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Crossing pass and over a valley that divided a nation's border, Weiss entered into a territory abandoned by a guild of crafters and inventors. They pursued on expansion and advancement of using Dust for the whole world. But, they succumbed to foolish desires and goals. Ultimately causing the quickest, decisive end of renowned geniuses marking their names in history in only three years.
Weiss applauded their pursuit and progress but believed that in an environment induced in constant Dust had affected the nature of their selves. At least in theory. Those with the least affinity to their Aura or possessing none would have difficulty in controlling Dust. Even then, the volatile substance of Dust must have been constantly radioactive from the guild's consistent experiments.
Although Weiss did not know of the incident behind the abandonment or how many have survived and lived their lives, a large cache of Dust could be found in this territory. If one was willing to take the extreme risk encountering hazardous unknowns and unavoidable volatile Dust in the air.
Weiss came here for a reason. To find a gift for the Queen of Hell and her beloved witch. It was to compensate for interrupting the two's fetish they so loved and enjoy investing. Better not to know than to know, Weiss advised to herself. Weiss was not included or involved in such fetishes. Not that Weiss had any disinterest of fetishes, but Cinder did not find the appeal towards her.
Regardless, Weiss had heard a rumour from another village about an item that users of the dark would pay more than ten million liens for it. Based on the gossips from some horny men and women, it was an enchanted riding crop. The enchanted riding crop was made from the hides of a mating pair of snakes. While the snakes were mating, a crazed hunter and his wife, killed them for its hides to accomplish their kink. They took it to the extreme as it so seems. Making a riding crop and 'doing the do' in the abandoned building where the guild had been experimenting with Dust.
Further rumours have referred the enchanted riding crop as 'Gechmepreg'. Weiss had been utterly appalled and her mouth gaping in shock. Clearly, the name itself was not real, but an innuendo of the enchantment the riding crop imbued – pregnancy. Whether it was done to the man or the woman, Weiss would rather not know. It would please the queen and the witch, Weiss hoped.
Finding the abandoned building in Weiss' sight on the tip edge of a canyon, she hoped that she would not be encountering the two depraved beings who might or might not be alive in a Dust intoxicated zone. They might have mutated since they were here, and likely breeding numerous spawns from one of their bodies. The latter Weiss prayed would be unlikely ever.
Flying down to put her feet on the steps of the building, the bats forming together and solidifying into a single form, she examined the abandoned building. The huge double-doors had been blasted open a year back. Thick but faint black scorch marks and rusty steel cracked and dented the frame and hinges off the support. It appeared to be a big blast from the looks of the shattered floor and sides. The one who had blown the doors up had no reservation of the artistry carved on the doors or decorations.
A shame that as Weiss entered the building, it was clear there had been signs of ransacks and battles in a productive place. Toppled splintered shelves, tilted cracked opened cabinets, weapons embedded into the rotten corpses and furniture, and dried blood glittering from the essence of Dust. Some of the corpses were about four months ago and others longer than that from what Weiss could tell. The corpses were covered up by floras and faunas growing on and in them. Weiss could see little signs of organs becoming fused with nature.
The organs were dead for sure, but Mother Nature's fusion had the floras and fungi pulsing with life, growing before Weiss' eyes with a jolt. The growth had interval jolts or shudders by the odd minutes. There was a lump of bizarre mushrooms growing out from a pile of corpses, strung together by the vines of intestines covered in grass. Weiss could not figure out what nature had in mind with the dead bodies.
The Dust in the air compressed and confined before were released three years ago of the incident. Those who survived had spread the word to not enter or even step into the territory until the immense amount of volatile Dust found its way back to Mother Nature. That would probably be a hundred years or more to safely prospect the forbidden territory.
In any case, it should be easy for Weiss to track down the enchanted riding crop with the Dust lingering in the air. A prickling feeling tugged at Weiss' senses, laying out directions of the item where it may be. As it was made from mating snakes, their souls must have been in repulsed shock. Nature's animals they were, the Dust reacted to the animal's unrested spirit.
Hence, why it was a good gift to present to the Queen of Hell and her beloved witch. Both the soul and the riding crop was a double-edged sword should one of the either did not appeal to them. Weiss would be thankful if they at least spare her from their private involvement.
SNAP! THUD! SNAP! THUD!
Alerted by the sound that repeated three seconds after a snap and thud, Weiss halted in her steps and sent out a bat of herself to scout ahead. The solo flying bat soared across the ceiling to fly ahead until it reached the corner that was once an intersection towards three different directions. Two of which were blocked by a wall of debris.
The bat stopped right before the corner, planting its feet to the wall and peeking its head out around the corner. The bat's eyes were her eyes, and she could see some kind of animated figure under an arch. Whatever the figure was, it had the riding crop attached to itself. Saved a lot of time for Weiss rather than scouring around for the enchanted fetish.
Instead of confronting towards it, Weiss drew the animated figure towards her location with a sweep kick across the leg of a table. The already splintered table standing on two feet dropped to the floor with a bang and the broken leg darting towards the debris in front of her. The leg of the table broke apart with a crack as it met the stones.
