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Allison Aldevan is a sight to behold. What would be considered aristocratic beauty is marred with the marks of her fiendish heritage—forever scarred is she with the marks of her ancestor's fornications with the beyond. But she radiates warm happiness when she steps away from her old friend—a stark contrast to the raving beast she holds in an occult binding pact behind her.

"So," Baker says, taking a deep breath and watching the demonic entity behind Allison bash its meaty paws against the vibrant barrier. "Was I interrupting anything?"

"Oh, this little thing?" the demonic dabbler says, raising a languid hand and poking at the edge of the field. It glows with a deep purple hue. "Just a little practice so I don't get out of touch with my studies."

The demon groans, falls onto its knees, and bows its head low. Its muscles struggle to push itself up, but it cannot move.

Baker frowns at the sight. "You really should be careful, darling," he muses, walking over towards the summoning circle and squatting before the thing. "After what happened."

Allison frowns, ties the sash of her robe, and sighs, "Yes, well, it's because of my ill-planned actions that I must improve my abilities. But you didn't come here to discuss me, did you?"

Baker shakes his head and stands up, keeping his eyes on the bound creature, his expression somber. "You knew there was something different about me. What did you know about your mother's prized toy before I was constructed?"

Running a hand through her hair, reaching over one of the tell-tale horns that mark her dark origin, she says, "Nothing, but something bothers you. You wish to seek answers. Perhaps there is a way we can manage them."

She snaps her fingers, and the magical barrier wanes. Allison saunters toward a stool and sits on it, leaning forward and crossing one leg over the other.

Uncovered by the obscuring spell, the demon can stand, revealing more of its form. Humanoid in shape, its muscles are as toned, if not more, than the statues that line the halls. When it lifts its bald head, burning eyes are as bright as day, with pinpricks as deep as night, and it stares straight at the construct.

Baker adjusts his collar, feeling the chocolate of his form slowly approaching the melting point as the demon stands, towering over him.

It, or rather, she, stands broader than he, with arms probably as thick as his head, a spade-tipped tail swishing back and forth, and a mouth spread wide in a serrated smile.

Baker gulps, keeping his gaze on the nightmare standing before him. "A-and what exactly is going on here?"

"Tell my friend," says Allison. "There are no secrets between him and I."

The demon chuckles, twisting her head, cracking the neck this way and that, and then stands with those massive arms wrapped under her giant tits. "You walked in on us, ya little twerp, and that's leaving me a bit needy."

His hands press to his cheeks as he blushes. "Oh, my, how inconsiderate of me. I did not realize you two were in a relationship."

The demon snorts, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Nah. This was a booty call. Nothing more got it."

"But for you…" she chuckles, leaning in, her whisper winding its way through his ear. "I know things about you."

Baker holds his hand above hers, waiting a moment before he clasps it and pulls her away from his shoulder. "Is that so? Well, that's rather fortunate, isn't it?"

"I can tell you all sorts of things about who made you. It's quite the scandal in the underworld."

He presses his lips to the back of her hand, leaving a smudge of brown upon it. "Unfortunately, I must decline such a tempting offer. I'm embroiled too much in controversy as it is."

Allison quirks an eyebrow at that, steepling her fingers.

"But, I wouldn't mind offering you some advice, my friend," he says to the demon, patting her hand. "The people of Anteronia are quite tricky. You don't want to get caught up in anything you can't handle." He pats her hand and withdraws, bowing to Allison. "I think I shall leave you to it, yes?"

Allison waves her hand at him, and he returns to the door. Not a moment after he steps through, the demon lunges toward Allison, only to be locked in again by the magic she wields.

Matilda stands on the other side of the door, pale and trembling. In her hands, she holds an envelope.

"Oh, what's this?" Baker says, pinching it between his fingers. He leaves the door open just slightly so the light of the room behind him gives him a place to read. The entrepreneur pours over the documentation, humming here and there as he does.

"I… is everything to your liking?" asks Matilda.

“Yes. I'm pretty grateful to Lord Aldevan for supplying this for me.”

“His attorney is with him in the dining room,” Matilda adds.

“Oh, what a lovely surprise, and I didn’ thave to make a demonic deal to get it, either.”

"OH FUCK!" comes the groan from the demon.

Baker closes the door behind him, giggling. "Let's leave the two of them to their privacy, shall we?"

Matilda shudders and shakes as she walks back to the main wing of the estate with Baker. With all she's been through living in the city of sin, what she observed beyond the door leaves her a woman forever changed, and the companionship of Bakers is somehow not comforting. Who can meet with such an otherworldy being and be so spiritually unscathed?