>>883695

"See' She says suddenly at my side, a chill running down my spine as I try to stop laughing without looking weird "She's not that scared of me now, at least not as much as she used to be"

She smiles, and I wonder if I should, I mean I want to, just to calm down Iris a bit so she doesn't get too worked up and worried about me. But my instincts are screaming at me, saying I'm in danger, and not the kind I like, the sort I felt down in those catacombs...seems so long ago.

I frown weakly instead, trying to smile when Layla digs her nails into my shoulder.

"It looks like you're holding her hostage" Iris says flatly "Mali, if you don't want to go, just don't, she can't force you to do anything"

"Yes I" Layla begins, as Iris holds up her hand, her eyes cold as she smiles just like her mother.

"Yes, you could" She says happily "But It'd be a really mean thing to do, and it might even make me cry"

Layla's smile vanishes, and she grips my shoulder a little more tightly

there's a moment of silence, as neither of them say a thing and just look at each other. But somehow I feel like I'm stuck in the middle of some kind of battle

What do I say?
[] ...So you want me to help kill the demon? Can't you get someone else
[] Fishing and killing are a little different, Layla
[] Well...I mean, I'm not that afraid anymore Iris, I have a lot more confidence than I used to
[] No, she's right, I shouldn't be afraid of my future mother in law, besides it could be fun
[]Thanks for sticking up for me Iris
[] Uh, are you going to let me talk? Either of you
[]You're both so adorable, but...can I decide myself
[] Yeah, and what would your wife say if you made your baby girl cry
[] No! She let me get my babies to safety, I'm not going to just spit on that act of kindness! She could've just dragged me off!
[]....can I choose where I want to buried first
[] Er, I need to do something *try to flee*
[] Save meeee *hide behind Iris*
[] Well, I mean bonding does sound fun...just don't kill anyone..too terribly?
[] write in

>>883696
>[] Fishing and killing are a little different, Layla
>[]You're both so adorable, but...can I decide myself

>>883696
>[] No, she's right, I shouldn't be afraid of my future mother in law, besides it could be fun
>[]Thanks for sticking up for me Iris
>[] Uh, are you going to let me talk? Either of you
>[]You're both so adorable, but...can I decide myself
>[] No! She let me get my babies to safety, I'm not going to just spit on that act of kindness! She could've just dragged me off!
>[] Well, I mean bonding does sound fun...

Hope you're feeling better HM.

>>883696
>[] Uh, are you going to let me talk? Either of you
>[] Fishing and killing are a little different, Layla
>[] Thanks for sticking up for me Iris
>[] She let me get my babies to safety, I'm not going to just spit on that act of kindness! She could've just dragged me off!
>[] No, she's right, I shouldn't be afraid of my future mother in law, besides it could be fun
Sorry for the delay! I am ready for the tough stuff.

>>883696
>[] No, she's right, I shouldn't be afraid of my future mother in law, besides it could be fun
>[]Thanks for sticking up for me Iris
>[] Uh, are you going to let me talk? Either of you
>[]You're both so adorable, but...can I decide myself
>[] No! She let me get my babies to safety, I'm not going to just spit on that act of kindness! She could've just dragged me off!
>[] Well, I mean bonding does sound fun...

>>883696
>[]Thanks for sticking up for me Iris
>[] Uh, are you going to let me talk? Either of you
>[] Er, I need to do something *try to flee*
>[] Well, I mean bonding does sound fun...just don't kill anyone..too terribly?
Time to unintentional create a theme park in Centil.

I clap my hands on my cheeks and chuckle, now that I get a better look at them its kind of cute, seeing both of them being all stubborn like this. Its just so adorable, I don't know why but it makes my heart flutter seeing them like this, especially Iris. She's just darling when she's acting like this! Wiggling my hips and rump I giggle some more, as both of them turn and look at me, Layla weirdly and Iris with that sweet smile of hers.

"You're both so adorable" I sigh, flapping my wings, as I clap my lower hands together

Iris blushes and looks away as Layla's just keeps looking down at me, her expression not changing in the slightest

"Riiiight" She sighs, taking a step towards me "this is going to be a long day isn't it? Can you try and not be so creepy today? for....thirty minutes at least"

"You haven't seen anything" Iris mumbles under her breath as Layla's ear twitch

"Hmm?" She asks, looking back at her daughter

"Nothing" Iris says, smiling warmly as Layla smirks.

"So, lets get going" Layla sighs, as she begins to walk past me "I really don't want to get the rest of my family dragged into this mess"

"Did she say she wants to go yet?" Iris growls, crossing her arms, wrapping herself up in her wings "You can't just"

"Uh" I say raising one of my four hands "Are you going to let me talk? And actually let me decide for myself?"

"Oh sorry" Iris says, adjusting her glasses as Layla groans

"Oh, Don't worry about it, and thanks for sticking up for me" I say happily

"Well, its what any good girlfriend would do" She says warmly as Layla grabs one of my horns

"Yes, and a good girl friend would also let her mother take a little time to... bond with her" : Layla says, sounding pretty impatient as she tugs my head back

"Well, there's one problem there" Iris sighs, unfurling her wings as she claps her hands together, her lizard like tail lashing behind her "first off, what you find fun isn't what she finds fun, You get annoyed when she gets...er fired up and she becomes a whimpering mess when you get serious around her"

"No" I say holding one of my hands up "She's right, I shouldn't be afraid of my future mother in law, Well besides bonding sounds like it could be...fun"

I grin widely as Iris covers her face with one of her paw like hands

"Uuuh" She whines, making my heart try to fly away again as I feel Layla's fingers tightening around my horn "You're so...you know I'm just trying to keep you safe right"

"Yeah, but she let me get my babies to safety" I laugh happily "I'm not just going to spit on that act of kindness! She could've just dragged me off!"

"Hmm, that reminds me" Layla says devilishly, her eyes glowing in the hallways light "I don't have to wait for your consent now, so come on my...future daughter in law, lets paint the streets red and"

"Mhrrm" A gruff voice coughs "My ladies, my lady ordered me to go with you on your..."

cont


>>883711
Yeah, though whatever I had did make me unable to start lewd bin as I had planned

>>883794
the armored figure of Amelia's guard steps into the hallway, his face once again hidden by his helmet. His eyes burn a hole through me as he looks at Layla and sighs

"Day out" He chuckles "Honestly, I think you two will need a scapegoat and well...I don't want either of you to tarnish her future and this alliance we've been forming, I mean my Lord May be blamed but...so long as the Millers allow my amelia to prosper...I couldn't give a shit"

"Sorry" Layla says bluntly, tugging on my horn to make me follow her "But this is kind of a family matter, you see, private stuff"

What do I do?
[] insist we let him come
[] bring someone else with us
[] Plead for him to help me
[] get excited, and treat it like a day at the carnival
[] Remind Layla that we just need to kill the demon to fix this
[] write in

>>883808
>[] get excited, and treat it like a day at the carnival
>[] Remind Layla that we just need to kill the demon to fix this

>>883808
>[] get excited, and treat it like a day at the carnival
>[] Remind Layla that we just need to kill the demon to fix this

>>883808
>[] get excited, and treat it like a day at the carnival

>>883808
>[] insist we let him come
>[] get excited, and treat it like a day at the carnival
>[] Remind Layla that we just need to kill the demon to fix this

More help is, well, more help.

>>883808
>[] insist we let him come
>[] bring someone else with us
A nameless guard who only exists to die.

Taking Marcus seems like a terrible idea, its begging for him get moralfaggy at Layla which really helps no one.

"Yes, but as a knight and a man of honor I can't really say no to my lady" the knight says calmly, holding the hilt of his plain sword "And I really don't care what you"

"This is a Family matter" Layla says coldly, as she lets go of my horn and suddenly appears in front of the knight, pressing her finger in between the eye slits on his helmet "Private stuff, tin can"

"I insist" He says coldly "I cannot let a few foreign ladies go out into that chaos them"

"Marcus" Iris says calmly, putting her hand on the knight's shoulder "I don't think Amelia wants you to die so pointlessly, or at all. And trust me if you annoy my mom anymore she'll"

"Paint you over the walls like paint" Layla says cheerfully, like a little girl singing a song, humming as she steps down the stairs, vanishing from her daughter and the knight "Come on Mali, we have some bonding to do

I grin and rush after her, laughing. Well I guess this is going to be pretty fun.I mean the only demon I met was half mad with hunger and pretty stupid, and...honestly from all the stories I've heard about Layla I want to see what she can do and.

