AN: Hello everyone, this is a secondary project to code wars that I've been mulling over for a while, a semi-AU Harem fic. Fem-Lelouch with a Yuri Harem, vulgar language, gore, and badassery. This will be darker than your average CG story. Not 100% pitch black all the time, but darker still with tragedy, drama, romance, angst, gore and all that good stuff. Lelucia has a more extreme mindset than canon Lelouch and is also far less "Reserved" which basically means she will manipulate, fuck, and kill whoever she wants if it will get her what she needs and will engage in debauchery to keep herself sane. Needless to say this is MA rated and I urge you to review if you like it.
Synopsis: Her Mother was murdered, and now she had to bury her sister too next to their best friend, with the only people she ever loved dead a vengeful black princess now operates with no moral anchor to keep her pinned down. She'll use and murder who she has to, she'll burn the planet to the ground and rebuild it in her image. She'll bring the world into peace even if she has to drag it, kicking and screaming. This is the tale of a girl who has lost everything, and so with nothing left to loose she will take what she wants, and will stoop to the deepest levels of depravity and evil if that's what it takes to win, rivers shall run red, families torn apart, cities destroyed, bridges burned, she'll take everything and destroy the rest.
This is the story of Zero, Lelucia Vi Britannia, The Black Princess, forgotten heir to the most powerful empire the world has ever seen, let her followers rejoice with trembling and her enemies quake in fear for she will show no mercy.
August 10'th, 2010, 8:00 AM
The missiles came first, whilst Lelucia and Nunnally played outside with their BFF, Suzaku, things almost felt normal, there was a sense of calm and content, Lelucia was almost happy.
Almost
But there was that gnawing feeling, that foreboding sense of dread that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention, she knew in her gut that something was wrong. She looked up from her place in the grass, and she saw trails being made in the sky, fast moving objects. And she knew what they where almost instantly, grabbing Suzaku and Nunnally's hands the black princess desperately tried to yank them away, and she succeeded. She just barely pulled the 2 of them into some defilade before the first cruise missile struck the Kururugi shrine
There where no words to be spoken, for none needed to be said, they all knew what was happening, they all knew what this meant. They ran, they ran as fast as they could, as far as their small legs and little lungs would take them Suzaku and Lelucia took turns piggybacking the innocent little girl through Japan, and within minutes of them beginning to run, the first troops already landed.
The 3 ran for their lives, alone, afraid, dehydrated and starving, their skin and clothes eventually being caked with mud, grime, and blood, they had been forced to crawl through marshlands to avoid Britannian Patrols, to play dead in piles of bodies while Glasgows walked past them, to hide in buildings as firefights raged throughout Tokyo. Ashford Academy was their destination, the trio of children where close, very close, but they hadn't eaten in days, at least Nunnally was getting some good sleep, she was up all night yesterday crying... she hated hearing Nunnally cry.
They stopped at a convenience store to sleep and get some food in their systems, as well as some water. Getting Nunnally to wake up and eat was a chore, the girl was so weak. Even if her legs worked Lelucia doubted they would be able to stand. It worried her.
Suzaku tapped on Lelucia's shoulder, causing the girl to turn her head from her sitting position and look at him, the boy smiled a little.
"Hey, we're almost there, but I'm worried... listen... I'm gonna go ahead and check things out ok? Just to make sure it'll be safe to head out when you two are ready."
Lelucia's words of protest died in her throat, she could see the logic of wanting to scout ahead, but not unsupported and with no weapon or backup plan. But at the same time 1 person was sneakier than 3, if anyone had a chance of clearing the way ahead and not getting shot it was him. She gulped and gave him a weary nod, her throat was dry and she was too weak to argue.
"Be careful." She croaked, it was all she could offer.
Suzaku smiled sadly and nodded. He then stood up and carefully walked out the door.
She heard gunshots minutes later, she hoped to whatever awful god that existed that the shots weren't for Suzaku and simply sat there, staring numbly at one of the empty shelves. She hugged Nunnally, holding her close, the little girl's breathing was ragged, and irregular. Lelucia's anxieties came crashing down on top of her, with no adrenaline to keep her body going after days of moving non stop she cried. Quietly letting her tears stream down her cheeks, her violet eyes wavering as she held Nunnally tight.
