Demon's delight

Albert is out of the picture, and you're not doing much better. You can barely move a finger without resistance, but it's torture seeing Fred being pursued like this, and the demon is inhumanly calm about it, he's in no hurry. His offers are also seductive, his voice is void of malice, like these are inevitabilities, but you can imagine based on the simple description of 'overindulgence and excess' how much damage he could do to Fred based on even the most seemingly mundane statement. You imagine Fred as nothing but skin stretched over bone to achieve the 'thinness' of a model, or his heart exploding from an overdose of adrenaline. Excess, overindulging, extremes, gluttony in it's many forms.

"Hey," you say as the frog passes your face, "Leave Fred alone." The Frog pauses and looks at you. "Or?" he says simply. You don't really have an answer for that. "I did assume you had something to convince me. A threat, a bribe, begging. Though I am surprised you can even manage talking at this point. Truely you are an exquisite specimen." He slaps your cheek sending a wave across your body. "A masterpiece almost."

"What are you going to do once you get out?" you ask, not sure what you can do, but figuring that keeping him talking will at least delay him if not give you some information.

"When? How refreshing for a mortal to see how powerless they really are." he says, stroking his chin as he considers, "It is simple really, I'll settle down, let my influence spread, then slowly savor the drip of refined overindulgences. I've seen the world through your eyes, you mortals have prepared my grape fields all on your own, buffets, gyms, video games, drugs, alcohol, technology. Everything you mortals want is already at your fingertips. All it takes is one little push, and the wine will flow."

"So, your not going to kill anyone? Your just.... feeding on gluttony." You ask, trying to make sense of his motivations.

"Demons don't really eat. It's more like... a great symphony, or a exquisite painting. Or in your case..." he takes an intake of breath through his frog nose, and you see a flicker of emotion on his otherwise calm demeanor, "A exquisite truffle, made with the purest Brazilian cocoa, filled with a carefully whipped and sweetened vanilla cream dotted with notes of nutmeg and cinnamon, drizzled with just a touch of honied liqueur with a single perfect expresso bean." he says, something akin to ecstasy, "It's not about hunger, it's just... pure rapture, an experiance to be savored." he says, before reeling it back in, "But in short, no, I don't plan on killing anyone directly. This world has... so much promise, it would be.... sacrilege to waste it."

You are somewhat disturbed by how calm and yet... intensely zealous he is. You would imagine a demon to be, violent, disgusting and evil, like stories and myths, deals with devils outwitted by heroes or monsters drinking blood. But the thing in the flesh is... it's more like a force of nature, like a slow glacier that carves a canyon through mountains. Powerful, destructive, and utterly unfazed by it. It's something beyond you, something primal that fills you with dread, something no hero could possibly undermine, it just... IS.

You gulp down your fear, knowing what you do next will probably either be the last thing you do.... or the stupidest.

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"Let's... make a deal."

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