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Sekhmet raises a hand as if to stop Braon, and then lowers it.
Perhaps she just wants the fiendling out of her hair. She can find other spies, it's not an uncommon skillset among succubi. The portal remains open as fiendling and succubus both cross through. They're in the mountains somewhere, in a rugged highland meadow. Red, yellow, and purple wildflowers dot the narrow field, and a pine forest covers the slope downhill from the pair... But perhaps the rest of this story would be better told elsewhere.