Chapter 2: Sanctus Profanum
Oh no. There's more! Billy Mays has been resurrected! He's going to offer super deals on everything! No… not really. Salem would. Cut-throat deals. That's usually a good chance that you're buying stock in end-of-the-world-level groups of people. Eeeeviil.
She felt his breath on her cheek as she gently adjusted him in her arms, his pale skin like her own, nearly as pale as the moon that shattered once, so long ago. His chest rose and fell as he laid there, the bed having been made with the intent to sleep in it herself, adjusting for the presence of the young man… The young man who had called her mother and meant it.
It was not that she did not have her share of lovers once upon a time, yet after Ozma had decided to take up arms against her… it had been dreadfully empty in her bed. He looked so innocent to her, even as the dark veins stood out against the skin, full of that corruption most foul. Her fingers slowly traced over the veins, knowing that they would be granting him powers.
He stirred slightly, a smile on her fingers. "You like that, don't you?" Her voice was lighter, as she spoke to the one who could be called a child in comparison to her, her fingers tracing over that skin so pale, where there had once been a tan, now only skin so pale that it was almost see-through.
'He will tan eventually…'
The rawness of his body was bothersome. He was ill-equipped to enter a Huntsman Academy… and the Grimm would hardly bother with something like him, with his current strength.
'Training will be needed.'
She could instruct him herself… Yet that would defeat the purpose, the control over the powers that she and Ozma controlled allowing for marvellous feats… yet it was too overt. Too blunt. Like a mallet to deal with a faulty watch.
He responded to her touch, a faint smile rising on her lips. "Already a man now, are you?" Her fingers traced over his stomach, down, giving a little tap right at the waist.
"You should know that you're the first to show that response to me in… aeons." She was ancient beyond compare, powerful beyond most means… and she was witnessing the physiological reaction of the body of a man once more. Caused by her closeness, by her touch… A powerful feeling that any woman would feel pride about.
"Naughty boy." She whispered amusedly as she gently shook his body, his eyes fluttering open and looking at her.
"Are you feeling better, my child?" She felt close to him… his warmth was enough to heat her cool body, his hands brushing over her own. She could feel that closeness wrap around her as he reached out, gripping her arm and then holding it.
'A strong grip.'
For a moment, she fancied herself with her husband once more. Strong arms pinning her hands above her head, a laugh coming from her throat as she mock-struggled, his kisses against her skin.
'A man…'
Her tongue slithered over her lips, unbidden. "I feel much better… After… after I tasted that… It was…" Her finger placed against his lips, even as she crawled atop him. She was not wearing any clothing. Any of her servants knew better than to intrude upon her whilst she was getting her rest.
His gaze went down, even as she lurked atop him. His natural reaction rose once more and she adjusted herself slightly. "You survived." Her voice was proud, she knew it so. "That makes you strong, Jaune."
His eyes looked into her own. Blue that had once looked at her like a mother should be looked at… yet with something that could only belong to a man between her thighs, pressing against her skin. "Mama…"
Her body shuddered, the near-loving utterance of those four letters, his mouth pressed by her finger opening and vocalizing those words… Meant with every utterance. "Whatever you did… I feel… I feel like I'm on top of the world. Like I can conquer everything..."
'I'm surprised and proud that you survived.' Nobody else had, before. They exhausted themselves under the power of the dark essence of destruction, their bodies barely able to utter one semblance of a cry of despair before they were turned into the sickening hybrids of Grimm and human… or Faunus, depending on what subject had been dipped within the pool. It had been amusement, once upon a time…
Yet she had never shared her own blood, containing the essence of destruction, with another. The gift of her magic… The power within her that the God of Darkness had held within its claws… the one who had taken all magic from those in the world and sent thousands upon thousands of lives spiralling into the darkness of death. 'Arrogant and uncaring for their creations…'
"You are my pride, Jaune." Her voice was a little deeper than it usually was, even as she realized that she no longer wore the illusion over her features. "I would not have shared it with any other young man." Her thighs rubbed together, a reaction from the young man, a slow gurgle, even with her eyes looking into his own.
