Damon's eyes drifted open as he woke from his blissful sleep, the weight of the three women on him almost pinning him down. Almost being the key word, since he could easily throw them off him at the cost of waking them and possibly hurting his unborn child. But for the moment, he simply enjoyed their embrace, his mind for once free of the stress and mental fatigue he's felt these past months. "Good morning, my handsome king," Camilla whispered in his ear.
"Morning..." Damon yawned as he stretched out his arms to the best of his ability.
"Did you sleep well? You're not uncomfortable like this, are you?" The Nohrian princess asked. "Although, I suppose you'll have to get used to it... it's not like this will be the only time, even if it isn't just us three."
"Yeah, I wasn't in the eternal dark... or surrounded by blood." Damon said kissing Camilla on the lips.
"Good," she sighed relieved. "I worry for you at times, my love. I only wish for your happiness in life, and these nightmares don't seem to leaving you without either me or Elise."
"Once this war ends... I'm sure they'll go away..." Damon sighed rubbing his eyes of the sleep that plagued his vision.
"We can only hope so," Camilla agreed. "Now... how do you intend to get out of bed with my retainers oh so comfortably sleeping on you?"
"I have an idea," he chuckled and began whispering into the two girls' ears. They shot awake moments later, fearful yet hopeful expressions on their faces.
"Where the hell did you say you were going to put it?!" Selena seethed, though the heavy blush and look in her eyes told a different story.
"You're going to do what to me?" Beruka asked in her usual monotone with a red dust on her cheeks.
"Good morning to you too, Selena, Beruka," the man laughed, loosening the muscles that were taken by them now that they were freed. "Sounds like you were having a rather naughty dream, huh?"
"Don't play innocent!" The red head hissed. "You know we only woke up because you perverted our dreams with your sick fantasies!"
"Oh? From the looks on your faces, it seems like you rather enjoyed the idea." Both girls avoided looking at their mistress.
"Si-sick fantasies?!" Damon snapped at her. "and pray tell... what fantasies were those? Anal?!" He demanded to know.
"Well... you know what you were whispering!" Selena retorted.
"It seems to me that you drew your own twisted dreams from words you thought you heard," Camilla giggled. "How naughty of you two."
"What's with all the yelling?"Hinoka asked through the wall, leaving Damon and Selena to look at where the voice came from.
"Oh, just a couple of girls who are a lot dirtier than they seem blaming Damon for their twisted fetishes," the lavender haired princess called back.
Damon moved his hands onto Selena's bottom, reminding her that she saved Hinoka from her punishment. "Nothing that concerns you, Hinoka!" The twin tailed mercenary shouted with a menacing grin on her face.
"Well... I'm planning on starting breakfast soon if you... three, four? want to start getting ready," she told them before walking down to the kitchen with a Hoshidan dish in mind.
"…. We'll get her soon enough," Damon smirked, foreshadowing Selena's revenge.
"Now then, what are you two thinking of doing?" Camilla asked coyly. "A little escapade with the Hoshidan prude?"
"Just a favor she owes Selena," the cross scarred man smiled. "I'm thinking she calls it in after the next assault."
"That sounds perfect, Damon," Selena agreed. Her face turned red and a sinister smile grew as visions of what she was going to do danced in her head.
"Come now, we need to get ready lest we miss breakfast," Beruka interjected, her mind mostly clear of the dreams she had that night. "If we intend to travel today, that is not an option. Well, it's not an option period in lady Camilla's case."
"True... we wouldn't want little Kana to starve now, do we?" She mock asked her lover. "I suppose the three of us should head back to our rooms and change for now. We'll see you in the dining hall, my love." The devilish woman gave Damon a deep, hot kiss and licked her lips before leaving with Selena and Beruka in tow.
Damon shook his head of dirty thoughts and started to undress, not noticing his door creaking open again. Felicia poked her head in to Damon's room smiling and making sure the way was clear for her to carry in his fresh clothing. "Good morning, my lord," she smiled, placing the clothes on the bed.
Damon watched Felicia, getting ready to jump into action in case she falls over. "Um... Good morning, Felicia." He replied, slightly nervous of her clumsy ways.
"Um... there was another reason I came in here, I know it... Oh, right! My sister said she wanted to have a word with you before breakfast, Damon." She sat on the bed, watching as her lover finished pulling up his pants and got to work on his shirt.
"Alright... I probably should go get her then... " He stated seeing as it must be important.
"Shall I accompany you? Many strange things have been happening to you, it may prove to you benefit to have someone at your side."
"Do you think me as some sort of crazy?" He asked Felicia.
"Of course not, Damon!" She exclaimed mortified. "I'm simply saying that you've been attacked by so many strong people since we got here... I just don't want to see you hurt is all." The pink haired maid frowned sadly at the memory of his rather critical wounds from the last few days.
"Fine... " Damon groaned kissing Felicia on the lips as he dragged her outside of his room.
Felicia smiled brightly and walked with him confidently, trying her best not to trip on her feet or knock anything over as they went. She focused her power and held her hand in front of her, forming a saucer and tracing a finger around the edge. "I've been working on making these without my more... special magic, my lord. I think with a little work, I could teach anyone who uses a throwing weapon to make them as well. It'd certainly save us money on knives and shuriken in the future." An off handed throw saw the icy plate shatter against a wall, leaving only a small groove in the stone and some melting ice behind. "Does that please you, Damon?"
"Very much so..." Damon said to Felicia while trying to restrain himself from looking at her ass. "Very perfect form too as well..." He added.
"You... you did see what I did, right?" She asked uncertainly. "Not just ogling me as I did it."
"Huh..? Oh yeah totally, it was great Felicia!" Damon tried to fix his cover seeing as he almost got caught.
"Then what was it I did?" She asked somewhat angrily.
"Uhh... you mean that ice plate against the wall thing..." He said carefully seeing the broken ice everywhere.
"Yes." A smile danced across Felicia's face. "You know... I don't mind you looking. I just don't like it when you prefer my form over what I'm trying to say to you."
"What I... never... do … anything of that … sort." He said in an awkward tone.
"Damon, it's fine if you do. Besides... you're rather obvious about it," the maid giggled.
"Oh, come on, you're like honey! And I'm the helpless fly!" He complained to her.
"Hm... more like a gluttonous bear," she teased with a playful grin on her face. "I mean... how many hives have you ruined to get to some sweet honey?"
"Sweet honey, eh... I'LL LATHER YOU IN HONEY AND...Flora!" Demon snapped out of his trance seeing the two bumped in to Flora.
"Lather my sister in what, love?" She asked him with a teasing grin. "Never mind that... I've been thinking about last night."
Demon instantly sobered at those words. "And?"
"I... I really want to try for another child. We might not be able to try for one quite yet since you're a rather busy man in and out of war matters." A smirk in her sister's direction was more than enough to imply what she meant. "But when we do... I'm hoping to be carrying your children when we're finished."
"…... Wait... you... I mean... No Gods no! Flora I'll make time for you whenever you want! I'll do it for you right now, I'm expendable!" Damon said grabbing her hands and comforting her.
"Damon, it's alright," she giggled. "Like I said, you're a busy man running a war effort and dealing with more than just my sister and I."
"No, I mean it, this is a promise I'm keeping!" Damon promised her as he pulled her closer to him.
"Well... how about we try after our next attack," she offered. "Hinoka would be rather cross if we missed a breakfast she made just for you." Felicia frowned feeling left out, knowing her sister was talking about having a child, and she had yet to produce one for Damon... she was getting worried. "What's the matter, sister? Is something bothering you?" A look of realization crossed the elder twin's features. "Oh. I think I understand now. Well... I'm more than willing to reenact Damon's birthday with you, if you wish to carry a child as well. Although, I'm a little worried about what our lover's going to do with so few officers to keep him in check!" A thoughtful look came over her as an idea struck. "Actually... how about we wait about a week to try? After all, it's not like Damon's going to give us any rest when that time comes."
Damon looked very... red, as he imagined his birthday all over again with Flora and Felicia. "You... you mean it, Flora?" Felicia asked nervously. "I mean, after all that teasing Camilla said to us while Damon was out..."
"Please, what does she know about us? We're sisters. If we came to terms with it before, we can do it again." Flora hugged her little sister and smiled. "Besides... I'm eager to see if that clumsiness is hereditary or not."
"Flora!" The pink haired twin whined before the two bursted out laughing. "You hear that, Damon? One week, then you're keeping your promise to us!"
"Okay... I can see you guys... are busy plotting for my demise soon, I'll leave you to it..." He joked as he turned around and began walking down the hallway.
"Please... You should more worried about us being torn in half by you over the course of that week than us plotting against you," Flora retorted, the twins following him closely.
"I'd never do that to my maids... " Damon said to them, seeing he knows to have some restraint than to hurt his lovers... well, to that extent at least.
Felicia grinned at him. "Well, I'm sure there's plenty you would do to us though."
*WHAP!*
Demon's eyes changed and he smacked her across her rump, making her fall over on to the ground. "I say, Felicia, you should really watch where you're stepping..." Demon said to Felicia as he resisted the urge to laugh.
"Hey... that wasn't called for, lord Damon," she whimpered pitifully.
"Don't worry, sister," Flora smiled and helped her younger twin up. "I don't think you broke your nose or anything, so you should be fine."
"Hmmm I don't know what you're talking about..." He chuckled, continuing to walk down the hall.
"After all..." A chilled finger ran up his bare spine, courtesy of a blue haired maid. "It's not like we don't have something that doesn't work against him either."
Demon clocked his head to the right. "I agree..." A red flame like aura started to appear over him.
"Aw... ruin my fun why don't you?" Flora pouted with a playful smile. "But honestly... imagine how the other girls would react if we did that! They'd probably scream if we did that while they were having fun with you. Actually... if we made if cold enough, Beruka might enjoy it."
Flora stopped talking as Max walked past them from the opposite direction, shaking his head at his own mother's words. "Oh... great job dear, you scared the boy..." Demon teased Flora.
"I think disappointed would be a better word," Felicia argued.
"Mom still loves you champ!" Demon yelled down the hallway, making Maximus picked up his speed.
"Now that probably scared him," the blue haired maid laughed. "Especially since I've been hanging around you and Elise all my life. Tends make people have the wrong idea, darling."
"Um... I think you're just trying to kink shame them at this point, because that's not what was going through my head at all," her sister stated awkwardly.
"Hey, it's Damon's own fault for lusting after what he at the time thought were his own siblings."
"Whoa, whoa! Dear no talking about sleeping with Max, he's too old for that..." He joked trying to contain his fit of laughter.
"Aw, but wouldn't it have happened eventually if he were still a child?" She asked, trying to make light of the situation. "'Mommy, daddy, I had a nightmare. Could I sleep with you?' And then he'd snuggle up between us and we'd all sleep as a family... I hope our next child is as sweet as Maximus is."
"Flora, it's Damon we're talking about as a father. That little boy or girl is going to be as sweet as sugar if raised right," the pink haired maid reminded her.
"Max didn't get that treatment unfortunately... I'm worried that when he finds his first woman to be with, he won't know how to act when they're in bed." He stated, worried for Maximus's state.
"To be fair, you didn't either and you blew both of our minds," Felicia assured him. "And to be honest... why would you be worried about that? I'd be more worried about him treating her right. But with the way he's been acting lately, I don't think that will be an issue."
"Keeping an eye on my son when I can't, huh?" The older twin asked. "Thank you."
"He's never really... eh snuggled with anyone... no parent to clutch on to." Demon tried to state.
"Well... if he has the same trait as you and Elise, I don't think that will be an issue," Flora assured him.
"I'm actually getting to the point where I'm about to ask... Camilla to help him sleep... by resting his head on her lap." Demon said trying to contain his imagination, seeing Camilla likes to tease... a lot.
"Hm... if I'd be so bold, Damon... how about that wolfskin, Arina?" Felicia suggested. "The two seem to get along well and they are the same age. And with fur as soft as a wolfskin's, it's not like he will be uncomfortable."
"Good Idea, let the two go primal and break the entire barracks..." Demon said patting Felicia on the head.
"Better than him developing an incest kink like his father and other aunt," Flora retorted with a smirk. "Besides, it's not like he'll be doing anything other than sleeping with the girl. You're acting like they're going to go to town on each other if they so much as touch."
"The... Fuck?!" Demon snapped at Flora. "I don't have an incest Kink!" Demon tried to defend himself.
"You fell in love with both of your 'sisters' and lusted after your 'big sister'," she pointed out.
"Right because I should start calling you little sis as I fuck you in to submission... or better yet having you call me daddy..." Demon stated face palming himself.
"That last one's a little much and is honestly a little disturbing," Felicia commented. "But it's not like you didn't dissuade Elise either. And there's nothing wrong with it being a kink. It's only a problem if it's a fetish. Like your spanking thing."
"This conversation is over..." Demon said quickly rushing down the hall way to get out of the subject of Kinks and fetishes.
"Oh, hi Damon!" Hinoka cheered from the serving area, many of the men and women in the army coming up for a second helping of her food. "You're just in time, I managed to save some for you and the twins!" She handed the three a plate full of wrapped up pieces of meat and rice. "Here, I made some substitute sushi with some of the meat and vegetables we had as well as some white rice."
"….. " Demon froze as he remembered back in the Hoshidan capital when they were eating there. The food that was extremely similar to this required chop sticks and because of Demon's lack of understanding or experience how to use one, Hinoka was forced to feed him... enjoyingly too.
"We didn't have any chopsticks sadly, so you'll have to either make due with a fork or use your hands this time," she sighed, smiling at the same memory. "I actually was able to whip up a few sauces to go with it thanks to Lilith's help. She says hi by the way."
"Oh dear, my sweet king... here why don't you have a bite from my dish?" Camilla asked with a piece of steaming meat on a fork. "I'll make sure to blow on it for you." Camilla took a deep breath a blew air on to the piece of meat. "Now do me a favor... and open wide." She smiled moving the fork near his mouth.
"Hey, Damon!" Scarlet shouted from the officer's table. "Come on, we have to start the meeting soon!"
Demon snapped up the offered morsel and rushed to his seat, waiting for Camilla and Hinoka to take their own to start. "Not that I mind Camilla feeding me, but thanks, Scarlet. Hinoka probably wanted to do the same and I'd rather not give them a reason to fight if I can help it."
"Smart man," the blonde warrior nodded in understanding. "Although... even if the red princess over there holds a torch for you, I'm pretty sure she's fighting against the past she missed out on with you. It might be giving her some... weird thoughts, if you get my meaning." She nudged her head over to Elise, who was happily eating the makeshift Hoshidan cuisine. "Just a little warning for you, my king."
"Can we all get through breakfast without biting each other's heads off?" Demon asked quickly eating his meal.
"I wasn't trying to make fun of her or anything," she defended herself, moaning slightly at the taste of the vegetable wrapped meat in her mouth. "Just stating facts. She's grown up wanting to be a big sister to you but now she's utterly smitten with you. Those two thoughts meld together..."
"….. I hope Sakura is doing okay with all the chaos going on in Hoshido." Demon sighed, missing that sweet woman. She reminded him of Elise, if Elise was shy and quiet of course.
"I'm sure she's fine, Damon," Hinoka assured him, walking over to her seat as Camilla took her own. Both had their plates filled with the remnants of the red-haired princess's food. "She has Hana, Subaki, Ryoma and his retainers, Orochi and the entirety of the Hoshidan army protecting her.
"From what I hear, the country is either rallying around Ryoma... Or that... son of... Takumi." Demon stopped himself from complaining about Takumi and insulting Hinoka's biological mother.
"Thank you, Damon, for not completely insulting him," the Hoshidan pegasus rider smiled. "And you aren't exactly wrong. But from what I heard, he's only targeting the less informed places away from the capital."
Demon took notice to Scarlet's mood shifting as she had something on her mind. "Scarlet?" He asked leaning over to see her deep thinking.
"Oh, Damon... sorry, just thinking about something," the blonde woman chuckled, trying to play it off. "But uh... theoretically speaking... what would you do if another one of us got pregnant?"
"Uh... pretty strange question... wait... Scarlet are you...?" Demon immediately came to the conclusion.
"I'm not totally sure yet, since there's no healers or wise people here that are experienced with such things to check that I could find... but I'm almost positive," she replied with a small smile. "But, if I'm going to be honest... I got an update about Cheve recently. Garon is paranoid of this new resistance effort and is starting to fortify the border. Any fort we try to attack after a couple months would be a death sentence without a proper army."
"…... Well fuck..." Demon hissed as he took out his flask.
"Damon, would you please stop trying to drink your problems away?" Azura begged him. "Every time I've seen someone try to, they only are more upset over it."
"….. Relax, it's only cranberry juice!" Demon said to the songstress.
"I apologize... I should not have made assumptions," she frowned, disappointed in herself. "But, I'm glad you're trying to turn it around for us."
Demon nodded and gulped down some of the moonshine laced juice, not even feeling the buzz from the strong liquor. "So... after this Trading hub... We'll need to devise a plan on piercing the defenses immediately to begin liberation of Cheve... we have to act and move fast now..." Demon informed the officers at the table.
"Well... if you need options, we could start our campaign with the liberation of that village or fort so we have some extra numbers," Keaton suggested. "Those bandits will be a problem for the village soon."
"I also want the under city of Volkern's military up and running... I need soldiers to fill in the ranks." Demon ordered the officers.
"Actually, that could work out then," Kaze nodded. "We take some of the people and mercenaries from the trading hub and village to swell the ranks down here, we have a decent militia."
"I need supplies to be diverted to the Wolfskins homeland and the Frigid Oasis, I need to get an organized resistance in order and swell our ranks with soldiers sooner rather than later." Demon gulped down his side servings concentrating on the schedule ahead.
"My lord... with your permission, I could start a supply line between here and the other two settlements under our banner," the green haired ninja offered. "If I go alone and all goes well, they should be up within the next few days.
"Done, anything else?" He asked the table.
"There is that thing with you... and possibly me... going into heat soon, dad," Maximus reminded him. "What're we going to do when the week ends?"
"He has a point, Damon," Felicia agreed.
"….Uh.. Lock up Elise in a safe area..." Demon suggested that be done first.
"Honey, you and I both know I'm more likely to be one of the ones with you through the entire thing," the young blonde told him.
"Yes... But on the case that you're here... and not with me..." Demon worried that his son wouldn't be able to handle his urges.
"That's the thing though... why wouldn't I be and what is it that you intend to do when that time comes?" She asked him. "I read that book, Maximus won't touch me since I've already been... taken by you already. But you'll be incapacitated for a solid week."
"Well I can always buy him a... *cough* Prostitute! *cough*" Demon coughed out trying to see if the idea was ok.
"Not happening!" Maximus and Flora denied.
"Look... I already have an idea about what I'll do when the time comes," the younger dragon sighed. "And this isn't about what your heir is going to do, it's what you our leader is going to do while you're unable to fight properly for a whole week. Where do you intend to stay while you wait it out, who's going to guard you while you aren't in the right state of mind, who's in charge until you get back, that sort of thing."
"Whoa! Whoa! Cool your horses! I'm completely... over my uh... urges..." Demon said, while thinking for a moment.
"You do remember the book said it could happen twice if you go into heat in dragon realm time, right?"
"….. Scarlet? How many tranquilizers do you have?" Demon asked Scarlet.
"Oh no, I'm not giving up my stash because you don't want to indulge in your dragon's instincts," the blonde refuted. "You're going to have to suck it up and think of what you intend to do."
"….. DRINKING IT IS!" Demon said as he reached for the wine bottle.
"You're not in heat yet, damn it!" She pulled the bottle away from him.
"Blood or Wine... That's all up to you all..." Demon growled as he huffed out in exhaustion.
"Well... I'm sure those claws and teeth are going to leave a few marks," Selena grinned and nudged Beruka. The azure haired assassin blushed at the thought.
"If it isn't clear what she's implying, she's saying you have at least two girls to lay with for that time," Beruka informed him.
"Make that four, Felicia and I already had that in mind," Flora chipped in.
"Five!" Elise cheered.
"… Six..." Peri giggled.
"…. I have officially become a breeding stud..." Demon said drinking from his flask.
"Hey, cheer up dad," Maximus grinned evilly. "Now you're just one female recruitment away from having your whole week set up."
"Besides, making them pregnant isn't a set-in stone thing," Azura comforted him. "It's only... More likely to happen."
"…. Son, you know you're going to be surrounded by siblings soon enough..." Demon reminded Maximus.
"Assuming you actually get them all pregnant, gladly," the prince nodded. "I always wanted siblings anyway."
Happy place... Happy place... Beach... private resort... bonfire full of my son's artwork...
"Us laying in the sun..." Camilla whispered in his ear, having a decent idea of what he was trying to do. "Putting lotion on their backs..."
"…. Camilla you're bringing up urges..." Demon said quietly.
"Then my job is done," she retorted with a lustful grin.
"You... temptress..." Demon huffed out.
"Always a pleasure, my sweet king," Camilla smiled and sipped on her drink. "Or, well... your pleasure as well as mine and the others, I suppose."
"…. Ugh... let's just get through the day and get some things done before I go on a rampage..." Demon groaned out pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Rampage all you like at the barracks," Hinoka smiled at him and handed him a paper. "I already had the troops prepare ahead of time. All they need now is the command to march."
"Great... I need to choose capable commanders, or bypass this bull shit of a heat thing... Azura can a stone... resist the urges?" He asked the Songstress.
"Actually, using it to try to absorb the urges will only strengthen them," the blue haired Vallan informed him.
"Well any ideas? Because I don't want to be commanding an army while in heat... I might make unsettling orders when invading settlements." Demon said, coughing in his left fist.
"Well... It would seem Scarlet and I are out of the picture to mate with you," Camilla reminded him. "Either one of us could lead while you can't."
"I need... to, think this through... let's just get the trade hub handled and we'll discuss my replacement during my son and I's absence." Demon said putting his plate down.
"Sounds good to me," Maximus nodded and stood up. "Your armor's all set by the way. It should be in my room at the moment. Fixed up the chain, torso and even polished it up a bit. You can even change in there... assuming you promise to leave my paintings alone and don't do anything indecent with whoever helps you put it on." He walked over to Arina and offered his hand to the wolfskin. "Care to help me into my armor, Rin?" The wolfskin female smiled shyly and nodded, taking his hand and following him to wherever his armor was.
"…. No promises..." Demon whispered to himself. "Oh, Felicia, can you help me put on my armor?" He asked his maid.
"Of course, lord Damon," the pink haired twin bowed and followed him to his son's room. "So... how did you sleep last night with lady Camilla and her retainers with you?" "Like a baby..." Demon said fixing Felicia's apron.
"Good... you've seemed so stressed lately," she sighed. "I just hope you'll finally be able to rest when this is said and done."
"Hopeful thinking... We're nowhere near the end of the war." Demon said to Felicia, his right hand around Felicia's back.
"Yeah, but just think about it!" A hopeful shine was in the clumsy maid's eyes as she envisioned the future. "We'll live in a castle, not having to worry about attacks... we can visit father whenever... spend time with our children..."
"Yeah about that... I think your Father hates me... " Demon said with a shifty eye.
"Oh, you mean about Flora? Don't worry, that's just his dad instincts."
"No I mean the one about the unicorn... Of course, Flora! And Maximus..." Demon sighed seeing as that was an awkward conversation
"I mean, you never even met him and you confessed you had a child with his eldest daughter," she reminded him. "Of course he was going to be a bit upset. However, he'll get over it eventually."
"Hope that won't bite me in the ass..." Demon said as he looked at a passing reflection, and him hallucinating his reflection nodding quickly.
"Look at it this way," Felicia smirked. "You're probably going to be even worse with Kana and any sisters she has in the future. Just picture it! She's finally a grown woman, brings a man before you and says she wishes to wed him..."
"…..First of all, the man has to be a knight, or a Lord..." Demon started to say, thinking about his daughters and their betrotheds.
"Well... what about a butler?" The maid asked, poking fun at their own relationship. "Or a noble? Maybe even a foreign chief's child? Or perhaps a peasant boy turned knight?"
"Or let's play I put a child in you now, and find out in a few weeks when I throw you in the deep realm!" Demon snapped, before cooling off. "….."
"Damon... I was only joking around..." She frowned and whimpered.
"I know...I'm sorry my sun of my life... I'm just a little stressed of things going on and... the feeling crawling up my spine..." Demon apologized kissing her on the forehead.
"Alright, I forgive you... but you can't honestly expect them all to pick from either a night or a prince with the example you're setting."
"I can and will!" Demon remained defiant.
"And if none of them make them happy?"
"Then we'll find one to make them happy!" Demon declared in front of his lover.
"Well... it's not like Xander, Leo or Ryoma aren't going to have a child of their own... so I guess that covers three of them," Felicia admitted with a grin. "But what about if say... Jakob has a son?"
"….. Okay... THAT TEARS IT!" Demon growled grabbing Felicia and slinging her over his shoulders. "When did we get in a game of twenty questions?! Why don't I ask you questions?" He asked as he opened up the door to his son's room.
"Damon, we need to get you into your armor... but if it will calm you down, alright. Ask me anything," Felicia smile serenely.
"Why are you so clumsy!?" Demon demanded his maid, putting her down and gripping her shoulders.
"I'm... not too sure of that myself. I guess it's just the way I was born?"
"…... You must be top heavy in the chest..." Demon huffed out as he calmed himself down.
"Hey! That would make Flora even clumsier than me in her condition!"
"Pffft, no her ass stabilizes her... " Demon joked as he took the armor off the rack.
"We have the same figure though!" Felicia denied before looking thoughtful. "Or at least I thought we did?"
"Have you looked at yourselves in the mirror and actually compared? Or are you going to take the word of the man who worked you both on the same night?" Demon asked taking off his shirt.
"Fair point," the pink haired maid sighed.
"Second of all... why the Hell aren't you pregnant yet? I swear I had pumped you full of my seed so many times, when we were in hiding..." He asked Felicia pulling down his trousers and putting on the tannery pants.
"We-well... I guess we just got unlucky," she sighed and helped him with his shirt.
"Right... bad luck, that department belongs to me..." Demon complained as he fitted his tannery armor.
"Well, look at it this way," Felicia smiled. "You have about seven lovers right now and two more children on the way, with many more of both to come. I'm pretty sure most men would kill to be in your position... only they wouldn't be able to handle it as well as you."
"ugh... yeah... I'm not sure how I got myself in to that position..." Demon complained again seeing the situation he pulled himself in.
"I suppose it started with you choosing both me and Flora and it spiraled from there."
"….. Uh... you girls were chasing me, I still had my head in the sand..." Demon reminded Felicia, being completely oblivious of their advances on him.
"You could have chosen one of us or denied us both." She started to help him with the chainmail.
"I didn't want to hurt your or make you hate me or sister, and your sister hate you or me." Demon defended himself, from the first time their feelings came out.
"And that is exactly why you're in this mess," she informed him. "You can't stand to see us sad or hateful... it's why we decided to go with it in the first place."
"Blame my morale compass, it keeps spinning like it's drunk or something... probably like I am... I mean I wish..." Demon corrected himself.
"Yeah... I can smell that liquor on your breath, you're not fooling anyone my lord," Felicia teased.
"I fooled them earlier, and I know you won't rat on me... because you wuv... Me." He said kissing her on the nose.
"Indeed, I do... but please, at least stick to something weaker if you're going to carry a flask?"
"My mind is going through... blood, sex, and booze... I'm concentrating on one, to shut the others out, because of this fucking Dragon instincts perverting my mind with day dreams, flashes of you naked on a table, and my sword through someone's skull." He said to her, putting away his flask not drinking.
"Well... We need our leader to be sober, Damon." Felicia moved on to his torso piece.
"And I need my wife..." Demon said to Felicia eyeing her, causing her to freeze up.
"Damon... my love... you're drunk."
"Am not! Just tipsy, it's completely different, buzzed and calm..." He complained to her, grabbing her hands.
"Alright, alright... I believe you for now," she sighed with a smile.
"For now?" He asked confused as he wiped the sweat off his brow.
"How much of that flask have you drank?" Felicia asked him.
"Two swigs today." He said to her giving her the flask full of Cranberry juice instilled with moonshine.
"My point exactly. You're tipsy from two sips of your flask."
"That's besides the point... Love, think about it we're alone... finally... no one else around to bother us... just you and me..." He breathed out, his face red.
"Da-Damon... not right now," the pink haired maid refuted with a blush on her face.
"Oh am I... Chopped liver? We haven't done it... in like... months!" Demon complained as he was on his knees.
"And currently in armor about to lead a siege," she reminded him.
"I can easily remove my cod piece right now..." Demon said to her as he kissed her hands.
"Look, how about this?" She pushed him off of her gently. "You manage to keep yourself in check the whole battle, no alcohol or anything-"
"I got a better proposition... I give up alcohol completely during the Nohrian campaign, I could... well I could die out there... and this could be my last day... technically every day can be my last day..."
"The same goes for the rest of us, my love."
"But I throw myself into the fire for you! I would let this world burn in an instant to please you..." He complained as he fixed his shoulder guards.
"How about you let me finish my offer? If you can keep a handle on yourself, both instincts and alcohol, then we'll do it as much as you want when we get back as a reward." She gave him a quick kiss on the lips and smiled before putting his helmet on him.
Felicia couldn't see his expression as he placed on his helmet, but behind his helmet... was a dead man's expression. "…..."
"Damon? Are you alright?" Felicia asked worriedly. Demon just grabbed his sword moving past her down the hallway alone, going to his troops who would be waiting for their Commander and self-proclaimed King. "Damon, wait!" Felicia tripped as she neared him, bashing her head against the armor as she tripped. "Ow... that's not good." The maid moved her hand away and saw blood covering the usually smooth white skin. Demon turned around to face Felicia offering her his right hand, it was slightly shaking. "Thank you, my love." She gladly took his hand and pulled herself up, using her clean hand to tip up part of his helmet and giving him another kiss. "I can always count on you to pick me up when I fall, literally and..."
She paused seeing he looked a little... pale, and clammy. "Damon? You're looking awful pale. Are you alright?"
"…... huh...? Yeah... Just, I'm... fine..." He said to her trying to turn towards the exit.
"Hang on..." She held onto his hand and unstrapped her own flask, handing it to him. "Here. I haven't seen you drink anything without alcohol in far too long. A little water might do you some good."
S̩̅ͩ̚͘u̧ͨf̗̅͑͜f̜̜͕̓o͖͇͇̲ͥc̦̟͋ͤã̢̪̆̕t̹ḙ̴̵̜̽͂.̻ͮ.̵̕.̣̓ͮ
Demon's mind blanked for a moment and he felt himself stop breathing for a moment. Felicia, however, didn't notice and gave him a dazzling smile. "After all, I'm here to pick you up like you do me all the time!" As Demon's rage and mindset subsided, Damon's mind became... hollowed and quiet... he knew something was wrong, he felt perfectly healthy... But at the same time, he felt like every step was going to be one into his grave. "Are you... sure you're feeling alright, Damon? I can always patch you up with my staff really quick if you need it. You're face looks like all the blood just drained from it."