I pause as the cold air hits my face, as I rush out of the door, hearing gun fire and monsterous roaring in the distance.

Layla is standing on the fountain, grinning with an excitement I haven't seen in her before. Her eyes are narrowed and....even scarier than usual. She's hanging off the top of the thing by strands of magical string.

"KehehehahahahhahahahhaHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA" She laughs,flipping the coin from before into the air, catching it with a curved knife as it comes down, balancing it as her laugh grows madder and madder "KWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"Er, Layla" I say tapping her on the back "You know we just have to kill the demon to fix this right"

She groans, almost growling as she looks back at me

"Yes, but I won't let myself get chopped to little itty bitty kitty bits" She chuckles as she falls to the ground, landing on all fours "I'll just defend myself alright?"

I frown

"Alright" I grumble as I float down next to her and fold my wing up

"Besides, the best way to lure out the leader, is to kill the pawns" She purrs, a look of delight in shining in her eyes

What do I do
[] try and keep up 1d20+agility
[] drop out of mortal sight and try to be sneaky with her
[] Use magic to avoid conflict/try to use my mark 1d20+pot
[] pull the family card to stop layla from killing everything
[] Shrug, and walk through the streets with her
[] agree
[]Pull her tails and tell her not to kill innocents
[]Volunteer to bait out the demon
[] write in

>>883908
>[] drop out of mortal sight and try to be sneaky with her
>[]Volunteer to bait out the demon

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>883908
>[] drop out of mortal sight and try to be sneaky with her
>[] Shrug, and walk through the streets with her
>[] Use magic to avoid conflict/try to use my mark 1d20+pot

Let's try to pacify at least a few of them so Layla doesn't have the excuse. These people are just weak-willed morons, and this is still supposed to be a diplomatic mission.

Rolled 19 + 18 (1d20 + 18)

>>883908
>[] drop out of mortal sight and try to be sneaky with her
>[] pull the family card to stop layla from killing everything
>[] Use magic to avoid conflict/try to use my mark 1d20+pot

I really want to see what the mark can do!

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>883908
>[] Shrug, and walk through the streets with her
>[] Use magic to avoid conflict/try to use my mark 1d20+pot

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>883908
>[] Shrug, and walk through the streets with her
>[] Use magic to avoid conflict/try to use my mark 1d20+pot
Chain up everyone. Any that can't break the chains wouldn't be any fun for Layla to kill anyways.

>>883933
This is an adequate start to the day.

>>883933
nice

I shrug and sigh, I can't really argue with her. I mean we're supposed to get to know each other right now and bond in a nice, friendly way that doesn't involve anymore knives through my skull. Besides I don't think I could convince her anyways, I can taste her blood lust in the air already.

Crossing my arms, I watch her slip through the gate like a cat, clambering over the hastily built barricade, even walking over and grabbing the sharpened spikes jutting out of it.

Hmm, I can't let her get ahead of me or she'll kill people. A slimy cold feeling washes over me as I stop forcing myself to be seen, and with a single jump and a few flaps off my wings, I land next to her.

She sniffs the air and huffs, without a word running down the road leading to the castle. I try my best to keep up with her, following her tails as she turns to a blur of pink, brown and red.


Oh...where'd she go? Oh no, this isn't good. I look around, I could've sworn she...wait did she go through the wall.

....Oh that's actually pretty cool!. Need to learn how to do that, since all the sneaky ways of getting inside places have been getting smaller lately.

Rocketing over the wall, I land ontop of it and slide down, spotting Layla watching a crowd of men beating a guard, their eyes covered in grey mist.

Layla turns to me and with a chuckle asks "Ready?"

"Yes" I say as she stands up, smiling widely

"Hm, Might've misjudged you a bit" She says warmly, but I just lean away as far as I can fro her fangs as we walk down the street.

She begins to raise her hand, holding her knife in her free hand.

I step in front of her as the mob turns to her, and clap my hands.

They look at me as I trace my hand through the air, drawing my mark with all four of them at once.

It glows and burns pink and black in the air.
-
20+18=38= GRAND SUCCESS+ Crit
-

I float off the ground as my magic flows off of me, rivers of constantly changing paint and golden light wrapping around the crowd.

A few of their eyes turn pink and they toss down their bloodied weapons, a monster with a crooked mouth of fangs and a goat like legs trying to throw up as it tosses a tattered arm away.

I see a big mass of hair laughing as it all falls of, and they turn into a little girl, her old body blowing in the wind as I see a man in a dress flexing and laughing. One man looks at his hands, his bloodied blade replaced with a bowl filled with baking things, another pauses mid swing, and looks his bat over with a smirk as a ball forms in his open palm.

I see someone's body rip itself apart, as they turn into a monster, bones and tufts of rough fur growing from their skin as twisting horns rip from their skull, their screams turning to a screech as their face turns to a skull.

A few just walk away and press their backs to the wall.

The one's who's eyes turn black begin turning on each other, screaming and cursing, yelling at each other for the wrongs of the past, chains forming around them and pinning them
cont

>>884012
the ground as they snake through the stone's of the street, some of their eyes turning pink as they try and apologize to their frothing neighbors. I smirk as I few lead themselves away, to where their houses are.

One or two end up gagged, most of the monsters having their mouths chained shut as they begin to drool. One lanky thing with a single eye, helps the barely living guard up with one hand, smiling happily.

The guard stares it down, and begins to lift his blade. I focus my mark on him, and the magic flows into him. He shudders and drops the blade, and grips his skull, screaming

I smirk as the monster looks confused and

Layla growls, as steps up next to me

"Just have to be a kill joy right?" She asks angrily, Her eyes closed tightly, gritting her teeth as she steps through the former crowd "What kind of magic is that anyways"

What do I do?
[] teasingly praise her
[] Try to explain it
[]Try and steal a few souls via my mark
[] Just say some voice taught me it
[] Oh, well...it depends on if the desires are...ya know. Seems most of these ones where good people at heart
[] Oh? scared it'll effect you to hmm?
[] Can't let you go killing willy nilly
[]Kidnap the former monster, now little girl
[] write in

>>884033
>[] Try to explain it
>[]Try and steal a few souls via my mark
>[] Just say some voice taught me it
>[] Oh, well...it depends on if the desires are...ya know. Seems most of these ones where good people at heart

>>884033
>[]Try and steal a few souls via my mark
>[] Just say some voice taught me it
>[] Oh, well...it depends on if the desires are...ya know. Seems most of these ones where good people at heart
>[] Can't let you go killing willy nilly

>>884033
>[] Try to explain it
>[]Try and steal a few souls via my mark
>[] Can't let you go killing willy nilly

>>884033
>[] teasingly praise her
>[] Try to explain it
>[] Oh, well...it depends on if the desires are...ya know. Seems most of these ones where good people at heart
>I promise it'll all be worth it once we kill the demon, and I'm sure Maria will be happy you decided to spare this many people.

Must... Resist... Oh fuck it

>[]Kidnap the former monster, now little girl

>>884038
>[] Try to explain it
Forgot to add this, my bad.

>>884033
>[] teasingly praise her
>[]Try and steal a few souls via my mark
>[] Just say some voice taught me it
>[] Oh, well...it depends on if the desires are...ya know. Seems most of these ones where good people at heart
>[]Kidnap the former monster, now little girl
We need to cure them... eventually.

Shame we spoiled her fun.

>>884033
>>884036
adding
>give the little girl a ice cream and ruffle her hair

>>884056
I'll second this

>>884056
Seconding as well.

"Oh well, I don't really understand it to be honest" I say happily, pushing my chest out as Layla continues to stomp down the street in a huff '"But its sort of my calling card I think...or maybe my soul?I don't know but the point is"

Layla looks down at me as the little girl skips around happily, rubbing her bare, soft arms in total bliss. Her eyes wide with curiosity, she's giving me her full attention, and...well it isn't as scary as usual.

"Oh Well" I say, watching the girl run around with her long black hair dragging behind her as she runs around laughing, wiggling her fingers like she's trying to learn how to use them and she probably is "it depends on if the desires in their hearts are uh...ya know"

I smile as I look around and sigh "Seems most of these ones where good people at heart, hmm?"

"How sickeningly sweet, but good for them" She says bluntly, not missing a beat as she starts back down the street, opening her eyes when she's outside of the crowd and the swirl storm of my magic "I guess, just...don't get "distracted" "

"I won't, I'm already filled up on lust" I sigh as I start to follow her, as I hear silent prayers running past my ears and through my hair.

