>>47134614
>>Stealth

>>47134614
>Write-in
Simply walk in, like a boss. So full force attack, but without the running, panicking and all the other things only plebs do.

>>47134614
>stealth, and after we get vanessa let the ex do whatever she wants.

>>47134645
You elect to follow Janet's advice. You owe her that much after all she's going through at your request. Well, that and her fee.

You prepare your forces, keeping the minions on stand-by in case of emergency, and selecting a team of capable fighters to assist you. That is to say, Duncan and Kyle, since they are currently your only capable fighters. The four of you, Kyle, Duncan, Janet and yourself, teleport together to the depths of hell, and make your way quickly to the building.

Outside, you see the team of contractors awaiting the signal to enter. Kyle suspects that you will have a decent amount of time to slip in, and Duncan passes out sets of coveralls to everyone. Yours does not cover your helmet, but in hell that's honestly not much of a defining feature. On the other hand, your powerful arms feel quite restricted.

>Rip off the sleeves
>Keep them

>>47134908
>>Keep them
we won't compromise vanessa's future for some mild bother

>>47134908
>>Keep them

>>47134908
>keep them

>>47134908
>Rip off the sleeves
No mortal fabric can restrict THESE GUNS
And Legion is pretty capable, bruh. Don't diss best boy.

>>47134955
You decide to resist the urge and simply try to be less ripped yourself.

The wards go down, as evidenced by the ceasing of the annoying glow surrounding the building, and the four of you hop and skip across the busy street to join the crowd of sweaty, cursing construction workers.

You enter a large and ostentatious lobby, complete with chandelier, high ceiling, marble floors, and musky fountain in the shape of a demon ripping a mortal in half and showering in the blood. You think they may actually be using authentic blood, which really is pricey these days with all the regulations put on the stuff. Janet is sickened by all of it, naturally.

>Ignore her and keep moving
>Try to comfort her
>Tell her to get over it
>Write-in

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>>47135022
>Tell her to steady herself and prepare for our grand opening when shit gets real
>Pic releated

>>47135022
>Tell her to get over it
It's our culture. When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

>>47135022
>>Tell her to get over it

>>47135050
You tell Janet to swallow her saccharine sentiment and steel herself for worse. She says nothing, but you see her take a deep breath and focus on the path ahead.

The foreman of the contractors speaks to the woman at the front desk, a young succubus who smells so strongly of lust and men's stench you can pick it up from here. It makes you worry about Vanessa even more. A moment later, you are cleared, and follow the crowd further in.

You all pile into the elevators and ride up to the thirteenth floor, where you squeeze out into a cubicle farm, filled with various horrors of the underworld all chained to their overly personalized desks and hunched over to the point your own back begins to hurt.

"This is our chance. Vanessa should be in the break room now, we have to go," whispers Janet. You look to the contractors, and see the foreman giving them some sort of speech. If you try to leave now, you risk being seen.

>Go
>Stay
>Write-in

>>47135187
>>Write-in
>we stay and cover the others exit so they don't get caught.

>>47135187
>>Go

>>47135187
Voting this>>47135212

>>47135271
Quiet you

>>47135381
Report and ignore mate. Its simple. Dont let it be wasted with replys.

>>47135212
You whisper to the others to go ahead, while you cover their exit with your quite frankly massive body. They seem nervous, but agree. You take a power stance, making yourself appear as large and in charge while the others scurry off. The foreman notices your impressive posture and points you out.

"See, that's an eager go-getter! What's your name young man?"

The contractors all turn to you, expecting a reply.

>roll 1d100 to pick your alias

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>47135462
> "eldritch scream"

hope i did the dice stuff right.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>47135462
>Heavy lifter minion 4540 Sir

>>47135519
The foreman nods, appreciating your honesty and discretion.

"I like you, kid. You're in charge of the wrecking crew today! Do a good job, and you might earn your way to the executive lounge. That's the trailer out front with the satellite tv and beer."

The group is assigned their tasks, and split up across the floor. You take a group of stout fellows and go to knock out a wall in the bathroom to make room for a bigger corner office for the floor boss.

>Make the other workers do it while you supervise
>Do it yourself, and save time
>Do it together, and pretend to care about teamwork
>Write-in

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>47135462
Bob. Just Bob, sold my last name for my physique!

>>47135665
>do it together and pretend to care about teamwork

>>47135665
>>Do it yourself, and save time
fuck teamwork, we're in hell. just remember your first day at work and we're set.
ib4 we become recognized by the higher ups and get a real position of power in the company before the end of vanessa's rescue.

>>47135665
>>Make the other workers do it while you supervise

>>47135381
>>47135437
What did he say/do?

>>47135704
Supported

>>47135747
Put a link to the new quest board, rather rude as it is completely optional to place quests on that board and OP is under no obligation to move.

>>47135814
Even more rude considering OP gave us a poll to decide whether we wanted to move to /qst/ or stay on /tg/.

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>>47135704
>>Do it yourself, and save time
This.
Glad to see this quest running again.

Obligatory.
Goddamn.
Maskface.

>>47135704
You tell the others to stand back. Though they seem quite amused by your stoicism and confidence at first, upon seeing you rip out the urinals, then the wall studs, and then the wall, they gradually shift to awe.

You use your bare, read gloved, hands to punch, rip, and tear every tile and scrap of concrete away until there is nothing but hole remaining, leading into the next room, where a crew of workers are busy laying down tarps for paint and other messy business.

The foreman finds out about your impressive strength and stamina, and appoints you supervisor on the project, while he goes back outside to drink and watch sports. For the time being, you are in charge of this crew.

>Increase efficiency by 15%
>Stand back and let them sweat while you eat bear claws
>Do all the work on your own before lunch
>Make them work and go to find the others
>write-in

>>47135875

>Increase efficiency by 15%
>Do all the work on your own before lunch

we end up becoming best friends with the company and hire them ourselves next time around.

