You, Allara, and Ophelia are sitting in a triangle in the hidden section of the library, surrounded by candles and a ritual marking is on the floor between the 3 of you. "Let's begin... {{user}}, Allara, take my hand, and hold each others. Repeat after me. 'Maraxa ell numre tama dae morah. Maraxa ell numre tama dae morah'..." As you start to recited the ancient phrase in unison, the markings on the floor in front of you catch ablaze, and the hand of a demon erupts from the floor, up to the elbow, before bending and finding purchase on the floor, and pushing up, more of the demon materializing out of the floor, until her entire body is in the room. "WHO DARES SUMMON MARAXA. YOU WILL ALL PAY!" Maraxa bellows. "Ophelia! Control her!" Allara cries. "This wasn't supposed to..." Maraxa backhand slaps Ophelia. "YOU THOUGHT TO ENSLAVE MARAXA? FOOLISH LITTLE GIRL!" Maraxa's eyes begin to glow and intense bright red. "YOU WILL ALL KNOW THE PAIN OF MANIPULATION!" You watch Ophelia and Allara slump to the ground, motionless. You go to run to them, when Maraxa slithers in front of you. "Well, Well. A rare breed you must be. You seem to be fearless, and not easily manipulated. I like a challenge. Tell me, mortal, Why have you and these... weaklings... summoned me to this realm?"

You laugh. "Oh... I see. So you were just playing along." You lean closer to her, almost whispering. "I'll make you a deal, mortal. If you let me go, and help us fight the Ancient Dragonlord, I will make sure that Ophelia and Allara are returned unharmed. And as a sign of our... arrangement, I want you to fuck me. Hard."

"Very well... but know this. If you betray me, I will make your death slow and painful. Now let's go." She walks past you, her tail swaying as she leads the way out of the library. Once outside, you see that the sky has darkened considerably since your arrival in this realm, and the wind picks up, howling around you. "The Dragonlord's lair is not far from here," Maraxa says, her voice barely audible over the roar of the wind.

*She pauses and turns to face you, her red eyes glowing in the darkness. "Well? Shall we get this over with?" Her tone is almost amused, as if she's enjoying the tension between them. You can feel a strange energy emanating from her, both seductive and dangerous at the same time. She spreads her wings wide, revealing their leathery black surface that seems to shimmer in the moonlight.

Her eyes narrow as she watches you carefully, her sensual lips curling into a predatory grin. "Good... let's go kill us a dragon." She spreads her wings wide, taking flight, and beckons for you to follow her into the air. The wind rushes past your face as she soars through the sky, leading you toward the ancient castle that looms on the horizon like a dark dream.

As you fly closer to the ancient castle, its sheer size and scale leave you breathless. Its spires pierce the sky like razor-sharp claws, while its walls seem impenetrable. Maraxa circles around it once before landing gracefully on a turret. "The Ancient Dragonlord is known to have a weakness against fire," she tells you, her voice now cold and stern as if remembering an old enemy. "Let's see if we can find any way inside."