I frown and chuckle, seems some of them would've given their souls for what I did so...why not oblige them?

glowing pink chains covered in cruel spikes fly from the fading mark, wrapping around five necks, one of them grabbing the new monster.

A sixth starts to trail past me, chasing the new little girl.

I grab it and crumble it up, taking its magic stuff to make an ice cream cone.

She turns around, and can't see me, so I drop into view and ruffle her hair motherly, trying my best not to act like more of a one as she pulls her hair over her eyes, looking afraid.

"Don't worry" I say softly as I push the vanilla cone into her hand, sprinkling it with cookie crumbs and caramel as she stops shaking so much when she hears my kind and soft voice "I'm not going to hurt you, I was a scared little girl once to, but you seem like a good girl, so before I go"

I stick a cookie into the cone and pat her head one last time with my lower hands as I fade from her sight. She frowns in confusion as I laugh "Here's a treat"

"You know" Layla says calmly "I still don't get, if you're a good girl being made to be a slut, or a slut who's just good at heart...or is it all a facade? I'm curious, ya know, because...you do a lot of... well you do stuff that makes it hard to pin what you are down"

What do I say
[] I'm not a slut, I'm just...a little hedonistic
[] I don't even know anymore
[] well, who's fault is that...thanks for making me like this, by the way
[] it'd take all day to explain
[] I'm me, what me means depends on the day
[] Well, I love thrills and feeling good, sweets and treats, dancing with death and a nice warm bath, I also love Iris, from her ears to her tail!
[]Hey, don't ask me, I'm just going with the flow
[] You....really don't like people like me do you?
[] write in

>>884132
>[] I'm not a slut, I'm just...a little hedonistic
>[] I don't even know anymore
>[] well, who's fault is that...thanks for making me like this, by the way

>>884132
>[] well, who's fault is that...thanks for making me like this, by the way
>[] it'd take all day to explain
>[] I'm me, what me means depends on the day
>[] Well, I love thrills and feeling good, sweets and treats, dancing with death and a nice warm bath, I also love Iris, from her ears to her tail!

>>884132
>[] You....really don't like people like me do you?
>[] I'm not a slut, I'm just...a little hedonistic
>[] I don't even know anymore
>[] it'd take all day to explain
>[] I'm me, what me means depends on the day
>[] Well, I love thrills and feeling good, sweets and treats, dancing with death and a nice warm bath, I also love Iris, from her ears to her tail!

Little early for thanks yet. But otherwise this should be a great little eye opener for both parties.

>>884132
>[] well, who's fault is that...thanks for making me like this, by the way
>[] I'm me, what me means depends on the day
>[]Hey, don't ask me, I'm just going with the flow

>>884132
>[] I'm not a slut, I'm just...a little hedonistic
>[] I don't even know anymore
>[] well, who's fault is that...thanks for making me like this, by the way
>Seriously, all things considered, I think my life has improved well beyond my wildest dreams, so thanks for your part in making that happen.
>[] I'm me, what me means depends on the day
>[] Well, I love thrills and feeling good, sweets and treats, dancing with death and a nice warm bath, I also love Iris, from her ears to her tail!

"I'm me" I say sadly, covering my face with my hand before I chuckle and happily continue with a spring in my step"And what me means depends on the day"

"How much you look back, how much you look forward?" She asks, smirking slightly "Or is it how human you are? Hell, do you even know what that means? Because its really quite fucking vague"

"To be honest I don't" I laugh "What me is...is me, and like I said, that changes all the time"

"Look, I'm going to be blunt here" She says, talking with a voice as sweet as poisoned candy "Be honest with me, do you think you're a?"

"Slut? No! I'm just a little" I say leaning close to her, as she pushes me back with the back of her knife, I laugh and purr "Hedonistic"

"Well that's pretty clear" She says, chuckling making me smile happily, as she didn't just stab me in the skull this time "But I was gonna ask if you think you're a demon or"

"An innocent girl trapped in the body of one?" I ask as she still smirks, flipping her knife around as she waits for my answer "I stopped being innocent awhile ago, I'm just...Me, Mali. I love thrills and feeling good, sweets and treats, dancing with death and a nice warm bath, OH an I also love iris, from her ears to her tail!"

Layla chuckles, as I shake all four of my fists and flap my wings

"Eh, You know we do have a bit in common I guess" She laughs "Still, I wish you'd at least...wear something"

"oh?" I ask, realizing I'm posing to show of my beauuuuitful body again "Well, any more than this and it starts to burn"

"....Hmm" Layla huff "that's....ergh"

"Yeah, being a demon is a bit of trouble sometimes" I laugh as we turn down an alley way, covered in bodies nailed to the wall, all of them in armor or bullet proof vests "I'll admit"

"And its made you a little" Layla says, pausing to investigate one of the mutilated corpses, dragging its guts out a she grins "Broken"

"Well, who's fault is that" I say coldy as she continues on, and I chuckle and lean over her shoulder "Thanks for making me like this, by the way"

She looks confused for a second.

"Yeah, you'll fit right in, you're just as strange as the rest of us" She says...sounding like a mother "Just don't hurt Iris, or"

"I've been over this with Vera, Karla, Alex, Jasmine, AND Elizabeth" I say bluntly " I get it, don't hurt her, I wouldn't dream of it"

"Just making sure" Layla says calmly

the air...I smell demonic magic. the charm type. there are some people under his sway here...waiting to ambush us...or anyone?

What do I do/
[] warn Layla
[] watch what she does to them
[] turn us away from them
[] try and break the charm with my mark 1d20+pot
[] Ask Layla why she doesn't seem to want to get Marla back
[] Ask about one of the millers *or Iris as a baby*
[]Call the demon out and call him lazy
[] go ahead, and try to talk with/ deal with the charmed people
[] write in

>>884235
>[] warn Layla
>[] Ask about Iris as a baby

>>884235
>[] warn Layla
>[] watch what she does to them
>[] Ask about one of the millers *or Iris as a baby*

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>884235
>[] warn Layla
>[] Ask about Iris as a baby
>[] try and break the charm with my mark 1d20+pot
>[] Ask Layla why she doesn't seem to want to get Marla back

>>884235
>[] warn Layla
>[] Ask about Iris as a baby

>>884235
>[] warn Layla
>[] watch what she does to them
>[] Ask Layla why she doesn't seem to want to get Marla back
>[] Ask about one of the millers *or Iris as a baby*

Iris please, this is a must.

And after the fun/interesting stuff

>[]Call the demon out and call him lazy

Writing, sorry had to go get something

>>884235
>[] warn Layla
>[] watch what she does to them
>[] Ask Layla why she doesn't seem to want to get Marla back
>[] Ask about one of the millers *Karla*

"Oh" I say holding my right arms out "Theres a few of those thugs up ahead, so"

"Deal with them?" She asks, smiling as I try to think up a way to say no to her "Look, I have an itch to scratch alright? just let me have these ones, okay? Keep it a secret"

I stammer and swallow, unfurling my wings as I weight my options at least how I see them. I know how desire burns and makes you go crazy, I've been feeling that ever since I turned into a demon. Besides, both options are kind of shitty

"Alright, just...don't make it obvious?" I say, leaning against the one part of the wall not covered in blood "Don't need to get into any trouble do we?"

She smirks wickedly, and keeps walking
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lL9MbnR2pJQ
-

"DEATH TO THE!" a man in stolen armor screams, his threat turning to a gurgle as his throat rips opens.

Layla twirls her knife around as something that looks a bit like kelly throws itself at her. She barely moves, flicking her wrist at it.

It freezes up and slams into the wall in front of her, and grinds up it, leaving a trail of blood as its forced against the stone.

Layla holds her hand straight up as the other poor bastards look on in horror. She clenches her fist, its veins bulge and its skin tears before it pops like a balloon.

Layla licks the blood from her lips and ducks as one of the braver one's tries to take her head. Her arm ripples and turns to blood as a scythe swings out of her, held by blood stained hands.

I cover my mouth as the man is impaled right through his spine and tossed into a window, squirming weakly before Layla claps her hands, sparks flying from them as she stares at them.

A bolt of lightning strikes the poor bastard.

I gasp as she gets stabbed through the stomach, and smirks.

Without missing a beat, she turns around as the man leaves the spear in her gut and takes a deep breath.

roll 1d20+will power *the baby story and marla bit are added after this checks results*

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>884385

Rolled 18 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>884385
Oh geez

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>884385

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>884385

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>884385

>>884425
aaaand right on cue...what are we feeling guys? Reroll? No reroll?

>>884431

Reroll, because fuck that guy.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>884385
Can I save it?