She wanted to throw up as it all came to a head, the shock setting in, the reality of what was happening, the smell of sulfur, iron and rotting, charred flesh filled her lungs, she nearly choked on it, and the cold air of early August fall made her shiver. Her arms felt heavy, her legs sore, her back ached, and her eyes burned.
Suzaku never came back
Panic set in the next morning as she realized Suzaku never returned, she had sat there for hours with baited breath, her mind racing, she waited for him to report back and he never did and now it was just her and Nunnally. Ashford was only a few blocks away...
Without any plan or pre-amble, she picked up Nunnally and ran, one last burst of adrenaline forcing her muscles to work. She ran, stepping over the bodies of dozens of innocent people, slaughtered by Britannian kill-squads and Knightmare fireteams. There was not a single soldier among the dead, only the elderly, women, children, and men who couldn't join the JSDF in the defense of their homeland either due to disability or not meeting physical qualifications. They had been hunted down and shot like animals.
And then she saw it, half-lidded green eyes and messy brown hair, dried blood staining the corners of his lips and coating his chest.
Suzaku, slumped against the concrete wall alongside at least a dozen others, all of them lined up in a row, pumped full of lead, their blood made a pool around them that slowly dripped into the sewer drains.
Lelucia sat there, staring numbly at him, the image burned into her mind, it would haunt her forever. She collapsed onto her knees, eyes wavering as tears flooded her cheeks and dripped into the blood she set Nunnally down and crawled through the puddle, it soaked her hands and knees as she crawled towards Suzaku, her hands cupped his cheeks, smearing the red fluid across his face.
"Suzaku... wake up... please... wake up, come on buddy, Ashford is just a little further... get up..." She said desperately, choking up as her forehead pressed into his, she knew he was dead, but denial had already set in, she was half tempted to drag his body with her, he was gonna be ok, she just had to get him to Ashford, it was just a little further, she grabbed the tattered collar of his shirt and pulled weakly, trying to get him to sit up to no avail, her arms shaking as she did so, but his ragged shirt was shredded and the part she grabbed onto tore off, leaving strips of bloody cloth in her hands as his hack hit the wall and his head fell limp, blood dripping from his lips. It finally hit her.
Suzaku was gone, her best friend was dead, Britannia killed him. They dragged him out of hiding, threw him up against the wall and used him as target practice.
Her whole body shook now, not just her arms, her very soul shuddered, her heartbeat thundered him her skull as reality set in. She sat back, the pool of blood splashing and soaking her clothes as she stared into Suzaku's dead eyes. She slowly turned around, crawling out of the red pool and went to scoop up Nunnally-
Lelucia froze as her hand touched Nunnally's arm, the girl was cold to the touch, her hands shook as she brought a pair of fingers up to touch Nunnally's neck, pressing into it, she felt for a pulse. Nothing.
"No..." She whispered, her voice cracking
Thinking, hoping, praying that her mind was playing tricks on her, she brought her head down to Nunnally's chest, her ear pressed against it, listening for her heart. Nothing.
"No." She said, louder this time, her head turning from side to side.
She brought Nunnally's face up to look at her, waiting for any sign she was breathing, she stared, as the motionless body laid there where she set her sister down, waiting for warm breath to escape her nostrils and hit her as she held the girl close. Nothing.
"NO! NUNNALLY WAKE UP, WAKE UP, DONT LEAVE ME! NUNNALLY!" She screamed as she shook Nunnally's body, then slapped herself, pinching her arm, refusing to believe that this was real, this had to be a dream, this had to be a nightmare.
The cold took her, she froze to death in her sleep, the biting august winds stole her life in the night without Lelucia even noticing, Nunnally was gone, Nunnally, her sister, her only surviving loved one, was dead, Lelucia didn't get to so much as say goodbye, to tell her that she loved her one last time. It was the death of innocence.
Lelucia snapped for a moment, losing touch with reality, she blankly dragged Nunnally through the pool of blood and placed her on Suzaku's lap, before gently wrapping his arms around her, and closing his eyes. She leaned into them, hugging the both of them, she laid kisses on their foreheads and just held them. And then the damn broke.
Everything was dead and gone, her mother, her sister, her best friend, her new home, her childhood, one by one each of these things had been taken, leaving behind her broken, empty, cold and dead heart.
