Dies Irae

by Cyanide Sins

A vengeance for millennia, a hatred carried through the ages. A mother once, yet never again. "Of course, mama." Three words that brought the world to a halt, a covenant made between mortal and immortal, a soul damned and perhaps another redeemed. "Hush, my beautiful child. Mama is here." A bright, bold soul given a gift beyond mortal knowledge.

20. Fidelis Semper

Chapter 20: Fidelis Semper

Ren is most certainly, a Yakuza. Secret Secret Ren Revolution!

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She opened her eyes, abjectly aware of the fact that her nipples could probably cut through steel with how hard they were, her body rolling over as a low groan came from her lips. Her fingers went down to that hot place between her legs, touching and pushing softly. A twitch of her lower body, languid and almost too sensual, as she gasped.

'Okay, you had a dream. It's just a dream, that doesn't mean that you're going to do it. It's a new place, it's been a long trip. A big hard long-'

It'd been just what she'd wanted too. A hot hard cock, belonging to a young stud of a man whose sister she called friend and 'big sis' sometimes. It wasn't fair that she should have to remain chaste whilst the big boy kept looking like a fine piece of meat.

It had just been a dream. She wasn't just going to hear a knock on the door and have her pussy stuffed.

A knocking on her door, her hands shooting back up to the covers, taking a deep breath. "Y-yes?" Embarrassment flooded her as she began to imagine who it would be. Had she moaned during her sleep? Had she been loud enough to wake her friend, or even Mister Callows?

"It's me, Saphron."

Some relief came with that voice. It was just her friend, someone who she knew wouldn't be judging her for having a few naughty thoughts. "Mind if I come in?" Adelheid glanced at the clock, her eyes checking the time. Three in the morning, an early hour. No time for something that'd be…

'I should get some of the replacement boyfriend tools out when they arrive...'

"No, it's…"

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She'd had a hot dream, no doubt influenced by the sudden change in time zones and seeing that Saphron's little brother wasn't so damn little at this moment.

"Just get in, Saph."

The door opened up and Saphron entered, a thin nightgown worn by the older woman. Adelheid wasn't gay, but she'd have to admit that it looked pretty good on Saphron.

"So, night-time visit with your best friend forever, huh? Am I going to be ravished?"

She got wet again. The memory of that hot dream, of that whisper of 'You're a part of the family now, Adel' as she'd felt herself be sandwiched by two Arcs…

'Down… Down! You're a randy bitch, this is just… just adjustment.'

"Maybe if you're a bad girl. No, I had a bad dream."

She could see Saphron's eyes being moist, opening her bed up a little and making space. The bed looked able to fit four or five comfortably. Saphron slid in under the covers, hugging her from behind.

It felt… nice.

"Want to tell me about it?"

She said without thinking and mentally kicked herself. Of course Saphron would have bad dreams, she'd have bad dreams about the explosion, losing her partner and all that other mess.

"I dreamt about the time my ex-wife's partner raped me."

Adelheid went still. That wasn't what she was expecting in the least.

'Oh fiddlesticks… Oh Saphron…'

That was a bombshell that she didn't really like hitting her at this early hour.

"They'd fed me drunk when I came to Argus. Something in my drink, and…"

The look in her friend's eyes, the light at the bedside casting shadow over her. The pretty blonde looked at her.

"And she went along with it, Addie. She went along with it as he touched me. When he came inside of me."

'Ah… shit. Fuck.'

Adelheid didn't quite know what to do right now, looking uncertain. Hugging her friend was out of the question, not with such prickly memories in her mind. "I was just a pretty little dyke. Just a pretty little dyke that she'd selected." The whisper from her friend made her feel bad.

"You shouldn't listen to that. You're-"

Saphron's eyes looked at her and she felt intimidated for a moment. That look in the other woman's eyes was just like her brother's, something that told you that they were serious about something.

"I'm just a dyke. They didn't even let me keep the baby."

Adel swore under her breath, hugging her friend closer. That was some seriously messed up shit.

"She said it was just a heavy flow, that I was sick…"

'By the gods… The woman is a monster…'

"You're not at fault, you're… You're such a good big sis."

She didn't know what to do. She'd never been raped, though she'd had those fantasies from time to time. To her, it was just kinky, to feel someone desire her so much, but she knew that it was warped and twisted.

"You're the only friend I have, Adel. Miss Moor is a nice woman, but she's old and… And a bit outdated in her views."

A sad smile, as the Arc in her bed gave a deep sigh. "I trust you." Adelheid could believe it.

"They kept me stupid and ignorant. The fucking kid woke up, and who had to get up? Dear Saphron. Who cared for the baby? Saphron! Terra has to work, Terra is tired, Terra goes to her ex with the baby whilst Saphron cleans…"

It was not something that Adelheid would really enjoy if she were in Saphron's shoes. "And what do I have to show for it? Fucking nothing, Adel. I should just… I don't know, but… Bah." A deep sigh from the woman, as she looked at her.

"I'm just so sick of it…" Adelheid hugged her friend, heedless of the fact that she wore only a set of underwear. Her friend needed her and she would do the right thing. Adelheid Blau did not give up on her friends, unless they were cold bitches who stole your final graduation project.

"It's going to be better. You're home now, your family is here."

A snarl from her friend's lips, as Saphron exhaled angrily.

"Daddy probably fucked all of them. The whole sisterhood, all of them pumped full of rapist seed. Just like with Jaune, they'd be too weak to resist…"

Anger was in her tone, as Adelheid could see the bitterness in those eyes. "And to think that I loved him once. He raped Miss Umbra, Adel. He's… bad."

"It's okay, Saphron. You've still got a hunk of a brother. That he's a dreamy-looking fellow is just icing on the cake."

She had to divert the topic, Saphron's eyes softening a little at the mention of her brother. Adelheid heaved a small sigh of relief. Good choice of a subject change.

"He's nice, isn't he? I…"

Saphron looked away, her eyes downcast. "I dreamt that he'd rescued me before I woke up. Stopped the rape. It was a good feeling, Adel. He protected me from Terra's partner. It was so warm in his arms." Adelheid mustered a smile. That was good. Little brothers that looked like they'd go the extra mile and then some for their sisters were always a good subject to stick to.

"If he knew you'd been raped, how'd he react?"

Saphron looked a little thoughtful, as she mused on it. She didn't look happy in the dim light. Adelheid gave her a light squeeze, to make her feel that sense of comfort.

"Upset. Very upset. He loves us all, even if we put him in dresses and called him Jojo."

Adelheid nodded to herself. That looked like the man that she'd seen. It would be unfair to call him a boy now, with how he'd behaved around them. Gentle. Direct. Forgiving.

'Calling him a boy would just make me feel like a pedophile…'

"That's good. He'll protect you if you need it."

She hoped that he'd extend an offer of protection to her as well. Saphron gave a womanly smile. She hugged a little tighter, before seemingly relaxing. Her breathing evened out and Adel saw her slip into that sleepy state, brushing a hand over Saphron's head.

She slowly slipped off into the land of dreams again. Saphron hugged her from behind, spooning with her. Adel allowed it, because it was Saphron. Saphron needed the comfort, even after dropping such a revelation.

'I hope that he'll keep you safe, Saphron…'

She cared for her friend. The faint tingle of her nethers was still an irritant, as Saphron mumbled something about loving her.

'You're blessed with a brother like that…'

She hoped that the other sisters of Saphron's family hadn't been touched by that monster of a man…

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Waking up in the morning was something that he did, Jaune realized, by virtue of being someone who had a goal. Being a Huntsman was something that he'd always wanted, no matter what people thought of him or what they would put up as objections. The weight on his chest was heavy, and his eyes opened up to look at what had made that weight.

Seeing Nora look at him with eyes that held an extreme interest in him as she moved closer, her lips parting and then startling back. "Oof." He grunted as she pressed down on him. "Can I get up?" He asked the girl, who smiled at him with a cheeky smile.

"Unless you grab the holy titties of Valkyrie, you can't get it up for me, buster! Our glorious leader needs to be straightforward!"

A cough from Ren at the side, an apologetic look directed towards him as the other young man had already dressed fully, making a few notes on a pad.

"She's got this idea that she'd sneakily kiss you… I told her it wouldn't work and that you'd wake up."

It was the moderating influence on Nora, he noticed. The lack of any sort of bra was also noticed, and his body responded.

"Ooh! Our glorious leader rises! He rises, Rennie!"

Pyrrha woke up from that exclamation, if she hadn't been awake already, getting up and taking a look at Nora.

"Nora! You don't assault our team leader!"

Pyrrha's sense of duty was strong, he knew. She would be perfect to get under his thumb… She was a fighter and she was strong. Nora pressed down against his groin, her mound rubbing against his bulging groin.

"You're just jealous that I'm doing what I c-"

His hands grabbed her breasts and squeezed. She froze in place, looking at him with a tremor that ran through her whole body. His fingers rolled over the flesh, the girl's eyes looking down at him, as his fingers grabbed those mounds and then another squeeze came, a heat from her going into the dark pools of magic inside him.

"Get off me and let me get up, Nora. Teasing time is over."

He said, direct. Nora shuddered, and he felt the power flood through him, squeezing those breasts of hers, as he looked into her eyes. His skin lost its healthy colour as he felt the power rise up, his nose smelling the faintest of hints of her femininity.

"Yes, Jaune."

She was far more subdued, as she hopped off him, his head nodding once at her, as he pushed himself back into proper place below the covers. How she'd managed to get into his bed was beyond him, her eyes watching him like a hawk.

"Ren wouldn't like you to fool around with me. Consider his feelings too."

Nora nodded, not speaking up. She swallowed, looking at Ren and then at him again, something being spoken about in minute gestures.

"Alright, another day of classes… And we're hitting the gym after that."

The magic had worked at least a little. The pain was less in his muscles now, as long as he forced himself to heal the damage that'd been done whilst keeping the flesh intact. Focusing the minute power from the dark ocean into his skin was still something that he had to practice on, but it was showing already the results that he had wanted.

"Ooh! You're going to be moaning and groaning under me, Glorious Leader!"

He shot her a warning look. She was unashamedly grinning at him. "I won't take no for an answer." He frowned at her. After they had gotten back from Vale, they'd had a little discussion.

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"So, what do you think of Adelheid?"