L̿i͇ͭ͠ŝ͗t̳͙ͭeͫn ͏ͮto ̠͘th̩̮e͓͎ ͓͕s̝o̞̘͢u̹͇̹͋͐n͢d̗͊͊ ̫ͪo̴̗̠̿̓f̶̗̈ ́m̼̉͗y͈̎̇ ̗̿ͯv̨͟oͯ̈́̉̋i͑c̢ͬ̾e̷͞.͐.̥̊̈ͨ͛.̉͋̓.̰̟́ ̹Às̝͝ ̣̝̎͊͆i̯͂̊ẗ̢ ̫̓̕m̻̾̾̈́̿ay̢͒́҉ ̣͖́͐͑ḅe̵͒ͭ͛ ͇̦͓t̩̭̿h̠̣e̅ ̟̏lͨ͛ͭ̈a͓͎̝s͈̞̩ͯ͌t̐̀ͮ҉ ̖ͭ̀̒youͭ ͐h̲̯̀̍e̦͑á̺̠ͯr̍ͭͫͧͪ ̢̊ͯiͩţ̅͐..̆͟.̸̧̧̲͜ ̛͊i̷̽̏fͥͪ͌͒ ͓̜́̓Į̛͈́͡'̼̐m ͙ͥs̮͇̅́̋̕ò ̞̟̇lͧuͧc̼̓k̗̀͞y̗ͭ S͞li͈p ͂awaͬẙ...̀
Felicia just continued to smile, still offering him a drink from her canteen.
Felicia...
Damon moved his right hand under her face as he tried to muster a smile finding it... extremely painful. It was as if his mind emptied out all emotion, all pain, and all feeling in him. It was starting to go dark, his mind a blur... memories... fading. "Damon? Damon, you look like you're about to pass out!"
Damon's veins started to blacken, followed by Damon falling backwards on to the floor. "Damon!"
Damon shot up quickly looking around him. "I'M UP!" Damon shouted, as he looked around, left and then to the right... he saw Felicia screaming out... then... him lying on the ground.
"What...? Whoa!? What?!" Damon snapped crawling over to the body. "Oh fuck... " He was speechless.
"I'M DEAD?!" He screamed seeing his body and Felicia crying out to someone for help. "How?! How the fuck am I dead?! I'm still here!"
Think carefully dumbass. Your soul's not in your body if your dead, right?
"Wait you!" Damon turned and saw himself in a black and scaly set of armor set that reminded him of his dragon form.
Yeah. Me. The me you made from fear in your heart.
U̩͕̺͔̭̼̻̫̜͈̖̗͌ͮ͐̊ͫ̒ͧ̏̄͋́ͧͫ̀͘͠͝͞͏̤̥͗͊̈ń̡f̸̵̵̸̷̛̜̙̻̬̰͇̝͎̩̦͉̟͚͉̭̜̲͕͔̙͔̙̘̮̠̰̱͚̖̦͈̮̩̯̭̠ͧͬ̈́̂ͯ̅̓ͯ̐̎̋̆̋̃͂̅͐̈́ͣͩͫ̔̓ͫ̀̀̐ͬͣ͌̀͂̀̒ͤ̈̍̇͂̋̃͘̕͜͢͝͞͝͞͝͠͝͝ớ̧͓̲̙̉͋̈́r̢̧̨̧̛̛̛̞̱͉̱͔̠͖̜̣͎̥̺̅ͯ̃ͤ̍ͫ́̎̓ͪͥ͊͢͞s̴̴̵̸͔͉̘͙̯̞͙̼̦̭̼̱͐ͨͩ͑͊̉́̽ͥ̚̚̕e̶̸̡̧͇̝̲̞̫̣̊̒̉͑̽ͮ̀́ͣ̒̕͜ͅę͌҉̴̨̨͎͍̺̭͔̝̼̝̼̬͓̖͙̙͓͛ͦ͐ͦͤ͗ͤ̈́ͨ̌́ͫ́͑̂̊̌͆͑̋̔̓͗̋̒̒ͫ͜ͅ͏̴̴̧̨͚̗͕̯͔̤̠̘̣̺͓̫̮̫̊̎͂ͭ́̚͝n̸̨̠̗͕̻͉̞͇̯̲͚̝̰̜̺͙͎̥̜ͫ́͊̃̂̂ͪ͂ͮ̉̒ͣ͘͝ ̵̫̤̭͓̺͙̖͙͚ͤ͒ͭ͆ͦ̇̑Ç̵̺̱͇͖͇̳̖̦̞͍̓͗ͩͬ͗ͯ̎͌̌͛ͬ̑ͭ̒̒̔̐ͭ̎ͤ͛͐̏͊̈́͘͜͞҉̸̴̛͈̳̥̖̮͎͉̏ͫ́͌̍̆̚o̩̳͐̋͌̚n̷̶̵̷̢̢̩̮̺̣͉͔͓̜̟̠̩̟̲̦̠̮͎̼̥̩̹ͧ̈̍͑͊ͮͯͯͤͬ̐͛ͩ͐ͣͦ͒͗̌̕̕̚̚͢͝s̶̨̹̟̥͙̗̝̍̒̂̏ͦ́̎ͅe̷̖̩̾̔͛̌͘͜q̷̵̨͎̲͍ͯ̑ͥͦͅu̝̤҉̷̡̟̫̹̺̼̰̖̰̯̼̎̆́̅̾̽̃̒̌ͦͧ̔͘̕͘͟͜e̞̜̮͛͊̀ͧͩ̇ͅn̤̝̦̰͖ͭͯ̑̎ͤ͢҉̧̢̱̺̖͔̙͓̮̣̹̯̪̱̲̝̤̈́ͨ̆͗͗̀͗̎͗̌̿̐̀̆ͪ̎́́̚̚͜͝͠ͅĉ̵̡̙̗͈̳̪̭̩̙̼͖̟̬̈́͗̈́́ͧ̃ͯͪ̎̎̍͢͡e̟̞̖̎̆̚͟͠ͅ͏̷̡̻̪͔͍͕̲͈̓ͥͩͬ͑̉͞͡͏̡͚͎͙ͣ́̂ͮ̇ͪs̛͎̰͖̭̹̟͙̣͍ͭ̀̾̒ͩ͊̀ͤ̆͜͢͡.̶̶̶̴̷̸̡̡̡̡̡̛̛͖̠͚̺̱͉̪̼̖̘̭͍͍̭̟̗̰̯̙̺̖̦͈̮̋ͧ̂͛̏͗͂ͮ̈ͭͧ̎ͥ̀ͩͨ̀̅͒͂̾̊ͫ̓̓̅̇̏́̔ͥ̇ͨ̅͗̕̕̕̚͡͝ͅ.̴̜̺̲̲̭͙͍͇̅ͪͦ̀ͬ͗̅͆̉̽ͧͩ̑ͧ̀̆̎͡ͅͅ͏͓̺͘̕͟҉̫̹͎̫͔̪̣̤̪͍̬̃ͯͩ̎ͩ̄͋͌ͧ͠͠ͅ.̞̹͎̳̙̜̲̀̀̔̈́͐͊ͥ̃ͤ͘
A loud screech that echoed the hall way with a muffled voice only the two could hear. "GODS DAMN IT!" Damon snapped covering his ears.
Calm the hell down and position yourself with your body, now! I wanted to have a talk while I have you, but I guess it'll have to wait.
"Wait you're not responsible for kicking me out of my body?" He asked while the echoing thunder of that same voice came back.
I'm the dragon side that you've been trying to keep locked up since I frightened you at Felicia's rescue.
"And you and me together form... Demon?" He asked the Dragon Knight.
Exactly.
Į̷̷̷̧̣̳̩̹̬͉̼ͥ̐̓ͯ̾͑̌̇̌͆ͯͨ̊̚͠҉̴͎̰̭̥́̄ ̶̹̺̱̰̘͖̠͚͚ͣ̋ͨ̀͒͂҉̨́͏̸̶̧̢̛͉̠̹̫̩̱͕̳̱̤̱̭̍̂̽̆ͭ́̌ͤ̒̋̏̈́̾ͪ̆̉͜͡ͅ҉̶̢̠̙̼̯̮̹̪̙̬̣̂̄̿̏̄̅̽̉̀̈̃ͮ̍̈́͂͟͟ͅ͏̶̧̣̗͔̖̰̮͈͙͍͖̙̗̖̹̙͋̀ͪ̾̄̄̋͂͆ͩͧ̋͗̍̀̂ͬ̃̊̌̿̌ͭͥ͗ͤ̾͑͘̚̚͜͞͝A̴̸̶̧̢̧̰̗̮̜͎̥̼̺̪̭̭̳̖̪̳̥͕̰̟͎̝̘̞͙͉̓̀̾̒̎̋̀́́̎̋͗̋́̇ͧ͌̽̑ͬ̓̿ͣͥ̒̏ͩ̑͐͛ͮ͂͟͡ͅM̷̶̧̛̹̙̮̜͍͔̲͍̆ͯ̌̅̓̇̀̋̀͒͌̃͆̋̍̂͐̿̕͘͝͡͞͝҉̵̵̨̘̣̣͕͍̳̙̈́́̔̄ͨ̾̎̿̽͞҉̷̷̨̢̤̪̟͈̮̼͖͎̞̽͆͋̿̾̉͢͏̧̳̝͔͌ͭͯ̽̃͏̷̵̴̴͎͓̯̤̖͉̺̹͈̥͓̬̯͍̓ͥͯͪ̈́ͭͥ̋ͦ̊ͥͬ̒͗ͦ͒̓̓͑͘̕͝҉̪̻̥͖͙̼͓̩̑̒͢͢͞ ̸̷̧̧̢̧̡̧̛̠̱͚̮̤̖̰̲̟̝̭͇̖͇͉̳̪̪̘̗̪̪̖̟͖̙͇̬͍̣̭̱̗͇̞͓͍͇̝̖̲̗̤̞̯̺̠̰̦̜̹͕̟̩͙̮͍̎͆ͤ͑̉̆̐̄̇͆̄͗͛̓͑͂͋͑͛̔̌̒̀ͣ̉̆̀͒́ͬͪ̓̑̇ͫ̒͗͐̂ͪͯ́̽̕̕̕͟͢͢͜͡͞͞͞ͅ҉̸́̾ͧ҉̴̴͎̗̝͔̯̙̞̐̒͑ͬ̀̀͜͝͞T̸̡̛̞̠͚̖͚̱͖ͪͧ́ͨͧ̋ͨ͑ͨͣͩ͟͟͡͏̡̨̛͔̮̲͙͎͈͕͎̺͔͔̦̤̬̞̯̭̠͌̔̐ͪ͊ͪ̌͒̇̌̒ͩͬ́̌͋́̓ͧ̐̆̎̍͜͟͝͡H̨̡̲̪̣͎̜̫̩̥͗ͨ͒̓ͭ̋̓̉̏͐ͯ̓̎͋͘͜͝҉̴̢̢̳̲͈̯̝ͮͨ̾ͬ̐͑̀̑͜͠͏̡͖̺̟̭̝ͬ̓̏ͥ̀͢͟ͅ҉̢͎͕͖͖̤͍͔̘̲̥̬͙ͯ̀́ͮ̿̋͑ͪ̑͟͏̖͓̱́̀̾̅̏̈́͂ͭ͏̵̷̴̵̨̛̹͈̬̣̺̱͎̪͖̮̯͈̳͕̥͈͈̠̝͈ͣ͋ͩͦ͗̐ͧ̋̀E͏̴̛̩͚͍̮̤̙͔͎͎̮ͪͤͦͤ̒͑̀ͤ̓̎̾͘͝ͅ͏̹̪͊ ̸̢̨̩͇̙͎̩̖̠̻̥̮͚̭̭̜͈͉̮̫̬͎̦͓̹̖̣̥̫̠̊́̔̌͌ͥ̈́̀ͮ̽̇̀̃̅̉͌̽͋̔́̆̊ͦͥ́̏̓ͬ͘̕̚͟͜͞͠͝ͅT͍̱͖̮͍̘̫̭̺̘̻̜̱͛̂ͬ̋̇̇̾̇̎ͭ̓͛ͮͣ̊͜͟͠Ŗ̭̣̠̹̺̺̫̮͚͖̣̼͕͙̣͒̿̎͆̃̓̄̿̿ͧ̏̇ͫ̌͘͢͡͡͏̢̛̮̪͙͈ͨͭ́͆̀͐ͧ͗ͦ̈͝͝U̫̕E̡̛̤̻̦͍̟̩̖͇̣̪̯̼͐̀͑̂͆͌̾̈͆ͭ̆̄͐̎̿̀́̆̈ͪͥ̕͜͡ ̷̵̶̵̛̮̙̳̤̖̮͕̘͎̮̱̦͎̞̝̠̥͍̗̭̩͚̞̣̺͓̟̪̩͔̇̾͗ͯ̔̌̈́̓̇ͪ̈̊ͭ͗̈̌ͩ͋ͯ͌ͩ̉̾̅͛͆ͧ̿ͩ͋̉́͘̚͟͝͞ͅͅ҉̨̖͔̬̹̺̥̤ͨͯ̾̉ͯ͋͢D̵̶̴̴̢̢̨̧͙̞͕̳̭͔̩̗̦̼͔̜̲͓͕̜̫̼͇̽̈́̓́̒̀́̍ͥ̈̓͛ͯ̋̅ͧͪ̓̀ͤ̆͛͒̚͟ͅ͏̶̡̢̛͚̜̣̪̟͇̭͖͈̤̟͔̮̥̤̟̦̯͍̜͖͇̳̓̾ͯͧͭͬͯ̒ͫ̒ͭͯ͌̊̍̎̋̎͐̏̈́͊ͦ̐̌̑͘͜͞͠͡͡͏̨̪̱͚̠̺͐͟È̸̼̽̇́̈́ͣ̚҉̷̸̵̧̨̨̢̛̛̳͔̯̤̬̣̦̠͔̗̖̠̲̬̻̰͈̩̦̝̪̦ͧ́̇̏͐̔̿̊ͯ̏ͬ͐̐̅̉̅̽ͫ̂̔͂̑̓̌ͣ̔̋̈́ͥ̽̑͜͟͞҉̵̶̛̛͙̱̟̼͖̼̩̫̖̤̬͔̟͊̏̿̊́͐͑̓͛ͣͦ̇͊̿͋ͧ̓ͭ̕͜͢͠ͅM̵͓̭̖̟̫̐͛͛̉ͥ̇҉̻̈́҉̢̡͎̝̻̺͖̪̌̔ͬ̿͆̔̀̈́͊͒ͬ̕͝͏̸̧̳͎̗͇̦̥̤͉̼͉ͧ̽̐̈̂̀ͨ̈́̆̃̉͌͡ͅ҉̶̸̝̙͔̤̬͈̲̯̣͓̱͇̪̖̯̞̗͇̥̳͍̲̟̞̗̤̦̯̉ͧͤ͗̀ͨͫ̄ͦͣ̎̊̃͊̒ͬͨ̕̕͠͡͠͏̵̵̶̢̭̮̺̯͖̻̻̟̱̘̜̲͔̟̥̘̾̀̈ͤ́̒́̄͊ͦ͛̍̈́̇͊̉ͦ̋ͫ̄̋̓͢͟͢҉̴̧͈̯ͤͧ͗̆ͬͅƠ̸̢̡̙̝͙̮̪͈̼̠̬̟͙̪̬̖̞̋͑̑̄̂ͯ̿̒̈́͊ͬ̀ͣ̿̇ͥ̉͂͒̓͒ͩ̍ͯ̍̄̈̀̇̋͒ͭͫ̕͘͜͟͡͠͡Ņ̶̷̡̛̥̭̯̳̣͉̲͕̥̳̣̼̠̝͙̙̳̙͔͕̹̿ͭͥͫ̏́̂̀̅́̊͌͌̾̃͌̃ͨͤͨͧ̆ͩ͐ͦͭ̽̃ͭ̌̎͌ͫͥ́ͯ̈ͩ̄̚̚͟͢͞͠҉̛̖̤̰̹̭̞͙̫̝͚̗̞͉̱̂̓̐̔ͤͬ̈́ͧ̅̐̊͢͜ͅ ͏̶̵̸̸̵̧̧̫͎̼͎͕̲̫̝̻̺̞̲̘̤̼̣̳̖̠͕̲̗̟̦̪͔͈̥̱̀̾͒ͦ̓̀̀̋̈̓͛́̇́ͩͣ̍̆̒̏͛̂̓̌ͩ̈́̍̀̉̾̑̒ͣ̿͂ͧͨͥ̐́̚̕͘̕͢͟͝͞͝͝͡҉҉̡̨̡̤̩̰̩͉͖͕͎̰͕̻͉̼͖̜̬̫͈͙̿ͥ͆́͗͛ͬ̎͌̀̌̽ͅI̸̡̧̡̢̛̙̥̩̺̙̟͖̺ͤ͂̄̿ͪͭ̅̌ͦ̌ͫ̇̌͠ͅ͏̛͕̹͎͋͘͏̸̸̧̛̲̲̰̖̲̆͗ͩ̑͌͑̃̾͋͒̄ͭͦ͌ͣ͑͂͒͟͡ ̴̷̷̵̡̡̗͎͎̮̳͈̪̻̪̟̪̱͕̬͚͍̱̱̩̬͕̱̜̤͍̙̙̦̰̯̲̼̌̎̀ͥ̈́̆ͪ͑͂̈͒ͯ̈̓͒͋̐̓̾ͩͫ̔ͤ̓̉͆̒ͥ̽̿ͭ̀ͧ́̊̓͒̎ͯ̇̔̈́͆̚̕͘͘̕͘͜͝͝͞ͅͅͅ҉̲͎̬͎͇̹͍͕̄ͧ̆͘͞҉̴̸̶̦̜͕̫͓̝̳͉̣̞̗̺͖͂̈̊ͪ̔̉̅ͭ̊̓͑̒̌͢͞͏͛ͪ͏̩̟̞̩̾ͤ̽̇ͭ̚Ą̶̸̵̢̛̛̫͕̖̠̹̖͕̩̦̩̣̘̖͙̘̬͈̍̆̈̎͆̋ͧͫͪͬ̀͒̇̉̐ͥ͆̓͊̄̾́͗̿ͩ́̒͌̎̏͂ͭ̍̅ͮ̌ͧ̃̕͘͢͡͠͠͡҉̶͖̹͌̽͋ͣͩ̊́͜͟҉͇̺̳̘̙͇̫͇̯̻̞̓̌̓ͪ͆ͦ̈͘͟͝M̵̷̴̨̧̨̡̛̛̞͈̝̞̣̞͓̳̮͚̱͙͈͖͎̻̖̲̰̫̑̆̂́͊̋ͦͯ̐ͮ́́͑̽̈̈͑̇͌͋ͨͣͮ͑̔̀͒́͐ͩͬ̾̇̏̕̚͢͟͟͞͞͞ ̴̧̢͙̟̬̰͓̝̼͕̞͈͓̝̻̱̗̞͍̥̜͚͈̟̦͈̥͓͔̗͚̟̳ͤ͐͗̒ͨ̃̉̔ͦͩͤ̉̀̐ͧ̎̀̽̾̑̇ͬ̈ͯ̏ͩ̎̍ͫ́͂ͪ̉̇̿̇ͯ͊̌̀̚͢͡͝͠Ṯ̶̸̸̛̛̛̭͓̯͖͙̰͚̫̥̻͕̯͓̝͕̯ͣͧ̅ͧ͒ͥͫͪ̉ͨ̆̽ͣͮ̒ͥ̿͐͗ͣ͌͘͢͢͞͠͏͙̬͙͈̃ͦ͡҉̻͚̞̭͍̺ͩͫ̍͛̈́̌̂͑͡H̪̤̟͔̘ͦ̑ͭ̐̉̌ͪ͘͝͠Ȩ̴̶̴̵̢̨̡̢̨̛̛̤̘̼̲̫̼̟̘̘̬̲̥͙̣̯̞̹͓̱̬̭͎̙̬̣̤̪͔͎͍̣̥͕̼̿͑̎ͭ͌̿̓͑̑̈́̓͆̄͊̉͂̐ͨ̈ͤͮ̇͌̇͛͛̄ͣ̒̒͌ͨ̇̃͐̕͟͜͟͡͡͞͏͔͍̰̪ͬ̆͏̵̭̖̤͓̜̘̰͇͉ͪ̒̐͏̷̻̬̝̤̯͔̼͕ͦ̏̋̑ͩ̉́̎͑̑̄͌̈ͧ́͗͒ͥ͏̢̨̛̘̯͖͇̯͚͙̯̃̿͂ͣ͑̀̍̒̈͑̂̚̕͞͡ ̼͈̳̥͈̈́ͭ̀̂ͥ̃̆͢҉̧̧̘̗͎̞̳͚̝͙̞̩͖̦͉͌̋̐͆͐͌ͧ̀ͮ͂̊̑ͩͨ͒̔̇͊̆̀͏̵͎͍̱̱̱̗̦͈̻̖̠͙̘̇ͪ͂̎ͪ̂̓ͦͬ̓̒̚͢͞͝͠͏̵̴̡̛̛̛̜̱̙̗͈͍͕̻͈̠̼̥̬͓̥̼͙̤͙̹̱̱ͣ͋͆̏ͣ̂͆̓̍̇ͭ̈ͥ̓ͪ̒̅̍͒ͤ̾̌̽̐ͤ̓͘͘̚͡D̩̞̠̟̰͎̺̞ͥ̀̋͏̲̔҉̷̰̖̻̺̃Ą̛͔͙̰̲͍̖̣͈̼ͯͩͬͥ̋̇̎͆͜͠͠҉̶̷̶̶̵̨̨̣̠̖͖̙̫̼͉͇̯̆̄ͭ̇ͮ̇̆̊͐͐̔̎ͪ̓̀̋̈͊͂̀ͨ̋ͤ̋̊̒̊̔̚͘͟͠͞͝͞͠͞҉̸̷̶̵̨̛̛͈̤͇̦̯̼̼̬̙̞͇͍͉̗͉̝̟̹̩̭̳̪̳͎̩̯̗̦͔͖̘͎̦̺̟̪̳̘̖̲̿͌́ͪ̂ͩͯͧͮͥͤ̓͒̎ͬ͋͆̀̿̑̏͋͛ͨ̊ͮ͊ͤͪ̃̋͊ͪ́̊ͧ̿͋̐͒̑̃̋͗͘͘͜͝͡͝͡ͅR̡̟͈͚̹͚̓͂ͪ̊ͭ҉̴̢̡̡̰̫̣̻̱̫̥͕̯͇̹̜̺͉͎̪͎͉̼̘̺̮̻̞͇̲ͥͥͬͭ͌̏̋̄͊ͭͦ̔̐̍ͧ̋ͪͣ̿̏̚͟͢͢͢͟͠͞Ǩ̸̶̖̦̙̹̹͍͈͈̩̳͚̓̂̍ͦ͌̈͂ͪͯ̾̃͠ͅ ̬̟͉̎̊͞Ô̸̡̪͙̗ͥ̑̄̌ͮ͟N̶͍̗̠͈͒ͪ̈́̽͌̔ͯ́͊̓͏̴̛̜̭̫̜͈̘ͪ̽ͥ҉̴̷̵̨̧̛̛͍͔̪̘̟̮̜̬̪̻̱͚͖̬̪̯̼̳͙͋ͬ̈̑̒ͣ̈́̋̎ͤ̈̆́ͦ́̽̾͛ͦ̀̏͑E̦͔ͧ̀̍̽̕̕҉̴̢̖̰̮͎̜̟̝̗̝͙̱̅́̽̊͗̽̃̒ͧ͌ͫ̌̈́ͣ͂ͫͪ̊ͬ̚̕̕͢͢!̴̸̷̶̢̢̧͔̦͙̩̩̩͉͉̹̭̞̞̪̥̱͚̫̹̟͓̲̥̝̞̹̞̩̥̫̮̖ͧ̋ͭ̆͆̄ͭͧ̒̈ͩͭ̔̊ͧ̉̈́ͥ̍ͤ̐̍ͬͤͧ̾ͣͤ͆̿̑̿̆́͌̂͑̕̚͘͘͟͜͜͠͝͞͝͠͝͝͞͝͠͞ͅͅ!̴̵̷̵̧͙̪̞͙͖͖͉̠͚̭̻͖̇͂̐̎͂̆̈́̈́̍ͬͮ̎̓̌̃̔̕̕͢͜͞
Bastard's persistent...
"This guy is starting to piss me off... Shut the Hell up!" Damon shouted in to the air.
Not the time! Look, just get in your body, you only have so long before you die for good, and then we're both screwed!
"I got it! I'm getting in to my body..." Damon said as he tried to touch it but... he got thrown away from it by a black stream of lightning. "OW!" He snapped.
Fucking poison... give me a second.
"Poison?! DO they know I'm poisoned still, I thought we got out the blasted stuff..." Damon said.
You thought there was only that? Why do you think you've been attacked so often and hearing these voices so much since then?
"I thought there was... Hey... What's that red ball of light over there?" Damon asked. As the ball of red light got closer they could see a corporeal form of a girl, rushing down the hall way.
Seems that Pauline girl is here. Hey, whelpling! Unless you have a cure for this, keep this guy off of me while I neutralize this crap!
