The Dragon and the Devil
Third Day of the Fifth Month 293 AC
It was a fact universally known that Daenerys Targaryen did not like chains even by the standards of Sorcerer's Deep, a town raised by Braavosi immigrants and former slaves. Still, most people might have been surprised, and the girl admitted, perhaps a touch perturbed, to discover just how deep that hatred ran. Most people, after all, would have been hard-pressed to give up food and rest for any task, even if like her they did not need any of the former and much of the latter... much less to spare devils the chains they had worn for ages beyond count.
At least her 'patient' appreciated her zeal if not the fundamental cause behind it. She had not heard one complaint as she put Mereth through a series of downright contorted postures to fit within specific arcane diagrams, nor when she was fed all manner of reagents that must have tasted utterly vile even if they could not harm a baatezu, long inured to the poisons of their demonic foes. Dany tried not to think too hard about what the grudging admiration in the Fallen's eyes meant.
"... I think we can safely say that mind magics are not the solution. Any distortion significant enough to resonate in your soul would damage your identity to an unacceptable degree."
The Fury nodded with an almost mechanical precision, but the young mage thought she could see a glimmer of relief in that tarnished gold gaze. By pride she had Fallen, and now that pride in herself defined her as few mortals could even begin to understand...
The answer came to her in a flash of inspiration like a flame in the night: "Would you have any objection to being more yourself?"
"No." There was a faint long-suffering undertone to the words as though she knew enough of sorcerers in the grip of inspiration to be wary of them.
"Think about the deeds that make you who you are, the triumphs and the defeats... now consider what would happen if you amplified the resonance through a ritual wherein you recounted them to a worthy audience, not just your peers, but Ser Richard, Malarys, Viserys... maybe not Waymar."
"Mortals have such weak stomachs," the Fallen sneered.
"Yes, so fragile are we that we gutted an Arch-duke's Aspect," Daenerys snapped in return. The notion that evil was itself some sort of strength cut close to the bone.
"My apologies," Mereth replied after a moment, sounding if not contrite then at least vaguely sincere.
"As I was saying," the girl continued in tacit acceptance of the devil's words. "At the end of the ritual you would have to be marked with rare dyes symbolizing the aspects of this world, but the tale... the history they would tell would be your own."
"Would the onus of the ritual fall on me or another?" the Fallen asked, proving once more that she was not unfamiliar with the principles of magic for all that she had no affinity for spellcraft.
"It would be on you, but there are charms and talismans to sharpen your mind and strengthen your will for the trial," the young mage explained, thinking of the enchantments her brother used to help him carve the first Heart Trees he grew.
"And if I should fail?" Mereth inquired curiously. "Would my mind fracture under the weight of not being able to justify itself beyond Baator's reach?"
"Perhaps if you were mortal, but for you mind and body are too closely joined." Daenerys' voice took on an almost apologetic edge. "You would face True Death."
"Good," the Fury nodded grimly. "Oblivion is a better fate than madness."
Disconcertingly Daenerys found herself agreeing with the fiend again, though she also wanted to offer reassurance that madness just as other ills of the mind and body need not be forever. Therein she supposed lay the difference between them, in trusting others even in the face of weakness.
"... Dany, are you up there?" her mother's voice floated up from the lower landing of the tower.
"Go!" the girl called to the devil, not wishing to be found in such company until she could present some more palatable situation to her mother.
Mereth faded in a floury of twisting shadows, a look of surprise and incomprehension on her face. Another difference, perhaps the most important.
OOC: Dany did not roll great so you got a pretty expensive ritual at 2500 Gold per freed Erinyes, which only works on Erinyes.