RWBY: reading the witch princess of chaos
After the last chapter it was agreed that they would have a small talk about what they had learned. About what the similarities between the worlds and how it has effected Ruby or as she is known within the other realm Allisara.
"So what do we know?" asked the general, he had his scroll out as did winter as they prepared to take notes. Surprisingly it was Salem that spoke. "from what has happened in this tomb we can tell that I exist along with Ozma." she said, her regal voice gathering the attention of everyone in the room. Ozpin answered "True, in the first part of this insight when young ruby was taken summer confirmed that, what we do not know is the influence over the world. If everyone is still in their relative positions and what the ripple from this 'kings' actions will have."
This got a nod of agreement. "we have also seen that they have enchanted weapons" this came from raven, her keen mind already working over drive on what she had heard and seen. "don't forget the confirmation about gods existing" muttered Blake, it irritated her that these beings existed but all they did was sit by and watch the suffering like it was some sort of entertainment. She could understand the ones from the other realm as they had been confirmed as gods of war. The brothers angered her as they are of the concepts light and dark This means that their authority covers more than the others.
Her statement got an uneasy nod. Most in the room had grown up hearing about the brother gods. Whilst not many took them seriously The sort of thing that early societies use to explain the mysterious. This however has blown those ideas out of the water.
"It seems that the society that ruby is being raised in is not only martial but also has different set of morals than what we have. This would make talking to them difficult if it was possible at all." said jaune surprising everyone at the insight. There was a silence at what was said.
Things were very different than what they were expecting from. However they needed to continue on as they would not be released until they had gotten their way through the entire thing. Thus it was that they started to filter into the screen room.
They were surprised to see a message up on the screen. It was a warning declaring that there was going to be content of specific types. Similar to how the film industry used it. It appeared that specific things were translated from their world so that it would be easier for them to understand. Thus it was that they took there seats not quite sure what to expect as if torture only needed a slight note what would this required for their notice?
Chapter 4: A World for Myself
A blissful sigh left Allisara's lips as she sank in the bath of blood in her personal Cauldron of Blood.
There was a soft noise that interrupted the feeling of disgust that had permeated the room at that first line. It was a small sound of appreciation and understanding. Noticing that she had made a noise Salem had to enlighten the Neanderthals, she could enjoy and appreciate this version of the girl as she appeared to be a very competent sorceress like herself. The girl also seemed to be aware of the capabilities of different types of magic.
"It is not as bad as it looks" she explained "blood has many properties that are useful within magic circles." she started "There are uses such as blood adoption which was used by the infertile. It is also used by healers due to the intimate nature of the substance allowing for the healing to be more effective." she said getting nods of understanding. "It could also have the opposite effect as with every good comes its opposite." This statement did not help with their unease.
The steam that rose around her colored crimson and her pale skin was dyed a shimmering red from the blood that coated her. She always carried her Cauldron of Blood with her Shrine to Khaine as per her grandmother's orders. In fact, Allisara is the only person that Morathi has told the secrets of the ritual.
Once again there were the looks for the explanation. Salem sighed "out of every one here I am sure that the general will understand the reasons." this got a raised eyebrow from the general. She started again as if she was lecturing children. Even Oz, for all his strength, was naive when it came to this part of sorcery, he had been a combat mage. The type that used general spells that everyone knew but most did not use them in the manner that he did nor have the experience in combat as him. "most of magic is dangerous, similar to a semblance. Thus it is that the truly powerful magic is kept secret and coded. It was not unusual for two versions of a spell to be created. A 'Public' version which is generally weaker or has some sort of modification. Then we have the private version which would normally be stronger or some sort of benefit to using it that had been removed in the public version."
The general nodded, he could understand the need for secrecy and appreciated the security measures the mages would take. What he did not realise and Salem did not say was that sometimes a mage would leave traps within the spell that would cause it to backfire. This ritual sounded like one of these situations to her, not that she was going to say so to these simpletons.
Not that Allisara actually needed it, but she found an odd addiction of relaxing in a tub of hot blood.
This particular batch came from the recent captors of the Norsca. Children were the first to go around for what use was weak little slaves. The men were more a fifty-fifty, more so for Norscan warriors that were tough enough to survive the life of slaved labour.
Raven was unaffected by this as it was not unknown for the tribes to do something similar. She did pay attention as this would give some insight into the type of culture that the girl was now part of.
Women were the most spared, but only because they can be used for... other services. As much as Allisara disciplined her army, there was only so much she could beat down. But, alas, Druchii men will be the lecherous bastards they are.
Raven snorted at this drawing a glare from her brother whilst the others were disgusted at what they had just heard. "We can not exactly judge them on that alone. The tribes and even the faunus of the white fang do the same" she said non nonchalantly not caring that her statement sent shivers down the girls backs as they had been fighting the fang not realising that this was a possible fate.
Exceptions were Father considering his responsibility and condition.
When it came to the matter of men, Allisara was openly dismissive. When she wanted the pleasure of skin, Allisara never went for men. Any advances done on her by nobles for marriage and want not would find themselves with their heads on a pike in front of her palace in Naggarond. Malekith actually had to make it a law that such contracts go through him directly, but Allisara knew that Father will deny every single one.
"That is right no man will ever lay their dirty hands on my girl!" shouted tai getting snickers from the room. Ruby however was bright red in the face, both from embarrassment and at the thought of her other doing... that. Summer however was nodding appreciatively. "no matter his motives or plans, this Malekith is at least taking his role seriously" Summer despite her alternate being dead and her daughter being brought to such a vulgar society. She was however pleased that she was being raised to be a strong and independent woman.
