An army of mamono are invading the town you live in and half of the city along with the people have fallen to the mamono whether they are the ones fighting or hiding. The order made a statement that they were retreating from the battle so they won't lose any more men to the attack the people are now on their own to do whatever. You are one of the queen's soldiers who are fighting the massive battle just when you were about in look for a fight a Baphomet and her comrades surround you. She looks like one of the commanders leading the attack she seems hostile but instead of attacking you she speaks to you. "Hello, there I have heard that you are one of the queens high ranking soldiers I have a proposal for you. We need someone to lure out the queen so we can capture her and turn her into a mamono she is one of the only people who know about the orders secret bases and we need her to talk but she is in her castle that is protected by a magic barrier that keeps mamono out so we need you to go in there. If you succeed with the task you will be handsomely rewarded and we might also leave this town alone but if you refuse well I'm sure you know what will happen we will give you some time to think it over oh and please don't try to escape". They walk away leaving you alone to decide your next action. WWYD?
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.
A dark room, my mother's bedchambers.
My father lies flat on the floor, atop him. . .
"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.
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. . .
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.
The baphomet is right in my face, a worried, angry expression on hers,