Ư̡̖͚̪͍̼̭̩͍̈́̉͒̈́͂̍͗ͪ̒ͯ̐ͅͅ҉̴̵̶̸̧͎̥͎̼̼̜̬͈͔͍̪͕̺̲͍̯̟͚̘̏ͮͪͥ̆̊̎͆̊̽̌ͨ͂ͦ̈͋̃͋͆ͫ͒̕̚͡͡ͅN̵̷̴̴̢̻̩͓̭̭̤̙̼͉̱̼̻͍̩͈̺̟̟̜̆̌ͯ̀̊̀̀̔ͮ͌̑̋͒́ͦͪ͆ͥ͐ͪͤ̑̊͋̈ͨ̓̀ͤͭ̀ͥͬͯͩ̈́̍̈̔̕͟͜͜͟͟͢͞͡͡͞͠͠͝ͅͅG̷̨̟̬̳̫͎͑̾̅ͩ̋ͪ̈́̚͝͏̶̡̧̨̨̳̗̹̳͍̼̱̫̝̥̬͚̲̭̹̫̰̬̘̖̏͋ͥ̈́̇͆ͥͮ̐́ͦ̊ͪ͗ͨ̒̂̓̾ͣͦ͋̚̕̕͘͘̚͟͠͝͠R̄͐̊҉̸͖̂̊̆͜҉̢͈̹͔̫͍̞͙͚́͛͌̈́ͯ͆̕͞҉̷̷̛̛̛̛̪̟̞͙̫̲̩̯̬̦͈̺͉̘̙̳̣͈͇̙͚͇͙̣ͫ̽̾̂ͣ͋̍̆͊͒ͫ̂̄̔͐̆̔ͨ̂ͨ̎̀ͨ̋̏͐͒̅ͬ͗̆ͪͫͣ̒̃̃̑͌̋̚͘͜͢͡͡À̝̜͙̫̆͂̐̓̍ͮ҉̶̶̧͖̗̼̤̜̫̪̙̤̟̤̫̮̩̪̪̑ͣ͗̈̄ͭ̍̐͆̔̀ͬͫͯ̈ͧ̾̀̍̾́͒̐͂̑͋͟͠͝ͅŢ̴̶̬̲̱̯̟͍̝͓̩̟̬̗͖̝͚̰̲̃ͨ͋̀ͬ̈́ͭͩͯ͊̅ͦ̕͘͜͜͞͝͝͝Ę̸̴̸̸̡̬͙͇̖̝̤̙̼̠͉͈̘̫͓̙̻̜͌̒͐͋ͫͣͭ̿͛̈ͫ̾̍̄́̅ͮͪ͛ͯ͊̕̕͠͝͠҉̬͏̬F̟͇͔̙́̄ͯ̈́̾ͯͦ͠҉̝̒̾͝͏̴̶̡̘̠̫̝͓͓̻͚̘̜͔̠̭̯̔̃ͣ̉̐́ͣ̽̂͋̍͂͑̊̓̃̑̄ͬŲ̸̶̴̴̨̧̨̨̛̛̯̱̪̼͈̮̣̟̖̱̼͉̭̺͉̺̞̩͇̦̬͙͈͕͉̭̭̹̩̼̱̙̮̥̥͇̇͊̒̽̇̀͛̄̊́̔ͥ̏̄ͨ͒̍͌̐̉̈̽̈͊̍̄ͦ͐ͧ̿͐͋͛̔̎͒̏ͤ̎̆ͫͭ̆̃͆̇͐ͪ̊ͮ̕̚̕̚̚̕̕͝͠͏̤̘̀L̴̴̴̴̷̶̸̡̡̡̛͈̺̼̪͙̰̺̜͇̞̲̪̜͖̙̥͓̹̮͈͚̦̬̺̳̝͍͉̥͍̲̟̙̪̮̞͓̞̬̋͒͒ͦ̀ͮ̃͗͌̏̽̃̽̾̃̒͛͊ͤ̆ͣ͒͑̌͊̀͂̄̏̇̒̋ͩ̌̌̑ͯ́̀͂̔̏̽͗ͭͥͬ̀̀̿ͪ̒̋͛̕̚̕͘͢͢͝͞ͅ͏͗ 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̷̞͇̝͔̞͑̆҉̞͎ͨ̒ͦͩ̾̏͘T̷̡͎͎̫̪̘̬̦̺̣̙̗̺͓͑̄̓ͨ͂͛͆͐͑ͬͦͣ͒̍̀̅͘͘͜͡͏̸̷̡̢̧̜̰͔̣̱̦͍͚̝̖͓̰͚̼̟͋͆̽ͥ̈́ͮ͆̒̓̋̆͗̅̒͋̕͘͡͠͝ͅḨ̵̸̨͕̤̠̭̞͉̩̟̼̤ͯ̒̂ͯ̿̍́̏ͬ̓ͫ̆ͬ̑ͯ̌̐͑̕̚҉̖̩ͩ̓͝҉̴̴̷̷̴̶̷̴̢̨̡̢̧̡͕̪̩̭̞͓͚͖̼͎̯͍͉̠̝̯̖̥̗̗̖̳͇͉̙̩̜̹̰͍̜̖̺̝̘͇̘̮̲̗͍̰̘̜͎̖͇̙͔̜̱̞̣̮̻̊ͨ̐̿̇ͭ̒̃͌̌ͮ̉̀̒ͬͭ̑̍̍̔͂̃̋͐̄̑ͨͥ̒̍̄ͬ̑̂̒̏̄̌́́̾̑͌̉ͪ̚͘̚͟͢͜͞͝͞͝ͅ҉Eͫ͏̵̶̧͓̫͓͙̩̞͈̝̭̰̘̪̲̻͓̿ͩͭ̓̏̾̽ͦͭͨ͛̾̐͛̌̍̕͟͟͝͡͡ͅ 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̧̧̛̛̟͍͈̱̥͍͍̪̜̬̻͉̼̱͕̱̓̄ͬͩ͛̓̅ͬ͋͆̀̽̏ͩͨͭ̽ͦ̅ͣͮͩͫ̄̕͜͟͡҉̵̝̰̀̏̓Ĩ̴̶̷̢̘͙̠͔̞̰͉̰̾́̄̕͢͝͝҉̡̧̧̛̲͕̋ͦ̏̎̿̎̃̀͊̈̍ͯ͝҉̶̶̡̞̗̻̝͍̦͔̘̮͛ͮͯ̉̆͗̒̎ͦ̏͐͠͝ ̨̡͔̯̬̩̤͎̥̲͚̥̯̬̜̤̠͎͚̈́ͪͥͤ̀̑̊̐ͭ͊̓ͯͫ̔̆̓̌ͬͧ̋ͤ̋̌ͪ̋̔͘͟͟͟͢͟͝ͅW̵̶̷̷̧̨̛̛̰̻͍̥̗̠͎̫̳͖̪͓̺͖̳͇̖̟͕̞͍̩̟̙͓̬̞͓̮͚͓͇͍̻̹͇̯͎͙ͣ͋̌͋̒̈̌̂ͨ͊ͫ̑̌̅̊̂̃̍̊̐͗͐͂͆̐̈̂̇̂̀̋ͪ͐̓̿ͪ̊ͯͮ̃ͤͥ͊ͭͦ̍̍́̾̓̐̔̕̚͘̕͢͢͟͞͞ͅ҉̖̅͛̋ͮ͒̈ĮL̨̡̡̛̪̭̖̻̺̑ͥ̅ͮ͗̚͟͜Ĺ̷̷̶̡̥̬̳͖̼̱͎̯̭͔ͯ̊̊̎͆ͭ̒́̑͜͢͟͏̳̺̪͈͖̳̜̥̽̌̔͊̀̉ͫͭ͛͠͞ͅ͏̛̜̳̲̻̬͔̓͂̓̽ͣ̄ͨ͜ ͡ͅ͏̸̛̰͙̞̝̻̻͈́ͨ̊̊̐̕҉̷̵̢̡̧̡̱̭̪͖̭̺̙̺͕̻͎̱̙̣͇̳͐ͦ́̿ͨ̅̊̋́̅͒ͧ̄̀̽͋͒͊ͨ̏̾̎̈́ͮ̎̊̃̈ͪ͜͝͡͞͡͡ͅH̡̧̞̣͍̗̮̜͙͚̝̳͖͓̯͇͙͉͇͕̲͔̪̞̔̅ͧ̒̆͋͊̍ͣͦ͊ͪͨ̄̄ͮ͂͜ͅ҉̹͟͏̷̷̧̭͔̰ͯ̆͒̿́͒̓̍Ă̴̟̎ͬ͊ͨͬ͜͏̴̷̴̶̡̧̢̡̛̗̭̱̹͎̘̙͖̻̭͕̯͕̥͉̳̝̙̙̬̬̘̰̖̮͓̗̬͓̦̰̗̐͋̅́ͩ̉̈ͨͧ͋ͬ̌̓͋̔̊̅̇́ͩͣ̄ͯ̐̀̔̊̂ͫ͗͊ͪ̾̊͂̉̔ͬ͊̀͆̽̒̋̾͗ͥ͗͒ͫ̄͌ͫͭ̈́́͋͒̚̕͜͜͟͝͞͡͝V̸̶̧̢̡͉̻̟͓̼̝͇̪̻̭̠̩͍̜̳̙͇͚͔̠͎͚̳̜̠̼̦̟͓̘̺̖̺̞̠͚̯͇͕̺̣̗̦̪̭͔͒̃̑̍̍̾̂̓̀ͬͥͫ͋̒́ͮ̇ͨͣ̔ͭͦ̆͋̂̃́̾̊ͧ̾̾̊́͑̏ͩͤ̄͋̈͐̉ͩͬͤ͆̓ͤ́̄̑͑̑̇̓͆͆̉͌ͨ̇ͧͥ͘̕̕̕͘͟͢͝͡͡ͅȨ̸̷̵̶̶̛̬̱̟̠̦̤͇̣̼̩̣̠͓͚̲̰̦͚̘̯̺̝ͯ͒̌ͬͩ̈́̍̄̐ͭͫ̀ͦ̓͂̑ͥ̀̒̽ͬ̐ͫ͒͌́͜͢͠͏̨̝͍͚̖̮͒̆ͪ̒̐̆ͤͦ̓̀̐ͮͦ̎̋̕͜҉̧̦̦̠̯̥̽͐ͦ̈͊́̿͟͡͏̧̛̪̞̟́̊͏̘̊̂ ̙̩̆͌͘҉̸̣͚̽̈́̌̾̓̄̕͝Ị̭͇͇̼͈̆̊͌ͧ̏̈͌̑͐ͣ̓͠҉̺͒ͯ͟͏̷̡̖̜͖͇̰̫̞̲̟͍̩͚̭̺̰̪̭̜̝͚̱̼̠ͦ̿̏ͫ̎͋̽̏̇̔ͣ̆̉͐͌̍ͦͮ͂̒͋ͩ̀ͧͥ̿ͨ͋͑̃̆ͥ̔̚͘͢͞͡͝T̵̴̵̶̸̵̶̵̢̧̛̲͍̖̭͇͚͔̰̣̼̥͙͈̖̼̱̼̭̣̤̬̥͕̫̤͇̩͚̟̻̦ͩ̀ͧ̆ͨ̓̓ͣ̂̎́͑ͤ̓̂̔̋̽̏ͦ̿̐̂ͬͫ̀ͤ͗̍̃̚͢͢͞ ̵̴̧̛̛͈̲͕̠̹̫̫̭̘̭̙͕̭̞̝̜̭̞̤̜͖̗̖̰̹͚͍̞̣͕̌̆͋̿ͥ̌̑̏ͨͮ̓̀͛̾ͤ̎͐̊̏̈́̀́̈ͯ̀̋̎̅̈́̒̅ͭͬ̂͐́̄͌ͫ̇̚̕͟͜͡͞͞ͅÃ̖̪̘̀̋̈́̀L̸̡̛̪̼͍͈̟̗̫̠̥̄ͤ͊͂̏̈́̍̅̃͗̓̕͞L̷̛̬̮̼̼̬̀͗̾̽͝͏̶̶̢̱̺̠̟̜͖̜̺̫̤̞̠̤̣͙͓̘̜̓ͦ́̓͊ͦ̈͒ͯ̽̃ͦ͌ͩ́̋̄̔̅̅͛̓ͮ̓ͯ̂̈́ͧ̕͢͝ͅ҉̷̺̣̰̦̤̘̼̈́̊̽ͩ͛̇́͑͜͜ͅ҉̧̝ͧͥ͛!̸̛̛̱͎̝̩̟̅̉̏̅ͩ̿҉͎̥̗̟̜͎͍͍̄ͧ̿͗͊̀̌͂́̓̚͟͏̸̩̩̱̙̈͝҉̥͎̫͇̱̤͆̆ͬ̽̍҉̵̷̶̴̴̢̛̯̲͉̳̺̠̥̞̼̘͉̝̟͚͔͙͎̪̻̼̟̮̙̱͎̬̩̫̣͚̣̭̖̻͖̳͋̀͂̈ͧ͌ͫ̄ͪ̍ͣͨ̃̍ͩ̀͑͒͆ͣ͌̍ͯ́̽̆͑͂́̐ͯ̌ͦ͛ͫ̐̽̅̏̓́̂́̾̌̍͛̂ͧ̓̇ͨ̕͘̚͟͢͜͢͠͝͡͡͝͡ͅ!̨̡̳͉̲̖̪͕̮̋̌͒̂̿̂̿ͩ̾̚͝͏
The voice was even louder from the distance, and growing in volume.
If you really need us alive that bad, you either better make my job easier or hold him off, because we don't have much time left!
"Hold him off with what let me get my sword of ligh...Oh hey!" Damon said seeing the bright Yato light. His friends could be seen rushing down the hallway circling his body, his mouth was dripping out black ooze.
I was really talking about Pauline, but that works too. I it makes sense the Yato would help you here too. It is a holy weapon after all. Just hold him off, I got this. The dragon knight exhaled and cut a small hole in the body where the arrow hit before starting to suck the ooze out.
Ț̸͇̱̓́̊͆̍͋̒́ͨ̿͟h̘̬e̡̻̝̺͉̰̹̤̞̥̜͍͐̾́̑͛̆̐ͭ̑̄ͭ̀̑̈́̽͆̔͠ ̨̧̢̢̛̪̣͎̳͔͚̇ͤ͂̿̍̋̅̍̐̋̑ͣ́̚͝ţ̸̛̬̬̟̦̗͔̦͙̠͖̃̃́ͣͩ̽̋ͯ̿̃͑́̅ͤ̕̕ŕ̴̟̣͎̥̳̹̟̘ͥ̏̂̇͊͒̌͊ͣ̔̆̊͗́ͤ̽̚͠͏̰̖͋u̟͈͙͛̔̈́̈ͤ̚t̷̶̪̩̼̲̹ͥ̃ͥ͊̾ͩ́ͥ́ͥͥ͂̃h̸̡̨̡̢̩̼̯͔̳̥͖̠͚̒͐ͪ̌ͨ͊͒͌̄͒̓͆̉͐̔ͪ̀͒̕̚͠ͅ ̟͕̯̯͂̈́̀̆̈́͟͡wͬͣ͡҉̭͍͇͚͉̼̉̿̇̓ͬ͝ĩ̤͘͜͏̱̥̝̹͔̰̹͆̓ͪͫ̎̍́ͩl̡̞͖̪̹̠͋̃͐͋ͥͬ͠ḷ͓͚̬ͧ͑ͯ͜͜͏̙ ̡̞̲̣͕̲̠̝̔ͣ̽ͥ́̾̅̓̓̌ͮ̑̕͜͢͢͝͠b̵̶̰̰͈͎͈̣̝̎̇͑̐͑͌̔͐̇̓̕l̘̣̪̫͔̤͉͈̝̺̞͆ͣͤ̇ͭ̐̄́̐̽̌ͤ́͢͜͞ͅi̸n̘ͮ̑ͪ͏̲̩͈̒d̢̠̯̭͓͔͔̘̞̥͙̘̬̰̹̤̹̯̬̝̜͇̈́̇ͥ̎̈͌̀̃͗̓ͮͤͭͣ̓̒̕̕͢͝ ̧̺̼͈̞͍͆ͫͧͧ́͋̔͢y̲ͣ̓ͯͭ̓͊́ͯ͜o̜͛̓ͤ͜͏̶̠̹̜̱̘̯̍̔̂̍̏ü̡̦͚̤̮̥͖̳͈͋ͬͯ̊̀̒͊ͯ̔ ̻҉̨̡̤͕͎͇͐̌́͋͛̃̑̀͊͛̕͜͝͞͡ā̢̛̯̗̟̬̩̓ͫͬ͟͡l̨̨̛̠͕̠̺̼͎͛̒ͥͦ̅̈́̀̑̃̒͒̐̌̍͛́͡͡͏̷̛̯l̵̛̘͕̯͓͍̫̳͍͍̎͒͂ͬ́͂̇ͨ͂͗̓͠͝ͅ
"I could make out some of what that fuck just said!" Damon shouted as black smoke with red electric discharge began to form. "Something will blind us..." Damon slashed at the fog while turning to the Dragon Knight. "Hey not to sound cynical but... I DON'T THINK THAT'S HELPING! " Damon snapped at the Dragon.
…*gulp* What was that?
"For fuck sakes! Don't drink it!" Damon snapped slashing at the fog.
Dragons have a higher tolerance for poison than humans. Besides, it's not like this body is permanent anyway. It's about as lasting as your soul stays out. After that, I go back to begin instincts and keeping you safe in your head.
"He̲̬͗ͭ̊y̰̕ ̢̡͖̳́̋͢D̦̼ͮa͈̬͂m̩͌ǫ̼͖̕ͅ҉n̦̩͋?̩͆̅̆ ̷̆̓͠I̝͂̉ ͛͗CȂ̯̻N͕̲̥ͩ̅͡ ͉͆S͢E̒E̵̶͋ͪ ̸̗̤͖̿̋Y͉̌͑̚͞O̷̧̲ͧ̐̇Ú̵̒̔ͧͧͪ͡!̢̼͋͌͐̌̀!͉͙̆̂͆͢ ͎͚͂͠Dͫ͊OͮN͔͑'̶͍͎ͫ͋T̤̞̋ ̱̇̚WO̰̍̌ͭͅR̴̡̤̫̞͐̎R̀͠Y̴̨͡ ́͜Ï̙̒ ̞̺̣ͬͅC̣̞̣̃͊͋̉A͎̳͚̲N͙̟̙̪ ̿F̲̗ͮI̴̳̥ͧ̌X̙ͩ̍ ̨͔̗̩̆̎Ṭ͉͛̇҉̳H͍̥̬ͮ̅̚I̳̓͠Ś̈!̢̛̫͔̫̙̒͞ ͬJ͖̒ͤṲ̹ͧ̂͠S̬ͣ̀T͚͚ͭ̌ ̍K͖͕ͮ͋ͬ̇Ě̛͚E͕̳̋̄̀P̦͍͈̻̾́̓̚ ̶̳̤̥̰̽ͦ͒C͈͉̜̙͈͑͐͞Ą̐L̲̐̓͊͠M͔͏̮͚̅!̠ͯ̇!̢͚̳̎ͩ" Pauline's voice echoed throughout the hallway.
About damn time, child! *sigh* Alright, I guess I can give you a hand now, Damon. The dragon knight inhaled deeply, his chest expanding with air.
D̫̰̈́ͥͥ̃̓Ö̡̠̘͉́҉͍̱ͩ̓ͤͯͭ́ ̸̲̝͙̰̐̽ͩ́ͬ̽͠N̸̴̜̩̬͚̊̇͋̍͑̑͘Ô̡̪͎͚̹͛̃ͩͥ͠T̜̜̹ͣ͟͠ ̸̧̼̝̗̠̲̱̫̇͑̔̊ͨ͗̓͊̌̽̓̉͞͞͝҉I̜̹N͎ͭ̀͛҉̨̪̽̇͠T̵̡̜͉͉̭͍́ͣ̏̑͋̈͌͟͞͝E̴͕̝̹ͬ̃͊͛́̎ͨR̡̨͖̱̲͔͙̲̥ͧͥ̑ͩ̅͐ͨ̿ͯͧͤ̈ͥ̚̕F̸̧̗͕ͭͣͦ̃̔ͦͯͨ̈̀̈́̃Ḝ̧̧̛̛̻̙͖̹̥̗̻̯̤͕̹͎̳̺͔͓ͨ̃ͬ̃ͩ̄͒ͭ͌ͥͥͫ̑̏̄ͧ͘͟͝ͅR͉̬͔̩̖̍ͭͭͦ͗̍͟͟E͓ͯ̊̈́ͦ̔̑!̤̈̕͢!̯̟̓ͪ̉ͫ͏̧̛̜̜̼͚̙̙̯̻̏ͣ̓͠ ̴̥̮̭̠͈̄̑̃ͨ͊ͫͫ̂Ý̲͚͛͌̇Ó̜̲͇̎ͦ͝͏̸̴̤̤ͨ̏͜͠U̧͈̭̗̗̰̭̭̙̲ͮ̉̒ ̵̢̛̩̝̹̠̤̮̯̩͎͈̩̂ͩͬ̎ͯ̏̾ͨ͡W̵̡̭͙̦̤̘̬͛́̾̆ͤ͆I̷̫͈͎̠͙̗̒̏̈̉̽͆ͧ͒̑͡Ḻ̬͇͙̰̥ͯ̂̔ͯ͛̍͠͏̟̮͙̲̽̔L̡̈́҉̬͍ ̨̟̪̯̣̗͚̪͕̒̽͆ͦ̓̿̀̀͜͢B͏̵̷̢̢̡͍͔̺̭̪̝̰ͭ͌̃͗͊ͯ̊̃͌ͮ͒̅́ͤͨ̚͜͡E̵̴̲͎̜͈̮̍ͤ̓̀̓ͣ̽ͯ̚ ̶̦͐͏̻̅D̟̳͖͍̊̏̿̒͐ͧͪͯ̏͟E҉̨̢̭̱̘͓̞̭͍͒̅͑ͬ́̑̍̐̇͛͑̚͟͢͝͠҉̡̠̗͎̼͌S̷̷̨̮͉̘̩̐̓͌͜҉̶̘̞̪̩̠̉̍ͫ͌̚T̶͎̖̮͙ͫ̉͂̽̑̀̏́͊҉R̶̝̩̞̮̻̹͉̺̓́̏̂̇͐͝Õ̹͢͏̞̦̟͔̝̞̫̫ͅY̶̧̢̡̼̟̻̣̅ͮ̃ͩͯ̂̓ͣ͒̌ͫ͆̇́̕͟͜͝E̢͚̘̞̬̺͎̔ͯͨͧ̓ͫ̃̀͘͡͝D̥̫͈̭͎̭̮͎̪̿ͬ̂͆̀ͤ͂̔̋̄͊̍̅̽̑ͮͫͦ̆͟ ̨̞ͤŚ̷̷̢͚͓̗̣͓̹̞̙̙̰͈͙͓̟̠̦̎͑̾́̎͋̏̋ͥ̈͒͒̓̃͐͌ͣ̐ͤ͠͞Ò̷̶̴͕͈͍̫̼̈́ͥͫ͆̆̆ͫ̐ͩ͘̚͟͝҉̻̪O͓̔̏̊̂͑̕҉̴̴̨̡̮̮̱̥̞̼̻̖̣̓̓̋͌̽̏ͮ́̐̉ͣ̈́͐͘͝N̢̖̠̔̔ͤ̾ͯͪͣ͢ ̸̸̧̢̜̳́̈̑ͮͨ̾͘E̫͐ͅ͏̅NŎ̠̙̟̙̤̺̫͛͑ͨ͗̓̔͞͞Ů̷̪̿́̽͊́̚̕͜G̨̼̅ͬ́̎͌͐̽҉̶̘̪̲̹̋̇ͨ͛H̠̳̮̓̆͐͐ͭ̎͟ͅ ̲̙̙͊̀̀D̛̩̦̯̥͍̻͈̺͙̖̓̆̀ͬ̋̀́ͩ̆͐̽̓̄͟͜A͔̤̽̽͜҉̵̩̬̑̀͞M̢ͥ̈́́ͅȪ̰̜̳̲̗͙̮͎ͩ̂N̶̜͕̪ͥ҉̮̥̲̹̠̤̺͉̀͗ͬ̌́ͭ͆́ͫ͊͢ ̦̮͜Ś̢̢̢̥̪̻̩̠̤̪̠̳̲͚̪̮̣͖̌ͪ̓͌ͪ͋̓̀ͪͦ̍̃̔͊̔̾́ͪͩ̇̐ͪ͘͢͞H͐̚͏̵̵͔̭̙̬̉̍ͫĘ̱͎̟̘͆͗̏̾͛́͆̄ͭ̿̊̍͌P̸̨̫̙̳̪̲̏̀̀ͬͫ̾̋̔̚͢͞͞A̛͔̯͚͊R̡̪̤̣̼̺͛̓ͤ̉̂ͤ͞҉̨̺͇͇̯̰̐̈̇͛D̵̩̘͓̳̪ͩ͗̔̾͆̀͢ ̸̞̲̮͚̺̫͍ͤ̀ͫ̓̏͗̆̇́͛̀ͩ͘͘͠A̺͉͊́̊̀͂ͮͧ̌̊̕҉̟̝Ņ̲͎̥̰̼̟͇͛̓̀̅ͥͥ̋͌͘̚͟͞ͅ͏̼D̻̮̐̇ͭ̾͏̸̸̧̤̼̯̲̠̮̗̤́̅ͥͬ̀̀ͦ̉̓͑͟͠ ̸̵̧̯̣ͨ̊͡͝͞҉̙͚̝̥͑ͤͥ͋ͤ͘W̰͈͉͍̳͙̥̌ͯ̍͝͡Ḭ́̽Ḷ̢͎͋ͨ̂̄L̛ ̤̩̗̮̦̪̋̑ͨ̔̔͏͕́Ŵ̸̵̛̜̦̥̥̤̝̍͌͊͑̈̌͟İ̸̧̩̻̘̙͍͂ͨͨͪ̓̇͞Ḽ̷̨̡̨̞͈̻̮͇̰̞̗̰̖̫ͪͩ͌͒́ͪ͑̂́ͯĻ̷̥̖͇̼͎̞͚̌ͪ̎̐͒̉́ͪ̃͗͐͊̕͢͞ ̳Ŕ̡̥̦͈̮̣̫͉̬̙̭̤̪͔͕̻̯̍͛̋̈̐ͦͭ͝E̷̸̺̖̖̬̗ͫ̇̍ͫ̔̏̆ͥ̑ͮ̏ͫ͌M̴̡̯͓͈̤̌̈̈́̾̾̀̀ͩ͟Ḁ̴̸͔̞͍͍̗̼̘͎̹ͥ͊͋̃̍̐̈́̄͛͐̒̽͜I̺ͤͮͅ҉̵̖̪ͅ҉̖͎͕ͮ̆ͅN͚҉͕̬̥͚̮̳̈͂͌̀ ̧̰͚̗̘̱̮̪̙̲̤̰̹̅̐ͣͥͦ̇̑̈́͑̐̓̋T̷̸͎͍̼ͪͯ̅̀́̔̀̆̊͑̃ͦͯ̆̕H̛̱̘̠͕̝̦̫̬̭͎̼͂ͨ͑ͤ͂̐͋̊̚ͅE͏̬ ̧̭̫̾͊̓҉̷̥̥̦͆̈͘D̷̡̘̮͖̀͞O̷̢̙͈̫̲ͨ̓ͧͨ̈́̐͂̒̎̏M̹̼͆̈́ͥ́̌ͥ̔I̩͖̘͔̻̳͖͙̎̏ͤͦͫͤ̎̓͒́Ń̶̯̍̅͌̄̑Å͙̲̟̻̄̿N̸̴̛͚̙̬̪͈̟̲̮̓ͭ͑̆ͥͣ͂̊̎̆̆͘͞T̸̡͎̣̠̗͎̺̒́ͫ̔ͦ͗͢͝ͅ ̴̲͍̞̤̌̾͂͂͛̂̏̀͆͒͆̑͏̵̓͆̔D̡͍̣̜̘̻̗͕̝͉̉̾̓ͭ̽́ͣͧ̌͒̈É̵̻̤͖͙̳͈̬̞̪͙ͪ̈́́͞M̙̦̾ͨͥ̒̔̈ͣ͟Ǫ̬̱͚͍͙̒̾̏̇͛̌͠N̓ ̧̭͔͎̪ͪ͆ͮ̅͢͟͝!̞͚̗͚̰͚̾͋̓̋̕͞͏̴̭̦͇͎̟̾͟͠!̤̮̙̜̝̔ͮͬ̔͐̇̕͡͞ ̅ͮ͏̡̧̮̲̪̪̬̀͌̆͑͗ͭͪ͘̚͠ͅT̻ͥH̸̤̫̦̱̰͈̟̱́ͣ̀̈́ͫͧͨ̅ͫͣ̐̓̍̚͠E̸ͣ҉̺͎̄ͣͦ̓͡҉̧̖ͩͦͪͬ ̸̡̳̹̫̲̺͔͕̯̣̪̒ͦ̆͛ͩ̽͑͛̋̆̒ͤ́ͣͤ̇ͫ͢͢͜͞D̹̪͒̈́̏͢͢͞E̷̸͕̹̤̺͈̩̺͇͇ͣͧͫ͂̂̒̀͐̚̕͘͠M̴̴̛̦ͦ̀ͦ͘͟͜Ő͖̰̳̭̲͓̏͢N̘͓ͭ͏̶̵̺̃ͧ͗̽ͩ͏̷̪̒ͯ̄̉ͫͤ̕ ̤͚̬̬͚̙̩̺̣̘̙̻̃̅͌̈̋́̂ͬ͋͛́̊́̈ͫ̚͞W̵̧͉̬ͧ͜H̡̳̯͚͒ͩ͗͌͋ͅÖ̰̱͕̠̞͍̼͍̻͙̽̋͗ͧͦ͑ͩ̄͜͢͝͏̻ͮ́́ ̸͍̫̀ͥͪW̵̟ͯͨ҉̷̢̻̹̈̐̒͐Ì̡͉̫͉̲͉͖̜̥̭̪̍̾̈̌ͥͬͬͨ̇͌͌͜͝L̴̛̛͕̟̹̣̖̝͗ͪͬ͗̂̄ͮ͒̓͆̎͜͜Ļ̨̺͓͎̖͙̝̭̭ͣ̆ͩ̊̈́̇͠ͅ ̖͙͓̪̹͇͐̀ͯ̊͛͂Č̷̛̞͙̠̪͇̭̺͙͊̓ͦƠ̴̸̶̧͎̭͇̺̺̺̝͕̯̇̌̐͂ͤ̌̐̑̌̾̓ͭͭͮ͟͜ͅ͏̸̢͍̯̦̞̔͘N̶̖̟̤̩͖̠ͣ̂̿ͥͩ̄ͨͤ̔̈́ͧͩͪ̆͒͐̽͛͑͑͝͡Q̧̖̩ͤ̿ͩ̒ͨ͘͟͡U̠͎̻̝͙̟͈͉͎ͩ̍ͫ̋͐́̚͢͡͞E̷͏̘̪̥̀̀ͫ̕R͙̹̱̺̣̺̱̲̪͒̾̇ͣ̋̿́̓ͪ͒̍͞͝͠͞ ̦͚̜̤̅ͩ̇̄̃̒ͤ̕Á̴̵̴̡̨̡̛̦̣͙̫̮̗̤̝̠̽ͫ̎̾ͩ̉ͮ̆̈ͥ͘͟͟͜͡L̪̱̥̻͎̻̿̇ͩͭ͗̔̀͏͔̮͎̱͇̀ͤ́͋͏̵̖̯̞̪͇̭̖̙̙̲̘̼̉̾́ͥ́̅̀̿̽͌̊̚͝L̢̛̬̩͖̝̮͛ͪ̌̓͆́̕͠ ̸̡̪̱̩͚̽ͩ̎͐͝K̬͇̟̃̇͐͗N̶̨̨̢̛̙̥̠̟̪͎ͥͩ͋ͣ͗͢O̳̾͛̀W̠͛̌N̨̪̬͕̭͕̲ͦ́ͮ̿̓̃̉͟͞ͅ ̯͆͘҉͕ͮ͐ͩ̆̓̕L̷̨̨̝͚͖͚̉̓ͯͧ̃̏̎̄͒ͮ̏͊̉ͯ͟ͅȈ̴̵̶̵̵̡̧̜̞͙̱̮̜͉̟̜̺̬̼̄͑̍͑́ͦ̋̈̀̽ͤ̏ͤ̏͒̃͌̑ͥ̕̕͡F̢̦̖̗̹͍̊ͩ̏ͧ̔̄͆̈̄̊ͫ̓͘̕҉̷̥̋̍̂E̘͚̮̟̣͈̓ͥͯͥ͞͞ ̷̢̡̮͓̙̻ͥ͐̈̅̂̍̇Ţ̤̣͙̬̪̰̱͗̏̊͡H̴̭̯͎͕̤̼ͫͫ̈ͦ͊̉͛͋́̚̚R̸̴͓͈̙͕͍̻͍̔͋͛͐̎ͣ̎́̒ͣ̑ͭ̅͛͝ͅÒ̵̵̝͈̱̪͕̪̇ͯ̚͜͞U̷͕͎̫̖͕̯̻͐͊̓́̐ͮ̇͒͆̀̽G͏̹̝͎̻̈́͆ͭͫ҉̸̨͈̤͔ͮ̄̇͗ͫͨ̉ͯ̌͟͜H̵̖̿ ̡̟̙̺ͥ̋́̕Ơ̮̮̐ͥͫ̏ͥ̏U̸͚̼̣͓͚͈͖̠̝͕̯͑ͨ̏́ͫ̊̔̈̕̚͜T̻̙̓ͪ͏͖͌̀ ҉̴̴̵̸̢̪̙̘̜͕̠̞͕̝̬́̎͂̏́̀̿͗͟͏̂̂ͨ͋Ṱ̢̻̖̲ͧ̉̊͛͒̍̿̾͘͢H͓͎̤͈͇̬̹̜̍̐͗̉̂̿E̷̢̛̛̹̬͓̩͖̲ͪ͊ͪ̀̓ ͕̫̟̘̖̾͒̕҉̬͐ͩͬM͓͇̖̮̈ͥ̊̐͡͝Ú̦̤̜̋L̷̨͔̖̻̱̙̙̄̓ͩͣ͞Ț̪̗̫̌ͥ͛̾́̓ͦͫ͏̪̒I̘̼̐҉̢̡͓̞̳̗ͪ̽̃̀̈̽̀ͣ̏ͦ͟͝ͅV̸͙͓͉̐̾͋̀̓́҉̵̤̫͉̏̈ͪͮ͞͠͞Ę̷̳͚̯͓̮͍̘̭̂ͨ̓̐̀̇͋͟Ȑ̢̝̭͓̣͕̬͐ͦ̿͂͒̓S̖̫ͤ̈ͯE̮̜̠͙̙͛̍̎ͣ͒ͭ̚ ̛̩͇̄͆ͩŅ̶̞̉̃̉ͯ͜͝͡͡Ơ̶̵̢͍͉͓͇͈̞̹ͯͮ̀́͊̽ͫ̆̒̋͟͞Ṭ̷͔̘̰̲͉̜̫ͭͪ̓̓ͪ̀̏ͯ̅̽̍͘̕H̤̬͓͓̼͖́͗̅͐̚͟҉͔͠I̶̭̰̮̲̼̫̞ͪ̂̾̇̇̈́̌̊́ͦ̋̊́ͧ̕N̬̫͍̖͍̳̽̆ͨ͐̋̈̉́͆ͤ̀͟͢G̢̧͎̪̏ͭ͗͗ͬ̔ Ẇ̼͓̻͙̥̈́̇͏̵̊ͦI̝̬̞̜͐̿ͮ̾̓ͮĻ̮̲͔̗̳̞̣̑̄͊͋͂̈́ͯͦͫ̏ͅL҉̴̣̠̣͗̂̔ͥ̑̏́͠ ̵͚̫͔͕͇͕͇̺̩͔͍̩̜̗̲̹̽͌̈́͛̑͂̃̔̉͗͡͝͏̠̫ͫ̄R̡̛̹͇͍̠͕̳͇̘̭͇̥͙̩̙͒͆̀ͦ̿̇ͨ̓̍̂̈̽̔̑͂͛͌̾ͣ͒͋ͮ͂͛͟Ȩ͔̣̳͈̺̦̟̙͕͓̙ͦ̊͑̄̓̈̇ͧ̾͢͢͜M̸̵̟͚̞̳̺͓̱̟͓̠͑ͥͩ̄̈̇͛ͫ̚͟͢͢A̺ͮ҉̣͞͏̜̮͏̴̩̱͕̃̌͏̛͙͚̖͙̈ͦ͂̔̕I̵͈ͨ̋̅̐N̵̢̲̪̘̙͔͈͓̹͈̍̄ͪ̈́̉̈ͩ ̠̯ͧ͐͑Ì̵̱̻͔͉̺͕̂N̴̞ͫ͂ ̵̡͚͕̥̻̫͓̱̟̦͉̖̄̽́̋ͦ̀ͭ̊́̔̂ͨ͐ͫ̕͜͞͠͡͝͝Y̸̸̴̷̧̛̖̦̦̙̻̰͓̫̜̩̑̋̓ͫO̪̎́͡ͅU̸̠̦̳͓̗͆̀ͦ̋̃͋ͨͥ͢R̴̢̠̙̹̮͈͚̳ͤ̎͂́ͥ͢͢ ̢͖ͤ͂͋́͘҉̸̷̡̧̨̛̛̯̣͖̱̳̻̜̪̠ͯ̍͌̆̔̈̏̾͋ͣ͟͞͠ͅI̶̦̭̐ͭ̓̆̔̓̇̽̇̏̾͌͟M͊̔ͣA̷̶̛̝̖̖̞̬̟̪̯͓ͪͧ̔͂ͫͨ͜G̯̖͑Ě̵̗̳̜̺͙̯͕̖̟͙̹̯̦̣̺ͦͨͪ̄̒̔̆ͨͭ̕͝͝!̴̛̯͓̬̒̿ͪͦ҉̸̵̸̪͂̕!͎̝̰̼̠ͧ̑ͧͤ̊͋̏͘͢
"Is there a way to silence this fuck?!" Damon snapped slashing the fog that grew larger by the second.