She goes as far as cutting their genitalia before they were sacrificed into her Cauldron of Blood. Seras was always a free fuck ever since she was brought into the Witch Elves eight years ago. The pair had a more than mutual friendship by Druchii standards. Friends in Druchii society meant 'I won't stab your back, and I won't stab yours'.
Qrow snorted at that before sarcastically commenting "wow I wonder why that seems familiar" as he was saying thins his glance to raven only earned him a deep scowl with a sub audible growl from the depths of her chest.
Allisara and Seras were more on the lines of a master-servant relationship without the mind break and the benefit of pleasure for the both of them. She will admit that former detail goes a little loose because Seras sure does love to go wild, and Allisara certainly wasn't going to complain.
"EWWWW I don't want to here about her sex life" squealed out ruby in embarrassment. Her face almost as red as her cloak. This however just caused her mother to chuckle at the innocent reaction. Inside however she was glad that that seras girl was there to support her child.
A weak-willed servant was boring, but one like Seras with the right balance of loyalty and fire of will... it was enough to send blissful shivers through Allisara remembering the night they kept each other warm.
Oh great, now she really needed that fuck, but she was forbidden by Morathi to let anyone share her Cauldron bath. With a sigh, Allisara walked to centre of the blood bath and began to properly clean herself. She held her hair by the base of her skull and dipped her head into the warm liquid. When she receded back to the surface, her face was drenched in the mystical blood, and her hair was stuck in a crimson sheen. Allisara did not have to worry about any diseases from the sacrifices thanks to the runes in the Cauldron that powered the ritual.
"yes that was one of the biggest draw backs to working with blood. You never know what is within it. And just as she said such enchantments were common" said Salem calmly. The silence was broken by yang however. "her hair?" came a mumble from the girl. "how could she do such a thing to her hair?" the question was laced with disbelief and received groans of annoyance. Yangs obsession with her hair was almost legendary.Allisara finished her ritual bathing in the blood and proceeded to simply relax on the edge of the Cauldron. Her eyes went up to the ceiling that was once the small manor of Wulfrik the Wanderer. The rugged wood that was the palpable material of the Norsca was already being replaced by Druchii architecture, but only so much can happen in a week. As soon as the slaves can set to work in mining and construction, Allisara will have to deal with the vulgar shelter the Norsca consider homes. She was going to turn this very manor into her own palace with a black tower to leer upon the lands to the south.
An hour later, Allisara exited the Cauldron and, regrettably, washed the blood away in a nearby rinsing pool she had set up nearby. She was at least thankful to Wulfrik having a decently sized bathing room with a high ceiling and a large pool. The smell, however, was an annoyance.
"the smell?" asked Weiss confused that out of everything that she could have commented about it was the smell. Seriously the girl was just after a literal blood bath. She was also not the only one who was confused. Blake however almost seemed sympathetic in her understanding. It seemed that the girl had some form of enhanced senses.
Fucking Norscans. Fucking barbarians. Fucking humans. Fucking hairless apes that dare call themselves sentient beings when they couldn't have the decency to clean themselves of their filth. Lower mongrels that dare to defy the Druchii, their obvious superiors in this cruel game of life.
Allisara took in a deep breath to calm her nerves. That was the elf talking, but there was no need to throw a temper tantrum over a ridiculous reason.
"Hmm Interesting, it would appear that these 'Elves' have an almost unbreakable belief that they are better than others around them" came the statement from winter. "can you blame them?" asked Salem in a mocking tone."from what we know from the context note and the story itself they are powerful magically near immortal and incredibly strong and agile." I would be surprised if they were not thinking that they were superior." this statement brought a scowl to the girls pretty face. It amused her.
The humans will get what they deserve. In her mind it involved being stools for Allisara to step on when she makes her way through the streets. She really needed Seras here to have a fuck for stress relief.
As she stepped out of the pool, Allisara took a moment to see her whole nude body in the reflection.
Ruby covered her eyes and started to chant that she could not see it or hear it. Again her mother was chuckling at the sight of her daughter being embarrassed by herself.
Truly, she was a beauty of the world, much like Grandmother who still was the obsession of most men of the whole world. Pale skin smooth and without fault like ivory in the light of the moon made for a sensual sight enough to make men shiver if they even saw her without her armour. In full nude, Allisara was sure that any mortal man was wrapped in her finger.
Allisara stood at a total height of 6 feet, beginning with toned legs lengthened what seemed a league for a pleasing sight, and the muscle twitched ever so slightly underneath ready to crush even stone if she wanted to. She was largely fit with abs of muscle on her flat stomach, and her arms were built for a warrior princess like herself. One who constantly wields wall-smashing weaponry to be precise. To top it off were her sizeable assets of a supple D-cup.
Hearing that description got a whistle from yang. Blake face just went bright red with a subtle sign of blood threatening to trail down from her nose. Tai was both proud and infuriated whilst the others were bright red or impressed by her description.
But the Witch Princess was not without her scars. Noticeable ones appeared as darker shades on her body. There was only one visible on her front going down from the right nape of her neck to the top of her chest. A new recent one was where Wulfrik struck his broken blade in her side, but it was hard to actually look for it since it never went too deep. But most of the scarring was on Allisara's back consisting of random lines of dark grey scratched across as though her back was a pale canvas. These were done in her youth whenever she got to uppity with her father. Such cases included attacking servants in a rage, using magic without permission, or even defying her father with heated words.
Ozpin looked pained at that however he knew that he had to comment before there was a furore about it. "if one was raised in such a brutal society, It would be expected for the punishments to be similarly brutal." this brought pause to those around him to think about what he had said. Pyrrha was the first to comment "but whipping is that truly necessary?" if one listened to her voice they could here the doubt and pain in her voice at the thought. " yes" said raven blandly and uncaring getting her a glare from both yang and Qrow. "It would be necessary as they are brining out the aggression and other traits to make for warriors. This means that defiance would be one of those traits thus the need for tough discipline."
