Young Demon Familiar Quest 8

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>[]Follow my nose and look for some lust 1d20+ senses

I look at all the sparkling, magical lights glowing just out of my reach, grinding my teeth as I try to figure out how to get over this fence or down it. I tilt my head, and try to climb it again, closing up my thoughts as I pull myself up it and let myself fall off the other end, hitting the wet grass with a thud. I rub my butt, trying to make it stop hurting as I stand up and pull my pants up so they don't end up staying on the ground.

I start to walk down the hill, thankfully, I managed to land pretty close to the stone path leading into the town. Now, I think as I walk down it, idly running my hand down the edge of my cleaver, careful not to cut myself with it as I stop half way down it, taking the time to pick a leaf out my hair, What do I do to get some sin?

there's so many ways I could do it, and ruin some souls, and I'm pretty sure I can't just go back the Brausr's choice again.Though that "Special" Honey of mine would be a pretty prime choice for some soul ruining.

How else could I do it though? it all depends on what they're lusting for right? So I just need to figure that out and then I'm golden.

And hope it isn't...normal lust. I shake my head and sigh, I'm sure Big sis would know what to do, probably in exchange for something....wait, she sort of opened a door the last time I saw her, and went into it. Maybe if I can figure out how she did that, I can find her and ask for some advice.

I flip my cleaver around and stuff it in my pants, scratching my head and my chin as I cross my two lower arms. Now....she moved one of her tentacles like she was opening a door.

So if I just hold my hand out like this and turn...
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20+7= 27+crit= FANTASTIC SUCCESS
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cont

Something burning hot touches my skin, and I pull my hand back, my skin turning back to it's plain milky white color as I rub it. I blink and look at it, wiggling my fingers as I realize it doesn't hurt.

And when I look up, there's a door just standing there in the center of the road, steaming and...writhing like it's alive and breathing.

It's wrapped in chains and burnt and shrunken leather bands, like the ones on an old saddle or belt.

Flowers and pictures of beatiful men and women...oh..oh? I blush and stop looking so closely as the door's handle, shaped like an outstretched hand slowly turns itself, and the door creaks open, dirt and ashes falling out of it as an empty darkness opens up behind it.

And slowly, eyes of all sizes open, one by one, and turn toward me, with various expressions. the ones farther away look at me with hatred, disdain and apathy. And the ones up front almost look worried and happy at the same time.

The shadows ripple, and fingers, human hands push through it, in all colors, one even looking like me when I'm all colorful. Some have claws, others just long nails, but all of them look...normalish?

what do I do?
[] ask for advice?
[] grab one
[] walk in the door
[] close it and walk very fast away from it
[] Eh?
[] get a little scared
[] write in

>[] walk in the door

>[] ask for advice?

>[] ask for advice?

>[] ask for advice?

>[] Eh?
>[] ask for advice?

>[] get a little scared
>[] walk in the door

>[] Eh?
>[] ask for advice?

I stare at them as the hands keeping reaching out for me, and try to grab at and pull my borrowed pajama's. I step back watch them pull down as they grab at where I was just before. The eyes up front glare at me, and the hands reach out again, shoulders coming with them as they try to grab me again, to pull me into the door, and whatever is in all that darkness.

I cough and they stop, freezing and drooping down like broken puppets.

"Uh, do any of you know anyone way I could corrupt a mortal, or maybe a few more?" I ask sheepishly as the shadow's ripple with laughs and giggles, all sounding teasing, but all of them sounding different "I'm a bit stuck on ideas right now and could use some advice"

"Oh, poor thing, doesn't even know how to work their hearts"One voice mummers "just steal them away and...oh but you're too small for that aren't you"

"Most mortals don't have any lust for things that look like you" A much gruffer voice growls "so you'll have to force them or do it the boring way"

"Oh a few souls taken without fun would be perfect, less chance of her getting caught, before she can blossom fully" another giggles "Besides look at her, does she look like she could handle that"

"Most imps can't" another chimes in, sounding sad "Maybe she could just get some souls here, easier that way"

"She could also eat the lost ones" Another mumbles

"Oh but where's the fun in that" Another growls
"Listen just get souls, doesn't matter how you do it"

"You could try possessing a nice piece of ass and...you can posses mortals right?"