*ROOOOOOOOAR* Flame spewed into the fog, dispersing it as the bright fire punched through it.
"huh... I think he got the picture." Damon said as the fog roared bag becoming darker and more threatening than ever.
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Well I bought us a little time, at least.
"It's even madder than before! Is this thing death!?" Damon snapped back handing the fog.
"No! Don't touch it! I'm almost done!" Pauline yelled out summoning syringe and appearing in the physical realm.
Dumbass! The dragon knight pulled him towards his body and lit himself up. Why did you think that was a good idea?!
"YOU MADE IT BIGGER YOU DRAGON FUCK!" Damon snapped at him backing away from the storm cloud.
And your first instinct it to backhand it?!
"It had a face!" Damon defended himself.
Pauline injected the red glowing syringe in Damon's neck administrating the liquid in to Damon's body.
Whatever... Expect to see me again in about a week. We have a lot to discuss.
"Would you both shut the fuck up and get the fuck back in my body!" Demon shouted at the two, as Damon's body began to cough up black liquid which smoked and sizzled on the ground.
I'd ask where the hell you were, but frankly your presence sickens me.
"Trapped in my own mind! The feeling is mutual now get the fuck in my mind or I'll drag you two back myself!" He snapped at the two other entities.
Do not mistake Damon's mind for yours... but fine. I'll see you in about a week, Damon. The dragon started to fade.
"My Gods you're worse that Azura, Damon's mind blah blah, blah! I am Damon! Just the new and fucking improved one!" He snapped while Demon began to fade next, followed by Damon who was pulled back in his body. His eyes dilated and he made a giant gasp coughing up the last of the material. "OH GODS!" Damon hollered out in pain hunching over coughing out saliva and specks of black dust.
"Damon!" Felicia sobbed and immediately grabbed him in a hug. "We were all so worried for you..."
Damon looked around quickly for the formation of black clouds and red electrical storm. "Oh, thank Gods... That poison... " Damon sobbed in to Felicia's chest. "Eternal darkness... Erased from history..." Damon breathed heavily.
"We're canceling the mission," Maximus growled, angry at himself for letting this happen to his father. "No way he can fight like this."
"No! I'm up! I can fight, the poison is out of my body... I can't hear the shadowed whispers..." Damon said breathing heavily.
Don't be so sure, child. As long as you have that mark, it will happen again.
… I'll hear you... but I won't hear the shadows... I don't care what separates us... or what is our end goals... we're one and the same... I have my faults... and you have yours... but I know I have to let go one day... and you have to learn tolerance to our enemies...
At least you see reason now. I have since the wolf shifters.
True but it was my guilt and inaction that led you to do that, for a moment our minds were one... though when I started to feel the poison enter my mind, I was being kicked out and you were becoming more hostile to our loved ones, inpatient and ready for action...
You still fear and doubt me and yourself, however. And that was NOT me. I would never hurt my mates. That Demon has been pacified since the mark faded. It's your dragon side talking, but not for much longer.
That Dragon is causing us nothing but trouble! I didn't even want to have that in me! I thought I was a normal Human!
I take offense to that... But, I can understand your perspective.
For the first time I saw that dragon personification of us in knight armor... why can't I hear him now?
Oh for the love of... IT IS ME YOU DUMBASS!
Wait I thought you were... 'Demon' the one that likes to call himself that.
That immature brat... I swear to gods he's more arrogant than I was.
I can hear you two... Are you two done crying? I mean seriously, the mark of my body? Yeah you mean the poison that was in us? That was real funny... we had a fourth guest in our already fractured mind, and you two couldn't tell the difference!
It's hard to at times with the both of you trying to take control from him.
Cool your wings, as long as our mind is fractured in to three personifications we're not getting anywhere...
At least we can agree to that.
…. Yeah same.
The others are starting to worry. We'll talk either at mating season or tonight.
Not to worry I placed our mind on auto pilot, while we talk about this... weird hearing both your voices... I remember talking to you in the fucking reflection of the lake.
So vulgar... but yes, we all can recall that. It's thanks to the stone and Azura I can finally make myself heard.
So how do we all resolve this, we're all the same person... split minds... how is this even possible? I mean... I didn't have a split mind before.. But now? This is all very messed up...
It's like this because you made it this way. You're the original Damon.
Or he came in contact with smokey the cloud...
No... you were actually created from his fear. I was made because he saw me as a separate entity.
Whoa, whoa, whoa hold your fucking lambchops! I ain't no fear, I represent absolute fucking assurance, you are just the anger mentality that chipped off of me! So... how do I morph you two in to me? I want to claim control!
First of all, we all need to agree in order of us to meld. Second, what makes you so certain of that?
Meld, wait we're all the same person... isn't it dangerous if we... meld? What's the outcome to it?
It's basically what Azura was talking about when she was training you.
Azura thinks we're... I'm crazy! She doesn't know jack shi—
Actually, she was more accurate than you think.
I think you have a point.
Fuck both of you...
By melding, one of us becomes the dominate personality while the other two contribute the best of us. In Azura's best case, that would be Demon's aggression in combat and being able to control himself fully when using me.
I don't think that's how it works, I'd like to believe we all form one entity and one mind...
Why oh, why couldn't I have my own body? But no, it had to get a ton fuck noisier in here! I liked the quiet when you two weren't bickering for dominance, because it gave me more time with the body.
Yeah, we get that...
You think I wish to be the main personality? HAHAHAHA!
I do! You can go straight to frying Hell!
Please! I was more than content with being instinct and a transformation before Takumi fractured him.
Yeah and now you have a mouth on you to give me sass!
Only because you can't keep yours shut.
Just shut up both of you! Let's get this over with, our mind can't be fractured!
Agreed.
Yeah... he's got a point... though a little warning to the both of you... the more selfish acts we take...I take...the stronger I get, it doesn't matter who complains at the end, the more corrupted my heart grows, the less I give a fuck for the consequences...
Fitting for a lowly demon. Contrary to you though, the more Damon is his caring self and aids others, the more you fade into the background.
I ain't a lowly demon... I'm the Fucking Demon... that will soon be King Demon... I will never fade, I just need the best of old me, and I piece that together and make newer me!
I personally liked the name Peri had for when we finally come as one.
Daemon? That sounds Gods fucking awful! Demon is both a name and title! They will fear it and respect it, isn't that what we all want, fear and respect?
As is Daemon. But I think I speak for both myself and Damon when I say not fully. It's killed hundreds of dragons in the past, and is a main reason I don't wish to be the main personality.
HEY I'M DOING WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE, SO NO ONE HAS TO SUFFER THROUGH THIS FUCKING WAR!
Honestly, I can't tell the difference with you. You seem to be intent on making people suffer like Garon and Grima did.
Only my enemies... my friends, family, allies all enjoy the rewards of my conquest...
And of the innocents that will fuel this war engine and your empire?
LOOK AROUND YOU SCALE BRAIN, WE CAN'T BE EVERY WHERE AT ONCE, SO I'M GOING TO MAKE IT SIMPILAR... Bend the knee or I will destroy you.
Spoken like a true tyrant is what that is. You're no better than Garon in the end, subjugating those who oppose you while rewarding those loyal to you.
Pfft they won't say that about me when I'm on the history book as a world savior, the grandest of all Empires...
You didn't exactly deny my claim either now, did you?
Better to be feared than loved...
Says all the mates we're currently fighting alongside.
Hey! You Dragon fuck, you leave them out of this!
We're the same person, they're my mates as well... Or at the very least Lilith.
No, no, no, you blanked out my mind when you fucked Lilith...
*smirks* No, I only decided to keep the memories for myself. I cut the flow from you two.
Well hardy har har, next time I see her... I'll make her cry my name as I fuck her in to submission... *Oh Demon! Demon!*
Go for it, your body is my own anyway. Besides, I already heard her screams. And they sounded my better than that.
…. YOUR BODY IS THAT DRAGON FORM! YOU STAY OUT OF MINE AND I DON'T FUCK WITH YOURS!
You're the one who decided it was a bright idea to give me control you alcoholic.
Drinking solves everything! It kept you in check from going on a raping spree!
You truly think I'd do something so vulgar? I stick to my mates.
Um hello, scriptures of Dragons, yes I'd like to order a volume of NATURE AND INSTINCTS!
Dragons stick to those they mate with prior. No one else. Or are you illiterate as well as daft?
You know what, I feed off of pleasure, blood lust, battle, and chaos... you fee.. Hey where did the other one go? Did... did the melding start?
No, he's just been fighting the army while we've been bickering amongst each other.
Wait what the FUCK?! YOU... GODS DAMN YOU! YOU FUCKING DRAGON FUCK!
Don't look at me, he let himself out.
That's it! I'm taking control! Meld damn you!
That can't happen unless both myself and Damon consent to it, one of which is not here.
…. Fine be that way... I'll bide my time...
And when Damon and the love of the others wins you over and we meld into him?
Not happening, they need a Commander, a battle-hardened leader, not some... Push over.
Really? Because it seems he's doing just fine on his own out there. Only weakness I see is our rather poor history with ranged attacks.
With my guidance, I began to open his eyes to the true face of the world, you two Yutzs don't even see the reality of the situation...
I see the reality. You just overexaggerate it. Anankos will kill us if we don't have an army to face him, correct?
You! ….. That Asshole of Valla will get his due... but you are correct, We need soldiers, supplies, and territory, we had a chance to Liberate Cheve, and that went down the drain! But nooooo we let Garon fortify Cheve, soon the occupied territory will become an impregnable fortress...
That doesn't happen for two months. And my point is that your way is not always the best. There is always a second and third option. After all... you thought of abandoning all you've done here for Hoshido.
A little thing called rapid deployment, and fear will drive them a long way to get the job done, trust me with in two weeks Nohr will fortify all of Cheve and we'll waste lives trying to breach a settlement.
You still didn't answer to what I said about Hoshido.
…..I did no such thing who ever thought of that needs to be destroyed, that was a suicidal gamble, threat would've killed us all..
And yet your hatred for Takumi and the love you felt for Hinoka gave birth to it.
…..Pineapple head... will get what's coming to him, with my iron clad boot on his neck... and Hinoka... is with me.
That doesn't change the fact you had the thought. A thought which could have very well lost you Scarlet.
I am a tactical genius... Whoever came up with that was desperation and fear, destroying all I had accomplished... fear is what drove that decision to come up, and I do not fear fool.
You suspect the fourth then?
….no... I suspect Damon.
Do not forget Damon takes his word as seriously as you do yours. And he made a promise to Scarlet.
Damon used to take it... But fear has shattered him... he needs to Man up and let go, the sooner that happens the sooner I will be awakened to the world.
And if he should do so, without you? We are but fragments of a shattered mind, Demon.
I am the unadulterated Rage, and lust... Power and victory is my creed... I want everything to shut up and be good while I sit back and enjoy the peace of this world, the world cannot stay quiet for more than twenty years.
That right there is why you'll have to fight Damon to gain control. But for now, I have a challenge for you if you claim fear and ruling over all and destroying all who oppose you is the best way to go.
Trust me, I need parts of the old me to complete me... to perfect my mind, and …. WAKE THE FUCK UP! Fear is a tool, rage is a weapon, power is an asset... victory is a symbol. Do not deny this Dragon.
I couldn't if I wanted to. But do you want the damn challenge or not?
I believe fear can be used against my enemies, all my enemies, and with that fear my people will respect me, my army will adore me, I will be loved by all! I will destroy our enemies... and you will see it my way Dragon...
… Ask Selena about a dragon named Grima. Hear her story and learn how well that worked for him. Then Naga, who's religion still lives on to this day.
….. Fool... I am like no other, there is method to my madness, just watch and see...
This isn't just about you winning. It's about seeing how others would see you, not just your enemies. You'll see why.
As long as I head what is written on the History books, I care not what the nay sayers say about me.
… You're afraid to make her sad, aren't you? That she'll disagree with your methods without even knowing what they are?
….. I form bonds with my friends and family... I'm nothing like this Grima... I will save them all... should it cost me my own life.
For someone who preaches about fear over love, you sure are hesitant to make those close to you sad. But that's beside the point.
As it should be... they don't deserve to suffer... as long as the cookie jar is there, I'll try everything I can do to grab one, and make sure I don't break the fucking jar... I care for them so much... I won't make the mistake my past self made... I will not destroy everything I have done... He could've made this so simple... At that bridge... he could've went to the family he knew since the beginning... It would've been so much easier, he could've saved Hoshido so much quicker...
… Do you know how the fell dragon was killed in the first place?
No...
A child was born with a strong link to him, was even possessed by him in some timelines. That same child, in one time, struck down Grima in order to save their family and friends. In doing so, they too died, leaving all of their loved ones and children to grieve. The child was praised as a hero, but could not live to see it. He was very much like Damon... smart, caring, a genius at combat tactics... and he killed himself along with Grima to make the world better.
…..Self-sacrifice...
What you intend to do for others, one person did. Damon will do the same... should you stray too far. He will wrest control from both of us and put an end to himself to protect those he loves and the world he lives in.
If that weak... mind is continued to lead the movement... there will be no military left... there will be no Nohr, no Hoshido... Only fire... and death.
In another timeline, that same child also chose to simply seal away Grima in another timeline. He led his friend's army much like how Damon intends to. He annexed a nation devoted to the Fell Dragon and singlehandedly stopped an empire much like Garon's. This kingdom prospered for many years to come, and not one officer or child died. There were minimal casualties of his forces and he, for a time, had to struggle with Grima's control. It is a kingdom that I wish still existed... but presence of your sibling's retainers speaks for itself. You want to know why that kingdom no longer exists? That child lost in this timeline, and was put to rest while Grima was sealed.
Why the history lesson?
Because... as vulgar and egomaniacal as you are... we are the same person, in the end. And I'd hate to see myself fall to mistakes history has recorded. And we dragons... we see far more than normal history. We can glimpse outcomes yet to come, mistakes that damned nations that would have prospered. I'm trying to prevent the fall of Hoshido and Nohr like you are.
Ah that's very interesting... So, tell me oh wise and brilliant Dragon? How many players are in this war?
There's only five... no, six major parties. We've effectively usurped the roll of the Chevlian rebellion. Then there's Takumi's little tantrum of a rebellion, the three kingdoms, and Valla's collaborator. The last of these is the reason there's a fourth presence in our head trying to ruin our army from the inside... and is the only one I can't seem to find anywhere in this world's history.
Have you figured out who Valla's collaborator is?
Riddle me this, child. Why do you think there's a fourth whispering in you and Damon's ear?
I assumed it was asshole of Valla poisoning our mind...
That is both correct and yet... not so much. He gave his temporary partner the go ahead.
Partner? Or Puppeteer?
… You catch on quick, for a vulgar demon.
I am ever vigilant, just to fool my enemies, I pretend and aggravate them... then I strike with full force and brutality.
I'll admit... that's very clever. Now if only you'd be willing to teach Damon those same lessons, we wouldn't be fractured at the moment.
He doesn't let me in enough...
You've never given him reason to. He fears you the same reason he fears me. We're parts of him, bickering amongst each other.
I just want you all to see I am the right one for everyone, with me everyone wins.
And that is precisely why he's so afraid of you. No one wishes to die... Not even in mind.
He'll understand... eventually... he failed my son... I won't let that befall any of my loved ones' children again...
A thought, if you will, since we seem to be bonding so well. Why not simply guide him to see both sides?
I don't offer suggestions, I demand satisfaction and command, advising is not my forte...
Well... I'd be willing to give you more lessons on humility and teaching if you wish. But either way, Damon will not give control over easily. And too much fear causes rebellion instead of respect. Hence why we're fighting Garon now and why Damon fights you.
When the personification of Damon realizes his folly, he will finally awaken... and everyone and everything will be for the better.
Truly? Because as I see it, he's taken a few lessons from his experiences and has changed a little to fit you.
His mindset is decaying and is fearing the choices are too many... what happens when the choices are so numerous he is unable to make the right decision?
The right decision is in the eye of the beholder. Simply razing the country and letting Valla win would be some people's. Siding with Hoshido would be others, as with Nohr. Some would have just left all three to rot and traveled. For him, whichever benefits as many people as possible, makes more allies and garners more trust in the people is the correct way.
A lot of good trust has gotten us... they fear what we are... that is what keeps them going... fear of dying from us or the enemy.
True... but then again, many could fear Naga as well. An almost omnipotent dragon capable of either killing or aiding us as she sees fit, yet she chooses the latter. Trust is a fragile thing to make, Demon. Difficult, yes... but reinforce it and you have something unbreakable. That is what Damon wishes. An unshakeable trust so that, when the time comes, the people will want to rally to us from obligation or faith in him.
And if he continues on his self-destructive path, there will be no army, there will be no Nohr, no Hoshido...
What self-destruction, might I ask? He has so many to help him heal, so many to keep him together and pick him up should he stumble. If you ask me, this whole situation between us three is doing more harm to him than the choices are.
He questions himself, and second guesses his own decisions... that is the tactician's mindset of a coward.
Yet if he were not like that, neither of us would exist now, would we? Through his pain his mind gave birth to us, to help him to cope and, eventually, come back together even stronger than before. You would never have fallen for any of the girls, gotten to know the taste of battle, or even our son.
Tell me... oh wise one... when he laid in the mud of the river bank he floated down, the visions of Flora and Felicia begging him to stay to give in and let go... were those not his thoughts... he lost everything, but because of our combined minds we were able to pull through.
Which is my point exactly. When, not if, we come back together, we will have that willpower and determination to do that feat time and time again, only we won't need more mindsets to do so. Damon will be the leader you wish him to be while keeping his morals and doing what he has to... yet you fear that by melding, you will no longer exist... don't you? That us coming together would spell the end of Demon... well... why do you think Peri made a name that had both of you in it? You talked down on it, yet it holds far more weight than Demon does. It symbolizes a man who has been through hell and not only confronted his demons, but made peace with them.
Because... this world, the stories, our enemies need a Demon to fear... if that becomes apparent to them they'll stop fighting and go home... I want to drive fear in to my enemies, and make sure they won't ever raise a blade against me... that is why I guarantee you this Dragon... my title will forever brand us.
And Damon does not? As I keep saying, we are but shards. This you that you think you are? A side of Damon that he himself could embrace and even act upon before he was betrayed. Or did you forget how vicious we were before we were taken by Hoshido? How the enemy fled before us, yet Damon was such a kind and gentle person outside of it. The Damon now is weaker, yes... but we are the strength he used to have. The event you described made him scared of making choices because of what happened when he tried to compromise. You're simply his viciousness of man, decisiveness and everything else a softhearted tyrant should be. He is the compassion, mercy and willingness to... HAHAHAHAHA! I just realized something, child.
Hm?
We're like the world that we're so desperately trying to save. Damon is peaceful Hoshido, you're the war hungry empire Nohr, and I'm the hidden voice of Valla... only I seem to be playing peace maker rather than destroy you both.
That's cute... so tell me, who's the puppeteer then? You have yet to answer me that... where are they so I may sever the strings...
When I said they were not of this world's history, I meant it. Their magic, equipment, even their banner has never been seen by any dragon before now. Nor was there a point where such a faction was developed. They literally appeared from nowhere to aid Valla.
Now you're sounding crazy... no one can appear from Nowhere...
Funny... we were thinking no one could survive the Bottomless Chasm, turn into dragons or hide an entire kingdom either. But all three have happened. Nothing is impossible, Demon. What one world has, another may not.
Though I do believe nothing is a coincidence... things happen for a reason...
Agreed. So, a question I think both of us can agree on is this. Where did they come from, and what do they have to gain by helping Valla?
I think Valla is another means to an end... I think they will be swept away when the puppeteer decides to act.
Agreed. And I believe this puppeteer is an interloper. Someone who, for some reason, will not speak of his goal for this world or why he came to it. As stated before, some worlds have what others do not, so he could be here for any number of reasons. Resources, women, magic, all of it is fair game. He does, however, fear us and our potential enough to want us dead. Or perhaps the entire reason he came here is to kill us. All we can do for now is speculate and hope he says something we can use to piece it all together.
I don't like being played... When I find this fucker... oh he's going to wish he remained on the sidelines.
I was able to piece together something, however. This Pauline person came to intercept him, yet is incapable of doing so alone. On top of that, her name true names seems to be muffled whenever spoken. My only guess as to why is because she is of a rare few constants in the worlds. Someone who's birth is, unless interrupted, a certainty. If this is the case, she must not have been born yet.
Is she afraid of us knowing her true name?
Quite possibly. She seems rather friendly with us, yet finds the idea of a romance between us abhorrent. My guess is that she may very well be our daughter in this world, or one of the officers. In that case, all I can think of is Azura or Lilith, unless we come across someone else with hazel or crimson eyes in the future.
Our daughter... did you get the feeling when she made skin contact with us... like a sense of familiarity flooded our mind?
Yes... most likely because she made a slip up when she touched us. She was wearing bandages on her hands when she arrived here and made certain not to tell us her real name, but almost slipped up. Somewhere along the line, she lost those bandages.
So, had she remained in contact with us longer... we would be able to remember memories that are lost to us to know her?
Not exactly. We'd be seeing the memories of other... uss' in the worlds, and only pertaining to her. The strain would likely drive us mad until we make memories of the her of this world of our own. However, the state which an interloper can exist in other worlds they themselves do not exist yet is... fragile at best. Even something as naming her wrong could drive her out, but at the same time they are ejected and banned from a world should they try to directly ensure their existence. To that end, they cannot have a person name them nor can they say their own name for risk of so much as liking that name being the deciding factor.
So what role does our... 'daughter' play?
Child or interloper, there is a difference.
Our daughter of time... that seems... impossible. With that power she could be changing so much.
Which is why I said it is a constant and why the littlest thing could sever her from our time. Pauline is heterochronic, so she has one red from us, one hazel eye from her possible mother to be, and naturally grey hair from her possible mother to be. With that criteria in mind, that leaves us with either a woman with hazel eyes or grey hair, which leaves Azura, Lilith and Effie as of now. I'd say the dragonstone is a factor, but again she's likely our daughter.
She's hiding something... I don't know what... but she fears of us knowing the truth.
That truth may lead to the other interlopers aiding Valla. Damn... the mark's getting stronger again... I suppose our talk will have to be cut short.
The Voice has withdrawn... though it's taint still remains.
That's the mark I speak of. As it grows in power, so does the voice. You and Damon being at odds and it being just added with the poison in the arrow gave it strength enough to poison us again, but with me fighting it off like I have been, it should not be able to for a while regardless. Another point to drinking the taint was to better resist it this time.
S̢͕̤͠o̧̧̢̦̐ͤͬͯ͟o̰̹̗̼ͫ́̂n̶̗ͧ͒͊̽̏͠.̀ͤ.̥͕.҉ ̗̥̩í̸̲̘͘t͎ͬͫ͋̈́͡͝ ẁ̫ͫi̳͡͞l̢͇̜̿l͙ͤ̏ ̸̯̮̠ͪb͉ͫê͙͞ͅ ̜o͇v̎͑ͭ͏er̤̂ͬ̄̐͒..͉ͮͥ.̯̂ͬ͞
Not so long as I remain to keep you at bay it won't. And once the three of us meld, you'll be purged like you should have from the start.
F̿̊̂ͦ͏̱r͔̍̈̿͢ͅà̸̡̢̰̮c͏̫̭͔̘̈t͔̗̞u͔ṛͧ̓ͩe͋͊d̹́̈ ̨͙̝͎ͥ̍̇ͩ͡m̉iͦṇ̳̏̈ͮ̾͞d̵͙̜͐̍̋̔s̿̆̐ ͈̫t̊̾ͦha͚͋̉ͧt̴͔̭̣̽̇̂͛͑͠ ̥ḁ̷̭̜r͗̃ė̢ͭͬn̟̟ͪ̑ͣ̎̚'̨̡̦̙̪́t͓ ̹̈́̓y̔ǫ͈̿ú̺̉ͬ͒͡r͓͋͑ͤͮs̪͒.͉͛.̜́̀ͪ͂̒̆͟. ̲̹̞̞̏e̶͒nͪ̀̏t̸̞̑͢ͅi̵̮t͙͎̘͇i͝҉̯͚͌̇ȩ̣ͨs̸̫ͫ̓ ̣͖̐̈̓ọ̧f̸̺͖̼̓ͤ͂̚ ̄͛͢m̦ͨa̪̟d̢̩̩͐ͫne̳̪̒͑ͮ͛͋s̽s̮̱̖̦ͭ͝.̤͚̄
Entities of madness we may be... but there can sometimes be clarity in madness. Other than his dragon side, that is my nature, parasite.
D̽o͟n̮'t̠̯͟ ̩͔͟gi̖ṿ̙́e ̭̣u͛p͝..͐.̽͝
Thank you, Pauline... daughter. I will not.
Damon slit the throat of a soldier and turned to face the next. "You holding out alright, Selena?" He asked the twin tailed mercenary.
"What do you think?" She replied with venom in her voice, blocking a sword chop for him so he could counterattack. The initial infiltration and elimination of the patrolling guards of the central Nohrian trading hub was a resounding success. Not one casualty was found among Damon's men. Now the group was left to take down the entirety of the barracks, and they were already half way up the building. Damon had opted to let those without mounts take over so there was no trouble navigating the building. Although, it'd be easier to handle if Reina wasn't being punished currently and banned from battling. Camilla made do with providing spell fire through the windows on wyvern back, but it was still a tough fight. With not much room to operate and so few troops for backup, Selena and Damon got themselves pinned down and waiting for one of the others to help.
Maximus and Beruka had teamed up as well as Kaze and Keaton, giving both teams an evasive sniper and a heavy hitting vanguard. The only problem with this was that said vanguard couldn't exactly move to save Damon and Selena without the snipers getting overrun with hostiles. That being said, it was slow going getting to the two's position. Damon could have turned into his dragon form to better protect Selena, but with the revelation that it had a mind of its own thanks to him left him more than a little shaken. Not to mention the whole building was at risk of coming down if he turned. Although he wasn't as bloodthirsty as Demon or Dragon, he couldn't deny that fighting was a great way of relieving his stress over the situation. All he had to think about was keeping his friends and loved ones safe as well as making sure his strikes hit. "Just stay with me, alright? Not one blade is going to so much as scratch you as long as I can help it!" He ordered, taking the head off a commander before blocking another blow for the mercenary.
"Wasn't really planning of breaking off!" She retorted. A heavy overhead blow was barely dodged by the two before the offender was cut down by a blow to his throat and liver. "Where the hell are the others?!"
"Hinoka is trying to keep any reinforcements from coming in with Scarlet, Camilla is giving us as much support as possible, and everyone with a staff is tending to the wounded of the first floor!" The Yato blade smacked away an axe before finding itself embedded in a man's ribs. "Azura took some of the troops and is doing a clean sweep of the last floor."
"You alright, dad?!" Maximus shouted over the din, his large sword rending a man in as an arrow shot past and made its home in the head of the person behind that. "Not feeling your age catch up with you, right?"
"Please, I'm only a few years older than you!" The dragon king laughed and blocked another hit alongside Selena. "But I'd be lying if I said help wouldn't be appreciated!"
"Arina should be here any minute now!" The prince informed them. "After that, it should be a straight shot to the leader's quarters!"
"Awful lot of faith you have in her!" Damon teased, thrusting the Yato into a man with Selena's steel sword. "I'd almost be willing to say you've a crush on her!"
"What can I say?" Maximus encased his sword in a bluish ice, the jagged blade tearing through a group of men like wet parchment. "She's a beautiful girl with an almost legendary smile, if you can get her to show it." He shrouded himself with ice and fire and blasted through the ranks, almost crashing into Selena as Beruka rushed to catch up with him.
"Think you might have found your wife to be?" His father asked with a smile that would put Demon's feral grin to shame in terms of how mischievous it was. He, his son and Selena all kept Beruka guarded as they cut down all who came at them.
"Perhaps." Max barely managed a feeble block as a tired smile graced his lips. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about what our child would be like. Would they turn into a dragon, a wolfskin? Perhaps both at once, or even choosing between the two at will?"
"Well when your mother finds out that she's going to be a grandmother... she's probably going to die of shock..." Damon said to his son.
"We haven't done anything... yet," the prince informed him, catching his second wind and cutting down his wounded attacker. "I'm thinking of confessing to her before the week is through, though. Nothing to feel awkward about when the time comes, you know?"
"Oh, I know, which is why I'm telling your mom that you knocked her up already..." Damon teased, thinking it would've been perfect payback from yesterday.
"Hehehe... you're a cruel man, father," Maximus chuckled lightheartedly. The man that felt his Bastard Sword's kiss however... well, a sense of humor was the least of his worries as he started choking on his own blood.
"No, what your aunt Felicia does is cruel... " Damon chuckled seeing as he felt like he was being avoided, not getting any alone time together.
"Spare me the details." The hoard of men finally started to thin as something large and furry pushed its way through from behind. "It's bad enough I may have to call her mother Felicia soon enough. The same goes for Aunt Camilla and Elise. Oh... it seems our back up is here." A large wolfssegner knocked a group of men into the side wall, almost blasting the corpses through the stone.
"… I son... I... Well, about you having to stay in the deep realms..." Damon started to say as the two were back to back.
"Father..." Maximus gave him a devilish grin. "I forgave you for that already. You had no say in the matter."
"I should've been there for both your mother and you... I do have plenty to say in it... I chose poorly." Damon said to his son.