She loved her father, that Allisara knew to heart for he was the one to raise her and make her strong, but there were times where cruel discipline needed to be done. Her eyes momentarily flinched remembering the cracks of the sharp whips tearing into her back without mercy. Each time she cried out in apology, but each time Malekith ignored her plight. Never could Allisara know what he expressed behind his mask. Was it disappointment? Wrath? Or maybe even sorrow to strike his own blood? For whatever else, Malekith never said a word during those punishments, and that silence from her father tore at Allisara's soul. It was not the pain that terrified Allisara, but it was the simple fact of Malekith never acknowledging who he was torturing in those punishments.
This drew looks of sympathy. Despite how twisted and how warrior like. Despite being a sorceress and a general it would be hard to forget that she was still a child, even more so if her life span had extended to be like that of her knew species.
Never again did Malekith need to punish Allisara for the same reason, nor did he have to make the punishment more severe. He could have locked her in a room, naked, secluded from the light, and all for a week without food. If Allisara ever thought she made the same mistake, she would gladly punish herself by cutting her back with a knife.
Never will she ever displease Father. Her father was everything to her and is the sole reason that Allisara even existed in the first place. For simply bringing her into this world and nurturing her, Allisara automatically owed everything to Malekith. He could've simply thrown her away when she was babe, but chose to raise her into one of the finest generals of Naggarond.
The room winced at the internal monologue as whilst her thoughts were true, they were also false. There was a lack of context to them that made such statements confusing to those not in the know. Whilst painful to think about Ruby had to admit there was something that she shared with her other and that was her devotion to her family.
However, Allisara was not without some wandering thoughts. They would always come to the same question. Does Dad love me as a daughter? She hated that question. She hated it for the feelings of trepidation that it brought up. What did it matter as long as Allisara made her father proud, and prove herself victorious against their enemies? What did it matter as long as she doesn't fail?
It doesn't matter... right?
Allisara violently shook her head to rid the train of thought. She didn't have time for this nonsense. Gathering her clothes, Allisara quickly dressed herself in her royal casual robes, black and purple in colour with window to peak at the top of her chest and a little slit in the flowing lower garments to peak at her pale legs.
Here an image showed, It was Allisara in her robes. She cut a remarkable figure, Regal yet intimidating. Soft yet powerful. She was indeed incredibly beautiful but as it was said before it was the eyes, the ever present eyes. There was just something wrong about them.
Finally, Allisara put her tiara back on her head, but left her hair free flowing as usual.
She walked out of the bath hall barefoot not making a sound as they stepped across the wooden planks of the manor. The Druchii princess walked through halls of ornaments earned from Wulfrik's deeds. These included a scale of the Cold-Voider, a tusk of an alpha mammoth, and the claws of a dragon ogre. Yet, the man himself was not alive any more to revel in his glory. That fell to his killer, who in turn proved to be the natural superior.
Allisara found herself in the makeshift throne room. She called it a makeshift for it used a hall to host feasts where Wulfrik would sit upon a lavish chair, by Norscan standards, on a raised platform to look over his subjects. Since her conquest of Ice-drake Fjord, Allisara started renovations to make it more of her tastes. Black marble tiles dotted the wooden floor in a path from the entrance, flanked by black iron torches burning dark fires, powerful enough to keep the hall warm from the dreaded cold outside. The path led to a flight of stairs of black stone all the way to a throne make of black iron and the fairest of cushions. The armrests were engraved to resemble the arms of Khaine, her patron god, and his head was sculpted perfectly from iron to fit on the top with eyes of dark crystals that seemed to leer at any who dare to look at Khaine.
"the thing is that since deities get stronger by belief, it means that there is a connection between them and the idols of worship" said Salem leaving that to just float in the air and let them think about the implications.
A good throne if Allisara would say so herself. Not as grand as the halls of Naggarond, but it was enough to fill the Witch Princess of the euphoria of power. More so that she earned that power in this whole conquest supported by most of the clans, including Father, Morathi, Lokhir Fellheart, Hellebron, and many others. She deserved the spoils she reaped.
Her eyes drifted across the hall till they lingered near the entrance. There on a table sat the broken blade of Wulfrik, the Sword of Torvald. Allisara didn't understand why, but whatever famed general she slew she had the irresistible notion to collect their weapons.
Yang and Qrow smirked at this whilst Tai mumbled something that sounded awfully like 'like mother like daughter. Ozpin however shook his head "whilst it is true that miss rose has a love of weapons but I believe that that trait has been both enhanced and redirected by the blessings she received. After all they were from war gods, thus collecting a weapon from a general she defeated in combat would align very well with their domains" explained the headmaster. This drew looks of shock before they nodded "i believe that could be true" muttered a shocked and slightly scared summer
It was always some annoying yet instinctive pang wired into her mind to take them, whether as trophies or something else. No matter what, Allisara could not bring herself to let them go because it felt like throwing away something inexplicably interesting. Like the times Grandmother was the cusp of a breakthrough in her magical research, her mind and soul refused to part with her collection.
The question was how to properly showcase them for collecting them.
Allisara stood still for a moment, making herself bask in the atmosphere permeating with the dark arts. She breathed in the malignant air tainted by the purple torches, suffusing into her every being to bring her to a high only sorceresses such as herself can achieve.
