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Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

"Undercity..." Emilia mulls the thought over for a moment, nodding as much to herself as Serathiel, gathering up the journals to reference later. "It's the best lead we have. That will have to be what we do...Let's see what we can find then. Maybe we can sneak past that chimera and get back to the city proper..." Saying that, she makes her way back the way she came.
 
And so our hero makes her way back out of the Undercity, following the same route that she took to get in. The manticore is asleep in its den as she walks past, and so she is fortunately able to avoid a repetition of the encounter which she had on the way in. Having ascended the long staircase back to the surface she emerges in the basement of the inn where she found entrance to the Undercity in the first place. Contrary to his words the barkeeper opens the heavily locked door at her shout, letting her out. He either doesn't notice or is too tasteful to mention the scent of manticore hanging heavy around her. Once on the surface, she sets off in the direction of the Council of Truth's abandoned workshop.

As Emilia gets closer to the workshop, on the cliff between the Bottoms and Cavalcade, she finds that the people thin out on the streets. By the time she reaches the old workshop the streets are almost empty, and she walks up to the ancient watermill on the side of the river with no one to question or warn her. Inside, the stone building is empty, stripped bare by looters long ago. In a city where space is nearly priceless, this building has remained firmly abandoned.

Inside, at the bottom of a narrow set of stairs, is a heavy stone door marked with a wide-eyed owl. She recognizes this as the Council's symbol, and realizes this must be the entrance to the workshop proper. It doesn't look to be locked.
 
Emilia was still doing her best to ignore the voice in her head. It'd brought her nothing but trouble and the fact that it knew every shameful thing she'd been forced to endure only made her remember the incident and blush, telling herself that it was just shame and embarrassment, still not quite wanting to admit just how much she really enjoyed being taken so forcefully. Even being devoured by the basilisk had a certain forbidden thrill to it that she couldn't admit to herself as she stumbled along the city, the aasimar distracted by her thoughts so completely that she completely neglected the fact that she was entirely naked. So lost in such thoughts, recalling the feeling of the knots inside her from her previous defeats, the primal lust she felt as bestial and monstrous things took her by force, at least so she told herself, she didn't pay much note to the world around her, walking brazenly, obliviously, naked through the streets on the surface.

Still, eventually she made her way to the workshop and sighed in relief. For once, she'd reached her destination without incident. Smiling at the sight of the owl symbol, she doesn't stop to look for possible traps or wards and simply moves to open the door.
 
As Emilia pushes the door open, she feels a wave of magic surge into her mind, filling her with profound regret for her actions and hatred for herself for having allowed so many monstrosities to have their way with her. Without even thinking she draws Serathiel and places the blade to her own arm to slice it open, to expiate her sins - but at the last moment she realizes that her mind is clouded by magic, and that these destructive impulses are coming from outside herself.

Inside the door, a narrow hallway leads in, lined with doors on both sides. It's otherwise unremarkable.
 
Shaking her head, Emilia holds one hand to her temple, "Urgh...ahh...traps...of course, I should've known." Wincing at the pain of fighting off the compulsion, and the lingering darkness of her thoughts, she's slow to lower her blade but manages to put it away in the end. "We'll have to watch out from here on...but I guess there's not much of a way to figure out where we're going to find what we're looking for, is there?"

Asking that, she moves into the door-lined hall and tries the first door on the left if none of them seem particularly noteworthy. When in doubt, follow the left-hand rule.
 
The door swings open easily, revealing what Emilia can recognize as a golem-making workshop. Bits and pieces of golems are scattered around in disarray, looking like a particularly messy worker was in the middle of half a dozen projects when this workshop was abandoned. Aside from this, there's nothing particularly noteworthy in the room that she can see - even the books on the shelf are all focused on golems.
 
"Interesting enough, but noooo~t what we're here for," she says to herself and her blade before moving to try the next door. Golems were nice, and she'd like to know how to make them in the future, but she could always come back and get the tomes later. For now she had other priorities.
 
The next door reveals another workshop, this one clearly designed for making magical items. The next after that is a library, the books all long since gone, followed by another workshop, this one alchemical in nature. Several more workshops and laboratories follow before a set of stairs leading down. The second floor down is much the same, with workshops, libraries, and laboratories. This level has larger rooms, and some empty rooms spaced out between them - whether they were always empty or have simply been stripped bare by looters is unclear. None of them, however, are immediately relevant.

At the end of the second hall is another staircase down, this one terminating at a large stone door marked with the same symbol as the front door.
 
