Chapter 37: Getting Locked-On

Chapter 37: Getting Locked-On

November 19th, 2088

I am currently cursing my bad luck. Sweat is starting to appear on my brow, and I am regretting discovering this damn world more so than usual. I am desperately trying to keep my calm and figure a way out of this extraordinarily dangerous situation. Why am I cursed to live such an eventful live?

I had reappeared in my masked form in Obsidia after my 10-day disappearance and promptly afterwards the city guard came to tell me that the Cult of Chains would like to interview me about my meeting with the High Inquisitor that occurred 2 days before his disappearance. I was being treated as a witness, not a suspect, which was a good sign yet I couldnt help but have a bad premonition. I arrived at the Temple of Adligo without incident.

I was a rather popular individual amongst the guards so they were quite polite. I guess thats one of the bonuses of bribing so many of them over the years. I was expecting to interview with the new interim High Inquisitor, but was instead told that the Dutiful Erilom had shown interest in me and decided to do the interview personally. I was subsequently requested to disarm and remove my armor pieces as a security precaution. Son of a bitch.

I was led to her extravagant office which should have its picture under the word opulent in the dictionary. There was a soft carpet made from the skins of Ancient Frost Wind Tigers on the floor and shimmering curtains made from the wings of a Rainbow Dragon Monarch Butterfly framed large windows that gave a magnificent view of Obsidia. The cabinets were made from 1,000-year old Black Heart of Evil Oak and were filled with a near priceless collection of books on all topics.

And back we are to the present, where I have just realized that the Dutiful Erilom has locked onto me. Not in a hostile way, which I am in fact quite used to, but in a lustful way. Someone who is in possession of godly magic artifacts and the unquestioning loyalty of one of the most powerful groups in the world is hitting on me. This is bad. Based off of Euals memories, its a well-known fact within the upper echelons of the Cult that Erilom is a completely useless hedonist.

However, she is extremely charismatic and popular among the masses. Combine that with her skillful use of bribery, coercion and manipulation of those who would oppose her, its been accepted that there is no way to forcefully replace her. Eual had been skillfully managing the Cults affairs and was the de facto leader while Erilom was simply the figurehead. He had been making inroads into curbing the rampant corruption before his demise and had widely been considered the best hope for the Cult to get back to its true purpose of helping maintain order for everyone. Shit, did I just kill a good guy?

From Euals memories I have also learned what Eriloms favorite hobby is: seducing young men to the point where they willingly offer themselves to her and ask her to apply the Slave Mark to them. She succeeds more often than not. Shes patient and calculating and has taken years if necessary to succeed. All members of her harem were caught in this manner. She kills them once they get too old for her tastes. Her bedroom apparently is covered with the portraits of all her prey and there is a crypt beneath her bed where she keeps their remains.

Please spare me from this horror film setting, I just want to get the hell out of here. I gave a disinterested stare to Erilom as I waited for her to actually get to the questioning. Her smile widened and I felt a chill go down my spine as she continued to speak Anywa~y, I had originally called you here because I wanted to ask you about your meeting with High Inquisitor Kovart, but on your way over we discovered his notes from the meeting so its no longer necessary. Why the hell am I here then? Erilom snapped her fingers and all of her slave harem started to leave. They all had sad expressions as they filed out like they couldnt bear to not be near her. I feel nauseous.

But I still have something I wanted to talk to you about. She got up and walked over to me with a regal poise and grace. Her body was near fully exposed as usual and she radiated the so called onee-san aura. She grabbed my arm and pressed it tightly to her chest as she stood on her tip-toes to whisper sexily in my ear I happen to have a direct request that I was hoping youd take. Lets go somewhere more private to talk about the details. A direct request from the Dutiful One is bound to be something troublesome, please let it be something I can decline.