The Grand Order - Solomon
Disclaimer: I do not own Highschool DxD or Fate.
Note: This is an AU story, so don't expect things to be the same as in the anime or manga.
'Thinking'
"Talking"
"The Time of Crowning has Come; He is the One who Begins All."
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Chapter 4
- Solomon PoV -
Standing in front of the small campsite that I'd made around the cave-like shelter I'd set up as a temporary home until I could make something better, I held my hand out in front of me as a small stream of golden magic poured out of my hand into the shape of a small ball.
In a slow, meticulous manner, I began molding the ball of Creation Magic into a vaguely knife-like shape.
'Breathe…let it flow naturally.' I thought, allowing the magic to do its work as the shape became more rigid and detailed. Repeating that phrase in my head as the blade took shape, I grimaced when the Key began to heat up the longer I held the transformation.
Slowly, the tip of the blade curled to a point as the other end flattened out slightly until it looked almost like a handle-less hunting knife.
When the shape was completed, I watched as the magical construct shifted into a solid blade of pure golden metal, creating a crude gold-bladed knife that dropped to the ground with a small thunk as soon as I cut the flow of magic to it.
As I took a moment to let my hand drop down to my side, I released a relieved sigh before I walked over to pick it up. Testing its weight and balance, I was pleased to see that my latest creation seemed to be a rather decent attempt.
"Impressive…" Tiamat praised. "You've made considerable progress in a week's time."
Smiling at her praise, I threw the gold knife towards a slowly growing pile of similar knives that were of various stages of creation - some of the earliest ones actually looked more like a metal stick than a blade - before I grabbed a small leather sack that I'd left off to the side.
Feeling how parched my throat had become during the last few attempts, I drank deeply from the waterskin as my slowly growing magical reserves began to replenish themselves.
"Thanks!" I gasped out as soon as I pulled the waterskin away from my mouth, bringing my free hand up to wipe my chin. "It's only the first step, but it's better than what I'd done before."
Throwing the waterskin aside that I'd made from killing one of the deer that roamed the area and skinned for its hide, I stepped back over to the pile of knives in order to continue practicing.
Going by the day-night cycle of this dimension, I'd been here for over a week now with just Tiamat's presence to keep me company. And suffice it to say that it'd been quite daunting at first to set up a comfortable way of living day-in and day-out in this new dimension.
Even something as simple as making that waterskin required me to have to kill my first ever animal just to get access to its meat for food, and its hide for making things like waterskins and blankets.
That alone had been a struggle.
I hadn't ever killed something before, and actually taking a life with one of my knives instead of using a spell - because it would have damaged the hide- made for a difficult few hours as I'd frantically tried to wash the blood off my hands… before Tiamat cut through my thoughts with an understanding and reassuring voice; reminding me that having to kill the deer didn't make me a bad person, and that it was all part of the cycle of life.
That brought me out of my funk more than anything else.
It's hard to dispute the words of someone who knew more about the world and life itself, than I'd ever be able to fully comprehend. My meager sixteen years not even remotely able to stand up to the countless eons she's lived through.
"You give me too much praise…" Tiamat mused fondly. "I do not doubt for a moment that you'll one day reach my own level, given enough time… You have a unique mind that, when put fully into a task that you are passionate about, allows you to cross even the toughest of hurdles. And even if you can't, there is no shame in relying on the help of others."
Feeling my cheeks heat up at the compliment, I continued trying to create another knife with my Creation Magic as fast as I could to improve my speed at using it as I replied. "T-Thanks, Tiamat."
Hearing her soft, musical giggle in my head, a grin slowly spread across my face at the sound.
Her laughter was a rare noise that I tried my hardest to hear as often as I could, and the way my heart beat faster at its sound was as terrifying a realization to feel again as it was thrilling.
There was a stubborn hope buried in my heart that refused to be silenced, and spending more time conversing with Tiamat seemed to renew its strength.
The sting of LeFay's betrayal still sat heavily in my heart; and while I wasn't ready to even think about relationships again, it was hard not to feel some kind of way for Tiamat after she'd done so much for me in such a small amount of time.
From helping make the dream of my Key a reality, to helping me break free of the cycle of failure that I'd been living under in the Golden Dawn. And now she'd taught me how to skin an animal for its hide, and turn it into things that I desperately needed but foolishly hadn't prepared beforehand.
