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After the detour and at the peak of dawn, Weiss had flown into the land where the Queen of Hell and the beloved witch legendary hid. Beneath a well of all things and a perfect sort of getaway for the spies and agents of Cinder. The well was located in a wide open meadow of dead plantations and air. Further from here was once a town that had been massacred long ago by Cinder and Glynda.
That town was now occupied by the Black Market Guilds thanks to Cinder. Of course, the guilds have to pay tribute to Cinder with Dust instead of lien. The Dust they had gotten from came from one area that Weiss had taken a detour, and some other areas stolen for profit. They kept a low-profile and operate as a small hub for information and transaction. The Dust was kept elsewhere.
In any case, Weiss was coming closer to the only well in the meadow and dove into the depth. Darkness overwhelmed as Weiss descended and the breeze of air trailing behind her immediately fell silent. An immediate shift to the gravity as Weiss plummeted through a mass of fog. The thick dark grey air covered Weiss' sight, entering into her nose to choke her up.
What of the agents and spies then? Well, if they truly value their lives; then keep firmly and safely a 'Grimm's navel muck'. An item from the navel of a Grimm that was dying and used to tie around their nose. The smell was intensely putrid and foul, but not suffocating.
Without needing that item, there was still another danger beneath the fog. After the fog, Weiss was sent hurling and spiralling faster down to the sea of murky liquid of colourless, tasteless waste and blood. It looked intimidating and nightmarish as bones and organs float on the surface, and spectres of haunting spirits swim in it. Those spirits reached out for the fallen out from the fog. It was said that falling into it would tear out the soul of those still attached to the living.
As soon as Weiss' feet touched the sea, a forceful pull plunged her down so suddenly. The sudden plunged would have killed a breathing being, forcing them to take a breath of air between the gap of the fog and sea if they had not. Then there was dwelling in the sea itself, where one's eyes conjured the visage of Hell. These images distort the mind of grounded logic, making it difficult to grasp the capacity of what was being seen. It affected their sense of reality and grasping the solidity of their world, making them forget to ever breathe as if they were in trance to be kept alive and tortured with madness.
Even for Weiss, this was the moment where somebody's life was flashing before their eyes. Fighting, suppressing, or even resisting what went on in the sea prolonged this torture. To oppress it however, strengthens the madness already ensued and shortened the stay in it. Dangerous and suicidal, and yet harmless with a small side-effect of 'displacement' of the inner-self.
Weiss placed her thoughts further into insanity alongside the spiral of madness accompanied by the visage of Hell. In doing so caused the illusion to distort into a nightmarish gibberish thing that could not be made sense. Followed by the return of gravity dragging her elsewhere and out of the sea quicker. The alternative to staying and at a slower rate of traversing through the sea was valid but traumatising. No matter how resilient of mind and spirit they could be, the prolonged lingering dulled and dented the inner-self. Recovering from it would take a lot of measures over time, not longer than five months.
Dragged out of the sea, Weiss surfaced onto the world of Hell. Standing upon the volcanic pale brown soil of Hell, Weiss looked around her vicinity and frowned as she was put in a vulgar area. Pits of Denial, a noisy depressing sector of blue Hell. Burrowed earth and pillars speared down to the floors of molten spikes, as husked souls making gibberish noises of denial, clawed and climbed up along the pillars.
The souls judged and sentenced here were in obsessive denial prior to their lifetime in the living. These spirits possessed surmount of rejection or dejection of the flaws in themselves and put harm unto another will in their state of hysteria or paranoia of false superiority. Unrest became a welded part of their life and led them to where they were and are now. The sense of vulnerability, weakness, and sincerity to one's inferior flaws and strength to accept them will make them stronger and better. At least Weiss thought it was if those souls sought absolution.
"I humble thee my service, O' Vampire Lord," A dark and shallow voice spoke to Weiss at her back.
