Sara diverts the funds

Onosk, having woven a web of confusion and temptation around Sara throughout the day, wasn't about to relent. The ledger, with its precise numbers and entries, presented the perfect opportunity for the demon to feed on Sara's vulnerabilities and thrust her deeper into corruption.

As Sara hesitated, the silence of the council room was thick and oppressive. The soft hum of the overhead lights was the only sound, casting a dim glow over the ledger. Onosk's velvety and malevolent voice whispered seductively, "It's so easy, Sara. Just a few strokes of the pen. Who would ever know?"

The demon intensified her presence, surrounding Sara with images of everything she could have with the money — luxurious clothes, exclusive parties, trips abroad, and power over her peers. "Imagine the world at your fingertips, a realm of decadence and indulgence," she crooned.

The temptation was heady. Sara recalled feeling inferior when others flaunted their wealth and status. Sara had always been pretty, but she'd never been wealthy. Onosk played on these memories, highlighting every instance of envy and want. "This is your chance," she murmured, "to have it all."

To further push Sara towards corruption, Onosk played on her feelings of lust. Onosk filled her senses with the heady aroma of a luxurious perfume she'd once coveted. The thought of turning heads and having everyone's attention, including that of men who would never spare her a glance, was intoxicating. "Men and women will desire you," she whispered.

But Onosk was smart. She knew fear was just as potent a weapon. "What if someone else does it before you? What if they use the funds for personal gains, leaving you as the scapegoat? You'll be blamed, humiliated, ostracized," he hissed, painting a picture of disgrace and scorn.

The cocktail of lust, fear, and the allure of power clouded Sara's judgment. The pen, once innocuous, now became an instrument of power. A tool that could change her destiny.

Gripping it tightly, she began to adjust the numbers. A little here, a little there. The amounts diverted were subtle enough not to raise immediate alarm but significant enough to line her pockets handsomely.

With each change, Onosk grew stronger, drawing sustenance from Sara's actions. The council room seemed to darken, the atmosphere growing dense, as though the very walls bore witness to Sara's corruption.

Once done, a rush of exhilaration enveloped Sara. For a moment, she felt invincible. But guilt, doubt, and fear began to seep in as the adrenaline subsided. Had she just crossed a line from which there was no return?

Onosk, satiated for the time being, retreated to the shadows, leaving Sara alone with the weight of her actions. However, the demon's triumph was clear — she had successfully pushed Sara further down the path of darkness and corruption.