Sampson and Devilah #17 Epilogue

“Oh, there’s Ubergard. Does she see us? It wouldn’t do if she thought we were dead and started chasing Devilah.” “Yup, she waved back. She should be here in a few minutes. Let’s wait for her.”
“Well, now that was something!” “I’ll say! I can’t wait to get a new boyfriend now!” “Huh?” “I’ve got so many new ideas to try out! You didn’t see what she did after the seventh round!” “I’m not sure I want to know.”
“Oh yeah, they started using random objects by then. Oh, and by the way, my childhood teacher was dead wrong! You can fit a square peg into a round hole!” Kitty slapped her hands over her face. “Ugh… And you were sitting there the whole time?”
“Absolutely. They were so lost in each other they didn’t even notice. But the best was at the very end. You’d be amazed by what can be done with a pineapple and a yo-yo!” “What’s a yo-yo? No. Forget I asked.”
“So, how can a Succubus be Good? Isn’t that kind an oxymoron?” “The way I figure it, any sentient creature with free will can go either way.” “Yeah, that makes sense. Sort of defeats the whole self-determination purpose otherwise.” Kitty nodded.
“Kitty, can I ask you something personal?” “Sure Red. Anything. After what you, Ubergard and Shabhira did for me, ask anything. I owe you my life!” “Look, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I’m sure Kitty isn’t your real name.” “No. No, it’s not. And of course, neither is Black Cat.” “So…?”
Kitty leaned close and whispered something to Muz-Ra. “No… Really?” Kitty nodded embarrassed. “Your parents named you that? What, did they not like you or something?”
“It’s not spelled the same and doesn’t mean the same thing in Ta’agra. But that is how it’s pronounced.” “Well, I understand why you don’t go by your name in Skyrim then!” “Yeah, it would be difficult.” “Kinda fitting, if only it didn’t have that other meaning though.” Kitty looked at her with perhaps a touch of menace. “Ok, ok. ‘Kitty’ then!” “Thanks Red. Now here’s Uber.”
“Ubergard! Are you ok?” Kitty called as Ubergard got to the steps. “Yes, I’m fine. Maybe a little sore. I’m so happy to see you are safe. And Shabhira?” “She’s fine too. Sleeping off a spell that Devilah cast on her.” “So, she is a magic user! I suspected as much.” “Oh, she’s more than that, Uber. But it’s ok. They’re gone now. They finally came to understand that I wasn’t really an assassin.” “Thank heavens! After fighting with that Sampson, I knew nothing short of an army would stop him.”
“I’m not sure an army could have either. But let’s go in and see if Shabhira’s up yet. We’ll tell you all about it.” “Say, I have some few more cookies if you’re interested.” “Oh, that’s right. Did they help?” “Well, they didn’t hurt anyway.” The big Argonian looked up at the castle. “You know Kitty, this place is starting to grow on me. I think I could call this home.” Muz-Ra nodded, and with a grandiose gesture and in a much-too-loud for Kitty’s comfort, called out “Welcome back, Ubergard, to Castle Pussy!” “ RED! SHUT UP!”

