Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima. Nor do I own Castlevania (Netflix Original) or its characters; that right belongs to Trevor Morris.
Author's Notes: This story was written and posted earlier this year in January 4th 2019 (According to my Fucking GOOGLE DOCS, which cannot be faked unless you try to hack it, good luck on that btw!) and posted it on AO3. So, if it seems familiar in any way at all then and you leave a review (signed or guest) I will politely ignore it. Though, if it is done as a Guest Review, I will just delete it. I am not a plagiarist and will not tolerate people calling me so for this concept that was done earlier this year.
Hector closed his eyes after the door had slammed shut and locked him in the darkroom. He had been used. The realization that Carmilla was probably right that Dracula was now dead as his Castle had vanished. He was going to be nothing but a tool for her. And defying her would only men his death now. Hector wondered if it would be wrong to choose death? When the sound of movement had him stiffening and rolling away from where it came from.
"Oh… I see the Hag Queen of Bitch land gave me a cellmate."
At the sound of the voice, Hector tensed and readied to defend himself. He only had a collar and chain to hamper him. But Hector did know how to protect himself. The chain would serve as a weapon if he needed it. When his eyes finally adjusted to the dim starlight filtering in from three slit-like and barred windows well above his reach. Just to see what looked to be a human female sitting with her arms strung above her head, held in place by a unique set of cuffs with a seal on them.
The woman looked back at him with dark eyes from under what seemed to be dirty blond hair. And he wasn't sure what to make of it. Why was there a human here? A female? Carmilla struck him as a vain, self-centered woman who would do anything for power. What could this woman give her? She looked like nothing special.
"Are you hurt? Give me a second," The woman said.
Hector watched as she stood up, giving him a view of long, toned, and tanned legs that were indecently exposed. Just before she wrapped her hands around the chain, holding them above her head, only to pull herself up before kicking one, then the other leg up. Giving him a brief flash of pale pink under what he supposed was a skirt. He watched as her legs wrapped around the chain, and a soft chink was heard. Then the woman let go with her legs and twisted. Landing in a low crouch, her bound wrists resting on her lap.
Then she was standing and walking towards him. Instinctively he pulled away. He didn't trust his fellow humans; he hated them. And now he had that same mistrust of vampires. When she halted, head tilted to the side, Hector wondered what she was going to do. With a soft sigh, he watched warily as she crouched where she stood and looked at him, sadness in her dark eyes.
"I promise I won't hurt you," she said.
"I don't believe you," he snapped without thinking.
The frown on her face deepened. "My word is my bond. I break it; I lose everything I hold dear," the woman said. "You can have the cot under the window."
He watched her closely as she spoke. There was no lie or any deceit at all that he could detect. Still, he was suspicious of her sudden offer of help. So, instead of answering Hector, he just shook his head no. As she watched him, he saw her give a small smile as she nodded her head and stood up and went back to where she had been bound before — sitting down and crossing her legs and close her eyes and hummed softly. It looked as if she was meditating as the faint starlight bathed her in a silver-white glow. She was making him wonder just what she had that Carmilla wanted, again.
A week has come and gone, and in that time he had learned that his cellmate's name was Lucy Heartfilia, she had been a prisoner of Camilla's for about a year. Possibly part of why Camilla had been late to answer the Summons for Dracula. She was overly friendly and way to cheery. But Lucy was completely honest. She missed her friends and family, people she didn't think she would ever see again. And that she was rather particular about comments made about her attire when he had commented that she looked like a sleazy prostitute in her short skirt, form-fitting top.
It had been right after sunset that Carmilla had sent for Lucy. That was hours ago, according to the moon. And he had heard the faint screams and yells before the sound of booted feet rushed passed the cell. Whatever had happened was of no concern of his. He knew his purpose, he was a forgemaster, and he was to create an army of the night for Carmilla or die. Which he realized was not an option. Talking with Lucy had him acknowledge his own will to live was very strong.
