With Taylor and Ashley in agreement? No, you're definitely becoming murderers.

Repeating the unpleasant details of their encounter, Taylor soon finishes, and turns her head back towards the ground.

"It is only through the timely intercession of your servant that I was able to beg this of you today," Taylor says, "I shudder to imagine what may have happened if it weren't for her."

"Hmm?" Ashley questions, looking towards you, "I don't recall you mentioning her in your story."

"Just yesterday, Maya successfully talked me into looking more presentable," Taylor answers, "If I hadn't been wearing extensions, the imp wouldn't have tried for my hair, and may have succeeded in restraining me. As it was, having my clip-ons pulled off hurt, but I still pulled free. And if I hadn't looked appealing enough to begin with, he may have just gone after Elizabeth later. I can't imagine what that beast had in mind for her."

"It's an imp," Ashley says with disgust, "They only ever want one thing; to get mortals hooked on their jizz, then fuck their brains out. Fairly literally."

"So it's true, then..." Taylor said, eyes going wide as something was confirmed.

"Profoundly addictive, even a little is enough to subvert a normal mortal's will," Ashley nodded, "And profoundly destructive to higher brain functions. Any woman who keeps going back to him will forever be an empty-headed bimbo in perhaps a month's time. I won't have that moron's trash disturbing my garden here. This school is to be an oasis of higher learning in the world to come, and for that, my students need their brains intact. Those who had one to begin with, at least. If that talentless hack wanted to spread his poison around, he should have find some slum somewhere to jack off in instead."

Darkness's Oath, what the hell! The imp rapes people, and it turns them into ****-out bimbos?

Screw going to the police, Taylor was 100% right on this one! That thing had to die. And probably every other imp, because those things sounded just plain evil. The idea that those things were going around, while the rest of the world was left unaware of the danger... It was profoundly terrifying to you. They couldn't be common, at least... Right?

"But wait, I got some on my face when I kicked him!" Taylor trembled, eyes going wide, "Oh great Mistress of Maya, please grant this humble one the mercy of your boundless wisdom - just how screwed am I?"

"Passing marks on the first half, work on the second," Ashley answered, hiding a laugh behind a cough, "But let me take a closer look..."

Leaning in closely, close enough to lick her if she wished, Ashley studied Taylor's cheeks. Her eyes flashed various colors as she gave little "hm"s and "ah"s as she studied one site in particular.

"Not screwed at all," Ashley announced with a nod, "It looks like that makeup primer you chose is pretty good at stopping anything from being absorbed, demonic ejaculate included. Probably a big relief to a little gay girl like you, right? To me as well, honestly, it'll make it much easier for me to track that dung beetle's energy signature with an example to draw from right here."

Taylor gave a sigh of enormous relief.

"Then I owe your loyal servant twice over, Mistress of Maya," She said, continuing to emphasize that stupid title for some reason, "For it was she who persuaded me to start using makeup just yesterday. Without her crucial guidance, surely I would have been helpless against that lowly vermin and fallen prey to his inept traps."

"It, oh friend-of-Maya," Ashley rolled her eyes again, "You don't call a maggot a 'he' no matter its gametes. Besides, it was clearly only a few drops. At most, it'd be like you'd just seen someone hot passing by a few minutes ago, it's not that potent. You'd need to take a load or two before you'd start to go wild."

"Hey, Maya," She says carelessly, glancing over to you, "We need to modify your agreement again. I'm going to need to touch Taylor's face to draw out the imp's energy signature. Since it's clearly to protect her and deal with a vile creature, it's fine if I touch her just this once, right?"

You're about to reflexively agree, before your rational mind catches up; yes, that sounded like something everyone here wanted. But it wasn't just "Hey, let me track the imp, okay?" - it was, "Hey, I'm about to do unknown demonic magic on your friend, okay?". Asking a couple of questions wouldn't blow this up.

"Before I agree, would you please explain the mechanism and its effects?" You ask, dropping the Laws and Guidelines forms. Acting like a supplicant here would be pointless.

"Did you sign up for Infernal Magic 301 at some point?" Ashley answered, annoyed, "Obviously, I can't explain magic to you. Don't be an idiot."

You're stricken by a desire to apologize and drop the matter, but stand your ground regardless. This was Taylor at stake.

"Please forgive this humble one her foolish choice of words," You answer, retreating to Laws and Forms after all, "Obviously, presuming to understand the workings of a higher being was misguided. However, surely one of your grace and wisdom would understand the concerns of mere mortals, and recognize what points would be of note to us..."

Frankly, you hated how horribly vague that was. You were mostly worried about Taylor's soul here; you didn't want any lingering hooks left behind, and there was no reason to believe that a demon would care to mention that.

"Better," Ashley nodded, "And don't worry, there's nothing permanent involved in this. I will link to this residue, and my energy will stimulate the pustule's energy in turn after a somewhat sluggish ritual; burning it away will serve as a catalyst for my own spell, which will resonate throughout a several mile radius, allowing me to identify the festering shitstain's location and any of his pawns. The only note of consequence is that between my energy and its, Taylor here is probably going to be one horny little kitten when the spell kicks off in earnest. Between it being mere residue and myself having an active connection, however, my own power will be the overwhelmingly dominant of the two; she'll be flooded with my energy, but she should be protected from any of the stain's mind-destroying influence."

...Honestly, that still sounded bad. But it probably wasn't any worse than being in her class earlier, right? And acting now would assuredly save some other woman from a horrible fate. You bite your lip, and hope that maybe clever phrasing could help cut off any horrible surprises.

"I consent that you may touch Taylor, once, for the purpose of enabling a ritual to track down her assailant, so long as none of the effects last longer than 24 hours," You answer.

"I agree to your terms," Ashley nodded, then gave Taylor a kiss on the cheek.

Taylor's eyes widened in surprise, before she gave a bashful smile. ...You know your friend well enough to guess that there was a bit more of an impact to that kiss than just being kissed by an attractive woman.

Ashley, for her part, spit to her side, and washed of her lips with something you're pretty sure wasn't water. Either imp ejaculate was more potent than she'd let on, or she really hated imps. Or possibly Taylor, but nobody could hate Taylor.

"Almighty Mistress of Maya, this humble one is truly awestruck by this demonstration of your power," Taylor going from a kneel to a full kowtow in 'awe', "But if this pitiful wretch may please ask for hint of your serpentine and sinister plans... What will happen to the bastard who would have enslaved and ruined me?"

"Hey, Elizabeth," Ashley carelessly asks while she does something to the air - something human eyes can't see, "Check your clock for me for a moment while your girlfriend bows."

"Oh, um..." Elizabeth starts, surprised at having been called on, "12:20?"

"Excellent," Ashley nods, "Now that it's Sunday... Maya, I demand of you your third Boon, in accordance with our bargain."