Locating your next mana crystal

You awake the next morning on top of your warlock concubine, still lodged deep inside her. She moans as you start to move, provoking you to start moving gently until you bring the two of you to an orgasm, before letting her suck off your combined juices and then getting out of bed. You stretch, wincing at the lingering soreness from the incredible exertion your body went through yesterday—both in defending your lair and in the ensuing celebrations. Stumbling out of your room, you throw yourself into the pool opposite a pair of surprisingly cheery, gossiping angels before realizing you've had a popup flashing in your vision since you woke up.

Abyssal Attention
Whispers of your growing domain and exploits are spreading through the nine hells. Meddling archfiends and ambitious weaklings offer you tribute in an attempt to weave schemes or advance their station.
Choose Minion: Damned soul (ranged), sturdy warrior (melee), scorpion demons (new underling type)
Choose Offering: Information, enchanted mail armour (melee), enchanted ring (caster)
Yes/No

You're overflowing in lieutenants and champions right now so the first choice is easy: you pick the scorpion demons. The second choice is a bit harder: you really need all of those things. The greedy part of you wants to pick the ring, being the main caster of your group right now, while the more rational part of you thinks about how much more survivable your group might be by giving your warlock a set of properly enchanted armour. However, the information is probably still your best choice: you're ashamed to admit you've done absolutely no scouting despite your relative blindness to the outside world, so you wince as you leave the potentially juicy magic items behind and confirm your choices.

You feel soft flesh press into your sides as the sisters swim across and loop themselves under your arms, but you manage to resist the urge to distract yourself from today's work. First things first, apparently the scorpions are tiny, almost insect-sized imp-like daemons called ssac'rul which can't fly but have barbed, poisonous tails. They're incredibly weak but show up in large enough numbers that they're essentially impossible to kill without AoE attacks. They're also apparently immune to any form of disable.

The ssac'rul's immunity reminds you of the Mushroom Cave which you still haven't placed: the synergy seems natural, with the mushrooms providing an easy place for the imps to hide as well as hopefully incapacitating some of the adventurers while poisonous daemons swarm over them. You place it on an adjacent path to the crypt: you currently can't put it on your only road to the dungeon's exit, given that most of your minions won't be able to safely pass through, but you probably won't need to: you'd bet that most adventurers will probably take one look and assume it's much safer than a crypt which stinks of undeath.

You close the menu to see a pair of green eyes staring directly into your own. "Guess who?" You shrug in response and she pouts. "It's me, Sera, don't you recognize me~?" You swat her on the ass. "Nice try, Mariel." She gives you a cheeky grin in response to being found out.

"Someone looks awfully pleased today." She shrugs and stretches in response, giving you an eyeful of her delicious breasts.

"Well, you try being cooped up in a dirty cell for three days, almost killed, and then suddenly getting to run around for a change after a really pleasant afternoon." She smirks and pecks you on the lips. "And your library is amazing! Do you have anything you want me to do, or can I just keep reading?" You tell her to keep an eye out for anything which might tell you what's written on the altar, but otherwise to do her own thing. She hugs you, pressing her ample chest into you, then hops out of the bath and runs off.

You turn to see Seramiel watching her go with a peaceful smile on her face. "You two look like you're having a good day." She turns to you, her smile flattening into an unreadable expression, and shrugs.

"Well, Mary isn't wrong: yesterday ended up a lot nicer than the rest of our stay here. You're also turning out to be... different than we expected." She rubs her legs together slightly under the water. "I also think I'm starting to wonder whether our goddess is... a bit too hasty with some of her commandments about purity."

"Does that mean you want to pick up where we left off yesterday?" You squeeze her butt for emphasis and she glares at you in response.

"Don't push your luck, fiend." Her expression softens and she moves up to your ear. "But on the other hand if you'd like a repeat performance, I think that could be arranged. Mary was telling me about how you ravaged her so rudely yesterday, and if you **** yourself on me like that I might not be strong enough to stop you." She bites her lip and blushes fiercely as she looks for your reaction, and you squeeze her closer to you in response.

"Well, I'm glad to see the two of you are doing better. Believe it or not, I prefer it when you're smiling. But I can't help but notice your sister seems a lot happier than you are right now." Her face shifts to a wistful expression as she turns and stares out the door.

"That's because someone has a little crush on a certain imp in shining armour that bravely rescued her yesterday. She's also always been the more carefree of us. But don't worry, fiend"—she underscores that word in a teasing tone—"I could get used to this. Now, about that repeat performance..." Her cheeks burn red again and her wide eyes stare directly into your own.

You silence her with another peck on the lips. "Sorry, I'd love to, but I've been having enough fun with you and your sister recently. I really need to actually do some bossing around here before my minions all forget who runs the place." She smiles with a confused mixture of frustration and relief and steps out of the bath. "Well then, I'm going to go challenge Rishuzan to a sparring match. Enjoy your 'bossing.'"

You've barely missed the sensation of warm flesh pressing against you when a sleepy Ari stumbles her way in beside you and snuggles against you, grunting "morning," resting her head against your shoulder, and closing her eyes. Wrapping one arm around her, you open a menu with the other and get back to "bossing."

You grunt in disappointment at your new character sheet. You gained three levels overall in the carnage yesterday, but they barely changed anything. Part of you knew that given how high level you've seen some adventurers and given how powerful some 'gear'—you still find that word a bit strange, but if you're going to keep talking to adventurers you should start learning to talk like them—is, you can't possible expect every level to be as big of a change as your early ones. Still, though... really? Is this it?

Azazel, Level 13 Lesser Incubus
Attributes
STR 36 (+1), DEX 45, END 34 (+1), CHA 54 (+5), MAN 65 (+3), APP 47 (+1), PER 38, INT 53 (+1), WIT 47 (+2)
Crafting Skills
Enchanting: 10 (+5)

Well, at least that means you're officially through all of the mundane tasks. Now for the exciting part: you unravel the little scroll that materialized into your inventory.

The Lady Eleanore Highcastle wears a gorgeous blue gem that some rumours claim swirls with power.

The lady who? Why can't it just say "go here and kill some virgins" like last time? You sigh: apparently with great dungeons comes great responsibility. Well, at least pretty good dungeons? Decent dungeons? Passable for sure. Hopefully the ex-adventurer currently napping on your shoulder has heard of her: you don't fancy begging for another favour from the very powerful squatter upstairs. You gently shake Ari with the arm currently wrapped around her.

"No, sister, I don't want to get up for morning prayer, I want to sleep in~" she coos in an adorable voice. You let her nap for another minute before shaking her more firmly, earning a glare for your efforts, but make up with an apologetic peck.

"Sorry, pet, but we really do need to get things done today. Have you ever heard of the Lady Ellen Hightower?" Ari yawns and stretches as you talk.

"The lady who? Wait, Eleanor Highcastle? Yeah, I think she owns the castle a bit east of Imporne."

Castle? You groan. You might have a great (passable?) dungeon, but you're in no position to **** a castle. Ari spots the foul expression on your face and lights up.

"Oh, don't look so grumpy. You can look like a human now if you want, right? Why not just walk in?" Right. You're still getting used to your new power. It's a bit strange to imagine yourself posing as an adventurer in the middle of what's essentially an enemy dungeon.

"Not a bad idea, dear. But I'm afraid I don't know anything about talking to adventurers and—what did you call them?—NPCs." You play things up a bit, still worried she's a bit (justifiably) sour about last night. "Would you be so kind as to accompany me on my quest?" You make an exaggerated showing of kissing her hand in a style that you saw in some book she was reading about knights. When you look up, she's absolutely radiant.

"It's a date."