Weiss turned around with a stiff expression on her face. The short entity nodded its head as Weiss saw the ferryman of Hell. Enshrouded in a complete black form, standing on one foot of its talon, and a Grimm's mask at the centre of its torso with terrifying tentacles wiggling out beneath the mask outwards. Beneath the mask was a stretch of flesh, and behind the eyes of the mask were hollowed in flesh sheltering eggs.
"There is no vacancy within your carriage," Weiss stated, her scowl forming on her face as she glared at the ferryman.
The ferryman twirled a tentacle inwards and into the opening of the mask's eye, digging out an egg downwards along the flesh. A bulge could be seen protruding and stretching the wall of flesh beneath the mask. With a wriggle of the tentacle, it forcefully pushed the egg out and tore through the flesh, and smashed the egg to the ground. The egg shattered and spilt a pool of organs and blood. The puddle flooded outwards until its organs were splayed out in a circle, leaving a space for a foot to step in.
The ferryman offered a chilling option, "This child shall be your carrier."
The ferryman departed immediately with a twirl of its tentacle to the ground, springing upwards and wiggling along the air. Weiss turned her eyes from the ferryman to the pool of blood below and in front of her. The 'child' awaited for Weiss' choice with its pulsating organs wriggling on the ground.
Weiss raised her foot and stomped on the spleen in the pool of blood. The pool rose and suddenly stretched out with Weiss being carried at the pinnacle of the tip. The blood stretched and stretched so far that the organs too were getting ripped apart. That was exactly what it did and ripped apart finally at the limits of its elasticity. A loud crunch and snap could be heard, catapulting Weiss into the pit of Denial with the stomped spleen hanging around Weiss' neck like a noose.
Being sent catapulting and spiralling down again towards molten spikes down the Pits of Denial, the disfigured spleen hanging around Weiss's neck snapped loose. Suddenly, the gravity halted Weiss right before the tip of a molten spike with the spleen in front of her face. Weiss' vision immediately shifted to a whole different sector of Hell as the spleen slowly tore apart. Like sands bristling round Weiss' eyes; a foggy storm slowly quieting down.
Now Weiss was on the balcony of Cinder's and Glynda's jade spire. A magnificent sight and décor in Hell's realm that held the proofs and privileges of power. Banners from different heralds and organisation were hung up on spears with a dead body stuck at the tip around the outer walls. They were proofs of those who have challenged the Queen of Hell and honoured their defeat by servitude to Cinder. Cinder has had that power in Hell and Remnant from special selects of groups to supplement Hell's necessities for centuries.
A loud moan suddenly began and Weiss instantly recognised that voice belonging to Cinder. The scent of aroused pheromones and heated voices permeate in Weiss' vicinity. Glynda Goodwitch was mixed with Cinder. Weiss sighed and stepped through the beaded curtain behind her.
"Ladies," Weiss started, her eyes taking in the sight of a moaning Cinder straddled on a wooden horse with a triangular wooden body and ribbed beam on top, and a blonde woman humping behind her.
"Weiss~!" Cinder moaned as she arched her body forward, pressing her breasts to the back of the wooden horse's neck.
A sound slap to the side of Cinder's bottom caused her to shudder as she moaned aloud, climaxing. Glynda straddled on the horse and behind Cinder, giggled as she raised her hand from the side of the rear along the sides of Cinders ribs, palming the side of the breast.
"Hello Weiss," Glynda greeted with a proud grin and her eyes on Cinder.
With a buck of Glynda's hips, a soundly slap of skin meeting skin and eliciting a breathless gasp out of Cinder. Weiss saw the straps of a leather band around Glynda's hip and a penetrative toy between the legs thrust into Cinder's wet and sloppy snatch. Glynda grinned evilly as she pleasured Cinder and was pleasured by grinding her exposed core along the ribbed beam.
"My love, Weiss is here for you," Glynda said, moving her hand from Cinder's breast to grasp Cinder's hair and tug them to the side, turning Cinder's face at Weiss.
