Suicidal

Ember listened to Flavna's remark and answered, "From where I'm standing, wherever your glorious Purple Capes go death, torture, and rape follow."

Flavna's eye twitched and she asked, "Is everyone in your group suicidal?"

Ember shrugged, "Not really, but after what we've been through, could you blame us if we were?"

"Gamesh," Flavna motioned the other captain closer and then asked quietly, "Did you get a reply?"

"Oh, yes," Gamesh answered. "The Guild supposedly immediately dispatched its main combat force. As for the Palace… I made contact with the Palace Guard. They said they would inform their commander, and that is all I heard from them."

"What a joke," Flavna shook her head. "As for you two—"

The sound of a thunderous eruption interrupted the captain. The sound came from outside, far below, in the city. But the damaged fortress was also affected. It trembled, and cracks further spread through the walls. More brickwork was dislodged and another part of the damaged outer wall cracked and collapsed down below. But as the trembling subsided, the fortress still stood.

"What now!?" Flavna ran up to the opening in the wall to take a look at what caused the earthquake. And it did not take more than a second to see the massive, multi-limbed creature crawl from beneath the fortress rubble. "That fucking abomination again!?"

Beatrice's eyes snapped wide open when she heard that. She let go of Olivia's bloody body, jumped up, and rushed to the opening. Without even a thought for fear of heights, Beatrice looked straight down and saw the thing that flashed in her mind when she heard the captain speak.

The tentacle demon shed the rubble off its body as it rose to its full form. From above, the demon's giant, disc-like body, full of countless swellings and lumps of different sizes and colors looked like a plate painted in dark and sickly colors by a disturbed artist.

The demon did not waste time in finding new victims. While it used some tentacles to remove the biggest pieces of debris off its body, it used all its other tentacles to find grab new victims among those that just arrived to rescue possible survivors. The demon's many moving, breathing protrusions already began to spread its vile purplish mist around it. And the first people that the demon captured it put straight into the thick of the purple mist and held them there like meat in marinade.

"PIECE OF SHIT!!" Beatrice screamed and jumped right out of the opening, with the demon's body as her landing target.

"What are you—?" Flavna reached out to grab Beatrice, but she did not expect such a reckless action, and only caught air in her hand as she watched Beatrice fall presumably to her death hundreds of feet below.

Flavna turned to Ember and said, "You were saying!?"

"Could you blame us?" Ember repeated with a smile and slowly approached the edge where Flavna stood with one hand on the damaged wall for support.

"Woah there," Gamesh walked up and stood between Ember and Flavna.

"But I just wanted to see," Ember explained herself with a shy, pleading smile. "Aren't you curious what else the person who turned your soldiers into brainless, milk-guzzling fanatics is capable of?"

Flavna looked down again and watched the insane woman rapidly approach the tentacle abomination.

As Beatrice fell, she brought up her Skill menu that she futilely sifted through in search a Skill that could save Olivia. With her last available Skill Point, Beatrice Enhanced her [Succubus's Wings (+1)] to a next enhancement level of (+2) and went into a controlled descend.

Skill Enhancement: Succubus's Wings (+2)

Rank: D

Type: Combat Craft / Passive

Cost: -

Cooldown: -

Description: Small wings on Succubus's back. Provide noticeable lift and impressive gliding potential.

Can protect from fall damage by additional 50 feet compared to regular humans. 

Can expend Stamina Points with a 1-to-1 feet-to-Stamina ratio to prevent fall damage from greater heights if landing on something soft or in water. Able to jump into a low-level flight and maintain it by expending 1 Stamina Point per second.

Minimum Requirements:

Character level: 15

Skill Points in Combat Craft: 10

Beatrice then activated her [Sharp Claws (+2)], and with a scream, "HEY, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, UP HERE!!" lunged claws-first straight into one of the bigger bubbling festering masses on the demon's body.

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