He'd asked them after they'd come home, the faces of his teammates looking a little conflicted. Pyrrha was the first to speak.

"A woman who seems to know what she's about. My own personal publicist had to sever ties with me, so I am uncertain whether she is reimbursed for moving to Vale. You can expect to be called upon a few times to go to parties with her to make connections."

Pyrrha's clear explanation of things and how they worked was something that he already had been guessing. Mama had been somewhat distant, busy with something else that had him worried a little, but he knew that he should not pry. The memories were what they were.

"She looks well-put-together. The blouse she wore wasn't too formal and neither did her attire scream that she was trying too hard to connect. Your sister and her seem to get on well." He nodded, he'd seen that. Saphron had smiled more and been more upbeat than before, the connection between the two women something that he envied a little. He had Weiss, he knew that… Weiss was in his corner, she was a friend.

"She likes you. She kept on looking at you with a look like she wants to eat you up."

There was a hush that fell, as Pyrrha frowned. The call that Selene had placed to remind Adelheid of her task had been enough. "I can agree with that. You do look delicious."

"Nora…" Ren had cautioned his friend, as Nora looked at him.

"What do you think?"

He was asked, his mind going over everything that he knew.

Adelheid Blau was a woman who enjoyed life, a woman who seemed not to be too high in Mama's favour, if the strict tone that she'd taken and the embarrassment that Adelheid had shown during her chastisement was any good indication, but she was a nice woman. She'd be a good publisher. He would only need to have some faith in her that she'd keep her excesses to a minimum…

But he could believe in her.

He'd seen her look at him with a warmth in her eyes and a concern that he'd be someone under her care, something in those eyes reminding him a little of his older sister Rouge, who had always been one of the voices of reasons. It was something that had garnered her the nickname 'Mom', because she was the oldest. Saphron definitely cared the most for everyone, but Rouge was more business-like and focused, probably thanks to being a psychologist.

"She's nice. Mama hired her, and she's got an eye for talent."

He would trust Selene with her hiring skills, because she'd said that she wanted the best for him. Adelheid was a nice young woman, a bit older than him, around Saphron's age. He hoped that she'd get to enjoy the time.

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"Well, I'd like to take a shower. Alone, Nora."

He knew that if Nora went with him, it'd end up in Ren getting hurt. Nora was excitable and way too free with her personal space, looking at him with a look that showed clear indications that she was teasing him mostly. She and Ren were together, after all.

It was a little bit like having his twin sisters with him as well as the more quiet Azora with Nora and Ren. Pyrrha was Pyrrha, someone who'd never stop supporting him. As he stepped under the shower almost three minutes later after he'd gotten a fresh set of underwear, he let his mind ruminate on the redhead, his eyes closed as he washed himself.

She was a beautiful girl, just as beautiful as Weiss was. A feeling of queasiness settled in his stomach, as he realized that a lot of the girls that studied at Beacon were very attractive. He wondered about the ratio of couples that came up.

He started to think about Weiss and what she'd said. Did he love her? They'd known each other for a short while, but they'd had sex. The sex was great, and he had made love to Mama as well. Was Mama better than Weiss?

'I doubt that I can compare them, they're so different…'

As he dressed himself again after he'd taken the time to take care of the male issue that'd came up when thinking about Weiss and his Mama, he looked at his face. The pale skin was still there, as the deep red of his irises struck a seed of worry into the fertile ground of his mind.

'What if this doesn't undo itself?'

The people hunting him might be able to identify him. He tried to think positive thoughts, watching the hair slowly grow more colourful, a hand brushing through his hair. Deep blue eyes looked into the mirror as he smiled, ready to face the day again.

Pyrrha was already dressed in her uniform, her eyes looking at him and a blush was on her face, as he slowly got dressed himself. "You look fabulous today, Pyrrha." The smile on her lips increased, nodding her head and not responding fully, exhaling slowly to gather herself.

"Thank you, Jaune." Her voice was light, his eyes catching sight of the flush of her cheeks.

'Easily misled by the heart, a tremor of her will shall spell her demise. Corrupt and defile her, as is advice most wise…'

His erection strained against his pants, as he saw Pyrrha pushed up against a wall, her pussy twitching around his manhood, her moans stifled by his hand as he took her. A sensual guttural sound, as her hair had become undone and his pumps became more heated, as his eyes looked into hers.

"Oh, I should thank you for being so… sexy."

Her face and her hair shared a colour swiftly, before he snapped to attention. He'd somehow managed to get in her personal space, nearly touching her, a hand about to lay on her hip, an intimate touch. She swallowed deeply, inhaling deep gulps of air, undoubtedly uncomfortable around him.

"That's… Sorry, I just have…" Her hand grabbed his own and he felt the warmth inside her. Worry entered those eyes, as her other hand grabbed his hand.

"Your hands are ice-cold… You need to touch someone again, don't you?"

He wanted to deny it, but her arms pulled him closer, hugging him. "It's fine, just tell me when you need a hug." There was an understanding within her, something that clicked home. She was so warm, the ocean of darkness slowly fading from the flame's heat that rose. He felt another hug, from the side. The warmth increased, as his power slowly started to rush through his senses.

"You're never an issue, Jaune."

Ren's voice was light as the young man hugged him, Nora giving a little whoop as she joined their little team hug. "Your Semblance might make you powerful, but we're all here to support our glorious leader."

Nora gasped. "You said glorious leader! Rennie! This is great news! We'll have to spread the word of Harem further!" Ren sighed at his girlfriend's antics, the warmth making him feel better. A sensation inside him told him that he should ravish these people, that they would be like puppets on strings of lust and depravity, but he ignored it.

"Take as long as you need, Jaune."

Pyrrha's voice was soothing, as he felt Ren hug a little tighter. "We're all here for you, even if some of us aren't fully honest with ourselves…" He knew that she was referring to Nora and Ren. It was impossible that they weren't together-together, after all.

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A knocking on the door, a swift three raps of the fingers, came. He knew the manner of knocking, as he saw Nora disentangle herself, opening the door up and Weiss walked in. Her blue eyes met his, as a smile came to her face, giving him a spark of hope for her reason for being here.

She flushed red as he met her eyes, the dark impulses inside him telling her that she was ripened and ready, to claim her in ways that nobody would ever deny. She bit her lower lip, the urges rising greater within him, as his gaze locked with hers. "Jaune, I'd…" She froze, just looking at him. The warmth of the others seeped into him, as her eyes took him in. She had no eyes for the others, only for him. A ruler would wish all eyes on him.

"I would like to…" She halted again, her gaze looking down. "Can I talk to him for a moment? Alone?" She spoke with respect, as Nora and Pyrrha and Ren pulled from his personal space.

"We've kept him warmed up for you… So hug him, Weiss! We'll just go get our breakfast early! PANCAKES!"

Ren sighed, as he nodded to Jaune, Pyrrha giving him a soft smile.

"Can we have sex tonight?"

Her voice was soft as the door clicked shut, looking at him with an imploring look. She wanted it, he knew. His hand grabbed a hold of hers, pulling it to his chest and laying it on his chest. "I'm not… I'm not feeling so great, my team's…" She looked frustrated.

"My team leader is a child. Please, Jaune, I…"

Weiss looked at him with those eyes that begged for his attention. He pulled her in for a hug. She didn't resist, as his hand laid on her rump, giving it a squeeze. She groaned, a deep and guttural sound that held the need.

"I just need to feel something good. Yang is… She's afraid that I'll do something to harm Ruby. She doesn't like that I… well…" Her shy smile as she laid her forehead against his chest. "I like you, Jaune. I want you to feel good, I want to…"

"I understand, Weiss."

She looked up at him and he felt the tensions in his flesh increase. She was small, delicate, her beacon uniform just right. "I'm here for you if you need me." She trembled lightly, the whispers in his mind telling him that she was vulnerable, as the darkness within told him of opportunity. Her hand sank down, as her eyes looked up at him, a smile on her lips that was a touch more than the smile she'd give to her friends.

"Close your eyes, Jaune."

She implored him, as her fingers slid down. Her delicate fingers teased, as he looked down at her. She smiled at him, the scar on her eye adding a dash of asymmetry to her face.

"Close your eyes, silly boy."

She teased with her voice, as her fingertips plucked, brushing up and down. "I can't… with you looking at me, I feel shy." He kissed her on the lips. Her eyes went wide and she kissed him back, a passionate and fiery kiss, her hands wrapping around his neck and her body pressing against his own. She breathed in heavily, as she looked into his eyes, needy and with that touch of flame in her belly, bumping against his groin.

"Jaune, haah…"

A firm knocking on the door, and Weiss frowned. "Scheisse." She mumbled, a dirty word in old Atlesian, as she turned to open the door for him, looking at who had come to disturb her.

"Weiss, we're leaving for the cafeteria, you were just going to talk to Jaune, right?"

The silver-eyed girl looked at him, his eyes averted and looking more at Weiss, before he'd feel the pain again.

Weiss turned around, looking at him, smiling softly with that warm smile that made her eyes light up. "Tonight, then?" She inquired, as he nodded, walking up behind her and pinching her rump. A soft shudder went through her, as she wrapped an arm around him. It was intimate and familiar, as he smelled her shampoo.

"What's tonight? Fun? Movie night?"

Weiss smiled in that way that made her look beautiful. She looked at her partner and he watched the girl give him a look, curiosity.

"A bit of cuddling in bed."

Weiss admitted, looking at him. "I'll get new condoms, don't worry." Ruby turned bright red, as she closed her cloak a little, her cheeks redder than her cloak, shuddering a little.

"Yes, we're having a movie night, and we're the main actors. If you're a good girl… perhaps you can join us."

Ruby shook her head. "N-no, I don't need to join. I don't want to… I mean, Yang would kill me and…" Weiss smiled, his hand brushing up over her hip, laying on her side and gripping it softly.

"And you'd want to scream like I scream, right? To feel him take you like a brute, a beast without stopping."

The crude language was intentional, as Weiss gave a ribald telling of what happened. Ruby just turned redder in the face with every word Weiss uttered.

"I'll be gentler next time."

Weiss shot him a look. She looked impressive in her own way, her eyes sparkling a little with that desire. She got that look in her eyes when she wanted something. It was adorable.

"No, I want it harder! Beat me like a Mistralian maid."