"Just give them things until their soul curdles"

"Bite their necks"

"Are you an idiot or something, at least you're cute"

"Right, she is adorable isn't she"

"Looks so soft as well"

"Bet she'll be a wonderful sight when she becomes a true demon, if she does"

"Well she needs help with that, obviously she's inexperienced"

"Don't think she hasn't..had it yet"

"Why is she wearing mortal clothes, how can she stand it"
cont

"oh quite brother, mortals would notice her if she wasn't, what with how they've changed the last couple of generations... even more so than before"

"Still must be hell"

"Oh but she's so cute in them, if she was a little bigger it would work wonders"

"Why is she just standing there? should she...I don't know, be doing her job?"

"She doesn't know how to do it darling"

"Oh the poor thing"

"Wonder how she survived this long, so close to something so nasty"

"Must be a clever little thing, come on, the mortal world won't do you any favors, come home for a while, maybe then you'll learn"

"Stop drooling like that, you'll scare her"

"Oh it's not like i'm off gluttony"

"But she is inexperienced, she needs advice, not...you know"

"Lies and slander"

I blink as the voices continue to talk, argue and a whole bunch of other things

What do I do?
[] go into hell?
[] Ask if they know any good place to ruin a few souls
[] Ask them what they're talking about
[] close the door
[] ask if they saw big sis anywhere
[] You're not helping
[]tell them how I got my other souls
[] try to act...demony
[] write in

>[] ask if they saw big sis anywhere
>[] You're not helping
>[]tell them how I got my other souls

>[] ask if they saw big sis anywhere
>[] You're not helping
>[]tell them how I got my other souls

>[] Ask if they know any good place to ruin a few souls
>[] Ask them what they're talking about
>[] ask if they saw big sis anywhere

>[] You're not helping
>[]tell them how I got my other souls
>[] Ask them what they're talking about
>[] ask if they saw big sis anywhere

>[] ask if they saw big sis anywhere
>[] You're not helping
>[]tell them how I got my other souls

>[] ask if they saw big sis anywhere
>[] You're not helping
>[]tell them how I got my other souls

Okay, the Lust sisters and brothers giving us advice is cute as hell.

"None of that is really advice, or at least any I could use, You're not really" I say, pausing as they eyes go cold for a second, watching me for a second as I fold my wings over myself and look away from them "Helping...so have any of you seen...one of our kindred around, purple, flowing grabbing hair, tentacles below her waist and"

"Big sis?" All of them asks, the light and curious joy fill their eyes as grins of pearly white and black teeth and fangs fill the blackness as they laugh "Of course we have"

They all stop for a moment, and a few of the eyes close, or the owners back away.

"We know her, but...you can't rely on her forever can you" A sweet voice sighs "Besides, you're already in her debt, she may be nicer than most of our kin, like the rest of us, but that doesn't mean she will forget a bargain"

"Especially one that you can't fulfill at your current size" another, manly voice sighs tired eyes staring down at me

"How do you know about that?" I ask tilting my head and crossing my arms as my wings wrap around me a bit tighter, almost like they're trying to protect me

"She told a few of us" the voice replies flatly "Besides, you need to be independent, else you'll be eaten up"

"or burned"

"Or enslaved by something not as nice as your mortal owner"

"Or lulled into an endless sleep"

"Forged into a weapon, the list goes on and on" a creaking voice, sounding almost like old boards getting stepped on "Look, we might...might be able to help you somehow, if you give us a bit of an idea on how you got this far"

"Food" I sigh, scratching my head, as they eyes once again go cold "Well I mixed some special honey in with some gi...mortal's food, and that made them a little...wild, gave me their souls easily, it's just...well another of our kin is keeping me out of that particular hunting ground"