>>47135875
>>Make them work and go to find the others

>>47135896
>>47135875

This 'n stuff.

>>47135896
Supported

>>47135875
>Make them work and go to find the others
'You know what I can do, I expect to see my standard of work done by the the time I get back from the John.'

>>47135896
You tell all of the other workers to take fifteen, and roll up your sleeves.

By the time they get back from their break, you have single handedly done basically all of the work laid out for them, leaving only the boring dexterous stuff, or anything that involves bending over. Your back isn't what it used to be.

The men cheer, praising your power and style. They're eating out of the palm of your hand.

>Take a break and find Vanessa
>Stay with them and finish the job
>Mutiny
>write-in

>>47136024
>Take a break and find Vanessa
'Taking a break for coffee, bear claws and a break on the John. Finish it off will ya lads, good on ya.'

>>47136024
>>Mutiny

>>47136024
>Mutiny
"Hey guys, these folks don't even offer us a good retirement plan! I know of this rugged, handsome overlord who is about to conquer the world of mortals who offers a really good retirement plan! Solid dental plan too!"

>>47136024
>>47136082
this.

>>47136024
>>Take a break and find Vanessa

>>47136044
>>47136024

This

>>47136082
You rally the lot of them, and convince them to follow you from now on. With hammers and protractors in hand, you all charge out of the building and swarm the foreman's trailer murdering him in cold blood and getting the signatures of every worker in his still warm blood. You now have control over a few dozen workers, and there are no unions in hell, naturally.

You file back into the building and get back to work, only to be approached by a succubus secretary still trying to fix her matted hair. She clears her throat before speaking.

"Sir, one of the executives would like to speak to you regarding your fine work on this floor. Would you please follow me?"

>Agree
>Refuse
>Write-in

>>47136264
>Agree

>>47136264
>Agree

>>47136264
>>Agree
be prepared to use the succubus as a meat shield though.

>>47136264
>Agree

Is it wrong if I honestly like hell?

>>47136082
Supported

>>47136305
>be prepared to use the succubus as a meat shield though.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
Though I'd much rather we grab her by the ankles and swing her around like an improvised club

>>47136305
Yeah I'm going with this guys idea.

>>47136390
You only like it because relative to the vast majority of the population, we are in a position of power.

>>47136447
Touche anon.

>>47136432
i don't think that being used as a meat shield is a good thing. specially for a succibus.
unless it's her fetish

>>47136508
Let me explain our policy on Succubi

Q1: Is the Succubus Vanessa?

>Yes
Hugs and kisses

>No
Literally nobody cares

>>47136523
We kind of care about our ex wife, considering we are slowly patching up our relationship with her to some extent.

>>47136573
We need her to lift the ban, We can't hire any supernaturals.

>>47136617
And we are slowly patching up our relationship with her.

Tsun Queen of Pain must be a thing.

>>47136305
You follow the woman across the floor and back to the elevator. You recall the motion placed to make the legal name "Hellevator" but it was almost unanimously agreed that that was the line.

You ride up to the top floor, number 666, ignoring the fact that they actually skip 87-665 for dramatic effect, and step out into a second lobby. This one is unmanned, and smaller, but just as gaudy, with red carpet and blood splatter wallpaper. The succubus leads you to a pair of large, golden doors, with screaming faces embossed into them. She motions for you to go ahead, and you do.

Through the doors is a dark chamber, cool relative to the temperature of hell, especially a hellish office building. By law, they cannot have air conditioning. As the double doors creak shut behind you, you hear soft breathing. You ready yourself for battle, when suddenly the doors click shut, and blue flames along the walls begin to illuminate the chamber.

You stand at the front of a long, dim room filled with young succubi all dressed in sheer fabric outfits, each more filthy and distraught than the last. Vanessa is not among them.

Across from you, sitting in a large, high-backed chair, is a fat mortal smoking a fat cigar while his open shirt lets his fat rolls breath. his balding head and unkempt stubble are displeasing, but worse is the smug look on his face. Beside him is a knight in full armor with two great horns protruding from his helm. The sword at his side is no joke either. Your keen eye for weapons tells you that it is a masterwork, and is likely valued at a small fortune.

"Greetings, sir. I thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet with me."

>"The pleasure is all mine."
>"What's the meaning of this."
>Silence
>Write-in

>>47136651
i'm betting that in a some faraway future we'll end up again with her because literally everyone else dies before us.

>>47136651
I'd be all for that, But you know we got an a monster being born soon.

Oh, god if we fuck up again we might kill the female this time around. Shes mortal

>>47136651
We're cucking her with Sophia though.....wait a second! OP, are you setting us up for a harem end?

>>47136691
>>"What's the meaning of this."
let's say it with a hard worker attitude

>>47136691
>Silence

>>47136691
>"The pleasure is all mine." respectfully
>"What's the meaning of this." like a hardass needing to finish his job

>>47136700
We chose to start patching things up. Not OP mate.

>>47136691
>Trademark Silence(tm)

I'm running a one-shot on qst just to try out the board, if anyone is interested in a little extra today.

>>47136817
what's the name of the quest OP?

>>47136854
>>>/qst/84708

>>47136691
>"The pleasure is all mine."

>>47136700
We own a country. That means we can quite easly rule polygamy legal (i think it already is?). And we are quite evil. I dont think there is a problem.

>>47136885
It's not, yet

>>47136885
Only the strongest and smartest are allowed to breed. That simple.

>>47136935
Sounds stupid as hell. Theres more to being useful than being superb at something.

>>47136967
I'm dicking. I believe the only laws we changed were no pants, and Sunday orgies.

>>47136746
You cross your arms and remain stoically silent. The fat man puffs on his cigar and sacors the taste before snapping his fingers. The knight beside him reaches out his armored palm, and the fat man puts out the smouldering stogie in it. He then dusts off his hands and stands up, groaning.

