(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Oh, that baatezu camp follower whose made her home in Sigil? Curious,
no? But then, what better a place to train her agents than that little 'brothel'
of hers..."
"Baatezu camp follower?"
"Ever since her mother sold her into slavery, she has been a plaything of the
Planes for many a century. She claims that she was able to free herself from
her chains, but you may give that word as much credence as you would give
the word of any other tanar'ri. Myself excluded, of course." Vrischika lips
pressed tight in a dark, pursed smile. Every word she uttered was a piercing
barb, hitting home as much as they were casually tossed. Some demons
destroyed their targets by seduction and honey-sweet words. Others did so
by slipping poison in the subtle wounds they carved.
At least Grace was pleasant.
"It is the truth -" Grace started, but was interrupted by Vrischika's fiery
tongue.
"Truth?! Truth?! One does not 'win free' of baatezu contracts, you whore
cloaked in human skin. You speak lies, and all the tanar'ri hordes know it,
from the lowest legions to the other comfort-suckling succubi as they cavort
across the planes. 'Fall-from-Grace was but a baatezu slave from the
moment she was born, and so shall she always be.' You still are an
indentured plaything of the baatezu, to be tortured and commanded as they
see fit." Vrischika sneered. "You even behave as they do."
Grace's voice was sweet balm over the cankers Vrischika spread, "One may
win free of baatezu contracts if one is wary of the wording, and if one
realizes that the baatezu are beholden to keep their own word. One must
simply beware of any meanings that may be twisted to their ends... and I am
well versed in language and its subtleties. Even so, it was not an easy
matter..."
"Enough! I do not care to hear you speak your lies in my presence!"
Fall-From-Grace maintained her flawless composure and simply nodded...
though when I caught her eye, she gave a slightly exasperated look, then
smiled.
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