The look that Ruby gave her partner was wide-eyed and surprised, her mouth falling open in shock, Weiss turning to her partner and smiling.

"He's my best friend."

Ruby pouted. "But I thought we were partners… I even got the shirts ordered." Weiss coughed, looking somewhat embarrassed at that, her gaze looking up at him. Uncertainty was in those eyes.

"She's nice, Jaune. But…"

He pinched her lightly and she flinched. She didn't look very happy.

"You're friends. We're friends… let's all be friends."

He smiled, looking into Ruby's silver eyes, which looked a little happier. The bright silver glow made him feel nauseous, as the darkness receded, the flame of his Aura blazing with that heat and light.

"Yes! Yang's just concerned that Weiss is going to make me into some sort of sex slave. She keeps grumbling about how it's not good for a girl to be with a man so much." Ruby was adorable, even with her ocular issue of making him hurt.

"She's just a virgin. I'd like to see her challenge my man. We'll see who whimpers the last moan."

Weiss certainly seemed convinced of his prowess, as his hand rubbed over her scalp. She smiled at him, the adorable look on her face making him lean down and kiss her cheek.

"She's jealous of you being such a wonderful girl, Weiss. She's used to being the top beauty in the class, so she's just trying to hide her insecurities…"

Weiss looked at him and blushed, a sweet look on her face as her smile split her face, showing her teeth.

He wasn't sure whether that was the case, but he was paraphrasing something that Rouge had said. Ruby spoke up. "Well… She's always had many friends at Signal… Not many guys though. One or two… But not many." That was an interesting tidbit.

"Perhaps she's just a little like you? Scared to interact with others, even if your weapon is kind of cool."

Ruby smiled, her eyes lighting up and making him feel a sharp pain. He bore with it.

"A-ha! You admit it! My weapon is cool!"

He nodded, conceding to the girl. The triumph on her face was like a bright flash of amusement through the dark crofts of his body, as Weiss indulgently smiled at the girl as well.

"We should all be friends, right?"

He suggested. The urge to make sure that Ruby wouldn't look at him was growing, the desire to rip those eyes from their sockets and make sure that he wouldn't be gazed at anymore something that he squashed.

'I'm not some animal who can't be looked at…'

His eyes met Pyrrha's at the table that they'd usually gotten for themselves over the past week. She was already busy with her tray, her eyes holding a smile. He should get some food. He leaned down and then whispered in Weiss' ear a soft 'Take care' before he joined the line.

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His eyes fell on a leggy Faunus with nice bunny ears, his lips licking over his own, and noticing that Blake was standing a few spots ahead of him in the line. That same odd sensation about those two was like a curiosity, watching how both seemed to be standing there. The leggy Faunus looked a little skittish, her ears twitching a few times with every sound, whilst Blake looked more at ease, clearly waiting with patience for her turn, but balancing on her heels, shifting her centre a little in that manner that was similar to Tyrian.

'Hmm…'

He supposed that it might be… interesting. He'd have to ask his Mama whether she knew something about Blake Belladonna. She knew things about people that he'd never be able to get. But first… Pyrrha had to be brought into the fold.

He sat down next to her, the smile on her lips warmer as she looked at his face. She was a good partner, someone who he could call a friend. The heat from her body was like a comforting breeze, wrapping around him and strengthening him with the comfort of the knowledge that she was someone that he could put his faith in.

"Did you have a nice talk with Weiss?"

She asked, her eyes looking at the pale-haired heiress, who currently seemed to be engaged in a debate with Yang, who was leaning forward over the table, looking at the partner to her younger half-sister.

"It wasn't a bad talk."

He said, knowing that Weiss wanted to have sex. "We're… Well, do you think we can have the dorm room for a bit tonight? She wants to get eh… intimate." Pyrrha's smile stiffened a little as she took a deep breath.

"Of course, Jaune. If… If that's what you want."

He smiled in return, Nora giving a broad grin. She was not going to stop, as Pyrrha finished, an uncertain look on her face. "Just… make sure not to cause too much of a mess."

"I always wear a condom."

His serious face made Nora's grin broaden. Ren nudged her before she'd say something embarrassing, and he fixed her with a look.

"What? I don't want her to feel bad."

Nora's mouth opened once more to say something, to add something to the discussion, but Ren silenced her with another nudge. Nora looked at her friend and not-at-all-hidden boyfriend with a cross look.

"You always spoil my fun."

Pyrrha cleared her throat, looking a little embarrassed. "Well… Do… Do be aware that you've got girls living in your dorm too, okay?" He gave a comforting pat to her side.

"Don't worry, fresh sheets. I've got seven sisters, I know how to clean a room." Pyrrha looked a little flushed, as she bit her lower lip. "I mean, you won't be seeing some mess on your sheets."

"She wants you to do her too, Jaune. With your big hard sh-"

Ren grabbed Nora's shoulder and the energy faded from her. An apologetic look from Ren.

"My apologies, she speaks without thinking."

Nora looked at her best friend and sighed. There was a curious emptiness in those eyes, as Ren looked at him.

"Do enjoy yourself. I'll keep Nora entertained."

Jaune mentally lit a small candle for the young man, knowing that Nora was a bundle of energy that wouldn't die down so quickly. Pyrrha looked at him, her expression a little hesitant. "It's going to be fine. I…" He knew that the close contact with Weiss would be better for him. He always felt warmer after he touched people, and the urges just…

He looked into Pyrrha's eyes, deeper than before. He could see her hopes and dreams, the trepidation that he could witness in her actions, fear and uncertainty. She was uncertain, she didn't care for such things as glory but… there was something else.

He saw those eyes focus on him, as his hand squeezed her thigh. An intimate touch, warmth blossoming in the darkness inside him, his gaze resting on his prey, his target, the girl that he would bend to his will.

'Pyrrha Nikos…'

His tongue slid over his lips, as he leaned forwards, smelling her scent. A floral shampoo, as her cheeks grew hotter. A smile slid onto his face, as the hand slid a little up.

'A light touch and she's flustered… A way in, perhaps?'

A vision of her body, below his own. Cheeks flushed and tear-streaked, as he took what was to be taken, her body taken in the ways that a man took a woman. A heated exhale, as she whispered in his ear words of love, as the shrieking moans came from her lips, her body nubile and fresh. He had seen her in her shirt and jogging pants, hinting at her underwear, but she was…

'I shouldn't be thinking about it, but…'

"You're gorgeous."

He said, his hand having drifted up to her hip already. She looked surprised, taken aback, a touch of fear in those eyes for an instant, before they melted into something different. Her lips parted, as her stare didn't break, a shiver going over her body.

'Just like plucking an apple…'

The drink that splattered over him was a cold awakening, as the mocking laugh came from his side. Anger blossomed inside him as he looked at the one who had drawn him away from the pretty woman that sat at his side, Cardin Winchester standing there, half of his tray having slipped off the tray itself and landed on him.

"Woops, I was unbalanced… Sorry, Arc."

The ocean came surging in, the power starting to bristle. Anger inside him welled up, the desire to burn the young man to a crisp. This was not how the low-born dregs should speak to their righteous king, to their god who rose the heavens and sank the earth!

'Oh, when I've got the time…'

Anger burned inside him, as he saw the cool look on his partner's face. "Do you think you can inform the teacher that I'll need a moment to freshen up so I can be a little late?" He felt the darkness slide through his body, the veins on his inner arm blackening as the corrupting darkness slid through his veins, the power that it brought burning.

He got up, pushed by the redheaded Winchester, another humiliation going through him. He narrowed his eyes, the sensation going through him. He caught sight of Ruby looking a little upset in his direction, Weiss positively irate with what had been done, Blake and Yang merely watching, though he could see some distaste on the blonde's face.

'Not fully against me…'

"Sorry, I wasn't looking…"

The apology was hollow, but he felt the urge to go and bring pain to the young man's body, as he walked out, aware that people were staring and watching, his body feeling like a mess. He'd need a shower before classes and a fresh uniform...

'They'd just been washed too...'

He entered the classroom nearly twenty-five minutes later, five minutes past the class's start. The teacher looked at him, a tall man with glasses and a shocking colour of green hair. "Ah, mister Arc, an unfortunate incident indeed, please take your seat." The man indicated to one of the free seats at the rest of his team's location, and he spotted Pyrrha looking as perfect as always, her eyes glinting with that hint of barely restrained anger. She had anger to the young man, probably not towards him. She hadn't stopped his hand, and she had paid attention...

"Thank you, Doctor Oobleck."

The man's name had been on the schedule, a rarity amongst the listed teachers. The man looked somewhat approving of the use of the title.

"My apologies for being late."

The man gave a faint twitch of a smile, perhaps only a modest manner, as he returned to the front of the board, starting with his next speech. Something about the history of Remnant, he surmised. It was one of the things that he'd not had much experience with.

"And now, to our late entrant... What was the tactical mistake made during the Mantlean Deployment during the Great War?"

He thought for a moment. The information supplied itself immediately. The icy cold fields of the Northern Vytal Sea came to his mind.

---

"Are you DUMB?"

Her voice hissed like a serpent as she stood at the ship's bow, the fur coat that kept her warm looking suitable for an outing in the nobleman's gardens, the frost-bitten features of several of the guard detail that accompanied her.

"How could you have forgotten to even- Are you Mantleans stupid?"

She didn't like this one bit. Ozma's forces had already gotten the tactical deployment before her own forces, with Mantle and Mistral subverted immediately. The abolishment of creative thought and expression... A step towards realizing that there was but one true ruler of this world...

"We have had our orders, Ma'am. Insubordination is punishable by death."

She grit her teeth. This would be tougher. The gun came up and she felt the bullet penetrate her chest. If she had not been blessed with this immortality, it would have spelled her end.

"Deploy the forces! We land now! Vale will be ours!"

She awoke nearly ten minutes later in the freezing cold waters, having been thrown overboard. This was not going according to plan...

---

"They landed too early. Captain Mauritz executed Lady Fressen by shot to the chest and ordered a full-on landing on the Valean shore during Winter, where they were met by the Warrior King's forces of the seventeenth battalion in the strike known as the Valean Redoubling, leading to the Vacuan Blitz and the ending of the war. It was the beginning of the end for the Mantle-Mistralian pact."