They had talked about gifts, talent, and magic. She was a mage, and her magic was what Carmilla wanted. But when he had told her what he could do, there was no missing the distaste that showed clearly on her face. Though she had met his eyes and reassured him that she wouldn't judge him by what he was given, each person is different in their abilities. Claiming that she may not like it, that she couldn't give two fucks about his gifts as long as he didn't do it to her for fun if she died.
That had him pausing and debating on if he would bring her back to life and put a demon in her body. He was still out on that one. Hector could admit she was not too bad as far as humans were concerned. She didn't lie to him, ever, when they talked. Something he appreciated. She treated him as an equal. She was always asking him questions about the world outside. Something he had found odd and asked her about. Which she explained she hadn't seen much of it before Carmilla captured her.
The sound of feet outside the door had Hector sitting up on the cot and watching as the door opened and the guards' drug, Lucy, behind him and hooked her back up the chain. He didn't miss the fact that there was blood splatter on their livery. Once the door was shut, Hector looked over at where Lucy was slumped on the floor arms above her head. He was quickly able to see the scratches and bruises on her arms above her head how the back of her white shirt was turning dark reddish-brown from drying blood.
Getting up, Hector walked over to her and reached out just to have Lucy's body fall to the side. Showing him that her bare stomach had similar scratches and bruises on them, as did her legs. Of which said, marks ran up to the hem of her short skirt. Making his stomach roll with nausea. Her face was swollen from hits, but what struck him as odd was that she was smiling in triumph as her partially swollen shut eyes looked at him.
Not sure what that smile on her face, Hector went over to the pitcher of water they were given fresh every day and picked it up. Along with the small towel that they were made to use to keep at least their face and hands clean.
"Don't waste water," Lucy mumbled at him.
Pausing, he looked down at her. Seeing her just shake her head and wince in pain. He set them back on down.
"They will bring a tub of lukewarm water before sunrise," she explained very slowly. "Carmilla cannot stand filth. This will be our only chance to bathe until the next time she decides… to be a cunt again."
He wasn't sure what to think or say. But that was the first time he'd heard venom coat anything Lucy said. Sighing, he sat back down on the cot and watching and waiting for Lucy to speak about what had happened. It was something he noted. She didn't hide anything if she didn't have to — an open book.
"Since I won't tell her how to harness my magic, which harms her and those small, limp-dicked assholes, she has made me some prized livestock. The kind you breed with only your best studs," Lucy hissed. "Don't worry; I can use my magic even with these cuffs on… But those bastards remove it and try to force it… So… most of the blood on me is theirs."
He was shocked, but he felt the smile that danced at the corners of his lips. Lucy was indeed a fighter.
Weeks turned into months. And the chill wind blowing in from the outside had him irritable. Of course, they were in the mountains, to begin with, but still, the change of the season was felt. Several more incidents where Lucy was taken, beaten, and brought back happened. He had been called to forge for Carmilla. He did it, but he only summoned sub-par demons for her. Nothing like he had done for Dracula, and that one time for Carmilla, when they sent them to the Belmont lands.
Sighing, Hector rolled over as he heard the soft splash of water, followed by a hiss from Lucy. He knew it wasn't because the water stung her wounds, nope, it was because it was cold and she didn't like it. It was making him smile at her discomfort. He had formed a friendship with her. It just happened. And no matter how he had tried to hate her, he was just unable to. Though he found he could easily tease her. More so since she wore such short, tight-fitting clothing with the weather is cold and the chill wind blowing in.
"Hey, Hector, can you toss me the spare blanket? It's your turn to bathe yourself. And wash behind your ears, I don't want you to get ear potatoes," Lucy's voice broke into his thoughts.
Rolling his eyes under his lids, he groped around for the spare blanket and tossed it back to her. When he heard water drip to the floor, he sat up — listening to her movements, so he didn't randomly turn to see her partially nude body because she took to long to clean herself. It had been awkward that first time the tub had been brought in, and she stumbled to it and began to strip. She was causing him to blush and go into shock before she noticed and screamed at him. Thus he was getting her bloody shirt in his face.