"You look… different." He said, yet she knew it was the truth.
"Am I hideous?" She asked, feeling a sudden sense of nervousness well up inside her, as if it had been some sort of point of contention before, where her mind had conjured up a false conclusion.
"No! You're beautiful!" She froze, unsure...
She felt tears leak from her face. She was no longer the beauty that she had once been, her golden locks replaced with pale white hair that shone in the moonlight, accursed crimson eyes that could haunt the spirit of those who watched them even once... and yet he had called her beautiful.
"Don't cry, mama. I just... I think you're really pretty." She couldn't stop crying. Tears dripped onto his bare chest, and he finally realized that he was just as naked as she was. She did not prefer to sleep in anything, a habit long-since taken from her time with Ozma.
'Mama, are all the other girls as pretty as you are?'
The question took her aback, even as she busied herself with the brushing of her daughter's hair, a slow combing preferred now, as she mused about the answer.
'Hardly. I am special in that regard.'
The answer did not soothe her daughter.
'But daddy said that he thinks you are the prettiest. He said so, really!'
She laughed softly. Ozma was such a charmer, always trying to make sure that she laughed... It was perhaps time to show him that neat little trick that the maids had spoken of when they thought she was unaware of their gossip.
"That means a lot. It has been... ages." It really had been ages. Nobody had encountered her and felt anything resembling attraction, fear dominating their actions for most of the encounters... and even then, she had hardly felt the desire to engage with them.
"Why... why are we naked? We... We didn't do anything, did we?" He sounded a little panicked. Her lips pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
"Mama always sleeps naked, my child. You were so tired from my little gift that I put you to bed after cleaning you up." That she had taken that personal grooming step alone was something that had been a challenge. It had been thousands of years since she had last taken a razor to a man's skin and ensured that he was up to her standards of cleanliness. The care products for a woman and those for a man were different in quality.
"Oh... What time is it?" He glanced around for a clock, her gaze following to the clock that hung on the wall. "Seven in the morni- Oh, I should ring Sapphron! I have to tell her how it went."
He fumbled to get out from under her, her hands disentangling from his manly form but not before casting a minor enchantment on his body to make the dark veins submerge back into the body, her body rolling back into the bed, even as he yawned, going for his Scroll, which she had laid on the table beside her own. He grabbed it and then started to ring his sister. A faint smile came to her face, even as the illusion wrapped itself around her form once more, showing the pretty blonde features once again to the onlooker.
"Hey Saph, yeah, it's me... It eh..." She could hear the worried tone in the older sister's voice, even as Jaune looked innocent.
"Your underwear lies on the chair to your left." She encouraged him, and she could practically SEE the look of 'Oh my Gods' come onto Saphron's face, as Jaune looked back at her.
"Thanks. So eh... yeah, we stayed together for the night." The girl was no doubt smart enough to know what that meant, so she crawled out of her warm and comfortable bed... one that smelled of a man, as some joyous little spark in her mind told her so, striding up behind him. Saphron could see her, even as she pressed against Jaune, giving the other blonde woman a look.
"Hello. My name is Selene." Her voice was perfectly alright, the woman's eyes practically going bug-eyed at the look. She realized that it must be the perfect nipples that were poking out at her. "Jaune was... a little unwell last night." She never lied. That wasn't really her style. The truth was far more powerful than any lie.
"So... I let him stay over with me. I hope you don't mind." Jaune turned to her, her fingers brushing over his skin, the colour of his skin slowly returning, even as he smiled faintly. She could see the spooked look in the woman's eyes, knowing that her baby brother might just have gotten with a woman of her beauty.
"We didn't do anything, I swear. It wasn't like those novels that mom likes to read."The sceptical look on her face clearly showed that she thought otherwise. "You've got to believe me. Do you really think I could be with someone who looks this good?"
