[Wizard Jail] (mini-battle)

Nyctitus had grown bored during the prolonged falafel-themed torture, though it had been amusing to watch Vocifer bellow and writhe in frustrated rage. The succubus was thoroughly enjoying herself, gyrating in a pool of hummus and finely diced tomatoes, occasionally feeding scraps of the falafel to the other prisoners with her taloned fingers.

"But now," she said straightening, her falafel cart reduced to little more than a beige slurry, "It's time for our other VIP."

Nyctitus had by now figured out that he and Vocifer were restrained in the section of the torture chamber reserved for the worst offenders (though there was an as-yet used black section stained with particularly violent-looking bloodstains; perhaps they hadn't quite reached a high enough body count for that). The succubus was clearly focusing on them, to the amusement of the Butterflies watching above.

Tittifer turned on him with a thoroughly obscene smile and Nyctitus shifted uncomfortably. He was not, as a rule, attracted to bipeds, but the succubus was very good at her job. She made a show of humming over the instruments laying on the floor, pointing to successively more vicious tools with an innocent "This one? This one?" as the Butterflies pounded the dome's roof with their fists in excitement.

Finally she settled on a wickedly pointed trident, spinning it in her hands in anticipation. "After that appetizer," she said demurely, flicking a scrap of lettuce from the corner of her mouth in an unfathomably sexy way, "I'm ready for a main course. How does calamari sound?"

The Butterflies howled in perverted glee as she advanced on Nyctitus, the kraken frantically tripping over his own tentacles as he tried in vain to escape from the nearing points. He yelped in pain as the succubus stabbed him playfully in the mantle, cooing in delight. "Oh, so you're a screamer," she giggled, hefting the trident for a deeper blow. "How tantalizing."

At that moment the dome's narrow door thundered open and- something climbed through, an unthinkable tangle of queasy limbs and vomiting colors. A single golden halo over its head(?) marked it as the lowest-ranking of the Angels, and the prisoners as one scrambled to avoid looking directly into its nauseating form.

"Thisssss prisoner," the Angel said, gesturing with a fin-wing-shelf-hand, "Isss needed elsssewhere."

Nyctitus' bonds dissolved in a shower of golden glitter. He bent bonelessly under the stunned succubus' trident and scooted away, bolting for the door. The Angel watched him dispassionately; it seemed to be bored.

"You- you cocktease!" Tittifer shrieked, stomping her foot and cracking the floor. "Come back here right now! RIGHT NOW!"

But the door was already closed, the kraken having squeezed awkwardly through. Outside, the Angel was gazing coldly down at Nyctitus as he did his best to look contrite. "The Lord Ssssnarl," it said with a sickening variety of mouths, "Isss not pleasssed with you."

"No, no, of course not," Nyctitus whined, prodding tenderly at his mantle. "But I-"

"There will be no more excusssses after thisss," the Angel hissed. "Do not fail again. Go now to the auction- you are ssssent for." It ran its infinite tongues over its unending teeth in undisguised hunger.

"I'm going! I'm going! The Lord Snarl is truly generous in all things," Nyctitus said, and fled as fast as his tentacles would carry him to the auction block.

1. Nyctitus got a get out of jail card from an Angel of Snarl, but Snarl's not happy! Wow!
2. He's headed to the auction- two hours ahead of James and the Intelligence.
3. He has to do something there! But what??