Sampson and Devilah #16

Later all three females were sitting around the banquet table, eating the last of Muz-Ra’s cookies. “Oh, he’ll be fine. He’s just exhausted. Let him sleep,” Devilah said. “Ok, but you are going to have to clean up the mess!” “You obviously know nothing about us Succubi. It’s already been cleaned up,” said the winged one, smiling and smacking her lips.
“ Ewwwww!” “What can I say, it’s what I do. What do you expect?”
“I didn’t expect a Succubus to eat chocolate chip cookies!” “I didn’t either. I wonder if that’s what starts me to turn to the Good?” Kitty shrugged. “Could be!” Muz-Ra disagreed though, “I suspect Sampson was a more likely cause. Want another?” “Oh, no thanks. I’m stuffed!”
All three sat a second in silence before the laughter started. No one needed to make the obvious pun.
“So what will you do now?” “I’ve already started actually. Sampson will wake up without any memory of what happened after he hit you with the Sword, Kitty.” “Then… he won’t remember… about you?” “Nope. I’ve decided I kinda like the big meathead. He’s stupid as a brick, but sometimes a brick is what you need. I think we’ll stick together for a bit longer.”
“Well, I hear there’s a Thieves Guild in Riften that could use some breaking-up.” Devilah considered this a minute. “Hmm. There’s possibility in that. A bit of persuasion and Sampson will be back on a quest again in no time! Good idea Red!” “But, you know… he’ll think his vow is still intact.”
Devilah sighed. “Yeah. I thought about that. It will really suck, frankly. But he’s gotta have time to recharge again if we’re ever going to manage that again! And also, somewhere in his body, it will remember. I can’t erase that. I think he’ll be a bit more ready to end his vow next time.”
“What about your bosses? Will you get in trouble?” Devilah sighed. “Yes. No doubt. But if my soul is destined to be good, I’m not going to be able to avoid that forever. Who knows, maybe the other team will help me out.” “I do hope so Devilah.”
“Shabhira should be waking up soon, and Ubergard is probably on her way here now. I think we’d better get going. I’ll leave it to you two to do the explaining.” “Is Sampson up for riding again?” “I’ll have to Automate him for a little bit. He’ll be sleep-walking basically. But I’ll get him out.”
Later, at the steps of Castle Kitty. “Good bye Devilah, and good luck!” Kitty called after her. The Succubus, now reverted to her previous form, waved back. “Thanks! I’ll write you if I can! Goodbye Kitty, Goodbye Red!” “I’ll be looking forward to it!” Muz-Ra and Kitty sat on the steps, watching the two heading west into the sun.

Sampson and Devilah #15

Acting on instinct at the suddenness of her advance, Sampson made a lunge and grabbed the sword. Devilah leapt after him, her wings giving her unexpected speed to reach him only a second after he had secured the weapon. That was just enough time for him to raise it, intending only to warn her off and give him time to think. But her inertia was too great and they both realized in horror that he was about to pierce Devilah’s heart.
And again, the sword bounced off.
“Oh my god! I’m sorry Devilah! It was just too much too quick! I didn’t mean to…” cried Sampson as the sword once again fell away. The Succubus ignored him and continued to stare at the sword, once again glowing blue. "Oh no.“ She looked back to Sampson with incomprehension in her eyes. "It… bounced off! Sampson… I… I’m good!”
“You said it will not pierce the skin of any soul whose destiny lies with the Good,” Muz-Ra quoted. Devilah turned back, her eyes glowing with the fires of hell. "No! I can’t be Good. I’m a Succubus goddamn it!“ "But that’s not what your legend said, is it? The destiny of your soul is with Good. That doesn’t necessarily mean it is right now.” Devilah considered this a minute, then turned back to Sampson with the opposite of Good in her eyes.
“Well, maybe so. None of us can escape Destiny…” Sampson looked at the descending Succubus and smiled, having feared just seconds before that he had killed her. "Yes, it is destiny! Come to me, my Good Succubus!“ "The Sword of St. Michael couldn’t pierce me, my love. But you’ve got another sword that looks like it will do just fine…” And with that, she was upon him as he embraced her as well.
“Oh!” Kitty blurted out, trying to make out the tangle of fur, flesh and demon wings writhing before her. “Wow. I’ve never seen that before.” Muz-Ra sat and made herself comfortable, watching the proceedings as the Succubus and the Hero became one. “Oh, I have. There was this guy over in… Wait, what? Okay, now that I’ve never seen before!”
Kitty crouched down beside Muz-Ra, trying to get a better angle on the action. "Can she really bend that far?“ Muz-Ra suggested, "Well, she is a demon from hell. I guess they can do pretty much whatever they can conceive of. Say, do we have any popcorn?” “Thy rod <pant> and thy staff <groan> they comfort me…” Devilah was muttering.
“Speaking of conceiving…” “ Whoa! Thar she blows! Backed up much Sampson?” But the lovers were oblivious to anything or anyone around them. A sigh like the release of a thousand orgasms came from the throat of Sampson. “My cup runneth over!!!” Devilah shouted. “Like a bunny, he just keeps going and going!” Muz-Ra noted. “He must have a prostate the size of a watermelon!” suggested Kitty “I guess!”
Finally the two stood up. "Looks like the show’s over…“ Muz-Ra stated. "I guess I’d better go check on Shabhira,” Kitty said. “Wait! Round two!”
“Wow! Sampson’s truly got the stamina of 10 men. This time he’s taking charge!” “Oh, this is turning me on far too much. Sure you want to stay and watch?” “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life!” Muz-Ra said, waving away the little Khajiit distractedly before returning to her biological observations. “Well I’m off. Don’t get too close!”

