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A familiar spirit is one of those things that spellcasters can have to make their journey into magic much more expedient. Some spend decades studying with no prevail, and others are born with the natural talent to do it. But for the rest, acquiring power is the culmination of a bargain between two things, one of the mortal world and one from without.

M'Goreh tilts his head when he hears Quiquan's words, his smile shifting, altering in intention and direction but not losing the general joviality of the situation. "Do you wish to sign this deal with me?" he asks.

"Seems to me that you're already bound," says Quiquan, turning her snout toward the imp and resting her arms akimbo.

"Perhaps," the demon responds, stepping around the summoner. His feet never touch nor cross the circle, keeping himself at the outside.

Quiquan's gaze reaches past her nose, watching him. "I wish to have power beyond Tik Tik," the kobold says. "Can you grant that for me?"

The demon's eyes widen at those words, rubbing his chin with one hand and his elbow with the other. "Oh, the great Tik Tik—bane of demon kind?"

"If you help me surpass her," says Quiquan," that would undoubtedly be a boon to you back home, would it not? To help someone best the one who bested Zelbia?"

Uttering the name of the self-proclaimed goddess of Lust chilled the room and Quiquan's summoned spirit to a level she had not experienced before, and her eyes drooped slightly.

There is a lethargy that kobolds have when they venture upward in their cavern and tunnel-filled homes. The further they get from the warm belly of the earth, the more their muscles ache and the more their minds slow. The lack of the Dragon's warmth makes it so strange to them. It isn't until they reach the opening of the earth and the n only during the warm times and the day that the warmth breaks through the slowness and sleepiness.

This is why Tik Tik's tower is warm. It stimulates kobold senses while incentivizing those who prefer colder climates to shed their extra layers, providing Tik Tik with the eye candy she desperately wants.

Of all of them, why did it have to be her to inherit such a boon?

"It is dangerous to speak her name," says the imp. "To speak a demon's name is to summon them to your side."

Quiquan steps back, away from the tiny fiend. "I wasn't aware she yet had power," the kobold admitted. "I thought she was soundly defeated during the Tournament of Pleasure."

The kobold continues her retreat toward the door, but M'Goreh stays behind, watching, waiting. But waiting for what? For his demonic mistress to erupt into the chamber and claim what she believes is rightfully hers? After all, Tik Tik's quick adoption of a spellbook led her to her indenture to the most unholy creatures.

Was Quiquan herself also falling for a similar trap here?

She stops at the doorway, seeing his frozen form. She takes a deep breath and speaks. "Do you wish to have a stake in mortal affairs—a partnership? I shall provide you access to this realm, and you shall provide me with the magical energies needed to please my Queen."

M'Goreh snickers, stepping forward and extending a hand to her. "Oh, if it's access to the world you offer, I can do that. Now, why don't we go find this Queen of yours so you can show her all you learn."

Quiquan frowns, but she clasps the demon's hand and shakes it. "But I haven't learned anything from you yet," she says.

"There's plenty of time on our journey."

A clatter and a yip break Quiquan's concentration, and the kobold turns to glance at the owner.

In the hall beyond the chamber, Asuka, the eastern kobold, has fallen back, having dropped a tea set tray. She scoots back, her canine eyes focused on the demonic creature before her.

M'Goreh, now before Asuka, steps forward, chuckling heartily. "Well, well, you were holding out on me, spell caster," the imp says, running a hand over a horn. "This is a real beauty you have here. Let me show you how the magic works."

He holds his hand out before Asuka, and with his eyes glowing a deep blue, he mutters a dark incantation swiftly and insistently.

Quiquan freezes as he utters the spell, falling to her knees and clutching down at her lower belly. "Wuh… what is this?" she gasps.

Asuka's eyes burn blue, and she closes them, panting, her tongue rolling out. She whimpers, rolling to her stomach and writhing on the floor.

"A simple spell, really. Though you must draw from your reserves to cast it," M'Goreh says. "I must admit, my magi, your latent horniness is quite the power indeed."

"Huh… how dare you!" Quiquan chirps. "I am not some… some floozy like Tik Tik.

He turns his palm upward, forms a fist, and then extends his middle and index fingers. Curling, he slowly strokes the air.

Asuka yelps and sighs, scooting to get on her knees and to lift her legs. "Oh yeah? Then what's all this power?" the imp says. "A demon could get used to this, oh yes."

Quiquan bites her lip, scooting closer, though the cold she feels spreads along her lower abdomen. "Stop… M'Goreh… I command you to halt!"

M'Goreh tuts and opens his palms.

Immediately, Asuka collapses, her eyes wide, her body shivering. "Wuh… what have you… have you done?" she asks, whimpering as she looks to Quiquan.

M'Goreh returns beside the blue kobold, hooking his arm around her shoulder and giving her a nice little playful punch on the arm. "Something extraordinary, of course. And this is just the beginning!