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A beautiful redhead stepped into the room with wings and a tail, gloriously naked. However her appearance was the least unusual aspect of her entrance, as she did so without the use of a doorway or even a window. She stepped out of the air and into the room without so much as a glowing portal of eldritch energy, at least not one that the man lounging in a recliner in front of a wide screen TV could see.
“Poison” she said and glanced down at the knife hilt that had suddenly emerged from her right breast. Belatedly, the pain hit that told her faster than she could see a knife had flown through the air and plunged into her chest. With an offhand gesture a wave of unseen mystic force through the fast approaching assassin back into his leather recliner, knocking it over and landing atop him. He kicked it off and sent it flying towards the succubus who easily dodged it with the help of a slight flap of her long leathery black wings.
“Really is all this necessary? I just want to hire you.”
“Hire me? I thought you’d come to claim my soul.”
“You have a soul?”
“I don’t know. Probably. I mean I’ve never sold it to anyone, but you know, with your being a demon and all you’re probably more the expert in this.”