Sampson and Devilah #14 pt 2

“The Sword of St. Michael. It must be!” Devilah said in wonder. “Who’s Michael?” asked Kitty. “What’s a Saint?” asked Muz-Ra. “It’s the legendary sword of St. Michael,” Devilah explained. “No, even that’s not right. It’s beyond legendary. No mortal alive knows of it. It’s not even from this universe! It cuts through the wicked as if they were… butter. But it will not pierce the skin of any soul whose destiny lies with the Good. Sampson, you’ve been wielding the sword of St. Michael!”
“What’s a Universe?” asked Sampson.
“Wait,” Muz-Ra said, scratching her head. "If no mortal knows about it then, how do you…“ But Devilah was walking towards the throne now, and seemed to be growing with every step. "Your quest is ended, Sampson. Your vow is complete.”
“Yes,” said the stunned hero, “it is.” Kitty began backing away, none too sure what was happening but very sure she didn’t want to be at the center of it.
“It is time Sampson,” said Devilah, her outfit suddenly changing into something far different. Sampson could only stare at the approaching and growing figure, now sprouting wings. “An Angel!” he cried, falling to his knees.
“Goddammit,” Devilah said stopping in mid-air. Do these LOOK like angel wings you idiot?“ "Well, now that you mention it…”
“I’m a Succubus. Are you blind? And I’ve waited quite long enough for you, Sampson. It’s time for you to do your duty! Fuck me now!”
“In front of everyone?” “Which word did you not understand? I don’t give a rat’s ass!” Devilah shouted, waving her hand to one side which instantly removed Sampson’s armor as he sat naked before her.
“But… but…” “Normally I’d say no till the second date, but it’s been a long wait, so sure! If that’s what you want,” smiled the Succubus evilly.

Sampson and Devilah #14 pt. 1

“Ok, Sampson. You have me now. I am helpless. If you absolutely insist on killing me, you can do so. But know that if you do, you are killing an innocent person.”
“I…” Sampson stammered. “But… I have to! It’s my quest! I have to complete it.” “If you took out the Dark Brotherhood, I’d say you already have,” Muz-Ra said, coming out from the dining area. “Oh, he definitely got rid of them!” Devilah said, brushing crumbs off her breasts as she followed.
“Then you’re done. You’ve been done for days. Your quest is over. Your vow is complete!” Kitty implored. “No! Your glamour is wasted. Die now BLACK CAT!” And with that battle cry, Sword swung in a fast arc at waist level, impossible to duck or jump over. Kitty had just enough time to realize what was happening before the blade struck her square in the chest.
“ NO!!!” cried Muz-Ra, far too late. “ SAMPSON! STOP!” cried Devilah, just as late.
And the sword…
…bounced off.
His hands expecting the thunk of metal on flesh, Sampson was unprepared for the immediate and complete cessation of movement as Sword seemed to strike hardened steel. The reaction threw Sword completely out of his hands as it clattered to the stone floor. Momentarily the scene was frozen as Kitty looked down, prepared to see the horror of a blade deep in her torso.
Both Muz-Ra and Devilah were trying to comprehend what they were seeing and Sampson stood stunned, looking at the sword now uselessly resting on the floor and glowing a bright blue.
“What the hell?” came from all four simultaneously. Sampson looked at Kitty. Kitty looked at Sampson, then shrugged. “Really? You didn’t do that?”
“Not me! I thought I was dead!” As the glow began to fade from the blade, Devilah was the only one who could understand what had happened…

