"Alright, who and what the fuck are you?" Molly questioned. She knew it was rude, but considering the night she'd just had, she was in no mood to fuck around. She was in her room now, sitting on her bed with her two duel spirits sitting on either side of her in case the woman standing across the room from them proved to be dangerous in some way. She didn't seem happy about this, but was willing to accept it.
Molly did have to admit, who or whatever she was, she certainly was gorgeous. She glowing skin was flawless and smooth, her long dark hair flowed down her body and only increased the effect. Her legs went for miles, her breasts Molly suspected could support a Christmas tree, and her ass could have stopped traffic. If Molly weren't in her current state of mind, she would probably have been drooling over the woman the moment she saw her. Instead, she was just suspicious.
The woman seemed to think this was a fair response. "Straight to the point then? Alright, my name is Azle, and I'm a succubus." "You're a what?" Molly questioned. "Succubus," Azle repeated, "Essentially a sex demon. Me and my brother come from beyond the veil between worlds. We come from the same domain as your duel spirits. Ask them if you don't believe me." She said, expecting skepticism.
Molly didn't question it, only glancing to her duel spirits, who both nodded, and looking back, "Alright, and what exactly are you doing here?" Molly asked. "I'm here because I chose you." Azle said, "Just as my brother chose the man you lost to." "What do you mean chose?" Molly asked, eyebrow raised in further suspicion of the succubus in front of her. They weren't exactly considered a trustworthy race, in either reality or the limited human mythology on them.
Azle sighed, "Every few hundred years or so, me and my brother play a game. He's an incubus, the male version of our species. We liked to duel, just as humans duel, but we don't do so in the same way. For us, there's much more at stake than reputation. Whoever wins gets to make a decision, they get to decide what happens next. We've both won a handful of times since the beginning of time. My brother's victories have led to him making choices resulting in mass human death and violent sexual crimes across the planet."
"Mine, well, mine have indeed been equally as intense, and perhaps even more sexual, but nowhere near as malicious. I think my brother has a bit of a grudge against your race, though I can't begin to imagine why. Whenever we duel, we do not do so directly. Rather, we select humans and use them as pawns in our games. Once, for example, he hedged his bet on a man named Caligula, and I once bet on a woman named Cleopatra. We don't always limit to our own gender mind you, though we do try to avoid picking the same one, just out of spite I guess."
"So.. this time around, you chose me, and your brother chose Price?" Molly asked. "Indeed. But he did more than just choose him. He formed a compact with him." Azle said. "He is now attached to him, their souls linked together, his mind infecting the humans. That's how he was able to unlock every duel spirit in his deck so quickly, and that was how he defeated you."
"Normally we don't form compacts. There's no rule against it, but we've never felt the need to before. Hundreds of games and not once has it happened. If he chose to do so now, it means he is truly determined to win. And if he is, that means there's something he has in mind for his next choice, and I doubt it'll end well for anyone. We may not be capable of bringing your race to extinction, not even demons of our power are strong enough for that, but there are other things he can do to cause massive damage to the world, and set into motion the possible extinction, or enslavement, or ascension, it's impossible to know with my brother. Even by my own standards, he's an enigma. He could be plotting to blow up the planet, or re-purpose it as a brothel for all I know."
"But you don't trust him to do anything pleasant." Molly surmised. "Not for an instant. He never has, and has shown no intentions of doing so in the future, so it's a safe bet to make. I believe that you have the potential to defeat Price and my brother, if I help you along the way." Azle said. "If we win, I'll even allow you to make the choice instead of me. Perhaps that will show my brother the worth of you humans."
This was all more than a little overwhelming for Molly. She's probably assume she were dreaming under most circumstances, but somehow she knew she it was real. Likely the succubus was using magic to suppress Molly's desire to not believe what she was hearing. "So, you want to form a compact with me? And when you do, you'll be merged into me?" She asked, unsure how she felt about this.
"In a sense, yes. You'll still be in control of yourself, but you'll have my influence to guide you to victory." Azle explained. "If I accept it," Molly said, "Would you promise to only speak to me about duels against Price? It's only fair against him because he has one to, but it wouldn't be right to use your knowledge to win against other duelists who aren't a part of this."
"Strange, I would have thought you'd love the opportunity to skyrocket upwards with the wisdom of a sex demon," Azle said, "But very well, I'll respect your odd views and will not interfere unless my brother is involved in the duel. So Molly, do we have a deal?" She asked. Even with the agreement made, it still took Molly a good few moments to actually make herself nod and reach out to shake her hand.
"Alright, so is the compact formed now?" Molly asked. Azle shook her head, "Far from it. We must join in pleasure to join mentally." The succubus grinned, pulling Molly to her and kissing her gently, "Do not worry, I'll at least attempt not to overwhelm you~"