Trish's POV

"You expect me to make Trish orgasm, but that's not right! She's a lesbian! And I'm," Emily shouted back.

Wait, what? Was she serious? That was... well. I dunno. I guess, I shouldn't be that surprised. Of all the ways she was a jerk, this wasn't one of them. But well, I walked towards the barrier, it wasn't a real Trish in there, just a fake clone of the me from an hour before I found my destiny, that book. So I wasn't really going to alter my fun over such a trivial detail, plus. I am the Satan. I might as well play the role.

I smiled, staring at Emily. "That.. is hilarious."

"I agreed to play! I didn't agree to hurt anyone else," she said, teeth clenched. Such... determination. Yes, perhaps this was... like a garnish to this serving. Not a distraction. The race had been more pleasant than expected.

I let out a soft giggle. "Oh? Go on, this should be great. How are you hurting her exactly? Tell her!"

"That's not fair! Your telling me to do something you physically won't let me!" She stomped her foot like a child that didn't want to tell the police officer about the crime her mother did to let her stay home from school.

Hmm. I rubbed my chin. I guess that wasn't a good analogy and even a smarter person would be hard pressed to explain it. "Fine, fine. Trish, if it will untwist everyone's panties. I am the Satan. We won't hurt you, me and Emily here are only having an orgasm race with you as one of the ones we plan to make cum. What fair compensation would you request for consenting to play? I shall grant any fair request."

The Trish I created was an artificial construct illusion. She wasn't real in any meaningful sense, but you could touch her. She could think and reason. She was rebuilt from more of an afterimage of the world than my memory. But I mean, I was her from five chronological hours ago. An offer from the Satan? I was poor, money is cliche? She'd probably consider asking me questions. She was smart enough for that, obviously. She'd pass on money, a power she can use to gain money would be too tempting. If she asks for anything too much I can easily turn her down on it being an unfair-

"I... I want you to give Emily, my friend a two minute head start in which you cannot move," Trish said, pointing at the devil.

"Wait what!" I said! "But!" I almost needed to lift my jaw off the ground. But! Like, Eddie was a friend! But we more put up with him... he wasn't... fuuuck. Right! The TSF spell! Everyone would have all their memories of their relationship with her but feel their new tug towards her seen gender on first sight! You fucking simp! You are giving up your wish because you basically are falling in love with her! Ugh! How... embarrassing of an oversight!

"You said, you'd grant any reasonable request!" Trish said, a smug expression.

I clicked my tongue. Fuck, two minutes, short enough to make sure I can't deny it without breaking my own rules, but just long enough Emily might actually be able to beat me. She trapped me! I got trapped by a memory of myself! Ugh! Well... Isn't this just... kind of fun? "Fine," I snapped my fingers. "..."

The scoreboard timer shifted to two minutes, but I didn't start it yet. "When you touch one of those dolls, I will freeze and the timer will start. Let none say that I did not give you a fair challenge, and that all parties consented. Any other concerns?" I smiled. See, how boring this battle would have been if not for this twist. Emily with two minutes. As much as I pained me to admit the truth... I could lose, but that feeling in my stomach. Bring it on!

Trish and Emily exchanged some sort of look. Huh? It was almost as if they were understanding each other. I mean, it wasn't an uncommon thing. The female wavelength many had called it. The Apple of Eden was such a delicious experience for gaining my attunement with the Satans. I raised my hand and could feel Evelyn;s touch my cheek. Not like it was already there. Like, ours met at the exact same moment. I knew when she'd move. She knew when I'd move. She didn't need to read my mind. I didn't need to read hers.

That is what attunement meant. But Emily? When? That Trish wasn't even real? It was... just an illusion from the past that no longer-

True Oksana. Just because I wasn't a Satan back then doesn't mean it didn't matter. Maybe your right. Maybe... maybe this is what I actually wanted. I have only been a Satan for less then a day. It is hard to know what is true and what is just me being a child too hyper to stop myself. I tried to shift my position and realized I couldn't. Ah, the game begins. I guess enough day dreaming for now.