All the while offering praise at my accomplishments, or reassurance at my failures, had firmly placed her as the most important person in my life.
"Focus, Solomon…" She teased knowingly. "Your concentration is slipping."
Realizing that the knife I'd been making was slowly losing its shape, I redoubled my efforts and sent even more magic into the spell as the transformation finally finished; leaving a perfect replica of the other gold knives I'd made previously that quickly fell to the ground.
It seemed a little unimpressive at first to be doing nothing more than practicing how to create basic knives, but Tiamat had stressed that it was more important to focus on getting used to the sensation of accessing the Key and imbuing my Creation Magic into the world, than it was trying to do too many other things at once without any experience beforehand.
Creation Magic, in and of itself, was an ability with limitless potential that would allow me to do almost anything my mind could think of as long as I had the imagination, the will, and the power to make it happen.
The practice of making the same knife over and over again was meant to help train my body in how to quickly - and eventually subconsciously - channel my magic into the Key, where it would then become Creation Magic that I could mold and shape to my will.
Right now, it felt like an incredibly slow process; but eventually the constant repetition would make it as quick and easy as blinking.
At which point I'd then be able to really let loose with my imagination, and start creating bigger and better things.
Watching as another perfect replica finished taking shape, I took a small break from practicing as I glanced down at the Key, wondering just how much experience I'd gotten from all of these attempts.
Solomon
Creation Magic Intermediate - [18%]
Not exactly as much as I'd hoped to gain, but thirteen percent after only a week of creating what few knives my smaller reserves could handle was certainly a good start.
"At the rate you're improving, I gather that you'll reach the rank of Advanced by the month's end." Tiamat commented lightly. And while I knew she tried to be supportive, the thought of spending three more weeks making the same knives over and over again sounded like torture. "Fret not… your reserves will have grown enough by then to handle larger, more complex uses of your power. At which point the rate of experience should theoretically increase proportionately."
That made me a little bit better. As things stood, creating small knives wasn't the most viable of options when it came to self-protection, and if I ever chose to step back into my old world again, I'd need something a bit more substantial in order to survive.
Preferably something ranged that I wouldn't have to wield. Because as much as the guy in me wanted to reenact the heroes in stories who went into battle with gleaming swords in hand, Magicians - myself included - weren't exactly fighters. We preferred magically taxing forms of fighting or physically taxing any day.
But those were thoughts for later. Right now, I'd better get back to practicing.
… …
- That Night -
With my training finally finished for the day, I threw the latest successful knife into the rapidly growing pile of replicas before making my way tiredly over to my bedroll underneath the shelter.
Dropping down onto the roll of animal hides and furs, an exhausted sighed left me as I mindlessly watched the small dancing flames of the campfire I'd made earlier, with one of the few spells I'd learned before coming here.
The sound of the logs crackling beneath the heat before releasing small sparks into the night sky were a welcome reprieve for my weary mind.
"…do you think I should ever go back to our old world, Tiamat?" I asked after enjoying a few minutes of serene silence.
Within me, I could tell that the dragoness was weighing each word she said carefully as she tried to give her honest response.
"If you wish to grow as strong as you desire, then yes." She replied softly, "One cannot hope to grow stronger without facing at least some adversity…. And while this place may provide you with all the solace and peace one needs to freely practice their skills, it does not offer the real-world experience necessary to truly hone your skills to a fined edge."
I understood on an intellectual level that what she said was right, but on an emotional level I didn't think I was ready to step back into the world yet after everything that had happened.
Even if I was starting to care less for the people of our old world, that didn't mean they'd care less about me.
I hadn't exactly made a subtle exit in my escape from the Golden Dawn; and the fact that many of the powers in charge would already know that I had a Longinus, made it all but impossible for me to remain there unnoticed for any extended length of time.
Grimacing at my own cowardice, I hesitantly asked, "D-Do you think I'm being a coward by hiding away here instead of facing my problems head on?"
Before she could reply, I added on. "I know I probably shouldn't have just up and ran away like that without at least speaking to LeFay one last time to get some sort of closure. But the thought of seeing her face again after that night…"
Buried memories of the look of ecstasy on her face flashed in my mind's eye momentarily, causing my whole body to flinch.