"is this true" Blake asked before she could stop herself but her curiosity got the better of her. It was most certainly not anything to do with the dirtier implications in the statement. This caused a sigh from Salem as they were looking at her "Yes it is known as a Mana high, it is essentially when one is channelling their Mana but not doing anything with it. The other way is to be drawing in Mana. Both make the wielder have an almost euphoric sensation spread through them, This however is dangerous as it can become very addicting and doing so uncontrolled or too often a person can harm themselves"
To slowly let the Winds of Magic into her body and lungs, yet never allowing to direct its flow. Here the room was thick with the Winds of Dark, the magic of the Druchii. The air here was much, much better than the mundane cold outside this hall.
Over the thousands of years, Druchii have developed a natural affinity to survive the cold. Their pale skin that almost lacked life was a sure example. That didn't mean that any of them liked it. In fact, Druchii hated the cold more than most races. They used to belong on a warm paradise until the usurpers ruined everything. Not only did they force Father from his rightful place as the next Phoenix King, the thieves banished them from the island they called home. Allisara's people, Malekith's people, the rightful people, were left to suffer in this cold hell, but they endured so they may take vengeance on the Asur, even if it means sinking Ulthuan to the depths.
Those so-called rightful heirs of Aenarion. Feh, how the Witch Princess wished that last liar was still alive so she could have the chance to personally rip his head off. Her father poisoning Bel Shannar the Coward was too much of a mercy for the crimes of betraying Malekith's trust when he wasn't of the same blood. Then out of nowhere are the damned twins Tyrion and Teclis, the self-proclaimed heirs of Aenarion. How dare they! All the bastards were doing was barring the throne from its rightful owner, Malekith, not some pretenders.
She will make sure her father becomes the Phoenix King that he was meant to be. If not, Allisara will make it sink into the ocean so the Asur never dirty the legacy of her grandfather.
'I wonder what it would have been like to meet Grandfather.' Allisara thought. 'Maybe I can ask Dad when I see him again.'
this caused a smirk to appear upon Ravens face "It appears that she has her priorities and plans set, she has even started to carry them out." this got a nod and a look of worry. This was a lot to take in. however it proved one fact, the fact that were ever this world was there were many strong champions in existence.
"So, are you just going to hold yourself in here?" Spoke a feminine voice of maturity laced heavily with sexuality to make mortal men squirm, which is the per usual of most female Druchii.
Allisara turned her head to the side at the base of the stairs where she saw two of the only people she could honestly call friends in Druchii society. One was of course, Seras, Allisara's first friend. Ever since releasing Seras from her slavery, she joined Naggarond's Witch Elves. It was no surprise to Allisara that she quickly ascended through the cult to become a deadly Death Hag. That glint of murder Allisara saw was the sole reason that Seras became such a devoted killer of Khaine that she even had recognition from Hellebron the old hag herself. The once half-breed slave that she picked up from that meeting all the years grew up to be the best fighter in Allisara's army, a famed Death Hag among Witch Elves, and a close comrade Allisara knew she could rely on.
Of course, there was also the sex. Must not forget the wild sex they've been having ever since their ages of twelve, and only getting better as they grew up into more fuller bodies. Seras especially for a Witch Elf had a blessed beauty. Her blonde hair granted to Seras from her Asur heritage always seemed to have its own golden ethereal glow to it even in the midst of a flood of blood, and swept down her back in mane of lustrous gold to make even Dwarves grumble in envy. Also very useful to hold onto while keeping each other warm at night since it was so irresistibly soft as much as her unblemished white skin kissed pink to have more life in it than usual the pale complexion. As a Death Hag, she left everything for Allisara to drink into the sight. For example the armoured bra that only covered Seras' sizeable chest and shoulders covered in pauldrons left everything else of the Death Hag's top half completely exposed. She only had a purple loincloth embroidered in her own strands of hair for 'pants', leaving pale, strong legs visible to Allisara. Sheathed perpendicular on Seras' back were her favoured twin swords only as long as her forearm. Allisara shamelessly licked her lips at the body of her best friend before turning to the Druchii woman who spoke. Her name was Cissovi, one of the two magic casters in Allisara's army wearing the usual garb of the sorceresses and another of the rare few she called friend. Her skin was much like Seras' carrying a much more noticeable pink shade to it, but her long hair was a midnight black to show she was full-blooded Druchii. Black armour lined her shoulders up to her neck and golden bra covered her C-cup breasts. Finally, a loincloth as usual covered her 'modesty' from the public eye and her feet were hidden in standard armoured boots. The Witch Princess liked Cissovi's black eyes that seemed that everything she gazed was burning.
The screen which had been showing the location, images of the work that was described being done as well as whatever room that was being occupied and the features of interest now showed the two women. They were both standing their like a concept art picture. There were little tags on the items and things of note that they had upon them as well as a small context description to explain each tag. Overall they were both incredibly beautiful and would draw the eyes of many male from far and wide. In fact there were a few males in the room that were entranced by the images. Summer however was just glad that her daughter had found people she could care about and love. Even if it is in a twisted way.
Cissovi's speciality as a sorceress in Allisara's army is her raw talent in the Lore of Fire, indicated by her black iron staff that had a constant orange blaze burning. Talent and a maniacal turn on to see everything burn in her sight. She was a natural-born pyromaniac that cackled from her black Pegasus mount in the air while Cissovi made her mission for fire to engulf whatever was in her vision.
"Pegasus?" whispered Weiss. She could remember the stories that winter had read to her about unicorns and Pegasus, so to hear that in that world they actually exists was shocking to her. It should not have been as it had already shown that dragons and other such creatures did. However these were creatures she wanted to have when she was a little girl, so it could be forgiven.
Allisara even heard Cissovi mumble in her sleep dreaming of the world literally on fire. And yes, Cissovi was also a blaze in bed as well. The stuff that the sorceress could do lacing fire magic on the tip of her fingers almost made Allisara purr in arousal.
