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A Visitor
Date of Scene: 19 November 2021
Location: The Griffin
Synopsis: Ty visits Satana at home, and starts to learn little bits about demonic magicks. And more details about the Book are discovered.
Cast of Characters: Satana Hellstrom, Tynan Ireton




Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"If I don't have my damned waffles on the table in five minutes," Satana storms, sitting in a state of radical dishabille in the living room's poet's chair, "I will pick three of you at random to be the next subjects of my experiments!"

That sent a thrill of fear through the imps scattered about the hotel. in an uncoordinated, deeply fearful mob straight into the kitchen.

"WITH STRAWBERRIES!" Satana pauses, considering how evil she wants to be. "NO, MAKE THAT JACKFRUIT! FRESH!"

There. That should put the fear of Hell into the goons. That's when the jukebox down in the secret cellar started blasting 'Don't Stop Believing. "Oh, great. Company. And no Saeko to talk nicely to them. And no Thomas to let slip a tiger on them."

She releases a long-suffering sigh before heading to the front door, neglecting to dress first.

"Whatdoyouwantandyoubettermakeitgoodifyouvalueyoursoul!" Satana spits that out as she opens the door to see who's arrived.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Well, Ty remembers to come back to this place after doing a quick merc job. This time though, she is more clear headed, and looks things over. A part of her mind is quickly going over all the security settings. Another is working on how to get past said settings. And then just decides to walk right up to the door. Ty is dressed in her...more work uniform. Which is black tactical cargo pants, a loose tank top style combat vest, and a long sleeveless overcoat with a picture of Shiva with Bahb Cartha on his shoulder. The woman blinks a little bit. "I have no clue what you said...", she says.

    Ty stretches a little bit, and then blushes again. "I...ummm...err...I could come back another time if you're just waking up or something.", she says. The woman coughs a little bit. The merc decides that all mages must have some...issues. She's yet to meet one who..seems sane. Ty does look a bit better then the last time Satana might of seen her. Then again...who knows where that book is hiding at the moment.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Waking up?" Satana blinks as she processes that, then looks down at herself. "Oh, this. Sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

There's a certain smugness to that voice that hints that perhaps she did, in fact, mean to embarrass someone.

"Please do come in. I can be dressed in no time," she continues, gently guiding Ty in by the shoulder, gesturing with her free hand to the living room, past which, behind some swinging doors, frantic activity can be heard. Animalistic activity noises...

"Unless, of course," she adds with a sly grin, "you'd prefer me to remain as I am."

The hand on the shoulder squeezes a bit.

"I'm fine either way."

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty winces a bit, and breathes a little heavier for a second at the shoulder squeeze. The woman coughs a little bit. "Its alright.", she says. The woman takes a deep breath. "Just...need a place to hide for a little bit, and figured I could study here.", she tells. Ty blinks a little bit at the noises, and her stance changes a little bit. Her hand drops down, two fingers straight out. Her body is loose, and low to the ground. Her eyes...very cold. She's already looking for the source of the animalistic noises.

    Ty keeps her focus on those noises as she carefully moves towards them. Satana might notice that the arm that Satana was giving squeezes to, a little stream of red seems to be moving down it a bit...Yup, she's bleeding. "Is...there something here?", she asks. "A threat of some kind?", she asks.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"A threat?" Satana asks, distractedly, as she looks at the blood. "Oh, only if you're human and don't know how to be dominant. Those are my little imps cooking for me. I've put the fear of eternal damnation into them so they're a bit rambunctious at the moment."

Pause.

"You need that shoulder looked after? I can do something about that." Her voice doesn't sound particularly regretful with the next statement. "It will probably hurt, though." Then the voice warms up with a slight purr to it. "I can ease that pain very nicely, however. It's almost a speciality."

The front door closes and, moments later, a small demon walks out of the kitchen carrying an enormous platter of ... waffles. Rapidly another one follows with a bowl of a strange-looking fruity seeds. Finally a third comes out with a tray that has the usual: syrup, whipped cream (evidently hand-made), butter, ... all the usual fixings.

"Please, come join me for some waffles while we talk. I'd introduce you to the servants, but they'll likely be cut open on my lab bench before you'd have a need to know their names."

Her voice light, the demons, already fearful, tremble visibly now.

"And certainly, this is a hotel, after all, so we have plenty of room for guests. You'll meet them. There's Gabby who drops by every so often and tries on my underwear." An unfair characterization. "There's Saeko who has a Lego kingdom in the basement. My gift to her. There Thomas who's a lot of fun and almost as much a tease as I am. And let's not forget Rasputin. You'll meet them all, likely, if you live here or at least visit regularly."

