RWBY: the reading of the witch princess of chaos
The group had been eating their dinner in a dining room which had been provided to them. Foods of all types was stocked and provided for their convenience. The fact that there was a passive anti-violence magic placed upon the place was probably the only reason that half of those in the place had not started fighting.
The conversation had been an uneasy one, for most, They had been discussing what they had seen so far and could only guess that it would be getting darker and more grim from here on out. This did not affect some of the members of their number. The vets whilst not as effected were not pleased about it.
Those on the younger side of the scale were disturbed by it but knew that being able to put up with the horrors that they were seeing was part of the job of a huntsman. It was not the part that most knew, most only heard about the glories and victories. As they were things to be celebrated and provide the populaces with things to be happy about.
Propaganda being alive and well within the kingdoms. Each using the news services for their own needs. True the kingdoms did not control all of the news with an iron fist, they did however have sets of priorities for the companies to follow.
Now the group was arriving back in the theatre room only to be surprised by a message showing up on the screen. It was a graphic and disturbing violence warning. Something that they were surprised had not been shown before now that they knew that it could and would.
This alone now made them wonder, what was within this part that had called for such a message to be shown. Unfortunatly for them there was only one way for the group to find out. It would however not be pleasant.
Chapter 8: Demon
Anna's memories were a blur and total darkness like her mind was drowning underwater.
"It would appear that we are following this anna woman" said Salem with interest. She was the one that was reading this time. The fact that they were following the captured woman made many uneasy. What were they going to witness happen to her?
This made them understand the reason for the warning. Summer understanding too well pulled her girls in tight with some of the trainees holding onto their friends as a form of shield against what was to come.
The only constant in her mind was the death of the Huntsmen, and every time she saw it bile threatened to rise up her throat. A person should not have died in such a gruesome way. No one deserved that kind of death.
There were some bits and pieces that came to Anna's memory, but it was like trying to look through a small, dirty window. Any sounds she heard were diluted to muffled mutterings in the distance. But for those small seconds of consciousness, Anna could not forget the inexplicable pain her body was wracked with. Pain that made her consciousness flee from the living world in a way to free her from the torture.
At this raven spoke up to the disgust of Yang.
"It appears that her mind is close to breaking," said the bandit queen to those within the room.
"The horrors and shock of everything that has happened to her so far has caused her mind to try to protect itself by retreating inwards." The trainees did not even want to know how the woman knew such things and just nodded in acceptance of the information.
Finally, Anna felt her consciousness resurface to the real world, but there was no retreat the next second. As her senses returned, Anna first felt the sensation of her tired body being held roughly by her limbs. It soon became clearer to the bite of chains on her wrists and the uncomfortable feeling of dirt on her body. Then came the dryness in her throat and the lack of anything in her stomach that she wanted to heave.
Following her touch was her hearing, and from it emerged the sounds of all sorts of activity. Anna heard the drumming beat of marching boots and calls of men from whatever distance. But then came the screams. Bloodcurdling screams going shrill everywhere that left no imagination to horrific torture brought on the sources. They were accompanied by wicked laughter from what Anna can identify as the pale women with those vicious smiles promising only pain. When her sense of smell came to, Anna actually started heaving from the heavy scent of shit, piss, blood, and all that was between. In fact, blood was practically suffused in the air like mist.
This description caused grimaces from those within the room. Such things were not something that any of them enjoyed. Even Salem found such things as unsavoury, she also understood the utility so she usually had someone do such things for her.
"Look at that, the woman monkey is finally coming to." Spoke a sensual voice of those of pale, psychopathic women, her tone making sure to not hide to cackle over Anna's pain.
"Time to get the show on." Anna recognized that voice as the leader that killed the Huntsman.
Little by little, her vision was being restored as Anna's eyelids regained strength to lift themselves. The veil of darkness was pulled away, and the first thing she saw was those horrid purple and crimson eyes of Allisara staring back at her with a sickening grin. Anna could not stop herself from jumping in terror and would have leaped back if it weren't for the slack of chains yanking her back in place. She looked either side of herself to see iron bands that had steel teeth biting into her wrists to draw blood whilst connected to barbed chain from sick sadists fantasy.