"Hmm, that's simple" A voice giggles "Get some of that honey on ones in the throws of passion, make a bargain, just get it into them"

cont

"And you just need the souls anyways" Another one yawns "Sure it's easy to collect them but...you're not equipped for that right now, from the smell of you"

"Yep, smell oh so like the pure and innocent, nearly sinless, except for the souls you've already swallowed up" another giggles "maybe you could ruin some fresh ones? there's a place for that right, where the unwanted spawn are left"

"Or you could go to our favorite feeding spot"

"Or get revenge" a voice not from the door growls from nowhere

"Endless possibilities, they just seem more threatening because you're so small"

"...you can blend in with them and make food, I'd say sell it, but...that would attract attention of...disgusting things"

"Gluttons, coffers, and those who pine"

"Just find some dead ones if you don't want to deal with the living"

WHat do I do?
[] go the orphanage
[] try to trick them into helping me 1d20+guile
[] go to the "Love" motel
[]steal a cart
[] go back to my old home
[] find some dead people
[] visit the warf, and the bars and shops on it
[] write in

>[] go to the "Love" motel
Best way to get good fast.

>[] visit the warf, and the bars and shops on it

>[]steal a cart

>[]steal a cart
Project lewd ice cream truck is a go!

>[] go to the "Love" motel

>[]steal a cart
>[] visit the warf, and the bars and shops on it

>[] go to the "Love" motel
start with the basics, hell maybe we could sell the honey there not that we really need money, strike a deal with the hotels owner maybe?

>[] visit the warf, and the bars and shops on it

>[]steal a cart
>[] visit the warf, and the bars and shops on it

>[]steal a cart
>[] visit the warf, and the bars and shops on it
>regular motel

This is going to result in us getting attacked by another demon. Can we please just go somewhere to get a few souls before we end up eaten?

Chances of another demon in the love motel are pretty damn high.

>[] go to the "Love" motel
This is the fastest way to get big, and I dislike our chances on the open streets as easy prey.

Lust demons are far more friendly than just about any other type.

>This is the fastest way to get big
Also boring as hell.

>[] visit the warf, and the bars and shops on it

We can branch out when we're not easy prey for every demon, magus, priest or non scrub monster in the city.

>when we're not easy prey
Tell that the gluttony demon we ate.

if the idea is to make a food cart of some sort... we could just set it up near the "love" hotel when it comes time to start production... yeah set it up as a promotional event for a new sweets shop (probably a lie, but maybe we'll actually do it who knows.), offer lots of chocolates.

Which was a scrub that we barely beat. We're still getting out in the open where everyone can see us. That's a really bad idea especially with our unnatural aura.

>priest
kek
Good luck finding a priest in Laylas city.

"Thank you all" I say, smirking as I get a bit of an idea forming in the back of my head, now I'd be noticed a bit to easily in the more...active parts of town, but the warf and piers...well I'm sure those places are a wonderful...hunting ground? "I'll be going to do my job them, thanks for the advice...brothers and sisters"

they giggle, saying nothing as they reach out and push my back, a few of them grabbing the door and pulling it closed as chains and leather wraps around it as it slowly just...vanishes into nothing, disappearing without so much as a dent left in the road.

So I'll have to go close to the sea. I unfold my wings from around myself, and start to jog so I can get to flying. And then what? I'm sure most people wouldn't trust a little thing like me peddling honey. Maybe I could trick them somehow, or do it...more sneakily.

I sigh as the wind lifts my hair up, touching my face and chest like a loving kiss as I fly up higher into the oh so lovely and warm night sky.

Well I can figure it out when I get there then, shouldn't be too hard to figure out when I do.

It's quite up here, almost peaceful, but it's boring, really...really boring. But I'm going to have some fun soon, aren't I?
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I feel coldy sharp, like I'm aware of everything around me as I fly closer to the cost, and taste the salt on the air.

Now..now. I rub my chin with one of my upper arms, keeping the other three crossed as a I land on a rickey old roof top and sigh as I stare out at the ships, new, old, magical and mechanical, as and old ruster weather cock spins next to me.

