Aaralon was desperate for those spheres! "All right, tell me what to do."
"I will give you the words," the Tar'oth replied. "Listen..."
The words formed themselves in Aaralon's mind, strange and dark words of the demon's own tongue. He repeated them instantly, knowing that he could never remember them even for a few seconds.
A blaze of white-violet light shot from Aaralon's wand and engulfed the demon, whereupon she instantly grew to full human size. The Tar'oth laughed wildly and burst in through the window, shattering bricks on both sides of the frame with her wings. "YESSSSS!!!!!" she screeched.
Aaralon backed rapidly away, terrified at what he'd created.
"Do you like what you see, mortal?" she hissed through needle-sharp fangs. "Are you pleased at your handiwork? This body, does it excite you?" The demon lifted her wings until they tore cracks in the ceiling, licked her blood-red lips with her tongue, and stroked her body seductively with one hand from breast to thigh. "Oh, but I mustn't forget our bargain - HERE!"
She flung the bag of spheres at Aaralon. The tiny red capsules flew from the bag and burst against his skin...
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