"Dad... you chose to at least attempt to start peace between two warring states knowing it could full well backfire on you." The prince gave his father a heartfelt smile and parried a blow before continuing. "That alone makes you someone I'm proud to call father."
"Well son... I'm here for you... Anything you need... I won't deny you anything..." Damon said to his son.
"It's in the past, dad," the boy comforted him as he cut down another grunt. "Besides... you don't want me bratty and spoiled like pineapple head Takumi, do you?"
"You are leagues beyond Takumi son... Should you ask for anything son... I will never deny you that." Damon promised to Maximus.
"Well... A younger sister to train would be a great start." The two cleaved a man's arms off before attempting to regroup with the rest of the officers.
"Done son... " Damon kicked back a militia from the front.
"Besides... I'm a simple man, like you." Maximus impaled the last of the men as he flew towards him, courtesy of his love interest. "All I need is my hobby, my friends and loved ones, and a future to fight for."
"And a few girls..." Damon said moving with his son to regroup with the others.
"If I'm anything like you... probably!" Maximus agreed with a boisterous laugh.
"We're probably going to... get in a lot of trouble when the dragon mating cycle hits us..." Damon was worried about.
"Elise is fine from me... I'm more concerned about any future children your officers have!" Max joked as they prepared to assault the next floor.
"Dragons leave their nest to look for new mates son..." Damon informed him of expanding his gene pool when in the mating cycle.
"True enough... I could smell a potential mate from the village tunnel," he confessed. "I may have my beautiful Rin already... but I'd be lying if I said I was against going to the village next." Arina's hulking frame nuzzled the prince affectionately, waiting for him to continue on. He silently thanked the gods she could barely understand him at the moment.
"Oh, believe me son, I'd be right behind you..." Damon agreed as he could not deny his instincts and hunger.
"Would you two stop talking about what's going to happen in a week and focus?" Selena chided them as she wiped the blood and gore off of her blade. "We're about to be neck deep in Garon's men again, and I don't plan on seeing Damon dead again today."
"Selena's right," Maximus sighed with a grin. "We have a battle to win, father. Best keep our head in the now instead of the future for now."
"Would you like a hand?" Azura asked them serenely, the troops they brought in following her. "The second floor is clear, and it should only be the next floor left. From what I gathered from the survivors, the top floor is only storage. This will be our last push of the battle, Damon. Just give us the order to charge." The small squad of troops and wolfskins nodded in agreement.
"Alright then." A serious look came over Damon as his focus set on winning this fight. "All troops, advance! For a peaceful future!" Everyone under his banner cheered in agreement as they stormed the next floor, cutting through the makeshift barricade and flooding the enemy faster than a bursting dam.
"So... you're the leader of this new resistance," an ironclad general sneered beneath his helmet at Damon, a silver spear hanging limply in his hands. "There's only been rumors thus far... but to think we'd be your next target."
"It's a little more than a resistance pal... I'm here to liberate the entire country... it's a Revolution." Damon said to the Ironclad General.
"Tch... what a foolish boy! Even if you defeat us, you shall never defeat our glorious king!" He proclaimed, leveling his spear to fight.
"When Cheve joins the standards... you'll know how serious we are about this." Damon said to the General.
"Enough talk, child." A narrowly dodged thrust almost saw the revolt leader's head taken. "You shall see how powerful silver is compared to that... thing you carry in your hand!"
"Would you like some assistance, lord Damon?" Beruka asked with her bow in hand.
"I may not be able to pierce his armor with my bronze, but I can at least keep your spirits up," Azura declared as she took a position behind Damon.
"If you think you're going to take my father from me, then you're worse off than a snowball in hell," Maximus growled from behind the general, Arina snarling at his side.
"… I'm obligated to give you one chance," Damon deadpanned at the now surrounded general. "If you and your men surrender peacefully, we will let you join us in our dream of peace between Hoshido and Nohr."
"I will never betray my king..." The general snarled before he sobered. "But perhaps... all of you lot are dismissed!" His troops looked at him in shock. "Nay... You are to join this sod in his quest to liberate Nohr, as my last order to you all! I owe Garon far too much to simply turn on him... but I will not damn these brave men and women because of it."
"… You're a good man," the dragon king nodded, taking off his helmet and giving the man a sign of respect. "We will carry out your wish. No more of your troops will die today."
"Ah... should've figured it was you, prince Damon," the general chuckled grimly before taking a battle stance. "No one else would be crazy enough to go against Garon of all people! It will be an honor to fall to your blade." The old general smiled beneath his helmet and bowed his head to his last foe. "Just make me one last promise; if these fine soldiers are to die for your efforts... make sure it's not for nothing."
"General... You don't need to fight me, you can help Garon... he's being controlled like a puppet... Possessed by our true enemy, Nohr has become their playthings." Damon informed the General.
"Considering you've a Hoshidan ninja by your side right now, I'm guessing it's some other third party." He relaxed his stance.
"Indeed, we're taking the war out of the equation so we're not left open to an attack when this war ends... then we're going to make them pay for their atrocities." Damon promised him.
"Clever man... Very well," the general grunted and stuck out his hand. "When you do take down Garon... assuming I'm not dead by the end of this of course, he he he... You can count on old Reginald to fight by your side when you try to take 'em down, Damon." He took off his helmet, revealing a grizzled and balding older man under the iron helmet, missing a rather large chunk of his nose as well as his right eye and sporting a large scar on his left cheek. "May not be the prettiest face in Garon's army... but I've seen almost as much as that lucky bastard Gunther!"
"Damn... it looks like you've seen that much," Maximus mused, almost wincing at the man's gnarled features.
"Bah, what do you know, boy?" The old man waved off the unintended insult. "Judging by that scar on your face, you've probably seen some things too, eh? Might even end up lookin' like me in the future. Same goes to the rest of you lot."
"Well... we wish you luck, Reginald," Damon smiled, accepting the general's hand.
"Thank ya, prince. May we meet again when the dust settles." He nodded at the dragon king and made his way down the stairs, his helmet under his arm before he paused. "Oh, and before I go..." He tossed his spear to Damon, who almost dropped it out of shock. "Make sure t'e old girl is given a good home, alright? She's been good to me... hopefully she'll be good to her next master too."
"Thank you, Reginald." Damon holstered the sliver spear and sheathed the Yato blade. "I'll be sure to give it to someone who will give it a good home." And with that, the old ironclad general was gone, on his way back to Garon's castle.
"Huh... he actually surrendered..." Selena mused. "I honestly didn't expect that with how zealous he seemed."
"There's a difference between zealousness and obligation, Selena," Kaze lectured the red head. "He felt obligated to help Garon because of how well he treated him, much like myself with Damon or you and Beruka with Camilla. A zealot or fanatic would have not backed down because he idolizes Garon, as odd as that may be. Though if I had to use one of us as an example, I'd have to use Camilla's devotion to Damon."
"Now if only that were false..." Selena grumbled, slightly jealous of how her mistress was able to be so up front with Damon while she was a nervous wreck around him on the inside.
"Alright everyone, I want a full damage report on casualties and deaths we suffered this time around," Damon ordered firmly. "After that, I want to know how many men and women Reginald left us with and to secure the area so Garon won't be able to take this place back so easily."
Azura walked up to the leader and gave him a pure smile. "You've come a long way since we started, Damon. You're not as hesitant as you once were and you seem to be getting your confidence back, if only a little." She leaned in close to his ear in a whisper. "And I mean the you I met in Hoshido... not the side everyone's taken to calling Demon."
…. Don't... just don't...
"Thanks, Azura," Damon smiled, ignoring Demon's words. "Honestly, with the support I've been getting from you all and now that I've finally started to at least somewhat get a hold of how to be a leader, I think those old wounds are finally starting to heal. But still... I'd be lying if I said they didn't hurt at times."
"And that's exactly what we're here for," the songstress continued to smile at him. "Now then... shouldn't you be checking in on the healers on the first floor?"
"Right, I suppose I should," he laughed slightly before kissing Azura on the cheek. "And hey... thanks for being there for me... and I look forward to helping you in return, should you need it." He left the blue haired songstress a blushing mess as he made his way to the first floor.
Speaking of healer... Ah there we go... just an inner monologue to myself now, Azura doesn't think I should be taking my title Demon... That's just a little disheartening... I worked my ass off to be respected around the battlefield, and fear drives that for me.
"Everything going alright?" Damon asked Felicia and the other two healers.
"Yup!" Elise chirped, removing her staff from a wound and wiping her brow. "No deaths on our watch so far! So far, the only deaths we've seen were people who either died in combat or weren't brought to us in time."
"So far, we're up to about... seventeen human deaths and one wolfskin," Flora counted off her parchment. "Hopefully there won't be any more for today, but thankfully we were able to gain forty troops from Reginald's surrender." She continued to skim the parchment. "However, about... fifteen people were rendered unable to fight further due to injuries we simply could not heal. They can work and do small jobs just fine, but fighting is out of the question. So, in total we have thirty three casualties."
"Hm... only a seven-troop gain," Damon cursed. "Ensure the soldiers who are unable to fight now are compensated for their bravery and have a job to do for us if they wish it. If not, ensure they find work in the trading hub. The families of the fallen are to be informed and said fallen are to be delivered to them so they may be put to rest in their hometowns."
"As you wish, Damon," Flora smiled at him and bowed, jotting his orders down on her parchment.
Felicia couldn't help but sniff at where Damon was speaking. "Hey... you didn't drink a drop all fight!"
I know I didn't... Love...
"Nope," Damon shook his head and smiled at the pink haired maid. "Stayed sober the whole fight through and kept my instincts in check, just like you asked. However..." He handed Felicia's now empty canteen back to her. "I did finish off your water when I needed a drink... hope you don't- mmph!" Felicia leapt into his arms and fiercely kissed the man she loved.
"I'm so proud of you, Damon," She sighed contently after breaking away from him. "And now... well, I believe I said something about rewarding you if you managed to do just that?"
Oh, Fuck yeah!
Demon smiled as he kissed her. "Well now that you mentioned it..." He started to say as he kissed her neck.
Felicia gasped slightly and lightly smacked his armored shoulder in protest. "Damon... not where everyone can see us..." She almost begged him. "If you're that raring to go, however... I did see an inn on our way here. I could show you where it is, if you want."
"By all means..." He quickly copped a feel as he turned her around. "Lead the way."
The two soon had a room in the aforementioned inn and were now removing Demon's armor. "Still... with all of the alcohol you've been drinking lately, I was afraid you were going to pass out," Felicia joked as the right and left arm plating fell to the ground. "Even if it was only this one time... I'm glad you were able to restrain yourself. But if all you need is a little encouragement to do so, I'd be more than happy to reward you like this for doing it again." Demon's torso piece was on the floor in seconds, followed by his chainmail.
"What? Is me drinking hurting you that much?" Demon asked Felicia.
"It's more of what it might do to you if you drink too much more than you doing it once in a while," she elaborated.
"Well considering I'm... not technically fully Human..." Demon started to say, knowing he had a high tolerance of Alcohol.
"Fully human or not, we all have a limit to how much we can drink before it starts to seriously affect us, my love," Felicia lectured him softly. "I don't mind you drinking at meals or even just for fun... I just don't like you using it as an escape."
"Hey babe... can I ask you a favor?" Demon asked Felicia.
"Yes?" She asked curiously as she worked on the lower half of his armor.
"…. I'm going to uh... Take my son out later for some father son bonding... Can you keep Flora busy later?" He asked Felicia.
"… You're taking him to a brothel, aren't you?" Air headed as she could tend to be, she knew Demon well enough by now to know what he was talking about.
"Uh... yes." Demon didn't even have an excuse to cover his ground.
"… I have some demands," she declared as the left leg fell.
"For your nephew or me?" Demon asked her.
"A little of both," she replied with a grin.
"Oh don't regulate the boy..." Demon complained.
"I'm not trying to," she defended herself. "It's only a couple of things, honest. No sleazy prostitutes for Maxwell and, if this is what I think it's really for, you won't pressure him into actually laying with the girl if he doesn't want to."
"...First of all... Maxwell?" Demon asked seeing his full name was Maximus.
"Sorry... I was thinking of a name of our own child for a half second," the maid giggled.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to force him to anything... I'll just tell him I'll buy him an empty room where he can paint the living shit out of it... heheh... and I'm not going to buy a slut for him... so no need to worry... someone with class." Demon said to her kissing her on her forehead.
"Good... he's seems so devoted to Arina," she sighed with a smile. "I just don't want him to feel like he's betraying her."
"A little experience for him will help him a long way... you have to agree with me on that... I mean the last time we made love, you were breathless." He poked her in the chest.
"It was better than when we first did it," she admitted.
"Plus you had me all to yourself..." He added, while trying to think if his son would be alright with the plan.
OF COURSE, HE'LL BE OKAY WITH THIS! HE'S MY SON!
"Well, just remember... if he only wishes to talk and sleep by her side, then you won't push him to do anything more," she reminded him.
"Not unless I bribe him..." He joked to her.
"Please, what could you have that he would take?" Felicia retorted playfully.
"A white room..." Demon said to Felicia.
"Well, he seems to be more of a canvas painter than a room painter." The right leg plating finally fell, leaving Demon in his tannery shirt and pants as well as his boots.
"The walls are his canvas... "
"Wait... you're thinking of something for him and Arina for their first time, aren't you?" The maid asked playfully. "I'm not sure if that makes you the best father ever or simply a man with a twisted sense of humor."
"I'll just tell him... painting can be done by many ways..." Demon teased Felicia.
"Naughty demon," she teased, getting to work on stripping herself down for him. "Trying to pervert your son like that."
"Demon... Huh?" He asked her. "Well... he is my son." He also commented on, hoping his son is like him in that way.
"I won't lie, it would be idealistic to think any women he meets in the future are like us," Felicia sighed, now down to her small clothes as she smiled at him again. "But, then again... not all of us are fully alright with the idea quite yet either." She wrapped her arms around Demon and kissed him deeply before removing his shirt. "But that's for the future... wouldn't you rather enjoy what's right in front of you?"
"…. Yes..." He replied grabbing her and kissing her on the lips in turn.
"Well then..." A light blush covered her cheeks as she removed her bra and panties, her breasts bouncing slightly as they were freed of their cloth confines. "Enjoy your reward."
"And I'm going to give you a reward..." He said kissing her neck.
"Whatever for?" She gasped slightly as pleasure started to take hold.
"Just because, my love..." Demon said to Felicia.
The tie in Felicia's hair fell out, her pink hair tumbling down to her hips. "Damn... I think my hair tie finally broke." She bent down and picked up the broken clasp. "I guess I'll need a new one now..."
Demon moved his hands around her hips going behind her. "You never asked about your reward..." He whispered in her ear.
Felicia gasped feeling Demon's flesh at her entrance. "Well... with how clear I've been being, I think I have a pretty good idea..."
"… Try me I might surprise you..." Demon's eyes lit up bright red.
"Well... my first guess would be trying to finally give me a child..." The maid straightened herself and guided him over to the bed. "My second... maybe not spanking me for a change. My third? Maybe letting me be on top."
"I'll grant you two of them..." Demon counter proposed as he moved his hands around her back.
"Hm... how about... no spanking and letting me on top for our first round?" She offered, grinding her hips into his.
"Counter offer... I don't spank you... and I'll settle for you being on your hands and knees..." He offered her.
"Hmm... how about a fourth option?" She asked as she flopped onto the bed and reached for him, her vibrant pink hair splayed around her. "Instead of that, you treat me like your princess or queen for a little bit?"
"….. Well... I was thinking of taking you like any conqueror... " Demon said with a sadistic smile.
"Ufufufu... well," she pulled him down on top of her and kissed him deeply before continuing, "why can't you? After all, not all princesses live happily ever after."
Demon chuckled pushing her down on her back. "Oh, and by the way... after I'm done with you... you're going to be as plump as a hog..." Demon chuckled biting in to her neck.
"Gnngh! My my, Damon... I didn't think you were into that," she teased.
"Won't stop till I drop... You're going to get my child, Felicia... I mean it..." Demon promised her as he continued to kiss her neck.
"By all means, you brute..." Felicia's dainty fingers brushed the crown of his cock. "Try you're best."
"By all rights I conquer you in the name of me … King... Demon..." He said to her as he licked her neck on her bite marks.
"Oh, Damon..." She shivered in pleasure and fear. "Such a scary name... whatever will our children think, having a demon for their father?"
"A father who spoils them, and is afraid of him... to make sure they're on their best behavior?" He joked.
"Hmm... That sounds like a fallacy to me," she smiled playfully.
"Oh hush, you busty maid..." Demon silenced her by kissing her lips.
Felicia moaned and pressed into it, her plump mounds lightly making contact with him. "Busty, huh? Well, if you like them so much..." She crossed her arms under them and pushed up, making them look a little bigger. "Then do as you want with them."
Demon groped them roughly and kissed her neck again, before moving down to her left nipple. He nipped at the erect nub, eliciting a sharp gasp from the woman beneath him. As he nibbled and played with her left breast, his right hand caressed her long pink hair, moving between it and her gently rounded rump. "Just imagining you with child is getting me excited, Felicia..." His hand glided across her stomach and hips. "All swollen with our child... these pitiful little hips finally having to grow to accommodate all the extra weight... hell, you might even give your big sister a run for her money soon enough..."
"Don't you start, my love," the pink haired maid whined from beneath him, her lower lips beginning to dampen slightly. "I had to go through that enough with Camilla... just thinking about how soft I'll be once our baby is born is enough to humiliate me."
"Please... with how much fighting you do, you'll work it all off in no time," Demon assured her before a teasing grin graced his mouth. "Well... unless I decide to give you another child right after... or simply keep you all soft and plush for me. After all..." He bit into her right breast and grinned ferally. "You belong to me, Felicia. Me and no one else."
Felicia shrieked as the erogenous zone as assaulted by pain and pleasure, her hips bucking and her lower lips kissing Demon's erect member. "Such a cruel man I ended up with..."
"Ouch wife... you wound me..." Demon teased as he moved his left hand behind her back, sliding down to her bottom.
"You know I don't mean it... but still," Felicia's eyes looked at him with lust and a hint of worry. "I want to look my best for you, Damon."
"You always look your best to me... Love..." He inserted himself in to her body.
Felicia gasped as she felt herself stretch out slightly. "Really?... you might want to tell that to Flora when you next see her, my love. The baby weight she hasn't been able to lose quite yet has been stressing her something awful." She gave Demon a chaste kiss before continuing. "But if you ask me, it suits her."
"What baby weight?" Demon asked, not knowing what she was talking about.
"Well, most of it settled in that rump you seem to like so much... but it's only been a few months since Maximus was born, remember. She still has that hint of... softness all over."
"Damn woman... you are just full of answers..." He joked pushing himself further in to her.
Felicia panted as lust clouded her mind. "Where do you think it'll settle for Camilla and I? If you want my guess, I'm thinking most of it will go to her breasts and rump. Not too sure about myself though."
"Depending... how much you hold... I'm guessing... hmm octuplets..." Demon joked about the rare number.
"Please... I think twins is far more likely for me and Flora," she retorted with an awkward smile.
"Not the amount I hope to put in you tonight..." Demon grinned viciously, licking her nose as his eyes dilated going in to a more reptilian shape.
"Well... I heard dragon females have clutches of eggs," Felicia joked as pleasure further gripped her body. "Not sure if that applies to human-dragon impregnations."
"heh... ha... Ha! That's funny... almost as funny as...Oh Shit Lilith..." Demon remembered that Lilith would probably be subjected to the heat right about now, and is probably either escaping to find her mate or... doing something else.
"So, you added her to your little harem, huh?" The maid squirmed as she tried to push the now still Demon further into her.
"….. Uh... I'm uh more worried that she got out..." Demon said ignoring that question.
"Please, you're only worried because you two finally did it," she teased.
"She's in heat love..." Demon sighed kissing her nose.
"And probably looking for the strongest, handsomest dragon she knows."
"You're trying to make me blush love..." Demon chuckled as he saw he was covered in a shadow.
"Well... don't take my word for it." Felicia glanced behind him and gasped slightly.
"Oh, I agree..." Lilith purred, which broke the concentration of both Felicia and Demon as they looked up, seeing the dragon shifting woman on the ceiling. "POULTERGIEST!" Demon snapped, rolling off the bed with Felicia still embedded in him.
"Ow, ow, ow, Damon, your cock, it's hurting me!" Felicia whimpered as her lips stretched too far to a side.
Lilith giggled, jumping down from the ceiling. "Oh, my Dragon King!" Lilith was breathing heavily crawling over to Demon. "Oh Gods help me..." Demon whispered, backing up against the wall with Felicia on his lap.
"Damon... judging by the fact you're starting to go a little limp, you're not looking forward to this, are you?" Felicia whispered in his ear.
"Judging by that look she's going to... MOLEST US both..." Demon twitched, getting a flash back.
"Aww... thinking of little Elise when you have two gorgeous and willing women in front of you?" Lilith asked hungrily. "Naughty, naughty, Damon."
"She looks like she's going to explode..." Demon whispered to Felicia, with her shivering in his lap.
"Don't look at me, it's you she came here for!" The maid hissed in his ear.
"TAKE THE WOMAN FIRST I'M TOO YOUNG TO BE EATEN!" Demon said as he wasn't sure how Lilith would handle this situation.
"Please, Damon..." Lilith giggled lustfully, her tone rivaling Camilla's. "Why would I eat my own mate? I'm no lowly insect... besides..." She gently moved Felicia to the side and sat on Demon's lap. "I'd like all of our future babies to meet their daddy." The blue haired dragon started to grind her hips into Demon's, the lustful look not once leaving her eye. "Did you read the book yet?"
"No...?" He asked seeing he was busy.
"Well, let me give you a lesson." Lilith kissed the scared man's forehead and started to trace his scars with her finger. "It's rare for female dragons like me to have only one egg or child... in fact, it's more likely I'm going to have as many as six beautiful children with you..." She smiled lustfully and leaned in to whisper in her lover's ear. "Won't that be grand... my mate?"
"…... Oh boy... Felicia, you're probably not going to be able to sit down for a whole day after this..." Demon warned the pink haired maid.
Felicia long hair shrouded her face for a few moments before she finally responded. "… I take back what I said earlier about you being a demon, Damon..." She said in a monotone before revealing her eyes. They were filled with eagerness and lust, most likely the maid got caught up in the atmosphere Lilith was setting. "You're far too handsome and powerful to be compared to something so unworthy." The younger twin scooted next to him and pressed her boobs into the side of his face. "And I can't wait to have as many children as you give me tonight."
What...?
"A little fun fact... a female dragon can rope in as many women of different species as she wishes to help pleasure her mate, and even help them get pregnant if she so desires," Lilith whispered in Demon's ear, licking his lobe as she pulled away. "My mate... you will not be getting any sleep tonight."
"We'll both make sure of that," Felicia agreed before starting to pleasure Demon as much as she could as Lilith took his front, using everything she knew about him over the years to make him tingle with pleasure.
Before Damon knew it, morning had arrived. And, true to his darker half's word, Felicia's stomach looked round enough to make one think she was already a few months along with child. A loud, drawn out yawn drew his attention to his other side, where Lilith was stretching herself out. The blue haired dragon looked no better than her second partner from last night, if not a little worse. "Goooood morning, my mate," she stretched again, her bare breasts pushing themselves up slightly. "Gods... I knew you were a little pent up when it came to Felicia, but to think you had that much in you... I'll be extremely surprised if not a single egg is fertilized after that performance." Somewhere, deep in the bowels of his mind, Damon could feel his dragon side grin with both viciousness and satisfaction.
"… It happened again, didn't it?" He asked his awake lover.
"It would appear so," she giggled merrily, her hand gliding over her distended womb.
You fucking lizard... I'll find that memory...
"That really needs to stop happening," Damon sighed as he gave Felicia another look over for any scars or scratches on her usually flawless white skin.
"Don't worry, I had her back off a bit when you brought out the claws," Lilith assured him, a blissful smile on her face. "Had to dial down her fertility for a couple days though... don't need everything in her ovaries getting fertilized, right?" The blue dragon couldn't help but laugh a little bit at her own slightly morbid joke. "But, I did leave enough to give her the usual chance of getting pregnant. Expect one more woman to be out of play come mating season for you. As for me?" She hopped out of bed, almost tripping due to her center of gravity being slightly off. "I should be fine for the rest of my season... well, I mostly likely will be. There's always the extremely off chance that I won't get pregnant from last night. So, until your next visit... which I hope will be soon..." A hazel eye winked at him as a portal back to Damon's dragon realm opened up. "Adieu, my handsome mate." Lilith planted a few quick kisses on his cheeks and lips before leaving with a spring in her step, the portal closing not even a second after.
"Woah!" Felicia's yelp immediately earned Damon's attention, the pink haired maid just barely managing to catch herself on a nightstand. "Heheh... You know that crack about me being top heavy last night, my love? It might be a little more accurate than you thought." She continued to laugh for a minute before wincing and clutching her stomach. "But seriously, this kind of hurts a little bit... my insides feel like they've been stretched past their limit... but it's worth it if I'll be bringing another little prince or princess into the world for you, my love."
Damon couldn't help but feel a slight pang of both pride and guilt hearing that. "You need any help, Felicia?" He asked worriedly.
"Well... I probably won't be able to make it to our center of command here on my own... or sit down to rest... maybe not walk at all actually... oh dear..." Felicia rubbed her aching thighs and hips, wincing at their soreness.
"Sorry Felicia... Can you not use your mana to heal you?" He asked Felicia rubbing her back.
"Mnngh... I seem to forgot my staff back at home," she moaned with a mischievous smiled on her face. "I think you might need to carry me back to the others for now, my lord. You know, since there's no other way and you did do this to me."
"Heh sure, just let me get my armor on love..." Damon quickly equipped his clothing and moved forward to pick up his armor. It took several minutes but Damon got on his armor, he reached for the Yato blade before noticing another sword close by it. "Huh... did Lilith leave me this?" It was a two-handed sword with a similar design to his son's bastard sword, only the blade was slightly curved and had an odd look to it, almost like it was made up of dried magma. The moment he touched it, it ignited in a blaze of red light and Damon was sent flying back. "Um... this isn't supposed to be happening, is it?" Felicia asked nervously.
Damon shook his head quickly, knocking the dust out of his armor as he got up on his feet about to touch the blade again. Damon moved his right hand on the handle of the blade flinching as he thought it was going to toss him again. After a few seconds of holding the sword by the hilt he observed the blade, with some strange engraving on it... he couldn't make it out. "I don't think this sword was supposed to do this." Damon commented.
"… Maybe we should ask Lilith or Hinoka about an expert," the maid advised as she put on her uniform.
"Hinoka is going to chew me out..." Damon was worried since this sword was just sitting in his room, possibly cursed, and he decided to carry it with him back to Volkern. If it weren't for the fact he thought Lilith gave it to him, he might have actually had Felicia slap him up the head for his stupidity.
"Are you feeling alright? That sword isn't cursed, is it?" Felicia asked worriedly as she buttoned up her uniform.
"I feel... odd holding this blade..." Damon said as he sheathed the blade on his left hip.
"Odd good or odd bad?" Felicia tied off her apron and adjusted her headband before moving to her stockings.
"Just odd..." He stated moving over to the maid, picking her up bridal style.
"Maaaaybe you should leave it in convoy for now and use the Yato as usual then," she suggested. "I mean, who knows what the sword is going to do in such a state?"
"Nein... err, no I mean, I should have this blade looked at, maybe Azura knows what's going on..." Damon was worried for his weapon, seeing this blade chose him before his departure of Hoshido. While it may not have held the same value as his favorite sword from Xander, it still felt... close to him. Almost as if he used it for far more than ten months.
"Let's hope so... but if she doesn't, I want you to store it until we know what's happening," the maid insisted. "If the red aura is any indication, it might be linked to those strange people who have been attacking you, Damon."
"The blade itself is blood red..." Damon observed it as the light from outside shined off it. "C-come on let's head back..."
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Damon sat Felicia on her bed kissing her on the lips. "Take it easy Felicia... that's an order." He ordered Felicia, seeing she was slightly in pain.
"As you wish... master Damon," she teased, wincing as her sore bottom made contact with her bed. "Just make sure you get the sword looked at first thing after leaving here, alright?"
"Doing that right now..." Damon informed her as he moved outside the room, in to the hallway. Damon gathered his officers in to the meeting room, placing the blade on the table. "That's the reason why you're here." Damon pointed at the blade.
"Damon... what the hell is this sword?" Hinoka asked in both disbelief and curiosity.
"I found it in my room, tried to pick it up and... it morphed into that." Damon said as he moved his right hand towards it.
"Don't touch it!" Hinoka and Azura snapped, shocking the man enough to pull his hand away. "This isn't one of the legendary weapons or anything like them... hell, I don't think this is any known weapon period," the red haired prince continued.
"This isn't right... there's a dark magic in this blade, I can feel it," Azura chipped in, eyeing the sword warily.
Damon huffed as he moved his hands over it, the red aura ignited his body. "I'M ON FI...oh wait... no I'm good." Damon stopped talking as he withdrew his hand, the red mana disengaging.
"It looks like a dark curse..." Camilla commented. "Only this feels far more malevolent... and far stronger."
"Wait Camilla didn't Damon have that red aura before?" Elise asked remembering seeing it a few times in her life before their separation.
"No... well, yes but this feels different..."
"Well whatever it is, it's reacting to me..." Damon commented as he picked up the sword. "This thing... it's attached to me for some reason..." He stated putting the blade down.
"Hmm... as much as my being is telling me to have you get rid of it, I want you to keep it on you but not use it," Azura advised.
"what's the use of a sword if I don't use it?" Damon asked wielding the blade again.
"The legendary weapons sometimes allow their affects to linger outside of use," she explained. "This way we can see if it has a negative impact in that regard without risking an incident like in the square."
"Can I at least try it out? I mean... I feel... oddly good holding it..." He said as he got a funny fuzzy feeling wielding the two-handed sword.
"Alright, we'll spar then," Maximus declared and drew his own sword with a grin. "You said you were going to show me your stuff with a two hander anyway."
"Oh, you're on... care to make it interesting?" He asked Maximus.
"Depends on what you're thinking, dad." Max led him to a training area.
"Okay... " Damon signaled him to get close as he whispered to him. "What do you want, if I lose?" He asked his son.
"Hm... I'm thinking a new set of paints." His son drew his sword and got in a fighting stance.
"Alright... if I win, you have to tell your mother, that you knocked up your girlfriend..." Damon began to snicker, not knowing how'd she react.
Max paused a moment hearing that from his father. "I'm changing my terms, I want the whole damn paint store."
"Deal..." He said to him eager to get this started.
"Alright then... " Maximus charged at his father with a flame covered blade and clashing with the lava like sword.
"Woah!" Damon's balance actually faltered for a moment under the force of his son's strike before readjusting for a counter.
"Not happening!" The prince shouted, freezing the ground over and tripping up his father, the man slipping on the ground.
Damon's eyes changed and he regained his footing as he swung his red blade, with red lightning edging off the blade shocking the ground as it gathered energy around him. "HHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA!" Demon growled moving forward slashing against Maximus's blade.