"All done!" she sang out.
Standing up, he moved so she could curl up on the bed as she dried and got warm. He shivered as he left the warm confines of his blanket. He was tossing it over Lucy as he made his way to the small copper tub. He knew that the water would at best be tepid. Glancing back at Lucy to see she was a literal ball in the center of the cot with no part of her body seen from under both blankets, he quickly stripped and stepped into the water. As he hissed, he heard the muffled laughter of Lucy's. She was causing him to narrow his eyes as he sat in the tub and began to wash.
"Don't put your clothes back on. I will wash them."
Grunting at Lucy's words, Hector rushed through cleaning his person and making sure to get behind his ears and not wanting potatoes to grow, as Lucy said. Not that it was physically possible. But then again, some of the stuff she shared with him was not possible. Though no lie had been detected, of which, he was sure she was incapable of doing.
He woke to shivering, eyes wide as he thrashed about on the small cot. Memories of his youth had plagued his sleep. It happened very rarely. And as he tried to curl up in a little ball, he felt strong arms wrapped around his body. Stiffening and ready to attack whoever had touched him while he was like this. Just to hear a soft cooing and rocking him. His mind fuzzy with the dream still fresh; he tried to push the person away as he became more cognitive.
"Hector, it is alright. I won't hurt you; it is me, Lucy."
At the sound of her voice, he stilled and lifted his head. He was looking into the dark brown eyes of his friend. Who looked half away and worried for him. The warmth of her body seeping through both their thin blankets. It helped him relax better as he calmed down.
"Why?"
His question was simple. Straight forward. So, he didn't understand why Lucy sighed, though she didn't let him go.
"Because you were having a nightmare, and my mother used to do this for me as well," Lucy replied.
Remaining silent, Hector didn't try to push her away. She was just trying to comfort him. When his body had gone entirely lax, he felt her loosening her hold and moving away. Something in him, instinct maybe, had him reaching out of his blankets and grabbing her and pulling her back. Mentally he told himself it was because it was cold, and he liked the extra warmth.
"You could ask me to stay," she giggled.
Snorting at her, Hector snuggled down on his side on the cot, as he felt Lucy shift and lay next to him. Chest to chest, making him feel a bit dizzy and lightheaded. Jerking when he felt Lucy's hands slide under his blanket and wrap around his waist. While the blanket's kept them separated.
"It is called spooning. A thing people do when they are cold. Nothing to be ashamed or worried about. I trust you not to get too friendly with those hands of yours," Lucy yawned.
It was an invitation and reassurance at one. This was the closest Hector had been to another human since his childhood. So, mimicking Lucy, he slid from his blankets and under hers. Just to be silently amazed at how soft her skin was to the touch as he let his fingers glide over her stomach and hip and low back. Hearing Lucy suck in a sharp breath and giggle at his touch.
"Hey, watch it, that tickles!" she groused before wiggling closer.
It was some time before he fell back asleep. But he was warm and oddly content. He was feeling safe next to Lucy.
They were at a crossroads. Lucy had been returned with only a bruise on her cheek. This was something they both agreed was not a good sign. Already he had created a rather impressive army for Carmilla. It had been a year since his betrayal to Dracula and becoming Carmilla's pet. And he had been beaten severely for making weak minions for her. That had sparked something in Lucy that had left him a bit afraid of her temper. Lucy had demanded of their guards to take her to the Hag Queen of Bitch Land, Carmilla, immediately. The way she spoke was as if she came from Nobility, which he learned later she had, though it was a grudging admittance.
When she had been ignored, he watched as she kicked the door, repeatedly. Something she shouldn't have been able to do since she was supposed to be chained up. A golden halo encompassing her body. Which he instantly guessed was the magic Carmilla wanted from her. It had felt warm, soft, and soothing to him as its light washed over him. Easing the pain he felt from his beating. Then the door was open and Lucy rushed out. He got to see her kick one of the guards while covered in that light before the guard exploded into a mix of ash and blood. Then it dawned on him; Lucy was angry because he'd been hurt.
