In the very center of the city, brazenly advancing on the main square, with the clear intention to bury it in the future for themselves, stood the building of the guild of sorcerers. Brave men, who dare to challenge the place of the guild, have not yet been. Or maybe they were once, but only due to unclear, but very alarming circumstances, very soon disappeared somewhere, and even the memory of insane people daring to stand in the way of the largest magic guild of the city disappeared as soon as possible. The sorcerers did not like to joke, the demons and mutants serving them — the terrible creations of the masters Zinchik and Elamash — all the more.

However, in being a sorcerer (and especially a demonologist) there were always some drawbacks that young magicians rushing to the guild school did not understand at all - and Master Zinchyk was now convinced of this in his own skin. Pelt roast, freeze and wash with emery at the same time. He also sank - sank in one of the Abbis seas, which looked so tender, but infinitely cruel in deed. But if the matter were limited to this ... Most of all, the nonsense of his own death gave no rest — and of course Xandra, a demoness enslaved by him in the past, now the full owner of his soul, hovering ten meters from the surface of the water — that nonsense, by the way, shy to remind.

- Fool ... naive fool, like all of you mortals, you call on us, asking for power, then enslave and enjoy your power, thinking that it will last forever ... But, fortunately for us, you are mortal , at what mortal quickly and suddenly ... to hurt his forehead on the steps ... how stupid ... and after all the demon who was carrying out your instructions for repairing the stairs made the steps too slippery, and the corners very sharp never violated your orders. You lost, Zinchik. And now you are mine. Forever and ever. Welcome, make yourself at home, I will pay for all that suffered from you.

The succubus' lips twisted a grin, more caustic than the hellish sea.

- What did you endure? - bewildered as far as the situation and the pain that eats the body allowed, the demonologist moaned

Xandra thought - really, just like that, on the move, it would be difficult to say what she did to this person. Of course, he pulled her into the material world - but who among the demons does not want to get out there? He allowed her to have fun (or rather, he simply did not care what she was doing until she needed her help), and he didn’t download the tasks too ...

Down with silly thoughts, you have been living among people for too long. You are a demon, and demons exist to do evil. With occasion and without.

So without deigning a mortal response, Xandra lowered herself closer to the ocean surface with a light flap of wings, and, hanging almost over the water itself - if it could be called water, of course - threw the former master’s neck around its tail and, jerking it pulled out of an unexpectedly friable substance, pressed out kiss. Like a burn mark. She laughed and threw back into the burning slime. Zinchik blundered, trying to grab a breath of air.

He, of course, was much easier to allow himself to drown, but according to some law of nature, even in this nightmare he wanted to live. Or at least survive. The sorcerer suspected that he would not be allowed to die a second death, at least until the demonessa was bothered by a new toy.

Suddenly, the demoness hung in the air, a detached expression froze on her face - all this, as far as the master could judge, meant that with his tormentor they took a telepathic connection - apparently they send some task to the upper world, which means that they will leave him alone for a while .. The reality, however, as always deceived and surpassed his expectations.

- Some who consider you a promising figure ... and they were not thrilled about your death. Hail toy seems to have given you a second chance, demons rarely make such gifts! But while we still have time to have some fun ...

- Oh, what an impolite hostess I am not treating a guest! - the winged beauty suddenly became alarmed, pulled out an apple from somewhere, took a bite and threw it at the demonologist, stuffing a huge bruise on his forehead. In the current situation, this was the smallest cause for concern — much worse that it could not cope with the ocean being sucked in deep. Zinchik again felt that he was choking. Liquid ice flooded into the throat, freezing the body and limbs, an air bubble escaped from somewhere deep in the lungs. "Its end.

Of course, she deceived me to give a drop of hope before dying, ”the former great sorcerer decided, and then his foot rested on the blue-tiled bottom ...

At the edge of the pool, where the master of the unjust works (and the ladder which was still in his, Zinchik, blood) went an hour ago to kneel, Xander stood with light movements of her index finger and levitated the apple back to her.

- What? What was it?! - slightly dumbfounded and not fully coughing up asked the demonologist, getting to the land

“There are dreams, Zinchik, just dreams ... but sometimes they are not easy ...” answered the winged with a soft smile and suddenly added abruptly - SIT!

Something was in the last word - the magician felt his legs against his will bend and after a second the order was executed - however, no one forbade the magistrate to speak, which threatened to be a fatal mistake - under the roar of magic words a black flame shot out of the sorcerer’s hands would be enough for the incineration of half the inhabitants of the city - but the demoness only frowned when the spell touched her skin

- See, you are powerless. Humble yourself.

“Better to die than to be the slave of your own demon!”

- I remind you what awaits you after death? In addition, the rulers of Abbis lay on you with certain hopes and I cannot let you go without justifying them ... I understand perfectly well how you feel - do not be afraid, you treated me well while I was in your power and I will repay the same.

The succubus bent over the wizard, looking into his eyes with genuine sympathy ... and suddenly struck a sharp blow to his back with a simultaneous hiss, DO NOT MOVE AND SILENCE!

- Well, as for some innocent entertainments that I like - a devilish smile flashed on a devilishly beautiful face - I think you will soon learn to find pleasure in them ... we will start training now ... but no, your guild leader calls you ... you can't tell him anything about this little story, right?

But the demoness did not wait for a response - rejoicing at the delay and the opportunity to escape from this nightmare, the demonologist disappeared into the portal.

I’ll say right away that I enjoy Dungeons and Dragons much more than the literary genre presented on the site, because the first (and, most likely, the last) pancake is lumpy ... but if someone liked it (if not the style then the setting) then write to the soap ( ), I have a continuation