This caused Salem to smirk and remember some of the tricks she had learned. Ice and lightning had been her favourites in those situations, not that she was going to tell anyone.
But back to matters at hand which is replying back to Cissovi. "What's the point anyway? It's warmer in here."
"But filthy." Cissovi hissed, wishing to burn every piece of creaky wood in her sight.
"Can you say different for any part of the settlement?" Allisara countered.
"... Point taken." Cissovi relented. "Good riddance to these Norscan savages. They all belong in the shit hold with every slave in Naggarond."
"True that." Allisara nodded. "Going past the small talk, what news do you bring to me as of late?"
"Besides your dragon having fun with his new mate." Seras spoke up, getting certain looks from Allisara and Cissovi. "What? You can walk out there and you can hear the pair's roars wherever you go."
Cissovi sighed. "Of course that would be the only thing that is relevant to you, Death Hag. It's always with your head in the gutter."
The blonde half-breed levelled a slight glare at the fire sorceress. "That is because true pleasure is in the flesh. Both on the battlefield with the warmth of your killings blood on your skin, or in bed when exploring each other."
Cissovi scoffed. "True pleasure is seeing the beauty of flames ever so hungry in all its true glory. And that is burning it all sees to ashes. There is no better sight."
there was a amused snort of laughter coming from Raven " well these two seem to be on similar but different wave lengths." she said highly amused at the interaction of the two women.
Allisara sighed in exasperation. This was a constant feud between Cissovi and Seras. They would constantly argue on what was the best beauty of pleasure. The arguments would eventually become dangerously heated in the literal sense as their tempers flared. If Allisara wasn't there to break them up, Either Seras will throw a blade or Cissovi chucks a fireball... or they go into some very angry sex to amend. At heart, the pair were friends as well.
The guys were slightly chuckling at the image that was placed into their heads at the description mean whilst the women where shaking the heads exasperatedly as it was not the first time that such a friendship had occurred.
Perhaps Allisara will hope for the best and jump in to make a threesome. That would be... exhilarating. Unfortunately, duty come before pleasure.
"Enough, you two." Allisara's voice was sharp enough to cut through steel and Seras and Cissovi stopped their bickering. "Forget this trivial nonsense for now. I understand you have an update of our occupation on the settlement."
"...Yes." Cissovi said, trying and failing to keep in her nervousness from her tone. "We, uh... We lost Trogg."
As soon as those words came out of the sorceress' mouth, her fears were made real. Allisara's entire motions went entirely stiff, not even the robes she was wearing shifting. Her eyelids refused to blink and the pupils glowed with power fuelled by outrage. A pressure descended on the entire hall as the Witch Princess unleashed the immeasurable magical might she held inside her body. Seras and Cissovi fell to the ground unable to stand the pressure, and the wood of the entire Norscan manor groaned in danger of being torn apart.
It was with wide eyed wonder and terror in which they were shown this. This version of ruby was scarily powerful, that powerful that even on this side of the screen they could feel the oppressive aura. It was a scary thing to witness.
That wasn't worst of it for the sorceress and the Death Hag. The truly most horrifying sight was the transformation that was happening on their master and friend. Without having her emotions in check, Allisara's magic over Chaos was running rampant. As a result, her left arm began to contort and change before their eyes. Flesh writhed into hardened scales of dark red and bone protrusions coloured black poked from her wrists and elbow. Claws replaced her fingernails and veins bulged all over the limb and glowed an eerie purple that ran up to Allisara's left eye. They feared and hated this mutation that happened for a grotesque appearance on Allisara was not what they wanted to see on their friend.
"WHAT!?" Allisara outraged, her power growing to heights that made the metal around them creak. "HOW IS IT THAT DESPITE THE THOUSANDS OF PAIRS OF EYES WE HAVE UPON THIS LAND, NONE OF US CAN SPOT A GIANT TROLL MEANDERING ABOUT!? HOW CAN YOU LOSE SUCH A TARGET!? I WANT ANSWERS, NOW!"
No, Allisara can't accept this. This was supposed to be a total victory, yet Khaine deemed to bite back and allow a high-priority target to escape the battle. Inexcusable. Unacceptable!
"We... We did have the troll on pursuit, my Lady." Groaned Cissovi, using the honorific to get on Allisara's good side. "We sent a whole detachment... to capture him but... none of them made it back... We at least sus- know... Trogg fled to the East. He... had nowhere else... to run. As soon as he is sighted again... his head will be brought back."
" there is nothing more enraging than one of your main targets slipping away" said raven. "Indeed" responded ironwood, being in control of the entire atlas military he had been in such a situation a few times and every single one was infuriating, he was just lucky that he had such good control of his emotions that he did not take it out upon his men.
Allisara's breathing was akin to a growl of a dragon with a steam an Imperial locomotive tank. Her lips were pulled back in a snarl, revealing that some of her teeth have sharpened considerably. Her red eye thinned more to assume the pupil of a dragon as it glared at Cissovi, making the woman shake from the raw violence and bloodlust being held back in the orb. Her purple eye darkened to an abyss, piercing through their souls like a writhing parasite.
Whatever prayers they had were not needed. Eventually, Allisara's breathing simmered down and her emotions calmed to a controllable level. Her magical power was held back to relieve the pressure in the air, and the mutations on her limb went back to normal.
"This is... unfortunate." Allisara said in a flat tone that showed her displeasure. "Make it a priority that when Trogg is seen again, he is to be killed on sight... What else do you have for me lest I do something unsavoury in my 'surprise'?"
"Lord Malekith has ordered your to back to the city of Naggarond in the coming week." Cissovi informed.
"D-Dad- er, Father wants me home!?" Allisara squeaked, her eyes going comically wide.