She didn't just cry, she started to laugh, not the jovial kind of laugh, no, this was a broken, fucked up cackle, born from a half-lucid psychotic episode, she laughed, and she cried, her lips quirked up in a smile as she giggled at the cruel, sick joke the universe had made her life into, and then she cried some more, she began to wail uncontrollably, desperately holding onto her dead loved ones, she didn't even know what she wanted anymore, perhaps it was to die with them, or to bring them back, she knew only the former was likely to happen as she sobbed uncontrollably until she had simply ran out of tears, her eyes bloodshot as she screamed.
She sat there in the middle of hell on earth, the city around her a crumbling pile of bloodied ruins as the blood of the innocent flooded the streets, with brass bullet casings littering the ground, fires everywhere, the bodies rotting, left for the buzzards, she was alone, everyone was gone.
She was still holding onto them when a black SUV pulled up behind her, someone grabbed her, gently, pulling her into a hug and dragging her away, people in black suits went to pick up the bodies and gently carry them into the trunk. Lelucia did not struggle, she didn't have the energy to do it, she passed out in the arms of someone she hadn't seen, if she died then and there she didn't care.
August 18'th, 2010, 1:00 PM
Ruben Ashford cradled the last surviving child in his arms, wrapping a Blanket around her, she was getting blood on his suit and his car's upholstery, he didn't rightly give a damn about the cleaning bill however, his thoughts where focused on saving the princess, the daughter of his late Empress and close friend. The guards protecting Ashford heard her wails from blocks away, and called it in.
He arrived to see the heartbreaking sight before him, little Nunnally had passed away, and the son of the Prime Minister, their friend, had been gunned down without a thought.
He brought the princess to his estate and had her nursed back to health, some of the best doctors he could find and trust worked on her for days to stabilize her condition, to get her body into a somewhat healthy state. And nearly a week later, she woke up, slowly sitting up in bed, the nurses called him in, and when he entered the doorway, he could only stare at her, before walking over to her bed, sitting next to her, and bringing her into a hug.
She said nothing, for the days after she woke up and recovered she hadn't said a word, her mouth remaining shut except to eat or drink.
Suzaku was buried next to Nunnally in the Ashford Garden's, a cherry blossom tree to be planted on top of them after their caskets had been covered up, she stood next to Ruben, dressed in black, it was just the 2 of them, with Sayoko watching passively from a distance, and a pair of Ashford's employees shoveling dirt on top of them.
It was several long minutes after the final piles of dirt had been laid down and the seed planted that Lelucia, after being silent for so long, finally spoke.
"I'm going to kill them all." She said simply, and it made Ruben's head turn to look down at the little girl, there was no emotion in her voice, it sounded lifeless, as though a dead husk was all that remained next to him, Lelucia's spirit having been buried alongside her friend and sister.
"I'm going to slaughter them like animals, hunt them for sport, every last treacherous noble, every single member of the royal family, they'll think little of me at first, but I'm coming for them, I'm going to corner them like rats and rip their lives away, they will beg, they will plead for mercy, I shall give them none. Every last slut the emperor has fucked, every single hellspawn his seed has birthed, barring perhaps less than a handful, I shall slay them, they will get on their hands and knees and weep as I take everything from them and their world crumbles at my feet, and then I shall take their heads and send them to burn in hell." Lelucia said as she stared at the grave impassively.
"Will you help me Ruben?" She asked.
Ruben stared at the last surviving member of the Vi Britannia line, he felt her conviction, she was not making empty threats, these where promises, and he owned it to his late friend to see her daughter through, his sense of honor and duty would have it no other way.
"Yes, your highness." He said, kneeling next to her. "The oaths I swore to your mother, I now pass down to you, my undying loyalty and any recourses you need to carry out your mission are yours."
"Good." Was all she said. "Please leave me, I'll be out here for a while yet."
Ruben nodded in understanding, standing up, he quietly walked away, leaving the young royal to stare at the grave, for hours, even as the sky darkened and rain began to pour, the sun lowering behind the dull grey, blackening clouds, she stayed, until finally turning on her heel and walking away. Soaking wet, but uncaring, she stepped inside the academy, and began to plan righteous vengeance on those who had wronged her.
