(AN:So, after looking at how Lightingsword found out about Sombra there was some discussion and Lightingsword wanted to rewrite the scene. To be honest, I felt that it was so well done that it deserved its own chapter. With that said, here is the mini Chapter. Thank all of you that have been following the story, and thanks for being so Awesome.)
The Lord of Ragnarok
Mini Chapter 6: It's not a $%^&ing GAME?!
Fifth Floor - Fluttershy's Domain - A week and a half earlier - Lightingsword's P.O.V.
My eyes fluttered open, and I blinked as a dim sunbeam hit me full in the face. The day was waning and the creatures of the forested fifth floor were active and thriving. I groggily turned my head as I lay in the grass and I saw her, head and one hand laid gently upon my chest, rosy pink hair tangled and disheveled and spread all around her face. Her robe was draped lazily across both our hips like a light dusting of snow on a still, sleepy landscape, covering us both. She stirred slightly in her sleep and snuggled in closer to me, and slowly I began to piece it together. The conclusion came effortlessly.
Did . . . did I just get laid?
I stretched my arms out and crossed them behind my head, a self-assured grin crossing my face.
"Yep. I sure did."
Fluttershy stirred again beside me as she awoke. She looked up at me and pulled herself up to kiss me on the cheek. "Did you sleep well, my lord?"
I felt another uncomfortable creeping feeling at the sound of the title. "Fluttershy, there's no need for that. Especially not now. I'm not your lord, I'm . . . well, you're . . . hmm." I drew a blank. "I'm not exactly sure what we are right now."
Fluttershy smiled and kissed my cheek again. "You're still my lord. And right now, I'm your lady."
Her words, a sleepy whisper just like mine, sent a thrill through me that nearly reignited the lust I had for her mere moments before. For just a second, I was tempted to whip off the robe and take her again, but too much had already happened. There should at least be a grace period of some kind.
"How're you feeling?" I mumbled to her, letting my hand gently creep down to her buttocks. It wasn't until after I asked that when it occurred to me that that was just a more subtle way of asking, "Was it good for you?"
"Ooh!" she squeaked as my hand connected. "Careful, my lord. I'm still quite sore down there."
I released a light chuckle and felt a bit of soreness of my own. "Well, I might need to have those fingernail marks all the way down my shoulder blades looked at."
Fluttershy visibly blushed. "Apologies, my lord. I admit I may have gotten a bit carried away . . ."
"It's all right," I said with another chuckle. "I guess we're even." I gave her cheek a pinch, and she gasped. "Oop! Sorry! Sorry . . ." I muttered, feeling a blush coming on myself. She merely gave me a light tap on the tip of my nose and snuggled back down onto my chest. We rested there in silence for another few minutes.
Nearly drifting off to sleep again, I was pulled back by Fluttershy's voice. "I'm so happy we finally got to do this," she whispered, caressing my pectoral with one hand. "I was so afraid I'd never get the chance to tell you . . . after so much time with you away, I . . . there was always a chance that you'd . . . oh, I don't even want to think about it."
I glanced down at her before staring up at the high stony ceiling. A chance I'd what? Something she'd rather not talk about, but she still brought up? It must be a problem if it made her hesitate this much. And while I was gone? She wasn't seriously suggesting that I'd . . .
I had enough strength of mind to withhold a laugh.
"I'm fine, Fluttershy," I said assuredly. "I'm here and I'm with you."
"I know . . . but I just can't stop thinking about it. I hadn't seen you in so long, that I feared the worst . . ."
"Fluttershy, trust me. No one is going to die." As long as the respawn points still work.
"I just can't help it. I never want to lose you. Not now or ever."
"You won't lose me," I insisted. "I'm certain of that."
"I'm not!" She raised her voice and looked up at me as she said it. "If I knew I was never going to see you or Sire 7hund3r again, knowing I'd never get to hear you or talk to you . . . you treat this all like it's some kind of game, but losing you would be the end of me! I don't . . . I never want to . . ." She buried her face in my chest again and started softly crying.
I released a soft sigh as I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. I hadn't thought about this at all, and now, seeing her genuine turbulence over the mere thought of my death, the situation threw me. She doesn't understand how it works. Of course not. She's part of the game. Things suddenly got much more complicated than the mere question of "Is it right to have sex with a game character I helped make?"
We both lay there in silence for a bit, Fluttershy's sobs coasting back to calm, until I suddenly felt an idea coming on. I only hoped it would be enough to convince her that there was nothing to worry about. Real or not, we had something, and I wasn't going to make her think she would ever lose it. She accepted me. She wants me. She'd do anything for me. I won't let it all go to waste.
I landed a gentle kiss on top of her head and wiped a tear trail from her face. "Wait here, sweetheart," I whispered, triggering a blush on her cheeks almost immediately. I slipped carefully out from beneath her touch (and her robe), found my robe and smallclothes, felt her hand grasp mine as I left, and I turned to see her smile, back again and luminous as always. She tilted her head in a coy fashion as her fingers tickled my palm. We were both still naked, and temptation was a cunning and strong thing.
This is important. Save the quickie for later.
Our hands parted, I dressed, and I found my swordbelt from where I'd laid it against a tree. I returned quickly to Fluttershy, who was now sitting up with her robe still draped across her to hide her modesty.
"That sword . . ." Fluttershy frowned. "A symbol of the danger that separates us. Must you bring it here?"