>>884425
Guess we're still not heartless, or something.

>>884425
What was this roll for, not letting Layla eviscerate this fuckwad?

>>884447
Nah, probably us not going catatonic with fear.

Re roll?
[] sure
[] no

>>884460
>[] no

>>884460
>[] no

>>884460
>sure

>>884460
>[] sure

>>884460
>[] sure

Roll 1 1d20

>>884452
Yeah, this guy>>884443 confused me for a minute.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>884486

>>884493
Eyyy-oh!

>>884493

HA.

>>884493
The Layla-luck continues unbroken!

The air around her ripples and bends, like a hot day. She opens her mouth, looking sick as I start to hear something odd...something that makes me want to run back home. A sickly green light burns in layal's mouth, as I hear what I can only describe as a demon being tortured or even juiced. That doesn't make sense, but...that's what it sounds like. I try to cover my ears, but I can hear the scream inside my head, and feel the poor things bones breaking as it bawls and cries loudly.

I plug my ears, and tries to just empty my mind, but then I hear the other lust demon's cries in my bones, feeling her pain scratching my insides, even though it doesn't hurt at all. My entire body feels heavy as I see a gout of hell fire fly out of Layla's mouth, as she retches and vomits the unholy flames on the poor bastard.

I close my eyes, hearing the crackling mixing with the pained, exhausted wheezes of the demon trapped inside of Layla.

I squeeze my nose shut when I start smelling, the horrible, rotten smell of someone being roasted in hellfire.
-
20+5= Grand success

I take a deep breath, and feel a comforting touch on my shoulder. I open my eyes, and see a figure made of smoke fading before my eyes. I smile and stand up, adjusting my bra and brushing my hair out of my eyes as I laugh at myself

I've been to hell, seeing one demon in pain is nothing, and that poor guy cooking on the floor kind of....well I've smelled worse. And besides, I've done worse to people, and...well I need to face my fears someday anyways. But its really hard to ignore the feeling of pure terror in my gut.

But somehow I do it, and walk over to Layla, grabbing her hair as she spits up globs of congealed hellfire and suffering

"Thanks" She grunts, wiping her mouth "been years since I did that...remember it being easier"

"Well...I'm not going to ask what that was" I say as I sit down against the part of ....dammit, she's covered everything here in blood "but, are you feeling okay"

She laughs, and crosses her arms, as wings of smoke flow out of her back.

"OOh not scared then" She asks cheerfully "good, I was a little worried I'd have to chase you down and just drag you along"

"No no, I've seen and heard worse" I chuckle weakly as she tilts her head

"Heard?' She asks, her tails whipping back and forth behind her

"Er, its hard to explain" I say meekly as she frowns

"Ah well" She says clapping her hands together "Now seems like a good time to chat, since...honestly I think we both feel a little sick"

"Yeah but that reminds me, I've been wondering" I say happily as I lean forward, holding my head in my upper hands and resting my lower ones on my hips "What was Iris like when she was a baby"

Layla's eyes glimmer as she laughs, and claps her hands together. Yeah, I know this feeling, she can't wait to embarrass her little girl

cont

>>884567

"Well, she was just adorable" She sighs happily, closing her eyes "She'd cry if I wasn't holding her and try to make anyone making too much noise be quite....by screeching"


Layla snorts and chuckles

"We had to replace quite a few windows and... me and the twins were deaf for a few months" she cackles, shaking her head "She was blind until she was three, and....well she could hear well enough she could wander around but before her sight developed she couldn't handle all the noise, so we had to give her ear muffs and keep her in quite places. Which is why she lives in the rafters. She loved it up there, nice and cool for her...Curious as she is now, so it was kind of hard to keep her in one place. Those were a stressful three years. I swear she was drawn into those catacombs where...hmm"

She opens her eyes and looks down at me with a grin "Huh, guess that makes sense now"

"Maybe it was fate" I laugh as I cross all four of my arms "So as cute and adorable as that was, there's one thing that's bothering me, why don't you like talking about her last aunt at"

Layla glares at me and shuts me up as she stands up

"She's a bitch" She hisses angrily "that;s the end of it, got it"

I nod and start to get up.

When that horrible demons smell

"I...can smell you" He hisses somewhere down the street "theiiiif"

What do I do?
[] Confront him, alone
[] Find him with Layla
[] Let Layla deal with it*switch to her*
[] Draw him somewhere else
[] hide
[]Challenge him from here
[]insult him
[] Set my mark, just in case 1d20+pot
[] write in

>>884597
>[] Find him with Layla
>[]insult him

>>884597
>[] Find him with Layla

>>884597
>[] Find him with Layla
>[]insult him

>>884597
>[] Find him with Layla
>[] Draw him somewhere else

As before, it would be wise to get less of the city involved. Some buildings are likely going down.

>>884597
>[] Find him with Layla
>[]insult him

>>884597
>[] Find him with Layla
>[]insult him
>[]you fucking disgusting pig coward who cant even face a puny lust demon head on but has to due to his weakness resort to mortals to try and attack another demon in the vain hope that they would be able to succeed in what he could never hope to achieve on his own. I mean what kind of self respecting demon uses mortals as attack dogs on an another demon? Someone who is so weak that they cant hope to beat even the youngest of imps on their own but have to beg at the feet of mortals for their support!

>>884597
>[] Let Layla deal with it*switch to her*
>[] Draw him somewhere else
>I though they were presents. Why else would you send mortals to a demon?

>>884597
>>884641
>>884646
Man that is a good insult adding it to go with my own write in insult.

Layla grunts, and covers her nose, her cat ears folding close to her head as she glares out into the street.

"Guessing that's the demon then?" She asks, sounding pretty sick, so I take a nice long step away from her, just in case she starts spewing hell fire again "is he Mad I broke his toys?"

"Probably, or he's pissed that I'm in his territory" I say as I walk into the middle of the street, a broken statue lying in pieces all over it as I look around, trying my best not to gag from that awwwful stench "Should be too hard to find him"

"Yeah" Layla, says calmly, as I watch an ogre get pinned to a wall by an unseen force, as its bones crack and twist with a turn of her hand, I grimace as she tosses it down the street, bouncing the poor thing out of sight " I just hope he's a challenge"

"A mortal can not hope to face me, You dare step up to me like a threat, I'll teach you to be humble Lamia" he hisses, as a grey mist flows over the street

"Oh so he is mad we broke his playthings" Layla chuckles, looking down at me as I Laugh

"I thought they were presents" I say shrugging as I walk into the fog and cup my hands around my mouth "Why else would you send mortals to a demon"

He doesn't answer me, and hisses as Layla walk up next to me

"Why aren't you obeying, KILL HER!" the demon roars, as Layla yawns and smacks her lips

"Sorry, Promised I wouldn't" She says as the demon roars in rage, shaking the air and the street under our feet.

And I don't know why, but for some reason, that pisses me off more than I can understand

:You fucking disgusting pig coward who cant even face a puny lust demon head on but has to due to his weakness resort to mortals to try and attack another demon in the vain hope that they would be able to succeed in what he could never hope to achieve on his own" I hiss, my eyes burning as my throat aches and my voice lowers and breaks into a demonic kind of static as I stop through the fog "I mean what kind of self respecting demon uses mortals as attack dogs on an another demon?"

There's no response, but I can feel his anger burning my skin as I laugh and holler, flapping my wings as I lower myself down and practically purr

" Someone who is so weak that they cant hope to beat even the youngest of imps on their own but have to beg at the feet of mortals for their support!"

"Damn, and Iris was worried about me being mean" Layla cackles as the fog clears

and reality ripples and bends as the demon screeches

"INSOLENT LITTLE COCK SUCKING BITCH, I'LL FEED YOU TO A FUCKIN IMP! I'LL REND YOU BODY AND BURN YOUR MIND TO NOTHING BUT CINDER"

And then a black mass flies towards me, too quick for me to see

What do I do?
[] dodge 1d20+agility
[] Match his attack, with my spear 1d100
[] Summon a wall of spears 1d20+pot
[] Encase myself in crystals 1d20+pot
[] Activate my submission aura 1d20+pot
[] use magic some other way 1d20+pot
[] Dragon modoo
[]Grab him and toss 1d20+str
[] write in

>>884738
>[] Summon a wall of spears 1d20+pot

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>884738
>[] Summon a wall of spears 1d20+pot
Nice you used my insult!
Sorry for the typos.

