VRMMO: World's First Glyphborne-Chapter 125: A Word that rhymes with Witch
"Yes Ma’am, I’m sure that it was her. I could recognise that horrible demons face anywhere. I’ve been extra vigilant in looking out for her ever since she dared lay her hands on you." One of Lox’s simps eagerly answered, using it as an excuse to move closer to her.
LusciousLox naturally blocked this attempt, whipping her tail into his face the moment he stepped close to her personal bubble, but the man didn’t care. He touched his cheek lovingly and inhaled the air that she existed near, loving the scent her presence left behind.
Lox nearly puked when the man did such a thing, but she kept herself together. She had dealt with these simps more than enough to know how to keep them on a short leash. It was easier with the especially loyal ones, as she could treat them as terribly as she wanted and they would still love her.
So long as they thought they had a chance with her, that was. But that was easier than you would think. Just a smile was enough to convince their delusion that she was in love with them, and their parasocial personalities would do the rest.
So eager to please and win her affection, to prove that they were better than the other men. It was so pathetic, but so useful.
She touched her cheek, which had a slight phantom pain, as she remembered her last encounter with that horrible woman. Not only did she dare to touch her face, but she had slapped her like she was just some common street walker, and then did something to her.
LusciousLox couldn’t exactly remember how she had died, which made it even more annoying that when she had recovered what was left of her body, that she did not recover all of her stats.
Some of them were missing, and no matter how many times she died or got her body back, she never went back to full strength.
"Well? What are you waiting for?" She said before snapping her fingers to get her servants attention,
"Go find her. But don’t think about doing anything. I want to be the one that kills her myself. Oh! And one of you boys go guard the mausoleum, one death isn’t enough for that bitch."
She snapped her fingers again and walked away, leaving her group of simps to scamper over each other, fighting each other for the best search locations before going their seperate ways, convinced that if they were the one that found the girl then it would definitely be the thing that made Lox fall in love with them for sure.
Why wouldn’t she want to date them after this? It was fool proof!
LusciousLox strolled through the towers entrance room, uncaring of which of her simps actually found her. Really, this was an unexpected windfall. She had just found out which city her Prince was in, and she was about to go meet him so that they could play together, when one of her followers caught sight of that horrible woman.
She couldn’t go off to a date with that on her mind, so she thought that killing her over and over again until she couldn’t play again would be the perfect way of putting her in a great mood for her date with the Prince. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Such a great mood, that he would undoubtedly be happy to see her and be unable to resist her charms for much longer.
She strolled over to the receptionist desk, swaying her hips in an exaggerated manner with every step, and immediately rang the bell sitting on the desk multiple times.
The receptionist, who had been standing there the entire time, slid the bell backwards and out of her reach, before putting on a strained yet professional smile.
"How can I help you Ma’am?"
LusciousLox gave the helper woman a fake, half hearted smile and tapped her fingers impatiently against the desk.
"Uh yeah, I’m looking for someone that came in here. So tell me where they went and I won’t have to write you up to your manager, Mmkay?"
The receptionist’s eye twitched slightly as she stared blankly at this woman, already picturing in her mind what it would be like to beat that smug smile off of her face.
***
Unaware of the Demon named Karen, and her horde of loyal minions, currently sniffing around for her blood, Belladonna followed the directions of her ring through twisting corridors until she finally came across the room in question.
Grasping the door handle, she heard the doors lock clunk open as soon as her ring tapped against the handle, before it locked again as soon as the door swung closed behind her.
A host of tools lined the wall of the room, displayed either on shelves or simply hung from hooks. From knives to mortar and pestles to metallic tools that would look more at home in a torture dungeon.
Everything that a girl could ask for, and even a few that she would not, could be found. Not to mention a huge cauldron sitting on top of a circular stone platform a few inches tall, and a table for preparing other ingredients. On top of this table, a wooden box was already sitting and waiting for her.
Honestly, it was like the fantastical version of her dream kitchen. All it was missing was a hot shirtless man cooking food for her and it would be perfect.
Belladonna laughed softly at the strange mental image that gave her, and chose not to think too deeply into whose face appeared on that shirtless body, as she got right to work. She pulled the Cauldron off of the platform, revealing an intricately carved fire rune on the top of the platform, and a few channels for mana to flow through.
From the shelves, she selected something that was close enough to a pan to sear the meat in and placed it on top of the platform like it was a stove top, and then began to prepare her ingredients.
A few cuts of meat that still needed to be dressed, the Lord’s Orchids that she had received from Midas and had absolutely no creep stink on them, unlike the others. Next came the vials of fear filled blood and that just left one thing.