July 11'th, 2017 A.T.B, 11:57 PM
A trio of trucks drove down the dimly lit streets of the Tokyo Settlement's military districts, escorted by a team of 4 Sutherlands that had red pauldrons and factsphere sensors, they drove in formation through the quiet corridors and up to a checkpoint, passing an old black Cadillac with tinted windows and government plates, leading into a Britannian FOB. It was surrounded by electric fencing, watched by cameras, and lit by searchlights, the compound was a bit active with a few squads of troopers marching around, rotating guard duties and Knightmare pilots speaking with technicians about their frames. Their alert level was low after all, nobody would be stupid enough to mess with a military instillation, not even the JLF.
The trucks pulled into the large garages, dimly lit warehouses where a few people where mulling about, taking care of a few things before they left for their bunks and called it a night. Fresh troops stepped out of the truck beds and the squad leaders ushered the men out, droning on about following procedure and wanting to get things over with so they could sleep.
Eventually they had all left, except for one unfortunate individual who was doing final checks on parking the last of the vehicles in their proper place, as he walked past the final truck, a figure slinked out from beneath the cargo bed behind him, dressed all in black, they quickly wrapped a garrote wire around the trooper's neck and pulled him to the floor. There was a struggle as the man gasped for air and clutched at his strained neck, before there was a snap, and he went limp, his body dragged into a corner.
A couple minutes later, someone wearing their uniform came out of the darkness, carrying a small rucksack over their shoulder, they exited the parking garage and walked into the base, passing bland grey hallways that where being walked by off-duty troopers, technicians and officers. The interloper made their way past all of these obstructions without incident, silently walking to their destination, as they made their way down the hall, passing a member of the IT staff, their hand subtly snagged an ID card that was hanging out of their pocket with their index and middle finger, completely oblivious to the fact they had been picked, the 2 walked away from each other, with the staff member too busy looking at a clipboard to even notice someone walked past him.
The impostor walked up to a steel door, sliding their newly found ID through the card reader, it's light turned green and buzzed, and the door slid open for them.
They walked inside, the door shutting behind them, standing in a control room they looked at the one staff member on sight, leaning back in their office chair, a magazine over their face and ear buds in with music barely audible, they left a cup of coffee on their terminal alongside an ash tray that was half full. The fake looked up at the various monitors connected to the wide array of control panels and reached into their breast pocket, slipping a USB out and sliding it into a port, they silently watched all the monitors freeze up for a moment, before a bunch of warnings popped up for a few seconds, then got replaced by the black administrator command prompt window, which began to stream many hundreds of lines of systems checks at high speed before crashing. Then a small notification popped up, download in progress.
They reached up to their mouth piece, pulling it down and then slipped a hand into their ammo pouch, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, they snagged one with their lips and pulled it out, before putting the carton back into the pouch and sliding a steel zippo lighter out, flipping the lid and striking it, they lit their smoke and took a drag before using a pair of fingers to pull it out of her mouth and let out a puff. They stood there silently, watching through their visor as the download went for a few minutes, and then finished. The figure dressed as a soldier of the crown pulled the USB out and slid it into their breast pocket and walked out.
They went down the silent empty halls, most of the men now in their bunks, completely unaware of the interloper, the figure strolled down a corridor, took a right, and entered a utility room. They hummed a little song with a soothing voice as they turned a number of red valves, each with flammable warning signs on them, a hiss could be heard as gas started to leak. They pulled out their zippo a second time, once again flipping the lid and striking it, they left it on the floor, burning quietly in the room before leaving and shutting the door behind them.
They walked out of the base, slowly walking up to the checkpoint that served as both entrance and exit, when suddenly a massive explosion began to rupture the whole compound, starting with the utility room where they had started the gas leak, the exploding gas valves reached the munitions depot and sakuradite storage area, blowing the whole place sky high, the soldiers screamed, panicking, some ran out of the fire, their bodies alight, they rolled on the floor trying to put themselves out, others stumbled out, missing limbs or carrying their severed hands, some crawled out with one or more legs blown off, and some ran in, dragging out the dead and wounded. The men at the checkpoint had been shocked out of their stations, running past the intruder who caused it all without even registering their presence.
They walked past the checkpoint and strolled across the street to the black Cadillac while hell broke loose behind them, they unlocked the car's driver side door and slipped inside, taking the helmet off and throwing it in the backseat. Waist length black hair and violet eyes where finally revealed, a young woman, not even in their twenties, a cigarette still in their lips, smoldering lowly and letting off light trails of smoke, their features elegant and sharp like a predator, they reached down into a small compartment below the passenger's seat and pulled out a laptop, opening it up, quickly typing in a long username and password, opening up to the main screen, she slotted in the USB and began the upload before pulling her keys out of the rucksack she plopped down on the passenger side floor and turned the engine on, reaching for the manual stick shift, she changed gears and began to drive away.
