Into The Demons' Maw

"Who are you?" Merlin asked, and necrotic magic flew out of the corpse as it talked.

"Amorin Cuchilla,"

"Hold up," Merlin pulled a scroll from between her breasts, "We need to keep this."

The scroll opened up and burst into flames, creating a blue magic circle above her and Amorin.

"This is Merlin, Archmage of Alina. We found Amorin Chchilla's corpse amid the demonic infection. I can only ask it one question due to him being dead for a while, so let's make it count." She smiled.

"Amorin Cuchilla, what does your family have to do with the demonic infection?" She asked.

The corpse twitched, "Our ancestors summoned the demon centuries ago. We're been exploiting the contract for drug production, but we kept the infection in check by sending blade dance masters to kill the infected demons."

The corpse fell to the ground. The magic couldn't force it to speak anymore.