Maximus let out a silent scream as the cursed electricity arced through his body. "How... why did that hurt so much?"
"Dragons don't exactly like lightning," Flora recalled, wincing at her son's pain.
Demon readied his blade again this time the movement of the blade instead of discharging electricity began to expel sonic waves, cracking the ice from Max's attacks. "Definitely magic," his son mused, his sword's flame going out. Blue ice formed on the blade instead, easily doubling its size and cutting ability. "Hrrrah!" He power's through his father's attack and slammed into the sword, causing his father to falter again and setting Maximus up for a rising cut, tearing through the breastplate. "Down with you!" A heavy kick sent Demon sprawling on the ground.
"Guah!" Demon spat out as he flipped back up on his feet, popping his neck and swinging his blade readying to counter his son's next attack.
Maximus ducked under the blade and used the flat to knock Demon off balance before going for what was usually his final attack. "I'll paint this ground red!" He had to stop himself from lopping off his father's leg, instead tearing through the armor and tripping him again before planting his sword at the side of his neck. "And that's game... both of those strikes would have ended your fighting career if they hit."
"…. Son...?" Demon asked Maximus.
"Yeah dad?"
"Your chest..." Demon pointed at the gash marks, and slashes.
"Heh... I guess that's a draw then..."
"Hey... I'll get you the paint you wanted still..." Demon said to him.
"Then I'll tell mum the thing you wanted me to," the prince nodded and helped his father up. "Fair's fair, right?"
"Indeed... FLORA!" Demon snapped calling over his lover.
"Dad told me to tell you that I got Arina pregnant as part of a bet," Maximus told his mother with a grin. "Of course, nothing's happened... yet."
…..You little bastard...
"Never said I had to phrase it a certain way, dad!" The prince cheered with a laugh, heading for his room.
"Never said when I was going to buy you the paint... or the room I had ready for you..." Demon shot back at him.
"Once again, fair's fair!" The younger dragon laughed, whistling as he made his way back.
"Oh, by the way you can forget that other gift I had for you!" Demon growled as he sheathed his blade.
"You got eighteen birthdays to make up for!" He reminded his father.
"Sorry you said I was already forgiven!" He retorted.
"Never said I didn't want the presents though." Flora couldn't help but laugh at her husband to be and son's antics.
"You two... I definitely see the relation!" She giggled, kissing Demon on his cheek.
"Quick question how would you have reacted to him actually knocking Arina up?" He asked Flora.
"I would have definitely been surprised at first, but I would have been happy for them... if a little off put by the fact my technically three-month-old son is already going to be a father."
"Technically he is eighteen..." Demon stated seeing the deep realms, time was faster.
"True... but it's not like it's fully registered that way for me either," the maid retorted playfully. "How do you feel knowing his first isn't going to be a princess or nobility?"
"…. Eh I'm fine... " Demon huffed out kissing Flora on the forehead.
"So... the sword forced your eyes to change," she noted offhandedly. "Not too big a deal unless it affected you mentally as well..."
"I feel fine... nothing else new..." Demon spoke to her as his wounds started to burn and sizzle.
"Annnd you just sounded different... Your voice sounded deeper, had a bit of an echo to it," the blue haired twin noted.
"I didn't notice anything... maybe you've been working too long and need some rest Flora..." Demon said to her as he looked in to her eyes.
"Regardless, I'm still telling this to the others... the sword seems to be a bit drained too." Sure enough, the energy flowing through the 'cracks' in the blade had faded, almost seeming tired in an odd way. "Maybe you can only use that magic a few times before having to give it a rest? By the way, I noticed the lightning only worked in close quarters and that... wave thing seemed to take its place in ranged."
I wonder...
Demon ignited his red aura and glowing bright flashes with in the cracks could be seen filling in the cracks and renewing the blade. "That's... that shouldn't be possible... this blade matches my... mana... my aura..." He said as he was put off from that.
"Maybe it draws off it for power? It'd certainly explain the red... but not why Camilla said it feels cursed." Flora touched the blade herself, hissing as the energy flashed blue for a half second before rejecting her. "Seems to only work for you."
"…. I'll... give this blade to Azura to study it more, maybe she has more answers." It went against Demon's best judgment, as he knew Azura had... reserved feelings for Demon.
"That's a very mature thing of you to do, Damon," Flora smiled and gave him a quick peck before wrapping the blade in cloth for him. "I know for certain plenty of people would have used that sword regardless. Best to be cautious with this before bringing it to a serious fight though." She handed the sword to Damon with a smile.
"…... no... Azura... Needs to... Flora you should come with me, I don't trust myself around this blade, It's a tempting blade." Demon said to her nearly retching from the idea of being accompanied like a small child.
"I can see why... I'm sure this could even hurt Garon, should you get a hit on him." She held it close and gave him another sweet, devoted smile. "Would you like me to deliver it to her for you?"
"We'll go together..." Demon stated as he held the blade tightly to his chest.
"As you wish." Flora bowed and followed her lover as he took the odd sword to Azura's room. "Azura? Are you here?" Asked the maid as she lightly tapped on the door.
"Yes?" The songstress asked, cracking the door open to see the two. "Oh, D... Demon and Flora! Can I help you two?"
How does she bloody do that?
Flora took the sword from Demon and held it out to her. "Damon wanted you to check this over for anything malevolent. Well, also to see if you could find out what makes it up and the like too."
"Hmm... that sword from earlier... very well, I'll get to work looking this over, maybe see if Lilith would be able to help me with finding the materials used." Azura carefully put the sword aside and smiled at them. "Anything else?" Demon's hands twitched seeing he was separated from that blade, and the blade shook for a moment before becoming just as it was again, an inanimate object. "Oh... it seems to have calmed down... that leaves other factors to look into. It would help if we found someone more knowledgeable on these things. A dark mage or a blacksmith would be a huge aid to us."
"What about Camilla?" Demon asked curiously. "Wouldn't she be of some help?"
"Hmm... while she understands how to use spells, it's a different concept from knowing how they work and how they're made, especially where enchantments are involved. If anything, her telling it felt cursed at all was a blessing." The Vallan princess gave him an apologetic look. "I'll do what I can for now, but it will be hard without a proper dark mage's help."
"Should we put out a notice?" Flora asked them as the idea came to her. "We might be able to bring one in sooner."
Demon was sweating a bit, that sword kept him... balanced in a way, as he knew what he wanted, what to do, and for some odd reason how to do it... in a way he felt that blade was a part of him."…..." The corrupted side of Damon remained silent seeing the blade put away.
Aren't you being a little overdramatic?
Quiet, you're in the minority here... This was my weapon... I finally felt at peace...
Only you would feel 'at peace' with a weapon like that in your hand.
That kept my mind level headed and concentrated, I can finally see the end...
That only makes me worry more...
"Hm... Demon should make that call, doing that might only draw more negative attention to us," Azura replied to Flora's question.
"As you wish. You're thoughts, Damon?" Flora asked her lover. "I could have the notices drafted and posted here before we leave for Volkern again."
"… Do as you wish," the temporary king sighed. "The worst that could happen is that we draw attention from thugs or the like."
"Then I'll start at once, my lord." Flora bowed and gave Demon one last kiss before rushing off to get started.
"Azura... You and me are going to have a talk..." Demon said to the songstress.
"If it's about me calling you Demon, I see no reason why it bothers you," sighed Azura as she sat on her bed.
"Oh no I'm not bothered by that actually, that suits me right about now..." He retorted.
"So you've even started to take the title as your own now, despite what weight it holds for you in Hoshido?" She asked him curiously. "No, we'll get to that later. What would you like to discuss, Demon?"
"I'm starting to notice you are becoming more and more... suspicious of my outlook and change of personality..." Demon stated as he took a step closer to her.
"Have I been that obvious? Fine... if you must know, outside of caring for your friends and loved ones, the route your taking in that mindset is reminding me of my father's," she explained.
"…... Is that so?" He asked his shadow nearly over her form.
"Your mannerisms in regards to your enemies, outlook on how to win our war, lust for power... I'd be lying if I said there were no parallels."
"I'm willing to take the burden of that mind set, so I can end this wretched cycle of war, Azura.." Demon said to her, as he looked in to her eyes.
"Really? Because Damon showed that he could do the same without resorting to such tactics today," she retorted stoically.
"I do not...! Butcher the innocent... or burn there livelihood..." Demon growled as he held his tongue.
"Who said father did either? Valla is still a land of relative peace and plenty, yet the people fear their leader."
"Valla, is a wasteland and a war torn nation... It's like Nohr's Uber dark side..." He huffed out.
"And you'd know this never being been there yourself?" Azura questioned him. "Think about it. If my father let the nation degrade to such a state, we could easily flatten them with the sword you just found."
"…. You know what I think?" He asked her as he grabbed her by the shoulders.
"That I see you as something to be feared? Because I do not."
"You're too scared to see what I will do, when I get the ball rolling down the hill..." He said as he knew he'd get his army and troops moving.
"More like I'm terrified to see what boundaries you'd cross and the people you'll step on to do so."
"I have limits woman..." Demon said to her.
"Really? Because all the evidence points to the contrary."
"Really Princess? What have I done to have gone against ANYTHING.. Humane... because I done things rather restrained..."
Azura started ticking things off her fingers. "You threatened and were willing to enslave the wolfskins, willing to grind villages and farms to the bone to feed your war machine, almost disregarded Flora's suggestion to have this blade checked, don't lie I saw your fingers and look in your eye, and know you're willing to forgo our votes in favor of your own judgement."
"They attacked first! I wasn't the one who suggested to squeeze the farms dry, I only stated during an emergency we need to quickly gather supplies... and for Gods sakes I was the one who told Flora you should look at the blade! My choice!" Demon snapped at her.
"Really now? Because that talk you initially had with Felicia, when you walked out when she brought up you extorting those places regardless, says otherwise. And I feel that you were willing to go back on that, even if it wasn't on the forefront of your mind or apparent to you."
"You know what... I just noticed something..." He started to say, as he huffed out a breath of exhaustion.
"That I'm overanalyzing this?"
"That I could give less than a damn of what you say what I have done, because what I have done is save lives... I'm not going to save the world on a magical steed, with a magical sword... for fuck sakes I'm not a hero out of a book of fairy tales... I'm just a bastard prince, who is trying to do the world right... and if you cannot accept that, then fine!" Demon growled.
"… first of all, damning people to living under your heel and butchering all you won't conform is not what I'd call saving. Second, you have that steed inside you and wearing said sword on your hip."
This ```fucking``` WOMAN!
Demon gritted his teeth. He was being talked down like he was some sort of child, he felt disgusted being treated like this... it was close to being treated like a dog. "And finally... you're not exactly wrong in your methods either..." Azura admitted with a sigh. "I... I may not regret all I've said, but I'm sorry. I know you're trying to get us all through this alive and are nowhere near the kind of person my father was... yet... but either way, I simply fear you losing yourself to your ideals and ambitions and started to draw parallels where there were none."
"I Think we're done here..." Demon said as he turned around towards her door.
"For what it's worth... the fact I'm still here says I'm willing to take the path you choose regardless."
"Really? You wanted to leave, you asked what your purpose was, I still don't know what your true purpose is here..." Demon said to Azura, turning to face her.
A tear formed in her eye at those words but she shook those thoughts away. "I've hurt you, so I will accept those words... and the truth is, I don't want to leave... not you, not Damon, and not a single person we've come close to in our time together. I love you, Demon... both of you. I'm just... scared of what's to come." More tears dragged down her face. "I don't want to lose you in the way that I've already made clear, I don't want you to die, I don't want to see you unhappy..."
"and I don't want to be kept being pushed away by my friends and family..." He replied with an emotionless tone in his voice.
"I'm not trying to... honest to gods, I'm trying to keep myself close to you so I can save you from any situation..."
"So how about this, you let me do what I have to, and you can speak about this if you see me about to execute an innocent, or do something that might not seem... 'Civilized..'" Demon said to her putting air quotes around the word civilized with his fingers.
"I'll agree to that on two conditions... I want you to at least try to look at this from the perspective of the people who feel as I do."
"I'll look at this from their perspective... when the war is over, I can't lower my thinking to theirs I'd destroy my military mindset and fuck my own campaign..." Demon replied trying to think at this from a military perspective.
Azura let out a sad sigh in spite of herself. "Very well, I suppose that will do. And secondly... I want you, not just Damon, you, to try to make time to get to know me a little better. I love you both, with all of my heart, Demon. But I at least want you to see why I worry as much as I do, despite how unnecessary you may think.
"… That is what bothers me, you keep seeing me as two different people, there is one person only. You're looking at him, you can call me Damon, or Demon... whatever you wish, but There isn't two..." Demon said to Azura.
"That... despite you saying that, I still can't help but feel that's not entirely the case." The blue haired songstress couldn't help but sob a bit before continuing. "I know there's only one person in front of me, but I can't help but feel that you're too... different. The change between your ways of thinking is too sudden and too extreme to say otherwise. Of course, I'm not petty enough to say this without being certain... but it's happened too many times now to suggest anything otherwise. For example, tell me honestly, would you or wouldn't you have even suggested sparing Reginald today had you been as you were now?"
Demon leaned down a bit to look at Azura's wet and gleaming eyes.
Hazel... just like one of Pauline's... I don't doubt that she is possibly her mother... But still...
"Your hesitation... I'd call you out on it if your eyes said you were actually thinking on what I asked. Something else is on your mind, isn't it?" Azura could be called a lot of things, but negligent and dense was not one of them.
Still it couldn't hurt to try...
Demon moved his hands on Azura's shoulders bringing her closer to him. "… I... I don't know if I want to do this right now, Demon," she confessed with a light giggle. "Look at me, at us... I'm a wreck right now, and your head is clearly not even as focused on doing such things as I know it can be."
"Quiet woman..." Demon said as he kissed her on the lips. "Just clear your head of your worry..." He said to her before connecting his lips to hers again.
Azura couldn't help but melt into the kiss for a moment before coming to her senses again. "Demon... I want an answer before we do anything. What are you really thinking about? Hell, why do you change so drastically period? I can hardly keep up with anything you do like this..."
"Because It's fun seeing you trying to figure me out..." Demon said as he kissed her neck.
The songstress gasped before she could answer. "Demon... if that were the case, you would never be so insistent on being the same person regardless of mindset. If you were really the same person I met in Hoshido, shaken or no, you would have explained that to me by now without being so torn up about my accusations. Demon... if we're going to do this, I want you to be honest with me. What happened that day that made you like this? Why do you change so suddenly?"
"…... Realization, of everything I knew was a lie... betrayed and I betrayed in return... shot down like a dog... I slowly opened my eyes to the truth... I crawled from depths of my mind to survive... and I'm doing just that." He said to her.
Azura was silent as she processed that, her eyes finally having a moment to dry. "I can't help but feel that's not the whole story."
"That's the story that I know of right now..." He said to her as he turned her around kissing the back of her neck.
The woman in his arms was getting choked up again, despite trying to keep calm or even enjoy what Demon was making her feel. "You say the same thing every time I ask that, and it becomes a little falser every time... Especially with that uncertainty this time you said it."
"It's what is relevant and what needs to be said until I reach the thing I'm after." He said to her, arching her back forward.
"Demon..." Azura swallowed whatever hormones were clouding her head and gently pushed him off. "Until you tell me the whole truth... I'm not doing anything."
"That is my truth... Azura, you... wait maybe you need to see the way I see things..." Demon said to her.
"That's not the issue here... you know what I'm trying to get at, but you keep evading me."
"No it's the truth you wanted, and now you're getting it..." Demon said to her turning her around to face him, his eyes lit up as he moved his thumbs under her eyes. "…..Look in to my eyes... see my struggle.. Know my pain.." His aura engulfed the two.
Flashes went through Azura's head of all Demon felt. His betrayal, his devotion to protect the people he cared for, the burning lust he felt, all of his drive and ambition to do what he had to in order to win with them all intact. And yet, this gave Azura the perfect opportunity to find his hardest struggle of all. "So... there's two more?" She asked in a deadpan. "One of which you refer to as Dragon, and a taint you don't even know enough about to name?"
"There's a lot of monsters in us all, Azura... but I'm the one that everyone needs." He said to her brushing back her hair.
Azura immediately found herself in a pin. She could accept his logic, even agree to it to a degree. But at the same time, she knew now, without a doubt, that was not the entire truth. She could easily say that and risk- no, definitely hurt him, or simply accept his words and go along with what he wanted at the cost of always wondering 'what if' later on or worse, pushing him away for good. "Demon... I've just been in your head. And I can say for a fact that the only part of you I can honestly call a monster is that part you know nothing about that was planted in you."
"Maybe Pauline could pull it out..." Demon said to her.
"And that would, in a way that would make you near perfect. But at the same time..." She swallowed before taking the plunge. "Not everyone is going to agree with you. In all honesty, I can see a lot of people from Nohr agreeing with you over the Hoshidans."
"Then they all need to see the big picture, they can hate me later, but they can at least hate me if they're alive." He said knowing that if they failed to end the war and invade Valla, the gateway will close and they'll be forced to wait decades, and the truth dies with them, restarting the cycle.
"Demon... Part of me wants to disagree with you being the one they need. No one wants to live under a man's boot, nor do they wish to die either. You promise survivability, but I... but-but I..." Azura's hazel eyes started to leak out salty tears again. "I don't know anymore... I can't honestly say if your way is the right way or if I want Damon to be the one to lead us to the end... I just wish you were all whole again..."
Demon sighed as he looked in to her eyes. "Let me try this another way... Azura you're blocked in front of a shield wall, you can either charge at them fool hearty on foot... or you can charge at them on mounts... what is more sound? You're going to tire yourself out if you run at them... and die against their shields... but on mounts you will most likely smash through their defenses." He explained to her.
Azura hiccuped and cleared her head before continuing. "I... I..."
"Or how about another one, there is a raging river in front of your forces and you have to cross it to get to your objective..." Demon stopped hearing her snap.
"Demon, I get what you're trying to get at! I simply can't decide! Both ways are doable if you're clever enough, but the way you're trying to lead us seems too harsh, too vicious!"
"So do you see what I see? I have to make the choices and they are choices I don't make lightly, they're tactically sound and efficient leaving me few options of regrets." He said to her.
"Having the patience to push through the shield wall on foot may be more time consuming-"
"Err wrong... you got hit with a volley of arrows and rocks... now what you lost the vanguard..." He said as he poofed up smoke.
"… and what about all those people that died on their spears in the charge? You'd rather just climb over their corpses without a second glance? And what about flanking them on foot, dividing them and conquering them?"
"There is no Victory without sacrifice, if they are allowed to advance, all of the things we're protecting get smashed to pieces, we have to make the hard choices in life, should I be the one to fall, I expect them to crawl over me and continue the fight..." He said to her.
"Funny... " Azura's mental stress and emotions got the best of her as she said something she quickly came to regret. "Damon seems to understand that and comes out on top regardless... even with fewer casualties."
"He thought as you did, patience on the heat of battle... he walked right in to their lines and obtained a higher casualty list, compared to the fight I take to my foes."
"You can't predict the future! You can't honestly say that your way is the only way that will work without more people dying!"
"Wrong! I can, predict, I can assume to, I can even say how I'm going to get up in the morning, what I'm going to do, and how I'm going to do it, and if I say I can get my ass over that mile long defense, then I'll do it with out question." He said to her patting her on the head.
"And what about how Damon's way would work, huh? You assume that we'd come to that without archers, without mages to push through the ranks and take them just as effectively!"
"The weak way... okay let met give you an example... What happens if you give the enemy time and patience?" He asked her leaning against her bed.
Azura growled and almost screamed. "That isn't the point! I'm saying Damon is willing to do everything you are without being as callous-"
"No I'm asking you, this is the point and I'm going to give you my mind set, you give the enemy the chance, they will surround and destroy... you don't give the tired, enemy army the chance to recover and formulate a trap to kill us.." Demon said to her.
"What, so you'd rather beat them into submission and take them as viciously as Takumi did with you and Felicia?!"
"You don't win a battle by just killing every single last one of them... how very sadistic of you Azura... I like it... You save both you, your men, and their lives by making them run in terror... fewer deaths." He said to her.
"… I honestly don't see how that's any different than what Takumi's doing in Hoshido. Gathering up forces, blast down the enemy, and kick them while they're down."
"Okay sweet heart... let me tell you this... same army... same size... Same equipment... yadda yadda bla bla... they collide, they slaughter each other... no survivors... Getting the bigger picture now, if and when we meet that army... they do not flee or cower because of weak strategy and poor planning... we'd lose this war very quickly... and never make it to Valla... your mother's death will be all for naught, this what we're doing will be for nothing, the blood in both Hoshido and Nohr, will be all for nothing... your little plan will be all for nothing." Demon said to her.
"… You dare bring my mother into this when it was your own father that tried to have you killed? When it was your own people that betrayed you and left you with nothing, yet you're clawing your way to the top largely without those tactics? When the very man we have to fight in the end could be your father as well? Like you said, you're a bastard. It's not like you know who your real mother and father were." Azura's eyes widened as what she said processed. "Demon... I-"
"You...little... bitch..." Demon snapped, as he raised his right hand.
Azura suddenly hollowed. "Go ahead... do it. Lower yourself to the level of the very people you plan to tear down... it's not like I mean anything in the long run anyway... Not after I hurt you so bad... Not after trying to deny you were, to an extent, right... hahaha... I guess neither of us are good people, are we?"
Demon looked down at her his fists clenching, his armor rattling and his face turning a light shade of red.
Woah, woah, woah, just calm down for a second, Demon. Yes, what she said was hurtful, but you can't honestly expect her to not retaliate when you bring up her dead mother. Neither can you say she's wrong about some points she's made either...
"Oh ho... you're going to regret saying that..." Demon said plainly as he cooled off.
"How so?" She questioned, tears freely falling down her face. "Abuse? Taking me while I'm not willing? Wait... you claim to be above both, don't you? Then again, I thought I was above hurting the man I love..." He just remained silent as he looked at her, watching her run circles over herself as she spoke. "Look at us... we're fighting like children over who's way is correct like small children... father would have slaughtered us if he saw us in such a state... although, so would you if we were the enemy..."
The silence Demon gave was deafening, his eyes pierced through her very soul, as he continued to stare at her. "Say something, damnit! What do you want me to do, apologize? Lay myself before you to ravish? Because I'll do either, nay, both for what I just said! I'm an awful person... I don't deserve you, Demon... not a single part of you..." Sobs escaped Azura's lips as she finally broke down, unable to say anything more.
Aaaaannnd vengeance complete...
Are you really just going to leave her crying there? Whatever happened to being a 'gentleman'?
Butt out, she's not off the hook, that only applies to women who are not... this... just this... whatever you want to call it strange...
Oh, come on man. You're me, whether you want to be or not. You and I both know she's learned her lesson and regrets it.
Yes and I am me... and you, you're just a haunting reminder of my past, now begone...
Demon moved his left hand on Azura's face, wiping away her tears.
You soft hearted Demon...
I'm not the sadistic monster that Takumi... that ass hat paints me as... I've matured over my experiences...
We've matured... or did you forget this afternoon?
You...no, I'm not even going to dignify that with a response... You're not another me, you're a decaying husk, an entity that won't stay silent, you're my living nightmare and I will have none of that, because I now take out of the best of what I am... I can finally move on from that... I can finally be free of that... and there isn't anyone to say otherwise, here on this Earth... or in the heavens...
And yet we're still talking. And just so you know, I've moved from that too, at least a little bit.
Evidently not.
Demon moved his thumb across under her eyes. "Wipe your tears, you're making a mess of yourself..." Demon said to Azura.
"Ha... that's a laugh... from what I've gathered, you haven't had the highest opinion of me from the start either... why do you care so much now?"
"That was because of your distrust of me, it was practically screaming on your face... and you're far too beautiful for you to cry." He said to her.
"You can't mean that... not after I said such hurtful things to you... not after losing my temper like that."
"Trust me... you could've said more." Demon stated to her kissing her forehead.
Azura froze at the contact and looked at the man with confusion. "You can't have forgiven me that easily... you hold grudges far too close to your chest for that... so why? Why comfort me so soon?"
"Pffft you know nothing songstress..." He chuckled to her with humor in his voice. "I get back evenly with those that have wronged me..." Demon said to her.
"So... what is this then?" She couldn't help but embrace him, her light blue hair draping over his shoulder.
"… It's a secret..." He began to chuckle.
"… You're planning something, aren't you?" She asked cautiously.
"Heh …... haahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahhahahahahahaha! " Demon hunched over holding his sides. "HEHEHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!" He nearly coughed out his lungs.
"Crushing me... Ribs hurting..." She wheezed as his arms clutched her against his armor.
"THIS IS SO PERFECT! IT'S EVEN BETTER THAN SCARLET LOSING AND WEARING THAT MAID OUTFIT!... and you can't even tell what I'm planning... or when I'll execute my plan." Demon said to her as he wiped his brow.
"Then what if I made it up to you before that?" Azura inquired, nimbly working the straps of his armor.
"Oh wow, trying to escape your fate?" He chuckled as he almost started to laugh again.
"You've escaped death many times before... so why not?" She tried to joke as another strap came loose.
*WHAP!*
Demon spanked Azura's ass, causing her to yelp and shriek from the action he just took against her. "Well now... if you were so eager to, I wouldn't have tried to be so discreet." The songstress blushed as she finished her work, the pieces of Demon's armor all coming undone with a quick flourish of her wrists, the breastplate's weight working against her hold as the rest of the armor fell apart onto the floor and bed. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice so my way of making things up to you wasn't as obvious... and I did have to do a bit of pickpocketing on the way over to Garon's castle, I thought I still had that touch... it would seem I no longer do, huh?"
Demon blinked in surprise as his armor fell away. "I'm not going to lie... I only spanked you because you were being too obvious word wise... I didn't feel my armor coming loose at all."
It was the princess's turn to be surprised. "Really? Huh... I guess I still got it then." The two shared a laugh before Azura started to strip. "But honestly... if you're willing to forgive me by doing this now... then so be it."
"Hmmm... I don't know... you're so very vulnerable... it'd be easy to just not to..." He said with a sadistic smile.
"While that is true, that also means it would only be easier to punish me." Azura's dress fell away, revealing creamy flesh with naught a scar or blemish on it. "No?"
"It would be absolutely perfect..." Demon said as he kissed her nose. "I'm a war-torn, scar riddled... bastard." He said to her rubbing her sides.
"This is true. But you're also the one of the sweetest person I know on most sides... excluding that pesky fourth of course. And honestly, if my curse left marks... well, I'd certainly be worse off than you," she admitted with a light laugh. "But that's beside the point... you probably want to make all this flesh as red as your fire, huh?"
"… no... That actually is Hinoka's fate... ha... I do feel bad for Selena.." He said as she took the brunt of the punishment.
"Having to take all that pent-up aggression..." A finger ran down Demon's cheek and neck, Azura's melodious voice now right in his ear. "That must have felt like hell itself..."
"Oh, I don't know... I made up for it to Selena... she's probably still thinking about it.." He smiled, while he planned for Hinoka's trap for Selena's payback.
"You're planning to jump her, aren't you?" Azura asked humorously. "Hinoka, I mean. And you plan on including Selena in your vengeance too."
"Now that would be telling..." He gave her a wink.
"Regardless, we're both getting off track." Azura's smallclothes were gone in seconds, her most private parts exposed to Demon in an instant. The pink of her nipples and virgin slit stood out against her flawless white skin, begetting almost all attention for a second. "We were getting to the part where I make things up to you, correct?"
"….. Azura... you really don't have to do this... I don't want to force you to something you aren't ready for../" Demon said to her, nearly kicking himself for saying such things.
A small, dainty finger silenced him, just as soft and uncalloused as the princess she was raised to be. "Well... like your own tactics, I have my own selfish reasons for doing this as well..."
Demon paused hearing that from her."….Did you just call my tactics selfish?" Demon asked her.
Azura smirked as Demon, a sight almost as foreign as his first glance of Hoshido. "Trying to have things both ways, subjugating those who speak against you like I am currently... that certainly seems selfish to me... or a muddied nobility since it's for the others and I, it's hard to tell at times." A gorgeous laughter met Demon's ears as the woman before him laughed. "But I'm only joking of course... mostly." Another smirk graced her face as she rubbed her lightly stinging rump. "Your tactics are more... vicious that selfish, my love." She punctuated her sentence with a quick kiss, nimbly stealing his shirt off of his scar worn body in the process.
Demon sighed moving his hands around her hips, turning her around and kissing the back of her neck. A sharp smack rang out as her butt flesh quivered, the woman letting out another scream. "Naughty girl, trying to call me selfish on top of all those other hurtful things you said," he teased, nipping at the lobe of her ear. "I'll teach you to say such things to your king again..."
Azura shivered as cool air breezed into the room, kissing the sting of her assaulted flesh and erect nipples. "Damon... my love..." She spun back around to kiss him again, her bare breasts pushing into him as their lips smashed together.
Several knocks came from the door. "Azura? Is it alright I come in?" Hinoka asked as she seemed nervous. "Selena and Damon are up to something, and I need your advice..." She said to her, while Demon paused turning towards the door.
A wicked idea sprouted in his mind and he whispered in Azura's ear. "Keep her busy... and expect two more to join us..." The songstress nodded nervously and quickly dressed again, Demon disappearing into the dragon realm for a moment. Demon reappeared in front of Selena and Beruka's room and pounded on the door. "Selena, open up or I'll shout your real name out loud!" Demon threatened as he banged on the door.
The red-haired mercenary flung the door open and looked at him unamused. "This better be good, Damon... I was prepping some things for our little... event with Hinoka."
Demon grabbed her face kissing her on the lips. "Oh, I know, and I know where she is right now... " He said to her with a vicious grin on his face.
Selena immediately matched him and chuckled grimly. "Just give me a moment..." Within seconds, the foreign beauty had a bag of goodies prepped and over her shoulder. "So, where is she and how are we getting to her? I'd prefer a stealthy approach so I can... well, you'll see."
"Azura's room..." He informed her pointing down the far end of the hall.
"Huh... no wonder you're shirtless." She stalked down the hall and silently pushed open the door. A quick scream was quickly muffled and Selena's haunting laugh started to fill the hall. "Oh Damon~! I have a gift for you~!"
Demon was in the room in a flash, though he almost knocked himself out on the door frame as he drunk in what was in front of him. Selena, Azura and Hinoka were laying on the bed nude... well, the term 'trapped' would better describe the latter of the three. The red headed princess of Hoshido was currently bound by her wrists and ankles with a cloth around her head, prohibiting her from uttering a word for help. The man grinned maliciously and shut the door behind him.
"Oh wow... Selena, you're good..." Demon said to Selena as he kissed her on the lips.
"You hang around Beruka as much as I do, you pick up a few things," she grinned with butterflies in her stomach. "I almost had to stop myself at her though... Azura's a tempting target."
"Well you deserve the praise..." He said as he sat right by her. "Well fair is fair, do you want to punish her first? After all you took from her?" He chuckled remembering that night well..