I sit down, an old crone with long sharp teeth sitting next to my, chewing on a bone. She glances at me, her one eye glowing with hunger before she tilts her head and shakes her head.

"Hunting as well then, little one? well I'll leave a fellow predator to her business" She giggles, as she hops down into the alley way, moving like a girl my old age.
cont

conversely any priest that's actually survived in Brauseburg is probably really fucking tough though, but I bet they would probably have bigger fish to fry.

They also wouldn't risk discovery to accost a imp.

She clings to the edge, with long boney fingers wrapped in what I hope is pork skin.

"I won't tell anyone about you, I smell the hunger around you, so dark and thick it's seeped into your soul" She cackles, her teeth looking like old knives as she grinds them together "so long as you do the same for me"

And she leaves, leaving me feeling a little...afraid to be honest, she left a chill in my back. And for once I'm glad people seem to tell something's off with me at just a glance, besides the horns and wings...and the extra arms, and my beautiful looking skin...and my annoying tongue.

I shake my head, stop it Mali, you need to focus on your work at hand.

What do I do?
[] trail the woman 1d100
[] Go to the piers, and make a deal with sirens
[] follow a drunk down the streets
[] break into the house I'm sitting on
[] go into the bar across the street
[]Start singing and looking innocent.
[]write in

>[] go into the bar across the street

>[] go into the bar across the street

>[] go into the bar across the street

>[] go into the bar across the street
>[]Start singing and looking innocent.

>[] break into the house I'm sitting on

>[] go into the bar across the street
I was kinda hoping we'd get to steal a cart and then sell summoned food here.

>[] break into the house I'm sitting on
>[] follow a drunk down the streets
>[] go into the bar across the street

>[] go into the bar across the street

> []Start singing and looking innocent.

So I look across the street, so I don't have any chance of seeing whatever that old woman was anytime soon. there's a dock with an old cart parked outside of it, with an old looking man selling a couple of bandage covered and hooded figures what...looks like fish. I could take it...but there's too much attention on it, and besides, I don't want to be a thief just let...I might change my mind later, not sure, my morals are already shot to pieces anyways.

So what else is there. I look a bit to the left, and see the front of a ship slammed into the harbor, stained red...and I don't think it's from die or paint. It has a tatter flag flying from it, that doesn't look like it's from brausrburge...huh. Must be from one of the countries out of it. But what's it doing here.

I hop off of my perch, and glide down to the front of it. The sound of drunks struggling to sing and laugh fills my ears as I look up at the sign. It's a sire with her bare chest pushed forward, holding a sign that reads "Siren's rest"

I shrug. Well this place smells like it's ripe with sin...shouldn't be hard to do my dirty work here and be on with my night right?

The doors are covered in seaweed, and a few teeth. I push them open with out a second thought, and walk inside, smelling fish, liquor and salt. And it smells horrible but...good? it's still not a very pleasant smell at all. I cover my nose and walk a bit forward. The place is filled with drunks, a few of them clearly human, and a couple on the way between man and monster. They're all sitting at old tables, singing and laughing as they drink their beer, chains keeping it in their hands, wrapping around and hooking them to their necks.

I frown as I walk past a lanky thing sitting on the edge of a couch, watching me like a hawk. Most of the people here are already going to hell.

There's a few of them without the chains around them, but out of the thick crowd, they're a handful.

cont

What do I do?
[] go up the barkeeper
[] Sneak into the back 1d100/ none if you spended favor to be unseen
[] Spend favor to go unseen
[] Join in on the singing
[] walk up to one of the "pure" ones, and start talking
[]Start turning things into chocolate 1d20+potential
[]Pretend to be lost
[] write in

[] Join in on the singing
[] walk up to one of the "pure" ones, and start talking

>[]Pretend to be lost

>[] go up the barkeeper

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>[] Sneak into the back 1d100

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>[] Sneak into the back 1d100/

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>[] Join in on the singing
>[] Sneak into the back 1d100

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>[] Sneak into the back 1d100

>[] Join in on the singing
>[] walk up to one of the "pure" ones, and start talking

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>[] Sneak into the back 1d100

And most of them are drinking their sorrows away at the bar, behind all of the drunks dancing around like idiots. I sigh and look behind me, almost thinking about leaving, since I'm really not sure if this is worth it.