Sampson and Devilah #13

As they entered the castle, Sampson and Devilah were greeted by the sight of a long hallway, at the far end of which sat a throne upon a raised dias. A dark figure sat upon the throne, clad all in black.
Devilah’s eyes scanned the surroundings while Sampson’s were fixed upon the figure ahead. When no apparent danger presented itself, Sampson strode towards the throne. “At last, we meet Kitty… or should I call you The Black Cat?!” “And you must be Sampson. What have you done to my friends?”
“Your giant Argonian lay unconscious in Riverwood when last I saw her.” “And Shabhira?” Sampson looked uncertainly to Devilah. “Oh relax. She’s just asleep.” “She’d better be. Come forward, although I doubt I could stop you from doing that anyway.”
As they passed the outer hallway, they were struck by the smell of baked cookies. “What on earth is that!?” cried Devilah. “What fiendish trap is this, assassin?” “That,” said Muz-Ra stepping out from a side passage, “is Chocolate Chip.”
“Cookies? You think to stop us with cookies?” roared Sampson. “What’s a cookie?” asked Devilah, stepping up to Muz-Ra. “Mostly flour, butter and sugar – though these have these little chocolate bits.” “Now hold on a minute,” Devilah cautioned Sampson. “They do smell awfully good.” “Try one. I think you’ll like them. Don’t worry, they’re not poisoned or anything. Here, pick one and I’ll eat it first.”
“Trickery. Devilah, don’t do it!” “Oh, lighten up Sampson. Just one surely can’t hurt,” she replied, then turning back to Muz-Ra, added “No need for that, Argonian. I trust you,“ said Devilah as she gingerly took a nice big cookie from the plate proffered. "Why thank you! I’ve got milk to go with it over at the table right there.” “Oh! Sampson, you’ve got to try one! They’re really good! I’ve never had these before. What’s your name?” “I’m Muz-Ra but everyone just calls me Red. And you?”
“I am Devilah. Very glad to meet you Red! These are just delicious. I don’t eat much I’m afraid, so this is new to me. But I must say, some milk would be just the thing.” “Well come back here with me. I promise there are no traps or hidden guards waiting to pounce. I just couldn’t carry the plate AND the milk…” “Sampson, wait just a couple minutes for me would you? I’ll be right back.” “ Devilah, no! Can’t you see it’s a trick?” “Sampson, I’m an unusually good judge of character. There is no deceit here. Maybe a bit of distraction, but your quest can wait.” “ No! No more waiting! Say your prayers, assassin. Your life ends here!” “Oh dear. Sorry Red. Looks like they’ll have to wait.“ "That’s a pity. I had chocolate milk waiting too.” “ *CHOCOLATE* milk? Oh to hell with Sampson, lead on Chef!” And Red led Devilah back to the waiting snack.
Sampson watched in horror as she left. “DEVILAH! Come back!” “Hold your horses, I’ll be there in 5 minutes, tops. Besides, I’m just right here.” Sampson then turned his gaze back to the throne, but it lay empty. “Curse you Cat! Where are you hiding?”
A voice seemed to come from everywhere as he climbed the dias, looking around desperately. “What, you expect me to just sit still while you kill me? Look, Sampson. I was in the Brotherhood. But I left when they were going to make me kill someone! I didn’t have the stomach for it. I may have done some bad things in my life, but I’ve never assassinated anyone!”
“Well, there was that one guy in Helgen,” Muz-Ra suggested, stepping out from the dining area. “Hey, that was in battle. That’s different,” said Kitty, crawling out from behind the throne. Then she looked up at the hulking brute glaring down at her with murder in his eyes. “Oops,” she said.

