Read this page after finishing the main CYOA
- info You are immortal now.
- info You can use your dreamwalking powers in all of your dreams now.
Well, there it is. You are immortal now. When you think about how you got here it was not that impressive to tell the truth. When you thought about what Malice has told you, the pieces clicked together inside your mind. Well, every riddle is simple once you know how to solve it. You are not sure if Malice did it on purpose, but you decided that meeting her was a good idea. To thank her of course. And maybe to gloat a bit after she laughed at you so badly.
After asking around you realized that she got herself into some kind of trouble and was currently in jail. You start deliberating on a plan to get into contact with her and eventually get her free but then you hear than since you are an eternal now you can simply go and visit her. Disappointed at the anticlimactic development you travel to the place she is kept and after explaining your business are promptly taken to her cell.
You see Malice sitting on a stone floor, her hands are held together with a wooden contraption but otherwise she seems fine.
After you explain how you managed to find the solution in the background noise, partially thanks to her, she gives a small chuckle. “Hell, still can't believe it. And no, I definitely did not try to steer you towards the solution. ‘Background noise’ was just a figure of speech, promise.”
“Oh, what about me? You mean this?” She gestures vaguely at the cell she is locked in. “Lets just say that my hoarding habits got me into…” She stops and looks at you slowly in sudden realization. “You!” she exclaims in sudden anger. “It was you who tipped them off, bastard! Is that how you managed to decipher the fabric of reality? They helped you in exchange for me?” She gets up, jumps towards you enraged and crashes into the bars with a loud bang.
“Don't play dumb with me. You know what I mean. That fucking scroll of Turning Blood Into Boiling Acid, you twat!” Malice yells at you with rage burning in her eyes but realizing this will get her nothing since you are separated by sturdy bars she takes three deep breaths and calms down, at least on the surface. You still can see, you can feel the anger boiling inside her. “Did you do it? Just tell me the truth,” she asks shaking her head slowly.
Her rage was truly terrifying, but the prison seems to be designed to handle this with ease. If not for that you would be running away as if all of hell was on your tail. Or rather, you would be dead since, immortal or not, you do not feel like you could survive if she got out. As you are analyzing your situation Malice keeps watching you carefully.
You start trying to defend yourself and it looks like she decided to let you state your case. You spend next few minutes explaining how exactly you figured out the fabric of reality and that you would have no motif to sell her out. Besides you would also have no idea who would be interested in a random piece of information from a basically unknown dreamwalker. After the initial outburst, Malice admits you are right and even gives a few reasons why it could not be you herself.
“Sorry for snapping at you earlier,” she whispers not looking at you. She is currently sitting on the floor resting her back against the bars. “It's just that I'm rather on the edge right now with everything that's going on. I'm short ten points worth of power for the fine, my father practically disowned me and I'm… I'm kinda out of options.” She sighs heavily. “Except for the option of rotting here for over a century of course. But that's longer than I've been alive, dammit.” She slams her fist into the stone wall. “Ouch, fuck. Sorry for ruining your mood,” she says looking at her scratched knuckles, but then turns to look at you and even musters a weak smile. “Thanks for stopping by. Would love it if you could visit me once every few years. Now that you're immortal you surely have some time to spare for old, stupid Malice, right?”
“Yeah, sure. Thanks and fuck you too I guess.” You walk out of the prison never to meet with Malice again.
“Thanks, means a lot to me, actually. Lets go have fun somewhere once I get out ok? And do me a favor, please. Look out for Alice, ok? She's tougher than she looks but she's still basically a child.” Malice looks at you and it seems like the thought of her sister being left alone finally broke her tough facade. Her chin trembles softly, her eyes watering rapidly. She quickly turns away and hides her face between her legs.
“Come back tomorrow, ok? Or whenever you feel like it. And just take care of my sister. Now go. Visit's over,” she says the last words louder so that the guard can lead you outside. You see the reflection of light in the trail of tears rolling on her face as you walk out.