And then I remember why I came here, for a bit of fun. I smirk as I watch one of the one's who still has his soul? watch kind of chubby blond barmaid walk over to him with his drinks, well he's watching her behind.

And she walks back into the back of the shop, trying to go as fast as she can to avoid look at the red face idiot.

Guessing that's where the keep the drinks. I look around as she vanishes through the door, and I realize, no one has noticed me, besides the thing watching me from the couch, and he doesn't seem very talkative.

So I walk over to the edge of the bar, away from all of the partying drunks, and I slowly walk over to the door in the back. The bar keeper turns, and starts pulling on an old moldy rope. And I try to catch my heart and calm it down as I go back on my way.

I glance at the bar keeper, as he struggles to pull a bottle from the rope, a thing with it's skin stretched blank over its face growling at him with teeth just like big's sis.

I giggle, and nearly skip past him, pushing open the worn door to the back. The room is dark, and filled with barrels and dusty bottles.

Quite a few of them broken over aged stains on the ground.

And in the darkness I can hear the barmaid whimpering. My heart hurts for a moment, before it goes dull.

What do I do?
[] Mess with one of the kegs *ale, whiskey, wine or Gut rumbler?) 1d20+ potential *and what you want to do with them*
[] Heeey, girl. I could make this life all the better for you...just take my hand, and make a deal with me, okay?
[] Make her a plate of sweets 1d20+potential
[] try to knock her out
[] wait for an order to be put in
[] write in

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>[] Heeey, girl. I could make this life all the better for you...just take my hand, and make a deal with me, okay?
>[] Make her a plate of sweets 1d20+potential

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>[] Heeey, girl. I could make this life all the better for you...just take my hand, and make a deal with me, okay?
>[] Make her a plate of sweets 1d20+potential

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>[] Make her a plate of sweets 1d20+potential

Rolled 13 (1d20)

[] Mess with one of the kegs *ale, whiskey, wine or Gut rumbler?) 1d20+ potential *and what you want to do with them*
Ale, add honey to it

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>[] Heeey, girl. I could make this life all the better for you...just take my hand, and make a deal with me, okay?
>[] Make her a plate of sweets 1d20+potential

Make a contract with me and become a Mahou Shojou! /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼

Spend favor?

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>[] Heeey, girl. I could make this life all the better for you...just take my hand, and make a deal with me, okay?
>[] Make her a plate of sweets 1d20+potential

Yes

Yes please

You just had to mimic QB and call the curse of Homura on us.

yes

Sure

Okay then...

Thanks for rolling away all the bad dice user.

Yes

"Heeeey" I purr, I can hear myself, my voice is as sweet as honeyed milk, and about as soft as it goes down "Girl"

The bar maid looks up from her hands, tears still flowing out of her plain brown eyes, her slightly pig nose red from embarrassment like a beaten behind. Her face is shiny from how much she's already cried. my heart twinges again, and gets swallowed back up by lust and barely restrained joy.
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She glances over at where I'm standing in the shadows, she can't see me, but I can see her quite easily. I start to walk up to her and hold my hand out.

Pink mist flows from it, hanging around my hands in clouds, as a plate forms from nowhere, covered in worms. She backs away slightly, gasping and looking nervous.

I glare at the worms, and the mist washes over them again, and they harden and mold together in the vague shape of cookies...that are breathing. I sigh and focus again as I step foward, the magic finally working leaving me a plate of cookies that I hold out to the girl.

"What...what are those" She asks meekly "Wha..who are you"

"Oh these are just cookies" I say, eating one in a single bite, wincing at how bitter the chocolate is "a little bitter, but hey anything is better than nothing, want some"

She looks around, squinting to see me as she cautiously waves her hand over the plate, trying to feel for what she "thinks" she saw on it before.

