Show him the new you.

Putting your hand up to stop him gently you give him a little half grin, ?I am afraid I have something I should show you. I am not really the person you used to know anymore.?

?What do you mean?? he asks, but backs off a step.

Taking his hand, you lead him into the alley where no one else can see the two of you and drop the illusion.

?Fuck, I knew you were a slut, but your clothes were an illusion, that is hot. So I still want to...? His words trail off as he finally sees your new addition given to you by the warlock. ?Is that real??

?Oh yeah, you see, umm... I have always loved women, and I got this so I could make love with them.? You are not totally sure why the lie was necessary, but it seemed easier than the truth.

He staggers back till he hits the wall stunned. ?But we. Why didn't you tell me this before. I feel like such a fool. I always loved you. I thought you wouldn't give yourself to me because of your warrior code or something. I can't believe it was as simple as that. I was such a fool. I knew you were a bitch, but fuck. It would have been far less cruel to simply tell me off, you didn't have to show me that. I am such a fool.? He then turns and heads off up the street before calling back, ?I am sorry I called you a bitch, goodbye.?

Watching him go in such pain, you instantly regret how you handled that. Yet you are sure there are going to be many more people that used to know your former self that you will have to deal with. Cloaking yourself once again with the illusion of clothing, you turn and walk away to put some distance between you and the burning inn, as you can't think of any real reason to stay. ?Why am I here?? You look up and ask, hoping for some guidance. No sooner than you ask you spot something that instantly sparks a memory. A little building next to a tavern called ?The Wanton Wench? Has a sign that states, ?Hunters League.? As you see the two buildings you see flashes of memories of you walking into dozens of ?Hunters Leagues? and getting job after job tracking down and killing people wanted for breaking laws of various nations that were either too powerful, or too illusive for the various governments to deal with. In addition, the tavern also seems to be a favorite of yours as you also receive many small flashes of memory of dozens of men the former you let ravage her body. The last of which was the warlock she was apparently hunting that seems to have decided to take a hunter for himself to try to find out how you hunters kept finding him. Images continue to flood of him starting with more mundane tortures, and summoning some kind of demons to **** and **** you with insatiable appetites for suffering. Finally you see yourself broken and bruised, kept at the brink of **** for over a month, when you finally broke and told him you were taught a tracking spell by the League, as all hunters are. You also know this was a lie, but it seemed to satisfy him, as he then had the demon twist your flesh till you had the massive member you have now, and bound your mind to him, and the rest of your life was then mostly a fog of instinctive action, and nightly fucking. Sadly this knowledge, while helpful, is also a bit distressing, as you fully felt the joy the former you got from killing. ?Damn I guess I was one mean bitch.? Now what to do, do you dare walk into the bar, or the league office?