Something you weren't expecting to see today

The purpose of the wards on the door became clear as you opened it. They weren't dampener wards, they were stealth wards, meant to silence a room to all forms of observation and the occupant of the room would sure explain the need for them.

In the middle of the room on her knees was a Tiefling, her horns and tail in full view but the rest of her human, granddaddy demon must be a long way up the family tree. Hearing the door being open she lifts her head up and attempts to yell, but the rag stuffed in her mouth wanes any noise into just groans.

Lighting the rooms torches with a simple cantrip provided a sight more distressing than what was already in front of you. The robes the part demoness was wearing matches those of the teachers at the academy, and an especially talented one at that. Her eyes glow briefly with power before they return to normal, the cuffs on her neck and arms preventing her wordless magic.

This was maddess, what was Aviva thinking?Turning to her provided the answer you sought from her smiling. Her expression clearly stating she did this for you and now the conversations from numerous times before begin to come into focus, you just now realising how serious both of your girls were. You just hope that Sem doesn't try something like this.

In less than a panic state and one more akin to confusion you question Aviva, "why do this? Also, who is she?" Your last statement towards the captive of the room, her eyes meeting your which had a purple hue with a vibrant fire of hartred in them. "She's nothing more than teaching aide Magister, and me and Sem planned for another girl to join your bliss. We picked her." Hearing this the horned beauty struggles violently at her bonds, trying to free herself. The stuggling earns her a backhand across the face from Aviva, which seems to quickly end her futile attempts at freedom.

Instantly appalled at this behavior you put yourself between the two women, hoping to correct the situation too. "That was completely unnecessary Aviva, she didn't that." Aviva bows her head demurely and in shame, with tears welling up in her eyes you can see she really thought you'd like this. "I'm sorry Magister, I shouldn't have harmed your property". "Aviva I don't have people as prope..." "But you could! You're so much more than what they say, we stay with you through love, but you can make her stay through servitude! You can finally get **** on those who've wronged you."

You were never one for **** or any kind of personal vendettas, they were petty and unproductive. But through your studies you've learned that enslaving someone isn't easy just through servitude, it usually bypassed through love or pleasure. To have the power to control directly is... unheard of. You wonder if you truely are capable of such ability. Aviva comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your chest, "go ahead Magister, I know you can do it."

You pray to whichever gods will listen that your curiosity doesn't damn you. You hope that whatever you're about to do doesn't destroy this girls mind but you know it will all be the same in the end.

Putting both hands on the her cheeks, wiping a tear away you push, trying to feel what you were born to feel. Pushing more you feel the natural barrier give way and you see your target, the manifestation of will in ones own mind. It's an orb with infinite number of strings attached all stretching in the depths of her mind, if it's all simple as you hope it is then pulling the strings to you should work. Grabbing hold you direct all the strings towards you which gives you a violent jerk.

Looking around you see you're in the same room as before but it's lighter and... full of lines. The strings you saw before in your mind and the demoness' surround you and they go every which way, some to you. One is coming from Aviva to you, constantly pulsing a powerful red glow. The sight behind you frightens you though, the Tiefling is out of her bindings and is standing before you. She looks to you as she regains her bearings but as she does she bows before you and speaks in monotone, "what can this one do for you oh lord?" A look to Aviva gives no help to uncomplicating the problem, and this is getting even more strange.

"Oh Magister, I've seen this before in glyph writings! Her memories and personality are intact if you please or you can rewrite her to whatever your heart desires. Make her as you wish."

Oh that's just great.