"Habit, my dear, habit," I waved off. "But it's actually good that I brought it. I can show you a spell I've been perfecting. It's a special tool for paladins to help against opponents in stealth situations, but if you're willing to learn, it'll be a direct lifeline to me whenever you need it." I unsheathed the silvery white, four-and-a-half foot long blade (the Shining Force, it was called, one of the best items I'd found and my pride and joy), held it sideways, and placed one hand in a two-finger gesture over the base of the blade. "It's called 'Spellsword Sight'. It allows me to see the perspective of my enemies, allies, or anyone I imagine. You can only use it on those nearby at first, but the more experience po—" I'd almost said experience points, and thought better of it. "The more experience you have with the spell, the stronger it gets. I can see through the eyes of just about anyone on the continent, as long as I can picture that person clearly in my mind."
"Ooh!" Fluttershy smiled, pressing her palms together excitedly. "I'd always admired your spellwork, my lord. Even if you did set my dress aflame once. Lucky for you, your burns are much easier to deal with than your handprints." She rubbed her loosely-covered backside with a sassy grin.
I felt a heat penetrate my face and I gave a sheepish smile before clearing my throat. "Here, let me show you." I closed my eyes, moved my two fingers up the shaft of the blade, and a bright glow issued forth from the steel. As my fingers reached the tip, the glow became focused like a flashlight beam, and a sliver of light shot from it, widening until it became as wide as a theater screen.
I glanced down at Fluttershy. "Adjustable screen size. Just a nifty little perk." I winked, and she grinned.
She looked up at the screen and saw . . . me. Or at least, for a split second before she was what was behind the screen, on the screen. "I . . . I don't understand"
"Oh, wait. One sec . . ." Fingers still on my blade, I moved the angle of the projection and shrank the screen so that it fit perfectly between us, and she saw me on the screen, from a lower angle as if she were looking up at me. She slowly stood up, bringing her robe with her to dress herself, and she saw the image on the screen change in angle as she stood.
"This is what you're seeing right now," I said, swelling a bit in pride. I closed my eyes and focused on Virth, and the display changed dramatically to a long spiral staircase. She appeared to be descending a staircase, her point of view was aimed downward, and the scene therefore seemed to incorporate a healthy sight of her cleavage.
"AHEM!" I yelled as I focused my attention elsewhere; the screen went fuzzy in the meantime. "Uh, let's try someone else!" I glanced at Fluttershy just as she was glancing down at her own chest, a worried expression on her face.
I focused on Steven, praying that the sights I chose were less scandalous this time. This time, the perspective was of a waist, its owner buckling it with a swordbelt. I remember he had been in the spring with Fluttershy and I earlier, and was probably getting dressed. I found myself glad we didn't see through his eyes sooner, and gladder still when I heard a small gasp come from Fluttershy.
"You know," I muttered guiltily, "this spell was originally made for combat, but I feel like a simple demonstration highlights the moral flaws in its use . . ."
"You said it could be used on those far away, did you not?" said Fluttershy, her smile widening again. "If it can, I'd never need worry about you. I could see what you see and know you're all right, no matter where you are!"
"Yep, that's right!" I replied with a smile of my own. "Now let's see . . . who's far away and not in a compromising position . . . ah! Sombra! We haven't heard from him in a while. This is a great way to demonstrate using the spell for connecting to those far away!"
Fluttershy gasped excitedly and gave a small clap as I focused on my old co-worker. Most likely he was asleep in some lofty castle he'd liberated, or clearing out some dungeon full of creatures for a sweet reward. He was one of the more skilled and experienced guild members. I wouldn't put it past him to be facing down...
"A dragon?!"
It was the first thing Fluttershy and I saw as the screen showed what was happening through Sombra's eyes. It was a massive creature, red and coated with muscle so thick, it seemed like armor. It grinned at Sombra, it grinned, as it spoke with a voice that crackled like wildfire:
"Beg, oh great Sombra. Beg for me to spare you. Prove to me that you're every bit the bitch I know you are!"
A spell, presumably Sombra's, struck the beast in the eye, and then the scene became chaotic and blurry as Sombra was thrown. Where and how far, neither of us could see, but the more we watched, the less exciting it was and the more frightening it became.
"BEG!" came his hellfire voice again, and Fluttershy squealed and ran to me, holding me close and trembling like a leaf in a gale-force wind.
Sombra's voice came at last, weak, but ever defiant: "Go suck Hitler's dick."
The rest of the conversation, I could barely register. It slowly dawned on me what was happening, and like some horrific accident, I couldn't look away or stop the spell. I couldn't even speak or act. All I could do was watch, feeling Fluttershy shake beside me and feel my guts plunge out of my body. There was no mistaking it. As fun and exciting as this game had become, nothing could have prepared me for this: a moment that shattered everything I had ever known about this world. I felt as though the walls around me were coming down in a titanic rumble. One little screen of light seemed to melt me down into a pitiful mess of sheer terror.
I couldn't even imagine how Fluttershy felt beside me.
The red hellbeast roared, and the screen filled up with a fire so bright and intense, we could almost feel it from hundreds of miles away. Fluttershy let out a bloodcurdling scream, and I felt an all-consuming chill grip my body. Just before I finally dropped the sword and broke the spell, the screen went black. No fuzz, no blur, no warped or distorted imagery.
Just black. Permanent, immutable black.
"It's real . . . oh, God, it's all real . . ."