She pulled out a cellphone, speed-dialing a contact number and holding it up to her ear, her other hand on the wheel with the cigarette hanging out of the side of her lips in the corner of her mouth as it rang before someone picked up.
"It's me."
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"Yeah, I got it, uploading to the cloud network now, you should get the files soon."
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"Good, how long do you think it'll take to get a prototype functional?"
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"That long huh? I guess it's fine, we're not ready to execute phase II yet so for now have everyone on standby, oh and do me a favor, let Sayoko know our session tomorrow will be postponed by a few hours."
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"Yeah, it's an important match, big money, that dumbass that calls himself the 'Black King', arrogant prick. He set the time and I cant change it."
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"Oh please you know full well that I'm gonna be fine, have some faith, if he tries anything it's his funeral."
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"Love you too Gramps, tell Milly I'll be back tomorrow afternoon and give her a kiss for me."
She stopped as she hit a read light and hung, up, she took a drag of her cigarette as she looked in the rear-view mirror, smirking as she saw the bright flames and tower of smoke rising into the sky. She supposed there was reason to celebrate tonight, calling a different contact number, she looked down at the laptop to check on the upload before the recipient picked up.
"The usual place, half an hour, see you then." Was all she said before hanging up and dropping her phone on the seat before pulling her stolen uniform off, revealing a tight black bra that held together a large pair of breasts that gave most girls a run for their money, F cups, and below that was toned lean abs and smooth stomach held together with an hourglass figure and wide hips, she had grown into a hell of a woman, a warrior princess not unlike Cornelia, with equally refined muscle in her exposed arms, she pulled a black short-sleeve out of her bag and slipped it on just as the light turned green and she kept going.
She pulled her car up to an apartment complex, it was almost a ghetto, but not quite, this part of town was where the honorary Britannians lived, not quite in squalor, but it was far from the opulence and comfort that the non-honorary's got to live in. She walked up the cracked cement staircase with her bag and laptop after locking her car up and went inside, walking up to her apartment, unlocking the door to her home away from home and stepped inside, walking to the closet, she set down her sensitive materials inside, closing the door and locking it before hiding the key in the small air vent in the wall above her bed.
She sat down at the foot of her bed, slipping her boots and pants off and pulling some sport shorts on from her dresser, she picked up the remote for the little TV that was in her room and turned it on, setting it to the news before reaching for a case under her bed and opening it up, pulling out a bottle of Gin. She popped the cork and drank from the bottle. Her eyes maintaining focus on the screen.
It was likely, she supposed, that there would be no report on the base she fucked up, not until morning, they'd need time to come up with a story that would garner the most possible sympathy from the public, she was certain that externally they'd blame it on Terrorists, that'd be the story they roll with, but internally they'd see it as an accident, there was no evidence of foul play, no security alerts on record, they'd write it off as a freak mistake, yell at everyone to be more careful, and go on with business as usual, probably rebuild the FOB in less than a month and there would be no tightening of security, exactly what she wanted.
She took another swig of her Gin before there was a knock on her door, her free hand slid under her pillow, grabbing a silenced pistol and standing up, she set the bottle down on her dresser and flicked the safety off with her thumb, looking through the peep hole, she stepped back, setting the gun down and opening the door. A Japanese woman with a blush on her face stood in front of Lelucia, wearing a kimono to cover her body. The princess smiled, offering a hand to hold and pulled the other girl in.
There was a silent connection between the 2, as the princess disrobed her prey, and pinned her to the bed, kissing the girl, and whispering sweet nothing's in Japanese, calming words of affection, compliments, and reassurances. Lelucia didn't mean a word of it, but she knew it made her partner feel better so she did it anyways.
Tongues intertwined, bodies pressed against one another, clothes came off. The Japanese girl lay flat on her stomach, her wrists cuffed behind her back, wearing a blindfold, a bamboo gag in her mouth tied around her head with a strip of cloth, a hand on her head, pulling her hair, another spanked her ass. A large black silicon rod buried deep into her anus, large, but well lubricated, the princess' hips bucked ruthlessly. There where moans, loud, long, uncontrollable moans as the girl beneath her was railed, and Lelucia grinned, her pale skin and fat tits pressed into the Japanese woman's back, her breasts dragging along the smooth tanned skin and she kissed the back of her neck, nipping her earlobes.