Sampson and Devilah #12

“Nay. She fought bravely and honorably. Her death would bring no good to the world.” “And what of her last words? Would you consider relenting from your goal?” “Never. The Khajiit must die. But we should be off before she wakes. To kill such as her would bring dishonor to my name, and short of death she surely will try and thwart our goal again. We know the path and the castle awaits.” “Oh, she won’t be waking up for hours… I would guess, I mean.”
“Sometimes, Devilah, I think…” “Really? When? I mean, What do you think?” “Never mind. Come, we can be at the castle by noon.”
“Certainly is imposing,” Devilah admitted. “ANYONE HOME?” called Sampson. Devilah looked at him shocked. “What in the hell are you doing?” “Announcing our presence of course.” “Ever heard of the element of surprise?” “I cannot abide elementals of any sort.”
“Sampson. Is that you?” called a distant figure up high on the walls. “Shabhira? So you are in league with the fiend!” “I’m sorry Sampson, but she’s my friend. She’s no fiend.” “I dispatched your large Argonian, I’ll dispatch you as well!” Sampson challenged. “Ubergard? Damn you human, you’d better not have hurt her!”
“I admit, she was… honorable. She lay unconscious in Riverwood when last I saw her. But she could not thwart my will, Khajiit. Your stink bombs will not stop me either.” “You think not? Let’s find out!” And with that, Shabhira hurled something green and glass-like at them.
The vial would have covered the entire entrance with it’s fumes – but oddly it came to rest unbroken, stopping at the last minute as if cushioned instead of shattering on the paving stones. “What the hell?” Shabhira blurted out. Then she recovered and began tossing multiple vials of widely diverse colors and shapes upon the intruders. All tinkled softly upon the stones as if placed there by the most delicate of hands.
“Who’s doing that?” Shabhira shouted, perplexed before spotting the telltale glow around Devilah’s hands. “Oh! Did you know your partner was a Mage, Sampson? Look at her! Look at her hands! She’s got some sort of spell protecting you! Is that how you defeat your opponents? With magic?! And you said you had honor!
Devilah let out an uncharacteristic growl and the glow from her hands changed from green to blue. "Devilah? Is it true? What are you doing back there?” As Sampson turned around, Devilah shot one hand up towards the now defenseless Khajiit. A flash of blue leapt from her outstretched hand and Shabhira fell back, no longer visible. “DEVILAH! You ARE casting magic! I saw you! What have you done to her?” “What, do you want to smell like a sewer for the rest of your life? And that assumes you’d have had a life if some of those other vials had broken! She was using magic too you know. It’s only fair!”
“Stop it Devilah! You will use no more magic while I’m on this quest, do you understand?! I will not have my honor tarnished by the use of magic! Do I make myself clear?” Devilah backed down. “Ok, ok.” “Speak no more of this, lest I banish you from my side. Let us find this Kitty and be done with this!” Devilah bowed her head in obeisance. “Yes my master.” But underneath her brow, her eyes blazed with the glow of flames.

Sampson and Devilah #11

The next morning… “Sampson! Are you…?” “Devilah! No! I… Um… it’s not… It’s just that, in the morning, see…” “Oh, I see all right! It’s just us two in here you know. That whole vow thing…” “Maybe just a little…” Sampson wavered for a moment. “No! Let’s get going Devilah. This day will see the end of that cursed vow one way or another!”
“If you say so, master.” “Devilah?” “Yes master?” “You are… beautiful.” The red-clad Khajiit just smiled and gave Sampson a kiss, and then they were off again.
“HALT!” Ubergard shouted as soon as Sampson and Devilah walked out of the Sleeping Giant. Immediately, Sampson drew his sword menacingly, though he was not unshaken by the size of the armored Argonian that stood before them, nor the evil-looking battleaxe that remained at her back. “What is this? Who are you, Argonian, and why do you oppose me?” “I would ask the same of you, warrior. What is your purpose here in this place?”
“I am Sampson, Justice-Bringer and Assassin-Bane. I come seeking vengeance for the crimes of the Dark Brotherhood!” “A noble quest, but there are no assassins here. You are entering Whiterun territory. Do you have the ear of the Jarl?” “Of course not. Why would I have his ear?” “She means, do you have his approval?” Devilah pointed out.
“Oh. Well, no. But all right-thinking aristocracy would welcome me and my quest! Are you his emissary?” Now it was the Argonian’s turn to feel uncertain. “Well, no. Not exactly. But like you I live to serve Law and Peace. I fear you would bring violence to my home.” “None to honest citizens, of that I assure you. But there is one in these lands whom I seek. A Khajiit known to the Brotherhood as The Black Cat. To you she is known as Kitty.” Ubergard could not hide her recognition of the name, and Devilah picked up on it immediately.
“Clearly you know her,” Devilah stated. “Honor my master’s geas and tell us where we can find her so that we can put an end to this quest.” “I know her. But in this I will not aid you. Kitty is not the Khajiit you believe. She was rejected by the Brotherhood because she would not take a life for gold.”
“You lie. Stand aside Argonian, or you shall suffer your evil friend’s fate, I swear by my good name!” “I will not,” Ubergard stated and drew her vicious blade. “Then have at you!” shouted Sampson and the fight began as Devilah drew aside, watching them both with flashing eyes.
——————————- An hour passed, sapping the strength of both warriors with neither scoring a decisive hit. A lull in the fighting found both heaving for breath before attempting the next lunge. “You fight well, <pant> Argonian. Surely such skill as you posess <pant> should not align itself with <pant> such as this Black Cat! But you must know you are beaten. <pant> You now only defend. <pant> Look, you can barely lift your blade!”
“And you as well, human. <gasp> I have never fought against such. <gasp> You may best me yet, I cannot lie. <gasp> But if so, let my honor reach your ears. <gasp> Kitty is not your foe!” “Let fate be the judge of that!” screamed Sampson and the onslaught was renewed.
“What happened?!” Sampson cried to Devilah, nearly toppling with exhaustion. “Rest a minute, my brave fighter,” Devilah said, dousing the blue glow from her hands. “But, I didn’t even hit her at the last!” “Perhaps she fainted from sheer exhaustion. Would you dispatch her now that she lies unconscious?”

