I thought if I could work to my advantage, things wouldn’t get too bad. Then, one day a few months ago, all the magic and spells I could perform were lost to me; and to top it off, I could feel the creeping corruption no longer present in myself. But instead of relief, I just felt an overwhelming emptiness that I needed to fill. Then I arrived here with Variishma, and what I felt from you told me that the vacancy could be filled with your power.”

“Did the date line up with the defeat of the Lord of Corruption and his inner circle?”

“No,” said the half-genie, much to Delvin’s surprise, “I didn’t feel the loss until a few weeks before the stated date that happened. I suppose the demon or devil that did what they did to me could have been one of his lower-ranked subordinates, but they seemed to be a demon that was easily a mid-tier to high-tier fiend. My guess is that I was supposed to be part of a powerplay of some kind, but then the one responsible for supplying my power got axed for one reason or another.”

“So,” said Delvin with amusement, “you want to be filled with demonic corruption and become a demon under my command.”

“No,” said Flamre, much to Delvin’s surprise, “I want to make a deal with you, one that is of potentially great benefit to you. You grant me power and fill me with your corruption, and I act as your mortal agent that can get into places that being a demon wouldn’t actually afford anyone else. In return, you get a loyal servant that acts on your edicts. And, to sweeten the pot, I can even give you a few ideas on how to covertly Variimsha; she tends to be very cautious around food, even the kind that is proven to be made safe for consumption in front of her.”

“You’ll be telling me those things as an act of loyalty anyway,” said Delvin, “I’m willing to accept your proposal; let’s see just how well you understand the terms of the agreement.” He gave Flamre a devilish grin, “and we’ll be consummating the agreement shortly, in a place more conducive to our arrangement.” He deactivated the device as he opened the door and gestured for Flamre to follow him.

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While Flamre was in her meeting with Delvin, she always was the more socially capable of the two, Variimsha was going over her inventory, again. The tall, lithe woman had scraggly black hair, giving the impression she hadn’t reasonably washed herself in quite some time. She had a surprisingly attractive figure, complimenting her noticeable FF-Cup bosom. But everything looked a bit smaller thanks to the fact she wore nothing more than the umbral black leather armor over charcoal black attire; she wore a lot of black, and she didn’t care if it made her hot in the summer or the desert, it helped remind her she was actually alive.

Everything seemed to be in order, for the time being. That said, she couldn’t shake the feeling something was off more than usual, but she usually felt that way whenever she stopped in a new place; it kept her senses heightened until she was more familiar with the new environment.