With too much noise not to be ignored, the yellow animated figure responded with a startle. The figure charged to the direction of the sounds with its loud movements. The repeated sounds of a snap and thud followed with it. The bat managed to get a fair look at the figure as it came around the corner.
This animated figure's body was a large mould of strung flesh and inflated pores. As it ran, the pores rapidly deflate and inflate in the rhythm of its running. What appeared to be legs were in fact, heads and what appeared to be a deflated, skinny limp next to the heads. Arms and hands perversely caressing around itself, extending its length and stretching the flesh thin and bulging out mouths all over the crevices of its body.
Weiss could sense two souls within that one animated figure. Should Weiss remain and be at the sight of the figure and peacefully negotiate with it? Or hide and deal an instant blow instead? The bat curled its wings around itself and stuck to the wall, its head splitting into a wide open maw down along the length of its torso. Energy hummed within the bat as Weiss met the figure passing by the bat after going around the corner.
Weiss watched impassively with her hands clasped together to her waist. The figure did not slow down and hastened towards Weiss with rotten mouths appearing from its body and hands extended outwards. The figure's movement was too precise to not be intelligent of mind. Weiss guessed right as the figure's legged head stomped right before her feet and leant towards her with its body and mouths towering over her. Weiss quirked a brow as the figure did nothing but tower over her.
"Kekeke!" A cackling gurgled voice muffled from the inside of the figure's mound was heard.
The figure's hands dug into its own mound, piercing into the flesh as sounds of sloshing wet noise preceded. Weiss heard a moan, crack, and snap as the hands stretched outwards from its mound to reveal another extension. The extension was a pale green woman, grabbed by the head and stretched out from her own body embedded to the mound. The woman's entire figure was stretched by the hands in the most grotesque ways.
Neck extended to its furthest and bloated, a shoulder flexing with the mound, a breast hanging and sagging lower to the middle of its hips, and the eyes at the navel. The woman was covered in some kind oozing liquid, smelling of rot and acid.
"What stands before me? A dead, or a doll?" The figure, or supposedly the woman asked with its shuddering body.
"Unimportant," Weiss answered, "I am here before you to ask of the fetish you possess." She said.
"Raaahh!" Another voiced roared as the figure's hands quickly dug into the mound to pull another extension.
The mound wildly thrashed as the hands pulled out the other speaker. A man this time with his arse sticking out next to the woman's breast. The man's head was beneath the buttocks, a leg next to him and wiggling with each stretch of his floppy elbow sticking out of the woman's stomach. One side of the buttocks was inflated and pulsing.
"You are beneath us! Submit and enjoy the pleasures my mistress will give," The man said, head twisting with his words and the inflated buttock shaking.
"What is this pleasure?" Weiss asked curiously, licking her lips to fake her interest and earning an amused laugh from the figure.
"Necrophilia. With my knowledge and my horny bastard, we will receive pleasure and power!" The woman said, cackling with its entire body shuddering in delight.
Weiss coolly stepped back to avoid the slime splattering off from the figure's shaking delight. Necromancy, Weiss thought. The crazed husband and wife had dynamically changed from humans to a complete lusty savage abomination. Their heinous deeds had provoked restless spirits in their pursuit of power and satiating their lust at the same time. Sadly, their power only amounted to quantity over quality. Weiss learned from her encounters of necromancers that it was better to tame a long ago dead body untouched and undesired of spirit to fully control an unanimated dead to their own will and purpose.
In the case of the figure before Weiss, the dead bodies clumped and compressed together in that wretched form were recent. Therefore, the restless spirits yearning to be free from their unfortunate fate with their dignities soiled and their will went against were brutally assaulted. They were a waste of a proper, noble evil.
"D-" In a flash, the dishonourable figure was enveloped in a thick ray of blazing light.
It came from the bat that was stuck to the wall, wings twirled and unfurled like a wide open maw. The bat turned into a mouth directed its beam at the figure from behind. The blazing heat of energy unfortunately did nothing to the figure, as it turned and ripped off the inflated buttock from the man and threw it at the mouth stuck to the wall. Putrid ooze and sticky sexual fluids wrapped into one exploded onto the mouth. The mouth melted and dripped down along the wall. The woman's head twisted over the flesh of mound to stare at the noble vampire, cackling madly.
The bloated neck stretched towards the head, enlarging the already stretched out dead flesh and spewing toxic, sticky ooze of white. Weiss flicked her hand up and across in front of her, instantly launching a wave of ice rushing towards the figure. The toxic ooze splashed onto the frozen ice and smashed into the figure. The figure stumbled back and fell to the ground.
Suddenly, as it crumpled to the floor, the entire flesh was ripped apart. Out came spawns of disfigured corpses crawling towards Weiss. The main two were gurgling a hideous, gross sound as they moaned and groaned in ecstasy. The one hand wielding the enchanted riding crop smacked at their joined section, bloating that very spot.
"Run, run princess! Our children are coming! Mmmhhh!" The man moaned aloud in ecstasy, his buttocks twisting and forming together with the groaning woman's neck, bloating bigger.