Sampson and Devilah #10

It was after midnight when Devilah stepped out into the common room and sat before the fire. “Hello?” “Devilah! At last. Things haven’t been going well down here.” “Oh no. What’s happened?” “The master is asking what’s going on in Skyrim. I had to tell him about the Brotherhood.”
“Oh shit. Does he know about me?” “Not yet. We need to keep it that way until you take your Hero too. How’s your progress?” “Almost there. We found the assassin’s location finally. This should be over tomorrow.” “About time! You’re sure you can take him after that then?”
“He protests, but he was rock-hard earlier. The only thing holding him back is his need to keep this damned vow. I really think he likes me too!” “Devilah! You’re not supposed to care if he likes you or not! All he has to do is LUST after you! Sentiment shouldn’t be any part of it. For heaven’s sake, that might lead to the L word if you’re not careful!” “I know, I know. But he’s… so sweet sometimes. I know he lusts after me already. He just denies it.” “Are you quite sure you’re still playing on our team Devilah? I swear if I lose my position, I’m going to hunt you down to the ends of the earth. An Intervention will be the least of your worries!”
“Oh, calm down flame-girl. He’ll take me tomorrow after we finish off this ‘Kitty’ and then I’ll have him. Even better if she turns out to be a Good. He’ll feel all sad and angsty and conflicted. The master will give you an award if we manage this.” “Hey, where are you? You’re in a tavern? Are mortals hearing us?!” “Relax, I lobbed a time-bomb. They’re in stasis,” Devilah said, climbing atop one of the patrons as proof.
“Oh. Well, that’s better. Ok. I expect I’ll know when he’s ours then?” “The Heavens will shake with our climax!” “They’d better.” “Um… hey… can I ask a favor?”
“What is it this time?” “I… need some batteries.” “Batteries? For what?” “Um… personal needs.” “You brought a vibrator?”
“Well… yeah. It gets lonely waiting for Stud to come around. You disapprove?” “No way! I only wish I’d of thought of that when I was up there! Way to think ahead! But you said you should have him very soon, right?” “Yeah but, well, he’s not experienced with females at all. He probably won’t know how to do me right, you know? Till I get him trained anyway.” “Ah. That’s true. He’ll probably burst before he gets inside.”
“So… those batteries?” “I’ll get them to you somehow. What size? AA?” “No. D. Four of them.” “Oh my god, what have you got up there? Industrial strength jackhammer?!” “Hey, I’ve got needs you know? And we are created to be robust!”
“That we are, Devilah, that we are. Four D cells coming right up.” “Copper top?” “Hey, don’t get picky, Sweet.” “Wish me luck tomorrow. One Hero is worth a hundred you said, right?” “Good luck Devilah! I’m counting on you. Yup. 1 to 100 ratio and he’s a prime catch at that.” “Ok. Devilah out.”
“Damn. It’s not working,” thought Devilah when she returned to their room. “I need Mr. Sparky. Or better yet, you, my cute Industrial Strength Jackhammer. I better just go to sleep I guess.”

