The entire room, screaming lights included, went dead silent at the mention of master. And the anger, frustration, and hate that radiated from the sex demons was nearly a physical force, but from the herm generated an anger that actually heated the air around hir. All of the succubi and incubi were reverting to their real forms, not as attractive, as their nails had lengthened into claws, and their teeth into fangs, but they did not attack the impudent human.<br/><br/>After a moment the herm said, softly and slowly, as if admitting something that was painful to it, "Master is... not here. Your bitch elf saw to that, striking his head off, before the mage burned his body to ash. Not even enough for us, with all our knowledge of the dark arts, to bring him back. We hoped that enough latent energy, would cause him to return, but we only call him for brief moments. No longer than that."<br/><br/>The herm twitched and said, "If you lose, we get you and your bitch. If you win, you can take the elf wench, she is useless to us."