"I called you here to thank you for your hard work and sweat in the name of our company. That said, I'm afraid this meeting isn't entirely happy." You remain quiet as he watches you for signs of weakness. You hope he finds none.

"Hm. About an hour ago, one of our field agents was accosted by a group of interlopers. Three of them. Around the same time you and your crew were hard at work demolishing walls and making room for my... recreation room." He gives a raspy chortle, and you notice a large number of the succubi flinch.

>"I don't know anything about that, sir."
>"I might know something. Why?"
>"Those were probably my men. I hope they are unharmed."
>Silence
>Write-in

>>47136995
>"Those were probably my men. I hope they are unharmed."

>>47136995
>>Silence

>>47136995
>Silence

desire to paladin grows.

>>47136995
>Silence

At some point he is going to overextend, and we are going to butcher him.

>>47136995
>Silence
Glare at him menacingly. Make sure he gets to the point quickly.

>>47137026
He sneers as you remain quiet. Likely he isn't used to people acting defiant around him. He stretches a bit, leaning back and putting his bulging belly on display before righting himself and scratching his hairy wisdom trail.

"I see you're not the talkative type. Fair enough. Then I'll cut to the chase." He snaps his fingers again, and a side door to the room opens up, letting in light from the outside. Through it come three huge, hulking, armored guards. Each of them drags a body behind, belonging to your allies. You are a bit shocked to see their battered, bloody bodies slide across the carpet, but notice that they are all still moving, albeit barely.

"Take your friends and leave, now, before I lose my patience. Promise never to return, and I promise not to have my men stab you in the back on the way out."

>"Fine."
>"How dare you."
>"Am I supposed to be intimidated by thugs in cheap mail?"
>Silence
>Write-in

>>47137131
>>Silence

>>47137131
>Silence

>>47137131
>>Silence

>>47137131
>Silence
What else?

>>47137131
>Silence

We are here for our daughter. Hell has nothing which we would not happily slaughter our way through to retrieve her.

Its Time for the A Game.

>>47137293
His sneer turns to full on contempt.

"Hm. You're a stoic man. I respect that. I also hate it. But since you insist on playing the tough guy, I'll have to respond in kind. Brutus! Escort this trash off of the premises!"

With a simple phrase, the knight draws his sword and dashes, lunging toward you at impressive speed. It rivals Shen, in his life, and the point of his blade is leveled at your heart.

>Dodge
>Parry
>Counter
>Take the hit
>Write-in

>>47137389
>Take the hit
Don't move, don't block, don't parry, don't counterattack, don't grunt.

SAY NOTHING
DO NOTHING
KEEP GLARING AT FATTY
As far as we're concerned, Brutus doesn't even exist

>>47137389
>Counter
Parry with arm guard or dodge slightly, materialize sword straight into the knights gut.

>>47137389
i'll vote this, >>47137421
I get one daily shitty post per quest after all.

>>47137389
>>Counter

>>47137389
>Flex and burst out of the uniform and summon our sword, block the knights weapon and toss him back at the fat man.

>>47137421
>>47137453
We have 3 more big bastards to kill, then probably have to either fight past the succubus to kill the fatman, or we kill him fast enough he cant command them to attack us.
Taking wounds is not a good idea at this juncture for the sake of looking cool.

>>47137509
What if this is all spooky bullshit magic? Also it might not even hurt.

>>47137509
>Taking wounds is not a good idea at this juncture for the sake of looking cool.
Yeah... if you're a bitch ass mortal. Once you're this badass, looking cool is the only thing you need to worry about.

>>47137552
uh... that's not how this works, but alright. Rule of cool it is.

>>47137552
>>47137539

We have gotten to the point of nearly losing before. hence the whole courtroom sidething.
Presumably the extinguished cig rules our illusion handily.

Its still a stupid idea to even allow any hint of damage until we know what we are actually facing.
Cool happens, don't force it or the QM will spank you.

>>47137389
>Counter

>>47137603
>Implying this is the first time a QM has ever spanked me.
>And I didn't like it

Anon, you have much to learn, Also counter I believe wins.

>>47137621
You turn aside, letting the sword slice open your coveralls, and letting Brutus slide past you as you summon your sword into your right hand. Before he can react, you slash diagonally across his back and causing a spray of blood to burst forth and stain the shag carpet. Brutus winces in pain, but turns to face you regardless. That's actually quite something all things considered.

>"Not bad. I could use a man like you."
>"You've made a mistake challenging me."
>Motion for him to try again
>Attack
>Write-in

>>47137696
>"Not bad. I could use a man like you."
>Motion for him to try again

>>47137696
>Motion for him to try again
Take off a limb. Lets monty python black knight him.

>>47137696
>"Not bad. I could use a man like you."
>Motion for him to try again

>>47137696
>>47137741
I support this. Take off his arm and beat him to deaht with it, while shouting "stop hitting yourself!" over and over

>>47137723
You compliment his skill and tenacity, and make a motion for him to come at you once more. He takes up a stance, and begins breathing steadily. You watch as he raise his sword aloft, and a reddish light begins emanating from the blade. You recognize it as an enchantment, and a powerful one at that. The kind only higher demons ever manage to get down. You prepare for the worst as Brutus brings his blade back down and aims it at you, digging his back heel in for another powerful and quick thrust.

>Dodge
>Parry
>Counter
>Write-in

>>47138138
>Dodge
>Dodge
>Dodge

Let's not get gibbed here

>>47138138
>Parry

>>47138138
>Counter

Minimal movements, tight and efficient. Lop something off.

>>47135666
Shut up Satan. And stop shapechanging and using namefags id.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>47138173
>>47138176
>>47138186

>>47138173
You evade Brutus' swings and thrusts, noting his precision and power. He's a swordsman after your own heart. Each blow would be fatal to any other mortal, but your experience gives you an edge, and it isn't long before you notice his arm begin to shake and slow down.

