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| Agrat looked at Devilah scornfully. Insubordination against superiors was certainly grounds for more punishment. But she was thinking and she decided to ignore it. She paced back and forth for a bit. Finally she turned back to Devilah.

"Are you Good?" she asked straight out.

"Me? I sure don't think so," the succubus replied honestly. | | | "No... I don't think so either. I've never heard of a succubus switching sides. Still, if it's your destiny, there's nothing we can do about that. But maybe there is something we can do until then. You still have some time available on your original Skyrim mission. Would you be trustworthy to go back again?"

Devilah kept her face calm, but suddenly her mind was racing. "Go back?! Would she really be permitted to return after what she'd done? But... Dammit, she'd given up that hope. Now Agrat was dangling it in front of her again?! Suddenly Devilah realized that this was the real torture, even if the demoness didn't realize it. She could not betray her thoughts though. If she appeared too eager, Agrat wouldn't trust her."

"Give me those batteries and I'll go back," she said, nonchalantly - deftly implying that she had to be bribed to return. "But why? What do you have in mind?" | | | "Do you think you can recover the Sword? If it could be brought here, the master would be well pleased. And in turn, so would I. We might even be able to forgive your mistakes and give you a new assignment. There's a heroic Khajiit in Elseweyr that's making trouble. You could have a second chance. If you can return with the sword."

"A holy relic, here? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Hell no it's not a good idea! It's an EVIL idea! We may not be able to touch it, but you can! And if it's here it can do no more harm in Tamriel. How the hell it got there though I can't imagine."

Devilah shrugged. "I could ask Sampson where he got it. Perhaps that may give us a clue? But wait. There's a big problem with your idea." | | | The demoness focused on her. "What?"

"We have no idea where Sampson is. How long have I been here?"

Agrat's face relaxed. "It's only been three months. But that will be no problem. He's still in Riften. I have other sources there. For some reason he's stayed there all this time."

Devilah nearly screamed, but she managed to keep her face composed. "Still there?" she thought. "You idiot, why the hell are you still there, Sampson? I knew you were stupid but what the fuck?" Her mind was in such turmoil she barely registered that Agrat was still speaking. | | | "...care that much where it came from. But you have another objective, Devilah. Sampson cannot be allowed to live. You must kill him, and the sooner the better."

"Kill him? You know that's not in my mandate. I don't kill!"

"You do now. Sampson is a danger as long as he lives. He's a true hero, and will wreak havoc on our plans there. He must be stopped permanently. If you won't kill Sampson, I'll send someone else. I'd rather you do it as you have the unique ability among us to be able to touch the Sword, and he trusts you." | | | Devilah nodded and thought rapidly. "If you can get me the mandate, I'll kill him. And bring back the Sword. But you've got to give me some time. He's not going to part with the Sword willingly and he's far to good to defeat openly in battle. I don't trust poison either. I'll need to find some other way."

Agrat considered this. Devilah did know him best. She came to a decision. "Okay, you've got one week tops. I'd prefer you get it done in less time. If he still lives and we haven't got the Sword by that time, I'll report it to the Master and let him decide your fate and what to do about Sampson. Don't fuck this up Devilah. You've got the mandate from me. You are licensed to kill on my authority."

Devilah felt something change within her. A mandate for lethal action was way above her pay grade. There were very few Hellions with that mandate as its use raised the attention of powers both Above and Below. She would only be able to use it once, and then she'd best get back to Hell as soon as possible or there would be repercussions. The battle between Good and Evil was not to be waged directly in the middle realms like this, she knew. She also knew one other thing. She was lying. | | | "When do I leave?"

"Right away, but not so fast Devilah. I require a condition."

"A condition? What?"

"You will open a portal and return to me here every night at midnight and report on your progress. And you will be monitored for compliance. You won't be running away this time, Devilah."

"I wouldn't dream of it," she lied. She only wished she had a plan, but a week could be a long time. Surely some idea would come to her before then. But this was going to complicate matters. Still, she really had no choice. | | | "Good. Here's your wings back. Now get me that Sword, Devilah. Your future depends on it. And get rid of that pest. We don't need another hero in Skyrim. Place is crawling with them anyway."

Devilah stretched her wings, glad to feel them once again behind her shoulders. "I will, Agrat. You can count on me. Oh, what time is it there?"

"Just before 1:00 am. You've got 7 nights to get it done. Don't forget to report back in nightly. Be ready and work quickly."

"I will," Devilah said, trying hard to contain her emotions as she stretched her wings and tested them. | | | "Devilah? Aren't you forgetting something?" Agrat said from behind her as Devilah opened the portal.

Devilah suddenly felt flushed with fear. What had she betrayed?

"I don't think so. I have the coordinates for Riften."

Devilah looked back at her Superior curiously as Agrat tossed something to her. Devilah caught it reflexively and looked down at what she held. | | | "A 4 pack of D-cells. Copper top, just like you asked," Agrat smiled.

Devilah laughed, pulled her vibrator out and inserted the batteries. "Thanks!" she replied sincerely as a strong humming sound filled the air before she switched it off.

"Well, us girls have to stick together. You have the coordinates back here?"

"Of course. Getting into Hell is never a problem!"

"Then go ahead. I'll meet you back here at midnight tomorrow."

Devilah conjured her outfit back on and regretfully banished her wings again. Then she stepped through her portal with a new mission into midnight in Riften. "I'm coming you idiot," she thought to herself. | |