"I swear that I did nothing to his body that he did not agree with, Miss Arc." Her voice was a sultry tone, even as her fingers stroked over his shoulders. "Why... I rather enjoy the sight of him. He is much more handsome and charming than most young men."
"If you do anything to harm my little brother, I will-" Salem looked at the woman, her features changing from relatively relaxed to merciless. A stark change, yet truthful.
"If I do anything to harm him, I will kill myself." Her voice was merciless, the threat real... Yet she would not die. She would only know that she had hurt someone who cared for her, who had given her his trust... who called her mama.
"Please don't. You're too nice to hurt yourself." He smiled at her, a warm smile that made her smile back in the same way. "I'm adopting her as co-mama." He said, Saphron frowning.
"Hey, you can't just go around mom and dad's back like that! They've got a say and they don't trust Selene as far as they can throw her!" The admission was blunt, honest and utterly expected. Salem smiled, gently.
"I would hardly be any different, were it my children who..." A flash of her daughter looking up at her, a crown made out of wildflowers in her hands.
'Mummy, wear it! You'll be the prettiest mummy in the whoooole world!'
A lone moment in time when her daughters gathered around as she spoke of the days before, when their mother and father had been the prince and princess of a country that was now long-since gone.
"Were it my children who claimed him as a brother." She turned away, a hand brushing over her face, a deeper breath taken, even as he laid a hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay... It's going to be just fine." He tried to comfort her, even as she choked lightly.
'How can it be fine if they are DEAD? All I wanted was... All I wanted was my husband BACK with me! I did not want to be cursed to live without ever dying... All I wanted was HIM.'
"You're going to be just fine, Selene." The words did not comfort her, as she stalked away.
"I'm going to take a shower." Another novelty, yet better than a bath and swifter. She could hear the girl Saphron make a comment about loss, and heard Jaune mention something about her children, a sound of understanding coming from the woman. 'Accursed feelings...'
She showered, the hot water brushing her whole body clean with their spray, stepping from under the spray and pulling on a bathrobe to exit, finding Jaune still happily chatting to his sister, sitting on the bed. "My... I wasn't aware that I was getting a naked boy in my bed..."
He flushed a little, an adorable sight, even as she took the Scroll from his hands. "You have nothing to fear from me." Her voice was strict, direct and to the point as she looked at the woman, whose eyes were guarded. "I wish nothing but the best for Jaune."
The woman looked at her with suspicion still, yet the acquiesced. "Jaune was telling me that you had assured him entrance of Beacon Academy..."
"What of it? If I cannot make sure that one young child has the ability to make his dream become reality... What sort of woman am I? You should know that yourself, being the mother of a child." Saphron Cotta-Arc's face turned a little darker, even as Salem righted herself.
"I wish nothing but the best for him. You can take my words and be sure of them being the truth as much as the heavens are blue and the Grimm hunt humans." The words were part of an ancient oath, kept throughout the ages by various people.
"I do not lie. If he wishes it, I would deliver him a well-paying job, free from the stresses of life and to grant you all the property that you hold dreams of." The words were not idle boasts. Her own fortune was considerable in size and scope, because of her investments. She was not a foolish ruler, hoarding her coins within a single treasury.
"You really shouldn't have to... I mean, I can make do as a Huntsman, providing help to those who need it." Her attention shifted to Jaune, her gaze turning fierce, ignoring the presence of the woman on the screen.
"Young man, I will not see you squander your life like some slob who knows only to live off the Lien that is provided to you. You will be trained, you will succeed and you WILL make me feel a hint of pride." The tone she used was motherly, yet strict, her eyes blazing as she looked into his blue ones. 'Sometimes, mama has to be strict...'
"Yes, mama." He said, his voice cowed, her attention turned back to Saphron once more.
"He needs guidance. I will be keeping my eye on him. You can trust me on my word." The woman looked a little conflicted, yet seemed to accept it. There was not much that she could legally do, the young man would be arrested for false transcripts if he was exposed, leading further investigation to her family. 'For every good action... I hold three bad ones in reserve for those around the objective.'
