More tags (a whole lot more this time): [DnD] [speaker has jewelry that is *literally* the imprisoned souls of her former warlocks] [some of which are worn as intimate piercings] [everybody cums] [scratching] [mentions of blood due to scratches] [mentions of other "lovers"] [mentions of cuckqueaning]

Summary:

You’re a dweeb, a failed mage and a painfully average guy who made a pact with a devil for a chance at tasting real power. And, all things considered, you have tried to use your ill-gotten magical abilities for good, helping those in need and generally trying to do right by the world.

You’re like Wyll Ravenguard, but not half as cool and handsome.

Your good deeds have not gone unnoticed, and over the past few months you’ve even joined a respectable adventuring party. The problem is, none of your peers know the truth: that you are little more than an empowered plaything for a spicy, seductive and vile devil of the Hells. While you dream of a future free of your pact, for the time being you are at your patron’s mercy, especially when you have need of new capabilities. . .

From the Goblin:

My handler tells me of this “Wyll” character, some strapping young son of a duke who apparently finds himself in a pact with a wicked cambion named Mizora. Funny thing is, I know a Mizora, and if we’re talking about the same cambion she’s a total sweetheart and not at all as my handler describes. Sure, she’s got to put fools in their place sometimes, but that just comes with the territory.

This one time, she even really got me out of a bind. You see, I was having a far-flung adventure in Avernus (I did hope to escape from there, obviously) when I saw the most perfect woman ever, I did. She was clad in armor, with a steely mien and a gaze that could make even an anchorite’s loins melt. Being who I am, and making no apologies for it, I hit her with my best line: “are you an angel? Because the fall from heaven must have hurt, sweetheart.”

Turns out Zariel, archduchess of Avernus and indeed a fallen angel, found that less than amusing. Yet, just as the devilishly handsome lady was about to crush my skull under her boot, in comes Mizora to save the day. “My most wrathful lady,” she says, “the demons have outflanked your bearded devils. The right cannot hold without reinforcements.”

And, just like that, Zariel turned her attention to winning another battle, giving me a chance to scamper away. What a sweetheart, that Mizora was.

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Baldur’s Gate is pretty great, and you should go play it. After, of course, you read over this script. I hope you like warlocks being made to serve their sexy devil mistresses, because that’s pretty much all that’s on offer. She's like Mizora, but instead of lingering around your camp she wants to linger atop your cock: the things you do for Eldritch Blast.