As they headed through the demon castle, Taput lazily held the end of the chain in his left hand. The silver links went back to Ashlynn’s wrists, held slightly in front of her as she walked, through the metal link in the cuff, and back up to the leather collar she wore. Ashlynn walked along, watching Taput’s legs, nearly mesmerized by the swirling green glow, like ever shifting tribal tattoos cover his muscular body.
Ashlynn’s Succubus, a purple demoness that shared Ashlynn’s name and face, walked along behind, copy Ashlynn’s pose and movements, grinning widely to herself.
They were deep within the labyrinth of the castle. After Ashlynn had heard the demons use the name Brittney, she had been intrigued, and had ordered Taput, who was now enslaved to her, to take her to investigate. Ashlynn had at least a vague conception of all the demons who served Lisa, and therefore, she had assumed, Lisa’s Master Erostopholes. This new name had been a mystery she couldn’t ignore, even though she was charged to get Lisa’s book from the library.