"Mmm~, what are you here for?" Cinder asked, her eyes glowing in delight as Glynda pounded into her snatch as her abused bud brushing along the ribbed beam.
Weiss put a hand into her tattered jacket's pocket to pull out the enchanted riding crop, Gechmepreg. As Weiss showed them the item, Glynda looked at the object in Weiss' hand with interest. The mated snakes' souls have left the crop and left a solid mark of Dust residues in it.
Having tested it once, much to Weiss' disgust of what it could do before, the riding crop has lost its name and spell. It now cast a spell of sensitivity, which varies a lot of uses. Weiss was about to explain the offering to them, but Glynda flicked a hand at the crop and pulled it out of her hand to float towards Glynda's way.
Weiss resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said, "A present from me."
Cinder's brows furrowed as she stared at the riding crop reaching into Glynda's hand. Once the riding crop rested onto Glynda's hand, her face took a stern change. Glynda could feel her Semblance channel into the riding crop, allowing her enhanced focus – a focus tool. Bristling with renewed power, Glynda's stern green eyes slowly turned to Cinder's anticipating amber-eyes.
Glynda's precise and slow wicked teasing down the span of Cinder's back with the tip of the riding crop brushing along, Cinder's eyes rolled up into her head as she violently convulsed and climaxed speechlessly and breathlessly. Wondrous throes of sensual touches erupted inside of Cinder' body, raising the sensitive points of her erogenous zones as if Glynda had touched her entire body in one sweep. Telekinesis has become a lot better for Glynda with the crop she held amplifying her sensitivity to accurately determine her and the things around to interact.
Glynda smiled and looked at Weiss, "She's all yours," She said with a final pat to Cinder's rump.
Cinder twitched and moaned, a blissful euphoria on her face as she slumped onto the wooden horse's neck after Glynda sweetly pulled the toy out of her over-satiated hole. Glynda giggled and licked her lips as she climbed off the wooden horse. The two satiated women had dripping juices down along their inner thighs, spilling to the floor. The wooden horse was just as drenched by the flood of womanly fluids at the bottom, filling up what seemed to be a fabric with a hex symbol on it. The fabric was awfully drenched as a pool of women's fluids stained the floor.
"E~ urt~… (Be~ curt~…)" Cinder blissfully mumbled incoherently, the blissful sex still fresh and warm.
Weiss went straight to the point, "I want to start a legacy." She said.
Cinder smiled at first, and then went into a fit of giggles and laughter as she convulsed. Weiss rolled her eyes and patiently waited for Cinder. If anything, Cinder was at the moment far out of composure since her engaging fetish activities that had spun for more than two days with her beloved lover. Too elated and satisfied that Cinder could not help the bubbling epiphany inside of her and sedate her with maddening insanity. In summary, loving too much was a flattering experience spiralling with insanity.
Eventually, Cinder the fit came to a stop in less than six minutes. Bright amber eyes stared at Weiss and Cinder lazily beckoned her with an index finger. Weiss came closer to Cinder and stopped beside her. Cinder turned her head to the side, looking up at Weiss' face with a coy smile.
"Carry me, dear," Cinder ordered, her tone carrying a solid weight while light in volume.
Weiss lips curled to the side, but did what Cinder wanted and pulled Cinder up. Cinder sultrily hummed and wrapped her arms around Weiss' neck and hooked her legs around Weiss' hips. Weiss let it be and kept her hands at the small of Cinder's back as she stared at Cinder's amber's eyes. Weiss was familiar with Cinder's behaviour and attempts to indulge something for the Queen.
"You're beautiful, my dear," Cinder cooed with a wisp of her sultry breath over Weiss' lips.
Weiss scoffed, "I won't be staying," She said, ignoring the drench of her pants and shirt from Cinder's overly dripping juices.
Cinder giggled and leant her head onto Weiss' shoulder and whispered, "I won't miss you. Bring me to bed."