"What did she say, Lucy?" he asked.
When she refused to look at him, he grew concerned. Shifting so he was sitting beside her, Hector initiated physical contact with her. It wasn't the first time he had done it on purpose. But Hector preferred not to be touched or to touch other humans. Though with Lucy, he found it was not… to unpleasant. So, when her head lifted from her knees, she looked at him. Giving him a view of her bloodshot, puffy eyes as tears fell from them.
"She… said...Hector, I won't… I refuse. Being Live Stock is one thing. Having them try to force breed me… Fine, I can cope…. But… being made to harm a friend… in that manner... "she sobbed.
Once her head was resting on her knees, Hector realized what she had said without saying it and his eyes going wide he scrambled away from her. He wouldn't put it past Carmilla to do something like that. It scared him. Horrified him. The idea of that act left him feeling like he might be sick. Not that he hadn't thought of it. Especially after a conversation with Lucy when she asked him if he even knew what people did together for relief, to confirm their feelings, or to procreate — offending him greatly. Just because he didn't like his fellow humans, did not mean he was ignorant. He'd seen his parents in mid-coitus, scarring him deeply.
Sighing, he had nothing to say. Carmilla wanted the magic Lucy had. And if she could get a child out of her, a child that had it, which Lucy assured was at least a 90% chance with her family bloodline, Carmilla would take and raise it. Lucy had told him that a Dark Celestial Mage would harm the spirits. Abuse them for personal gain. Had no concern for the contracts made with the spirits. It could also gain Carmilla access to the Celestial Realm. And he knew Carmilla enough to know she'd get what she wanted.
"I won't… do that to you, Hector. You've been hurt… way too much… And while I like you… a lot actually… I respect you as a person and a man first," Lucy said, sniffling.
He was astounded at her admission. She liked him and respected him. He knew she trusted him. But he also knew there was no way to get out of this situation. Because she was his friend, he didn't want her to lay with one of the vampires that served Carmilla. It had him angry, thinking of it. Why it made him angry, he didn't know, except Lucy was his first (actual) human friend. And she had given him so much in the last year and had asked for nothing from him. Closing his eyes, he made his decision.
"Lucy, if there… was a way to not get you pregnant ...I would…. Because Carmilla won't st…." he said, trailing off.
The way her head snapped up, and she looked at him, utterly speechless for once. If it was a different situation, he was sure he would laugh at her.
D-day as Lucy called it had arrived. Both had been brought before Carmilla and given an ultimatum. They fuck and produce a child, or she'd bind both down with iron shackles and let her servants each take a turn with them until someone got pregnant with his child, and Lucy was pregnant with one. Why she wanted him to impregnate someone was beyond him. His ability to bring the dead back and then put demon souls into the corpse was not in his family. He was an aberration.
He and Lucy had been talking about this since the last time Lucy was taken and returned. He'd been informed that there was a way to do precisely that. But it was not perfect, only about 80% or so. And he might find it a bit uncomfortable, if not awkward before going into details and how she would get it. Her magic was truly amazing to him. It was seemingly versatile with the ability to summon spirits from another realm. Lucy had even shown him the keys she kept hidden in her pouch that was spelled to survive almost any type of destruction. And only she could open it or take it from her person.
So, now they were sitting there an awkward silence, hanging heavy between them — neither willing to make the first move to do what needed to be done. Because the thought of Carmilla watching them was just sickening, it meant that it had to happen. Carmilla had been very vocal about being able to hear and smell if they had completed the act. Something that had his skin crawling. It was just plain wrong.
"Hector…"
At Lucy's whispering his name, he looked at her, seeing her looking down at her hands on her lap. He knew what she was not saying.
"How does one… go about this?" Hector asked.
The small smile that graced her lips as she tilted her head to look at him. Then her hand was on his knee, giving it a light squeeze.