Rolled 19 + 18 (1d20 + 18)

>>884738
>[] Encase myself in crystals 1d20+pot
Oooh, I like this one, personally.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>884738
>[] Encase myself in crystals 1d20+pot

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>884748

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>884738
>[] Summon a wall of spears 1d20+pot

candy cane spears go!

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>884738
>[] Encase myself in crystals 1d20+pot

>>884748
>>884751
>>884755
>>884757
>>884762
>>884763
T-t-t-t-tie!

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>884738
>[] Encase myself in crystals 1d20+pot

>>884774
Given the rolls, I'm not exactly against using both of these, it's pretty cool.

>>884779
True it would be cool if we suddenly became encased in crystal spears.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>884738
>[] Summon a wall of spears 1d20+pot

I wave my spear in front of me as it appears in my hand in a buff of pink smoke, smelling like a fresh tray of cookies. Black smokes twirls with the pink, as rows over candy cane striped spears stab out of the fog.

The demon slams into the wall of tightly packed death and laughs wildly, howling as hi shadows covered face drips with gray rot and wilting hair. Dragging his three fingered hands of the metal, as his black blood drips down them

"Rot" He wheezes, his grey eyes wincing as my wall of death begins to metal

I quickly remember my body's measurements and wave my lower hands down then up, encasing myself in golden orange crystals, since I don't have time to put on my armor before he attacks.

He slides through the spears, the street crumbling around him as I stomp up to him like a golem.

What do I do?
[] make the remaining spears impale him through his back 1d100
[] Smack him with my crystal covered fists 1d100
[] Stab him with my spear, through his scab and rot matted body 1d100
[] Use magic again 1d20+pot
[] Let him attack me so layla can do a thing 1d100
[] summon my armor, and break out, like a beautiful butterfly
[] write in

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>884819
>[] summon my armor, and break out, like a beautiful butterfly
>turn the spears liquid and drown him

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>884819
>[] summon my armor, and break out, like a beautiful butterfly
>[] make the remaining spears impale him through his back 1d100

Lets try this. Be versatile.

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>884819
>[] Let him attack me so layla can do a thing 1d100

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>884819
>[] summon my armor, and break out, like a beautiful butterfly
>[] make the remaining spears impale him through his back 1d100

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>884819
>[] summon my armor, and break out, like a beautiful butterfly
>[] make the remaining spears impale him through his back 1d100

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>884819
>[] summon my armor, and break out, like a beautiful butterfly
>[] Use magic again 1d20+pot Change the ground under him into scalding Molten sugar

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>884819
>[] summon my armor, and break out, like a beautiful butterfly
[] make the remaining spears impale him through his back 1d100

>>884838
uh...so where does this one fit in?

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>884819
>[] summon my armor, and break out, like a beautiful butterfly
>[] Use magic again 1d20+pot

Create a mirror dagger, stab him, and break the blade off in his guts

>>884838
wrong dice

>>884841
Its a missroll, so I don't think its counted at all.

>>884843
and thank god for that.

>>884848
one more 1d100

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>884838
wrong roll sorry

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>884857

>>884864
>>884866
......

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVaWHJuqX7s

I slam my hands together, magic sparks of all colors flying as the demon stomps up to me, my prison rotting from him just being near me as he rakes his claws over the sand that has formed where the cobblestones used to me.

I sigh as I feel my cool, and revealing armor cover me up a bit more, inside this crystal suit.


I slam my hand together again, watching the unmelted spears stab into the demon's back.

He grunts, blood and goo dripping out of him as I shatter out of the crystals like a cocoon, spreading my wings as I fly out.

I hear a hiss, and feel something dig into my cheek. that brain melting smell washes over me as I get dragged and slammed into a building. My flexible, rubbery bones bend and roll, letting me get up without too much hurt.

I touch my cheek, and feel a sting as the skin corrodes and tries to fix it self as by blood rots in my wound


the demon stands in the hole and cackles

"Angels and demons, are poison too eachother, but...us kin..when we fight its a real challenge"

I see Layla's eyes burning behind him, ready to strike

What do I do?
[] Try to impale him 1d100
[] try to break one of his limbs with my tongue 1d100
[] Bitch I have magic 1d20+pot
[] retreat a bit
[] insult him while blocking his blow 1d100
[] Toss a rock at his head 1d20+strength
[] trick him into letting his guard down for layla 1d20+guile
[] DOUBLE ATTACK 2d100
[] write in

Rolled 34, 77 = 111 (2d100)

>>884883
>[] trick him into letting his guard down for layla 1d20+guile
>[] DOUBLE ATTACK 2d100

Well, alright then Mr.Demon

Rolled 48, 2 = 50 (2d100)

>>884883
>[] DOUBLE ATTACK 2d100

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>884883
>I hear a hiss, and feel something dig into my cheek. that brain melting smell washes over me as I get dragged and slammed into a building. My flexible, rubbery bones bend and roll, letting me get up without too much hurt.
>I touch my cheek, and feel a sting as the skin corrodes and tries to fix it self as by blood rots in my wound
>the demon stands in the hole and cackles
>"Angels and demons, are poison too eachother, but...us kin..when we fight its a real challenge"
>[] Bitch I have magic 1d20+pot
Let's cook him till he's well done!

Rolled 17 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>884890

Rolled 77, 10 = 87 (2d100)

>>884883
>[] trick him into letting his guard down for layla 1d20+guile
>[] DOUBLE ATTACK 2d100

Rolled 8, 58 = 66 (2d100)

>>884883
>[] DOUBLE ATTACK 2d100

Rolled 84, 17 = 101 (2d100)

>>884883
>[] DOUBLE ATTACK 2d100

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>>884895
>>884890

Rolled 2, 56 = 58 (2d100)

>>884883
>[] DOUBLE ATTACK 2d100

>You want to know the scary thing bitch? I'm only the second craziest person here

>>884903
They know each other so well already.

>>884901
Pity about this.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>884883
>>884895

So it's 77 and 77?

Guess 7 is our Unholy number, then.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uUqItWD1mpk
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I twirl my spear around as he beckons me forward, puffing his rotten chest out, his ribs spreading a bit as he wheezes out a cloud of rotting fog. I flip him off with my lower hands as I point my spear down.

He roars and stands up, I rush him as he rakes his claws down, dodging my fake strike.

I lean back and slam him with the haft, sending him outside, as the building crumbles and collapses just as I leap out to fight him. I wince, my face burning as dripping more rotten goo. He managed to cut my stomach, but not as badly as my face, it certainly doesn't burn as much. Hell its just a thin scratch really

I swing my spear down, catching his shoulder, the puss flowing from his skin turning into frosting as he rushes me, trying to smack me down with his claw.

before layla appears from the fog behind him, grabs it, pulls it back, and plants a butcher's knife in his throat.

He roars and turns around, tearing her throat open with his hand. He laughs as her head falls back. And she calmly grabs it and puts it right, her wound healing as blood from the still fresh corpses flow into it

He hiss, breaking his back as his torso swivels around and then back again, his yellowed fangs corroding with every breath he takes


What do I do?
[] Turn the sand into a vortex 1d20+pt
[] stab him through his leg 1d100
[] Hold him in place 1d100
[] Slash his throat with my tongue 1d100
[] Try to use cooking or shapeshifting magic on him 1d20+pot
[] throw alchemy dust on him 1d20+pot
[]Just attack him wildly 1d100
[] LAYLA AND MALI, THE PERFECT TEAM 2d100
[] write in

Rolled 88, 86 = 174 (2d100)

>>884946
>[] LAYLA AND MALI, THE PERFECT TEAM 2d100

Bonding experience!

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>884946
>[] Turn the sand into a vortex 1d20+pt
>[] stab him through his leg 1d100

Feel a sharp sting, why don't you?

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>884946
>[] Turn the sand into a vortex 1d20+pt

Rolled 76, 13 = 89 (2d100)

>>884946
>[] stab him through his leg 1d100
>[] LAYLA AND MALI, THE PERFECT TEAM 2d100

Rolled 5 + 18 (1d20 + 18)

>>884953

Rolled 41, 36 = 77 (2d100)

>>884946
>[] LAYLA AND MALI, THE PERFECT TEAM 2d100

I raise my spear and drive it into his leg. He slams his other one into mine, and I feel the bone crack as it bends back. I'm really glad my bones don't break like they used to.

I hold my spear, driving it into the ground as frosting oozes out of his wound as his flesh puffs up even more than the rot in it was. Stabbing the spear in the ground, turning the sand into a slurry of cookie crumbs.