She would not be challenged by some whelp who preferred the company of her own gender, who made pleasant and who ensured that there was nothing but the faintest of hopes in the heart of HER son.
"And if I catch wind of your wife inquiring with the Atlas Military Database for files on Selene Umbra again..." There was a smile to her lips, devastating and calm. Her eyes blazed, even as they glared at the woman on the screen. "I will not be considering Jaune to be related to you."
It was as good a death threat as any. Her eyes flickered to Jaune, to see an uncomfortable look. 'He will get used to the chains of command soon enough... My little boy is going to become one of the people fighting against the Grimm... For the 'good' of this world.' The mockery of her ex-husband's ideals brought a smile to her lips, a cool smile. "But... I will have him trained to survive. You will not find shame in him when you meet him next."
She would ensure that. He had shared with her a bond that was beyond anything that she had hoped for. Far more than she had ever expected... a moment of weakness.
She would make him the son that she had always wanted.
No matter the cost to the world.
She would have what she wanted.
Waking up in the morning was something that he often couldn't do that easily without the prodding of one of his sisters, the faint after-taste of something vile in his mouth speaking volumes about how he felt, as he opened his eyes, watching with a strange interest as pale skin and red eyes met his own.
She felt... comfortable. Her eyes were red, black and with that strange quality that felt like... home. 'Mama...' The term no longer felt strange, as he felt the darkness in his veins slowly feed into him, making him react.
She was a woman. He was a man. Her body was... naked. Shame flooded through his body, as he realized that she was as naked as he was and that she had gotten on top of him. 'It's wrong to think about her in this way...'
But it felt right. Something inside him spoke to him. It spoke to him that this woman was one of the only ones on the world's surface that could understand. A mother who could teach him the things that he needed to be taught. 'A woman who knows...'
He could be a hero for her. A man who would protect her. 'Yes... She's a mother. She should be kept safe.'
As he dressed himself, nearly five minutes after he had hung up on Saphron, whose suspicions were fairly allayed by Selene's own vows if he pegged her right, he took a look at the woman, the dark garment that she wore now stretching over her features. "Selene, I..."
She looked at him, her lips forming that smile again. It was a pretty smile, one that sent confused feelings through his body. "I'll get you trained... But first, you need to exercise. It works best when the body is tired..." Her body moved with barely any sound, her hand against his chest, her eyes looking down at it, then moving up.
"My boy deserves the best education that he can get." Her fingers traced over his cheek then, a warm smile on her lips. She grabbed a hold of her Scroll, selecting a number.
"Could you send Tyrian in? I have a... task for him." The name was unfamiliar, and Jaune wondered what she meant with the name, the door opening and admitting a tall man wearing white clothes, a long braid hanging from his scalp and batting against his chest. A belt around his waist was odd in shape, yet he paid it little mind.
"You summoned me, Your Grace?" He bowed deep, keeping the unnatural pose until she cleared her throat, a signal for him to straighten up.
She placed her hand on his shoulder. The veins in his body started to distend, as the connection between him and his mother was established, a new flame pushed into his body, even with how the world seemed to shift. "This is my son, Jaune." The words were endearing, even as he turned his head to her, seeing an odd look of pride on her face.
"You will instruct him in the basics of physical exercise. Ensure that he is exhausted afterwards. He will receive the gift that is his right then. You know the price of failure, don't you?" The man looked at him and Jaune got the feeling that the man wasn't fully there, those golden eyes looking right at him as if he were seeing something wonderful, something magnificent.
"Oh yes, yes, YES! As the goddess commands, this one will do! Yes!" The broad manic grin unsettled him slightly, which showed on his face. "We MUST get you in proper condition, Young Master Jaune." The man's nature changed as he looked at Selene, looking at her for permission.
"You may leave. Ensure that he is returned when properly exhausted. Where young Cinder has failed... My child will succeed." The smile on Selene's face was terrifying in its beauty, as her red eyes flashed through whatever Semblance she used to appear normal.