Sampson and Devilah #9

“You misunderstand. I’m leaving to go to Riverwood. But only because I want to talk with this warrior. I assume he will be going through there. But no, I rescind my resignation. If I must, I will fight for you Kitty.” “Oh thank you Uber. Thank you all! You know, I really don’t know if I’m even doing the right thing here. Frankly, I can run. I’m damn good at running and hiding. If any of you get hurt, I’ll feel really stupid for this.”
“But if you ran, we’d lose our friend. I’ve seen the guy. He’s a dimwit, but he’s a persistent dimwit. We’d never see you again. I think I speak for us all when I say, you are worth fighting for. We’re with you Kitty, and you’re not making a mistake.” “Thanks Shabhira. Look, that thing I said, back at the cabin. I was wrong. You are my friend.” “I know Kitty. I know.”
“And you are mine. But stay away from FarSeer. He’s mine too.” “I will. Ok, then… so Ubergard is going to Riverrun to meet them, Shabhira is going to prepare some ‘entertainment’. Muz-Ra, are you planning anything?” “Sure am! I’m going to bake cookies!”
“Cookies? What, are you going to try to poison them?!” “No one can kill someone who gave them cookies. It’s against all the conventions of war.” “Worth a shot I guess.” “Kitty,” Shabhira said admiringly to the worried Khajiit, “I do believe Red is the smartest one of us all.” “Chocolate chip I think,” Muz-Ra said as she walked proudly to the kitchen.
Devilah was angry. “No, Sampson. She deliberately led us astray. Lucky for us we stopped by the Cathouse or we’d have gone all the way to Markarth!” “Oh yes. Those girls were SO kinda and helpful!” “I doubt they would have been if you’d have told them why we were searching for Kitty. You should take my advice more often.”
“It is curious how everyone seems to like her so much,” Sampson mused. “Do you think maybe she’s not the arch-assassin you imagined?” “Of course not. That’s just what an arch-assassin would make you think. So clever you think you are, my nemesis. But your cleverness will not save you!”
“So I guess it’s on to Whiterun and the Tails of the Khajiit publisher then?” “Yes. They may be unaware that they have been harboring a mass-murderer, but ignorance of the law is no excuse!” “Ignorance… yes…” muttered Devilah. “What I don’t understand is why they would open a soup kitchen so far from the city.”
“Soup kitchen? What on earth are you talking about?” “The Cathouse. Those darling cherubs would rival you in their generosity to feed the poor, but they really should have set up their soup kitchen inside of Markarth itself. As it is, they say their customers only come at night.” “Oh no… Sampson… really? A Soup Kitchen? I said it was a brothel!” “Yes. That such virtues still exist in this land gives me hope for Justice’s final victory!”
“DEVILAH! I told you last time, you can’t just grab me like that!” “I’m sorry Sampson, sometimes I need to remember why I still hang around you. At times I forget.” “Don’t lose heart, fair companion. The journey has been long and hard, I know. Yet now, the final goal is in sight.We cannot give up hope now when the taste of victory is so close!” “It was long and hard for sure! But I’m not giving up hope yet. I’m confident I shall have a taste soon too. Very soon.”
Later that evening found the pair settling in for the night inside the Sleeping Giant Inn. “So, perhaps the Khajiit witch wasn’t lying after all. Our quarry has, in fact, moved into a castle! Maybe she just had the location wrong.” “Could be. At least we won’t need to go to that Tails place. But it’s late. We’ll storm the gates in the morning, right?” “Yes… Beware, foul assassin, your doom approaches!”
“Devilah?” “Yes, my master?” “Your hand…” “Oh, yes. It was cold. I’m just warming it up a bit.” “Devilah, you’re fondling me.” “Oh? Oh, I’m so sorry Sampson. You are just so warm there…” “Devilah.” “Yes Sampson?” “You’re still doing it. Sleep in the bedroll.” “Yes Sampson,” said Devilah with a heavy sigh.

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