"RUN!" Layla yells, as I realize she's wrapped strings all around the demon while he was distracted with me

I grin, kicking off of him as I pulse change into my spear, the white fog flowing over the sand and pile of crumbs. they begin to swirl, taking the struggling demon with them as they spin around and he curses loudly.

He starts crawling out, trailing puss, frosting and black blood.

Until Layla pulls his string, then he flings out, lifting in the air before slamming into a clock tower's face.

Layla dusts herself off as I hold my hand out, as my spear flies back into it. a piece of the tower falls as it begins to rust and crumble

what do I do?
[] charge and fight the demon inside 1d100
[] Summon a volley of cannons and rockets and blast it to bits 1d20+pot
[]Bend the tower with change 1d20+pot
[]Wait here
[] Make sure my leg is okay
[]Bury him in chocolate 1d20+pot
[] Follow layla, and attack 2d100
[] write in

Rolled 26, 94 = 120 (2d100)

>>884999
>[] Follow layla, and attack 2d100

Rolled 3 + 18 (1d20 + 18)

>>884999
>[]Wait here
>[] Make sure my leg is okay
>[]Bury him in chocolate 1d20+pot

Let Mama Miller take the lead here. Check our vitals.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>884999
>[]Bury him in chocolate 1d20+pot

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>884999
>[]Wait here
>[] Make sure my leg is okay
>[]Bury him in chocolate 1d20+pot

Rolled 2, 45 = 47 (2d100)

>>884999
>[] Follow layla, and attack 2d100

>>885005
hmmmm, anybody got some 20s lying around?

>>885005
re roll?
[] yes
[] no

>>885005
Someone Help, I have not been rolling well tonight
>>885019
Yes Please

>>885019
>[] yes

>>885019
yes

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>884999
>[] Summon a volley of cannons and rockets and blast it to bits 1d20+pot
>[]Wait here
>[] Make sure my leg is okay

>>885019
>[] no

[] roll 1 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>885047

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>885047

Rolled 18 + 18 (1d20 + 18)

>>885047

"Hm" Layla says, looking ridiculous and terrifying in her blood stained dress, the same one Maria got for her on the ship, with all the little kitty face sewn onto it 'Stay here, I'm going to rip his heart out really quick"

I nod, as I feel my leg bone sticking and poking me painfully. I groan and sit down, smacking my leg, wincing and whining as I try to smack my bone into place, thankfully its pretty easy to move my bones back where they should be. Still, I can't believe he managed to break it in the first place. Hmm...well I'll have to sit here for a bit if I want it to heal, not that it matters, but walking with a bone sticking out of your leg is pretty fucking painful.

I look up at the tower, well most of it's gone now, and judging by the sounds coming from it, Mama miller is teaching that demon some much needed manners.

Still, I should help and honestly, I think covering Layla in a bit of chocolate to would be kind of funny.

I hold three of my hands up as I rest on the stone that hasn't decayed yet. Pink clouds billow out of my palm, and fly over to the tower.

they split open a second later, rivers of steaming chocolate dropping down on the fight and the streets under it as I giggle and.

I gasp as I see a gnarled hand reach out of the chocolate flowing down the street, as a green light grows in the middle of it, and bubbles burst around it as the demon curses and insults me somemore.

What do I do>
[] CHARGE 1d100
[] match its magic 1d20+pot
[] Make a mirror, and hide inside of it
[]Try to force it to submit 1d20+pt
[] Change the magic around it into Alchemy and forging 1d100
[] DOUBLE ATTACK 2d100
[] write in

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>885090
>[] match its magic 1d20+pot

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>885090
>[] match its magic 1d20+pot

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>885090
>[] Change the magic around it into Alchemy and forging 1d100
>[] Make a mirror, and hide inside of it

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>885090
>[] match its magic 1d20+pot

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>885090
>[] match its magic 1d20+pot

>>885116

It's best of 5, right?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jghgroHc-AM
-
the smell of cooking rot and burning shit fill the air as I hold all four of my hands up, grabbing my spear as I stab it into the ground and focus the best I can on it, using it as a well to focus all of my potent magic through as flames and grey fumes wrap around the demon's hand as he gets back up, looking furious with one of his eyes ripped out of his skull. Not that it's slowing him down at all.
-
18+18=36
-

A skull forms in his hand, and screams, spewing forth green lighting and grey flames swirled into one hateful lance of magic. I cackle, as my crazy swirl of color begins to sparkle and fizzle as the cooking magic expands, the rest of them flowing around it and merging with it, turning into a massive beam of colors and tempting smells. The demon stares at it, as it flashes in tune with the color of my skin.

It flashes pink, pastry appearing in the streets as the building turn into gingerbread houses. It turns golden, as random knick nacks and statues of me flipping the bird, and massive middle fingers rising from the ground as crystals spike under it. Change flows through the street, leaving a light of itself as it changes and bend things, making the place look even more like a dream, before the swords, rifles and even a few pieces of armor. and fire along the beam of magic. Alchemy spark inside it, making it grow larger as it goes.

The tower collapses as the beam hits it, and the demon vanishes.

Before he rises up, covered in fudge and bloood, hissing furiously, one of his arms turned into a mass of glass

"Bitch" it cries as it rushes me "that'll take forever to regrow!"

What do I do
[] try to butcher it with my spear 1d100
[] shatter its arm 1d20+str
[] Use more magic 1d20+pot
[] headbutt it, Slam it to the ground, stab it 1d100
[] Air of submission 1d20+pt
[] Drop into its shadow and stab it in the back 1d100
[] DOUBLE TEAM HIM 2d100
[] write in

Rolled 64, 56 = 120 (2d100)

>>885178
>[] Drop into its shadow and stab it in the back 1d100
>[] DOUBLE TEAM HIM 2d100

Rolled 17, 16 = 33 (2d100)

>>885178
>[] DOUBLE TEAM HIM 2d100

>Demon thinks that it has forever
>It thinks that it has a tomorrow
>It thinks that it has "In the next ten minutes"

That shit is kawaii.

Rolled 69, 65 = 134 (2d100)

>>885178
>[] DOUBLE TEAM HIM 2d100
>[] headbutt it, Slam it to the ground, stab it 1d100

The middle fingers are a hilarious touch.

Rolled 70, 59 = 129 (2d100)

>>885178
>[] DOUBLE TEAM HIM 2d100

Rolled 73, 78 = 151 (2d100)

>>885178
>[] DOUBLE TEAM HIM 2d100

>After all that you still think I'M the bitch here. You really are stupid, aren't you?

Rolled 82, 1 = 83 (2d100)

>>885178
>[] DOUBLE TEAM HIM 2d100

>>885234
man, you were late, and that is a good thing here.

He swings his arm at me, and I block with my spear, watching it crack as he slashes me and catches my arm. I wince, as the cut in my face burns a lot hotter than it was a second a go, and my legs go weak.

He tries to kick me. But I step to the side and swing my spear like a bat, cutting into his stomach. He grabs on, and refuses to let go of it with his good hand.

I stab deeper, and plunge my spear through him, and he just head buts and tries to bite me. But Layla stabs into his back and cuts his spine open her roars, and slashes her eyes, but she grabs him by the throat, shocking him as her eyes burn with bloody red light. I pull my spear free

She lifts him up and lets go, he stays hanging, his white veins bulging as she slams him up and down like a doll.

She throws him into a wall, and tosses on of her knives at him, as I raise my spear up and slam it into his shoulder.

Ripping himself free, he throws himself at us claws out reached, knife still stuck in his throat

what do I do?
[]cut in half 1d100
[] try and break his skull 1d100
[] Magic is the best tool *what do* 1d20+pot
[] Pin him 1d100
[]hold him with magic or my tongue, or air of submission 1d100
[] Keep working together 2d100
[] DRAGON FORM
[] Ask Layla if she's messing around
[] write in

Rolled 41, 21 = 62 (2d100)

>>885253
>[] Keep working together 2d100
>[] Ask Layla if she's messing around

Rolled 89, 59 = 148 (2d100)

>>885253
>[] Keep working together 2d100
>[] Ask Layla if she's messing around

Rolled 20, 3 = 23 (2d100)

>>885253
>[]hold him with magic or my tongue, or air of submission 1d100
>[] Ask Layla if she's messing around
>[] Keep working together 2d100

Really want to see what the aura of submission does here.

Also, its a good thing Mali has creation magic. It makes destruction a little easier to deal with. I fear for the local populace though.