Satana heads over to the dining table and sits, waiting for her demonic servants to start serving. Once they finish, she cuffs one of them *HARD*. Hard enough to cause visible deformation of the skull, though it snaps back quickly. "I HAVE A GUEST YOU FOOLS! IF THERE'S NOT FOOD ON HER PLATE IN SECONDS I WILL GUT YOU HERE AND READ YOUR FORTUNES!" Beat. "Hint: it involves an immediate trip to Hell."

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty blinks a little bit as she watches whats going on. She takes in a deep breath for a moment as she moves her shoulder to sit down. The woman shakes her head a little bit as she watches the imps a moment. She glares a little bit at them. "No offense. I think I'll take the chances on some MREs then...what they cook.", she says. "And how can you deal with the wound?", she asks. "Is there a magic for that type of thing? I've only really seen fireballs, wards, and detections.", she says. "That and using a Teleport portal for some chinese food...", she points out. Yes, It was used for takeout one time.

    "And I am human...", she says. When one imp starts setting a plate, the woman growls a little bit, and her hand twitches a bit. She's trying her hardest not to open a rift up, and pull out a hand gun. "And I really don't have much in terms of offense to be honest. I find my guns are good for that. Just...feels awkward seeing...these things running around. Though, I did almost get killed by spoiled crab legs that were used to make watcher demons...", she mutters.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana claps her hands grandly. "OUT!" she says.

She doesn't have to say who. They know. And scatter.

"There," she then says calmly to Ty. "They can be a bit unsettling to first time viewers, but they're firmly under my control, as you can see." She gestures at the plated food. "Dig in. I guarantee it's both safe and tasty. They learned from watching many of their compatriots getting sent back to Hell as wisps how to cook properly. They cook for everybody here."

From behind a door that wasn't visible until the imps opened it and fled downstairs comes a screaming wail.

"Oh dear. Rasputin has awoken and was apparently a mite peckish. That's another imp sent back to Hell, I'm afraid. I lose so many imps that way."

Satana tsks and starts eating.

"We never did get formally introduced," she says after a mouthful of syrup-laden waffle. "I'm Satana. Satana Hellstrom, daughter of some insignificant vessel named Victoria Wingate and one Marduk Hellstrom, truly Marduk Kurios, who styles himself Satan." Satana watches Tynan for a reaction, one eyebrow cocked. "So yes, in a way I'm the daughter of Satan, though his using that name is really pretentious bullshit."

She pauses just long enough for that to sink in, including its implications, continuing before Tynan can get a word out in response. "I'm among many things, a mage, specializing for obvious reasons in demonology, but also adept in technomancy, some elemental/physical, and quite adept, too, at soul and spirit energy magics. Which of these interest you most as a disci... ah... apprentice?"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty nods her head a little bit as she listens in. Not the craziest thing she's ever heard, but it ranks up there. The woman looks at the food, and takes a moment carefully cut the waffle with her good hand. The merc is having a hard time at it. Ty takes a moment to make a slash with her fingers, and attempts to open up a portal. If she can pull it off, she reaches in, and pulls out a bottle of pills. Some painkillers.

    The woman opens the bottle, and takes a pill out. Ty puts it in her mouth, and dry swallows it. She sits there for the moment, waiting for the pain to die down. "Well, I mean, I don't know much about the schools of magics. I was practicing Illusions, runes, and basic enhancing and enchanting.", she tells. "Something that if I got attacked by a spirit I could shoot it.", she says. The woman shakes her head a little bit. "Past that, I'm not really sure what the schools were. I was dabbing into sian magic. High level glamours.", she tells.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Ah, illusion. I know the basics, of course, but it is not really a focus. As for what schools there are, ask 10 mages and you'll get 11 different answers. It's not really a well-established field in terms of nomenclature and such. Very personal in tendency."

Noting the pained shoulder again, Satana wolfs down her food (at a rate that seems unnatural) and then gets up to stand behind Ty, peering at the shoulder.

"That needs to be dealt with. What happened?" Her voice softens a tad from the authoritative 'doctor' tone. "I need to know so I can figure out what to treat it with."

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    "I took a bullet wound after hitting the target. I couldn't snipe the target, so got close, and one of the guards got me before I could deal with them.", she says. The merc winces a bit. "Just a 9mm wound. Still hurts like hell though.", she says. The woman takes a deep breath. Ty removes the long coat to show that she did a fairly piss poor job on the shoulder. Yeah, she was trying to do it in a hurry.

