Succubus 3 (The Good The Bad And The Crazy Stupid Hot): A LitRPG Series by A.J. Markam

Author:A.J. Markam [Markam, A.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Family
Published: 2018-07-06T06:00:00+00:00

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The narrow stone pathway didn’t lead to a courtyard this time. Instead it stopped at the base of a 60-foot-tall pyramid, with a rough-hewn doorway constructed in the side.

“Go through it or over it?” Hodin asked.

“Meera, check it out for us,” I said.

Meera took flight – and immediately slammed into an invisible barrier along the side of the pyramid. She tried flying straight up and hit another one just eight feet above our heads.

“I can’t,” she exclaimed.

“They boxed us in,” the gnome griped. “There’s no way to go but through.”

“Then let’s get going,” Hodin said as he stepped into the dark passageway.

We followed him about thirty feet into a dark chamber, lit only by torches on the walls. As soon as we were all through the doorway, a stone slab slammed down into place, trapping us in the chamber. It was do or die from here on out.

The ceiling was high and sloped. In front of us was a floor made of sandstone with individual tiles about two feet square laid out in a grid. The chessboard pattern was at least a hundred feet long and wide, and stretched out into the shadows.

Curiously, each stone had a single letter of the alphabet carved into it. A, D, M, Y, Q, S, T, N, and more – but all the letters appeared at random.

Something about the setup seemed familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

“What’s with the letters?” the gnome asked suspiciously.

“Maybe she’ll tell us,” the elf said and pointed.

Across the room, a female figure walked out from a pitch-black doorway and stood on a stone outcropping 15 feet above the floor. She wore a blood-red sleeveless dress that showed off her hourglass figure. Straight black hair fell down around her shoulders in a Cleopatra bob, and golden jewelry sparkled around her neck. She was fairly attractive – if you discounted the fact that she was dead. Her skin was grey and withered like the Ghouls, although her face still retained enough beauty to not be too repulsive.

Her ID tag read ‘Mesatrinoxubic.’

“What, was ‘Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious’ not long enough?” the gnome asked out loudly.

“Meesa think Mesa got too long a name!” the Druid squeaked in a truly annoying voice.

“Ugh,” I muttered good-naturedly. “-1 for the Jar-Jar imitation.”

I checked out Mesatrinoxubic’s hit points and frowned. “Something’s wrong here, guys. She’s only got 200,000 hit points. After 500 for the Sphinx, 700 for the worm, and 1.5 million for the Sarlacc pit, she shouldn’t be just 200K.”

“Maybe the game’s taking it easy on us for once,” the Druid suggested.

“If you believe that, I’ve got some waterfront property in that last mini-boss courtyard to sell you,” the gnome said.

“Fools, you have disturbed my sleep,” the withered queen called out. “Now prepare to join me in eternal slumber.”

From a hole under the woman’s stone balcony, dozens of giant scarabs skittered across the stones towards us, their gold and green carapaces glittering in the torchlight.

“No big deal,” Hodin said as he stepped forward across the stones.

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