Anna did not know yet, but there was a third iron band acting as a collar around her neck. This however was not spiked nor tightened to the choking point. It was a debate on Allisara's part how she wanted to string this woman up for her entertainment. Would she have Anna being slowly choking on her own blood, or listen to her sweet screams of pain and despair? Allisara in the end chose the latter as a memento to sleep tonight, and if it gets good invite Seras to bed.
Ruby was confused. She liked the idea of having someone to love and care for her. She liked the idea of being so strong and confident. They were things that she had enough trouble with at the moment. The issues she was having was that her other was doing such things to innocents. She had always help an innocent and rose filled view of the world. Now however all of her thoughts of such topics were being destroyed by none other than herself.
She had no idea how to feel about this. As if she hated the girl she would be hating herself as she desired to have what that girl had, fame, strength and love. Did this mean that she was a bad person?
Summer seeing her daughters distraught look pulled her close. She knew this would be hard upon her youngest. As it is a version of herself doing these things.
The ground was not the fresh green that she knew all of her life, replaced by grey gravel that scuffed her knees. The sky was covered in dark grey clouds obscuring the full light of day, but there was more than enough for Anna to see the mighty high walls of black iron rising in the distance. Farther still to her amazement were the conglomerate of towers tipped in dark purple flames from the ever-citadel of Khain's Foothold. All around Anna she could see lines of slaves shackled together while being constantly whipped to shredded meat by their sadistic Druchii masters. From wooden scaffolds, fresh and still-bleeding corpses hung above by hooks impaled through their shoulders and their faces etched into an eternal scream.
This place as Anna knew it was a home of misery for people like her, and sadistic pleasure for these murderers. In fact, a small voice in her head questioned if this was hell and they were demons that dragged her whole town down for their enjoyment.
"You..." Anna croaked out in terror, but if one strained their ears they could detect the potent venom in her words.
"I sense some bark in this monkey already." Purred Seras, her sudden appearance drawing a surprised look by Anna from her blonde hair.
"Well, Grandmother always did say humans can be as stubborn as the Dawi." Allisara replied while trailing a sharp digit down the left side of her prey's cheek, sending shivers down Anna's spine. "All the more fun to tear that spirit apart... piece by piece if necessary."
It took all of Anna's willpower as a mother to stop her shivering and give the most level stare down she could muster towards Allisara. If the Witch Princess was affected by it, she didn't show it as she turned around to focus her attention on a nearby table set up for her. Anna gulped in fear seeing the weapons Allisara started to inspect, each one more wicked in appearance and solely designed to inflict as much pain as possible.
"You know what I don't get about you monkeys." Allisara drawled, not even looking back at Anna. "You have such little, little lives, and yet you cling so much to that short speck of existence like it was your greatest treasure. I never hear the end of it. 'Please spare me!' or 'I don't want to die!' Always on and on like their lives have some sort of meaning, that their gods gave them life for a reason. You all die anyway."
Salem smirked at this. This girl was similar to herself in some ways. Ozpin was frowning at what the girl was saying. Whilst he knew that it was true that the gods did not really care about humans. If anything they only saw them as toys with which they played their games. It did not however mean that their was no meaning to their existance. If anything it made their existances more important.
This being due to the fact that all things had a freedom of choice. The choice to do almost anything with their lives. To make as much or as little during their time. The effect one persons action has could ripple causing a drastic effect further down the line. So no he was not happy with what the girl was saying.
Winter has been taking notes of what the girl said, what her motivations might be, her goals. To do so they needed to under stand the girls mindset. It was a difficult task as she was needing to note it all down on her scroll, compile it and then she had to creat a report at the end of the day. So far they had nothing that could be used without context that their alternatives just do not have. Context that would be un usable due to possible changes if these beings came to remnant. No it was not an easy task.
The student hunters knew that the gods existed. It had been explained to them in the beginning of this exercise as necessary knowledge. However the fact that the girl knew about gods to such detail whilst those on remnant knew nothing was unsettling and the fact that due to her knowledge it seemed to aid her in striking psychologically at those around her with great efficiency.
Finally, Allisara turned back around and Anna wished it stayed that way. Every pore of her body wanted to shrink away from those eyes that were so wrong. Even if Allisara were to wear the smile of a maiden, those eyes can never hide the evil in them.