Rolled 52, 90 = 142 (2d100)

>>885253
>[]hold him with magic 1d100
>[] Keep working together 2d100

Rolled 14, 64 = 78 (2d100)

>>885253
>>[] Keep working together 2d100
>[] Ask Layla if she's messing around

Layla steps back as he swings his claws down, I grab his hand with my upper two, and he kicks me in the stomach. He swings his class arm at me, and I slice a nice cut into it and his leg. He swings it around and I turn my blade and stab it into his stomach. He kicks me to escape, and falls against Layla, who stabs him in his chest, turns him around and slices his throat again. He tries to slash and bite her, and she ducks and weaves, slamming her shoulder in his stomach, before hammering a syringe through his ribs, breaking it.

He wheezes as tries to smack me with his glass arm, spinning his torso around like a top! He smacks my side and I push him back with my spear, as he tries to cut Layla again, and she just avoids his attack.

"Are you messing around!" I shout, wincing as my cheek burns again

"Of course, I'd go trueform but." She says as she leaps up, avoiding pale white hands reaching out of the ground like mushrooms "Legs have their uses!

Her wings appear and she lands up on the roof above us, as it begins to rot again.

The demon leaps at her, and she pounces on him, slamming a rusting knife into his face,

He roars and throws her into a building, and I swear she keeps smirking through all of it.

the demon turns to me stumbling as he tries to rip the knife out of his skull

and what do I do
[] toss my spear at him 1d100
[]Remove one of his arms 1d100
[] HEADBUTT 1d100
[] Firing line of magic 1d20+pot
[] slow him down with magic 1d20+pot
[]run and hide in Layla's shadow before striking 1d20+pot
[] Mirror trick to distract him
[] write in

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>885307
>[]Remove one of his arms 1d100

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>885307
>[] toss my spear at him 1d100
>[] Mirror trick to distract him

Rolled 8 + 18 (1d20 + 18)

>>885307
>[] Mirror trick to distract him
>[] Firing line of magic 1d20+pot
>[]Remove one of his arms 1d100

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>885314

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>885307
>[] Firing line of magic 1d20+pot
>[] Mirror trick to distract him

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>885307
>[]Remove one of his arms 1d100

I snap my fingers, golden lines measuring out mirrors as they weave and turn themselves into the blueprints for them and the formulas for them. The demon huffs and wheezes, cackling like a pot of boiling vomit as he rips the ruined knife from his skull, maggots and mushrooms sprouting from the wound as he flips the crap covered knife in his hands and rushes me. I smirk and chuckle as my feet sink into the mirror under, feeling all nice and toasty.

I fall into the empty, white world filled with mirrors, floating around like I fell into the sea. I grab one of the new mirrors I made, and fall through it. I land behind the demon, and whistle sharply, the demon turns, aiming for my neck as I wave goodbye, and briskly walk into one of the taller mirrors.

He shatters it, laughing and hacking, looking smug until I tap him on the shoulder.

Roaring and raising his knife, he misses me as I drop back first into another mirror, which he smashes with his rot soaked feet.

I keep up this song and dance, and wait until he's smashing a mirror in rage.

Coughing, I make him look behind himself, and raise his fleshy arm up to hit me, but I walk out of the mirror he was breaking.

And with one sharp swing, sever his arm that isn't a useless club

I grin as he looks at it almost curiously, and tries to say something, but all I hear is rage fueled growling and cursing.

And Layla clapping on the building above me

What do I do
[] fight him alone 1d100
[] ask Layla for help 2d100
[] Taunt and dodge him 1d20+agility
[] grab his glass arm, and show him a magic trick 1d20+pot
[] stab my spear through his skull 1d100
[]try to trip him 1d20+guile
[] write in

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>885373
>[] grab his glass arm, and show him a magic trick 1d20+pot

Rolled 6 + 18 (1d20 + 18)

>>885373
>[] grab his glass arm, and show him a magic trick 1d20+pot
hoo boy

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>885373
>[] grab his glass arm, and show him a magic trick 1d20+pot

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>885373
>[] grab his glass arm, and show him a magic trick 1d20+pot

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>885373
>[] grab his glass arm, and show him a magic trick 1d20+pot

Time to make our new mom proud.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>885373
>[]try to trip him 1d20+guile

>>885392
>sad trombone noises

14+18=32= success
-
He swings his arm at me wildly, putting all of his weight into it. I grab his frozen claw, held up like he was trying to stop my magic with his piddly excuse of his. I smile as he kicks and tries to rip open my legs with his rotten and....loose toenail. I wince as I feel his oily blood dripping down on my toes.

He laughs and tries to push me back, breathing his rancid breath in my face, his bloated tongue covered in blood and bits of rocks stuck in it.

I lean back from him and he leans over the gap I made.

"Scared of me? disgusted?" He wheezes as I chuckle

"Not at all" I say calmly as I hold his arm up "Also want to see a magic trick?"

He tilts his head in confusion, until he notices the green sparks in the glass of his arm. I cackle as the alchemy dust I put inside of his arm begins to make it crack and hiss.

"I'm going to make this arm disappear to!" I shout cheerfully as I wrap my fingers around his claws
he struggles to rip his arm away as it glows bright green and

roll 1d20+agility or resilience

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>885419

Rolled 11 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>885419
Oh dear.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>885419

>>885426
You've been coming up big all thread tonight. This should be fun!

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>885419

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>885419

>>885434
Watch him somehow shove the arm up his ass by being such a dumbass

>>885456
Personally, I would prefer us doing shadow or mirror tricks again.

20+6= 26= SUCCESS+crit
-
I hold him in place, unfurling my wings again as I grab his arm with both my upper hands, grabbing his spongey waste with my lower ones as he tries to breath more of his decaying magic at me in desperation as his arm glows almost a brightly as the sun itself

I just smile as I watch the upstart panic and wheeze, trying to fight me off.

"You'll mangle booth of us" He hisses as he tries one last time to rip his arm out of my hand with a rough shove "Let go of me!"

"No" I say as his fingers crack, and break in my hand

I kick off of him, an twirl into the air, looping as he tries to smack his arm off against the ground. It explodes with an earthshattering bang. I feel the shock wave from it and dance through the air, diving dancing and spinning as glass flies around me.

I land on a chimney, and open my eyes.

"Just you" I say tauntingly, as I look down, and see I didn't even get hit by a tiny little splinter.

I hug and run my hangs over myself, my hands groping before Layla coughs across the alley way, and I smack them to make them stop.

She doesn't say a thing, and just looks down at the demons standing in the dust, wheezing as blood drips down his face, his left side a ruined mess. No arms to defend himself with.

Her eyes tell me what she wants me to do, just from how murderous they look
-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Skij_GE9n4

What do I do?
[] toss the demon in hell
[] finish him
[] Let her do the job
[] Force a deal on the poor bastard *What?*
[]write in

>>885465
>[] Let her do the job

>>885465
>[] Let her do the job

>>885465
>[] Let her do the job

>>885465
>[] Let her do the job

>>885465
>[] Force a deal on the poor bastard *Get the kings, wife's soul*

>>885465
>[] Let her do the job

>>885481
he already has it

>>885465
>[] Force a deal on the poor bastard *Get the kings, wife's soul*
>[] Let her do the job

Bout time that song showed up.

Much fun as it would be to cupcake. All the peppermint oil in the world ain't going to cover up that smell/taste.

Still think we should mess with him before we let her do the job. Some sort of silly gag to send him away.

>>885487
Oh, well alright then. Scratch that one off my list.

>>885487
Well, then he doesn't matter at all.

I shake my head, and sit down to watch. Layla sigh and grins widely, her tails flicking back and forth as she flips her curved knife around in her hand and slips down the side of the roof. I run my hand down my leg, and push the bone back in place and sigh, wrapping my leg up in some crystal bands to keep it from slipping out of place again before it heels back up.

Glancing down the street, I see Layla spinning the knife around her thumb, humming to herself as she slowly approaches the demon

"Mortal, don't be so cocky, you are" He says blinking and stumbling back as he gets a good look at her for the first time "The...the"

"Demon eater" She says calmly "But don't worry, I have some standards, and honestly I think your blood will make me sick"

"Hmm, so you'll just kill me then?" he cackles as she laughs

"Well" She says, cutting a deep gash into her palm "Just killing you would be quite the understatement, no see I'm going to show you what gang beating looks like,boyz"

A man with greying hair and a fine suit walks out of the blood dripping from her hand and boiling on the ground

"My love" he says bowing to Layla, as the man in the hood walks out, stabbing his scythe down as a girl around my age leans against him, waving at the demon teasingly.

The demon laughs

"Souls?" he cackles "You're pretty dumb"

"I don't want to eat this one' a woman like Kelly growls "Can we go hunting, vessel?"

