Awakening from my sleep, I realized that I was on a comfortable bed, with someone beside me. It made me question if I was dead or not. My companion grumbled in her sleep, and rolled over, clinging to my body for warmth. She was fairly cool to the touch, so I wrapped my arms around her. Her body pressed against me, and I heard her murmur in contentment. I looked, and saw it was the same woman from the Battlefield. With the utmost of care, I shifted her so that she was soaking up as much of my heat as was possible. As she did this, she wrapped a leg over mine, and pulled us into an almost Intimate contact. I wasn't overly keen on having such relations with a stranger, so I just kept still.
She eventually mumbled something, and buried her face into my chest, before returning to sleep. We were both under a red down comforter of some sort, and everything in the room was Effeminate, with White red or pink as the color scheme. I looked and saw I was still in my earthen brown clothing, although I felt that I had been washed, as had my clothing, leading me to wonder why I could not remember any of it.
I contemplated why a beautiful mystic would have kept me around, when surely there were those of her race she desired. It made little sense to me, but then again, she was of a different race, both metaphorically and literally. I was a Human, Male, and Highwayman, who made a living off of thieving from the travelers on the roads I called home. This perfection that was leeching warmth off of me was surely a noble of some sort, maybe even one of the upper class that served Magus directly.
With but a few moments passing, I saw the sun rise, shining in through the windows. It was blinding, and I closed my eyes, desperately wanting to be in my forested home, where I could hide from the bane of shadows. I mumbled a curse towards the son, invoking the name of the Dark Lord at the end.
My companion awoke and looked me in the eye. "How did you know that name?" He voice was pretty, very soothing for me. It had a passionate tone, and I shrugged, closing my eyes. She grabbed my shoulders, and with amazing strength held me still, as she looked into my eyes. "Where did you learn the Beast's name?"
"The Name of the Angel of Death is a secret only to those not of the faith." She gasped slightly, and giggled. She reached under the blanket, and grabbed on to me. I kept a calm face on, even as she began to stroke it. "What plan do you have?" She shook her head, signifying to be quiet with her other hand. The rhythm of her stroking became faster paced, until I felt as if I was going to burn up.
"Tell me who you were inducted by, and I will let you finish. If not, I can hold your body at this point indefinitely. And I think once we start doing other things to you, we will find you want to finish, and be rid of the pain…" She licked my neck, running a finger along my length, as she kissed me, licking at my lips, forcing them open. She enjoyed the kiss, invading my mouth, and constantly stroking it, holding me captive.
She eventually stopped when I broke the kiss. "I was inducted by Cardinal Empherez." She smiled, and removed the Red Nightgown she wore, and laid back. She spread her legs, obviously hoping I would take her body. I closed my eyes, and turned away, praying to regain control. She sighed in disappointment, before pinning me to the bed, and pulling my shirt off of me, and pulling the covers over us both.
"You managed to remain with your faith over the flesh. I admire that. I dare say you might be more than a Highwayman at heart. I will have to look through the memories of your past lives to see who you are. For now I am going to put you back to sleep. Sweet Dreams… My Pet…" I passed out, and she kissed me.
A woman overlooked the carnage of the battlefield. A horribly crushing defeat for the Humans. A full half of there forces turned traitor when a Zweihander using Maniac tore into there side, the feeling of a Human destroying them had crushed moral. No humans had survived, apart from the Zweihander user. He was supposedly a Highwayman that had been pressed into service.
The woman corrected the glasses she wore on her face, her green eyes glittering as she thought about the descriptions of the man. It sounded like he was being exaggerated a good deal, because if not, he had forty six lime green tentacles, eight eyes and spiders legs, as well as a maw of fangs. She wanted to just shoot something; the villagers were all being caught in the hype.
She needed at least six Ales, and a Ice spell for her head. On top of that, if she could just have Marle assassinated, allowing her to marry Crono, she would be happy. But maybe just finding this Highwayman, and kicking him into next week would do. Lucca groaned at a loud shriek from the Truce Mountains…