“Don't be stupid. That's a fortune you idiot,” she scoffs at you, angry again. “I'll just stay here for a century or so, counting the stones in the walls or something,” she says and starts pacing nervously around her small cell.
You repeat your offer.
“Shit, you really are stupid. How do you expect me to refuse an offer as good as this one? Do you even have that much? You're still loaning half of those points from your initial tasks right? Are you absolutely sure about this?” She suddenly stops both talking and her pacing and looks into your eyes. You get the same feeling you got when she did that during her explanation of immortality. An overwhelming feeling of attraction, visions of her perfect, naked body in your loving embrace.
“I'm a succubus, you know,” she admits unexpectedly. “And not a shabby one at that. I can give my body to you in exchange, how about that?” she asks stepping closer to you without breaking eye contact. “I could pay the points back too, of course. It will take me a few years, but I'll manage.” She looks at you, tilting her head in anticipation. "What would you want from me?"
“Are… Are you serious?” she ask visibly shaken. “This must be the nicest thing anyone has ever done to me,” she whispers shyly, which is a very strange state to see her in. “I mean, people, or rather men specifically, have been doing all kinds of stupid things for me, but all of those were in hopes of getting into my pants.” She laughs nervously at her own joke. “What does that makes us? I only had lovers up to this point. I also had my sister, but she's a special case.”
You propose that the two of you become friends.
“Friends,” she says slowly as if trying to taste the word. “Yeah, I like it!” she exclaims with a beaming smile, which seems even more radiant now, after seeing her sad state moments ago. “I heard that having friends is great but Holy Semen, you are of the charts!” she says practically jumping in excitement.
“I have so many thing I wanted to with friends, you know? Like, we could, like, visit restaurants, go for picnics, or, or maybe fire up a grill? And confectioneries too! You know, in those cute little cafes, we definitely should try those… Oh,” she snaps out of her daydream. “Sorry, got a little too excited there, haha. Lets get me out of here first, ok? And if you have anything you'd like us to do together, I would totally consider not declining it,” she says with her usual teasing grin.
“And what, that's all? No hidden catches? I mean, yea, of course I'll pay you back as quickly as possible.” She tries to scratch her head but since her hands are held together she only manages to hit her face. “Shit,” she mutters under her breath. “At least allow me to take you to dinner once we get out of here, ok? I know some dreamworlds with great restaurants,” she proposes, waging her words carefully as if testing your reactions.
She regains her confidence as soon as you agree to go out with her. "Great! You're gonna love it, I promise. And if you ever feel like you'd like to try some new food, you know who to ask, right?"
“Yes, of course,” she agrees right away. “I'm yours to use however you see fit,” she says switching to a more official tone.
“Just so you know, I'm very grateful to you. Not everyone would do something like this, even for the privilege of having a Princess of Hellscape as their servant. Well, former princess to be exact.” She seems to get lost in thoughts for a moment but snaps out of it right away.
“What are your orders?” she asks resolutely. “I have some great ideas on how to increase your power and influence if you'd like to hear them. I also have ideas of some great debauchery if that is what you'd prefer.” She gives you a wicked smile, showing her sharp fangs. “Or you could just enjoy me right away as only we get out of here.”
“Well…” Malice hesitates for a moment. “No, no, please don't go. I agree, I agree,” she says in a panicking voice. “I belong to you and I will work my hardest to repay you,” she says, quickly bowing her head.
After negotiating you agree to a form a contract where she will be tasked with doing her best to fulfill your desires to pay back one point a year. She also gets an option to buy herself out earlier if she manages to gather any power.
“Seems like your the one in power now,” Malice says after all the paperwork is done. “Don't get me wrong, I am very thankful for getting me out of there. Serving you is way better than the alternative.” She hangs her head rubbing red marks on her wrists. “It's just that, I was a princess, you know? Sixth to the throne and now I'm…” she goes quiet mid sentence. “Shit, this isn't like me. You're not gonna regret your decision,” she says with seemingly restored energy, spinning around to show off her body. “And my brain isn't to shabby either. So…” She closes in to you, bows slightly and looks up to your face with a mischievous smile. “What would you like to do?”