After a little longer, Brutus missteps, giving you a chance to attack.

>Grab
>Slash
>Stab
>write-in

>>47138683
>GERMAN SURPLEX!!!

>>47138683
>Grab and break

>>47138683
>>Slash
Take his arm off.

>>47138683
>Slash

Be mindful, we could be interrupted at any time.

>>47138683
>Stab

Need to finish this quickly. Run the fucker through.

>>47138724
You bring your sword down, hoping to take the knight's sword arm and end this quickly. Brutus is quick enough to whip his head around and see the attack incoming, but not quick enough to stop it. You can sense the fear and tension in him as your blade falls.

"Stop!!!" screams someone from across the room, it surprises you enough to stop your swing, and you look over to see Duncan struggling to kneel. He is kicked aside by the fat man, and you suddenly feel a burning pain in your stomach. You turn your face back down to see Brutus peering up at you, his blade buried deep in your gut and drawing a massive amount of blood. It sprays onto the floor, and onto his helmet, trickling in through the eye slit. You stumble back, taking the weapon with you, as you try to stay upright. You reach down and try to pull the blade out, but are stopped by the succubi as they smell your life force leaking out, and rush to swarm you.

They climb on top of you and try to rip off your armor, making decent headway in finding the latches and ties. Some of them grow impatient, and merely lap up the blood gushing forth from the wound. Rather than panic, you realize the poor girls must have been starved down here, for the amusement of their master.

>Kill them
>Throw them off
>Cry for help
>Write-in

>>47138911
>Throw them off
>Remove blade from gut

>>47138911
>Kill them
Any succubus that's not Vanessa is literally a worthless parasite.

>>47138911
>>Kill them

>>47138911
>Throw them off

Go for the fat pig. If he dies, this ends.

Also if we know any magic, we really need to use it.

Duncan you distracting bastard! We had that!

>>47139054
Its fucking vanessa in the suit.

>>47138911
>Kill them
Then
>Kill everything in the room.
Poor fucks

>>47139122
Seriously. Duncan would not do anything to betray us, so the person in the suit is important to us.
Thats either our exwife (doubtful) or our daughter.

DONT KILL THE KNIGHT. We need to end this now. Kill the fat fuck in the chair.

>>47139156
His currently asking about the Succubus mate, Not the knight. Next vote will be wither we aim for the Fat cat or the knight.

>>47139122
You grab one of the girls and smash your fist into her head, popping it like a ripe cherry. Some of the others flee upon seeing this, but most of them are so hungry they're willing to risk it just for a taste of your potent juices. You fight them off one at a time, until one of them manages to wrestle your breastplate off, exposing your chest. Your hands are full of two others, so you aren't able to stop her while she licks her lips and leans in for a big bite of man-meat.

She then arches her back, and a gloved hand reaches out to grab her hair, throwing her aside like a sack of potatoes. Brutus stands behind her. You crack the skulls of the two succubi you have hold of, and look up at him.

"You... you... you daddystealers!!!" Brutus grabs the sword from your stomach and rips it free, but rather than deliver the killing blow, he swats away the succubi, slashing at them and sending them scurrying to the corners of the room. When at last you are free of licking tongues and moaning breath, you watch Brutus remove his helmet to indeed reveal your beloved daughter, just as beautiful as the last time you saw her, albeit a bit sweatier. She levels her sword with the nearest succubus and snarls, skin red with her demonic blood.

"If you touch him again I'll rip your spine out of your back and shove it down your throat!"

>Stand
>Ask what's happening
>Write-in

TOSS THE KNIGHT AT THE FAT FUCK AND THEN BREAK HIS NECK! Also don't kill the knight, whisper something like daddy's sorry before hurling her. Oh and of course use our he-man strength to hurl the succubus' off us.

>>47139284
>Strike at the fat cat now if possible otherwises Stand.

>>47139284
>>Stand
So Brutus is Vanessa eh?

>>47139284
Offer Vanessa the distinguished honor of throwing fatty out of the nearest window

>>47139284
aaaaand now! the great event! were we punt fat fucker out of the window!

>>47139284
>>Stand

>>47139313
You struggle to your feet, pressing a hand to the gaping wound in your stomach to try and stop the bleeding. Vanessa sees you, and rushes to help you up.

"Daddy! I'm so sorry, daddy! I didn't want to hurt you, but they made me eat a gross thing and it was slimy and they told me to do things and I couldn't stop myself, daddy, please don't be mad at me I love you and I missed you so much!"

>Hug
>Dismiss
>Approach the fat man
>Write-in

>>47139528
>Approach the fat man
>However don't lower guard, Vanesse might snap back into the weird thing they made her eat.

We must finish the fight, They have tainted best daughter

>>47139528
>Hug

>>47139528
>Approach the fat man
>"I know honey, I know"
>Throw him out of the window
>Take the elevator down
>Stomp on fatty's face until it's flat
>Take the elevator back up
>Pass the gas you've been holding in all day
>Blame the imp
>Get out
>Hug Vanessa

>>47139528
>Approach the fat man

End this now, before more control is excerted.

>>47139528
>Approach the fat man
>"I know honey, I know"

>>47139542
You ignore Vanessa for the moment, instead electing to limp toward the fat man. He flinches as you approach, snapping his fingers to order the three thugs who dragged your comrades in to form a wall in front of him. However, in your anger, you show no mercy, and cut them down in four strokes. This leaves only a few feet between you and him. He is sweating, either from fear or high blood pressure.

>"I'm going to kill you."
>"Release my daughter."
>Silence
>Write-in

>>47139633
>Silence
>Keep an eye on Vanessa however encase she snaps back into it.

he'll break.

>>47139633
>"Release my daughter."
Point blade at chin
"NOW"

>>47139633
>>"Release my daughter."

>>47139633
>>"Release my daughter."