"…No, Solomon. I don't think you're a coward." She reassured me with as soothing a tone as she could give despite her obvious vocal limitations. "Not everything that happens to us in life needs to be met head-on… Sometimes it's enough to remove ourselves from a bad situation, and try to press on with our lives in spite of the hand we've been dealt."
A small bit of tension in my shoulders eased at her reassurance.
Have I mentioned how grateful I am to have her with me?
I don't know what it is I did to deserve such an understanding and compassionate woman in my life, but I can't even begin to express how much having her with me means. Not just in terms of helping me grown stronger thanks to her seemingly endless knowledge, but also for what she's done to help improve my mental health.
"Thank you…Tiamat." I whispered meaningfully. "For everything."
While I couldn't see her face, I knew she was smiling that breathtaking smile of hers as she replied. "You're most welcome, Solomon… it's as I said before, you and I are bound together now. Your troubles are my troubles. Your journey is my journey… We are companions in this life; bound together no matter what may come our way."
"…together, huh? I like the sound of that." I muttered as I continued to watch the flames dance late into the night. Taking solace in the fact that, while I had a long road ahead of me, I wouldn't be going it alone.
- Timeskip: 1 Month Later -
Over the next few weeks, I began increasing the speed with which I could use my Creation Magic to create knives. Eventually reaching a point where the process of activating the Key and molding the magic into the correct shape was an almost instantaneous process.
At which point I then moved on to learning how to increase the size and manipulate their shape until I was able to create things like swords with the same level of skill. Which then turned into a process of figuring out how to do it all over again, but with two at a time.
My reserves were taxed to their limits with every new step in my learning, and I could feel my once meager reserves growing into a small pool that - while nothing compared to the vast amounts of magic Magicians like Meredith or LeFay were born with - was vastly superior to what I'd had before.
That was something I'd had to come to terms with about myself and tried to change; with varying degrees of success.
My constant need to compare myself with others, and putting down my own accomplishments by stating that someone else would have done better or gotten through a new step faster, was obviously holding me back.
After all, this life that I'm living is no one else's but my own, and worrying about how someone else might had done what I can do in a better way was keeping me from seeing a simple truth that Tiamat had been trying to show me all this time.
…it wasn't about anyone else. It was about me, and how I saw myself.
Self-reflection had become a big part of how I spent my free time when I wasn't training. With Tiamat's wisdom and compassion, she'd helped me work through a lot of the small doubts and insecurities about myself that had been slowly festering like an old wound in the back of my thoughts.
It wasn't an instantaneous fix, and we continued to work at it at least once every couple of days to make sure I didn't fall back on old habits, but there was a noticeable change in how I carried myself now. The small slump in my shoulders lifted as I began walking taller, and the moments of self-deprecating thoughts I had about myself became fewer and far between.
And, most importantly, the weight in my heart from LeFay's betrayal finally lifted.
I no longer flinched at the thought of her, or felt my heart ache whenever her name came up. Instead, I now saw it clearly as a necessary learning experience in order for me to grow into the man I wanted to become.
Based on what some of the books I'd managed to bring with me said, a first love typically was the most painful of heartbreaks; but it also taught an important lesson on how to work through the joys and sorrows of life.
And now that I'd finally worked through my sorrows, I began to see with open eyes just how dependent I'd been on LeFay as the only source of happiness in my life outside of working on the Key, and just what little joy I found in the simplest of pleasures that life has to offer.
Joys that now made me relish waking up in the morning, and had me wanted to see and do more.
Even simple things like watching how the animals of this dimension interacted with each other and the environment itself, or how the fish that swam within the streams bore sparking colors of gold and silver scales that shone in the mid-day sun, now put a smile on my face.
Or how my Creation Magic could do anything from makings knives and swords, to miniature statues of people and places that I'd been.
I'd even learned found a small joy in the talent I had at making them, and that I had a greater eye for detail in making them seem more lifelike than I'd originally thought I did.
"…I'm fairly certain my breasts aren't that big." Tiamat's amused voice cut in exasperatedly. "Though considering how long you stared at them the first time we'd met, perhaps you'd know better than I would."