"While you do Azura right in front of us?" The mercenary started to drip nectar from her lower lips. "It would be my pleasure."
"Oh wow... you almost put Camilla to shame..." Demon said that to Selena as she was just shy reminding him of Camilla's level of perverse depravity.
"More like you for condoning such things," Azura tutted, her spindly fingers removing Demon's pants in a flash.
Meanwhile, in Camilla's room... aaa...aaha achoo! "Oh my...That was odd..."
"Those fingers are going to be the death of me, I swear it," the corrupt persona teased. He suddenly threw Azura to a wall and kissed her roughly. "But I'm not going to take you on the bed your first time... I think it'd be more fun to have them see every little thing this virgin does her first time."
Hinoka felt hot. Almost like she was in the middle of a bonfire. Not because she was in ropes and gagged by Selena of all people... well, not entirely anyway. This burning in her loins and chest was born of seeing her beloved's raging erection flopping right in front of a woman she had come to call sister. "Aww, look at this Damon!" Selena cackled as she pulled Hinoka's arms back painfully, revealing her dripping nethers. "Little Hoshidan prude over here seems to be eager to be with you! Too bad you're getting with her sister first..."
"Don't worry Hinoka, you're next... I'll be sure to be... somewhat gentle for your first time... like after Selena is done paying you back in full..." Demon said to Hinoka as he kissed Azura on the neck.
"And it will be long, gruesome, and oh, so painful," the Ylisslian hissed, dragging a paddle down the curve of Hinoka's butt cheeks. "My though, you and Lady Camilla really are opposites... I swear, this ass could rival her breasts easily..." A loud smack saw the owner of said ass tear up and let out a muffled scream. "I promise to make it as red as your hair by the time I'm done... every inch of it..."
Demon's member visibly twitched at the sounds. "You ready, Azura? Or would you rather a little more foreplay?" His rough hands gripped her ass tightly.
Hinoka wished he'd just hurry up and fucked her or she'd suffer longer under Selena.
"Hm... I suppose we should get it over with," Azura mock sighed and grinned at the tortured woman. "After all, I must show some mercy as a potential queen if you won't as king. So, that being said..." Her lower lips kissed the crown of Demon's cock and quivered.
"You better hope they finish quickly... Princess..." Selena said to Hinoka, smacking her ass in an almost teasing way. "Because right now... your ass is grass..." she hissed her left ear.
"Alright... we did promise these two a show, after all," Demon agreed before plunging into Azura, blood dripping down his rod and her lips onto the floor. The man almost came as the woman's wall pressed into him tightly. "Gods, DAMN! You're about as tight as those ropes on your sister right now... or at least, I assume so." Azura could only moan and gasp loudly as pleasure and pain took over her mind. Demon gave her an experimental thrust, making the songstress shriek as the rough stone walls scratched her back. "Well now, isn't this a surprise... that pretty little voice of yours is silent for once, love."
"D... Demon..." Azura murmured in pleasure.
Selena paused from punishing Hinoka, turning her attention to Azura. "Hey! Why you calling my man a demon?! It's Damon..." she barked at Azura, forcing her captive's face forward on the mattress.
"Relax, little consort of mine... it's merely a delusion of hers," he lied and groped the Vallan woman's breast while keeping a hand on her hip. He brushed his thumb over the erect nub of the pert mound and clamped his mouth down on hers, forcing his tongue in and exploring her small mouth. Azura's knees gave under the mind-numbing experience, now only being held up by Demon's thrusts and hand.
"Oh... that man... Damon, I hope you'll be as good to me later..." Selena panted at her lover, as she gripped Hinoka's burning ass. Said princess was visibly crying from the pain and want in her heart. Had she the strength otherwise, she would have at least tried to struggle or turn the tables on her bitch of a torturer.
The dragon king's mouth left Azura's and went for her ear. "You ready, Azura?" He whispered in a labored hiss. "Because you're going to get exactly what you deserve now..." With a wet plop, Demon took his dick out and sprayed his load up the woman's flat stomach and underside of her breasts. "You don't get to have my child quite yet. Perhaps at the week's end..." He gave Azura a last kiss on her cheek before gently letting her collapse on the floor. "Now then... what do we have cooking over here?" He shoved Selena away and flipped Hinoka over, tilting her chin up and undoing her gag before giving her a look over. "Sopping wet already, I'm impressed Noka... maybe you're not as much of a prude as we-" he was silenced by the Hoshidan princess's lips, her tongue hungrily exploring his mouth.
Demon broke her bindings around her wrists allowing her to have free movement of her hands. Those hands immediately went to his scar filled chest before wandering up to his strong arms and finally, his cheeks. "Less talking, more screwing you jerk," she demanded in a husky tone.
"Oh wow... heh... I'm sorry, Selena has already inherited the title of Tsundere..." Demon joked as he moved his left hand moved to her stinging red bottom and rubbing it tenderly.
"Don't care, just kiss me now!" She demanded deliriously.
Demon shrugged kissing her mouth, sucking on her lower lip. Selena's now free hands finally had a chance to toy with her snatch to her lover. "Damn jerk... you should've let her suffer more and take me first!" She huffed and squeaked as her fingers pumped her wet lips.
"I'll make it up to you Selena..." Demon said to his mercenary. His voice was again silenced by his sex hungry red head princess, who's crotch was now grinding against his in an attempt to make him erect again.
"You really want me... 'big sister,'" He teased Hinoka, as he rubbed her ass even more.
"Please," the Hoshidan pegasus rider begged as she felt his member grow, her lips quivering at his teasing words.
"How much?" He asked her as he lowered himself kissing her chest, then her stomach to the point where he was sucking her navel and traveling down to her crotch.
"I've been wanting you since I saw how much of a stud you became while I was gone," she panted hotly.
"You... Naughty girl..." Demon said as he kissed and licked the entrance of her lower lips. He couldn't help but notice she tasted like a peach.
"Kyah! Damon, little bro, take me now!" The princess begged, her lust driving her crazy.
"Shh quiet down, Elise might hear you... That's a whole new bag of trouble you don't want on you..." Demon said to her as he moved up to cover her mouth.
"I could care less," panted Hinoka, although a bit quieter.
"…. You say that now... but Elise is very... err... pervative in the sack.." Demon said to Hinoka kissing her neck.
"Then you might want to shut me up a bit quicker," the red head growled before grinding against him again.
"Oooo.. You sassy woman..." Demon said to Hinoka, while Selena puffed out her cheeks, as she thought she was the sassy one.
"Gods damn it Damon, I'm taking you now if it kills me!" She declared, impaling herself on his sword. "AAAAHNGH! SO GOOD!"
Demon held her head closer to his right side of his shoulder rubbing the back of her head as he rolled on his back getting her off her ass. "It's alright... let it all out.." Demon whispered to her as he kissed her neck.
"It hurts, little bro... but it feels like it's melting my mind and insides at the same time..." Hinoka panted lustfully.
"I know you wanted to do this with me since we were in the bath house back at the palace..." Demon said to her, licking her neck.
"I was hoping you'd just take me there, I wish you had now," she confessed in her lustful delusion.
"…. I would've if a certain sister and retainer didn't show up..." He joked as he grabbed her right hand.
"Enough talk... I just want this to never end," she whispered lustfully.
"…. I can do something that will make you laugh and then probably cry..." Demon said as he sucked on her right thumb.
"Try me..." She started to bounce a little, getting used to the monster inside her.
Demon sucked her right thumb reminding her that he used to do that when he was a toddler. He was her everything back then, she secretly loved him from the moment she saw him. Well, platonically at first, or so her father claimed... but then puberty hit her like a carriage full of stone and the dreams started coming. "You're right..." She admitted with a chuckle and tears in her eyes. "I... I can't believe you remembered that... that makes me so happy... NYAAAAGH!" Her walls convulsed as she came for the first time, showering her lover's hips in her juices.
"Geeze, you get off to the memory of your toddler brother sucking your thumb? How disgusting," Selena teased, already on her third.
"Shut up before I break you like you broke me," Hinoka growled viciously, her cheeks still stinging like a hornet stung them all over. "No... after all that, you deserve far worse. If I ever get my hands on you, I will treat you like a scythe to crop... no, like Camilla when she's pissed off and raring to go at the same time." The thought was enough to make the mercenary shudder for more than one reason. "Now shut the hell up before I make you, you damn slut!"
"Yeesh, Noka, take it easy... this is all in good pleasure," Demon soothed, brushing her short hair aside so he could see here fiery red and orange eyes better. "But if she ever insinuates something so vile in front of me again, I'll be glad to join yo-hnnngh!" The princess finally brought him to his limit, his sperm filling her womb to the brim.
"Damon... you're so warm..." She sighed contently, white excess dripping down her thighs and inner walls. "So tired... gonna take a nap, little bro..." The Hoshidan princess collapsed from pain and fatigue onto her lover's chest, snoozing carefree in seconds.
"Yikes... didn't think Noka of all people would be so vicious... or have that kink." Demon cursed his luck that he had someone on the older spectrum taking to Elise's kink, with a more fitting name to boot. "Now then, where were we..." He looked to an eager looking Selena and grinned viciously. "Remember when I said 'again', Severa?" The dragon king's hand slipped into the bad she brought and grabbed long leather strip and more rope. "Consider that never said. Your ass is mine for that comment!" He flipped the mercenary and tied her wrists to the bedposts, giving the strap a quick snap as he eyed the more pitiful of his plunders today. "Hm... not as plump as Noka's... but I'll make this work."
Scratching noises could be heard at the door. "DAAAAMMOOOON! LET ME IN! BIG BROTHER!" Elise cried out causing Demon to have a fear stricken face. "If we're quiet... she'll go away..." Demon said to Selena.
"Or I can scream and bring her in here quick- mmph!" Selena's teasing whisper was immediately silenced by her own slightly damp panties and a length of cloth.
"Pleeeaasse? I know you're in there!" The blonde princess cried out in the hallway huffing out knowing Damon was inside that room with Azura, Hinoka, and Selena.
"… Fine then..." He sighed, smirking as another rope found his hands. Demon wrentched open the door, tied Elise's hands over her head and slammed the door shut, forcing the diminutive Nohrian onto a chair. "If you really want me to have some fun with my little sister, then so be it. But, for being such a greedy little girl, you get to watch me punish a capital offender before I lay another finger on you." He snapped the leather strap again, sending another shiver down Selena's spine. "Now sit back, dear sister... and enjoy both of these punishments."
Selena tried to free herself really quick, but was rewarded with an angry welt on her back. "Damn... I just am not any good with ranged tools," the dragon king mock sighed with a predatorial grin. "Guess I'll have to start those fifty lashes over every time I miss..." The red head's eyes widened when he said that.
'Fifty?! I'll... I'll break long before then!' She mentally panicked, renewing her efforts to escape before another lash kissed her left butt cheek.
"Right on the money!" The sadistic man declared before he really started trying. "Now that's one... Two! Three! Four! Damn it, I missed..." He bent down to Selena's ear with a cocky grin, his member growing erect again. "Let's start from zero again, shall we?" Every strike from the strap was another wave of pain infused pleasure for the busty mercenary. Convulsion after convulsion, shock after shock entered and left her system until she eventually passed out, her ass covered in angry red welts with a dozen stray marks on her back and thighs. "One hundred and fifty two... not bad, my little succubus..." Demon kissed Selena on her cheek before removing her bindings and makeshift gag. He then turned to his fifth and (hopefully) final conquest that day. "Those are some nice clothes, little sister. It'd be a shame if they got all covered in your sweat, wouldn't it?"
"You... you wouldn't!" Elise shouted hysterically. "These are some of the clothes I actually like, big brother! And it takes forever to wash that smell of sex and sweat off of them! Please, I'm begging you, take them off first!"
Demon smiled hungrily as he struck oil. "Very well..." He swiftly removed her stockings and overwear, leaving just her blouse and panties on. "I'll take some of them off for you. Now then..." He nudged the flimsy cloth out of the way of his prize, moving to his captive sister's lap and lining himself up with her entrance. "Say 'ah', Elise..."
"Damon... honey, please don- AAAH!" The blonde woman couldn't help the shriek that tore out of her mouth as he plunged into her.
I love her so much... Heh.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying this...
Demon moved his hands around the back of her head leaning her forward as she was brought up to his lips. "This is what happens when you interrupt big brother, Elise," he teased, moving his hand under her shirt to fondle her petite tit. "You get punished for it."
"I-I'm sorry, big brother," Elise panted as lust clouded her mind, her and Demon's juices soaking her underwear. "I promise not to do it again."
Demon froze hearing her voice, and her apology, something in his heart just ticked. He took a moment for him to come to realize that he didn't want to harm Elise. The man unbound, her picking her up and sitting on the chair with her sitting on his lap. "No... I'm sorry for bringing you into my perversions like that... but you're keeping the clothes on."
Her cheeks puffed out as she pouted at him, shifting on his lap to get comfortable. "Mean big brother, that's what you are... making your little sister feel so helpless..." The blonde's dazzling smile took over her face again as she kissed the man she was sitting on. "Still, I forgive you! Just like I always will!"
Demon legitimately felt bad for taking Elise now, feeling that all her lust and perversion towards him was naught but an illusion for a brief moment. For a brief moment, it was like she was the same bastion of innocence that he grew up with, seemingly untouched by all of the hatred, malice and corruption that accompanied the vast majority of those who lived in Nohr. That she was comforting him after a particularly grueling training session, as she usually did when Camilla could not, instead of getting ready to attempt having his child again. A stray tear, made up of both sorrow of those days now gone and joy knowing she was still the same peppy and happy little light he knew and loved, streaked down his face like a bolt of lightning. The man was at a loss for words for a moment before taking the frail girl into his arms. "I don't deserve someone as bright and kind as you," he mumbled, running his fingers through the tightly braided drills that made up Elise's hair.
"Aw, don't say that, honey," the princess cooed softly, giving her lover that same innocent, happy smile that earned her fame both in the palace and among Nohr's people. "You might be a little rough around the edges, but it's not like you'd ever actually hurt me on purpose... well, maybe unless I asked you to anyway." Though something at the back of her mind knew that even then, the dragon king before her probably still wouldn't be able to raise a hand to her outside of foreplay.
"Heh... same joking Elise," Demon chuckled lightheartedly. "You might not be as innocent as I recall, but you're no masochist like Beruka and Selena. And even then, I could never harm you like that... well, outside of a bit of spanking, of course." He playfully tapped her bottom, using nowhere near enough force to cause her harm though.
Elise giggled lightly and looked at her lover with not an iota of lust in her deep purple eyes; only pure love and devotion. "You're such a naughty man, Damon." The Nohrian princess punctuated her sentence with a chaste kiss before starting to bounce on his hips gently. "But I love you all the same, weird quirks and all. After all, you accepted my own freaky kinks for me, even if you're trying to get me to quit them."
He gave the younger woman a devilish smile and gently started to caress her small thighs and back. "They might make me a bit uncomfortable, but it's not like you're asking me to do something abhorent or anything like that."
"Errrmm... What would you consider Abhorrent?" Elise asked Demon, causing him to pause.
"That's a little hard to say without grossing us both out and ruining the mood..."
"… Oh, come on honey... I know you have some dark kinks yourself..." She giggled kissing him on the nose.
"Well, if I must be honest... there's my spanking thing, but you already know of that."
"Pffftt... That's not dark, that's natural to do..." Elise said to Demon, hugging his body.
"Maybe so... But what about doing it with one of you as a dragon?" He questioned.
Elise's eyes widened hearing that. "…... You want to... Do that?" Elise asked Demon.
"Not exactly, after all I can do that with Lilith without worry since she can do the same," he joked lightheartedly. "I'm only giving you examples, love."
Elise was trying to compare the size of both Demon's dragon form and Lilith. "H-how would that work? You'd crush her, her ethereal form is way...way..Way! Smaller than yours..." Elise informed him.
"If what I do remember is accurate, she's grown to larger sizes before," the corrupt persona replied. He suddenly grit his teeth as the younger princess's bouncing finally started to get to him. "She- she'll be fine in the end though, I promise you that much. I'd never hurt any of you in such a way."
"….. Eeerrr so you want to... go in your... dragon form and... do that to...to... Umm... me?" She asked him.
"Of course not, Elise," he smiled at her, brushing a few stray hairs away from her face. "As I said, it was only an example."
"Okay... anything else?" She asked while Demon thought, he did have a few... some of them were very... lewd or odd to say the least.
"Uh... well... yeah one..." Demon sighed, chuckling while he tried not to think about it.
Elise gave him a comforting smile and leaned in close. "Oh, come on, big brother. The others are asleep and you need only whisper it to me... it'll be our little secret, promise."
"One for One... you tell me one that I don't know and I'll trade you that one..." Demon joked a bit, though in all seriousness he was telling the truth, there was no way Elise could have as many as he could.
The blonde princess blushed a bit as she started to whisper. "Well... you know I have a thing for forbidden romances, brother sister relations in particular..."
"... how far does your incestuous kink go?" Demon asked Elise, patting her on the head.
"Not enough to force it on our children in the future, that much I'll tell you."
"Not even... Max..." He stated knowing that was technically her nephew... sort of.
"Any of our children that fall for him is entirely coincidental. I'm not going to sic any of our daughters on him," she promised
"…. Oh … good... for a second I thought I was going to have to bend mountains to please you..." Demon breathed out in exhaustion and relief.
"But, that's not the one I was going to tell you more about, you already know about it... honestly, the thought of being swollen with child kind of makes me feel a little hot," the princess confessed.
"Ha... That ain't dark sweetie..." He commented on as he kissed her neck.
Elise gasped, the rush of her ministrations with Demon up to that point almost making her burst at the simple contact. "Well... yours doesn't have to be either then..."
"I guess I should have to tell you one of my dark kinks then..." He said to her. "Making Love in public... that's one." A blush grew on his face at his confession.
"Oh... so that's what counts as 'dark' then," she sighed, starting to feel light headed as her mental dam cracked further at their gentle lovemaking.
"Example... I'd fuck you on the beach we used to go to..." Demon whispered in to her right ear.
Elise gasped slightly as she felt herself cum a bit from his hot breath tickling her ear. "That's hardly public, the only people that honestly go there is us...
"Oh, you want me to fuck you in front of an audience..." Demon joked as he lightly slapped her bottom.
"Please, like you'd let any other horn dog see us like this," retorted the blond princess.
"...Try me..." He smiled as he kissed her on her cheek.
"It's your kink, if you wish to try it, I won't stop you... but I'd be lying if I said the thought doesn't turn me off a bit... any who, now that I have an example of what's 'dark', I can give you an honest answer." Her face scrunched up in concentration, making the Nohrian belle look even cuter than usual. "… You have to promise not to judge me and acknowledge I'm only talking about a fantasy before I tell you..."
"Get on with it woman..." He joked as he looked her in the eyes.
Elise gulped cutely and blushed like an active volcano before letting it out in a whisper. "I... I overheard Flora lamenting over how... soft she got after pregnancy and couldn't help but think about it myself... her figure getting fuller, how tight her uniform felt at first... and I... should the opurtunity should ever arise under father's eye... wanted to try it for myself."
"…. Ugh... that's not really... Dark... uh I'd say go crazy..." Demon chuckled as he kissed her forehead.
"… it felt dark to me..." She mumbled meekly, burying her red as rust face in his chest.
"Not even close... " He chuckled again.
"So... you wouldn't mind?" Elise asked nervously, nibbling on her nails.
"Just... be easy on the baby, you could hurt him or her if the clothing is too tight." Demon said to Elise.
"Even if the weight after settled in more... undesirable areas than Camilla or Flora?" Her blush deepened and she was now openly biting on her lip and nails.
"Go ahead, Elise, it's your body..." Demon said to her as he kept his list unrevealed.
Tears of embarrassment and joy welled up in her eyes as she kissed her lover on his cheek, then his lips. "Thanks, honey... of course, I'm going to hold off on doing such things until after the war... don't want to compromise a mission because my clothes felt too tight, right?" She let out a hollow laugh and hugged him tightly, all other movement on her behalf stopping entirely. "I love you so much, Damon... your tolerance, the kindness you show us all, the fact that you actually love us instead of thinking of us as trophies or notches on your belt... I'm glad in this world full of people, you were the one I fell in love with." The princess couldn't help but kiss him again and rest against Demon's chest contently. "I don't want this to end, honey... if you want to finish, go on ahead... either way, I'm content just staying like this for now."
"Well I could go through my list..." Demon said to her holding her close to his chest.
"Go ahead... maybe one of them is mine that I just didn't think dark," she joked with a content smile.
Huh... that's a first...
"Nah uh... one for one like I said, I'd like to know more about you Elise... your true dark side..." As he hugged her body.
"Alright then..." The short princess straightened up and started listing things off. "I liked it when you were spanking me our first time, not that much though... I've entertained the thought of giving you a sip if our baby doesn't suck me dry first... doing it with you fully clothed is one of them funny enough, I just liked the clothes I had on today..."
"…. Okay... let me give yo another Example... Your incest kink... is a taboo... so stuff that is frowned upon most societies...That stuff." He informed her.
"Hm... let me think... would doing it with the risk of being caught count, like blowing you under the dinner table? Or with you and Camilla, or Hinoka and that other Hoshidan girl? Or even just one of them?" She asked curiously.
"…. Oh wow... Elise, that's good." Demon was surprised at Elise's creativity.
"Really?" A blush was now on her face again. "I wasn't trying that hard..."
"Got more?" He asked leaning closer to her licking her nose.
"Hey, no fair!" She pouted at him, shifting slightly to get comfortable. "You said you'd give me a few in turn!"
"One for One, and you just answered my last one, I'll give you the next one for your next one..." Demon said to Elise.
"Fine... If I have to pull out the big guns... I've thought of what would happen if you were 'big sister' instead of 'big brother' a few times." The princess turned away her gaze and squirmed at the awkward feeling in her chest. "Does that count at all? How about being forced into something with you or something like that?"
"…. You want me to go get Camilla?" He asked poking her shoulder.
"Not like that, you dummy!" Whined Elise as she lightly pounded his chest. "I meant if you were born a girl instead of a boy..."
"I ain't a girl..." He said to her. "Do you see any boobs on me?" He joked.
"It's a fantasy, it doesn't have to be real! I just gave you plenty of both normal and dark stuff, at least deliver on some of it..."
"I'm telling Camilla..." He teased her.
"Then I'll tell her you want to do it in front of the populace of the capital," she countered.
"When did I say that dummy..?" He asked her. "It's public not audience... she'd actually want that, so you're hurting your case." He said to her.
"… Did you get a teasing kink from big sister and this is your way of telling me, or are you just kidding around?" The troubadour asked softly. "Either way... you still need to keep your promise, big brother..."
"Okay... so my next one... in a lake... that's all I'll say, and you know what I mean." He joked, as he wiggled his eyebrow.
"You want to do it underwater?" She asked coyly.
"Yes, and above water." He said to her.
"Well... it's not like Flora and Felicia's magic will make that a problem." Elise let out a light laugh that sounded to Demon like the chime of a quiet bell. "You know... there is a lake near the fortress of Cheve... we could go there after we take it and make that dream a reality, my love..."
"Heh... You'll have to wait, Scarlet wanted to have a long night with me after I liberate her home..." Demon informed his 'sister'.
"I can be patient, Damon," the young princess nodded understandingly. "I did wait almost a year to come out to you, after all. One night without you isn't going to kill me. Actually, if the stiffness in me is any indication, you're still raring to go. If you finish up soon, I'll tell you something I learned in town today." She rubbed the spot where she felt Demon's cock was resting inside of her, stimulating the organ and massaging her inner walls. "I'd tell you now, but... well, why ruin the moment?"
"Heh... I'd say go for it and tell.." Demon said to Elise.
"Garon's using rapid deployment tactics to send troops to Cheve," she informed him somberly. "We have half the time we had before to head them off and take the base, and only a few days until your heat comes left. After that, we'll only have two weeks to get there without major casualties. However, I think we can still liberate at least one more place before we need to head for the border fortress, maybe two if we're quick."
"….. I'll have to bring it up with the others..."
"Actually, that village isn't too far away... only a half day's journey from here, actually. If we do a vote at dinner and prepare beforehand, we can probably make it there and back to Volkern before mating season." Elise placed a finger to Demon's lips, knowing what he was likely to ask. "I contemplated becoming a strategist before that day in Hoshido... I wanted to be as much help to you as possible when we got you back. All that studying for it gave me a bit more insight on mobilizing troops and the like, so putting that estimate together was no problem, honey." She took her finger off Demon's lips so he could respond.
"… How about we take this to the bed, wake these four up and start cooking dinner, just the two of us?" He offered with a devious smile.
"I think I'd like that," she nodded in agreement, wrapping her legs around the scarred man so he could carry her over to more comfortable surface. "But if you don't mind, I'm honestly not too in the mood right now. But that doesn't mean I'm not willing to help you out, big brother." The moment they were on the bed, Elise dismounted and wrapped her petite hand around the throbbing member. "So, which would you rather? Me rubbing you out for you, or grabbing a quick snack before dinner? That didn't sound weird at all, did it?" Dark purple eyes looked at Demon with worry and curiosity. "I was trying to sound a little vague, hopefully sexy in a way for you, but-"
"You're fine, Elise," he comforted her, mentally going wild as he fingers clamped around his rod. "Don't try doing anything you aren't comfortable with. You're fine as is. But if I had to choose between them, I'd like to see how you handle a rod that isn't made of metal or wood for once."
The petite woman smiled mischievously and started working her fingers up and down the meaty appendage clumsily, trying to find a grasp and speed that she thought Demon would like. Her nimble hands quickly found their rhythm though, sending the dragon king wild in seconds. "Please, rods are my specialty," she boasted before licking and kissing the crown of his member. "Although, I've never really enjoyed using one as much as this." The Nohrian princess squeaked as white painted her hair and face, the man's already excited cock blowing up from the stimulation.
"Guah..." Demon huffed out as he clenched his fists, breathing heavily.
"Well... I guess that answers if I did alright," she laughed, picking some of her lover's spunk and tasting it quickly. "Hm... salty... well, I guess I should go wash off and dress before dinner then." Elise licked off whatever was in the vicinity of her lips and gave her lover a quick peck before skipping off.
Oh yeah... Max probably will need to get away from his girl, I don't want him to regret if he hurt her, by mistake...Pent up frustration, rage, and Desire.
"Gaaah... my back and hips are killing me..." Azura groaned and clutched her head tiredly before noticing the state she was in. "Oh, right... Demon and I..." A blush grew on the songstess's face as memories came flooding back in. That blush only grew seeing the man in question and noticing the stains on her stomach and breasts. "Did I... do alright, my love?"
"For your first time? I give it an eight out of ten," the corrupt persona evaluated with a teasing grin. "I prefer my women to be a bit more vocal when we make love. Makes things feel a little more intimate, like we aren't just doing it to do it."
"I'll keep that in mind," she nodded before grabbing a few towels and her clothes. "I'm going to wash off for now then. I suggest you have the others do the same." Azura kissed Demon softly before heading for the bath house. She did however pause and give him a playful look. "I am, however, looking forward to comparing how Damon does with this, Demon." She gave him a small giggle before rushing off.
"Yeesh... I'd actually take offense to that if she wasn't joking," he sighed before noticing something critical. He was still nude and the door was open. After a quick moment to dress in casual clothes, he gently started to shake Hinoka awake, clear and white substances staining her otherwise perfect thighs. "Noka... Noka, wake up..."
"Mmmn... Damon?" The red headed Hoshidan noble groggily looked around before finding the object of her affections and smiling. "Good morning, little bro. Or night... whichever it is..." She unsteadily got to her feet and accepted an offered towel from the man. "Thanks. Going to need to wash all of this off, huh? I didn't do anything... weird during our first time, right? Outside of calling you little bro and all that of course."
"Outside of that and threatening to practically torture Selena? No, not really." Demon gave the Pegasus rider a hot kiss and checked her abused cheeks really quick. Slightly red, but nowhere near as bad as they were when he got to her. "Just clean yourself up for now, Noka. I'm treating you to some of my Nohrian cooking tonight. Any preferences? Meat, vegetables?"
"We usually eat grains in Hoshido, as well as fruits and meats. Can you think of anything like that?" The red headed princess bent at the waist to grab some of her clothes with a grin, knowingly giving Demon an eyeful of her strongest asset.
"Oh wow, you must not know of Nohr Cuisine... " Demon joked as he patted Hinoka on the head.
"Not much... even with what I did know, I made a substitute Hoshidan dish," she admitted.
"Regardless, I think I have an idea on what to cook," he smiled, kissing her cheek and giving her a light pat on her ass on the way out. "Look forward to it, it will be my masterpiece!"
"Whatever you say, Damon!" The Hoshidan princess laughed, making her way down the hall with a slight sway to her hips until she turned a corner.
"Now then... how to wake you up?" The dragon king asked himself as he approached Selena. "Selena... Selena... SELENA YOUR KIMONO IS ON FIRE!"
"No, not my keepsake!" She blurted out and launched to her feet, gasping as the welts on her butt started to sting from the sudden movement. "Damon... that was cruel and you know it."
"Yeah yeah, just clean the smell of your sex off of you before dinner, Elise and I are cooking tonight," he laughed and tossed a towel to the unamused mercenary.
"Really? What are you two thinking of cooking?" She asked, tying the towel around her bust and covering her lady parts.
"Debating whether to make some ribs, bread and apple pie or pork with mixed vegetables and cake for dessert." He kissed Selena quickly and patted her on the head.
"Go for the ribs and bread, but make an apple fruit cake for dessert," the Ylisslian beauty compromised with a growing blush.
"Sounds good to me," Demon nodded before washing his face off. "Alright, I best get ready to cook... and you best not smell like sweat and lady juices at dinner."
"Fine, fine, I'm going," the resident tsundere huffed before heading out. She gave Demon a last kiss in passing though, as well as a light slap on his shoulder. "That was a jerk move not even trying to take me though."
"Call it your punishment for implying something as screwed up and disgusting as pedophilia," he countered.
"… Fair enough." Selena was rushing down the hall a second after, her twin tails whipping and flying behind her. The corrupt persona chuckled for a moment before he finished getting dressed and headed for the kitchen.
Well that was a bumpy afternoon. A fight with Azura somehow turned into sex with her and three others. Hey, you don't have to answer this, but seeing you be so gentle with Elise made me question something. You're basically my obsession to protect, rage and viciousness all rolled into one, but you clearly share my view in that being a brute isn't always the best way. And you've seen that I've learned being patient and passive won't always work either. So why are you trying so hard to be the dominate personality when I've proved I can make either decision easily? Wait... something seems off. I... am I the only one right now? I guess that 'melding' thing only happens when I'm at peace. But I can't help but wonder if there's a more permanent solution...
Daemon shook the thoughts from his head and sped towards the kitchen with renewed vigor, nearly barreling into Elise as he flung open the door. "Woah, honey!" She laughed as she finished tying off an apron. With her current clothes on, it almost looked like a maid uniform. "If I knew you were that excited to cook with me I would have finished washing up sooner. So, what're we going to make?"