"So... You work for Selene?" He asked the man as they left the room, the man's hand on his shoulder, the sleeveless jacket not being able to hide the scars on his body. The man's tongue slid over his lips.
"My body is the one that follows Her Grace until its last breath, Young Master Jaune." The voice was as pleasant as any purring kitten, as there was a hint of some sort of twisted respect.
"Now... I know what you may be thinking... What can a man like me, do?" There was a twist to those lips, the earrings in his ears shining in the light of the lighting, a faint twirl of the man's body sending a hand to smack into the face of one of the cleaning staff.
"Many things, young master! Many things!" The wrist-blades were out in a twist, before the frightened man could respond. "Cut and slice, dice and twist... But you must learn, young master, that it is not the only way you can work things, no! Tyrian Callows is not a man who leaves his student unattended." The joy on the man's face was enough, even as he guided him to the elevator, Jaune watching how his steps moved lightly, like a predator stalking the world, those eyes twisting their gaze back and forth, manic... yet protective.
'He seems to be a bit odd, yet he cares for Selene... Good. I wouldn't want my mama to be around people who would hurt others.' The elevator brought them down slowly, as the man hummed a discordant little melody. "Have you been a Huntsman for long, Mister Callows?"
"Mister… Callows? No, no, no, no… There can be no respect from one such as you for this lowly man. Call me Tyrian. As Her Grace commands, so it shall be. This lowly one is but a flea upon the buttock of the world, whilst Her Grace rules from up high." The man's words were a muttered mess, yet Jaune smiled.
"Tyrian, then. Have you helped Selene for a while?" The man looked thoughtful, even as the door of the elevator opened and a pretty white-haired girl came in, escorted by a man in a suit. A shared emblem was on the jacket that she wore as it was on the man's lapel, clearly signifying something.
"Nigh-on fifteen years, Young Master." The man's voice was like a charm, even as Jaune looked at the young woman, seemingly around his age, standing there like a sculpture made out of ice. She gave him a glance, disdain in her cool blue eyes. "You... Why did you dismiss the greatest and bestest young master of this world? What is your excuse?"
Tyrian snarled, in motion before Jaune could say anything. The girl drew herself up, the bodyguard looking at Tyrian with distrustful eyes, Jaune's hand on the man's shoulder.
"Because he is a buffoon, is he not?" The white-haired girl's face was pale and cold, as her eyes locked with Tyrian's. "He dresses like an uncultured moron!"
Jaune looked at the girl, as she said so. "At least I'm not someone who has to pay her pimp after every go." The man in the white suit had been talking with her like she was inferior, so he guessed that she must be one of those girls that worked as a fancy escort.
He revelled in the white-hot anger that came in those eyes, her mouth opening to deliver what undoubtedly would be a scathing retort. It caressed his insides... and for a moment, he wished to see her burn. To see that face of hers look up at him in fear, to put his hands around that neck and just twist, seeing those eyes bulge and just revel within that dark feeling of power, of keeping her tame, of taming that brushfire inside her and making her humble.
'You... You won't ever... No...'
"How DARE you! Do you know who I a-?!"
His hand was clasped over her mouth before he had any knowledge of moving, silencing her. Tyrian moved just as quickly, the man in the suit disabled in a swift fashion, audible to his ears, looking into her eyes with his own blue ones.
"You're going to shut up. Go back to your pimp. Be a good girl, if he pays you well. If not, go find a real job. You're a really pretty girl, you could be a singer or a model or something, I don't know... But please..." He was going to be a hero. He should not feel such joy in tearing someone down... Yet he did.
"Please, don't act like you own the world. There are worse people around than me. Just be a good girl... I know you can be." Her eyes were tearing up, and he realized that he had basically forced her against the wall, using his greater size against her. Her hands were on his arm, trying to push him away, trying to keep control and losing it. Her eyes were leaking, her makeup starting to grow messy, even as he smiled at her.
