Part 1

Xolarand carefully opened the dungeon door, and stepped over the various moaning bodies of the punished. Xellma was turning out to be quite the catch when it came to torture, but he wasn't sure why she wanted to see him in the middle of a torture session.

Xellma waved at him as she finished tying up and gagging a screaming elf, and gestured for them to sit.

"So you wanted to see me?" Xolarand asked, getting right to the point.

"Yes. I'm going to be leaving for awhile." Xellma answered, as she idly stabbed the doll serving as her chair with a dagger.

"Leaving?" Xolarand asked, surprised.

"I discovered that Rebecca really was the only creation mage to figure out creation magic and that won't do at all." Xellma explained, handing Xolarand a dagger. "Go on then, it's good fun."

"Oh I suppose." Xolarand chuckled, stabbing the doll he was sitting on as well. "So where are you going?"

"I'm going to The University."

Xolarand laughed heartily when she said this. "Do they even know yet?"

"Of course not, it's a surprise." Xellma said, smiling unnervingly. "I'm going to go be a Professor there, at least for awhile."

"Do share your exploits when you come back."

"Of course. But first, let's finish some pleasure here first." Xellma said, gesturing around to the room. "The room's far too clean."

Xolarand nodded as they got to work on the elf. Even if he wasn't that good at it, it was still good fun to get your own hands dirty from time to time. He did decide to bring up something that was on his mind though, regarding Xellma.

"Xellma, I've noticed something about your torture methods." Xolarand said, as he started to flay the flesh from the bones of one of the punished.

"Oh?" Xellma asked, as she continued to whip the elf.

"Your torture methods are very... sexual, for lack of a better word. Even the dolls, there's lots of sexual undertones to it." Xolarand said, as he snapped off a leg.

Xellma looked down at the elf after he said this, and realized he was right. Bondage? Check. Sadism? Check. Rape? Double check. "Hmmm."

"I'm not saying it's wrong, of course." Xolarand advised, shaking his head. "We all have our own torture methods. What do you think, Delreth?" Xolarand decided to ask the elf Xellma was whipping.

"What?" He gasped out, confused at the turn this conversation took, but relieved at a break.

"Do you think Xellma is sex focused when it comes to torture?"

"Oh, definitely." Delreth replied. "Isn't that the point of female demons, though?"

"Of course. The succubus." Xolarand said, nodding.

Xellma couldn't deny she was the very image of a succubus. Large breasts, wide hips, a beautiful face, a full package if you will. "I think you two make a good point, actually. So why bring it up?"

"Just something to keep in mind." Xolarand said, smiling. She wasn't even aware, oh it would be most amusing.

"There's something I've been thinking about myself, you know." Xellma said, stopping what she was doing entirely.

"Oh?" Xolarand asked.

"You know how demons are made. Am I really who I was, or am I a demon wearing her memories?" Xellma asked, looking Xolarand in the eyes. Xolarand was surprised to see Xellma looking quite unnerved. "Did she die, and I consumed her memories in my birth? Or am I her?"

"Don't think about that." Xolarand warned her. "Nobody has the answer to that, and you'll spend millions of years in a paralysis of ennui if you start."

"What's the difference?" Delreth asked, speaking up. "So you're not her. Doesn't change who you are, her memories still belong to you."