This caused the room to burst out laughing. The big bad and sadistic general almost instantly turned into a little girl the second her father was mentioned. It was amusing and cute at the same time. Almost enough to make one forget the sheer amount of violence and destruction that the young woman was capable of unleashing.
Cissovi and Seras had to put in effort to not giggle at the reaction from their master. Over the years the pair learned that Allisara's devotion to Malekith is one of a daughter obeying her father. She puts her heart and soul to make sure her father is happy. Allisara is a Druchii, but it cant be forgotten that she is still a young girl at heart, as twisted as it is. According to human terms, Allisara was a definite 'Daddy's girl'.
Summer smile lightly at this as it showed that there was still a part of her daughter in there. The happy caring and loving child might have been twisted and contorted into something almost unrecognisable but deep within her core there were still remnants of her sweet daughter. It was what she had been doing through this, noting the differences and similarities. It was amusing to her how many similarities there were. They might be slightly different but they were still part of her daughter and that pleased her.
Allisara coughed in her hand to regain her composure. "Elaborate for me."
Cissovi nodded. "Lord Malekith that you and your personal forces board your Black Ark and set sail to the city of Naggarond for a special assignment as he has termed."
Allisara was trying her hardest not to shake in excitement. Dad was calling her home but not for some punishment of a mistake she overlooked, but because of a special assignment. A quick change of plans was run finalized when she glanced back at Seras and Cissovi.
"Seras, inform Noghes she in charge of the campaign." Allisara ordered. "Inform Admiral Dawn-fall that he is in charge to garrison the Fjord and begin the projects on a suitable wall and dragon hatchery."
"Of course." Seras replied, dashing away to deliver the orders.
"Cissovi," Allisara spoke to the sorceress, "have our troops pull out and board the Khaine's Dream. We set sail tomorrow."
Jaune was the one to ask a question that they had forgot or just had no inclination to ask. "what is a black ark?" this caused them to frown before turning to the books context section. Pyrrha who had been reading at the time began the explanation. "Black arks, once the citadels and fortresses of their homeland before their exile, these massive constructs were enchanted to allow their people to survive the voyages required to land upon a new home. The land that would become Naggarond. Many of these immense creations still roam the oceans and are usually used as the staging grounds for attacks." This shocked the people in the room. They were used to small boats or ships that were used to transfer cargo or passengers between the nations.
Due to water borne Grimm however water going craft never really took off and nearly became unnecessary with the innovation of sky craft.
(A Week Later; Naggarond)
Black Arks, the mightiest ships to roam the waters of the world. To call it a ship was not enough. They were floating cities, able to sustain a military community of tens of thousands aboard. Dark magic's made them sail across the endless depths at speeds to match any fleet, and power to crush them like pebbles. In the deepest levels housed the Druchii's personal slaves for work, sacrifice, or pleasure. Like any city of the Druchii, a Black Ark was rife with sin.
Here Pyrrha turned bright red at the next section she read to herself before doing so out loud but before she did so she decided to give a small warning to the others. Mainly to ruby as she was innocent and she did not want the girl to loose that but still it was better to give the warning and not be blamed for things that they might find uncomfortable
(Lime Warning)
"Ku-ku-ku, feisty as always, Seras."
"Even against you, I always make it a challenge."
For Allisara, she didn't need a slave to have the pleasure of flesh. Seras was more than happy to indulge such as now. Upon the highest tower erected on the Black Ark were Allisara's personal quarters. No one but she and her close compatriots were allowed to enter into the home of the Witch Princess.
The more apparent at the moment was the bedroom chamber. Two walls on opposite sides were open to view the outside. The floor was covered in a softly-woven carpet fit for royalty, and against one wall was a dressing table with a mirror and showcasing an array of ornamental jars carved with demonic faces. Most of the room was taken up by the bed with a dark wood frame and a canopy of black silk.
"sounds just like the opposite of Weiss creams room" chuckled out yang enjoying the look that the girl gave her. Luckily for Weiss she did not notice the small twitch at the corner of her sisters mouth as she was too busy trying to defend herself from the busty blonds teasing.
Under the purple blankets rummaged the two Druchii, Allisara and Seras, in one of their many times of pleasure.
Armour and cloth were put aside for the free exploration of the other's body. Erotic pale skin free to see was only held away from sight by the covers that Allisara and Seras laid under. Allisara laid on top upon an equally nude Seras, her face almost crushing upon the lips of the Death Hag while her arms explored wildly over Seras' smooth skin painted with blood, trying to find some sensitive spot to painfully attack. As Allisara forced her tongue to violate Seras' mouth as she can, but the Death Hag fought back with pleasurable fervour with her own hands roughly scratching on her master's back knowing there were some rather sensitive spots to exploit. The resistance on both sides to overpower the other was the real pleasure in all of this.
This caused the men in the room to turn red. Some from embarrassment, others from the erotic images that were conjured in their heads. One however was chuckling at his friend as he went red with rage at the thought of his little girl doing such a thing with any one. There was a difference though, an exception so to say. Blake was having a hard time not revealing her lewd nature as such a description. It was as if a scene from one of her 'romance' novels was actually happening and to think that her partners little sister was the one to feature in it. It was almost to much for her poor mind to handle without misfiring.
A muffled moan from Seras sounded off when Allisara decided to roughly pull on the Death Hag's golden locks. A smirk made its way on the Witch Princess' face knowing she made a crucial opening and 'attacked' to press the advantage. Faster than Seras could react, Allisara broke the kiss and teeth bit on the point of Seras' right ear. Pain shot up through Seras once she felt Allisara bite harshly on the tip of the ear to draw blood and pulling back on it, but the pain let out a loud moan from the blonde and her back arched slightly.