    "Either way, I made a stupid mistake, and wel,l this is the price of stupidity. I'll se a doc about doing a skin graph at some point over the scar.", she says. "And what is spirit energy magic? It sounds kinda silly.", she says.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Allow me to demonstrate while I fix this for you," Satana says, hand descending to the wound, professionally examining it, though without regard to pain. She nods thoughtfully. "This is a through-wound. It's easy enough to heal."

Satana's left arm snakes around Ty's shoulders, across the top of her chest, holding her still, back-first up against the demon queen's form. Her right finger touches the wound's hole at the back, gently at first.

"Now, I'm afraid fixing this is going to hurt. It's not gentle. It's not nice. I'll be playing your body's healing at very high speed, after which I'll be modifying it so there's no scar. Your nerves will be tormented."

Her head lowers next to Ty's ear, adding a husky, murmuring tone. "A small application of soul magic, however, and you won't care that it hurts. You'll feel it hurting. You'll feel your body protesting with loud shrieks through the nerves. But you won't care. It won't be important. And when I'm done you'll be healed and you won't have minded the pain."

The lips get closer to Tynan's ear, practically brushing them. The husky murmur becomes a sighing whisper. "Do I have your permission?"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty blushes quite a bit, and gulps. She nods her head a bit. "Y-yes.", she says, blushing horribly. The merc shakes her head a little bit. She's used to dealing with threats, and fighting, and partying. But definitly not use to flirting and such. Ty bites her lip a bit before she wraps up a fork, and takes a deep breath. "Should I put this in my mouth, and bite on it?", she asks. "Just in case?"

    Ty focuses her mind a bit, trying to ignore her thoughts a bit as she listens, and watches what Satana is about to do. Healing magic is something she is interested in, mostly cause well, what she wants to do with her life, it would be a benefit not to have to pay medical bills for people who did stupid stuff....

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Oh, there's no need."

The finger at the wound entrance jabs in, deeply, as Satana's voice spills eldritch syllables. An arm deceptively slender, but able, in a pinch, to lift a 1950s sedan, holds Ty firmly, brooking no motion whatsoever as searing pain and the smell of burning flesh fill her nostrils.

The pain can only be described as brutal.

But then, as quickly as it started ... it continues. Only something else is added to the mix. A warmth. A teasing itch. Deep in Tynan's belly. Lower belly. VERY lower belly.

Lower than the belly.

An itching warmth that rapidly spreads to fill her body with a sensation identical to climax, only without the physical climax. Raw, carnal pleasure fills her being as the wound is mercilessly burned through, Satana's finger poking out the other side. Then, as the finger reverses and withdraws, the pain, incredibly increases ... but seems unimportant compared to the ecstasy she's put into as Satana pulls at her soul with her lips, now crushing against Tynan's.

The tortured flesh reforms itself as the finger is withdrawn, knitting together at a fantastic rate, all the while filling her nerves with raw agony as they reknit, then get jostled around and further inflamed by rapidly-growing, rapidly-knitting muscle, sinew, and tendon. Raw agony, yet ... feeling distant. As if it were being described rather than experienced.

No, that burgeoning feeling deep down. The one that feels like a bomb about to go off. That's the experience.

Who, in all that, will notice the little bit of soul that Satana drank off? Aside from her, naturally, as the taste of the soul brings her to the brink of her own climax.

Somewhere in all that the pain ends and the wound is healed. But it's hard to focus on that when filled with that much of the succubus arts...

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty's eyes glaze over, and she finds herself lost in all that. Her head tilts over as she tries to watch whats going on. Of course, she can't focus, so not really learning much as her wound is healed. After things, Ty just kinda sinks into the chair. For the moment, her mind is just...completely overwhelmed.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"There," Satana purrs, sinking down alongside Tynan as she collapses into her chair, releasing the shoulders and letting Tynan drift off to relieved recovery. "All better."

Her voice takes on a subtly predatory note. "Did you enjoy that?" she asks. "I don't mean the pain, of course. I mean the mitigation of it..."

A hand gently caresses Tynan's cheek in a downward motion that leaves it resting on the shoulder close to her throat.

"Humans are so fragile. It must be terrible."

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty pants a little bit, as she comes down a bit from emotions messing with her mind. She takes a few breathes, settling. "I...ummm...errr.", she says blushing. THe woman looks at the waffles, and starts to eat them very fast. Her stomach is growling a bit from the healing. "Th-that was spirit energy magic?", she asks. The woman blushes horribly once more before forcing her mind to form proper words.

