Author's Notes:
Whoo! Another chapter for you guys and this one I feel marks the halfway point of this story. We're halfway there guys! Hopefully you'll bear with me till the end.
Disclaimer: (ha ha, it made it) I OWN NOTHING! (except the plot)
Ladies...
"My King," Walking briskly towards the object of her 'affections', Iona smiles.
"Where have you been?" Bakura asks, barely turning to acknowledge the woman.
"My father had requested my presence." Iona responds, flicking a stray piece of maroon hair out of her face. She knows that she's the most eligible for her king's love; now she just has to convince the king and his advisors that she is the best. Easier said than done, and it isn't all that easy to say to start with.
"Mmf," Bakura grunts, staring at the map before him. The initial siege is already underfoot. The pawns had been charmed to move as the soldiers, allowing the demon the play by play view of the Angel Kingdom, and man were they falling. Little bundles of stone lay all over the board, symbolizing fallen warriors. It is almost laughable to see the angels attempting to defend themselves.
"Bakura," said demon shoots her a glare, "your highness," she grinds out instead, "maybe you should consider a vacation with me. I mean, with everyone so bellicose, you don't need anyone discovering your secret affair with the prince. I mean, what's he got that I don't?" Iona asks innocently, wrapping her arms around the king's waist and pressing herself against his back.
"Besides a penis and a way to conquer the Angel Kingdom?" Bakura asks, prying her arms from around him.
Iona doesn't respond besides a little "hmpt" sound. Frustrated with her lack of success, she pulls away from the demon. She storms out the tent, past all of the advisors ,and into the nearest civilian tent, leaving many confused glances in her wake.
Glancing back, Bakura shrugs. Damn woman was only getting in his way; right now, he needs to concentrate on conquering the angels.
"D17, D51, D8, D73, and D12 move to surround that unknown object." Bakura commands, pointing to a piece standing towards the back of the demon field. He chuckles, watching the pieces called move to surround the foreign piece. Staring at the piece slowly coming into clarity before his narrowed eyes, Bakura smirks.
"Kill."
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"Sooner or later, we're going to have to kill them. We can't do this forever!" Anzu screams, sidestepping a stream of yellow magic. She quickly fires a stunning spell back in said direction before using her enchanted shield to block a sword swing to her left.
"You're an angel! You can't do that!" Ishizu grits out between clenched teeth, casting a spell on a group of charging demons.
"No, but you can. I would never wish death on anyone normally, but countless innocents are being hurt, and if we don't act soon, we could lose a good portion of lower realm angels." So focused was she on her retort that she didn't notice a demon sneak up to her and stab her in the back, evoking a shrill screech of pain. Her attacker chuckles, chanting as a green fog seeps from the metal of his dagger. Anzu cries out again, quickly grabbing the blade from her shoulder and throwing it at aforementioned demon. Unfortunately, the demon skillfully dodges the blade, and the sword sails through the armor of one of her comrades instead.
"Anzu!" Ishizu gasps, giving another demon an opening to bludgeon her with a mallet. The witch falls to the ground, blood trickling down her forehead as she tries to focus on her apprentice.
Her vision blurs as she wills her remaining strength to cast a basic healing spell. Anything to help her acolyte.
The first pair of azure eyes retreat behind pale lids as the second set watch, frozen in horror.
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"Daddy!" The woman squeaks imperiously.
"Yes?"
"Have they found them yet?" She purposefully leaves the question vague, knowing that anyone who isn't supposed to be here won't catch on to what they are planning.
"It takes time." The man states exasperatedly. She had one job, one job only, and she seemed incapable of even doing that.
"Well, how am I supposed to seduce a gay man?" She stomps for emphasis. Her father doesn't get it; unless she changes her gender, their plan is doomed to fail.
"Use a dildo." Her father deadpans. Iona's mouth drops and her eyes bulge. How can someone be so...so crass? Does he not understand what he's asking? She, a lady of the highest calibre, being asked to do something so...so—vulgar completely unheard of. If the prince-king wants a man or a whore pretending to be a man, then fine, but a lady such as herself, would never stoop so low.
"This is so stupid! Why couldn't you send someone else in? Obviously I'm not the right person for this job!" Iona complains, stomping her foot childishly.