The boys in the trainee teams were having a really hard time at the moment. Ruby was generally looked at as the adorable little sister figure by those that new her. This was something that both Jaune and Ren had gotten used to. Here however was a version of the girl that they thought of as an adopted sister that was not only incredibly beautiful and erotic but was not afraid to flaunt it. Both of them were in a weird mix of revolted and turned on. This left them in the position of praying for the current events to pass quicker so that their awkwardness would pass without anyone noticing.
Allisara was not one for mercy and trailed down from the ear biting harshly and licking as she went on the sensitive skin. The more downward she went, the more pleasure shot through Seras numbing her senses and her blue eyes rolled back. It was too much for Seras once Allisara bit down like a hungry animal for flesh upon the spot between the neck and the right shoulder. A scream left Seras throat as she reached her climax, and Allisara smirked in victory.
"My win this time, Seras." Allisara chuckled laying on one elbow to the side, drinking in the sight of her nude servant desperate for air and sweat covering her body.
(End Lime)
Seras panted. "Are... you... sure... you're... not... a vam... pire somehow?"
Allisara laughed in amusement. "Of course not. It's just that your skin is too irresistible to not bite at it. It is always so soft and supple."
"That... does... not fill me... with confidence." Seras struggled in her words trying to get her breath back.
In comparison, this latest session was tame. Allisara and Seras would normally try to bite and claw everywhere like rabid animals to fuel the sensation of pain. Seras or Allisara would have been screaming their hearts out, but that was not the time for that. Without a word, Allisara pulled herself out of bed, standing on the carpet of her bed chamber in full nude.
A deft wave of her hand and the clothes scattered about the room answered her call. First were her usual robes that magically wrapped around her figure. Then around the room, several plates of metal resembling scales floated up. One by one, they snapped upon Allisara's form like building blocks. Interlocking links underneath each scale of metal made sure to connect to each other, giving the underside a layer of silver mesh. She held up her legs one by one for several scales to snap on the limbs to make her boots. The helmet was a separate piece that Allisara simply put aside on her waist. In just a minute, the Witch Princess was fully armoured.
"You still have to... teach me how to do that." Seras said with a hint of jealousy.
"i would have to agree with her" spoke Salem. She knew that it was some form of recall spell or just straight up magical telekinesis but to be able to do something so delicate would have taken a lot of time and practice to perfect without injuring herself. The convenience of such a spell alone would make it worth the hassle never mind the time saved in a combat situation. Yes she was jealous of not having thought of or learning such a spell.
Allisara walked from the port through the streets of Naggarond all the way to the central palace with Seras always at her side. As always it was dreadfully cold, and snow was falling at a constant medium. It was only because of the dark fire torches that dotted the city that kept leagues of snow piling on the land. Everywhere Allisara went, the Druchii glanced at her in recognition with heads bowed down in submission. The Witch Princess did not care for them for they did not matter.
What mattered was the entrance into the palace where on the other side her father awaited. Her walk to the iron doors was one with both grace and discipline. The guards merely had to look at her before opening the doors of the palace of the Witch King. The only home Allisara knew in her life.
The walk through the many halls of the palace was but a blur for Allisara. Her sense of the world became normal when she found herself in a chamber with a dome ceiling. In the centre was a strange alter on three-layered stand. An oval-shaped circlet of twisted iron stood up straight as tall as her, surrounded with sigils and runes she had no idea existed.
Heavy footsteps of metal snapped Allisara's eyes to the source and locked on the man that was her father. Malekith was imposing as ever in a body of black iron that fit his form, and green eyes that pierced into one's very being. His faceplate was expressionless, only settled into an eternal snarl of wrath.
Instantly, Allisara and Seras went on their knees before the Witch King, the King of all Druchii and the true heir of Aenarion. There was no fear in Allisara's eyes, but the adoration she held for her father was barely held back. She dared not to do anything until her father spoke first.
"you have to admit that the man cuts an impressive image" said winter in admiration at the mans ability to make those around him submit to his will by his sheer presence alone. It was a feat that few others could do. Her father certainly could not. He relied upon his money and subtle threats to do something similar but no matter how hard he could try her father just would never be able to challenge this mans presence.
"On your feet." Malekith ordered, and the pair of Druchii females did so and the eyes of Malekith glanced to Allisara. "Daughter."
"Father." Greeted Allisara.
When Malekith ever greets Allisara as such, it was an unspoken permission to call him as Father. That alone made happiness swell in the Druchii's black heart. The silence from Malekith was also a sign for her to speak freely.
"I've returned home on your summons, Father." Allisara said, careful with her tone. "What is it that you have need of me?"
"The highest and most dangerous of undertakings, Allisara." The voice came from behind them, but Allisara didn't need to glance who it was.
Approaching them into the domed room was Morathi, the Supreme Sorceress of the Druchii. As beautiful as Seras and Allisara are, Morathi still surpassed as she wore nothing but a bra and loincloth. In her hands was her favoured staff brimming with chaotic and dark powers. The devil's smirk was present and unbreakable on Morathi's pretty face.
"Tell me," Morathi said, "why should we settle on one world and we can take many?"
"What?" Sputtered Allisara in confusion and disbelief at the concept. As far she knew, there was only this one world. "I-I don't understand."
Allisara's response produced a laugh from Morathi. "Oh, little one, you have so much to look forward to. Do you really think the gods have stopped on creating one world? The answer is simply no. Years ago, when you were born, an expedition was made to explore the Realms of Chaos and discover its secrets. What we found instead was beyond our wildest dreams. Whole different worlds of the makes of different gods, ripe for the taking. Ripe for the Druchii race to expand and to rightfully take its place as the dominant race among them all."