"Don't assume anything about anyone. Please?" He smiled, patting her cheek after his hand let go of her. She shivered, as he pulled away, his eyes showing as red pools in the reflection, taking a deep breath as he stepped, the door pinging once, looking at Tyrian.
"Let's go, Tyrian."
He turned his gaze to the girl, who stood there still, her eyes wide open, gazing at him. "Please... Do something with your life. There is so much good to do in the world..." He could see the fear in her eyes. He felt stronger... As if he had torn down a wall of hers.
'I shouldn't feel like this.'
"That was... amazing, young master." The man smiled brightly, his eyes alight, almost purple in glow as they looked at him, the wide smile enough to make the man look creepy. "You were just like Her Grace... No feeling of pity, just savagery that makes a beast look tame... Stupendous... Wonderful."
"I hurt a young woman for dismissing me, based on my clothing..." Jaune said softly, as he looked at his hand that had clamped over her mouth, silencing her voice. Those tears had been tears of hopelessness, of fear... of dark, dark things... and he had not minded them.
"I should... I should find her." The older man shook his head decisively as if that option was out of the question. The tall man motioned towards the level that they had arrived at.
"We will be exercising, rather than finding a waste of time, Young Master. I will arrange for a free place. Her Grace's orders are absolute, Young Master." The man moved like a dancer, even as he walked towards one of the people in charge, speaking swiftly before returning.
"It is time to... exercise!"
The joy in the man's tone did not bode that well for him, and it was a sweaty and sore Jaune who trudged out of the showers, his body still aching, as the man pushed him towards the elevator. "This isn't so bad! You have more stamina than I gave you credit for! Ahh... to be in Her Grace's favour."
"I'm sure that she'll be happy." He didn't know whether she would be, as he sort of had forgotten all about dinner and the like, yet it was an idle thought that rose to his mind then, as he watched carefully how the world seemed to right itself, chancing across the white-haired girl, this time accompanied by two of the suited men as he stepped out of the elevator, the girl firming up, straightening her shoulders.
She looked at him with fearful eyes, narrowed her eyes and then snapped her fingers. "He's the one." She pointed at him, the two men looking at him in an unfriendly manner.
'She got bodyguards...' He didn't know where a hooker like her would be getting bodyguards from, but the two men definitely weren't people who gladly seemed to be willing to talk it over with tea and biscuits. Tyrian's eyes sparkled, even as he was in motion. His dancing gait seemed to turn into speed, his knee hitting right into one of the guard's groins, hand already in motion to hit right between the eyes of the other man, the man downing two of the bodyguards in one go. A faint grimace on the man's face was seen, even as he turned his head to him.
"By all means... Go ahead, Young Master." The man's confidence was enough, even as he walked past the two groaning men, Tyrian delivering a few sharp kicks to them, to keep them down. He stood before the pale-haired girl, sighing deeply as he saw those terrified blue eyes of hers look at him.
"Hey, you brought this on yourself." He reached out, only to see her shrink away. 'She needs to fear you... to bring down those walls and to make her feel that fear... don't you want to tear down that haughty face of hers?'
"I'm not going to hurt you." Tears were coming from her eyes, her body stumbling back, one of her heels landing improperly, and she was on her rear, looking up at him. He smiled at her, watching her and then extending a hand. "You shouldn't talk bad about people. It's impolite."
"Y-you called me a hooker. I... I am not! I'm... I'm not!"
She shivered, not taking his hand. Her voice was a mixture of fear and upset. She looked sad, as if it cut her deep to even say such a thing.
'More... I want to see her cry more. To see those eyes tear up and then... No... I shouldn't feel good about scaring a pretty girl.'
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... Y'know, insinuate things. Let me help you up." She didn't take his hand, her pale hand laid on the ground, even as she looked up at him. The fear had not lessened in her eyes.
"You... you don't know who I am?" She asked, and he shook his head.
"Aside from being pretty, nope."