Weiss shook her head of their meaningless persistence. Pointing a finger up to the ceiling, Weiss blasted a surge of energy punching wide open holes along the way. The sky was above her.
"Kekeke! Calling to the heavens? There is no god," The woman howled as her sagging, long breast stretched into a flesh of an arm.
Weiss grinned, "I must say, you truly are not worthy amongst proper evils," She commented, frowning as she clenched her raised hand into a fist.
A piercing wheezing sound came from the sky. A rush of cyan light cascaded onto Weiss, blinding the hallways as the corpses rushed at Weiss. Like a storm of chariots literally, the roof broke open wider and crumbled as a stampede of fully ice-cladded armoured knights riding on the backs of a hedgehog rolled across the hallways with a hail of ice behind them.
The building shook from the unnecessarily overwhelming force raining down into the building, and Dust reacting violently to the nature of elements being manipulated. Weiss gracefully twirled on the spot, her hand going low to her knees and up to her waist in a bow, as ice gathered and coated her form.
"You're insaneeeeeeeeee!" The two shrieked as the summoned familiars rushed past them and froze them in ice-burning cold along with the rest of the corpses.
The Dust in the air began to implode across the building and reaching outside, causing a Dust disaster. Silence rang in the air, as the surge of overwhelming disturbed energy fell into a chain reaction. A gust of a piercing sound tore across the abandoned territory and then, a bright orb of light from inside the building rose and expanded. Stretching out in complete blinding silence until it was as big as a mountain.
At last, the shattering, audible sound of doom echoed across the territory. A bright light expanding into the sky, like a growing mushroom filled with tendrils of eruptive energy. Weiss was inside the growing destruction, smiling.
Back at Weiss' castle, Yang stirred awake to the crackling sound of burning wood. Sweat poured and matted Yang's skin. A fiery sensation boiled inside of Yang's body. Yang's throat went dry as the flames quietly charred wood. Fingers twitching as Yang's lilac eyes glazed over the waving fires underneath a flask. The smoke wafted in the air and while distant, it ignited Yang's adrenaline and turned her lilac eyes red.
Blake's keen amber eyes turned to look at Yang, staring at the flask on the table. Yang's presence was getting hostile as she stared at the boiling flask. Was Yang allergic to the potion Blake was making? Blake decided to douse the dark purple flame with a twist to the knob.
But as Blake's hand reached to turn the knob, the flames erupt in a vicious roar and imploded the flask. Blake jumped back with a startled yelp and saved herself of chemical burns as liquid splattered onto the table. Roused by the yelp, Yang blinked her eyes and looked at Blake. Quickly putting two things together – the boiling liquid on the table and the Faunus jumping back with the chair flipped back to the floor, Yang immediately got up.
"Shit! Are y- Gah!" Yang turned to stand up from the altar, but the missing arm had her thrown off the balance of her weight and slipped to the floor.
Yang face-planted to the floor with a grunt, groaning as a spiral of dizziness flushed into her head. Blake huffed as she walked towards Yang. Kneeling down beside the fallen woman, Blake helped Yang to lie on the side of the altar upright.
"Are you alright?" Blake asked, placing a hand on Yang's shoulder as she examined the state of Yang's injuries.
Yang habitually raised her right hand to rub her face, but the phantom feeling and airy wave of her bandaged limb startled her. Yang's breathing hitched and stared wide-eyed at her right arm. Staring intensely as Yang did not realise how fast she was breathing, wishing it was a dream as dread put a heavy weight on her. Blake's brows furrowed and saw signs of distress that would drown the poor blonde woman.
"Hey," Blake called, putting a gentle pressure on Yang's shoulder.
Yang's breathing rose rapidly, and Blake grew concerned that she would hyperventilate.
"Hey! Hey!" Blake called firmly, shaking Yang's shoulder and getting a panicked attention.
"Breathe. Just breathe," Blake calmly said, slowly and gently taking Yang's hand that was limp and null.
Blake gently squeezed Yang's hand, staring into lilac-eyes as she motioned a slow, deep inhale, and slow exhale. Yang did not follow in synch with Blake until the warmth flooding from her hand and shoulder brought her into a daze of just looking at Blake's breathing. Yang followed in rhythm with Blake's breathing, eventually calming down her heart, but not the fractured mind.
After a while, Yang squeezed Blake's hand, nodding stiffly to assure the kind woman. Blake gave a small smile and slowly released Yang's hand and shoulder.
"I-… I need so-some-… some time," Yang managed to say, lowering her left hand to the floor and the back of her head resting at the altar.
Blake nodded, "I'll be right back," She said, standing up and not lingering around for Yang's sake.
Yang needed it anyway, and she barely acknowledged the kind woman leaving her. Ruby was safe at least, but only from Blake's word. Would Ruby wake up just to be absolutely sure that Ruby was alive? The waiting did not comfort Yang, and she dared not to look at Ruby's lying body on the altar. Something gripped at Yang's heart, the feeling of dread and loss.