Blushing heavily at her words, I glanced down at the small marble figurine I'd been making as a way of passing the time on my day off. The marble was a recent material that I'd learned how to make after growing bored of everything kept turning gold.
Since Tiamat had warned me away from overworking myself every day without end, she'd put forward the idea of taking a break every so often to do things that I enjoyed.
Whether it be watching the animals go about their days, or lying on the grass plains as the gentle breeze blew over me under the warm sun…or doing simple things with my magic that weren't too taxing like making these small replicas.
My latest one, for instance, was a figurine no bigger than my arm, but looked as realistic and detailed as I could make it.
And since there was really only one person that I cared enough about to make a replica of, I'd tried my hand at recreating what I remembered of Tiamat's features down to the smallest detail.
Everything from the curve of her horns, to the intricate design of the chains that bound her arms and legs. Even the curves of her body were as realistic and as proportionate as I could make them; everything that I could remember in our one and only face-to-face meeting went into making it as close to an accurate representation of her as possible.
…though maybe the curves of the figurine's body were slightly exaggeration.
"I'm a 16-year-old guy in the midst of puberty," I grumbled with flushed cheeks, quickly filling the small figurine I held in my hand with golden energy as I used Creation Magic to fix the chest.
Which, to be fair, wasn't that far off from how big hers actually are. "I can't help it if my mind wanders."
"Did I say that I did not enjoy it?" She teased back. "It is quite flattering that a handsome young male such as yourself finds me worthy as a possible mate… I just thought you'd prefer it to be more realistic for when you are busy with your bouts of self-pleasure."
"…"
Forget what I said about being thankful for her presence.
Having a primordial dragon in my head that had absolute zero shame and a complete lack of interest in social norms made for an incredibly daunting experience. Especially when she could see everything I was doing, and could hear my every thought and desire.
Which, as I found out, meant that whenever I needed to give myself a bit of relief from any stress that might build up in the month that I'd been in this dimension - which happened at least once a day thanks to puberty - she saw and heard it all.
"Are you perhaps worried about your size?" …oh god, someone please kill me know. "I can assure you that there is nothing to be ashamed of… It is more than enough to satisfy your chosen mate when the time comes… And any experience you may lack in using it will, like in all things - and do forgive the pun - come with practice."
As if this moment couldn't get any worse, I felt a familiar stirring in my pants as the area around my groin grew increasingly tight from my traitorous mind's conjured up images what that "practice" would look like.
'You know what…' Glancing down at the figurine in my hand, I felt a rush of indignation push through my embarrassment as my free hand reached down to my pants zipper. 'If that's how she wants to play this, then two can play this game.'
Would I later be mortified at having fallen into her trap so easily? Probably.
But as my hand pulled down my pants and boxes before taking hold of my rapidly hardening length, I decided that it was a problem for future-me to deal with. Right now, I was more focused on relieving the tension in my loins.
Focusing on the curves of the shapely figurine in my offhand, I groaned in pleasure as my mind ran wild with fantasies of what my hormonal mind wanted to do to such a beautiful woman. Made even worse by the sound of Tiamat's normally melodic voice turning sultry as she whispered her own ideas in my head.
"That's it… there's no need to feel ashamed of your body's natural impulses." Her voice coaxed my hand into moving faster. "Just relax and let what comes naturally take over… There's no one else here but myself; and I will never judge you… Allow yourself to give in to your desires… Let them take control."
"Maybe one day you might even take control of myself." As if knowing how effective her words were in increasing my pleasure, she voiced several of the fantasies that were currently running through my mind. "Using my body as an outlet to satisfy our mutual desire as you mate with me under the rising morning sun, or to warm our bodies by the fire as we intertwine under the moonlit night sky."
"F-Fuck!" I gasped out. Feeling my pleasure reach its peak, I made sure to point myself directly at the small figurine of Tiamat as I came.
Ecstasy flooded my every nerve as I coated her miniature body in ropes of pearly white liquid, practically blending in with the white marble material that I'd only recently learned how to create.
When the waves of pleasure finally receded enough that I could think straight, I grimaced in disgust at the sticky mess I'd made of both the figurine - and my hand that was holding it. 'Gross…'
Kicking off my pants and boxers that were gathered around my legs, I walked bottomless over to the nearby stream in order to clean my mess off. Nudity had slowly become less of an issue now that my mind had gotten used to nobody around, and the feeling of freedom that came with it was rather exhilarating at times.