"Let me tell you a secret, monkey." Allisara said, walking around the chained human with her hand clasped on her back. "One of the only truths about your lives. Whatever gods you pray to, gods that you endlessly thank and wish and praise like perfect servants - as if you matter to them. Truth is - you don't matter to the gods. You never do. All of your praises are worthless to them, a sort of entertainment in their game upon the world. Because in the end, all that you are is food."
Anna didn't think of herself as a religious person. She wasn't exactly an atheist, but she thought working in her town and caring for her family took up precedent than putting faith in another being. Yet the way Allisara spoke, how each word seared right to her soul until finishing with that one sentence that chilled Anna to her very core.
"Wh... What are you going t-to do to me?" Anna said, her voice hoarse. "If you want me to scream for mercy while carving me up, you should look elsewhere."
Seras tittered from the sidelines. "The monkey thinks she has claws."
Allisara smiled in return and turned back to fully face Anna. "Trust me, I do love a good flaying of a human. You have no idea how well a human rug can go on the market. But for you, I have something special for you. Something that is, shall we say, a more precise manner in your despair. It's not every day that I get to play with a mother - just a jumble of 'willpower' to shatter and all those emotions to untie and pull apart. And above all else, I most enjoy making those who cling to life they so adore begging for the sweet cold relief of death."
Allisara raised her left hand that surrounded itself in a neon purple aura and two of her fingers gave a twitch as if gesturing for one to come closer. Instead of a person, it was an entire wooden post of two wood beams built in an 'X', the very same thing that Anna was held onto. It took a second for the woman to realize that Allisara was displaying telekinesis, a rather uncommon ability among Semblances. Yet it boggled the human's mind further how Allisara could do this when she already showed power in projecting those blades of energy. Did she have two Semblances, or... were these powers even Semblances at all? The latter part of Anna's question added another pit of fear within her.
Her mind was stopped to a halt when with another flick of Allisara's fingers the wooden post was turned around to reveal who was chained there. To her limitless horror, it was her own son John and her heart felt like it was crumbling to rotting pieces by the numerous injuries on his person.
A gasp went around the room. What appeared to be happening was surely not what they thought. She would not do such a thing, would she? The horrifying thing though was that raven and salem were taking notes. On what they did not want to know.
The boy was bruised purple and muddled with dirt more than there was clear skin. Multiple gashes marked the sides near his ribs in ugly dark red slashes as if the blood was just starting to coagulate, and fresh cuts still bled from his stomach, legs, and chest staining what was left of his clothes in bright red.
"My baby..." Anna muttered in horror.
With her mind in such turmoil at the sight of her defiled son, she didn't know when she started screaming. Her shrill cry joined the many agonized screeches of her fellow victims. It wasn't until her body forced itself to stop to refill her lungs did Anna realize her own action and just barely stop herself. Not once did her eyes leave her boy hanging there like a limp doll on chains.
At this came a groan from the general. He hated when he had to admit that what he considered to be his enemy were doing this that were highly effective. True in atlas their were laws against such things but it did not mean that one family member could not be played against another. It was an extremely useful technique. The fact that this race seemed to have little to no moral qualms about such things only made it easier for the girl to manipulate them.
"A mother's love must be a wonderful thing." Allisara spoke as she kneeled down and cupped John's face in her right hand. "Don't you think so, little boy? To be so blessed to have a parent with such devotion and love for you, even above her own life. It truly intrigues me since I've never had a mother."
Summer flinched in pain at this. She knew that the chances of her little girl knowing about her were slim to none, but to think that her only female influence growing up was her grandmother. No woman who would give her unconditional love as a mother should. No.
This saddened Summer. She knew about the sacrifice her other had made, the fight she had put up to protect the girl. To think that after all of that she had been forgotten. Silent tears fell from her eyes at this revelation. A Painful revelation.