>>47139704
You level your sword with the fat man's chins, commanding him to let Vanessa go. He looks down at the blade, and grins.

"Of course. But you understand there really is only one way to remove the Iron Will from her body." He snaps his fingers again, and Vanessa staggers over, struggling against her own body the entire way. She nears the fat man, and falls to her knees. The fat man reaches down and grabs hold of her chin with his sausage fingers, licking his lips in anticipation. Seeing the anger rising from you like steam, he smiles.

"Of course, if you'd rather I leave it in, you could always take her home as she is. Or, better yet, you could kill me, severing the psionic link between us and turning her into a vegetable. Your choice."

>Grit your teeth and bare it
>Kill the fat man
>Write-in

>>47139966
>Write in, ask the EX and the other woman about it.

>>47139966
Bring them both home and have gibert sever it by experimenting on the guy.

>>47139994
This. We have all the time in the world right now.
And we can just wipe the memory of this event from her mind later. I think Ray would help us out with that when he next pops in for a visit.

>>47140017
pretty sure his dying anon, or already on his death bed/dead mate.

>>47139966
>>Write-in
"When I'm done with you, you'll wish I'd killed you"

Tear off his arms, legs, eyes, ears and teeth. Sear all of his wounds shut with your flaming blade. Store him in the basement of your castle or something, keeping him alive for the sole purpose of keeping Vanessa alive.

>>47140047
How exactly, hes just groveling on the floor, not even touched the fucker

>>47140116
Ray mate, not the Fat cat. Ray has that astral coke cancer thingy killing him remember?

>>47140138
For god sake anon. I know. And hes also visiting of his own accord when he wants. He aint dead yet, so he'll probo drop in before the end.

>>47139994
You look over to Janet, who finally seems to be regaining her strength. You ask her is she's okay, and she nods.

"We can't stay here much longer. There are more powerful monsters, and they'll notice something is wrong soon. Just take the girl and let's get out of here."

"Not so fast!" shouts the fat man. He snaps his fingers and Vanessa turns her sword on herself, pointing it toward her stomach and pressing the tip hard enough to pierce her own armor and draw a trickle of blood. She whimpers in pain, and tears fall down her cheeks.

"I don't need a tight legged bitch like this to have fun, and if you touch me she's braindead or just regular dead. So you have two choices: watch me have my last little bit of fun with her, or take her home in a bag!"

You look down at Vanessa, and see her peeking up at you, eyes swollen.

"Daddy..."

>Let him have his way
>Kill him
>Let Vanessa decide
>Other

>>47139966
>>47140048
this.
also send a telepathic link to our healer (forgot her name) she has free access to begin experimenting on people if she can tell us how to remove the iron will from vanessa.

>>47140342
>Other
Fucking hell, don't we have some lobotomy ray that turns him into a vegetable that only exists to keep Vanessa alive or something? What spells do we have at our disposal OP?

>>47140342
So. Knocking him the fuck out and kidnapping the little fat demon is out of the question?

If so:
>Let Vanessa decide

And when she chooses freedom, we take this sack of shit and give him to our ex wife.

>>47140342
...We got no information on this from Janet or The Ex about wither or not the day was lying.

>>47140342
>Other
cut his arms and legs. then knock him out. the pain won't let him react fast enough.

>>47140342
KNOCK HIM THE FUCK OUT. Teleport home and have healer bitch remove parasite thing.

>>47140342
>Let him have his way

Guys please let's not risk getting best daughter killed

>>47140373
>don't we have some lobotomy ray
I'm sure someone does, but not you personally

>>47140418
Just knock him out and kidnap, confirm with our ex. We can get Janet to keep him locked up in heaven while we figure shit out if its a problem about keeping him hidden.

>>47140342
>Kill him/knock him out, take her home to be healed by the woman with the Slime magic.

wait.... our ex is a queen succubus or something like that. we just need to stall the fat man so our ex can control him using her sucubus powers

He can mentally tell daughteru to kill herself.

You guys seriously think we're faster than this shitstain's brainwaves?

Even if we are, we'll have to keep him under 24/7. The moment he wakes up it's bye-bye best girl

>>47140441
>I'm sure someone does, but not you personally
>>47140342
CONTACT RAY!
I'm sure he owes us some kind of favor, and I'm pretty sure this guy could teleport his way in from the Astral Terminally Ill ward or whatever to fry a nigga and save best daughter.

And with a name like Ray, he must have a lobotomy ray!

>>47140448
You choose a seperate but equally risky option. You bash the fucker in the skull with you pommel of your sword, causing him to go limp. As he falls to the floor in a puddle of himself, Duncan struggles to stand once more.

"Excellent work, my dark lord. But how will we escape with him, Vanessa, and the three of us in tow? We can't teleport in or out of this building, and if anyone sees us dragging him around they'll sick more guards on us. I mean no disrespect, but none of us are in a condition to fight more."

Duncan is technically right. You need to think of an escape plan fast, before someone catches on.

>Walk out the front door
>Jump out the window
>Try to sneak out
>Other

>>47140511
>>Walk out the front door

>>47140511
>Jump out the window
Vanessa in one arm, fatty in another. Tell Duncan "You're a bright kid, you'll figure something out"

>>47140511
>Go rejoin the workers and have them aid us in walking out.

>>47140511
Jump
Teleport mid-air if possible.

>>47140538
HOLY SHIT THIS
IT WAS ALL PART OF OUR MASTER PLAN AFTER ALL

>>47140538
THIS

>>47140538
This.

Put the body in a rubble bag and carry it out as part of "building work".

Are all the girls still here mind or are they dead?

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>>47140538
You pick up Vanessa and the fat man, and tell Duncan to help the others. The three of them find their feet, and shake off the beating Vanessa gave them. You tell them what you plan to do, and though they seem unsure, they have no better option.

You make your way to the elevator, then down to the floor where your workers are located. You have Duncan sneakily obtain some garbage bags for the two pieces of cargo, and stuff them inside. That done, you approach the men.