Future-me would later realize that Tiamat had done all of this on purpose.
That she'd goaded me into it as another way of her teaching me to be more dragon-like and less bound by my human moralities.
It was her attempt at trying to free my mind from what she saw as unnecessary constraints which were holding me back from reaching my full potential. And while it could be embarrassing at times, future-me would ultimately be grateful for her efforts.
As a Dragon, Tiamat didn't care for things like sins or societal taboos. She - and by extension the race she'd spawned - did whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, and the only thing that'd stop them was if another more-powerful Dragon had desires which interfered with theirs.
And seeing as the power of Creation Magic meant there was really no limit to what I could do given enough time; the fact that I held myself back because of something as ridiculous - to her - as what society dictated was okay, did not sit well with the Matriarch of the Dragon Race.
It, like many other things, was just one more thing she sought to change in her efforts to help me reach my full potential.
… …
- Tiamat PoV -
Watching through her connection to Solomon's soul as he washed off the remnants of his seed that stained the - rather flattering - facsimile of herself, Tiamat smiled happily at his progress.
Her companion had absolutely no idea what a truly fascinating child he was.
To have been able to awaken her from her forced slumber when all others had failed was no small feat; and that he had been able to subconsciously call out to her power and use it in order to successfully create the most interesting of tools - this, Key of Solomon - made him all the more exhilarating to watch.
Sure, like any child he suffered from the same mistakes that they all made.
But she'd raised more than enough children in her life to overlook such trivial things; and to have suddenly find herself not only bound to a child whose soul resonated with hers in a way she'd never experienced before, but also one who came up with such clever and unique ideas, was more than worth the efforts she put into their budding relationship.
There were not enough words to describe just how bored and lonely her life had been before she was sealed.
As a mother, her first and greatest priority was the happiness and safety of her children. And for countless millennia, she'd watched over her children as they grew and explored the world. Spreading out across the land as they started creating families of their own; providing her with even more children - grandchildren, technically - to watch over as the race she spawned flourish for countless generations.
But then her children suddenly stopped wanting her around… Suddenly they no longer wanted their mother watching over them.
And to make matters worse; a few of her younger children even made pacts with the other races of the world - Gods, they called themselves. She scoffed at the very notion; they had no idea what a true god could do.
All in order to seal her away so that she would not interfere with them any longer.
…As if she'd intentionally meant to interfere with them in any way? She was their mother! All she wanted was the best for them.
It broke her heart to watch on helplessly as her younger children worked together with those so-called gods to seal her away. The one who'd led the sealing - some ignorant child who called himself Yahweh - had been the most conniving of the lot as his honeyed words convinced the others to trap her soul within one of his new toys…
Oh sure, she could have easily torn them all to pieces before they'd even have had a chance at doing so. She was the primordial mother of the entire Dragon race for a reason, after all. Even her firstborns, the Infinite and the Dream, could never hope to compare themselves to the power she wielded before her sealing.
But she was their mother. She would never willingly do anything that'd hurt them, let alone strike them down for something as simple as youthful rebellion.
So, like every mother does, she made sacrifices for her children's happiness… and did nothing as they forced her into a deep slumber within the confines of Telos Karma, content that she'd never awaken before they went and removed her very existence from the pages of history.
Slowly forgetting her as they carried on with their lives, finally freed from the looming shadow of their mother's presence.
Now, though… Now she was awake again. And what motherly compassion she'd held for her children withered under the crushing weight of their betrayal.
Her eons of slumber had allowed her unconscious mind to work through the pain, to understand why they'd done what they did, and finally made peace with herself in the reality that her children just didn't want her around anymore.
'So be it…' She thought. 'Let them and the god's they sided with destroy the world they live in as they fight amongst each other for power…'
Some might have called her heartless for her thoughts. but tough love came in many different forms. And a mother dragon's love was no different. 'Sometimes a mother must step back, and let her children suffer the consequences of their own actions, in order for them to learn from their mistakes.'
This time, she wouldn't make the same mistakes with Solomon as she did with her children. She'd learned not to be too overbearing in her approach, and instead of outright telling him what to do, she'd learned to use subtle suggestions and manipulations in order to encourage him to think more in-line with how she wanted.