The naked aasimar continues checking door after door, mentally noting each room and wondering if there's anything worth learning that hasn't been looted but not wasting the time to check before heading down to the second floor. There, with rooms as bare as she is, she hmmms to herself, musing aloud, "I wonder what happened here? Looters? Or was everything moved with the former owners?"

Shrugging, she makes her way to the staircase, all the empty rooms previous having made her lower her guard and not be on the lookout for traps once more as she examines the symbol. "Guess this must be the right way," she mutters to herself as she moves to push open the door.
 
As Emilia pulled the door open, her eyes fell on the wall opposite the entrance. A symbol was carved into the stone, something that twisted in ways that seemed like they shouldn't fit together, but somehow did. It hurt her eyes to look at, but she found she couldn't look away, even as it sparked with magical light. A wave of maniacal, perhaps hysterical, laughter rises up in her, and she finds herself unable to keep it in.

At the same time as she begins laughing helplessly, a figure appears beside her, just visible out of the corner of her eye. Its appearance is strange and horrifying: a little taller than she is, it looks like an emaciated human with long horns curving up from its forehead. Its skin, though, looks like taut leather, dripping with some sort of ooze that burns small holes in the ground where it falls. Its face turns towards her, revealing gaunt features and blazing crimson eyes, and it smiles, a wide smile with many sharp teeth. "What a treat," it hisses, stepping forward.

Rather than bite or claw at her, though, it reaches down between her legs. As she is standing there, unable to do anything but stand and laugh, it slowly slides one claw up into her pussy, scratching at the insides with the tip of the claw. The acid dripping from its claws burns, even through her celestial protection, sending a spike of hot pain through her as the demon begins to slowly slide its claw deeper inside her.
 
Suddenly finding herself overcome with laughter, Emilia tried to reach for Serathiel's hilt but found herself trembling too much, her hand shaking too badly to do more than frantically swat at the blade, hitting her own bare skin and finally realizing with a start that she's naked. In her hysterical state, the aasimar didn't have a chance to put two and two together to realize she must've come all this way like that, but as she doubles over in laughter the demon appears before her.

She barely has time to recognize the demon for what it is before the babau is on her, eyes going wide with fear as much as laughter as she sees the acid sizzling on the floor. The nude aasimar doesn't have time to consider what the demon might do to her as she laughs openly at it as it steps closer. Doing her best to fight off the enchantment she struggles as best she can but it's not enough to offer any resistance as the demon steps closer, its caustic claw fingering at her inside, burning her, making her eyes water as tears start to flow from pain as much as magically induced laughter as she realizes that this demon is free to have its way with her and she'll simply laugh, no matter what it does.
 
The babau shoves first one and then a second claw deep into the aasimar, both burning her with its acid and then slicing open her insides. As blood starts to flow from her pussy, it drags its claws back out with a rush of blood and acid spattering to the floor. Doubled over, Emilia sees that the babau is another male demon, albeit much smaller than the Yethazmari: its cock is sliding out of its sheath, erect and glistening with acid. It steps forward, wrapping its claws around her hips, and rams itself home, aided by the slick blood and acid mixing inside Emilia.
 
Though it's hardly appropriate for the situation, Emilia can't do anything but laugh. She laughs at the claws scraping out her insides, at the acid coated cock demanding her attention and longing to sheath itself in her cunt, cackling at the size of it, at the idea that she'll be violated by yet another demon, even at the mind-numbing pain of its caustic cock slamming into her bloodied pussy. She can't even moan properly, in pain or ecstasy, as her body is compelled to do nothing more than laugh euphorically while tears stream down her face.
 
The babau continues, relentlessly slamming home into the aasimar. The acid continues to spread from its cock and claws alike, smearing over her skin and leaving it badly burned, while the slick surface of the creature's cock drags over the insides of her pussy again and again. Its motions only grow more violent as it continues, sweeping her leg and falling to the floor on top of her. As it lands it thrusts itself in again, so deep that its hips are grinding against hers. "Pretty little fucktoy," it says, a grating chuckle working its way out of its throat. "Better get me off fast, or I might leave you something to remember me by." To punctuate its words, it drags one claw slowly down her face, from her forehead over her eyelid and down along her cheek. In its wake, her skin tingles, but the acid doesn't quite manage to burn her.
 