The target of her sexual aggression melted away as she got a rough pounding that left her a mess while she came, squirting on the sheets and biting hard on the gag, sweat pouring down her face as she twitched.
It was by no means romantic, but it was good nonetheless, and once the Princess had her fill of making her slut moan she sat back up, pulling the girl onto her lap, one hand taking a handful of the girl's smaller breasts while she put a cigarette in her mouth, lighting it, she took a puff before removing her partner's gag and blindfold, and slipping the item into her mouth, letting her fucktoy take a drag before pulling it away, she yanked the prostitute off the bed and brought her to her knees as she sat on the edge. The girl took her strap-on off and began to eat Lelucia's pussy while the black princess sat on the bed, drinking her gin with one hand and running her hand through the girl's hair with the other. She didn't bother looking down at the girl, instead focusing on the TV, watching to see if there would be any late night breaking news.
None came, but she did, letting her juices fill the prostitute's mouth, she grabbed her wallet, taking out 5,000 pounds and handing it to her before giving the girl a spank that made the girl squeak, she pulled her underwear back on and let her entertainment for the night get dressed and leave. Lelucia stared out the window, looking at the Tokyo settlement's bustling night life before letting out a grunt, taking one last drink of her gin and putting out her cigarette in her ashtray and setting the bottle on her dresser, she flipped the light switch, plopped down on the bed and closed her eyes.
She woke up in a cold sweat the next morning, her eyes snapping open to look at the clock to see it was just past 5 AM, she glowered at it before closing her eyes, her mind drifting to the nightmares she suffered, night after night, they replayed in her head, with so much vivid realism that she felt like she was reliving the moment, the pain wracked what little there was left of her soul. She grimaced, baring her teeth as she sat up mostly naked in her bed and stared at her left wrist, scarred as it was, marked with cigarette burns and cuts from razors, she stared at it before she brought her other arm up, her hand clenching her wrist to cover it. When she was younger, she inflicted pain on herself out of guilt.
Now? She used Tobacco, Alcohol and a TON of sex to cope with everything, better than blatant self harm at least, healthy? Certainly not, but better.
She picked up her phone and stared at it, checking for any missed calls or messages, relieved to find that there where none, she looked at the TV that she left on, and it finally seemed like they decided to talk about the base she blew up last night.
She called it perfectly, a terrorist attack was the story they went with, blaming it on a cell hiding in the ghettos. There would be raids, some people scared, but without a lick of evidence there would be no convictions, and the story would die out by the end of the week.
She slipped into the bathroom, spraying some deodorant on, then some perfume for good measure, she brushed her teeth, fixed her hair, and then got dressed in something more appropriate for a public outing, a nice black dress with an open back that exposed a modest amount of cleavage along with some high heels and a skirt with a slit down the middle for easier movement, plus she could hide her gun in a strap on her leg, she grabbed her crap, shoved it in the boot of her car and left for the inner city.
She drove there silently, paying just enough attention to the road as her mind wandered, slumped in her chair, she sighed as she looked around her, seeing a bunch of oblivious morons go about their day, eating up the propaganda being shoved down their throats by the truckload and acting like it's the best shit they ever tasted, she found herself shaking her head with a dark smile, they would soon learn, she would not let them remain ignorant for much longer.
She arrived at Babel tower after stopping for a quick breakfast and some coffee, and walked inside, taking an elevator to one of the top floors.
Babel tower was an interesting place, a massive casino with gambling of all kinds, from bookers betting on fights, to horse races, prostitution rings that sold their girls out to the highest bidders, slot machines, craps, Texas-Holdem, blackjack, poker, dice and card games of all kinds, but Lelucia paid attention to none of that, moving her way to the top floor by the use of an elevator.
Babel tower got more opulent and grand the higher up you went, the lower floors where for commoners, and as you went higher up things got more expensive and exquisite, with the very top floors reserved for the area's elite, and a private penthouse at the very top for the viceroy, her useless wank-stain of a brother prince Clovis. She walked past the scantily clad bunny girls, though most of them looked at her with respect and longing, she'd fucked most of them silly at this point and paid them handsomely. And just recently- a month ago in fact, did something that made the lot of their lives much easier.