The memory of his mama, one of them at least, was something that had bubbled up, the briefest glimpse of her facial features in the frozen ice, a vision of elegance.

"Impressive, Mister Arc. Not many people would be able to state that in such terms. What do you think they could have done better?"

That was a fairly ridiculous question, in his mind.

"Landed mid-Sanus and choked off the trade route before forcing concessions of Dust out of Vacuo, ensuring that the Valean forces would be cut off from their Dust supply and forcing conventional warfare to cease due to a lack of munitions."

It was a simple solution. He would do things differently, though. This was something a little more blunt than the surgical incision that would have been made if things had gone according to plan.

"And why would you not take into account the Dust mining in the eastern mountains of Vale?"

The Professor asked, Jaune giving it some thought. It was a good idea, yet unfeasible with how things had grown in that perilous time.

"Insufficient deposits in the mountains and a lack of ranging out further due to the Grimm. Transport would be too difficult to ensure safely. Whatever they could mine would be insufficient to supply the troops for longer than a year or two, after which Vacuo would remain cut off and Vale would be forced into surrender."

He remembered the plan that Mama had prepared, in the case of the warrior king of Vale getting reinforcements from Vacuo.

"A good conclusion. It is in our own best interest that we do not repeat the past, so to learn from it is to make the world of today understand what it was like. Mister Winchester, what is so funny that you must laugh whilst we are discussing History?" The professor's attention went straight to Cardin, whose eyes looked mockingly at him.

"If he's as good in a fight as he is at reciting historical facts, we've got the Huntsman of the year here, Professor." The man frowned.

"Doctor Oobleck, just to correct... You are entitled to your own opinion, but let us not forget that the Great War was instrumental in ensuring that we live in the world of today, rather than the bland and drab manner that Mantle would prescribe to us... We still have our culture and we should be rejoicing about it."

The rest of the lesson was spent on differing interpretations of the Mistralian side of the Great War, the teacher's knowledge insufficient on some of the workings of the inner court.

---

"And you are sure of this?"

The suspicion was within the eye of the eunuch, whose pallid face was pasted with makeup. It was hardly something to bother with personally, but she was aware of the power that laid within the court.

"As I say it, it is so."

Ozma was planning something, her spies had told her. There was only one course of action. The Vacuo field would need to be cleared before the pawns could take to their side. It would take time for him to return to her, but her old nemesis would return either way.

The eunuch looked at her and then rubbed his hands, dismissing her with a gesture. She left, solely as a courtesy to the one who held the throne. An ineffective ruler, allowing a great deal of the power to rest within the hands of men who were not men at all.

When she ruled the world, it would be herself who was invested with the power and the strength to dominate and destroy the opposition, a goddess who would decimate the opposition and ensure that there was nothing but her will being enacted.

---

"Jaune?"

Weiss spoke up from his side and he startled, his friend looking at him, a dusting of red on her cheeks. "Can we walk together for a bit?" Her questioning look was making him feel a warmth of feeling, as he smiled at her.

"Of course, Weiss."

She smiled a little brighter than before, her eyes lit up with a simple enjoyment of his words. The dark feelings inside him rose, as his hand grabbed hers. She was small and tender, frail and without the body that would be able to resist much...

Tension within his groin as she held his hand, squeezing it at times. "You know a lot about the Great War." She said, her fingers brushing against his side, the back of her hand giving a stroke over his outer leg. Several students gave them a glance before they passed by, as she smiled at him. "I had to study a lot... Between the singing and the lessons in proper financial management, Father never would let me out, so... I learned."

"You are a smart girl, Weiss."

She smiled with that delicate smile, her blue eyes looking away. She seemed to find the compliment to be pleasing, her fingers squeezing softly. "I want you to be happy." He said with a light whisper of concern through his steady voice, looking at her features, a brush of red on her cheeks.

"You already make me happy. When we're together, I feel real. Like I'm floating in the sky, free as a bird."

A softness of her lips, as she looked up. "And..." She sighed softly.

"And?"

He repeated after her, Weiss looking a little shyer than before. The dark urge came to him and he bent low, whispering in her ear.

"And you want to be treated like you're a needy, sexy woman, getting the feeling of being pinned down and forced to love it, right?"

His hand brushed over her hip and she sighed softly, her eyes looking up at him. "That would be quite wonderful, yes. I've never felt... like this." She smiled at him, and she stood up, the confidence in her eyes glowing almost.

"You make me feel good."

She made him feel good too. She was his, no matter what she might claim otherwise. He could see that hesitation, that craving and that desire within her, that focus that she had on him. He seized her gently and then pressed a kiss to her lips, her eyes wide at the sudden gesture, as he held that kiss for a moment, her face going beet red. She pulled away, her cheeks so red that they were like Pyrrha's hair.

"Likewise... Or like your blonde teammate would say 'Like-Weiss'."

She smiled, a big smile that couldn't stop, that didn't want to stop. She punched him with no force behind it, smiling so broadly that her little dose of endorphins was almost like a visible glow around her.

"Hush."

She was still red in the face, but her eyes looked at him with that emotion that he'd felt, as the darkness inside him. "We're... friends." She paused, clearing her throat, the colour slowly going down. The smile remained. "Good friends and you'll be there to... help."

"You're important to me."

He said, as she looked at him. "If you need me and my team, we'll be there for you. I won't let anyone hurt my Weiss." She trembled for a moment, as her head turned away whilst she took deep, gulping breaths, her whole upper body shivering and shaking, his fingers brushing over her shoulder and turning her around. She allowed him, her teary eyes looking at him with that look that he'd seen before.

"I'm going to give you a night that you'll remember, tonight."

Pyrrha could wait for a moment, as Weiss trembled, nodding and yet not trusting herself to speak.

"Yes. I'll..."

His fingers brushed over her neck. Her lips formed three words, as she looked tenderly at him, her eyes curious and yearning.

"Woops."

He hit the ground as someone knocked into him roughly from his side. His hand hurt as he fell on it, bracing himself to get up and hurting from the pain.

"Didn't see you there, Arc. Here, let me help you up."

Cardin's hand grabbed a hold of his shirt and he was pulled up, looking at the redhead whilst his arm ached from the sudden pull. He felt the pain go through him and for a moment, the anger exploded inside him, as he was pulled back up. "We're good, buddy." Another smack and he wobbled, his body tense, as the teammates of Winchester laughed at him, the four departing.

His face was carefully neutral, as he looked at the four, the anger inside pushing and burning.

"Disgusting. Simply because you are not as strong as they are..."

He sighed, knowing that it was the case. "They are jealous because I have a pretty princess with me." Weiss smiled at him, nudging him lightly.

"The prince isn't that bad-looking either, in my eyes."

He knew that. She was pretty and petite, someone who gave a damn. "I can't wait for tonight." She admitted, her smile soft, as she brushed a hand over the sleeve of his jacket, wiping off some dust.

"I've got to get some exercise in too... I'm still too weak."

She nodded, smiling at him for a moment. She kept her exercise regimen up, but she was in no way focused on building strength as fast as she possibly could. The dark ocean inside him roiled and twisted, the flame slowly decreasing in size as he felt the dark urges go through him, a glance at the direction where Cardin had went.

"I'll help you with some stretches, hmmm?" She sounded amused, as her fingers stroked a little lower. "And you can help me by giving me a few stretches..."

He brushed a hand over his. "As the little pale princess commands…" She was a princess, in a certain fashion. His mama was a queen…

He would be a prince to her, and Weiss would belong to him.

The dark ocean bubbled and boiled inside him, twitching and twisting like a living being. He wanted her, he wanted to claim her, to make her his woman. His hand grabbed hers and he brought it up with a feather-light kiss to her knuckles.

"I want you."

She smiled at him. The shudder that ran through her as he looked deep into those eyes and the faint shiver that shot through his own body were just the opening parts of the grand game, as he came closer and kissed her again, her tongue claiming duel against duel against his own as he invaded her mouth, her breathing heavier.

"Geez, keep the PDA to a minimum, lovebirds."

The blonde called Yang spoke up, as he broke the kiss with Weiss, Weiss' eyes darkening a little, the busty young woman having a certain pep in her step, as her gaze drew to his own.

"Big words from a virgin, Yang. Oh no, I guess you were a hit with the boys... Generally as a target for their little teenage dicks."

The blonde coloured, irritation showing in her eyes. This was going to be another argument. He got in-between the two, aware that more eyes were on them with the argument starting.

"Hey, I don't make a fuss about it like you!"

He stood in front of her, the shorter blonde looking up at him. "And what do you want? Going to take it up with me for your girlfriend's honour?" Her voice was angry, her eyes blazing.

"Yang, just be her friend, okay? I'll keep the kissing to a minimum, I'll make sure that she's more obedient, if that's a problem..."

He glanced at Weiss, who smiled back at him. There was a small chance that she'd actually obey him.

"but I don't want you two fighting. It's okay to be a virgin."

"Hey!" The finger that jabbed his chest was painful, as his Aura had shattered earlier. "You're not going to work your glib man-magic on me, buster. Beat me first and then we'll talk terms..." With that threat, she turned around, jogging towards the cafeteria, where the other members of her team were.

"I'll talk to her, she's got no right to critique us."

He looked at the receding back of the blonde, feeling a stab of something inside him, some feeling that darkened his outlook on her. She was becoming more of a nuisance. "I'll-" He held up a hand, as he smiled.

"I'll see whether I can beat her."

He said, as he turned to Weiss again. "I'm going to be someone you can rely on. I want to keep my family safe. To keep my friends safe." She was red in the face still, as she smiled now at him with that natural charm that she had, her delicate features giving that heated warmth that made her look wonderful.

"That's nice."

She mumbled, a little shy in her expression as she let her fingers brush over his chest in a light circle.

"Mama said that I've got the power to change the world."

The power within him was powerful and controlled by the impulses and desires. He would tame it, make it his own... force it to serve him and be the beacon that would draw the others to him.

He could already see Weiss with him, her body claimed fully and willingly... She was such a good friend.

He was unaware of the dark veins that bulged in his arm, as the flesh slowly restored itself back to its natural colour.

---

Beryl looked at her sisters, who looked like they were a mess as they sat in the side-room to the doctor's clinic that treated the 'less-fortunate' with a bit of extra greasing of the wheels. Anger did not even cut it, as she looked into Verde's eyes.