"Feel like having apple fruit cake, ribs and bread tonight?" He asked with a grin on his face.
Elise's face could have lit up a room with how happy she looked. "Oh my gods, yes! It's been forever since we've had cake! And we haven't made bread together in years! This is going to be so much fun!"
"Can Peri help at all?" The cavalier asked from the kitchen door, overhearing the princess's gushing. "She can help prepare the meat while you two do the other things."
Daemon was silent for a moment before turning to his 'little sister'. "Do you mind, Elise?" He asked her calmly.
"Sure, I don't like preparing meat too much anyway," the blonde nodded, tying her drills behind her head. "Too bloody in my opinion. I'd rather get covered in flower and frosting like the old days!" Elise dragged her lover to a table and started gathering ingredients as Peri passed with a preserved carcass in hand.
"Hey... you feel different, lord Demon," she commented and dropped the meat on the opposing table, her back to him as she started cutting. "You feel more at ease than usual, but on guard at the same time."
"For a moment yeah... I feel, like we got this in the bag..." Daemon said feeling adrift from everything that has happened... Like nothing could move him out of place. Sure, there was a war to fight, but this time not only was the objective in sight, but he knew what he had to do and not sacrifice his morals to do so.
"Of course we do, silly!" Peri giggled as she started pulling apart the cadaver with an assortment of knives and tongs. "With you leading us, why wouldn't we? Peri has faith that you'll get us through this ok!"
"We're making ribs tonight, Peri, don't tear it apart completely!" Elise reminded her as she placed the ingredients for bread down first. "But she is right, you know? You've been through so much, but not once have you gone against your morals, honey. You've come close a few times, but we pulled through the same way we used to! Hell, I'd say even better than before then!" The princess and her dragon started mixing the ingredients together, almost perfectly in synch with each other. "And hey, even if things looked bleak from a war standpoint, and they aren't so far, there's so much good happening right now that I'd be surprised if you weren't at peace! You've got Camilla and I back, we've made some great friends, you have at least one new baby on the way, you've found and made up with your son... I think the only bad times we've had so far were you getting hurt, and you've learned from those mistakes!"
"Most of them..." The two women looked at him with worry and shock in their eyes before Daemon gave them a comical grin. "Arrow are still the bane of my existence! When I become king, I shall have every bow and arrow snapped in two and burned in dragon fire!" The three shared a laugh before getting to the nitty gritty of things. Peri with her seasoning, and the couple pounding the bread.
Demon's right hand twitched as he heard a sharp whisper. 'Power...'
"Are you alright, lord Daemon?" The cavalier asked him.
"Daemon?" He asked Peri. "That's...ugh that's combining my name and title..." He groaned as it was combining it made no sense.
"So why does it bother you? I think it makes sense to a degree."
"It's just silly and unnecessary... Look... just call me Damon, one is a title, the other is a name..." He explained to her as he got back to cooking.
"Alright... Peri just thinks it sounds nice is all."
"Besides you like calling me Damon, and I prefer that, because Daemon... is just a new title and or name I'm not used to." He continued to explain to her.
"Ok... just tell me if you change your mind, alright?" Peri gave him what would have been a sweet smile if not for the animal blood all on her front and face.
"…. I need to speak with Scarlet..." Demon said as he stopped what he was doing. "Peri take over please." Demon ordered her.
"But what about the cake?" Elise asked with frosting tubes in her hands.
"I'll be right back, I promise," Demon said kissing her on the forehead.
"Alright... ten minutes! I'll be putting all the bread in the oven by then, so that's when we'll start the cake!" She declared.
"Go crazy little sis..." Demon winked at her, as he made his way to Scarlet's room.
A knock on the door brought Scarlet out of her tactics book. "Come in!" She shouted, brushing blonde strands of hair away and readjusted her clothes.
Demon moved inside her room, smiling seeing his Chevlian knight and lover. "Hey, Scarlet," he greeted, closing the door behind him.
"Oh, hey lover!" She cheered, rushing over to hug him until she saw the flour. "Getting busy in the kitchen, huh?" Scarlet took a moment and studied his facial expression... he had something to tell her. "Alright, spill. What's getting under your skin now?"
"My crimson love... you might want to sit down..." He said to her as he pulled out a chair for himself.
"Heheh, that's a new one... but I like it," she smiled and sat on her bed, next to her thick tome. "I'm listening." Demon took a few minutes explaining to Scarlet what was occurring in Cheve, the movements and planning that Garon had for Scarlet's country. "Damn... well, I can't say I didn't expect this... but this definitely complicates things in a month."
"By the time we finish our conquest and liberation through the western regions... Cheve will be fortified and defended... there will be many losses.." Demon said to her rubbing her hands.
"So... why not follow Elise's advice and simply take the border point before they have a chance?"
"Tha... Scarlet that report was two days ago, Elise only just confirmed it now, they have their army in there and will start raping Cheve's masonry and stones to build their defenses, they're digging in as we speak, and should be fortified by the end of this month." Demon added on to his report.
"Hey... chin up, lover." Scarlet kissed him and gave him an optimistic grin. "They still need time to do that. We can make it in a month if we try hard enough."
(Corruption Low: risk roll...)
Demon gripped her hands gently yet firmly. "Scarlet, my Knight... my love... my queen... all you need to do is ask me and I'll raise an army for your country... I swear it, I will do what I can to save them before they're subjected any further." Demon promised her.
"Damon... I don't need you to conscript children at the moment."
"I'm not conscripting children... that wouldn't be necessary... I can gather what support we have and levy a force in Volkern... I can rush Cheve remove the stationed forces and throw them out of the country side." Demon promised.
The blonde wyvern rider was silent for a moment before finally responding. "Kaze is setting up supply lines by now, right? So, how about a compromise? We use them once finished to rally our forces, but gain some extra footing beforehand by taking Elise's advice on the town?"
"Scarlet... I, well... All I'm saying is the more time we spend not working towards Cheve... by the time we reach it, we can expect heavy casualties." Demon said as he was not used to siege warfare yet, as he has never sieged a castle.
"If we wait too long, Damon. I've seen how they fortify a place before, and that month will be put to good use. But, until they're finished, they'll be on guard, but weakened."
"And if you're wrong? What is Cheve known for?" Demon asked Scarlet.
"We're known for our stone quarries, yes, but don't you think Elise factored that in with her estimate?"
"Yes... Scarlet, Cheve Stone works, fed defenses to all of Nohr's important settlements. Do you know why?" He asked her.
"I've been a bit more focused on saving my home rather than what it does if I'm to be honest," Scarlet admitted sheepishly.
"…. Well... let's just say this, we don't have catapults in our inventory... and once they're done with the walls... Catapults aren't going to cut it. By the time we get in range, they'd be destroyed... we need trebuchets... and I don't have the schematics to have them built." Demon explained the siege warfare blocks he knew of.
"… So you're saying is we don't have the time to get the weapons we need... damn..."
"By the time we get, Trebuchets... they'll be bunkered down and won't allow anyone near the border of Cheve." Demon sighed as he rubbed his head in frustration.
"Which means we either launch now or liberate more in hopes we can scrounge something up."
"There is also... another option." Demon was afraid to tell her.
"I'm listening."
"…. We starve them out..." Demon said cutting of Cheve from supplies.
"Take the supply lines from Nohr to Cheve and wait for them to die or surrender... dirty, but effective."
"...it's never that simple... I... well let's just say in ancient Nohr... this has happened before. First the supplies start running out, then they're forced to grow food within their cities... that won't last as irrigation would be a nightmare... by the time starvation sets in as there is no food to give out... rioting, looting, …... Cannibalism..." Demon explained the horror of liberating an empty city.
"It'd destroy Cheve... damn it... we can't take that option unless it's the worst cases scenario!"
"Like I said that is what... 'could' happen, I don't know if they're stubborn enough to succumb to it, and not just sally forth... maybe it will happen, maybe it won't, though I'm just explaining what would happen if we chose that and the worst case scenario happened." Demon said to her.
"Well... it probably won't be as bad at least... Cheve has far more farm land than Nohr, so the worst case is that there's heavy rationing and-"
"Dear... Winter is approaching, supplies will be slow in Cheve..."
"Damn it! Hang on... hang on, hang on, hang on... we're still in eastern Nohr, yeah? Where's a map?"
"Midland actually, Kovern is nearing the border of several settlements."
"I meant our capital, Volkern, sorry about that," the blonde said off handedly as she rummaged through her drawers.
"No... I mean Kovern is the next settlement near the undercity... This place has several dozen tunnel networks leading to several settlements, though the tunnels are old and run down." Demon read the schematics of Volkern knowing that the under city was big and old.
"Aha!" Scarlet laid out her own map. "Let me see... we're closest to Fort Dragonfall, right? And Volkern is around the Poacher's Forest?"
"Yes? What's your idea?" Demon asked looking at her map.
"We take a port nearby Volkern, commandeer some boats. We use those to sail into Cheve, we have the element of surprise. We can wipe out the commanding officer Garon put in charge and sweep through any areas that were fortified if we hit hard and fast."
"….. That actually could work, but know not the security of the incoming ships for Cheve, will our boats be stopped before we hit dock?" Demon asked Scarlet.
"Decoys, love." She kissed him quickly and grinned. "Decoys. Your scales would resist minor and decent sized shrapnel, right? Can you imagine what would happen if the leader of this new resistance was seen leading a fleet of ships? The whole security detail would try to swarm you and you'd be overrun, easy. But what if the hull of the other ships were full of explosives and oil instead of supplies, weapons and troops? You're immune to fire, your scales repel the shrapnel, and dragons are apparently excellent swimmers... a few good blasts of fire would ruin them."
"In short... You want me to blow myself up?" He asked Scarlet.
"If we can't find a dark mage to cast an illusion of you so you can set them off from our own ships... only once we're sure you won't be hurt in the process. Something to test next time you train in dragon form... hey, didn't you have a bet to win involving that or something? And what about the cooking. It's been like, eight minutes since you got here."
"No, we don't have time to … wait... you know what, yeah I'll lead the decoys blow up their security and escape in the water..." Demon liked the idea of the plan of action, sure he'd be taking risks but they needed to capture Cheve. "But there is another problem..." Demon said to Scarlet.
"We'll discuss it at dinner, along with our current plan," she smiled at him.
"Wait... it's important... there is already a fortified garrison there... knights... Crossbows, riders, spearmen, archers, calvary, siege equipment... we need to rally enough soldiers to take them out, because if we cause that explosion, everyone will be alerted." Demon said to her.
"Do you forget your wife to be is leader of the Chevlian resistance?" Scarlet smirked at him.
"True... if they hadn't disarmed them already..." He groaned as he followed Scarlet out.
"Relax, we have a bunch of different hideouts and caches all over the country. We won't be met with bad gear and farmers on our side, I promise you that much. By the way... what's cooking smells great, but nothing's out yet. Why's that?"
Demon's eyes widened as he remembered his promise to Elise. "Oh crap, dessert!" The dragon shifter tore towards the kitchen again, dead set on keeping his word to Elise. He burst through the door with a loud bang, Peri reflexively throwing a knife at the door, the blade embedded in the wood. "Sorry I'm late, Elise! I lost track of time ta-"
"Honey, it's alright," Elise laughed, tapping a stick covered in the substance on Demon's lips before sucking on it herself. She licked her lips once it was gone, tossing the wood in the fire under the stove. "I just had a snack after putting the bread on, you didn't miss anything."
"Good... now let's bake the best damn cake any of these people will eat in their lives," he sighed before smiling at the smaller woman.
"Right! I already have the ingredients out, so let's get cooking!" Time passed, and the cake was almost done when a voice was heard by the door.
"Oh my... just what are my adorable Brother and sister doing here hmmm?" Camilla in her nightwear asked as she moved over to the two.
"We're making a cake! It'll be the first time a few of these people had one!" Elise cheered.
"A cake..." She said as she looked at the frosting on Demon's lips. Moving her left index finger she wiped it off and licked it. "mmmm... is it going to be strawberry short cake?" She asked getting awfully close to Demon.
"Actually, we're using strawberry frosting," her younger sister corrected. "It's an apple fruit cake, but we needed some more fruity tastes to actually call it that. We got a few peaches from Lilith and used some oranges in it as well!"
"Mmmm... sounds heavenly... " She leans in to Damon wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "I wouldn't mind lathering you in some whip cream and licking it off you... or you could do it to me..." She teased Demon, nibbling his left ear.
"… Nah, I'd rather make that fading tan darker again with chocolate, maybe caramel," he retorted, biting at the nape of her neck. "Some to think of it, you should be getting cravings soon, right? You think little Kana will have a sweet tooth?"
"Oh, I can absolutely assure you she will... I'm sorry I wasn't here to help you get started on the cake... I would've made your favorite, Damon... Angel food Cake... " She said as she got in closer to him.
"Hahaha... Angel food for a Demon!" Peri laughed. "That's funny, lady Camilla, but in a good way! That's called irony, isn't it?"
A metalic set of footsteps could be heard, as a knight in Demon's tabard approached. "Your Highness... I bring word from the south." He bowed his head moving his left arm on his chest.
"Proceed," Demon sighed, knowing it wasn't likely to be good.
"Scouts have returned sire, your brother Leo has been spotted ammassing a large army, moving near the midlands. He is accompanied by several dozen Nohrian officers, including that vile man Iago." The Knight reported.
So I was right...
"Peri told me as much was likely... but Garon would be heading for the north or south to get to Hoshido quicker..." He mused.
"Sire that's not all... " The knight handed him a letter. "Our scout was captured by Prince Leo's forces and was given this letter to be handed to you only." The knight reported.
Demon tore open the letter with a knife and started to read through it.
Dear Brother,
I know not if you're alright or not, but father has ordered me to move forward to the midlands... he's been acting strange recently and has been unnerving several dozen officers, including Xander who is rapidly losing resolve knowing something is wrong. We need to talk as soon as you can. If you wish to, I'll meet you alone west of the trading hub by Fort Dragonfall, not too far into the Woods of the Forlorn.
Your brother, Prince Leo
P.S. on the event of my delay, then something went wrong... bring your army as we will have to meet together in front of our troops if that happens.
This was defiantly Leo's hand writing, and from the looks of it, it was written in a rush, probably to escape Iago's eyes. "What's it say, big brother?" Elise asked worriedly. "You seem happy."
"…... I... I think Leo is trying to defect..." Demon said as his morale was just skyrocketing, seeing the pieces of his family coming back together.
"Well, assuming the smarter twin's notice didn't draw anyone in, we have our dark mage," Peri smiled. "It will be good to see Prince Leo again too."
"Beg pardon sire... there is more." The Knight said to Demon.
"Choose your next works carefully..." Camilla tutted. "You wouldn't want to ruin Damon's mood."
"….. Our scouts in the East has spotted Princess Sakura, with retainer Oboro and a small batallion of Hoshdian Loyalists... they're near the Nohrian border."
"Either Ryoma's gone crazy, or someone's missing too much of their family," Demon sighed.
"Sire there is an addition to that report, she is nearing Hoshidan Revolutionaries, Daimyo Takumi's encampment...If left alone she could be captured."
"Pineapple head... mother fucker... Damn it, I need to think..." The dragon king grumbled.
"…... Sakura?" Hinoka was shocked seeing her sister left the safety of the Palace to follow her.
"Why is everyone coming in here?" Elise asked, starting to feel crapped in the enclosed space.
"Damon, we can use this," Camilla giggled gleefully. "We save those two and take down Takumi, you'll be a hero to those Hoshidans! You could recruit them in a single battle!"
….things are never that easy...
"Did the scouts say if Takumi was actually there or is it one of his encampments, there's a large difference between the two," he inquired, trying to think rationally with his protective instincts and want for revenge clashing.
"Just a revolutionary encampment, we have no idea where the exiled prince could be sire..." The knight reported in to his self-declared King.
"So we could easily be villainizing ourselves just as easily, giving Takumi more ammo against us... Gods damn it!"
"He could spread the word that we stole Sakura... fueling it their rage now that two princesses would be missing..." Scarlet said to Demon.
"Seriously, I know we're in the middle of something important, but why is everyone coming into the kitchen? Dinner isn't even out yet!" Elise shouted, trying to find some space for herself.
"If I leave Sakura, she'll most likely be captured... If I ditch Leo, who knows if he'll be able to set up a meeting again, Iago will have him under survelliance twenty four- seven... " Demon was trying to figure out the best choice.
"There's no easy answer here... but you could split your forces too, send one to meet Leo and one to save Sakura," advised Peri.
"How many forces does Leo command right now?" Demon asked the Knight, who immediately pulled out the report.
"About 13,000 sire." The knight reported.
"Our numbers considering the Levied departments could raise us to 11,000 by the end of this month..." Camilla told Demon, reminding if he requested a draft throughout the settlements. "Not to mention the mercenaries we could buy with the silver."
"… Building off Peri's idea, we could send just you and a small group and hope for the best," Elise chipped in. "It's not like we'll be able to meet easily after anyway, and it's not like about seven hundred score will mean much."
"If we miss this meeting with this Leo... as it pains me to say it, My lord, we might not get the chance to do so again, until Nohr is Liberated." Scarlet informed him, knowing that leaving Sakura to Takumi pained him.
"Will someone listen to me?!" Elise screamed, trying to make herself known. "Send big brother to see Leo and send the others to save Sakura!"
"My lady, the letter also says if they are withheld at the meeting point to bring an army quickly to meet in the field, if King Damon has no force, Iago will simply order Leo to capture him... " The Knight informed Elise.
"Leo wouldn't do that! He already defied Iago to see him, why would he try to capture Damon?" The blonde princess asked.
"No... Iago would... if he doesn't bring him back, they'll start executing officers who are loyal to us... Knight, how many officers were spotted with in Leo's army?" Demon asked the knight.
"Lady Elise's retainers, a man named Silas and Leo's retainer Niles... And Gunter..." The knight responded, immediately reminding Demon of his sword.
"Effie and Arthur... Hold on, something doesn't seem right there," Camila realized. "Gunter is supposed to be leading the reinforcement effort for Cheve, no? Did those orders change?"
"….mother fucker, they must've found something out we were planning..." Demon grabbed the Knight by his armor pieces. "Who is reinforcing Cheve right now?!" Demon demanded as the plans were being changed.
"A-a former criminal, my lord," he answered nervously. "Goes by the name of Hans."
Demon's left eye twitched. "…..." His fists were clenched and his armor rattled like pots and pans to an earth quake.
"… Big brother?" Elise tugged on his tabard. "Please calm down..."
"Scarlet..." Demon ordered Scarlet to approach.
"… This is about the plan, isn't it?" She asked grimly. "It's not likely to work now, huh?"
"Parchment... NOW!" Demon demanded as he moved over to the table, grabbing a rubber stamp and red ink.
"Um... I have some, if you're willing to calm down first..." Elise offered meekly.
"Oh my... My King has a plan..." Camilla said to Demon as he grabbed the Parchment from Elise.
*Dab* *Dab*
All free men loyal to King Demon, you are to take up arms and rally behind my banner the poor, the rich, the strong, and the weak shall answer this call, men between the ages of fourteen summers to sixty eight summers are to rally what arms and provisions they can and approach the southern Barracks of Volkern, by the end of tomorrow night. Provisions, and payment will be supplied for the standing free militia of Volkern.
𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷, 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓝𝓸𝓱𝓻.
"Hold on, Damon." Azura, hearing the impromptu meeting, took the paper and skimmed it. "Damon, you're asking fourteen-year-old boys and elderly men to fight in a war?! Have you gone mad?!"
"Send this out, hopefully I won't have to use them, but I'm running out of options, if I divide my army..." Demon said to Azura.
"Belay that!" Azura shouted before turning back to Demon. "Damon, you remembered what we just discussed, right? About me stopping you from doing something wrong?"
"Fourteen year olds and Sixty eight year olds can still hold a pike, they're men in my books, and men deserve respect to be called to arms... thinking them as boys and weaklings, would not be only wasting a precious resource, but would also be insulting to them...We need the men to scare Hoshidan Revolutionaries... Gods willing we won't need them. "
"And they are weaker, nothing more than canon foder in the face of Garon's men!"
"Damon, with all due respect, you said sixteen as the low earlier," Hinoka said in a soft voice, trying to calm him down. "But that isn't the issue I want to discuss."
"What would you have me do? Limit this levy to twenty to fourty? I'll get three thousand men if I'm lucky..." Demon said to them.
"Look, if what I've heard is right, you were almost killed by Hans, right? Well don't you think that grudge might be making you a little hasty?"
"This is not about Hans!... Sakura is going to be captured by that pine apple son of a bitch... Leo has an army of over 13,000 soldiers... We need those soldiers. Cheve is going to be fortified with in the month... We don't have siege equipment... they do." Demon informed them both.
"Look, I'm not saying what you're doing is wrong, little bro..." Hinoka hugged Demon tightly. "But I am saying that you need to think this through. Not for too long, but at least enough to listen to our advice and think things through."
"Knight how old are those reports?" Demon asked his knight.
"They're fresh, not even a day old."
"There you go, our time is running short, if we choose one, and damn the rest... we will suffer... choosing one is what they want to do, and what they Expect us to do, doing what your enemy expects in war, is submitting to failure, we have to gamble this one... we have no choice." Demon sighed as he stamped the paper.
"And you'll be suffering more if you charge in blindly on a bad bet," Hinoka soothed. "I'm not asking for you to wait for a week or even a day... just sleep on it, think this through."
"Hinoka... Your … Our sister is about to be taken.. " Demon said to Hinoka grabbing her hands.
"Then do what Ryoma wasn't willing to and send me to help her!"
"No absoultely not! These men are fanatics, they'll be doing suicidal charge for the sake of surviving... " Demon rejected her offer.
"Who says we need to fight them? Hm?" A hand cupped Demon's face.
"Knight besides Oboro, how many follows Princess Sakura again?" He asked his Knight.
"I'd say a score of five hundred, my king." The knight was sweating on the inside of his armor, not wanting to be victim to his grasp again.
"It's not just Sakura and Oboro, it's five hundred imperial guards." Demon said to Hinoka.
"The problem is only there if they run into them, right? I can warn them, tell them what's coming and protect them... find them a safe route. I can and will do this, Damon, but you need to trust that I can do it!"
"If this is fresh then Sakura is already at the border... she'll be waiting for messengers to return asking for information... Hinoka, didn't you say Takumi was sealing the borders of the country?... if we don't do this, we'll have to smash through after we Liberate Nohr.." Demon knew that the country was in chaos.
"If what both of us said is true, Sakura would be captured by now and this whole discussion would be for nothing. I'm faster than any horse and can evade detection, Damon."
"…. I know where she's going to be waiting at.." Demon looked at Azura.
"Where? Tell me so I can prove I can do this," Hinoka begged.
"…. The bottomless pit... Azura you know what's there... and it won't be just Revolutionaries we'll be worrying about... our true enemy is there..." Demon informed them.
"Um... dinner's almost done," Elise told him quietly.
"Damon, I understand what you're trying to say, but there is always a chance, hope that we..."
Demon's ears began to ring as he blocked out everything, the choices were against him... his gamble was not approved, half wanted to find Leo, the other half wanted to rescue Sakura.
"Damon... please... let me show you I can help," Hinoka begged. "Let me save our sister while you do what you need to here. You're not all alone on this... we can help you, make this easier, but only if you let us."
"And if you're captured? The two of you..."
"Please, Takumi and Reina couldn't hit me down, what chance do some hillbillies who don't even know how to shoot can hit me?"
"….These aren't hillbillies... these are elite soldiers, that nearly had me by the ropes in Hoshido, when they attempted to murder our mother... remember those guys? It took my dragon form when I snapped."
"… Then let me go with her," Maximus offered. "With one of us running scout detail and the other guarding them, the odds of this failing are almost nil."
"No, I'm not throwing my own flesh and blood out there without any known experience with these fucks!" Demon snapped seeing he'd lose his son.
"Dad, I'm going to have to learn someday whether you like it or not."
"Max... if you... I let you go... and you don't come back... Your mother will never forgive me..." Demon said to his son.
"Then I'll come back." The prince held up his dragonstones. "I'm a dragon, just like you. And just like my father before me, death itself isn't going to stand in my way. I can do this, dad, both me and Aunt Hinoka. But you have to trust us and pray that the gamble works, just like you always do."
"…... When does the meeting take place with Leo?" He asked the Knight.
"Tomorrow afternoon."
"…..Then the choice is still mine to make..." Demon said as he held the parchment in his left hand while looking at his officers.
"Dad... trust us," Maximus begged. "You don't need to do this alone anymore!"
Elise opened the oven to a plethora of aromas. "Dinner's ready... can someone help me put it out?" She asked, hefting the first plate of ribs out.
"We'll help, Elise," Hinoka offered, taking the plate to the serving area.
Demon knew he had to make the choice now... there wasn't time to lose, he knew this was going to be critical in the days to come.
Azura looked him in his crimson eyes and asked the damning question. "What will you do, Demon? Sacrifice others needlessly to ensure success, or trust in us to help you in this time of darkness and finally let us in?"
I'm King... and a King is supposed to make the hard decisions... and they'll have to suck it up and abide by my decision... I'm not supposed to be leading from behind, I was chosen to lead not to follow...
"We'll accept your path... but please, have the faith in us that I know you want to have... we're your court, Demon. Let us show you that we can help." Azura clasped his hand and looked at him with pleading eyes. "Damn the masses for those you care about, I don't care. Just please, at least let us try to help you when times are tough instead of choosing the easy way out."
In one hand was Azura's own, in the other the unsent order. Whether he picked both, neither or did one then the other, he wasn't going to be leaving this room without making the choice. Demon let go of Azura's hand and clasped the letter with it. "Tear this thing up and trust you guys or send it and ensure my victory... heheh... fate just loves making me her bitch, huh?" He laughed, staring at the parchment. "Guess it's heaven or hell from here..."
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Well this is it audience, we now have come at a cross roads, Demon has been backed in to a corner by his own officers, they are asking to trust him but Demon knows that if something goes wrong... it'd be because of he took the judgement of his friends, following their advice and not taking command and leading them, he'll ultimately blame himself for not making the painful choice to ensure victory, that is why I am choosing to send the letter, there is just too much at stake for this campaign. There is a chance we will triple our standing force, through Volkern, Leo and his defecting army, and Sakura's followers... Not to mention that seizing Cheve will go a lot smoother and quicker. I am not going to risk Flora's sanity and the probability that she might have a miscarriage. With Hinoka and Maximus's fate being unknown for a time... meaning we'll find them eventually. I'm the kind of guy who is willing to make the hard choices and pay for the sacrifice with my blood rather than my friends.
Because this is a critical choice, there is only two options... I (EMPLORE) the readers to not make a rash decision, as what we all choose will affect the outcome of not only the campaign, but Demon as a character. In the end the choice is up to all of us. We need to hear your reasoning behind your choice so please leave a review and explain to us why you chose one or the other. I'm not going to get in too much on trying to persuade you, because this is up to all of you, which ever you choose, we will follow.
-Starknight'Renegade-
-Thank You-
P.S. check out my Co-Writers work.
And thus shit officially hits the fan. A critical choice to make with no honestly good answer. But we managed to keep it simple with two votes for you. You can read them below since it's kinda hard to explain, but I'll at least give my vote and reasoning here. And while this is going on the review board too, that's more for convenience. It won't count twice. Anywho, I'm choosing the second option, to trust in the people that care for him. Not only is it a learning experience for Demon, it also gives Maximus and Hinoka the chance to earn their place in Damon's army as some of his strongest and most reliable. Well, maybe not that exactly, but it paves the way for Demon to finally consider the merge seriously, as well as starting them off on a morale high they wouldn't see until Kana's birth.
But I'd be lying if I said there was no drawbacks. While the odds of failure are minimal at best, the result of it is disgustingly unfair as a gamble like this should be. Demon's and Flora's sanity will be shot, the meld will be all but impossible without a miracle, and he will distrust them in such situations henceforth. That's not even considering the effect it will have on any child Flora tries to have with her mental state. However, it's a high risk high reward bet with the deck stacked in Damon's favor. This could easily set Damon up for some of the biggest victories he'll ever have with a low casualty rate way earlier than he should and all but guarantee Cheve for him if it works. And that's not even counting the effect Kana will have on him when she's born.
Now for some personal stuff. Without trying to glory grab or anything like that, a lot of the work that goes into the lemons is my own. And this story is my first attempt at anything like that. So, that being said, tell me what you think. I find myself an amateur at best, but I tend to be my own worst critic. It's part of why reviews mean so much to me... well that and having serious writer's block without a co-writer, but I digress. It doesn't have to be a review either, a separate PM is fine too if you want to critic. Now enough of that stuff. Just be sure to think this one through. We already did a lot of the work for you. Don't go in guns blazing like a fool, that's just being lazy on something that will change the entire course of the story.
-LyokoDragon15-
-Hope you enjoyed-
P.S. A lot of my old stuff is first person from an OC's perspective in a world I only really used for frame work. Third person is more of my forte (found that out here) but I still want to have those bits in them. That being said... don't hate too hard if you read them.
[The Path of a King]
Send the letter, levy forces and ensure victory (Low corruption up, damaged moral and trust among Nohr. Military preparedness against Valla will increase significantly. Should the plan work not only will Demon's forces triple in size, but Officers will trust Demon's judgement more.-
[Ensures maximum recruitment at Volkern populace's cost, weakening trust in Damon over his campaign. If an engagement is made and this newly levied force is met with the enemy Many teenagers will die as well as young adults, adding some guilt to Damon and killing moral and trust in him. Volkern may attempt to rebel.])
[The Path of Trust]
Tear it apart, trust in those who wish to help. Low corruption up, off chance of backfiring, leaving Hinoka and Maximus missing for a while, Flora will be shattered and Demon will not easily trust again in critical situations. Demon will start to trust in his comrades should the plan work just fine, boosting morale and bringing him one step closer to melding with Damon, as well as opening more options. -
[Should Max and Hinoka disappear, Corruption will double, Demon will grow even colder to his comrades, leading to more instances like Elise, and Flora runs the risk of miscarrying their next child due to grief and stress. Failure will also make Demon much harder to meld with meaning his Damon's traits, and trusting in friends will die. Demon's cold personality will cement as the foundation.]
Commander: King Demon
Officers: Camilla, Felicia, Flora, Selena, Beruka, Scarlet, Azura, Elise, Lilith, Peri, Arina, Maximus, Kaze, Keaton
Troops: 575 humans / Wolfskins: 67/ Total: 685
Liberated/Allied areas: Frigid Oasis area, Mount Garou (Wolfskin Tribe), Volkern area, CNTH
Corruption: Minor
Losses/Gains from Battles-
Frigid Oasis: None / 35 Humans
Mount Garou: 70 Humans / 70 wolfskins
Volkern: 48 Humans, 2 wolfskins / unknown
CNTH: 32 humans, 1 wolfskin / 40 humans
Current Threat Against Valla: Pitiful
Corruption Scale: Angelic, Negligible, Low, Minor, Medium, Worrying, High, Demonic