Although, it was rather difficult to break through his more human tendencies and try to rid him of his foolish notions of sin and shame.
What did he have to be ashamed of? His obvious lust for her body? His need to fulfil his baser desires, just as all creatures do?
It was utterly ridiculous to her, but she was patient.
He'd already taken several of the more important first steps towards changing his way of thinking; from having his first kill, to giving in to his desire for pleasure in a way that his old perceptions would have never allowed. Now, she just needed to continue guiding him with careful teasing and promises before he was finally ready to become something more.
Something greater.
Solomon had no idea as to the endless possibilities his Key presented. Even his confinement to mortality would be a simple thing to change with its power if he so wished.
He probably didn't even know that he'd already set himself on that path, but he would eventually come to learn that the "ranks" he'd built into the Key's framework were more than they appeared to be.
With no one else around to compare himself too, he hadn't even realized that the amount of power he now had rivaled that of most of his fellow Magicians at the Golden Dawn. He assumed that because he'd only been making knives, swords, and figurines that he wasn't at their level since they had dozens of spells.
But where they were limited by the functions of each individual spell; Solomon's Creation Magic gave him access to a limitless supply of spells that could do anything he wanted.
If he wanted to rain down lightning on his enemies? He needed only to will it into existence and the Creation Magic would make it so.
If he desired a weapon strong enough to match the greatest of Holy Swords? As long as he had the magical reserves necessary, he could make as many copies of it as he desired.
It was rather frightening to think that a young boy like Solomon had access to the power of creation itself, and didn't know it yet. But she was curious, if nothing else, to see what he'd do once he realized just how powerful he'd one day become.
After all, there was a reason why he - of all other wielders before him - had been the only one to have awoken her from her slumber within the Telos Karma.
There had been countless other wielders before him who'd experienced the same feelings of loss and betrayal; some having even dealt with experiences that were far worse than his own. But it wasn't the betrayal itself that had awoken her, but what he'd wanted to do as soon as it happened that resonated with Tiamat so deeply.
…He'd wanted to be free.
Not just from the pain, but from the world itself.
His reason for creating the Key - the real reason - hadn't been so that he could finally match the other Magicians; he'd created it as a way to escape the real world, by using his "Gamer Magic" to free himself from reality.
That was something she understood, and felt the same desires deep within her core.
They'd both grown tired of the world and all of its disappointments, and sought a way to break free from it all.
'And look at us now,' She mused to herself, continuing to watch on as Solomon washed himself and the figurine of her in the stream. 'Free to roam an entirely new dimension of Solomon's own making… one where we get to decide our own futures.'
Everything in this new dimension of his was a product of his own making; from the endless valleys and hills of emerald green grass, to the animals who roamed upon the lands and swam within the crystal-clear streams.
Everything.
Such power… such aptitude towards creation itself was perhaps the more attractive thing about him.
Certainly, his developing body was visually attractive. But it was mainly the compatibility of their powers - her Sea of Life, and his Creation Magic - that made her body shiver with desire.
Feeling her lower lips grow wet with arousal at the thought of all he'd one day achieve, Tiamat tested the strength of the chains binding her once again as she tried unsuccessfully to move her hands down to relieve herself of her growing desire. 'If not for these chains… I would ravish him until we screamed each other's names for the whole dimension to hear, before I'd have him fill my womb again and again with his seed until we populated the land with our children.'
Obviously, such primal desires would likely frighten her companion at such an early stage in their relationship.
But soon he'd be ready to receive her affections…
…and then he'd get to experience firsthand, the pleasures of learning how a dragoness in heat mates with her chosen male companion.
… …
- Solomon PoV -
Unaware of the horny dragoness lurking in wait within my soul as she envisioned all kinds of things she'd do to me in bed if she were free, I splashed some more water over my body as I continued washing myself in the stream next to my campsite.
After shuffling my way over to the stream, I'd decided that since I was already half-naked, I might as well get rid of my shirt and hop into the stream completely. The feeling of the cold water as it washed over my sweaty body felt amazing after working on my sculpting out in the sun for so long.
I'd already cleaned off the Tiamat figuring and set it down by my pile of clothes, so I was able to move about the water with both hands free as I checked on my progress with the Key while continuing to wash myself with my offhand.