While the sadism in Allisara's tone was still the same, there was a noticeable bitterness added on the more she spoke. The smile of the dark elf's face shakily faltered into a vicious snarl that could make any Grimm tame in comparison. Seras, unlike her usual murder-happy psychopathic mood, actually gave Allisara a worried look seeing the flux in her master's emotions. With such emotions running rampant, the Chaos magic within her body went rampant on her body like a red flickering flame travelling her pale flesh and was starting to mutate her left arm into a more demonic version. Anna was not able to notice it, too busy with her mind in a whirling storm of worry for her son.
Fortunately, Allisara pulled herself back with a deep inhale through her nostrils. The Chaos magic was forced under control and the mutations reverted back to normal Druchii flesh. None of the bitterness was present on her face had returned to her sadistic persona.
Ozpin knew an opening when he saw one. The possibility of an in to the girl, to possibly turn her against the invaders. She had family in remnant her father and sister. Unfortunately he was not sure how his alternate would get close enough to inform her of such nor even if it was possible for the other to discover that in.
"Well then, don't keep your mother waiting." Allisara coaxed in a mockingly sweet tone while in contrast giving a harsh slap across John's face hard enough to leave another bruise on his cheek. "Rise and shine, little monkey. Your mother is here for you."
A low groan escaped the boy's lips, and the pain in it made Anna jar at her chains in some vain attempt to rush to her son's side. Swollen, bruised eyelids barely opened to reveal eyes veined red to the world. Tears ran down Anna's eyes seeing the clear suffering in John's eyes, which only slightly alleviated seeing his mother across from him.
"...Mommy?" Rasped John, his voice so meek, weak, and wheezy it left no question as to how much pain the boy was still in. "Everything... Everything hurts."
"I-I'm right here, sweety." Anna replied, trying her best to appear strong while holding down despairing whimpers. "Mommy's here. It's g-going to be okay. Do you hear me? Everything is going to be fine."
Allisara's cruel chuckle cut in like a knife as she walked between her captives. "My, my, how cruel could you possibly be? To lie to your own child, that everything will be fine - that there is a bright future for you? Poor, poor, monkey. The only bliss waiting for you is death."
Ruby was horrified at what was happening. How could she do such things to people? To a parent and a child? It was cruel, disgusting. She did not even know how to describe it. It was easy to see that the innocent and naïve version of ruby was being shocked out of her previous childish personality by seeing what she could have become.
She backed away out of Anna's peripheral vision, but her attention was then turned to Seras who pulled out a wicked dagger. Like any Druchii weapon, its design was solely for the purpose of causing pain and it was coming closer to the chained human boy. Before Anna could let out a plead, John was already screaming as Seras slid the blade slowly over his exposed flesh. The wicked steel of the dagger sliced through like soft butter, letting blood flow free in its wake. Fresh tears joined them as they dropped from his face.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop!" Anna begged while her arms flailed against the confines of her own chains. "Please let my John go. He's just a boy. Please stop hurting my boy!"
Seras did not stop nor did Allisara give the order to do so. Anna's pleads were mere whistling wind to their ears. More and more did Seras continue to run the wicked blade across John's flesh like a freshly inspired artist, trailing it in patterns of swirls and circles. Soon, the remains of John's shirt fell to the ground leaving his small upper body fully exposed to the elements. A pool of the boy's own blood was already present below, adding to the air's already thick iron scent from other victims. Meanwhile, Anna was going rabid in some vain way to break through these chains and stop her son's suffering but was only managing to chafe her wrists so badly that the skin was done away with and the metal was biting into soft tissue and muscle.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Screamed John, as his pleading falls unheard to his torturer. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! I don't - Please stop it! Please stop hurting me! Aaaaaaaaugh!"
The childs cries were bringing tears to the eyes of those in the room. The horror of the actions and the disgust of the why was making some queezy. So it was of no surprise that they had to stop for people to return from the toilets after releasing what they had eaten that morning.
It was too much for Anna's mind to take. At once, her arms went still and slack on her chains to serve as her only support. She knew what these monsters wanted from her, and in some way, she was already giving in. Death was far more preferable than this.
"Kill me!" Anna screeched, finally getting a glance from Allisara. "Please kill me! Do whatever want to me! Just, please! Please let my boy go! Don't hurt him anymore!"
As soon as her words escaped her throat, the knife was pulled far away from John's flesh, leaving him a limp, whimpering mess. Seras backtracked away as if her role in this "play" was over and Allisara walked back to the scene. Anna didn't need to look up to know the Witch Princess was sporting a wide smug smile on her face.