    Ty offers a small smile. "I've been working on something for that. Using runes and circles to increase my abilities for a short time. As a merc, that is very beneficial.", she tells. "As a surprise deal."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana nods as she watches Tynan eat. Standing behind the hungry mercenary, she rests her hands on the woman's shoulders, kneading lightly.

"It is a form of spirit magic, you could say," she says with an air of someone selecting her words carefully. "Demons are, after all, spirits, and demonic magic is a class of spirit magic."

She bends forward a little to make her presence better known: body heat, skin contact, and meshing auras. "I am, after all, half-demon," she adds in a conspiratorial near-whisper. "Succubus," she clarifies.

She doesn't expand on that to include the fact she's a Hell Lord and the daughter of one of the many who style themselves Satan.

"It can be brutal in the hands of brutes, but when combined with my other arts--the ones you felt in your belly...or lower--it can be bearable. For some even pleasurable."

That presence is emphasized with a bit more bending over.

"Which was it for you? Bearable?..." A small catch. "...Or pleasurable?"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty gulps a bit, and shivers. She coughs a bit as her cheeks turn bright red once more. She tenses up quite a bit, trying to focus her mind a bit as she rubs her healed up shoulder. The mercenary looks at it a bit, and bites her lip a little bit. She's really still learning how to really use magic, and knows little of the classes.

    "I-I'm not really sure how to answer that.", she says, still blushing a bit. The merc stretches a little bit. "But on the battlefield, healing on the spot like that is definitly insanely useful.", she says. The woman pauses a bit. "Though same could be said about the reverse of it as well. Satana would notice that Ty is doing her best to try to not show too many cues, its clear that her mind is partially distracted, as well as gears turning in her head about how to copy that spell. Though the other spell..."If you're...a succubus, then that second part...It..can't be taught, can it?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Not all of it, no," Satana admits. "There are mental spells and glamours that approximate it, but none of it is..." Satana's smile at this is full-on smug. "...whole-body, shall we say, as mine is. Largely because what I do works on the soul or spirit, not on the body. The body just follows along. Usually willingly."

Her voice drops again in that conspiratorial 'I'll let you in on a secret' style. "This is, after all, how we feed, we succubi. We seduce the soul to prevent its struggling free. Then we consume it. It can be a little sip, like what I took from you, or it can be total consumption and condemnation to Hell for all eternity."

The smile widens and the eyes glow red.

"That last one. That is a glorious feeling. Weakens my knees every time. Filling my spiritual gullet also brings me to something similar to your climax. Marvelous!"

The hands on the shoulder lower to the chest just under Tynan's neck, fingers spreading wide so that they only barely begin to reach the swell below.

"You're a mercenary, you say. I make ... weapons. Imbue them with a bit of my magic. Bullets, say, that will destroy the soul of a human being, turning them into a withered, dead husk before your eyes. One shot. One kill. Every time."

She leaves a short, pregnant pause.

"Interested?"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    A thought crosses Ty's mind, but then it gets shut down, HARD. The merc shakes her head. "No thank you.", she says. "I got the skills that I don't worry about humans. I'm worried about what I can't shoot.", she says. The woman leans back a bit into Satana, still with her cheeks red. She takes in a deep breath, and her eyes flutter a bit before she clears her head. "I see Magic as more of a...sub skill for me to learn.", she tells.

    Ty takes in another deep breath. "No offense. Just that I don't see a use in learning fireballs with I have explosives. And if I can't shoot somebody with one shot to deal with them, then I have a bigger issue.", she says. The woman bites her lip a little bit. "Though...having some weapons that can deal with stuff that bullets can't...", she starts to think.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
~Why do humans rush to their damnation with open arms so often?~ Satana wonders to herself. Not that she minds. It's how she eats.

"Well, there is certainly one branch of magic that would liven up a battlefield," she says with a subtle smirk at her own humour. "Necromancy. Soldiers fight. Die. Get up and fight, on your side, no matter what side they were originally on. I don't do much of it myself, but I've been well-tutored."

Her fingers trace little circles on Tynan's upper chest as she speaks, like a nervous tic.

"And of course straight-up demonology works too. You've seen my imps. They're small and breakable to me. But to humans they're ... not exactly dangerous individually, but in packs they can be very fearsome. And they come in nearly unlimited supply. Unleash a plague of those onto a battlefield and you can win without even getting a drop of blood on your armour ... unless you want it."