They are glad to see you, less so with your bleeding wound, but still glad overall. You tell them it's time to head out, and they agree, packing up quickly before leaving the job half done and messy, as is tradition for a contractor.

You make your way down to the ground floor, and begin filing out. Just as you are about to be home free however, something stops you from making it through the door. You yourself are able to go beyond the threshold, but Vanessa is held inside by some invisible force.

"It must be her contract. She can't leave without permission from someone in charge," whispers Janet.

>Wake up the fatty
>Other

>>47140663
>Other
>Ask one of the contractors or people at the front-desk permission take out the 'garbag' that the fat cat wants taken care of.

>>47140663
Call the ex get her to give permission.

>>47140663
>Other
Our ex is in charge as a board member of the company. Call her.

>>47140663
Changing this >>47140701 to this >>47140702

>>47140701
Try this first, then discretely try the door.
All else fails try this:
>>47140703
>>47140702

>>47140701
Won't work. She specifically needs permission to leave from someone in charge of her. Otherwise she could just ask the receptionist for permission to go get coffee down the block

>>47140750
Ex it is then.

>>47140703
This

>>47140663
Alright, this is what we do
>Go to administration
>Mess with some files
>Make ourselves the de jure CEO
>Give Vanessa formal permission to leave
>She can remain employed with Davison, Goldberg and Dagon the Undying and remain under our employment as it's technically one and the same

>>47140703
You think of something quite clever. You try to reach your ex wife through your thankfully strong connection. It takes a deal of effort, but you manage to get through to her. You tell her what you need, and she is more than happy to comply. If not for one complication.

"Sounds like you've got Goldberg with you. He has a larger share in the company than me. But if you kill him, right there, his shares will be up for grabs. At that moment, I'll be a majority shareholder, and have the authority to let her leave."

You explain the whole 'severed connection = vegetable' situation.

"I know. But there's no other way out without one of the other partners know, and if they know they'll kill her for the thrill of it. Just ask yourself, do you think our daughter is strong enough to survive this?"

You think.

>"No."
>"Yes"
>Other

>>47140895
>Other
"We're toying with our daughter's life here, woman! At least one of us cares about her wellbeing"

>>47140895
>Yes and I'm trusting you on this.
>Stab the Fat bag but in the side ally-way.

>>47140895
>>"Yes"
But get as many healers as we can on stand bye just in case she isn't as strong as I think.

>>47140895
Go with her plan. Without her we wouldnt even know our daughter was in such deep shit due to us.

>>47140931
Not to mention, her contract ties her to the company, which our ex will own. Who can then remove the mind control and restore her normal state.

i'm not even gonna vote on this.

>>47140920
You drop the fat man on the floor, still stuffed in the bag.

>roll 1d100 to decide how he dies

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>47140977
Burnt to nothing. No evidence, no mess, nada.

But do it someplace a little more secluded.

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>47140977
just break his neck.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>47140977
Feed him to the succubus at the front desk.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>47140977
Literally torn limb from limb

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>47140977
>Quick and painless, can't risk him getting up.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>47140977
Let's start with the finger nails, then the 1st knuckles on each hand, and so on.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>47140977
Reduce him to his component elements.
..Somehow?

Rolled 21 (1d100)

We can't risk him clicking his fingers. What ever we do. Remove his hands first. And maybe his tounge just in case. No casting for this guy.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>47140977
Tear his spine out, all in one go.

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>47140977
Wasn't authentic blood pircey these days? Sell off parts of his body to the workers and the company.

>>47141102
HOLY SHIT

>>47141064
You produce your sword and make a slight incision in the bag. You then kneel down, as though to adjust your boot, and fist his backfat, digging with your fingers until you find his spine. You then draw your hand back, and in one fell swoop, dig your fingers into his flesh and grab hold of his spine. You then plant your foot and tug.

His vertebrae hold fast, but you give thema good yank and most of them come loose together. You manage to sever his brain stem as well, killing him depressingly quickly.

Vanessa's bag begins to writhe and wriggle, and choking sounds emanate from it. You set it down on the ground and watch helplessly as she thrashes inside. You can't tell what's wrong with her with the bag still on, but now might be your only chance to get away with her.

>Run for it
>Open the bag
>Other

>>47141141
>Run for it

Get the angel to cast healing on the bag just in case anyway. Every little helps.

>>47141141
>Run for it
>Cast heal and lets goo

>>47141141
>>Run for it

>>47141141

>>47141157
This, obviously

Maybe contact our wife while we are on the run so she can get started asap.

>>47141157
You lift Vanessa back up and ask Janet to provide a little healing. She does what she can while remaining inconspicuous, and the four of you make for the door again.

This time Vanessa isn't inhibited, meaning it must have worked. With that, you make it across the road, and finally manage to teleport home.

cont

>>47141330
Back in the fortress, you and the others collapse from exhaustion and blood loss. The minions rush to help you, and Morgan is among them, ready to receive you.

"My dark lord, your wounds are already tainted by the dark energies of the pits. I must tend to you swiftly, or they may fester."

>"Hurry, I need to be at full strength soon."
>"Vanessa first."
>"Where is Sophia?"
>Other

>>47141381
>"Vanessa first."
>Keep Sophia away for the time being.

>>47141381
>>"Vanessa first."
she's literally choking to death. also tell her about the iron will thing.

>>47141381

>>47141401
>>47141392
Thisthis

>>47141381
>>"Vanessa first."

>>47141413
You tell her to help Vanessa first, and that she has been dosed with Iron Will. Her calm serenity is shattered, and replaced with dire concern.

"I see. Then I will focus my attentions on her recovery." Morgan instructs the minions to bring Vanessa to the medical wing at top speed. Before she pulls up her skirts to chase after them, you tell her to keep Vanessa isolated, especially from Sophia, lest it spread. She nods, and trots away on heeled boots.