"Is this not your purpose?" Allisara monologed. "Your entire reason of life is to be tools of flesh and blood. To fully give in to those fleeting short lives you hold so dearly. Your lives mean nothing. You are nothing. So why be afraid of death anyway? To you monkeys, death is your greatest companion."
"Then get it over with." Anna exclaimed. "Just, please. Please, let my boy go."
"Fine, then." Allisara replied,
In the room there was a shocked silence. They did not think that she would actually agree. From everything that they had seen suggested her doing the exact opposite. The growing feeling of dread that they were all feeling was not helping matters though
walking to John as her left hand fished for something in her back. "The boy shall be released. Indeed, he will have the most bliss of freedoms."
Suddenly, Allisara's body moved faster than Anna's eyes could track. There was the squish of rendered flesh, the crunch of bone, and splattering blood. Before she knew it, Anna's eyes widened upon the nightmarish sight of Allisara having stabbed her whole hand into John. The boy was awfully still for a moment until his head lurched forward violently to cough out mouthfuls of his own blood threatening to choke him. From within his chest cavity, Allisara had crushed the boy's heart into a mess of red meat and placed something else in its place.
The boy's entire visage started to wither as if the hunger of time sped up. His skin once youthful quickly wrinkled till they were hanging upon brittle bones. Muscles have been rotted away, and John's hair fell on his face to leave him bald. Eventually, his skin upon his face sagged and then turned to dust to the wind and the skin greyed to that of a dead body. Soon, there was not a boy any longer and in its place was a decayed, dry corpse as if the dead had been left there for time immemorial.
Anna herself could not even scream. Her mind so tormented by the scene of her son literally withering away to dust had done a fatal blow on her sanity. Whimpering moans and groans were the only things leaving her lips. Allisara on the other hand wrenched her arm out of the corpse's chest cavity with a sickening crack, revealing the shriveled innards that were once organs. In her hand was a dark crystal that was giving a soft hum. If one pressed their ear closer to the crystal, they would discover those hums to be whispers of a certain deceased boy.
Salem smiled in appreciation of what was going on as she had pieced it together. "Soul magic" she said getting stares from the others and a look of horror and understanding from ozpin. The headmaster having realised what had happened and was horrified by it.
"Do not despair for your little monkey." Allisara said, taking the crystal in her hands and attaching it to a necklace of thick chains. "As a mother, you should be thankful for his death. He is free while you... you will remain to be our toy. Only in death shall your chains ever be freed from us, and even then you have the viciousness of hungry gods waiting to consume your soul."
There was no more reaction from the former mother. Her mind had retreated in order to preserve itself from her already unstable sanity from all the events that have plagued her. From the razing of her village to the killing of the people she grew up to the death of her son right before her eyes. She didn't make any reaction whatsoever even as Allisara approached her with the newly created chain necklace held before her.
"But don't you worry." Allisara spoke in false sweetness. "You won't be so alone. You'll have the rest of your monkeys to serve your natural betters.
Allisara then leaned down to put the necklace of chains around Anna's neck. Her face finally showed some life when her ears picked up the 'hum' of the crystal attached to it. The Witch Princess gingerly smiled, cupping the dark crystal and holding it closer to Anna's left ear.
"Go on and have a good hear." Allisara said. "You'll find someone calling out for you."
Despite whatever little sense within Anna screamed at her to ignore this monster, her head leaned towards the crystal to hear its hum. Only when her ear was pressed to the crystal itself did she hear the voice. A voice so soft the words were almost inaudible and the tone almost indiscernible. Yet she heard it nonetheless, the one word called from a voice she knew best.
"Mommy..."
The trainees were horrified by this. Tears were streaming down their faces. None of them thought anyone could do something so horrible. They had just been proven fact that it was a version of ruby, the kindest and most innocent amongst them made it clear that any one of them had the potential to do such things if things happened a correct way. It was a scary idea to them all.
That was... her boy's voice. Why... why is she hearing her baby boy's voice from this crystal!? But she just watched John wither away into nothing right in front of her. How was this possible!? An illusion or... did these monsters somehow trap her son's voice in this thing!?