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty blinks a few times as she listens. Then she pauses a bit, as she hears Satana speak of summoning the imps. "Necromancy is definitly a no, but...that gives me an idea....", she says. THe woman makes a slash with her fingers, and reaches inside a small rift. She pulls out the Book.

    Ty starts flipping through the pages. Its not long before she comes accross a section speaking of a spell that always gets its target, no matter what. "I wonder...if I could use this spell...It says that I just have to name the target.", she says. The spell is written in gaelic, but clearly a fae style. "Ant its listed as a sian, so...", she says.

    Ty starts reading it, grinning a bit..."Though the Imp idea has some merit...then again, how can I trust them to do what they're sopposed to do. They may turn on me just as fast as going for my target."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Where did you get this book?" Satana asks as she peers closely at it, reading as much from it as she can to get hints as to its origins.

"And that's the essence of demonology," she then says in answer to Tynan's question. "A demonologist summons AND CONTROLS the demons she summons. Summoning itself is trivial. Even little "covens" of teen-aged idiots who picked up a "Satanic" book and recite from it by rote can summon.

Her eyes glow brighter as her smile grows wider.

"The screams of despair as I feed on the souls of the stupid are music to my ears. They damn themselves in their ritual, then I come to feast. It's glorious."

She winks.

"At least they die happy. Mostly."

She straightens her features. "Now of course once you've summoned if you haven't planned for *control*, well, things go bad places. For the summoner, I mean. And the essence of demonology is knowing how to control. How to draught contracts. How to bend the demon to your bidding. But once you've done that ... again, you've seen how my imps respond."

Her eyes stray to the book again.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    As Satana looks at the book, the writing...is different on the spells. Some of the spells are clearly demonic, and others are written in other languages, including fae, and others. And the handwriting is different from each type.

    Ty blinks a little bit as she reads the lines. "I got this book from some kid who was panicked, and just gave it to me. Thats all.", she says. That...doesn't sound right, but thats what happend. There's a bit of shifting in the lettering. Like a shimmer spell, changing the words around. But it seems like Ty doesn't notice that...The presence of others in the area can be felt.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana concentrates a moment and activates the household defences she's built up. Down in the basement a Wurlitzer fires up and selects a tune.

Partytime by 45 Grave.

Muttering to herself in some eldritch tongue, Satana hastily constructs a shell of protection around Tynan. Every other being in the house that is not known to the defences is inundated with Soulfire. The pain-causing variant.

(In a slight error of management, three of the Imps who'd not yet been registered into the defences also suffer the impact of her attack, powered by weeks and weeks of rituals and the souls of dozens of high-calibre sinners.)

Psychic pain lances into any and all who do not have defences readied and running. Debilitating pain that reaches for the centre of their very existence and seemingly tears it into shreds, such is the pain.

"I think we have some guests," she says to Tynan as the horror from Hell is unleashed on unexpected visitors. The distant wails of some of the imps can be heard as she speak. "Oops. And I procrastinated on a few of my little servants. Bad Satana. Bad girl."

She doesn't sound remotely remorseful. But she is listening and sensing very carefully for the impact of her sudden attack on whoever is with them at the moment...

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty blinks a few times as she hears Satana start to do something. She blinks a few times. "I don't notice anything.", she says. The woman continues to read the book as Satana sends out her magic. Ty's eyes seem to glow a little bit, as she flips through several pages. After a few seconds, Ty starts to feel the effects a bit. There seems to be a connection between the shades and Ty at the moment.

    Ty starts to really feel the effects a bit as the attack doesn't hit her full on, but enough to hurt a bit. Suddenly Ty closes the book, and it disappears into its dimension. Satana would notice the shades are gone as well. Ty pants a bit, and covered in sweat. She leans into Satana, feeling very tired and weak.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Well that was certainly food for thought...

Satana muses to herself quietly as the attackers go away when struck with her house defences. And that despite her shield some of it leaked through to Tynan.

All notes to be filed away.

"Oh, you poor darling, you look so tired!" she exclaims vocally, crouching down to pick Tynan up.

The aforementioned presence is now omnipresent. Warmth of her skin against Tynan. The softness. The strength. The overwhelming personal scent. The mental powers gently, but implacably forcing Satana's will on the mercenary.

"The healing must have exhausted you. Here, let me put you to bed," she says, cradling Tynan's head, pushing it slightly against her chest like it's a pillow. "You can sleep a while and get your bearings back."

And of course, to wake up entangled in the limbs of a succubus with the question "Did I...?" haunting thereafter...

But that is for another tale.