"With a touch, I would presume, Hector. As I have never… been with anyone in a physical, let alone a romantic sense," she admitted.
This had him looking at her as if seeing her for the first time. But he understood what she was saying as he recalled the night they had shared the cot. The soft feel of her skin under his fingertips, how soft it was, almost like silk. And if the touch was a good place to start, why not there. With caution, he lifted his hands and removed his white gloves, baring his hands. Then slowly, he reached out and touched first the hand Lucy had resting on his leg and trailing his fingers up her arms and watching to see if she'd jerk away, seeing her blush lightly.
He took his time, memorizing what her facial expressions were as he trailed his fingers over her clothed shoulder then down to the small of her back, which was bare. Where he enjoyed the feel of her muscles tensing and relaxing as he drew circles. After a few minutes of doing that, he noticed her breath hitch, mouthing opening as her tongue traced her bottom lip, wetting it, so it seemed to glisten in the moonlight. She was drawing all of his focus to it. Before he knew it, he was leaning in.
It was brief the contact of his lips meeting hers. Not unpleasant. Yet it wasn't inspiring. He saw no real reason why people made a big deal about kissing. Though, he did like that Lucy seemed to unconsciously press closer to him, becoming more pliant after the kiss. Smiling, Hector leaned in again to find Lucy's lips suddenly pressed against his own, moving slowly gently against his before he matched it.
Seconds turned to minutes, and Hector found himself leaning over Lucy, enjoying the sight of her swollen lips, flushed face, and glazed eyes. He had done this. And she was alive, not dead. Feeling confident, he placed both his hands on her stomach, liking how the muscles contracted under his touch and slide them up and under her shirt — barely brushing the underside of her breast, hearing a small gasp come from her as her hand grasped his hips and tried to pull him down her. And he obliged, enjoying the small mewls Lucy was making at his touch and feel of his weight on her body.
Emboldened by all this, Hector pushed at her shirt, forcing it up and over just to be met with lace and metal. Causing him to pause, pull back, and lift the shirt up and over her impressive chest to see a foreign piece of clothing encasing her breast. Just to was as they bounced and jiggled as she chuckled. Before her hands left his hips and slipped behind her back. There was a soft sound of coated metal sliding against coated metal, then the contraption was loose, allowing her breast to spill out.
"It is called a bra, Hector. Pushes and lifts my natural floatation devices," Lucy quipped.
He couldn't help it but chuckle. Just to have Lucy grab his face and pull in for another kiss. The moment her mouth opened and he felt her tongue flick across his, Hector stiffened before he opened his mouth and allowed her searching tongue to slide along his playfully. While he turned his attention back to his hands, which at some point had moved without his notice, removing the bra and was now tentatively squeezing and stroking her breast. Amazed at how firm yet soft they were. Malleable to touch as only soft, living flesh could be. But he is being able to feel her rapid heartbeat through the fleshy mounts, how her nipples were a dusky pink and seemed to tighten and become more prominent as he massaged the surrounding flesh — the responses he elicited from her as she shifted underneath him.
"Are you okay, Lucy," he asked.
The quick nod of her head as she whimpered, before her fingers curled into his hips, biting his flesh through the cloth. Her hips were rising to meet his sensually, grinding against his own body. As he realized it was flushed, heated. She was drawing a gasp from him at the friction created by the movement of her body against his. Sparking a whole bunch of sensations, he was familiar with. Though not from physical touch. It was a first for him.
She was intriguing to him to want to explore further. So, Hector lowered his head down and let his lips brush against one of her erect nipples. Causing Lucy to arch and moan. Her hips were grinding against his against and making him groan against her flesh, shifting her nipple into his mouth. Where his tongue lapped over it, he was drawing a very erotic sound from deep in her chest. Enjoying it, so Hector did it again, latching more firmly onto it. Suckling on it, as his other, drew up and his fingers pinched her other one.