He told her the truth. Mama did that too, or so she claimed. She looked conflicted, before looking away, at the bodyguards that Tyrian was currently giving his own brand of justice to.
"I'm... Just call me Weiss." She said, helplessly shaking her shoulders.
"I'm... sorry. I shouldn't have made fun of you and your bodyguard. You... You obviously must be..." It galled her to say it, he could see that in her mannerisms. There was a hesitation in her that just made him wish to tear off the clothes on her body to expose her naked self to him... To see what drove those feelings.
Her hand was smaller, weaker than his mama's. Selene had these hands that were delicate, yet possessed a strength that was greater than most women's... and this girl's were soft and delicate, yet with the faint hint of holding something for hours on end, calluses on the flesh telling a tale of training, practice.
"I'm just some buffoon, right?" He said, her face falling. "Don't worry, Weiss. I'm sorry for calling you an escort. I mean... It's not a crime to do that work, but... It's not good either." The look on her face was dark, yet she allowed him to pull her back up.
"You... Just do you. Tyrian, we're leaving." The man giggled, patting Weiss' shoulder. The girl gave a scared sound.
"You have been spared thanks to His Grace's wishes..." The man whispered to her, Jaune hearing the words, the girl stiffening some more, her fear making him feel better, somehow. 'This is not how a hero feels...'
The door opened to unveil Selene seated comfortably opposite the mountain of a man who had guided him to her room at first, a moustachioed man delivering some sort of report, halting the moment when he entered. "I see you have returned, was the exercise fruitful?" The smile on her face brought him to attention, even as the men around her stopped with whatever they were doing, obeying their employer.
"I'm beat." He said, Selene nodding. "Good… We can start your instruction now then. Hazel, Doctor Watts… Please leave us for the time being." A smile curled on her lips, as she got up, walking to him and laying a hand on his shoulder. The men followed her orders, Tyrian standing there like a good servant should… waiting for her to address him.
"How was he?" She asked to the man, who nodded.
"Good. Terrifying. A young morsel decided to challenge His Grace with slanderous, pitiful insults… So he seized her and made her feel the fear that she should when faced with something so divine. She wet herself." The look on Selene's face was warm and accommodating, even as she turned her head to him.
"Oh… Becoming a real terror to the local women, are you? Well done." She smiled, playfully smacking Jaune's shoulder. He could see that she took delight in it, her eyes amused.
"I apologized to her. Tyrian took care of her bodyguards and well… She tripped and I helped her up. Her name is Weiss." She gave a little tut-tut sound as she pressed a finger to her lips.
"You are much more than mere mortals, Jaune… My child, my silly little child… You are much greater in value than any of these Kingdoms…" There was a tone of desire in that voice, one that resonated inside him. She desired…
'To destroy.'
"You are dismissed, Tyrian. I will instruct Jaune in the arts that will save his life." The man disappeared, as if by magic. Selene tugged the hoodie off, pulling it with great ease, as she snapped her fingers. "The pants go off too. And the underwear as well. You would likely incinerate them when you wield the power that is yours by right…"
He felt odd being naked around her, even as she knelt before him, her fingers pressing against his chest. A strange spider-web-like pattern appeared, as something seemed to flare up through his veins, even as her fingers stroked over the skin.
"Do you feel it?"
She asked, her body feeling warmer, as something seemed to move in the corner of his vision, her breathing easy and calm, now that she was touching him.
Blazing energy… Shaping into balls.
He held out a hand and summoned the balls that he saw, pulling them into his grip and feeling their power. Her face showed a little bit of tension, before suddenly, he felt himself blacking out.
"Very well… You will need some practice… But don't worry, mama is here to care for you." Her voice resounded in his mind, as he felt the darkness wrap around him, the feeling of something inside him activating…
"Magic will be with you… Always."
Another chapter of Dies Irae. A bit less on the heavy mother feels… but more on the cast of Salem. Not much background on Salem, but we get to meet Tyrian. Oh, and Jaune scared the bejeezus out of Weiss. Villain protagonist... maybe?
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