"What the fuck were you thinking, junkies?"

Anger and frustration boiled over, as Verde's pale features looked at her. Jade was doing a little better, after the shot had been given and the doctor had given the all-clear, the look for assistance going unheard.

"But it is a good th-"

She smacked her sister, not giving a damn about how it looked. A red print on her sister's cheek was there, as Verde looked at her with shock in her eyes. "You... hit me?"

"I would beat you like a rented mule if I could. You're just so full of shit, Ver. Stealing? Drugs? Overdosing? You're lucky that dad isn't around or he'd show you why you'd get bruises from the spanking that you'll get."

Jade looked a little scared, Beryl noticed, but that wasn't too important. "You little party freaks are going to be good Valean schoolgirls for the next few months, or by the grace of whatever gods you may try to call on, I will use you as punching bags."

She was not giving a flying fuck anymore. This was setting her back months if not a year.

"I've got this big bout in a few days, and you two half-titted morons decided that it'd be fun to get high and to get fun... Fuck, FUCK. You should be happy that Saphron doesn't know of this or she would just flip her shit with worry. You know Saphron has been vulnerable! How do you think she'd take one of you drug-addled bitches overdosing and dying?!"

Saphron had been through so much, Beryl knew. She'd been trembling a little when she'd heard dad being mentioned. Something wasn't alright with Saphron, as her eyes looked a touch darker and her laugh was a little more forced. Not that these two sisters of hers ever would catch that.

"We're just trying to have some fun, Bear, you should get a hit too-"

She smacked Verde's cheek again, looking into her sister's eyes.

"No. That stuff isn't going anywhere near my body and we're going back home."

She was sure that there would be something that would go wrong if they stayed in this part of town, the doctor that'd performed the reversal of the overdose having given them a moment to get their bearings back together.

"Bu-"

A feather-light jab, stopping in front of her sister's face. It could shatter someone's nose, she'd done it before. Verde's eyes widened as the fist stood there.

"Let's get the fuck out and let's go home, Verde."

She was done with their bratty behaviour. First Saphron got blown to kingdoms come with her home, only surviving because she was outside and the door protected her body, now the twins were getting into drugs...

She felt like she was the only one of the family that had some good sense. At least Violet was still working her job as a secretary.

Getting back home required a little bit of extra push, as her body was more tired than she'd imagined, pushing the twins into their room and shutting the door after giving them a threatening look.

'Fucking junkies... What's next? Hooking for money?'

She didn't like whores. They were soft and weak and without much in the way of the fight that she craved. She closed her eyes, letting her mind wander slowly, trying to regain that equilibrium.

'I'll be keeping an eye on them...'

She was going to be a good sister for once.

---

Saphron allowed herself a moment to adjust, the sight of the windows slowly bleeding red with the rising sun, the morning hour already announced with that glow. Adelheid was hugging her from the side, a streak of drool already on the pillow, her face set in a careless way that made her look almost a little like her younger sisters. She tried to forget the dream she'd had, that feeling of warmth going through her as she licked her lips slowly.

'Cute.'

It had been a pleasant dream, with Adelheid next to her feeling like a sense of comfort. It was warm and comfortable and the bad thoughts stayed away. She heard the soft murmur from the woman, a hiss of something, as the woman's hands pulled her closer, as she'd nearly gotten out of her friend's grip.

"C'mon, you can do better than that... Fuck my ass like you want it, daddy! Punish your naughty girl!"

A shudder ran over her spine as Adelheid giggled a little, a soft tittering from her lips.

'She sleep-talks too, heh... This is just like when we went camping and Jaune was talking about taking the keys to Vale and making many girlfriends. We didn't let him forget about that for months.'

Adelheid's fingers grabbed a tighter grip on her body as she started to kiss her cheek. "C'mon, smack my ass like the bitch I am. I'm here for that big hard cunt-wrecker." It brought back... thoughts.

"Adel?"

She called out and Adelheid's eyes shot open, looking at her as if she'd been caught by surprise. "I'd rather not eh... Smack your ass and give you... that." Adelheid went red, almost launching herself back in a mad dash.

"I had a... yeah, I had this really nice dream."

Saphron looked at her friend, the covers half-opened, showing her friend's body.

'Yep... I can see that.'

"Everyone wets the bed once in their life..."

Adelheid gave her a mock-glare, looking at her. "Hush you, you know that I'm a girl that likes what she sees." Saphron gave her a look, before she coughed softly.

"Fuck my ass like you want it, daddy?"

Adelheid turned terribly red, looking away. Saphron could understand her embarrassment. She'd had... awkward moments too. Terra's name had been Momma in her phone during her pregnancy and eh... That had been a very uncomfortable phone call with her mother about why she'd left a voice message with some very explicit things in it.

"I like what I like, Saph. Sorry if that's making you feel bad, what with happened with your father, but-"

Saphron snorted. She knew the context. Her friend was somewhat of an oddball with her likes.

"It's okay, as long as you don't call me mommy or something. That'd just be weird."

Adelheid got up, stripping the underwear off, Saphron giving a little once-over. Not quite her type, but there was promise.

"Big sis will do. We'll be big sis and small sis... oh, though I think you've got a smaller cup size than me."

Saphron checked herself out, then looked at Adelheid. Nope, Adelheid looked to be a little bigger.

Darn.

"Hey, all boobs are equal. Small ones, big ones..."

Adelheid got her shirt on after fixing herself up with a bra and a fresh set for a post-shower dressing, as Saphron got out of bed as well. A stain of moisture had spread on the spot where they'd laid.

'Yeah, whoever said that girls couldn't have a wet dream was lying.'

It was apparently something completely normal, something that happened to adolescents in their teenage years... and well, they always said that girls matured faster. She could understand that, as Adelheid was a few years younger.

"Now, I need to put some new sheets on and hope that... Ah, there was a sheet below it. Good, whoever made the bed had been prepared for such things."

Saphron always put a plastic sheet below the bed's layers, to prevent leakage if her partner came with surprising force.

"It's pretty common if you love women to get a sheet there. Squirting exists, Adel... But hey, who knows? You seem to be the type of girl that gets called out by mama for being a touch too friendly with men."

Adelheid looked like she'd just swallowed a lemon.

"Come on, Saph! You can't do that! It felt like my mom was looking at me and going 'I disapprove, Adelheid Blau! You should remain a virgin until marriage!' She's old-fashioned, yuck. When I get my holes filled, I'm thrilled!" Adelheid stuck a pose, as Saphron merely gave her a flat look.

"Should I prepare a strap-on or..."

An odd thought came to her mind. "Actually, I just realized that I don't have any female entertainment devices. How about we go shop for a dress AND something to keep us pleasured in the abstinence, eh? Sisters shopping for sexy stuff!"

Adelheid looked at her with a scandalized look. "Adelheid Blau wouldn't be caught dead in a sex shop! Nope, she's a pure chaste virgin! Adel Arc though... Oh, she's a darn great little sister, right Saph?" The wink that came with it disappeared, as Adelheid's face turned serious for a moment.

"I do need to call a few people though. Your little brother's going to be a star and I should do the work."

Saphron supposed that it would be better to skip the teasing about some of the things that came to mind. She chuckled softly, grabbing a towel and something that was a little bit more suitable for a new set of underwear.

"I'm going for a shower."

Five minutes later, she stepped under the shower, the warmth making her feel more comfortable, as she closed her eyes, a low humming coming from her lips at the warmth and pleasure that erupted inside her from the heat.

It had been nice, imagining her brother saving her. In that dream, he'd pulled Jeremy off her and smacked Terra away, before picking her up just like a princess should be picked up, carrying her off to safety.

It'd been pleasant, to feel a strong set of arms around her, almost as if she wouldn't ever be dropped again. Terra wouldn't do such a thing. She felt the warmth inside her pulse, like a faint heat that stoked the flames. Her little brother was good.

She stepped out of the shower after another ten minutes, towelling off and deciding that she'd give him a call. It rang three times, before he opened it up. His face was half-shaded in shadow, as he laid there with his head against the pillow.

"Good morning, Jaune. I just wanted to know how you were doing."

She knew that he'd been a poor boy to be touched by father like that... But he would be better with some training. He smiled at her, his face looking oddly bloodless in the morning. "Good morning, Saphron."

"Hey there, little brother. I just wanted to wish you a good day." It was comforting to say those words, as she let her eyes look over the features of the young man that had been so gallant in her rescue from the nightmares.

"You're naked, though."

She didn't really care much about that. He'd seen her with worse, hell, most of her sisters had seen her with worse, that moment when they'd come home a little earlier than expected. Spread like a turkey with Terra between her legs... Yeah, that hadn't been the best moment. Cleaning the mess off the couch with a face of shame was horrible.

"So were you when you decided to go streaking through the house, Jaune."

She had some pride in that bit of teasing, as he laughed softly. "I just had this urge to call you. Are you... alright?" Hesitation crept into her voice, as he gave a light nod of affirmation.

"Things are great. I'm learning a lot. Adelheid isn't too bad, is she?"

He sounded concerned, and Saphron smiled. Such a worried little brother.

"No, she isn't. She's... She's a bit like Verde and Jay, but she genuinely is a good person. She's my friend."

He smiled at her with that warm Jaune-smile that he'd practised in front of the mirror more than once.

"Bitchy and a bit too easy to give a comment that'll make you feel like you're the worst person around? Nah, Adelheid is friendly and professional, even if she makes a few mistakes. I like her."

She smiled at those words. Adelheid would probably be happy to hear that.

"Careful, Jaune... Wouldn't want to make her lose her job."

He gave a light laugh, smiling at her. "I've got full faith in her that she'll be able to be professional, Saph. She's your little adopted sister. I'd be a bad little brother if I didn't follow my older sister's lead, right?" He winked at her and she grinned.

His face turned serious though. "But... keep her safe, alright? She's not used to Vale and I know that there are some bad parts of town." She smiled at his care and concern. Her little brother, worried for her.

"I wouldn't want to see her be... hurt. I wouldn't want to see any of you be hurt."

Saphron felt a tremor go through her, as she remembered that dream. It had felt so nice, so warm and comfortable. "I'll keep her safe, little brother. Adel Arc won't be hurt, nope." A laugh from him drew amusement from her as she imagined it.