Solomon
Creation Magic Intermediate - [94%]
Hopefully, after a bit more practice tomorrow I'd reach the next rank and finally more on to more magically-intensive creations. I'd already successfully created as many different kinds of knives, daggers, and swords as I could imagine; and now I'd grown utterly bored of them.
"Everyone uses swords, there are even multiple Sacred Gears dedicated to making them." I muttered, taking a moment to dip my head into the stream before running a hand through my now-longer hair.
Since I'd come here, I hadn't taken the time to cut my hair at all and been letting grow out longer. Now my once shaggy white hair fell down in a small plait over my shoulder. "If I wanted to make a weapon, I'd use something that wasn't so unoriginal… Like a gun, or a crossbow..."
Pausing in thought as an idea struck me, I cast my eye back to the figuring of Tiamat as I was drawn to a particular detail. "…or a chain." If it was capable of containing someone as powerful as her, then the possibilities of what it could do to those even weaker than her were endless.
As the Key surged with magical energy once again, I held my palm up over the water as I tried picturing my idea.
Using Creation Magic, a small golden ripple appeared as a thin golden metal chain began to take shape. The chain slowly growing longer as it appeared one link at a time, with a pointed tip at the end that gleamed dangerously in the sunlight.
Aiming it at one of the fish swimming in the steam a short distance away from me, I willed the chain to shoot out of the portal.
Like a missile, the chain flew in a straight line exactly where I wanted it to go as the tip easily broke through the water and pierced the fish before it could swim away.
"YES!" I cheered, sending water flying everywhere as I commanded the chain to pull the fish out of the stream.
"Oh?" That dreaded teasing voice chimed in. "I must say… that was rather interesting, if unexpected, application of your powers for combat purposes…"
My body shuddered in arousal as my lower region began to harden at the seductive tone she used as she went on. "I hope you aren't planning on using those for anything other than battle… I fear what a virile young male like you might do a helpless fertile woman if she were to be held captive by them. Why, you could ravage her to your hearts content, and no one would be able to stop you…"
This woman… it was like she'd made it her mission to tease me at every opportunity now that I'd finally given in to my desires and used her body as a visual aid for my own pleasure.
At first, I thought she was just messing with me, but she'd dropped a few hints here and there that said her words were more than just that.
"I thought you'd be more upset." I nervously replied, only to breathe a sigh of relief as she giggled.
"Upset? Why? Because you've based them off of the chains that currently bind me?" She asked rhetorically, seemingly amused at my assumption. "You've already sworn to free me from them, and I know you are true to your word. I live within your soul, after all. So why would I care if you should choose to bind others with them? All that matters in the end is you and me, my dear."
Whatever retort I had in mind ground to a halt as I realized that she just used her first ever term of endearment for me.
"O-Oh." I stuttered out, momentarily shocked into silence as I tried to processed the thought.
We'd slowly been growing closer to each other as the days passed and we had only ourselves for company. While I wouldn't go so far as to say we were close, we'd certainly moved beyond the point of being strangers, and had now entered into an ever-evolving form of friendship.
But what she'd said made me realize that she was thinking beyond friendship… and that was something my hormones wanted, but my heart was worried about, and my brain needed time to process.
So, with three parts of me divided on how to respond, I decided saying nothing was better than saying something foolish, and went back to using my chain to spear a few more fish to cook for dinner while mentally rolling the thought around inside my head.
'What would a relationship with her even look like as long as she's trapped inside Telos Karma?'
- END -
Author's Notes:
And that's Chapter 4!
Sorry if the character pairings seemed a little confusing with the Solomon/Aviceborn that I'd chosen. I only did it because there was no option available for me to just pick Solomon, I guess FanFiction just never got around to adding him as a separate choice.
Also, if you haven't figured it out yet, this story is going to contain lots of limes and lemons. If that's something which bothers you, I'd recommend dropping this story now.
For everyone else who enjoys these things, this is only a small taste of what lies in store. This story, and others like it that I plan to right, will be a mix of plot and smut that will hopefully create a series of shorter stories that are easier for me to write than one long story that quickly loses my interest.
Hope you all are still liking it so far! Thanks for checking out my story!