Seems like the better option.

Sent back to the abyss sounds like a terrible option. “I’ll take the deal.”

He shrugs. “Might as well at this point, right.” He pulls out a little bottle of white liquid and tosses it to you, you catch it. “Okay, first drink this.” You do, it’s cum, and not fresh, your mind gags instantly but your body doesn’t. “There that is the seed of your target. I don’t know exactly how to do it but if you concentrate on the taste you can locate him as long as you are on the same plane of existence. Next you should be able to see into his mind, or anyone you are looking at to see things like their perfect ideal of beauty, who turns them on, what they are afraid of. Things like that should be rather easy. With concentration you can even dig deeper into their mind and implant suggestions or commands so deep they think it is their idea. That is how I wanted you to succeed. Plus others like yourself have told me the connection and ability is heightened by contact, even more by a kiss or especially sex.”

“Cool.” You look deeply at him to see if you can read him.

He frowns. “You look like you are trying to take a shit.” He points at the circle around you. “On the opposite end, circles of protection.” He lifts an amulet around his neck, “Protective amulets, block the ability.” You stop trying. “You can also shape change to look like anyone and teleport to anywhere you can see or anywhere you have been but both of these abilities use a lot of magic. Oh and your magic is powered by draining it from other people, objects, and drinking other peoples bodily fluids. Blood holds the most, then cum, sweat, and finally piss or I think shit even holds a bit. Your species is considered a magic parasite.”

“That’s kinda depressing.” You shift around to get more comfortable.

“So we’re you created out of a lesser demon or are you a reborn soul?”

You ponder the question. “Unless my memory is just wrong, neither. I admit I can’t exactly remember who I was yesterday. A woman got me to put on a demon costume, cast a spell, I guess, while we were fucking, and turned me into this.”

“Oh that’s fascinating. I didn’t know that was possible. I’d love to meet her. Where does she live?”

“No idea. I don’t even know what city I was in.”

He stares at you and concentrates, in your mind he eventually says, “Nope, not a trace of memory before yesterday, other than something about a concert.” He taps his fingers. “Actually it is more likely that she summoned a minor demon, had you eat the person you think you were to draw in a bunch of power, then used that magic to turn you into a succubus.” The idea stuns you. “Well anyway. You should also be able to grow wings, claws, a tail, horns, but I don’t know how much of that requires time and power or just magic, my demon lore isn’t all that extensive on minutia. Okay, you have your task, I’m going to teleport you so you can get started. I can send you places I have been. Do you want me to send you to a store so you can steal some clothes, the office building he works at, or do you have a better idea?”