"We're really going with that whole adoption thing, aren't we?"

Saphron grinned, boldly flashing her teeth at him. She was not going to make her friends be alone in this place.

"Hey, she's my first friend post-divorce... You better treat her with as much respect as you do Rouge, right?"

Her older sister was nicknamed Mom because she often was the one to give some good advice, though Saphron knew that when they worked together, even the most uppity of the sisters would fold.

'Kick-ass teamwork!'

"Yes, Saphron. Do I need to carry her bags whilst she's shopping too?"

Saphron smiled, realizing that she was going to go shopping for stuff with Adelheid today.

"Yes. You will also buy her something nice to eat when you're working together. I will not let my friend be treated like trash because my little brother couldn't be bothered to spend Lien on her." Jaune's face on the camera was less worried, and she knew that she was smiling back at him.

"You know me, Saph. I always try my best." She knew that. He was her little brother, the young man who always wanted to protect them.

"I love you, little brother."

She loved every single one of her sisters and her little brother. Adelheid was a good friend, no matter what terminology they used. It had just clicked between them, from that first meeting in the hospital. The guts of the girl to just pose as a member of the family was something that she'd appreciated.

It hadn't been pleasant to only have her father around, and Miss Umbra had been understanding...

"I love you too, Saph. You're going to be alright again, I just know it." She hoped so. It wasn't feeling right inside her at this moment.

'You'll be getting a reckoning, Terra...'

---

He watched Pyrrha look at him hesitantly as Weiss brushed her fingers over his side, the feeling of the touch as intimate as she made it look. "We're going to take an hour or so, don't worry about it." Pyrrha looked like she didn't want to leave, her green eyes looking at him, Weiss kissing his neck, letting her teeth nip against the flesh.

"We'll be back in an hour."

His partner confirmed, as Weiss' fingers already were in the process of unbuttoning his shirt, her delicate motions administering that divestment of clothing. The door clicked shut and Weiss pulled open his shirt, looking at him with those eyes that seemed to only hold him in their gaze.

"Jaune..."

Her voice was like a breathy murmur, as her eyes looked tender. "Make love to me." He could see the dark twitch inside those eyes, that heady, needy strength that she mustered for him. He leaned down and kissed her, the warmth of her body making him feel better, as she surrendered to him with a sigh.

Her hands were pinned against the bed as he pressed her down, a tremor going through her, as the dark ocean inside him burned and writhed, absorbing more of that heat and trying to make the flame grow, as he looked down at her. She was pale, but her eyes did not change, looking at him.

"Your eyes are red... Yang's get red too when she's frustrated."

He must be showing his ugly side again, a tender look on her face as she leaned up. "I love you." A kiss to his lips, as he lowered himself, pressing her against the bed with her head lip-locked with his own, her hands pressed against the bed as he felt her buck slightly.

"You're great, Weiss." Her voice was soft, moaning with a deep intent, her nipples erect and her eyes dewy. "I'm so lucky that I know you."

"E-even if you're just u-using me..."

She said, her voice trembling. He let go of her hand and pressed a finger to her lips.

"You're my friend." He said, correcting her. "I don't use my friends." It was perhaps a lie, as he already had plans to make Pyrrha into someone who had his back, moreso than her partnership with him would wish for. Weiss looked happy, as she smiled.

"N-no... You wouldn't. That virgin is wrong! You're a good man, a-a nice man! M-my... my friend."

He looked at her and kissed her again. She inhaled sharply through her nose, as his hands slid down, caressing over her modest chest. She kept the kiss going, her body gasping and trembling, as he worked.

'A single domino has fallen and the maiden is in despair... Fill her need with that void of your care...'

She was so easy, as his teeth nibbled on her lip, his knee pressing between her legs, a squeak coming from her lips. She was so wet too, as she laid there, his eyes looking into those blue depths of hers. A feeling of wanting to see her struggle, to have her choke and break and become his fully, rose up.

"I'm sorry for being so weak."

He was sorry, somewhat. The words were just what she needed to hear, as the fire lit up within those eyes. "I'm not the most..."

"You're wrong! You're wrong! You're someone who makes me feel happy!"

Her voice was a low hiss, passionate and fiery. His hands grasped those peaks, a shudder coming from her.

"Don't say that, Jaune. You'll get better."

He brought his head down to her neck, biting into the skin. It was a light nip, yet she shuddered. "Hmm... Don't say you're weak. You're strong, stronger than me." Her voice was whispering, as her hands brushed through her hair.

"I had nothing but the singing and the lessons. Beacon was to be my escape, to be the place where I could grow into... well, something better."

He gave a light tug to her nipple, a shrill sound from her lips at the tug. "I met you. I'm... I'm not the best with people."

"You're my Weiss." She went rigid. A trembling shot through her, as she seemed to get emotional, the words having hit at the core of her being, just as they should. She would respond to that feeling of being claimed, of having someone desire her for who she was. "And that's all you'll be, at the start. You'll grow into a beautiful princess."

She exhaled, a sound that was emotional and breathy, as he laid his head against her stomach. He could hear the thump of her heartbeat slightly higher, the exhales loud, like a rushing stream.

"I'm..."

He looked at her. "You're perfect. You're Weiss Schnee. Even though we might've had... our little disagreements." She looked back at him, smiling with tears coming from her eyes. The words were right, they offered her comfort. The dark impulse to claim her was stronger, as he rubbed over her hips. "You just need to acclimatize to this place a little bit."

"Maybe." Her voice was tiny. "We're... I think I love you." Her voice lacked the hope that it had of before. "You make me feel really good and... And I just wanted to hurt that virgin for daring to talk to you like that."

He kissed her stomach softly. "I'm not going to fool you, Weiss." He knew that these words would hurt. "I don't know you for long enough to say that I love you." Her eyes looked wet, but they understood. Mama would have kept the girl on edge for longer, but his body pushed up, hands supporting him.

"But you are my good friend. I love you as a friend at the very least."

She only dared to show her true vulnerability when she was around him, those eyes looking into his own, a shy smile on those lips.

"Now... Do you want to have sex?"

A shudder that went through her, as she nodded softly. "I... I had this dream. It was a good dream." She hesitated, as she licked her lips. "I was free of father and mother was... functional. We were getting married."

She shivered. "That's silly, isn't it? A dream about the two of us getting married? We've known each other for less than a month, but already I feel like I've known you for most of my life." There was a soft shiver, as his fingers stroked over her groin, Weiss giving a low 'Ah-shhhh' sound.

"Sometimes, a princess needs a prince to save her from the darkness."

She kept on smiling, as she closed her eyes.

"I'll..." She hesitated, as she lightly pushed over him. "It doesn't matter, does it?" The dark urges inside him were starting to grow, the vulnerability that she showed making him want to destroy what made her whole and pure.

"Weiss, you matter. When I'm established as... well, whatever I am, I want you around." She seemed to breathe more heavily, as she let the thought go through her.

"I want my friends around when I graduate. I want you to smile, I want you to be the greatest Schnee that ever walked these halls."

She looked shy as he praised her, but preened internally. There was something in those eyes. "And no matter what, Weiss... I'll always be there for you. Mama said to me that I could have as many friends as I wanted, because they would be wonderful people. I will love you all."

Weiss Schnee, at that point, was his. The tears that leaked down her eyes and the soft breathy whispers that came from her lips were her final submission to him, as he dove into her, her gasping and groaning at his touch and his clumsy tongue inside her like a siren's call.

They laid on the bed nearly fifty minutes later, three filled condoms already tied off and on the side-table, Weiss gasping and groaning as he laid atop her. She was so pretty, even though she had been like a thunderstorm, passion and frenzy. Red marks were on her skin, her legs splayed to the side as the scent of sex clung to them.

"I can't get up."

Her voice was hoarse, as the squeals and giggles had tapered off into something that was bestial and needy, her body no doubt sore. He pulled out slowly, Weiss giving a low moan. "I can't get up. You must carry me." He smiled at her, kissing her cheek.

Her neck had red marks from where he had bitten down, the feeling of that darkness inside him receding as he made love to her. She was like his mama with her pale hair and her beauty, though those ice-blue eyes made him feel a strong urge to keep her as a doll, because she was so beautiful.

The door clicked open and Weiss twitched, his hand rolling the condom off. Pyrrha's head ducked in, only to give a soft eep and disappear when she saw the two of them. With how they'd gotten entangled in the bed, Pyrrha had seen a good shot of his ass and Weiss' parted legs.

"Great... Seen by the girl I admire."

Her voice was oddly giggly, as she tried to get up but couldn't. "Get dressed and carry me to my teammates, my prince. I'll... Eh, who gives a damn anymore. I had some great sex..." She shuddered. He got himself dressed with a set of jeans, grabbing one of the towels and wrapping it around her, the biggest and fluffiest that he could find. He pushed open the door, the coolness of the ground being different, as he walked without socks. Weiss' Scroll was in her hand, to open the door up for him.

She opened up the door with his Scroll, just in time for Nora to appear in front of it, big smile on her lips.

"Woah, that smells... Strong."

Weiss grinned, a lazy grin, licking her lips. "Hey, we needed some privacy. I do some private concerts for my friends..." She kissed his chin again, as he walked past Nora, their Scroll switching to Weiss' own. Ruby stood near the door, turning around to face them as they entered, Yang and Blake visible on their bed, the latter busy with reading a novel.

"Are you okay, Weiss?"

Weiss waved off the concern, as she looked at him. Ruby looked a little worried, but that was before the smell hit her and she furrowed a brow, looking at him with a confused expression on her face.

"I got what I needed. "

Weiss smiled, looking more approachable.

"Do you think you can carry me to the shower, Jaune? I need a shower after that bit of exercise."

Yang looked like she wanted to say something, but Weiss fixed her with a look. "He's mine, Xiao-Long. Don't get ideas about my friend. If you want to be his friend too, you'd better take a number..."

She turned her gaze to him, as she smirked, one of those little mean smirks that she had in reserve. It suited her face well, as she looked challenging at the blonde.

"Your younger sister's going to go first, after all. She's my partner. We share things, right?"

Ruby's face was red as her cloak, as she stammered something, and he carried Weiss into the shower. It was endearing, he knew, her soft smile looking at him.

"That was mean."