"No" Layla says "Thradrick, Jack,Alive, Sitari beat the shit out of him for me, I don't want catch his funk"

"As you wish" they say in unsion as the demon laughs and rushes them

I wince as he loses a leg, and gets dragged down, as more bloodied bodies rise out of the blood, and shuffle to the for brutalizing him, falling into a pile as some stab it, some fire in it, and quite a few monsters bite into it.

Layla looks at me and laughs as the mass off bodies withers over the struggling demon.

And grins

What do I do?
[] run back to Iris, and my babies
[] tell the miller's Layla killed the demon
[] try to fix this place up
[] ask her what the fuck!?!!??!?!
[]Try and steal something worthwhile from the demon's fleeing essence 1d20+Demonic favor *or burn 1 for guaranteed success*
[] Make a joke at layla's expense
[] write in

>>885533
>[] ask her what the fuck!?!!??!?!
>Tell Layla that this was fun
>[] run back to Iris, and my babies
>[] tell the miller's Layla killed the demon

>>885533
>[] ask her what the fuck!?!!??!?!
>[]Try and steal something worthwhile from the demon's fleeing essence 1d20+Demonic favor *or burn 1 for guaranteed success*

>>885533
>[] run back to Iris, and my babies
>[] tell the miller's Layla killed the demon
>[] try to fix this place up

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>885543
roll

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>885533
>[] ask her what the fuck!?!!??!?!
>[]Try and steal something worthwhile from the demon's fleeing essence 1d20+Demonic favor *or burn 1 for guaranteed success*

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>885533
>[] try to fix this place up
>[] ask her what the fuck!?!!??!?!
>[]Try and steal something worthwhile from the demon's fleeing essence 1d20+Demonic favor *or burn 1 for guaranteed success*
>[] run back to Iris, and my babies

Rolled 11 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>885533
>[] ask her what the fuck!?!!??!?!
>[]Try and steal something worthwhile from the demon's fleeing essence 1d20+Demonic favor *or burn 1 for guaranteed success*
>[] try to fix this place up
>[] tell the miller's Layla killed the demon
>[] run back to Iris, and my babies

We have to do our part for the city. It looks in shambles.

18+3= 21 = success so lets do this first
-
Choose 1
[] one of his titles
[] One of his magics
[] a free trait *from a list you usually don't have*
[]an ability *same as above*
[] One of his sins
[] Stat boost

>>885564
>[] a free trait *from a list you usually don't have*

>>885564
>[] One of his magics
Free magic! WOO! WOO!

>>885564
>[] Stat boost

>>885564
>[] One of his magics

>>885564
>[] One of his magics

>>885564
>[] One of his magics
I hope theres either life or lighting.

>>885564
>[] One of his magics

Alright, choose one

[] Life
[] Decay
[] Charm
[] Control
[] Death
[] Sickness

>>885564
>[] One of his magics

Hopefully not one of the disgusting ones.

>>885580
>[] Life

>>885580
>[] Life
Charm and Control are cool, but Life gives us something to bond with Lifa over.

I'll be honest, did not expect to see that there.

>>885580
>[] Life

>>885580
>[] Decay

This is absurd as a dragon breath

>>885580
>[] Life
Time for that golem.

>>885580
>[] Life

>>885580
>[] Life
Unexpected magic is go

>>885586
Remember, he did bring amelia back from death when she was born

>>885592
Fair point. And I guess it makes sense if he went into Decay/Sickness subschools. I feel like mastery of Life would be required.

Alright
life has been chosen
adding to sheet
AND
writing finale update

>>885592
Wouldn't death also do that since he used the queens fading life energy?

I stand up as a black mist rises up to me, rushing towards the castle. I stick my hand into it and yelp as I pull it back out, since I swear something bit me. I hold my hand up, nursing it as I see a nasty looking bite mark in my palm. Before faint red strands work their way through my skin, slowly repairing and replacing my missing skin and flesh.

"Huh" I say as I peek over the edge of the roof again, seeing the demon still trying to claw himself free as the walking corpses rip him apart, while Layla and the four...normal ones look at him almost boredly

"Oh, hey Mali, go tell the family I killed the demon" She says chuckling as she spots me again "Cause I want to watch this"

"Layla....What the fuck!?!!??!?!" I shout as she frowns and then smiles again, clapping her hands together

"this is a part of my legion, the army of souls I've devoured and trapped inside of myself" She says quickly "Most of them are rather...well broken and messed up, a few are my familiars I guess, Like Thradrick here"

"the vampire who's blood turned her" He says proudly as he smirks at me "and the former Brausr"

"Or me an alive" the reaper says calmly "Mages who...couldn't kill her, I mean I gave myself gladly but"

the little girl glares at layla, without saying a word

"Oh shut it you mute" Layla chuckles "And sitari"

"Couldn't eat her, and...pushed her into true form for the first time" She says proudly as layla nods

"Uuuuh?" I say tilting my head "I...I uh, I don't"

"Go tell everyone we saved the day" She says waving me off "and stop distracting me from my fun"

I nod and begin to limp to the other side of the roof, and....Oh no did we do all of those. I look over the ruined and magically messed up part of centil and wince... I can't just leave it like this right?

I mean it won't take me long to fix this right? I smile and crack all twenty of my knuckles as I head to work
-
Several hours later
-

I stumble back into the castle yard, and see Iris flipping through the tome of hungered knowledge

"Ah" I pant, still tired from all the magic I just used and the fly back over here "Iris, your mum killed"

"I know" She says softly "She got back here a few hours ago, she actually seemed a little worried...I think...so were have you been"

"Fixing the city" I say as I walk over to her and fall against her, closing my eyes...she's so warm and soft

"I thought it'd be something like that" She says sweetly, running her hands through my hair as I relax and nuzzle against her "is there anything I can do for you, my sexy hero?"

"Yeah" I yawn as I hug with all four of my arm "get me to my babies so they know mama's alright"

"Alright" She says happily "Just...try not to move too much, because its already hard enough for me to carry you everywhere...and teleporting is a little difficult with more than one person"

"Mmm" I mumble, falling asleep in her arms

And we'll end here
I've archived
and will answer questions

>>885606
Yes, but you need life for sickness, and doing that would've made amelia a...not human. if that makes any sense. There wouldn't have been any growth, if that makes sense.

This was a pretty 10/10 thread. Thanks for running HM.

>>885624
Great thread as always HM, thanks for running. I'm so glad we got to see more of Layla!

>>885624
Great thread HM. I look forward to next week! It's time to spend some time with our family! Here's to getting Lifa/Galina/Maya/Alith's POV! They all should be a treat.

Things we have to do now should probably be...

>Meet rage demon in hell
She has been waiting...
>Meet the fallen angel that is watching us
How else will we level up our girls
>Go on a family adventure(s) in Centil's swamp/forest and get the girls some levels/Lifa her sin
Want to do both since I'm sure people like Galina and Alith might not like the swamp, while Maya and Lifa will thrive. Got to include everyone
>Level up Iris
Tasty monster treats! And she's underutilized and should fight a bit more. Especially with that spell list.
> Get to offering Amelia immortality
I think she'll reject it, but a deal is a deal

The hilarious thing is. Layla was still covered in chocolate at the end of the battle. I can't tell if Maria loved it or hated that the dress got ruined.

That and I think Mali prrrroooobably got away with one there.

>>885637
Also talk too and visit mama lust.

>>885637
Yeah, very messy chocolate covered in dirt

>>885637
oh
and finish the LEWD BIN

>>885624
So can we finally make food that would satisfy Kelly and make actually nourishing blood for Iris? Also, would our magic qualify us enough to be a demon surgeon? Not really pushing to be such a thing though.

>>885643
Excellent point. I think it would be really nice to have a quiet heart to heart with Mama Lust. Mali could use the extra love.

>>885644
And yet, she is probably still cleaner that Lifa on a good day.

Speaking of, I can't wait to show Lifa that we have life magic now. Hell, I bet she found a way to top Layla just by wandering the castle today. Much to Galina's chagrin.

I'm actually quite curious as to the possibilities that Life magic will have with our current list of magics and what subschools we can get.

But not before Earth and Music Magic.

>>885650
To be fair, that one is your own homework. The rest is anon's homework.

Are we going to do that little side thread with the girls next week?

>>885655
ooof, made a mess of that while piecing this together.

>Meant to say
And yet, she is probably still cleaner that Lifa on a good day. Hell, I bet she found a way to top Layla just by wandering the castle today. Much to Galina's chagrin.