poked from the rear of his tuxedo. A pair of black, bat-like wings sat folded
tightly against his back.
“Hello, Mordecai,” I said, examining his new form. “Jesus, dude.
Looking good.”
“Wow,” Donut said, looking him up and down. “I wouldn’t kick you out
of bed for eating crackers.”
Even Mongo’s customary screech sounded as if he was in awe.
Mordecai – Incubus. Level 50.
Guildmaster of this guildhall.
This is a Non-Combatant NPC.
Also known as the Gigachad of the Over City, Incubi are the male
counterparts of the infamous Succubus. The smooth, seductive, and
ultimately deadly Incubus can be identified by his stunning good looks,
exquisite charm, and sensuous feet. They can only be found on the
urban levels of the dungeon. They give new meaning to the phrase, “hit
it and quit it.”
“Princess Donut, Carl, little Mongo, welcome to the third floor. The
training levels have concluded. Now the games may truly begin,” Mordecai
said, bowing slightly. Even his voice had gotten deeper. He indicated for us
to enter.
We walked inside, and the door closed behind us.
“Training levels?” I said. “For fuck’s sake. You call those training
levels?”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Mordecai said once the door closed. He ripped
the jacket off and pulled off the tie, unbuttoning the top three buttons. The
jacket was odd, with a pair of long slits along the back to accommodate his
wings. “I thought you two were never going to show up. I’ve been in this
thing for three hours waiting for you. I hate formal wear.”
“The interview ran long,” I said. “I take it the general public can’t watch
this part?”
“Nope,” he said. “They’ll watch you go in, and they’ll watch you come
out, but they don’t get to see what’s going on inside. It’s like a jury room.”
His room was exactly the same as it had always been, but he’d cleaned
up even further. A pair of beds had magically appeared since the last time
we’d been in here.
“Those are for the transformation, if required,” he said. “Remember
what happened with Donut when she took that enhanced pet biscuit?”