Lost to what he was doing, Hector jumped a bit when he felt the fingers of one of Lucy's hands slipped into the band of his pants, fumbling until they brushed up against his member. At the same time, her other hand reached his head and was tangled in his white locks, pressing his face further into her breast, not that he cared at the moment. Enjoying himself right now, wondering if this was the reason people seek out others. If this was the purpose of procreating. That there was still much more to this.
His body shuddered as he held on tight to Lucy, who was shuddering just as violently under his sweaty body, just as he felt exhaustion set in. The deed done, he shifted enough to pull back and out of her. Looking down at his now semi-flaccid member wrapped in a strange material that Lucy had explained was called a condom. And it had been slightly uncomfortable to put on. Clinging and tight. Cold and moist. But if it would keep Lucy from getting pregnant while they did this so Carmilla would be appeased.
He honestly didn't like it, but he accepted it. And in the process found he rather enjoyed the act. Lucy was definitely different than the other humans. He'd be happy to do it again if Lucy was amenable. So, with care to not disturb Lucy, who was almost asleep, Hector pulled the condom off and tied it like she mentioned, tossing it to the side, not looking at it. Then he laid down, feeling the cold air chilling his skin and curling up close to Lucy, who instantly snuggled against him as he settled the blankets over their bodies.
Something had changed between them and their whole situation. His mind as he entered sleep was that Carmilla still needed him to continue making her minions for her army. And would eventually pick up on the fact that they were doing something to keep Lucy from getting with child. She was not stupid, no far from it. And making her believe that Lucy was barren, fallow would not be possible. So, with arms wrapped around Lucy, Hector fell into the deep sleep of contentment and exhaustion, feeling happy for the first time since Carmilla made him her pet.
Carmilla was pissed. She was not ignorant about how cycles worked in human females. Or how long it should take a ripe, young, fertile human female to get pregnant. She had them on their knees before her. Ranting and raving in a shrill voice at them that she knew when Lucy was at her most fertile, both before and after her cycle. That she knew they'd fucked like rabbits. She was demanding to know how Hector had not gotten her knocked up yet.
Hector just looked at her, hands bound behind his back. Face impassive as he refused to say anything. Smartly not looking at Lucy, but he had become not just physically intimate with her, but emotionally. And the smothered thrum of her magic rushing to the surface as she got angry was something else. She was furious but keeping control of it because it would only give Carmilla a reason to lash out. The worst-case force them to perform before her. Meaning they'd not have privacy and the use of the device that had kept them from siring a child.
"Take them back to their little love nest. I don't want to see either of them anymore."
Those words sent relief through both of them as they were jerked to their feet and shoved roughly down the hall. Each aware that the vampire's doing so were not happy at this duty. Because they wanted the blood in their veins. And the free use of their bodies. By them choosing to do what Carmilla wanted, they had denied her loyal peons of that pleasure. Considering most hated that they needed Hector to forge Demons for their army. And Lucy because she had killed more than a few while denying them the right to her body, to begin with.
Neither spoke until the door slammed shut. A single look was all it took between them that said they knew they were now on thin ice. That soon, Carmilla would want to watch. And it wouldn't be a request as they made their way to the small cot to rest as the sun was coming up — each taking comfort in the other. One silently wondering how they could get out of this situation, while the other prayed for help or a miracle.
Hector held Lucy as another explosion rocked the mountain castle. He guided her down the various hallways as carefully as he could. Someone had decided to attack, and he had a damn good idea of who from the familiar magical feel to the horde of revived and demon-possessed dead. It was Isaac. And having heard from Carmilla's mouth had it confirmed, Dracula had been killed shortly after the Castle had disappeared. By his son, the last surviving Belmont, and a female Speaker Mage. He thought he would feel anger at that knowledge, but there was nothing. All he cared about was Lucy, who was in a delicate situation.
Their fear became a reality four months back, and Carmilla had made them fornicate before her. It had been difficult until Carmilla promised to let a specially selected male and female warrior out of her militia participate. So, they'd done the best they could focus on each other and get lost in touch and the sensations it evoked like they had the first time. And, of course, it had to work the first time. They were expecting now.