Her boy's voice was so unmistakable and so unmistakably scared. It was the kind of voice her son would make when he would find himself lost in the forest at night. She could not even imagine what sort of terrible loneliness her son must feel within that vessel as a formless spirit, unable to move on or interact with the word. Then did it click in Anna's head was that this was her boy's fate to be imprisoned like this for all eternity.
"Haa..."
It was such a low sound that escaped Anna's lips one could mistake it for the wind. Allisara heard it all too well, and her smile stretched knowing it as the sign of her victory. Anna's will finally falling apart can be seen in her eyes.
"Ha... Haa... Ha-ha..."
Her voice came out louder this time, enough to be identified as a person's voice. Allisara identified both as a groan of emotional agony and the infantile laughter of a broken mind. The Witch Princess was only watching the human mother see in which way her suffering will take its form.
"Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
To Allisara's amusement, Anna's suffering had taken the turn with the breaking of her mind and spirit. Without them intact, that left her drowning in the throes of insanity. Her groans gave way into maniacal laughter, and her eyes widened that the sockets visibly strained to keep them from popping out. The laughter was harming her already strained lungs that were damaged from many injuries both internal and external - as to be expected from being in Druchii custody. No doubt she was worsening her already cracked ribs with her endless maniacal laughter of a broken woman, but in no way could she stop because of the bout of insanity. It was all simply too much for the human women to ever recover.
Yet, there was some remnant of the tortured woman. Those wide, insane eyes managed to focus from their aimless gaze and lock onto Allisara, the source of Anna's torment. Allisara rose a curious brow noticing a burning fury persisting in the storm of madness that has taken Anna's mind and soul.
"YOU!" Anna screamed intense enough to curdle blood. "YOU'RE NOT A MONSTER! NO, YOU'RE WORSE! YOU'RE A DEMON! A DEMON THAT THE GODS SHALL SMITE YOU DOWN FOR YOUR TREACHERY! YOU WON'T EVER WIN! THE WORLD WON'T LET YOU!"
Shortly after, Anna lost any cognitive function for speech and was raving like a wild animal. But for all of her enraged words intense enough to cower a veteran Huntsman, all it did was bring a wicked smile to the faces of Allisara and Seras. Then those smiles turned into giggles to then full-blown maniacal laughter that gave Anna pause. It was like the Druchii were treated to a very clever joke instead of being remotely affected in any negative way by the human.
The image of the girl leaning towards the now broken woman was not a comforting sight. The fact that both of the girls shown found the tirade amusing spoke volumes of their mindset. none of it was pleasant.
"Ah... Oh, how cute." Allisara cooed after calming down and then kneeled down. "But for once, that little primitive organ you call a brain managed to be correct about me. I am not a monster, but neither am I a demon. We are far worse. We are Druchii. We are your natural superiors. You monkeys' entire purpose is to be bags of living flesh to serve the Druchii and be dominated under my rule over this whole world."
Each word was spoken with such arrogant certainty it was like a knife stabbing at her heart. When Allisara finally let go of her chin, Anna only felt hollow relief. Only now did it settle in her mind. At that moment, Anna had died. Even as her heart still beat and blood was still pumping through her veins, there was no discernible way that she was alive any more. As of this moment, she was only meat for the Druchii.
Her last thoughts were as such. 'We're all doomed.'
a terrifying silence filled the room. The reality of the situation of what was happening in that alternate finally sinking in fully and the terror of it finally hit. No this was not going to be a pleasant situation.
(Later; Allisara's Personal Quarters)
'WHAT A FUCKING RUSH!'
That and similar thoughts cackled in Allisara's head as she replayed the torture of her latest victim over and over in her head. By Khaine, it was exhilarating to witness that human mother's spirit withering away into madness. The proverbial icing on the cake was that she will be made a servant with specific orders that she cannot die. The monkey will not even have the sweet release of death.
Moving on from the inner machinations of her mind, Allisara's body in the real world was busy roughly feeling up the body of Seras. The blonde Death Hag was doing the same while their lips were locked in feral kisses, only momentarily separating to draw breath. It was almost violent in how they clawed away at loose clothing in order to expose more skin and soft flesh to prod and grope at. Meanwhile, their bodies moved on autopilot through the halls of Allisara's abode till the Witch Princess kicked open the door into her personal bed chambers.