She bought out Babel tower, it was easy enough, she purchased all their stock, and as majority shareholder she wormed her way into the board of directors and basically took over, bribes, blackmail, very serious threats. One by one the other shareholders folded, cutting their losses and running with their tails between their legs. It was pathetic really, she hoped there would be some sort of challenge, but alas, it was not to be.
As the indirect CEO she had control over Babel Tower's policies, and immediately improved the living and working conditions of the honorary employees, especially the girls who had to sell their bodies to live, they might have had to do a lot of the same work they did before, but unlike before they had some protection, they couldn't just be assaulted at the whim of a noble anymore, and it showed. Weeks ago they where walking around keeping their heads down and hoping to go unnoticed, and now they where having some fun too, and deep down, it made Lelucia smile, if only just a little.
She sat down in a nicely furnished chair, her arms resting next to her as she stared at the board, lighting a cigarette and waiting for her target to arrive and give her what she wanted.
Minutes later, he arrived, fashionably late and annoyingly smug, the large dark skinned man sat across from Lelucia, a pair of bodyguards next to him, and another set behind her. She didn't care though.
"A pleasure, miss-?"
"Lamperouge." Her voice, enticing as a siren rang out, it was angelic, but held a powerful undertone, a hint of regality and nobility.
"Lamperouge." He repeated with a nod. "I must say I didn't expect my opponent to be a young vixen like yourself."
"Surprise." She replied with a small smirk, crossing one leg over the other as she put out her cigarette butt in the ashtray.
"Indeed it is, now, about the terms of our wager." He trailed off
"What of it?"
"I do believe that I wish to tack something onto it, what do you say we raise the stakes."
"Let me guess, you want to fuck me." Lelucia drawled, causing the other girls in the room and some of the security staff to pay more attention to the chess table the 2 opponents sat at.
A shit eating grin was her response
She shrugged. "Fine, in exchange I expect you to raise too, what do you offer?"
"How about my stocks in Royal Pendragon Industries?"
"How much are we talking?"
"230 shares."
Lelucia ran the numbers in her head, having checked the stocks this morning, RPI was the premier knightmare manufacturing company in the empire, it churned out Glasgows both for police and merc units as well as retrofit variants for the army reserves, not to mention it's manufacturing of Sutherlands and Gloucesters and had it's fingers in all sorts of other projects, she let out a hum as she came to a final number, with each stock being worth 287,551 pounds she was looking at over 66 million in profits if she got all 230 of those shares, she supposed she was worth that much hungover on a Tuesday.
She nodded at a man who was listening in on the conversation and transcribing the words on paper, writing down the changes to the wager.
"Just one more thing, mister 'King'."
"And what might that be?" The man asked, to which Lelucia leaned forward, her finger spun the board so that the positions where reversed, he had white, and she had black.
"I ALWAYS play black." She replied
The man smiled.
"Very well." He picked up a pawn, and Lelucia could not help but to flash a bloodthristy grin as he made his fist move, he was doomed the moment he agreed to play.
It was over in 10 minutes, the Black King was not too bad at chess, but against her he was completely outclassed, he went on the defensive only 3 turns in, and from then on his fate was sealed as she systematically took his most important pieces one by one until he only had a handful of pawns, a single knight, and his king, all while she had over half her pieces left
It was clear as day who won, nobody would look at that board and say white had anything other than a snowball's chance in hell.
"I gotta say." The man went on as he looked at the board. "I've never met someone who could cheat at chess."
Lelucia rolled her eyes. "Because you cant, it's impossible, I won because I'm better than you, deal with it." She said coldly
The black king scoffed and closed his eyes, rising from his seat and reaching into his jacket, he started to pull out a gun when he heard the cocking of a hammer in front of him, and he found himself staring down the barrel of Lelucia's own firearm, she deliberately showed him her thumb flicking the safety off.
"Go on then, black cunt, make my day."
The man's eyes frantically searched the room to find that all 4 of his bodyguards had been subdued by the tower's security, with at least a dozen other firearms pointed at him, he swallowed a lump in his throat as a bead of sweat trailed down his face, he let go of his gun and slowly sat back down
"Here's what's gonna happen, I'm gonna get paid what you owe me, and on top of that, a bonus since you planned to hold me at gun point as well as possibly rape and kill me. You're gonna give me all 600 shares that you actually own, alongside the agreed property deed and pre-arranged 20 million pound deal we closed on. Then you're gonna be thrown into a car, taken to the airport, and you're gonna take a flight, I don't rightly give a fuck where you go, but let me make it abundantly clear that if you come to Area-11 ever again, if you dare threaten me, insult me, or send any of your retarded lackeys to get payback, I will have you found, tortured and only when you are begging for death will I allow you to die, and have you thrown in the ocean to be consumed by sharks. Do we have an understanding, mister king?"