She smiled at him but didn't comment, as he gently let her down, her feet unsteady. "Do you need a hand with washing?" She shook her head. That wonderful smile was on her lips again.

"If I did, you'd be making me cum again, Jaune. Let's not traumatize my teammates, shall we?" She was so understanding of that fact, as she got under the spray, holding herself up by the metal pole fastened to the wall.

"I- no, thank you. Thank you for being with me."

He smiled at her. "You're too good for me. I'm just a Huntsman's son, and... well, you're amazing." She flushed again, turning her gaze away.

"And a Dust empire's heiress..."

She said, even with his finger stroking over her back. His hand was getting wet, but that didn't matter.

"You're Weiss. That makes you a princess anyways."

She seemed to smile, her eyes closing gently. She looked to be better, to be more at peace with herself.

"I love you. But we'll start as friends. I'm... This is new to me."

He smiled and kissed her neck. She shivered as if she was cold.

"I'll send Ruby in to help you. She's your partner."

Weiss held on to the knobs of the shower, her head turning around.

"I'll... I'll go on the pill. I want to feel you. It'll take a month, maybe, but... I want you to feel me too."

He smiled at her and she smiled back at him.

"I'm so glad I met you. Life feels worth living now."

She was his, he knew. She wouldn't turn her back on him or betray him for some ulterior goal. She was his Weiss and he liked her for her personality. Fiery and explosive, yet sweet and demure and kind when in private.

"I'm glad that I met you as well."

He closed the bathroom door behind him, seeing Ruby stand close to the door, trying hard not to look as if she'd been listening at the door. Her cheeks were a little red.

"Do you think that you could help Weiss with washing a little, Ruby? She's sort of gone weak-kneed."

'I took too much...'

The fire burned inside him, as the ocean had receded. The little trick that he'd found to manipulating the power within him by absorbing the warmth of the others was there. He'd tried, and Weiss had given herself to him.

"Hold it, buster." Yang's hand grabbed his arm with a very firm grip. Ruby had already passed him by and entered the bathroom, the door having shut behind her.

A cracking sound, as the other arm broke and he winced, the blonde not seeming to notice that fact as his arm twisted.

"What sort of example do you think you're setting for my little sister, bringing Weiss back like that?!"

He tried to find a moment to repair the damage, trying to keep himself from crying out in pain, his eyes looking into hers, the look in her eyes like a damning curse, the pain only a distraction. He wanted to see her burn, he wanted to break this girl into something that was a little more pliant, something a little more obedient.

He looked into her eyes, not responding, as she jostled his arm a little. The limb below where she held it flopped a little and he caught sight of golden eyes widening. The brunette had obviously seen what the issue was with his arm. "Answer me, you asshole. Are you going to be fooling around with Weiss some more, or are you going to-"

"Does it really bother you that much, Yang?"

His voice was dry, as his eyes met hers, his hand starting to twitch a little. "To see your teammate enjoying a consensual hook-up? Are you that cruel as to break up a pair of friends who just want to share themselves?"

Her eyes looked a little taken aback, but he tried to tug himself away. She squeezed down harder and he felt the pain increase. He tried to mend the flesh with his will, but the darkness barely responded, as the burning flame inside him seemed to grow even more intense.

"I don't want you to do anything to Ruby! She's my little sister and doesn't need someone like you around."

He hurt, feeling the pain inside him well up. With a single burst of flame, the girl would be ashes. He could crank it up to the maximum that he could muster, but it would be enough to set her alight.

"Oh, does she? Are you going to defend her as well when she's dating? Big sister, always trying to be lurking in the distance?"

His voice was bitter, as the pain seared through him. She held on tighter, the audible hiss of pain from him, as she looked at him.

"I've got seven sisters, Yang. I know what it's like to be the youngest. Do you know what my older sisters said? They asked me whether I was dating my right hand whenever I had a crush on someone. Do you want your sister to grow into an adult alone? Are you that scared for her to meet a guy so-"

His head snapped back as she'd punched him. He went down easily.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Arc. Ruby doesn't need someone like you, a playboy who would ruin her innocence for life, around." He tried to get up, but his other arm was useless. He caught sight of the brunette looking at him with worry in his eyes.

"I'm going to leave now."

His arm was starting to swell up, the pain of the splintered bones already growing to be near-unbearable. "See you in class, Yang." He got up using his other hand, feeling the rage inside him. He fumbled a little before he turned the door handle.

She'd hurt him, simply because she didn't like what he was doing with one of her teammates. She'd hurt him just because she was insecure and thought that he would do things with the silver-eyed girl.

"Run off like a scared little boy, Arc. You're nothing, and you sure as hell aren't-"

His eyes met hers and he felt that urge rising, as he pulled the door open after twisting the handle. The door slammed shut. He leaned against it for a moment, as he could hear someone speak up.

"You broke his arm, Yang. I heard it snap."

There was no regret from the girl about what she'd done, the muted 'So what? Serves him right!' giving him thoughts of vindication. He caught sight of Ren looking at him, or more precisely at his arm. It had twisted around, the flesh discoloured and pained. It hurt like a bitch.

"Let's get inside."

Jaune mumbled, as he twisted his arm back into place with an audible crack. Ren winced, as he laid a hand on him.

"It hurts a lot, doesn't it?"

Ren said with a soft voice, trying to keep his arm steady, opening the door. His flesh mended, as he sent the power into it. He looked at Pyrrha and then cleared his throat.

"Demolish Yang in a sparring match. Make her feel weak and helpless, Pyrrha."

There was anger in his voice, a fit of livid, wrathful anger. He was not someone who shared his bed lightly with people and Yang was wrong for even daring to think that he would lay a hand on someone without their express desire to. He could if he wanted to, but he was better than that.

"She broke his arm. If he couldn't do whatever it is with his Semblance, it would be broken and half-way twisted."

Ren spoke, as Nora's eyes looked hooded.

"I'll break her legs. Let's see how she makes her little strut with her legs in casts."

There was a wave of vile anger within Nora's eyes, something that seemed to stroke the darkness inside him, rousing it into a maelstrom that seemed to encroach on the burning flames inside him.

"Have Pyrrha dismantle her... You can do that, right?"

He looked at his partner, who nodded, her green eyes looking angrily at the door.

"Why would she hurt you?" The redhead asked, and he sighed.

"She's afraid that Ruby would be doing the same things with me as Weiss did. I better get stuff cleaned up, sorry about the mess..."

He grabbed the condoms and put them in the bin, Nora looking at him with a look of grimness on her face.

"That isn't right, Jaune. She should realize that her sister needs to make her own friends."

Nora's voice was a lower tone, as her fingers raked through her short hair.

"If I get Yang against me, I'll make sure that she'll be playing flopping fish when I've slammed her through a few walls..."

"Thanks guys." The dark ocean inside him bubbled, as his body felt that rush of strength go through it, the feeling growing ever stronger, as thoughts of repayment came to his mind. The girl was strong, the girl was beautiful... But she was after all, a girl.

"We're here for you, glorious leader. You're going to be the best leader of our team, after all!" Nora's voice was energetic, but there was that lurking darkness inside her, whilst Ren looked at him, his lips pressed tightly together.

That night, he dreamed of a blonde girl, lost in the woods. It was him leading the charge, the Grimm Beowolves following his every move, the girl trying to fight them off but eventually losing, an arm torn off, a spray of blood following as she screamed like the bitch she was.

His hand around her chin, forcing her to look at him as he whispered the words into her ear that she should've left him alone, like the foolish child that she was. He was something greater than she would ever know, even as her sobbing pleas for mercy were like the fading echoes.

He slowly roused from his sleep by the ringtone that belonged to Saphron, smiling at her. He noticed that he'd grown hard throughout the night and for a moment, the dark little thought lingered, as his sister's face appeared on the screen.

'Well... When you are beaten down, Yang... I suppose it would be the right of the conqueror to ensure that you are a touch more compliant...'

A dark thought that didn't fit with his natural thoughts, but one that was oh-so seductive, the thought of bringing the blonde to such a level where there would be something that was resembling obedience in her...

'Hmm...'

She had hurt him, whilst he had done nothing wrong aside of making love to her teammate. A good woman obeyed her man, and Yang was no good woman.

It was time for her to be shown that there was no refusal to a member of royalty.

'I'm sorry, Ruby... it seems I must make her hurt...'

---

Violet let her eyes open slowly to the world again, rubbing over her sides, the treatment having already taken on, her body feeling a little sicker than before, as she rubbed over the sore stomach that she had. It wasn't nice when it happened to you, but it cleared away the stuff that could make you sick.

She looked through the messages on her Scroll, taking note of some of the adjustments on pricing that had been worked through for the 'rental space' that she rented frequently, her customers never really knowing about her own woes. She was private enough for that, even with her eyes looking at the screen.

She sauntered downstairs sometime mid-afternoon, wearing a loose bathrobe that she'd suborned as her own, a light dusting of colour on her eyes, the tiredness fading swiftly as she saw Beryl and the twins seated opposite of each other, the twins looking a little guilty for some reason whilst Beryl continued to glare at the two of them. "Trouble in paradise, Bear?"

"Hush, Fifi. These two morons didn't watch their drink and Jade got hit with a pill."

Violet's eyes looked at Jade, checking the signs for the drugs that'd make a girl lose track of herself. In her own line of work, such things were near-instinctual by this point.

'Eyes are focused, there's no sign of blurriness or of confusion...'

"That sucks. I've got to get going, I want to hit the gym before I'm off to work."

Her own routine, to get herself in the best shape possible, her eyes catching sight of the pot and looking through the contents.

'Someone took some, two hundred?'

She glanced back at them and saw the look on the twins' face turn even guiltier, the glare on Beryl's face increasing in strength.

'I guess it's back on the job a little faster...'

They'd stolen from the money that'd been meant for the family, but that was okay...She'd have to work a little harder, act a little more. Her face was as energetic as it appeared, but on the inside, she was cringing. She felt used, like a napkin after dinner, and it had been because of them trying to waste money on frivolous stuff.

As she stood on the treadmill nearly thirty minutes later, dressed in her sport top and with that little hint of deodorant around her, she gazed at her own reflection in the mirror as she worked out, her body moving with the cadence of the beat of the background music, her eyes closing as she lost herself.

'For them... We can't lose the house.'