Once the heated duo entered, Allisara gave a half-second pause to glance down Seras's body. She almost snarled that throughout all of her ministrations that she somehow managed to miss Seras's bra. In a lightning-quick motion, Allisara ripped it off and allowed Seras's impressive breasts free to the open air. That didn't last long when Allisara bent down to the pair of mammaries latching her mouth over the nipples. Not to suckle but rather bite down on the soft pale flesh just hard enough to barely not pierce the skin and leave a red hickey. She planned to leave a lot more, making her best friend give growling moans of pleasure from the sharp pain.
Ruby was bright red at this. Her other was nothing like her in this regard. Ruby was innocent and shy, having a hard time talking to others that she did not know. She had never been in a relationship and had never actually even thought about such things. Her alternate however took what she wanted. She was not ashamed to claim what she considered to be hers. She was assertive, confident and dominating.
Ruby was to be honest shocked at the stark differences between the two of them. It was almost as if they were night and day. This then brought up the thought of what would she be like if her father had taught her more like allisara was. Would she be closer to herself or allisara? She was not sure if she wanted the answer.
At the same time, Allisara gave a small burst of her magic and the segments of her armor flew off to settle wherever in the massive bed-chamber. The normal articles of clothing were soon clawed away by Seras till her leader's upper body was as bare as herself. Her right hand went to the small of Allisara's back and racked at it as if to tear away the flesh while her left hand busied at kneading Allisara's breasts to deliver jolts of pleasure herself thus lower her own 'defenses' for Seras to take the lead.
Allisara certainly did feel the pleasure shooting through the body from foreign hands kneading at her own breasts and raking at her skin. She arched her neck to stifle down a moan for any sound as such would be taken as a defeat for her and a victory for Seras in this 'battle' of wills. The move was a crude mistake on Allisara's part when Seras moved her head forward to bite down at the soft part of Ruby's neck, near the collarbone. A high-pitched gasp escaped Allisara's throat, and she could feel the smirk Seras was making.
'This will not stand.' Allisara thought vehemently as her left eye shone a bright red.
Her arms suddenly snaked underneath Seras's armpits and joined at her lower back. The nearly naked Death Hag gave an expression of confusion but was too late to see the wicked gleam in Allisara's eyes. In a show of her strength, Allisara trusted around on her heel with Seras in tow and tossed the Death Hag onto the large bed in one smooth motion. Seras was not given the chance when Allisara literally pounced on top of her, and the impact of her weight forced air out of Seras's lungs in the form of a gasp. There was an added moan as she felt her breasts being pressed against Allisara's own bare chest of similar size.
Before Seras could scramble her arms upon the body of her mistress, Allisara was already on the assault. Her mouth cut off of air as another pair of lips latched on in hungry kisses practically sucking the breath out of the blonde. Foreign hands were clawing at Seras's exposed flesh eliciting jolts of painful pleasure till one hand roughly groped at her breasts like they were dough. When Allisara broke the kiss, Seras could only release moans as the Witch Princess planted bites that felt like needles pressing down on her skin so forcefully only to stop before piercing her skin. Such pain that should leave literal bites of flesh behind yet not drove Seras's mind into a haze from the confounding sensation.
But this was nothing new to Seras; the two have played this game of the pleasured flesh many times before. It was always wild as it was always a competition to become dominant in the game while watching the other writhe in pleasure from their own ministrations. Through the pleasure assaulting her body and mind, Seras managed to get her arms up to claw at Allisara's back hard enough to leave welts. It managed to make Allisara pause in her motions to let out a hiss, and Seras was internally smug knowing it was from pleasure rather than pain.