He nodded frantically, not trusting his voice.
"Good dog, get on with it." She said, waving her pistol for him to move, which he did, walking off escorted by security, she put her gun away and sat back in her chair, signaling for a bunny girl to approach her. A Japanese woman, she had brown hair and soft blue eyes, wearing a red leotard with matching pink-red ears. Lelucia grabbed her ass and pulled her down to sit in her lap, causing the girl to gasp and blush, she was a bit on the older side, but seemed to retained some youth, somewhere in her early 30's, she was shorter than Lelucia.
The black princess leaned in to nibble on the bunny girl's ear and cup one of her breasts through her tight clothing, causing her to moan, but Lelucia stopped, noticing something on the woman's arm, she gently grabbed the appendage and raised it up for further inspection, rubbing her thumb over a little dot on the woman's forearm, making her freeze up.
"Refrain?" She asked, and the woman could only nod and gulp, she was about to plea when Lelucia shushed her and whispered in her ear.
"It's ok, I'm not mad, you wont get fired for this... tell you what, if you quit and take a drug test to prove it, I'll give you a 50,000 pound bonus and VIP access, plus a little something extra, if you so desire~" She purred erotically, while the hand squeezing her breast slowly pinched a nipple beneath the cloth, making the MILF shudder. "How does that sound?"
"I- I'd be happy to."
"You'd be happy to what? Who are you talking to?" She teased.
"I'd be happy to... mistress Lelucia-"
"What is your name?"
"K-kozuki, mistress, my name is Kozuki."
"Very well, I'll be seeing you this time next month, darling Madam Kozuki." She said lowly, nipping the woman's neck and giving her a hicky before stuffing a wad of cash into her cleavage and nudging her off, giving the girl a spank as she left.
Yet another conquest for the books, it was better than going on killing sprees like she initially planned. Becoming a serial killer and slaughtering nobles willy nilly and leading the police on a wild goose chase, she was still tempted to do that now and again because it sounded fun, but being perpetually horny was undoubtedly the better alternative, she's been with a few older women, this one seemed to be nice, supple and submissive, which was always good, Lelucia got off on having control, both in regular activities and in bed, only one person ever gets to be on top or see her vulnerable and that's because she trusts them implicitly.
Her mind wandered to Milly, the spunky blond girl she'd met when she was just a little twerp at the Ares villa, she was the last link Lelucia had to better times, the crazy girl was fun, and a joy to be around even if she drove Lelucia up a wall half the time, she couldn't help but crack a small, genuine smile thinking about her. Milly didn't have hidden agendas, Milly wasn't out to get something out of Lelucia, she was honest, kind, playful, innocent to a degree, and she made the cold dead heart of the black princess flutter just a little.
Lelucia sighed as she thought about the time she was going to spend with Milly before her phone rang. She got up, walking over to the bar and signaling the tender for a fireball before answering.
"Lelucia here."
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"Oh really? What do the tech's think?"
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"Pfft, that'll be the day, anyways tell them to hop to it, you projected a prototype within a month right? Clock's ticking, chop chop gramps you aint getting any younger."
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"HAH, fuck you too, bye." She smirked, snatching the fireball whiskey the bar tender slid to her, she downed it in one go and slapped a 20 on the table, setting the glass on top of it before strolling out.
She had a LOT of work to do before she took the settlement for herself, thankfully Babel tower gave her plenty of income. Sure, some sods would play against the house and win, but most pushed their luck too far and lost everything. Those sods where nobles trying to get free money without pissing off any other individual nobles. But Lelucia hired very good card sharks, both to prevent cheating, and to win most of the losses back, plus profit.
Unbeknownst to them, they where funding a rebellion out of their own pockets, and Lelucia Vi Britannia was gonna use every cent to bring the empire to their knees.
AN: That concludes this chapter, I do hope you all enjoyed and I'll be working on the next chapter soon, review if you liked it.
