Summary: If there's one thing to cause the champions of Chaos untold grief, it's their access to cyberspace...
Disclaimer: Yeah, I wish I owned it... Maybe then I wouldn't be up to my neck in tuition-debt!
Queen's Quornor: I think I want to focus on one chapter that reveals something about each character. I don't know what I'll do for each one, but I've got some ideas that I might put into play. I realize that this might result in the butchering of a few characters, but satire does call for that on occasion. There are a few characters you can be assured I won't do that to, but exactly whom?
Revelations in the Dark
How did people always forget that darkness was synonymous with stealth? The Cloud of Darkness was the ultimate spy, diving from a pool of shadows into a shaded corner in an instant without so much as a whisper of sound. Her opponents never saw her coming, and their fear was the sweetest of nourishment to a creature like her. Even among the mighty minions of Chaos, she could feed.
Suitably nourished from scaring the Emperor while he bathed, the Cloud of Darkness now glided down the shadowy hall towards the computer room, intent on checking how much more powerful the Onion Pest had become since partnering with Terra.
"Oh my... That is suitable indeed."
The Cloud paused. It sounded as if Ultimecia was currently in possession of the terminal, which was not intriguing in and of itself. What held the Cloud's interest was her knowledge of the sorceress's usual schedule: Ultimecia never got online this late.
Curious, the Cloud decided to investigate. She jumped into the closest patch of darkness and emerged within the computer roon, hidden in the shadows. Thus ensconced, she proceeded to watch the sorceress of time.
Ultimecia was online - no surprise there. From where she was hiding, the Cloud could see the logo for a shopping site in the screen's upper corner. She could not see, however, what the other woman found "suitable".
"That's not large enough." There was more clicking, and Ultimecia chuckled, delighted. "That is much better! The shape is more conducive to pleasure, too. Perhaps I shall take this one instead."
Now the Cloud was beyond intrigued. Daring to rise from the shadows a bit more, she peered at the moniter as closely as she could without attracting Ultimecia's eye.
She felt her jaw go slack.
The mighty sorceress of time was browsing through a selection of objects used exclusively for sexual pleasure. The Cloud knew only a little about such toys, as she had no interest in sex beyond its ability to corrupt the innocent and pure. But she could at least recognized what the objects were used to accomplish.
Astounded, she watched Ultimecia click on what appeared to be a string of widely-spaced pearls. but no pearls were so huge; the woman holding them in the picture could only cradle a single orb in her hand, and held the string aloft via a ring slipped over her index finger. The sorceress tapped her chin, then clicked a star icon labelled "wishlist" beneath the picture.
The Cloud wanted to gag.
Her reflex to express her extreme distate was distracted by the glittering approach of lights reflected off polished armor. She darted back into the darkest corner, shocked as the Emperor swept into the room.
The sorceress did not remove her attention from the screen. "You are later than I was expecting."
"I was delayed." The Emperor went to stand behind her, tracing the fingers of his hand over the flesh of her neck. "Have you decided I am not enough satisfaction for you? I must have been a very poor conqueror indeed."
"You performed exceptionally well. But I merely want some props to keep things interesting. My powers can draw things out, though not as fully as I would prefer."
"Yes, you do seem to take a long time to reach completion," the Emperor mused. "Your powers combined with a vibrator could mean the difference between frustration and satisfaction."
"I am not the only one who shall enjoy these purchases." From her corner, the Cloud watched Ultimecia click on the wishlist icon, replacing the current webpage with a number of pictures. One was selected, and the Emperor let out a dark chuckle at the tiny collection of strings wound around a shapely model's body. The Cloud merely stared; that outfit was even more revealing than her own attire!
"Considering what you already wear beneath your robes, I shall enjoy seeing you clad in such miniscule articles."
"You prefer the tiny lingerie to full nudity?" Ultimecia asked teasingly.
"There is something far more exciting to encounters with partial clothing, something rushed and passionate. I am a conqueror; I enjoy feeling as such." One of his hands slid out of sight, and Ultimecia purred, her head falling back against his stomach.
"Shall we move this to a more secluded location?" the sorceress gasped, reaching up to twine her arms about her gilded ruler.
"Nobody else is awake," he replied, moving his other hand out of view.
The Cloud fled at this point. She emerged in her own chamber gasping and wide-eyed, shocked that she had seen such a thing. The Emperor and Ultimecia? It made sense, but never would she have thought they would turn that fictional pairing into a reality!
If that's what they used the computer for this late, after all the others had retired to bed...
"We are never using that computer after sunset again!"
