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parking lot, and I ran in
and bought a lottery ticket for this week’s two-million-dollar jackpot, using
the numbers I’d gotten from the divination spell after summoning Destiny.
I gave Lilliana the target’s address. John Andrews. He was
thirty-two, still lived in his mother’s basement, and was still a virgin. From
what I could tell, he wasn’t even ugly, though I couldn’t really judge for
another guy. He just had zero confidence, and couldn’t talk to woman at all,
not even after a few beers. That made him a little desperate, and willing to
do just about anything to sleep with a woman.
Malina was in a very good mood, though I wasn’t sure why,
and she held my hand tightly as she leaned against my shoulder. I even caught
her humming a few times contentedly on our way to John’s house out in the
suburbs. Lilliana pulled over when we arrived and turned around in her seat.
“We’ll wait out here?”
I nodded, “This shouldn’t take long. Come when I call Destiny,
until then wait here. And when you arrive, wear that red lingerie ensemble.”
I got out and walked up to the one story ranch style home.
I knocked on the door, and a woman in her fifties answered the door.
“I’m here to talk to John about a business deal.”
She frowned untrustingly and asked, “Who are you, what do
you want?”
I sighed and pulled out the command ability and focused some
magic through it, “Let me in, and don’t disturb your son for the next twenty-four
hours.”
She nodded a bit confused, but moved out of my way. I
walked through the house into the kitchen, and then opened the door into the
basement. I went down the stairs into a furnished basement that had brown fake
wood paneling from the seventies. John was still sleeping. The place was
clean at least. He had a thirty-two-inch widescreen and one of those game
consoles. The wood furniture looked old and faded but in good condition.
“John!”
He woke up and then cringed back into the bed.
“Relax John, I’m here to make all your dreams come true.”
He snorted, “You’re the wrong sex for that mate, what the
hell do you want?”
I laughed, “Funny. No, I’m here to offer you twenty-four
hours with a woman who will do anything your heart desires, anything at all.
I’m also prepared to give you enough money to get out of here and get your own
place. Of course, nothing is free.”
He frowned, “I don’t need help…” he cut off as I held up a
hand.
“Don’t be embarrassed John, I know you’re a virgin. I know
a lot of things about you and am not here to judge,” I lit my hand on fire, and
let him watch the green flames lick my skin, and then dismissed the infernal
flames, “In fact I’m here to help you out. All it will cost you is your soul.
You won’t even notice, and you’ll keep it until you die, hopefully of old age.”
I casted an illusion of Destiny and waved at her, “This is
the semblance of the woman I’m prepared to offer to you for a whole day. She’ll
do anything you ask her to, and most likely do things you’ve never even
considered before.”
I’d had to use an illusion, because the real Destiny would
have affected his free will with her succubus aura.
He stuttered, “Anything?”
I nodded, “She’ll even get things started if you find
yourself a bit tongue tied.”
His eyes narrowed, “How much money?”
I pulled out the lotto ticket, “This here is the winning
ticket to tomorrow night’s lotto drawing.”
He nodded slowly, “And if it doesn’t win?”
I shrugged, “Then I’ll owe you quite a bit of money, here,
read this,” I pulled out a contract. It was just paper and ink, but it would
be a good focus for the pact.
He read over it and raised his eyebrow, “What’s this part
here, about a replacement if necessary.”
I replied, “Well, on the off chance I can’t hold Destiny
here for the next twenty-four hours, I’ll replace her within a week
and bought a lottery ticket for this week’s two-million-dollar jackpot, using
the numbers I’d gotten from the divination spell after summoning Destiny.
I gave Lilliana the target’s address. John Andrews. He was
thirty-two, still lived in his mother’s basement, and was still a virgin. From
what I could tell, he wasn’t even ugly, though I couldn’t really judge for
another guy. He just had zero confidence, and couldn’t talk to woman at all,
not even after a few beers. That made him a little desperate, and willing to
do just about anything to sleep with a woman.
Malina was in a very good mood, though I wasn’t sure why,
and she held my hand tightly as she leaned against my shoulder. I even caught
her humming a few times contentedly on our way to John’s house out in the
suburbs. Lilliana pulled over when we arrived and turned around in her seat.
“We’ll wait out here?”
I nodded, “This shouldn’t take long. Come when I call Destiny,
until then wait here. And when you arrive, wear that red lingerie ensemble.”
I got out and walked up to the one story ranch style home.
I knocked on the door, and a woman in her fifties answered the door.
“I’m here to talk to John about a business deal.”
She frowned untrustingly and asked, “Who are you, what do
you want?”
I sighed and pulled out the command ability and focused some
magic through it, “Let me in, and don’t disturb your son for the next twenty-four
hours.”
She nodded a bit confused, but moved out of my way. I
walked through the house into the kitchen, and then opened the door into the
basement. I went down the stairs into a furnished basement that had brown fake
wood paneling from the seventies. John was still sleeping. The place was
clean at least. He had a thirty-two-inch widescreen and one of those game
consoles. The wood furniture looked old and faded but in good condition.
“John!”
He woke up and then cringed back into the bed.
“Relax John, I’m here to make all your dreams come true.”
He snorted, “You’re the wrong sex for that mate, what the
hell do you want?”
I laughed, “Funny. No, I’m here to offer you twenty-four
hours with a woman who will do anything your heart desires, anything at all.
I’m also prepared to give you enough money to get out of here and get your own
place. Of course, nothing is free.”
He frowned, “I don’t need help…” he cut off as I held up a
hand.
“Don’t be embarrassed John, I know you’re a virgin. I know
a lot of things about you and am not here to judge,” I lit my hand on fire, and
let him watch the green flames lick my skin, and then dismissed the infernal
flames, “In fact I’m here to help you out. All it will cost you is your soul.
You won’t even notice, and you’ll keep it until you die, hopefully of old age.”
I casted an illusion of Destiny and waved at her, “This is
the semblance of the woman I’m prepared to offer to you for a whole day. She’ll
do anything you ask her to, and most likely do things you’ve never even
considered before.”
I’d had to use an illusion, because the real Destiny would
have affected his free will with her succubus aura.
He stuttered, “Anything?”
I nodded, “She’ll even get things started if you find
yourself a bit tongue tied.”
His eyes narrowed, “How much money?”
I pulled out the lotto ticket, “This here is the winning
ticket to tomorrow night’s lotto drawing.”
He nodded slowly, “And if it doesn’t win?”
I shrugged, “Then I’ll owe you quite a bit of money, here,
read this,” I pulled out a contract. It was just paper and ink, but it would
be a good focus for the pact.
He read over it and raised his eyebrow, “What’s this part
here, about a replacement if necessary.”
I replied, “Well, on the off chance I can’t hold Destiny
here for the next twenty-four hours, I’ll replace her within a week
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