Chapter 15-405: Four Warned, Six-Armed (2/2)

Then she was going to make out with their goddess, HER goddess, the thought of it sending electric waves of anticipation through her.

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Legion looked around at what was basically a narrow, unadorned cave.

Well, unadorned if you discounted all the human bones stacked here and there all around. In a colossal display of boredom, they’d been stacked in a chaotic series of piles Legion identified as arranged by number of teeth, size of molars, and then depth of their occipital ridges.

Bored, indeed.

The Crack hovered behind them, a layered Seal over it that would deny the demons egress, but she could hear faint creaks from beyond. No doubt the sound of services would draw one or more of the demonesses out to have some fun, and to accept any new sacrifices for consumption or abuse until death.

They started forwards, hooves silent as cat’s feet on the stone.

There were raging claw and blade marks on the stone of the walls, but all they’d done was kick up dust and make extra pebbles, no matter how deep they were gouged. This was a Sealed realm for a Banished outsider, and while it would fade with time, that time could be extremely long, depending on exactly what was done to anchor it.

Feeding her Cultists to the Casting could add centuries or even millennia to the duration, for example.

Legion strolled forwards, unconcerned. They were, after all, coming to visit an old lover, and the details of their prior encounters were definitely intense enough to warrant some anticipation.

There wasn’t much here; this was a prison, not a vacation home. The smell of old blood, gore, bone marrow, and bone was evident, but hardly off-putting to the demonic. Ahead of her, the stone corridor, lined in a Chaotic pattern of femurs and fingerbones that was actually a crude form of a Ward, widened out, and Legion paused to take in the scene beyond.

The five demons were sprawled out on a wild collection of pillows and rewoven clothing sheets spread about in an untidy mess, some of them shredded, or mended in a crazy patchwork manner that only added to the messiness of the scene. Discarded shoes and random bones were piled up in the edges of the room, forgotten, while the inhabitants were gathered around a small stalagmite the main character was coiled about, the four lesser laying on or across their mistress, barely moving and likely barely thinking, passing the time and ages in inner meditations that could last eons if required.

Colyxis, the Night Reaper. Nishita, the Blood Reaper. Unguma, the Poison Reaper. Libella Noi, the Dirge Reaper. Black of hair and skin; crimson-haired and ivory-skinned; pale green and brown of skin; and purple-haired and golden of skin respectively. All succubi warriors, only to be expected of a marilith’s personal guards.

Oymixlavitazzrkali was there, as coldly beautiful as ever in her serpentine way. She had stiff dark green hair worn in a natural crest, darkening further to the elegant fine scales of her snake-like lower body. She had scaled accents to her face, arms, and hands, pale skin tinted with green and black, with black lips and nails that would have delighted a goth, perhaps until said goth realized they weren’t painted, and saw the forked tongue flitting idly out between her fangs.

And yes, she still had the six arms, although her famous Sabers were not in evidence.

“It has been so long that you have not even greeted me?” they asked in Rayetizvisha’s voice.

There was a pillow-chopping, cotton-shredding explosion of violence. They were demons, after all, and simply lived on the edge of conflict all the time. An unexpected intruder was only going to be a surprise for the briefest moment before there was a reaction.

Legion watched the explosion of cloth falling down, and then turned to Nishita, whose face was in their palm, one Saber caught in Legion’s hand, and her other wrist wrapped about and held motionless by Legion’s tail.

“Nishita, dear.” Legion’s hand closed slightly as they brought the abruptly-helpless succubus, always eager to charge to the attack, up closer to their face. “Are you asking me to rip you apart by way of greeting? I know you enjoy such matters, but really, dear.”

With a casual flip of their tail, they tossed the succubus up against the wall like a rag doll, earning a shout as the succubus smashed into the stone and fell to the ground, both of her Sabers now in Legion’s hands.

They tossed the Weapons aside, and surveyed the three succubi with wings spread for maneuverability, all of them armed with Sabers, and rising over them, ‘Kali looming ten feet into the air, all six of her arms gripping much larger and irregularly-spiked dire Sabers, each burning with a differently-colored fire.

“Oh, you did keep your Blades, darling,” Legion said smoothly, completely undeterred. “Are you ready to leave now?”

“Queen Rayetizvisha?” blurted out the three succubi, overridden by the sibilant hiss of “Visha?” that came from their mistress.

The marilith zipped forward with the speed of a much smaller being, weaving across the floor up to Legion in astonishment... and not putting down her Blades. “You! Visha! What are you doing here?! How did you get in here?!” she demanded urgently, right up in Legion’s face.

“Oy-Oy-Oy,” Legion said, reaching up and putting a wickedly taloned finger on those black lips, unafraid. “I’m here to take you out. Are you going to make me mad for finally being able to get you out of here, darling?”

The marilith hissed, but still licked the finger on her lips once before withdrawing out of reach. “You came in! That does not mean that you can leave, Visha!” Her sibilant voice was tinged with both eagerness and despair.

“Ah, but I can.” Legion lifted her hands and pivoted around gracefully, ignoring Nishita as the Blood Reaper scurried behind her mistress... and didn’t go for her Blades at a tail-flick warning from Legion. “The Binding Seal is designed to prevent any demon that passes it from coming out, and maintains this cozy little closet you have been living in so excitedly until said demons are gone.

“However, all it sensed pass was this wonderfully durable Amazon host of mine. Perhaps you would like to join me inside her and escape from this place, mmm?”