But she couldn't waste time in gloating as Seras then motioned her hands down Allisara's back. Soon she had reached to her mistress's strong lower back and her fingers made contact with the final piece of garment that covered Allisara's lower body. Her focus was solely to get that piece of clothing off and get at Allisara's arse and her much more sensitive areas. Victory would be assured to Seras, and she craved so that she was able to resist Allisara's ministrations for the moment. All she needed to do was get those bloody pants off and-
Suddenly, Seras found her forearms in a tight grip that could only belong to Allisara. The Death Hag cursed herself for her focus that she didn't pay attention to when Allisara's hands strayed matter how much she resisted, Seras could not stop it as her arms were at her sides and held down firmly into the cushioned mattress. Seras curled her lips feeling the futility in lifting her arms and with the fact she was the one below meant certain defeat. She did the best she could and steeled herself for the near violation on her body of bites, clawing, and licks or even the feel of foreign digits diving roughly into her most sacred place that would bring about constant orgasms born from the duo's wrongful play.
Yet none of that came and instead Seras felt a hard stare on her body. She looked up towards the looming shadow that was Allisara pinning her down. Her eyes locked onto the intense, mismatched pair of the Witch Princess that was staring directly at her eyes. Not her body, not her soft flesh, not her golden blonde hair - not even her bountiful chest to make a man swoon if she didn't kill them in the first second. No, Allisara's stare was only at her eyes, and Seras was stumped at the sheer lack of evil or malice that always glowed in her eyes. Even the lust that shined in her eyes gleefully upon Seras's form was gone. The look they gave this time was more benign if Seras can put it that way; as if Allisara were looking upon Seras in a new light that conveyed emotions deeper than lust.
There was a new and kind of light, so small none can see it unless you were a breath away as Seras is. It boggled Seras seeing a look that dare she say was affectionate. The closest she could ever compare was when Allisara talked about making her father proud like it was her whole life's work. All of the evil and malice for a small moment was dimming away to something else that was not something Seras ever imagined Allisara to make.
It was so light - so warm - that Seras didn't notice the slowly approaching hand until it came directly into her vision. Her previous smug smirk momentarily broke into a flinch expecting some sort of harsh punishment that Allisara was saving for her. Questions were already arising how she failed her general and mistress that could have lead Allisara to fool Seras until now. But no blow came and to the shock of Seras the band settled gently on the blonde Druchii's left cheek.
It was such a nice feeling that it threw Seras's mind further into a whirl of confusion. She was barely to hear the soft words Allisara spoke more to herself than towards Seras.
"You've always been with me since I was a child." Allisara muttered wistfully, as if she were coming to a sudden enlightenment.
Allisara's hand then trailed up to settle in Seras'a golden locks. To the Death Hag's shock, her mistress started to caress like it was made out of the most flimsy of silks. This was unbelievable; whenever Allisara got her hands on Seras's hair in their private times it was too mashed rough yanks. Possibly pull out a few strands to distract Seras with the pain. Never did her mistress caress her hair. Yet it would be a lie to say that it wasn't enjoyable.
"Always loyal to me." Allisara continued, and Seras found their hands intertwined. "Always by my side. Will you always be by my side for the countless millennia of our conquests?"
She didn't know why she spoke in return. By all rights, Seras should not have even spoken at all. But there was a mesmerizing aura about Allisara in that moment, and the new look in her eyes captivated something more than the joy of murder in the Death Hag.
"Yes."
And then Allisara's eyes closed to their greatest hues, almost like they were going to brighten the whole room, before she attacked with smothering kisses taking Seras's lips. They were rough and forceful like before, but Seras noticed a difference to then. There was more than lust in them; there was passion and hunger Seras never knew existed. Each kiss seem to want all of Seras to her very soul.
"Mine." Growled Allisara. "You're all mine. Only mine! No one else can have like I do. No one else can kiss and defile you like I do. No one can even touch you except me. You only belong to me!"
Seras understood perfectly, but she couldn't convey it in words. Her body was already melting to the pleasure brought on by Allisara's ministrations and one stray hand having snuck under her own undergarments. It was basically Seras's loss, and soon the duo devolved into their feral festivity clawing at each other's bodies to bring the other to the height of pleasure.
But if there was one thing Seras found odd that night was the strange small sliver glow from the corner of Allisara's eyes.
A gasp broke out in the room from summer. There was still a part of the light within her daughter. Unfortunatly the y had no idea how much and what effect it would have on the girl. For now however summer contented herself knowing that her daughter had found someone she could love and would be loyal to her. That in summers book was a positive.