The chair slides back, and in a flash, the man who once sat in it stands before his daughter, breathing boarishly into the girl's face. The maroon haired girl takes a step back, whether it be out of fear or to avoid his smoky breath unclear.
"You, little girl, need to understand your place," He pulls himself back to his full height, looking even more intimidating than before. The anger drains from his voice, leaving only the dull monotone with a hint of annoyance that he is renowned throughout the whole resistance for. "For if you think for even a moment that you aren't replaceable, you are fooling yourself. This plan requires a tactical touch, and your bitching isn't helping. So, if you want your title after this overthrow, I suggest you grow a pair, or buy one, and please the damn KING!" Iona flinches as the last sentence is roared directly in her face. It's the first time she's seen her father so angry. He had never raised his voice at her. As far as she knew, she was her father's precious gem.
Silence permeates the room as Iona swallows deeply, trying to get her frazzled nerves under control. To an extent, she could be considered a 'feminist', although she shudders at the thought of using a label humans created. The angel and demon realms are both sexist. Male dominance has been the norm for all eternity. Both the purest angels and the darkest demons are male; the women always tend to fall somewhere in the middle, and if they weren't needed for reproduction, would have probably gone extinct from neglect. But now, their only trump card is becoming less and less useful as witches have made it possible for men to reproduce with each other. In fact, with all the prostitutes popping out babies like pills, you could probably walk around the red lights district for a bit and come home with decaplets. Women are virtually useless now.
"We need to kill the Angel Prince and his friends. I've worked with the demons, and I know how important those damned angels are to them. Kill them, and the demons will be so devastated that we can easily penetrate their ranks." The girl barks out, cheeks red and eyes narrowed.
"If we kill them now, then it'll be too obvious. Think, girl! Your incessant babbling is starting to get on my nerves; say something useful or leave." Her father demands, turning his back on her. He moves back to the large computer screen and starts typing in commands, fingers blurring in their speed to respond to the image after image flashing by on his screen. Iona stares at her father in utter belief; even she, as oblivious as she can be, can see that this endeavor is warping her father into a monster.
"Good day, father." And with that, the girl leaves her father's complex and makes her way back to the Demon Realm.
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Rebecca wasn't chosen to be an advisor because of her father. She wasn't chosen because she is pretty, or because she was the only one who wanted the job. No, Rebecca is where she is today because she's smart, because while other's partied and flirted their way up the rankings, she worked. She spent endless hours combing over the history of the Demon Realm, past wars and arguments, resources, economy, and social classes. She had studied for her entire life for this.
So, when both the Angel and Demon monarchs were killed the same night, she realized something was off. What was the likelihood that they would launch an attack at the same time, on the same night; especially when both nights were of major importance to both the rulers and the kingdoms themselves. The kings would've never had enough time to monitor a full blown attack; the attacks were completely illogical. But then again, her insights meant absolutely nothing to the new king, who dragged them into a pointless war, all because of a baseless conclusion drawn from centuries of dislike.
Now, she stands before the coordinates listed on her paper. She had done all the research, gone through every possible conclusion, and she had finally reached her own. This is the work of a third, neutral party. Most mystical creatures allied themselves with the forces of good and evil, leaving only a few to dangle along the edge. Among these creatures were mages, werewolves, harpies, and the half-breeds. Having narrowed it down to the two groups with the biggest beef with both the angels and the demons, she was left with the half'n'halfs and the witches; one being rejected by both angels and demons and the other always fighting with the deities to usurp them.
Checking the paper in her hands once again, Rebecca sighs in dread of the spell she'll have to cast on herself. She starts muttering the incantation under her breath "Tenebris, tenebris. Nigrum, album, quod est a nunc peto." She bites back a groan, grinding her teeth together as the dark inside her is replaced by a light strong enough to fool even the best of mages.
A low, white glow encases her body, and when she stands once again, she is a voluptuous blonde with stellar amethyst eyes.
The door swings open for her, as though inviting a long lost friend. She walks in, quickly mastering the art of walking in four inch heels that clack loudly with every step.
"Well, it's time to do some research." Rebecca purrs in a throaty voice.
Author's Notes:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOU!
Oh, and Happy New Years since I doubt I've actually said that.
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