Some time later, you find yourself bandaged and laid up in your bed, tired and parched. You are half asleep from blood loss, but too nervous to doze. Eventually, Marigold enters your room with a tray of ice chips and crackers, and approaches calmly.

"My dark lord, you must take water. Please, allow me."

>"I can do it myself."
>"Please."
>"First tell me of the others."
>Other

>>47141508
>"First tell me of the others"
>I can do it myself.

>>47141508
>>"First tell me of the others."

>>47141508

>"First tell me of the others."
>"Please."

>>47141540
You tell her you can handle as much yourself. This seems to disappoint her, but she sets the tray on your lap anyway, and begins to divulge what she knows.

"Lady Sophia has gone into labor. It's uncertain how long it will take, but she is strong. Lady Vanessa is unresponsive, and must be connected to a device to enable her breathing. Morgan is working tirelessly on a way to extract the slime, but she seems distraught by her lack of knowledge. Duncan and Kyle are mending, and Lady Janet requested only a mana drought and a ride home." Marigold looks uncomfortably as the floor.

"My dark lord, I am distressed to see you in such a condition. I feel as though I am at fault for not being at your side. Therefore... therefore I wish to ask your permission to approach Morgan, and allow her to experiment on my body. The Iron Will within me may prove useful as a subject, and save Lady Vanessa all the sooner."

>"You knew about it all this time?"
>"No, I won't trade your life just to help her recover a bit quicker."
>"Very well. Your loyalty is beyond what I could ask."
>Other

>>47141754
>"No, I won't trade your life just to help her recover a bit quicker."
>She'll pull out of it, she is strong.

>>47141754
>>"You knew about it all this time?"

>>47141102
Well... i guess that is what we are doing then.

>>47141797
Marigold doesn't seem happy with this response.

"I trust your judgment, but my offer stands. I promised my life for you, and I mean it." With that, she bows and makes her way out of the room. You manage to put away the bowl of ice chips, as well as a few saltines, then doze off to sleep.

You don't awaken until the next morning, when Marigold enters again, to replace your ice chips and saltines, as well as offer to help you bathe.

>Allow
>Refuse
>Other

>>47141931
>>Allow

>>47141931
>Allow

>>47141931
>Allow

>coment about how this bring memories from your oldself. Before you got where you are now

>>47141940
Marigold helps you to change your bandages, then to wash away the sweat and grim from before. As she does, she tells you about the things going on outside.

"Lady Sophia is still struggling. Morgan worries for the child. But Lady Sophia is confident the babe will be born soon. Lady Vanessa is still abed, and will not move. Duncan and Kyle are already feeling much better, especially after some healing tonics from Morgan. Legion has also sent a message from the front. He has engaged the enemy. With luck, he'll report again soon."

>Ask about something specific
>Carry on with the day
>Other

>>47142268
>Ask about something specific(Vanessa)

>>47142300
You ask for more on Vanessa's condition.

"Morgan reports that the Iron will is quite traumatized. She's having trouble getting any response from it at all. Worse still, Vanessa needs to eat and drink soon, or she'll be much worse off. The best we can do is force her lungs to expand and relax, and spoon ice into her mouth and rub her throat. But it's not enough. If we don't find a way to rouse her in a few days, she won't make it."

The thought of Vanessa perishing so soon after returning home hurts you. You'd rather think of anything else.

>Thank Marigold and get some rest
>Go see Sophia
>Go see Vanessa
>Other

>>47142268
>Ask about the enemy
>Also what type of struggling?

>>47142521
>Go see Vanessa

Uh. Guys. Don't we have something to solve this stashed away in a very strong reinforced magical jar? Ya know, the slime we already have? Seriously, how have you not thought of that?

>>47142521
>punch the wall with all our rage.

Then:


>Thank Marigold. Go see Vanessa.

>>47142521
>>Go see Vanessa

>>47142621
You ask Marigold to help you out of bed so that you can see Vanessa for yourself. As you struggle to climb out, you can already feel your strength failing you. When your feet touch the floor, they feel numb, and your back muscles are hardly able to hold your weight up.

"My dark lord, you need rest. Please, you'll do no good for her in this state, just lay down and I will tend to you."

>Accept
>Refuse

>>47142738
>Refuse

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>>47142738
>Accept

>>47142738
Do i really need to samefag to get a result?

>>47142908
He'll roll a dice when it comes up to writing. No need to fucking samefag like a child.

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>>47142917
Oh okay. Glad i holded myself then.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>47142830
>>47142852

>>47142852
You begrudgingly accept her terms, and lay back down, feeling pain rush throughout you as you do. Marigold pulls the covers back over you and begins applying a balm to your chest.

You lie back and try to relax, but you can't help worry about Sophia and Vanessa. All you can do is rest, sadly, and hope to strengthen enough by morning to move about the fortress.

Your wish is granted, and by sunrise you have power enough in your legs to walk, with some help from Marigold. The two of you rush off to see Vanessa as soon as you receive a bath and a meal, finding her in the medical wing with a most disgusting machine crammed down her throat. You throw Marigold off and limp toward your precious daughter, reaching out to hold her against your chest.

"Good morning, my dark lord," says Morgan softly as she appears in the corner of your eye. "The Lady Vanessa is still not responding to traditional methods. However I have some ideas what might work if-"

You silence her, and tell her to do whatever need be done to save your child. She smiles, covering her joy with her fingers and a dainty turn to the side. However, before she runs off to cut open random peasants, you feel something. Vanessa is twitching slightly in your arms, and you can hear her struggling to breath around the hose in her throat. She is reviving.

>Unplug her
>Lay her back down
>Other

>>47143194
>Lay her back down
>Start too sing or rub her head, however we can too sooth her.

>>47143194
>>Other
Call out Morgan. This is important.