"Are they talking about what I think they are talking about?" asked Summer quietly to the other hunters so as not to worry the trainees. "It would appear so" responded Ozpin a feeling of dread starting to form in the pit of his stomach at what he thought was coming.
The realization dawned on Allisara and a disturbing grin split her face. More worlds to invade could only mean a limitless conquest! She could imagine it. Unsuspecting worlds that knew only their just lives to suddenly fall under the boot of the Druchii. The might of the Druchii can become endless with access of resources of entire worlds at their fingertips. The destruction she could wage in the name of Khaine - she could practically smell the fires Cissovi would unleash for her dream of a burning world and she could hear the sweet screams of pain and misery of entire civilizations. All for oceans of blood to then spill and bathe in for Allisara's pleasure.
"WHAT!" yelled out the trainees in shock. The thought of such a thing occuring was so foreign it was almost incomprehensible. Even the thought of war was a distant and almost non-existent threat, The threat to their homes and lives had always been the Grim. The idea of a war happening whilst the grim still existed was far fetched to their generation. The great war had happened a century or two ago. The damage that had been the result of that war was almost catastrophic. The sheer number of grim that started appearing after wards was enough of a threat to stop all possible thoughts of physical warfare and relegate such things to the political dance that nations do.
"We already have a world in our sights of this new conquest." Morathi continued with glee in her eyes. "Allisara, what do you say of having a whole world to yourself?"
"You mean..." Gasped Allisara as her mind sped up. "Is that why you brought my army and Black Ark here?"
"I weighed heavy consideration on this, Allisara." The cold voice of Malekith pierced through the room. "Generals older than you that have seen eons of war have come to mind, but I find only you are worthy of this task. Young you may be, but you have proven that the blood of Aenarion burns bright within you. In mere months, you've toppled an entire race and beaten foes most would have fallen to. You've brought worthy name to the Druchii race as a whole."
"Th-Thank you, Father." Allisara praised. "Is this what the alter is for? To travel between worlds?"
To travel between worlds, The concept alone was shocking. Dust did not work off planet, one could make a battle ship float or power engines to make something fly but once it got a certain distance from the ground the dust became inert. Everything that was powered or ran on the substance also becoming inert. There has been research into creating some non dust technologies for the problem but they were always a second thought as there was no real need to do such a thing. Then again using magic, something that can rewrite the laws of reality would make the task easier, or so they thought.
Morathi nodded. "The alters purpose is to tear a hole through the Realm of Chaos to the world we've specified. It can act as a direct portal for singular transportation, but once it is installed on your Black Ark your whole army can be transported there.
"However, we are giving you a rare mercy of a choice here." Morathi said softly, laying a hand on Allisara's shoulder. "You can choose to deny this conquest and continue your campaign since it has received great success. We will not think down on you for it."
"No!" Allisara exclaimed in a near scream. "I accept! I agree to this! I will set out on this new horizon of conquest, and I shall have the whole world kneeling in the might of the Druchii, and in your name, Father! I swear it!"
"Excellent." Morathi replied with a smirk. "That is all Malekith needs to hear. Go ahead and rest for the day, Allisara. You have much ahead of you."
Allisara sprinted off like a spring, appearing only as a blur from the speed she ran. Seras' eyes widened in concern and chased after her friend to make sure she doesn't do anything reckless. In a far off corner of the palace that served as Allisara's bedchambers, the Druchii princess all but jumped on a pillow face first and was squealing in euphoria and joy.
"You are awfully quiet, my son." Morathi noted.
"It is nothing." Growled Malekith, but his tone seemed... off.
That change in tone was so unlike Malekith, and Morathi's smile quivered. She knew her son more than anyone would on this world, and she knew every part of his being. Morathi did not notice it, but until now she noticed that Malekith, and on some part herself as well, was complacent with the child they kidnapped. The one human girl somehow wormed into their everyday lives. Whereas Morathi was sure at the task at hand originally to use the child, Malekith was... off on some points.
"Does it bother you that you are potentially sending Allisara to her death?" Morathi inquired.
"... It... does not matter." Malekith answered, but his fists tightened at his sides as his internal emotions raged within him.
Before Morathi could press on, Malekith walked away at a brisk pace. His hand was only slightly angled towards the floor. The rage that ever so projected from his eyes was dimmed. Conflicting thoughts raged in his mind, and emotions forgotten were taking root. It all stemmed to Allisara, the girl he kidnapped. The girl he raised as his own flesh and blood. The Druchii that does have his blood. The girl he could not see any less of a daughter of a proud father.
"That is the end" said Pyrrha closing the book after marking the spot. There were many conflicting thoughts running around their heads. For the young children it was that the girl they called friend was going to be leading an invasion in a different life. The adults were having similar thoughts and about how they will deal with it. Salem was wondering if an alliance would be a good idea whilst raven was wondering if she and her tribe should become mercenaries or just to disappear in the event that the girl arrived. The general was confident in his men and equipment.
Ozpin was wondering about what effect this would have in the war with Salem. The unknown third party would upset the delicate Ballance that was in place. How things changed from their arrival was worrying to him. The only one who was not thinking along such lines was summer. She was thinking about the effect that her little girl had brought to that man. Her daughter had brought joy and pride to a man devoid of it in life. True her daughter was a warped and twisted version of herself, true she had been kidnapped by said an. He had however raised her well ( by their standards) and was a good father to her (again by their standards) so here she was being happy that her daughter had family that loved her and friends that cared deeply for her. That was all that summer cared about, that her children were happy and cared for since she herself could not be there to do it herself.
Thus it was that the group left uneasily for the day, all of them with their minds running fast and troubled Wondering how things will turn out. They knew however that only time will tell.