She says nothing and scoots away from me.

"No..I just ate and I..don't need anymore" She says sadly, rubbing her gut "I just...I have to"

"Work" I ask, creeping closer to her, unfolding my wings "but why, you hate it here, don't you?"

"I need the money and...boss said I can't leave since he owns this part of town" She say sadly, oh I bet he would be singing a different tune if Mrs Layla heard him lying so boldly.

"Does he now?" I giggle happily as I climb up next to her, eating another cookie "doesn't look like he's the brausr"

cont

The girl opens her mouth to speak and says nothing, turning away without a word

"What do you want?" She asks, venomously, but I can tell it's at life in general, and not at me directly "Did you just want to tease me for being dumb or something"

"No, no" I say, patting her on the shoulder as I chew on my snack, licking my teeth with my strange and yet wonderful tongue "I'm...like you, or was, still am in some ways, but better"

"Eh?" She says, clearly confused at the "speech" I made up on the spot, which is mostly bullshit, or at least the last sentence was

"I want to help you, make your life better" I say as friendly as I can, holding the plate out to her, as I steal another cookie "For you and you alone, all you have to do is take my hand, and make a deal okaaaay"

She looks down at me, and I feel the desire flow off of her, tasting like sweet poison.

"Who are you" She asks sheepishly "I..you aren't like him right, I don't want to end up in a place like this again"

What do I say?
[] Call me Alice, the ghost of a girl with worse luck than you, who made it better for herself
[] I work for the brausr's daughter, and you are just the kind of girl I could...use
[] I live in the castle, they can always use help...but you need to make an...agreement with me first
[] Oh, Mali, no one special, just a friendly face, trying to have some fun
[] Call me Prism, now, do you want a better life, or should I ask the drunks out there
[] does it matter? tell me your name first and maybe I'll do the same
[] write in

>[] I live in the castle, they can always use help...but you need to make an...agreement with me first
>[] Oh, Mali, no one special, just a friendly face, trying to have some fun

[] I live in the castle, they can always use help...but you need to make an...agreement with me first
[] Oh, Mali, no one special, just a friendly face, trying to have some fun

>>[] I live in the castle, they can always use help...but you need to make an...agreement with me first
>>[] Oh, Mali, no one special, just a friendly face, trying to have some fun

>[] Call me Alice, the ghost of a girl with worse luck than you, who made it better for herself
>[] I work for the brausr's daughter, and you are just the kind of girl I could...use
>[] I live in the castle, they can always use help...but you need to make an...agreement with me first

>[] I work for the brausr's daughter, and you are just the kind of girl I could...use
>[] I live in the castle, they can always use help...but you need to make an...agreement with me first
>[] Oh, Mali, no one special, just a friendly face, trying to have some fun

Hey HM, that guy who's desperately trying to catch up on all of your stuff so I can actually participate here. I just wanted to say that everything you've been doing so far has been some of the shit to ever happen to this site. It's been a blast reading so far, and I can't wait to actually play for once. But I also have to yell at people who might be here so I don't go crazy, so sorry for this.

To anyone who played UMGQ during the Crimson Nightmare arc and decided to play as that whore during the first fight, FUCK YOU YOU STUPID FAGGOTS.

I'm sorry for that HM, I needed to vent. And trust me, that would have been much worse and less well worded earlier today. Goodnight, see you all in a few weeks, I hope.

> [] Call me Alice, the ghost of a girl with worse luck than you, who made it better for herself

>To anyone who played UMGQ during the Crimson Nightmare arc and decided to play as that whore during the first fight, FUCK YOU YOU STUPID FAGGOTS.
I hope reading the rest of the stories cures you of that shit taste user.

Winning that fight as Dream would have been boring as fuck and utterly ruined that entire arc.

>[] I work for the brausr's daughter, and you are just the kind of girl I could...use
>[] I live in the castle, they can always use help...but you need to make an...agreement with me first