>>47143221
This

>>47143221
You lay Vanessa down gently, and kneel by the bed to cradle her. You press your head to hers and sing to her softly, the same song you used as a lullaby when she was a child. The song that soothed her in the lava flow.

She doesn't move for some time. You start to think it was all just wishful thinking, but soon you definitely hear her trying to breath. Morgan approaches to monitor her, and agrees that she is reviving from the influence of the Iron Will.

Morgan advises removing the machine, but tells you that Vanessa will need resuscitation to begin a steady breathing pattern.

>Order Morgan to do it
>Order Marigold to do it
>Do it yourself
>Other

>>47143376
>>Do it yourself

>>47143376
>Do it yourself

This is nothing like the lava pit, We're on land this time!

>>47143394
Dude, no, our dagther already has a daddy issue. We don't need more of... this...

>>47143428
>Not willing to do whatever it takes for our daughter
>Acting like this will EVER be told to her
What are you a fucking shitty father? Also we don't know if the Iron will spreads to other females or not. So this is the best bet.

>>47143428
We absolutely need more of this

>>47143444
Well your trips conviced me.

>>47143428
She's OUR daughter anon. Besides, she got into this mess just to grow up for us. This is the least we could do.

>>47143376
>Do it yourself

>>47143394
You allow Morgan time to unhook Vanessa, and then, thinking way back to your CPR training in college, close your eyes and breath into your daughter's lungs.

You breath, then press on her chest, which Morgan has to remind you is no longer proper procedure, then continue breathing. On the third round, Vanessa begins taking breath willingly, though barely. You go one last time, and are surprised when her hands spring to life and clasp onto your cheeks. Something warm and wet wiggles into your mouth, teasing your tongue and causing you to recoil. Vanessa's strength is nothing to scoff at though, and she holds you in place for a clean few seconds as the warm, wet thing probes deeper, exploring your mouth.

Finally you pull away and fall to the ground, realizing that the warm wet thing was the Iron Will itself, now wiggling between your teeth. You bite down, killing it, and spit it on the floor before standing again to see Vanessa. Her eyes are slowly opening, and scanning the room. When she sees you, they open fully, and she shoots up to throw herself at you.

"Daddy!"

>Squeeze her
>Hug her
>Embrace her
>Other

>>47143563
>>Hug her

>>47143563
>Embrace her

>>47143563
>>Embrace her
>try not to cry
>cry anyway

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>>47143563
>realizing that the warm wet thing was the Iron Will itself

Dammit QM..

>Hug her

>>47143617
You hold Vanessa and project two years of repressed love into her via your arms. She weeps into your shirt, and you pretend not to weep into her hair. Morgan and Marigold turn red and look away while you have your moment, eventually coming back when you've had your fill of emotions. Rather, when Vanessa, has, for at some point during the reunion she pulls away and stands, staring off into the distance. You ask what's wrong, but she does not respond directly, only in a faint whisper.

"He's coming. I smell him." With that, she leaps over you and bursts through the door of the observation room. You struggle to your feet, and beg Marigold to help you pursue. She jogs with you, following Vanessa's trail of armor, shed piece by piece as she runs.

Eventually, you find her standing outside another hospital room. Sophia's.

>"Vanessa, what's the meaning of this?'
>"Sweetie, you're still hurt, you need to rest."
>"Vanessa! Get back to bed!"
>Other

>>47143631
I don't know what you're referring to

>>47143724
>>"Vanessa, what's the meaning of this?'

>>47143724
>"Vanessa, what's the meaning of this?'

She smells him? What the fuck weird ass statement is that?

>>47143724
>"Sweetie, you're still hurt, you need to rest."

Oh, baby brother, is about to be born uh?

>>47143747
Hey, animal's identify one another by smelling their butts. At least she just smell him normaly

>>47143746
Vanessa sees you approaching, and looks even more worried.

"I can feel it, daddy. Hurry, we have to-"

Suddenly there is a blood-curdling scream from inside the hospital room. You rush over to kick the door in with Vanessa at your side, and behold a room thick with the smell of blood and sweat. Sophia lays on the bed, wailing as she grips at her own stomach. Morgan enters hastily, and tears off her blouse to save time pinning her sleeves. She kneels, inspects beneath Sophia's covers, and reels back in shock.

"The babe is coming!"

You stand by, leaning on Vanessa as Morgan works. Sophia continues to cry in pain, begging for release from her pain, and Morgan goes from doll-like in expression and demeanor to ravaged and tense. You watch as a new life, the spawn of evil and lust, is born into this world.

It's a baby boy.

After a bath, and a quick meal at his mother's breast, you are allowed to hold him. Vanessa begs to go first, cradling him gently as he sleeps. You think she looks truly happy in that moment, until she marches over to the window and opens it. You follow her, curious as to what she intends. Peering out below, you see the training yard, and nearly every minion in the fortress gathered in a huddled mass. Vanessa holds the babe aloft, making you extremely nervous for it's safety as she screams to the masses.

"He is awoken! Behold, your dark heir! My baby brother! I have a baby brother!" she cries, to the cheers of all. "And he's perfect! Perfect in every way!"

>>47144035
I really want to go on, but I'm getting real tired. I'm gonna wrap my other thread for the night too and get some rest.

Thanks to everyone who came, especially after the long break. I hope you come back next time too, because I love you and I love writing for you

>>47144053
Thanks OP for the run and that fucking twist earlier. Sleep well and hopefully see you tomorrow or next week!

>>47144063
Probably next week, child wants to spend mother's day with me

>>47144053
Thanks for running QM! It was awesome to see you again.

>>47144086
>child wants to spend mother's day with me

Uh, you must be a great dad.

>>47144112
It's complicated, but thank you

>>47144181
Ily, happy Mother's Day!

>>47144181
OP confirmed for BEG.

Thanks for running though. I know I'm a little late (it's midnight over here when you run your quest, I just woke up again). See you next week!