Cinder ground her pelvis along Weiss' front, staining her clothes purposely with naughty intent. Weiss huffed with a groan as Cinder laughed on her shoulder. Carrying the Queen of Hell to the other room where Glynda had gone into, Weiss's hand went up from the small of the back to the centre of the spine. At this, Cinder softly smiled and turned her head to lay her cheek on Weiss' shoulder.
"Ever the charming lady," Cinder said aloud, making Weiss amusedly snicker.
Entering in Cinder's and Glynda's private quarters, Weiss saw Glynda by the magic kit set of tables, cabinets, utensils and such items at the front of the bed. Glynda gave a sideway glance and a small grin as they appeared, and then she returned to appraise the riding crop.
Weiss proceeded to the large round bed with a curtain of beautiful beads surrounding it. When Weiss was by the bed and instead of throwing Cinder on the bed, she lay Cinder on the wondrous mattress with ease and tenderness with her knees on the edge of the bed. Cinder sighed as her body met the soft plush of warmth and comfort, releasing her hold on Weiss.
Before Weiss pulled back, Cinder rested a hand on her cheek while the other fell on Cinder's chest. The two women held their gazes, seemingly conveying something which they were not. A moment between them, until a heated slap went across Weiss' cheek. It did not hurt as Cinder flopped on her side at the throw of her hand. Weiss leant back as she put her feet back on the floor, ignoring the fingernail scratches on her cheek.
"Have a good rest, your Majesty," Weiss said and looked at Glynda, "Glynda."
"We will see you at the forum, Weiss," Glynda replied giving a brief look at Weiss.
Weiss turned and left with a calm stride on the way out.
"Weiss!" Cinder shouted, halting Weiss.
"Your pants is hideous," Cinder said.
Weiss grinned and replied, "Formality for the forum, your Majesty."
Then, Weiss was off to leave the spire and went off towards Hell's forum waiting for Cinder and Glynda to come at any time. Weiss' quest for a legacy was unanswered, but it was also unchallenged. It was not that Cinder did not take Weiss seriously, rather that she chose not to for what was she desired from Weiss then. The slap was merely Weiss' refusal to lay in bed with Cinder, and forget the forum. Though, Weiss doubted that Cinder would choose otherwise, as this was too amusing for Cinder to object.
Fate-chan2015, FoxyFoxation, Rapter267:- Much appreciated and thank you. I'm currently using Grammarly and to see if it helps out correcting many errors that I have. I hope it supplements well with my odd sentence structure.
Sakurako Nagasaki:- Thank you, but I will hold doubts on my English language. ;) It does appear that way as there are no other family members that Weiss adored and liked. What happens if she does remember remains curious, I would say. :)
GrnDrgnzrd:- That really lightens my heart and mind. Although it is certain that I should practice and refrain from establishing more fillers. I would sometimes worry that I am not even aware that I have written in a filler chapter simply because I 'believe' that it is mainstream. This made me revise and review my work before posting it, along with the anxiety of being an inconsistency with posting actively. Thank you though.
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Author's afterword:- Hello and well tidings. I'm glad you're enjoying the story, and I appreciate your courtesy to read from an inconsistent person like me. I have also edited the previous chapters again. A displeasure. x_x Hence the disclosure because I am using Grammarly to see if there is an improvement. I can without a doubt say it is a really good and functional tool. It has pointed out a lot of mistakes I've made, and also helped me with highlighting words that are confusing in context. Very handy to determine the choice of words and sentences.
Now that I'm done with that, there's not a lot to say about this chapter. I had thought to put Weiss' motivations and objectives in this chapter, but I decided otherwise and chose to show it in a more proper setting with a conflict to clash. I would gamble to think this chapter as a build-up and introduction to Hell and the relationship between Weiss, Cinder and Glynda.
I hope you enjoy what you read at your own will, within reason and respect. Thank you for reading.