Sighing as he pulled them into a room off to the side, he let the soldiers tromp on by. Hector didn't want to put her into harm's path. In the last two years he had come far. Yes, he would admit he hated his fellow humans still. They were not worth his notice. Just Lucy was. She accepted him for all he was and was not. Hadn't judged him. Treated him as a human, giving him trust and respect. And with their child in her womb, that made her that much more important.
As the Castle shook again under the onslaught, he decided to try and get them to move again. He knew that Lucy was able to defend herself. Still, he wanted to take no chance. So, with arms wrapped around her as she pressed close to him as they continued to run down the debris-littered hallway. He was stopping just inside the arch that would lead them to the grand hall and entrance. Hector looked out and saw Carmilla fighting against a rather angry looking Isaac and a small squad of his creations.
Carmilla looked to be on the losing end. He knew how deadly Isaac was. And from the look on his face, he blamed everything on Carmilla. It was a flash of silver that had him looking to the side as a chain came snapping back towards a tall, dark-haired man and a woman with red-blond hair in a blue robe. While a very familiar blond man with a long silver sword spun and sliced in a deadly dance, he would know his former friend and master's son. The boy's mother was the reason Dracula had traveled, met him, brought him to his side to forge.
He now knew why Dracula had gone mad. Practically insane to start a war against humanity. He felt like he would do the same for Lucy and their unborn child. Anything he could to protect them within his power, and avenge them should they be killed. Which he'd be damned if he allowed it.
Keeping to the wall and using the pillars, he got them as close to the door when his gaze met, not just Isaac's, but Dracula's son's Alucard. Hector pulled Lucy to his side, narrowing his blue eyes as he glared at them. While Lucy huffed at his actions. Waiting, watching, as the battle slowly came to a halt, an end. Then the eyes of the other man and woman focused on him when they realized where the other two were focusing.
"Hector," Isaac said.
Lifting his head in acknowledgment, but saying nothing as he kept his hand on Lucy. Who huffed louder. He could feel her magic, meaning she was getting emotional. And anger was not going to be conducive to making this situation better.
"You have been here this whole time? Serving the woman who sought to dethrone our Master Dracula," Isaac intoned. "Why should I not kill you as well?"
This had everyone shifting as he felt Lucy stiffen. A soft growl was coming from deep in her chest and making him look down as he tightened his arm around her shoulders.
"Who is the woman? What purpose does she serve?" Isaac demanded.
He paused when pain exploded from his foot, and amused laughter came from the other three as he grunted as Lucy pulled away from him. An aura of her magic popping into existence as he wisely decided to stay quiet. She was angry, thoroughly.
"My purpose is none of your fucking concern you necromancer piece of shit. For two and half years I have been that conniving cunts prisoner, her livestock as she tried to have her pissant fucking minions rape me! Not that they were ever able, thank you very much! Then after she acquired Hector, we both became fucking breeding stock. Now, if you have nothing else to fucking contribute, shut the fuck up, do what you want with the dead and let me and my baby daddy go!" she snapped.
The whole time Lucy vented, Hector felt pride as he watched the four other's faces go through various stages ranging from shock, horror, anger, and awe. And the last he was sure because the soft golden glow that was her magic was like a radiant halo from her body. So, the moment she was done, body heaving, Hector reached out and pulled her back to him. He was placing a soft kiss upon her head.
"If there is nothing else, I think I would like to leave and travel this world with Hector… Maybe convince him to get married at some point," Lucy mumbled from within his embrace.
The numb nodding all four of them gave the two of them wall Hector needed. Before Lucy could fire off again as her body, as well as his, was still encompassed by that golden halo. Which he didn't want to explain to anyone. He guided her towards the door. Ready to start looking at the world a bit differently and start a new life. A life he would never have been able to dream of if he had not met the blond woman he now held so dear.
THE END!