Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20190109062748/@comment-36855838-20190110020359

They soon return.

I kneel, so that I am almost level-eyed with the baphomet, but I'm still taller, so I seat myself before her instead.

"Your terms are unacceptable, little goat."

Her face reddens slightly.

"I ask that you reconsider your terms, provide me with a better proposal, and then you may have a deal. I am no tactician, I am a warrior, you must give me a plan of action to follow."

She leaves to confer with her comrades, and I take the moments I have to meditate once more.

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A dark room, my mother's bedchambers.

''My father lies flat on the floor, atop him. . .''

No!

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"Hello in there," a slime was tapping on my nose, her body sat in a basin, frothing and bubbling, she gave off the most intoxicating smell. ..

"Mr. Knight? I have new terms!"

The baphomet shoved the slime aside, and she presented me with a map of the castle.

I couldn't stop shaking, my visions not forgotten.

"So you're going to bring her here," she indicated a corner of the palace wall, "where my harpies will pick her up-"

"That won't work at all," I interjected, "too many archers keep watch from those places, and thirty more rest in wait for each station in case of an attack. I'm not killing innocent dozens for your schemes. Come up with something better!"

She scurried off, and I returned to my meditation.

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Horns, a tail, just as I had feared.

They're both naked, now, and I will myself to move, so that I can see her face, I hope that my father was merely jumped, or a traitor.

''I swivel ever so slowly, and see. . .''

My mother.

As a succubus.

A basket of strange fruit lies beside them, and as mother grasps another and devours it whole, a few wrinkles smooth feom her face, and her hair grows slightly more silky, and full.

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"Oi!"

The baphomet is right in my face, a worried, angry expression on hers,

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Will finish later.