Emilia can't respond with anything more than a cackle, her laughter causing her body to convulse and shake, quivering in ecstasy and hilarity. The aasimar bounced and jiggled with each thrust and giggle, the demonic cock spearing her insides, every laugh giving the demon a feeling almost as good as if she'd been actively trying to fuck him while all she could do was mentally cry out in anguish at how wet she was at the realization that a fucktoy truly was all she was.
 
The demon groans and shoves himself in again, this time not withdrawing. "Fucking slut," he says, grinding against her as she bounced and quivered under him. "Sweet little cunt you got, oh...oh, that's good...." He pants, hot fetid breath washing over her, and thrusts in one more time before releasing, a flood of acid rushing into her and burning even more sharply than the secretions of his skin had. He arches his back and moans.

Then, abruptly, he leans forward and sinks his teeth into her shoulder.
 
Blacking out from the pain, though whether it's from the bite or the flood of caustic cum Emilia isn't able to say. By the time she comes to, bloody and dripping, the aasimar twitchily reaches for Serathiel, drawing the blade and wearily dragging herself up to her feet, shaking her head. "W-why...why do these things keep happening to me?"

Questioning her apparent fate as the universe's unwilling cocksleeve, Emilia looks around the room. There must've been a reason this place was warded and not the others.
 
In this case, I'd say it's because you didn't check the door for traps, Serathiel says matter-of-factly. In the broader sense, you'd have to ask someone with better access to the universal plan than I have.

Looking around the room, Emilia sees what looks to be a foyer or antechamber, with another three hallways branching off from it. The room itself has a small closet attached, and looks to be in better condition than the upper rooms, with a geometric mosaic in the floor that seems untouched by looters.
 
"S-shut it, y-you should be on my side," Emiliar retorts to the blade, a mixture of embarrassed at her mistake and just hurt. Leaning on a wall for support, the wounded and dripping aasimar stumbles toward the hallways, looking down the halls indecisively as she makes her way to the closet. Maybe there'd be a place to sit and recover there. If nothing else she needed to make sure she didn't leave a trap behind her.

Perception....0 >.> rolled a 2, -2 v.v
 
The closet is empty save for shelves and what look to be hooks to hang hats and cloaks on. There is a thick layer of dust over everything inside.

I am on your side, Serathiel replies, in a more caring tone. I just don't want this to happen again. You've already been hurt so much over the past few days and...I'm scared that with what you're digging into it will only get worse. You - we - need to be careful.
 
"But what else can I do? A demon lord's herald was in my city, and he...he...." Shaking her head she steadies herself on the closet door before continuing down the left hall. "We have to keep going, to figure out what happened, why it happened, to keep everyone safe..."
 
I know, Serathiel says gently. We have to keep going. But that doesn't mean I don't worry.

The first door reveals what looks like a normal enough summoning workshop, with inlaid circles in various materials in the floor, and shelves holding various components. The second, however, has something very different inside. In the middle of what looks like a biological laboratory, complete with dissection tables and chemical apparatuses, is a human girl who looks to be about nineteen or so. She has a heavy steel collar around her neck, which is connected to a chain. The other end of the chain is bolted to the floor. Aside from this she's wearing nothing but a blanket thrown over her shoulders and a pair of silver rings.

The girl looks up as Emilia enters, her eyes hopeless. She doesn't speak, and her posture is that of someone who has been beaten so many times they no longer have the energy to even fear the next.
 
Biting her lip as she explores, Emilia manages to stay on her guard, broken though it is from the brutal treatment and the still-sizzling sensation in her all-too-abused pussy until she comes across the girl. She doesn't have time to think or examine the situation properly as she sees the prisoner or, more likely, experiment, nor does she stop to think about how she still seemed to be in decent health despite having no food or water in an abandoned lab. No, the compassion and righteous fury at the monsters that did this override good sense, and she quickly stumbles over to the girl, "Stay still, we'll get you out of here!"

With a single motion, she brings her blade up and then down, severing the chains holding her before offering the nearly nude figure a hand.
 
The girl trembles as the sword rises, and breathes out a sigh of relief as it strikes the chain instead of her. They shatter easily under the blade, but the girl doesn't take the offered hand. "Y-you're the first to say that in a long time," she says instead, staying where she is. "I d-don't know if you're genuine, but even if you are, i-it isn't that easy." She tugs at the collar around her neck, and it becomes clear that it has no apparent lock, hinge, or seam - it looks as though it was forged in place around her neck.
 
"What happened?" Taking a moment to examine the collar, Emiliar looks for any way to take it off or hint as to its nature, scanning it with detect magic if need be. "Who are you, what are you doing here? And why does that mean you can't leave?"
 
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