She loved her family more than she loved herself and to think that they'd be on the streets, all because her sisters had been delinquents and skimming off the top... Well, she wouldn't let that happen. She was a lady of the night by profession if it could be called that, but she would not let her family live on the streets.

"Hey there, good-looking lady. Come here often?"

Her eyes opened as she saw a young man, maybe around her age, perhaps a little older, standing there next to the other treadmill, her eyes catching the dark brown hair and the deep red eyes, looking at her with that look that she got more often.

"Few times a week, because I've got to get my body in shape again."

It was the banter, the easy way of acting like she didn't hurt, like the world was peachy and wonderful, that brought her desire to be someone else, to be something different from a whore, out into the world.

"Oh? Planning on going somewhere after you're done? I think I'd like to get to know you better."

She put the casual smile on her lips for this little put-down. She didn't really think that she was ready for a relationship, not with what she did for a living.

"Afraid I've got work to do, buddy. Nice offer, but I'm already spoken for."

There was a soft lilt to her voice as she lied, knowing that a casual put-down would be something a little better than just stringing someone along. She hated being strung along herself, but she had to be the one who made men feel that dash of longing, that plunge of desire.

"Ah, it was worth a gamble."

He drooped off and she mentally congratulated her on averting disaster for the time being. Some men did not take well to being denied the opportunity, and she wasn't the strong fighter that her sister was.

As she slid the key into the lock of the window that she had to herself, she smelled the sweet scent of perfume, her eyes looking at the fading daylight. She'd always imagined that she'd be someone famous, rather than someone who just sucked a dick for a living...

'Wouldn't it have been nice to live in a mansion?'

She undressed, her underwear put in the bag that she kept for her street clothing, the makeup skillfully applied in the small beauty mirror that she had taken with her, prettying herself up. It would be a night of enjoying the company of people and being bored out of her mind if the goings were slim.

As she leaned against the chair, waiting for the evening crowd to come in search of female flesh to pleasure themselves with, her eyes watched with a care for those who had been around since she'd started to work here, knowing that some people were just in it for the money, whilst others enjoyed their job.

The man who'd been her john a few nights before, during the 'extra hour' that she'd had to schedule, appeared again, not smoking today. A different jacket, a little bit of grooming done on his face. Not a bad man, though she didn't really have a great feeling about him.

"Hey there, big man... Come to visit me again?"

Her voice was the seductive murmur of a lover and a whore, as the man's eyes looked at her. She felt the man's eyes rest on her chest, pushing them out at the man, who nodded.

"Then come on in and let me show you a world of sin."

He knew how to wash his hands, a blessing for her, as the curtains were shut and the smell of his cologne hit her nostrils, her eyes looking at the man, who held out another two hundred Lien in chips.

"Can we do that again?"

She nodded, taking a hundred, but the man pushed the other hundred at her.

"For the good service of last time. I enjoyed it."

She took the money, not complaining about it. Money was money and she wanted to make it. She put a sultry smile on, putting the Lien away. She was on the job...

She allowed herself to have a little joy, knowing that the man was more than welcome to her body, as he'd paid for her service. The condom was tied off and discarded of a moment later, before she spread her legs once again, not giving a moment's thought about how things appeared, instead putting on a new one with her lips, the man's groan enough. The Scroll started to call again, the man cursing softly.

"Take it, I'll just wait."

She spoke, as her groin twitched softly from the after-effects of the treatment of earlier, the ache still there of the cleansing that they'd done.

The man spoke rapidly to his girlfriend or wife, inquiring whether there was something wrong, promising to come for a visit in the morning. It was simple chatter, but she felt unease, as if something was watching her, as if there was something about to happen.

As he paid up another two hundred, she let her eyes close slowly. It hadn't been bad, but it hadn't been super. Some guys just knew where to hit, or were big enough that they hit regardless of their technique.

"See you around, soldier."

The wink that she added to it was reciprocated, even with that weird queasy stomach feeling continuing as she saw him leave, the feeling inside her gut something that she trusted, even as her world seemed to turn on its end, her stomach revolving like some sort of mad top.

She threw up in the sink, feeling the pain inside her stomach increase, the Lien chips already tucked away in the special storage that she'd kept for her stuff. She'd take another two hundred or three hundred with her tonight, if she made it through the night.

Her stomach was turning and twisting, already making her feel sickened by the disgust inside her.

'I've got four hundred Lien... I can call it a night.'

She would have to make sure that she got home safe, so she could sick out a little. One customer had made her day with four hundred Lien and the bad feeling continuing. She hated the treatment, but it was the best way to make sure that you didn't make people get sick.

She'd suck a hundred dicks before she'd let her family drop.

"Evenin', doll... A bit early for you to be leaving your place in the wall, aren't you?"

The leather jacket that she wore was still in good shape, as her heart sunk in her chest, spotting the same assholes who'd taken their 'payment' from her before. Their eyes were already leering, as she resigned herself.

'Fighting won't work. If I can't work, I can't make money...'

She allowed herself to be led into the dead alley, her mind already going to the cost for another treatment. They wouldn't hurt a pretty girl too much. This might set her back even more, but she'd still be able to make the money...

She was on her knees in a flash, already getting ready. She inhaled deeply and then exhaled, readying herself for the performance on the dirtiest stage of the world. If she did what they wanted, it wouldn't be so bad.

"Hey granny, we're busy over here! Why don't you go and be somewhere with your knitting circle?"

There was a soft laugh, an old woman's laugh if she didn't mistake it. She swallowed the load from the guy who'd just finished up in her mouth, about to get herself ready for the bit of punishment that she'd disliked greatly. Vaginal without a condom sucked, in her opinion. That was reserved for a guy you'd bring home to mom and make her grill him.

"Well, I would like to see what happened to the little lady you've drug along... These nights are awfully dangerous for a woman alone."

The voice was weathered and perhaps a touch cool, as she stripped her jeans down, her underwear joining it. Compliance was better than a beating.

A fwophf-shhh sound was barely audible, as the speaker seemed to smack something on his cheek, something in the man's voice enough, as his body dropped.

"Hey, what's the big idea, lady! Old people like you shouldn't interfere in the bloodhound gang's territory!"

She continued with the preparations for getting fucked, regardless of what was going to happen. She was going to be raped again, and no old woman could really be of much help. The gasping and choking sound that she heard was different, as the guy behind her pushed her away, her jeans on her ankles, the smell of garbage in her nostrils as she turned around.

Another fwophf-shh sound that came from that direction, as she turned to look at the guy who'd been lining up for the business, her tits out and there, as a body hit the ground, the big brute who'd gotten first shot at her womanhood falling to the ground. Another sound came, as another of the men fell down, shot down with something, as she watched the first man who'd spoken start to convulse and twitch horribly.

"Really, such a rude set of gentlemen..."

Violet Arc's eyes widened as she saw some of the bodies go still suddenly, fear curling around her heart. The woman had killed them, she'd done it without even a flinch. The woman had just mechanically moved, before the gun fired a dart at them and they died, twitching and gasping in their final breaths.

'She killed them.'

"Are they... dead?"

Her heart beat faster whilst her gaze watched the men who'd raped her before, who had made her 'pay' for the pleasure of working in their area, lay there still.

"There is a certain efficiency in Vacuan Spider venom, girl... It shuts down the muscles and relaxes them, causing the victim to shiver and convulse whilst the nerve endings get attacked. Painless, it is not, according to those who survive it."

The woman cackled in amusement at the way that some of the men still twitched, as she motioned for her to come closer. The hand that held the small gun was out of sight, the woman having obviously placed it somewhere out of Violet's view.

"Do come along, girl. Time is wasting and we don't want to be here when the police... Well, you don't want to be here when the police comes."

She hurried after her new saviour, falling to the ground when her ankles got snagged in the jeans that still had been at her ankles, pulling them up with embarrassment written on her face, the woman giving a soft chuckle. She pulled her shirt back on, getting herself somewhat presentable as the woman walked from the alley.

She followed after the woman, whose speed was a lot quicker than an old woman seemed to be capable of, her eyes never leaving the woman, wanting to say something but losing the ability to speak.

"Who... Who are you?"

She finally got out, as they stood in front of an abandoned lot in one of the parts of town that'd been known to belong to one of the gangs, nearly ten minutes walking distance from the place where this woman had just killed four people belonging to one of those gangs.

"An assassin. I kill people. I was out on a job when I chanced upon your situation."

She felt a surge of gratitude go through her, knowing that this old woman must have taken pity on her because she'd seen what happened. The feeling of gratitude lasted, as the old woman checked her watch, seemingly checking the time. An old-fashioned one, with gears and no LED display.

The queasy feeling in her stomach returned even worse, as she felt the bile come up from her stomach, bending over and emptying it in the grass, the puke forming a dark and indistinct shadow in the night's sparse lighting.

"Sorry, I've just got a treatment against diseases done, my stomach is..."

The woman did not respond to her, and Violet looked at the barrel of the dart gun that was levelled at her chest when she got herself back up fully. Her heart started to beat in her chest, as the old woman's face was stoic and distant.

"The mild stomach irritant works well, it seems. I had hoped that you would've been a little easier to get a hold of, but it is no matter... You always were the target, Violet Arc."

The woman's old features were stony and frozen in that expression of near-apathy, as the gun fired once, a dart piercing right into her chest. A brief thought about how she'd get the hole out of her shirt was given before she wobbled and fell. She hit the ground, feeling her muscles relax, her breathing nearly stopping completely as her body felt the stabbing pain, the woman walking over to her.

"The Mistress does not wish to see her family linked to whores, girl."

Violet Arc's vision started to grow darker as she felt her body convulse, feeling a numbness go through her body as she felt another wave of nausea come up. She could see the woman come even closer to her, as she felt the convulsions start. Pain fired through every nerve on her upper body, radiating out from the spot where the dart had hit her.

Her body laid motionless, as the woman checked her pulse with her hand, a light nod given to confirm something, as the woman pulled a Scroll out, fiddling with the buttons before pressing the proper one. A ringing sound was in her ears, connecting after a moment as a cool female voice inquired whether the issue had been taken care of.

"Mission completed, Mistress."

'I should've totally stayed home today...'

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I await your commentary, ladies and gentlemen! More darkness in the future! Salem's not going to just stop being herself. We see her again in the next chapter!

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