Rosario to vampire Time, Place, Destiny! Chapter 19 Waiting for death part 1!
Before we get started I would like to extend a special word of thanks to Alhazad2003 for allowing me to use a portion from one of her chapters of her story Rosario to Vampire Baddest Blood. Her discriptions of the succubi realm and their leader were just what I needed for this chapter. Thank you very much. "Bows in apprication."
Also: Pulchritude means, great physical beauty and appeal.
"Gatling gun with rubber bullets, check, flash grenades, check, youki disrupters, check. M-80's, check, dry ice, check. Twenty stolen military grade U.S AH-64D Apache war choppers, and last but not least…my small compact complete with all my makeup, check. I am ready to go…." The lady in green muttered as she checked her supplies to her satisfaction as the lead chopper prepared to take off.
"Are you sure you got authorization for this?" An ogre muttered as he struggled to keep his human form as he piloted the lead Apache chopper up into the air from the new The Home office of Fairy Tale now located in Japan. It was soon fallowed by the other nineteen who also took off fallowing the lead chopper.
The woman in green glared at the ogre as if he had just said something stupid!
"No...I just felt like stealing a few of our companies stolen military choppers and taking twenty of them out for a spin around Tokeyo...I was thinking of doing a fly by and buzzing The Prime ministers window making him spill his hot coffie all over himself." The lady in green said sweetly as she batted her green eyes.
The ogre gave her as confused look as Reaper or the lady in green then snarled at him as she grabbed his hair and yanked out a large comp of it from his head hearing him scream in pain only to have her yank his earphones off his head as she yelled into his ear.
"Yes! Yes I have authorization you pea brain! Besides I will be doing all the dangerous stuff alright…So just shut up and fly the chopper!" The lady in green snapped as she screamed at her stupid unwilling traveling companion as she smacked the ogre upside the back of his head. He fell forward against the control stick of the chopper sending it into a dive for the ground. The lady in the lime green dress quickly pulled up on the other control stick in the set next to her pulling the chopper out of the dive and leaveling it out in the air once more getting it back at the front of the in line wtih the other choppers.
"Watch your driving you moron! Do you want to crash and kill us! Get your head out of your ass and start thinking you pathetic ingrate!" The lady in green screamed into his ear as she slammed her fist into the top of his head. The ogre groaned as he struggled to ignore the pain rushing through his head as he continued to fly the chopper.
Slowly but surely the choppers made its way over to the deep forests on the southernmost part of the Japanese peninsula. Inside of which was the village of the succubi, legendary demons of temptation and carnal desires. Their village concealed from human eyes by their protective barrier, the carnal demons of lust existed relatively peacefully for many centuries, ever since they migrated from the far west after The Order of Light had hunted them down to near extention.
The chooper then broke through the barrier that surrounded the village that protected that realm of the seductive succubi. The choppers began to fly over houses and other tall buildings making its way to the heart of the succubi nation.
Set near the far edge of the village was the ruling structure of the succubi, which they aptly named the Palace of Pulchritude. A single tower rose up like a shinning pearl against the heavens, a towering symbol of everything that the succubi stood for. It was comprised of a single tower with several massive smaller glass mirrors all over various side of it. Which looked liked, a human once remarked like the thorns one would find on a rose.
The mirrors would rotate and would follow the sun and track it collecting its light using it for energy. At the top of the tower a massive opening on top of the building opened up as several mechanical arms deployed a thick velvety red curtain outwards extending around the outside of the top of the building. The velvety red curtain acted as a conduit to further absorb the suns rays using them for power. If a person were to look at the red curtain as it would be deployed every sun rise it would look like a rose slowly blooming before their very eyes. As when it was being retracted in the evening an observing human once said that it looked like a rose closing its petals.
It was a foreign structure, first built when the succubi first inhabited the land. Though not nearly as grandiose as many of the more impressive abodes in which dwelt the mighty vampires, it nonetheless denoted a certifiable majesty and splendor that reflected the physical beauty that to which all succubi prided themselves.
The lady in green gazed downward and saw that the entrance to the palace was flanked by two guards. Both blue haired succubi each had long halberds in their hands. Their armor consisted of a single breastplate with two rounded pauldrons, a dubious-looking lower guard that looked more like a bikini bottom, vambraces on their high-heeled boots, long velvet gloves that did little to protect their arms, and a black headband with a rose decoration on the center. They hardly looked like serious warriors, but with the barrier around their village, there was little cause for alarm. However, their presence was still necessary, as they knew from experience the folly of relaxing one's guard too much.
Deep within the palace was the throne room where dwelt the temptress's ruler. The chamber leading to the throne room was vast, with various statues of different beautifully naked succubi wings and claws outstretched each one carved in a different sexual pose that showed off their true nature. Every one of them was smiling alluringly as if trying to seduce the inhabitants within. As well as a single arm or sometimes arms outstretched in seductive, come hither gestures as they lined the soft red velvet carpet that led to the double doors which, when opened would then lead to the throne room.
The throne sat upon a somewhat high dais. Above the throne hung a great crest, which was comprised of a fully-bloomed red rose. Behind the dais was a large wading pool, containing crystal-clear water. The water was poured into the pool by several statues of naked succubui in various strongly seductive sexual possess each one holding a jar or jars on their shoulders or in their outstretched hands or wings that distributed water into surrounded the pool. Also a few even spouted water from their mouths and, sometimes, as a added twist from between their shapely spread legs into the wading pool as well.
The soothing sound of falling water from the huge jars on the statue's shoulders or hands never ceased.
Upon the throne was a succubus who used to be the embodiment of feminine beauty. In the days of her youth she had once had a seemingly flawless hourglass figure, now it was old and haggard with the cruelty of the power of the virus that now ravaged her body. She was clad in a rich velvet gown, which clung to every inch of her horrible ugly form, that she once remembered used to be quite voluptuous for any man to see.
Her dress had a very high slit up the side, enough to completely expose her once luscious legs, which were now thin pale, withered, as thousands of purple liver spots covered her twisted skin. Her once beautiful wings lay limp and useless from her back, as well as her one beautiful tail lay limp, twisted, broken and useless from her tail bone. Her once long seductively slender legs now were twisted crushed and broken. Just as her disgusting flesh even now barely covered her bones as the once glorious leader, who was once considered to be the most beautiful of her people, now barely managing to get the energy to cross in her pale bony legs that looked like they belonged on a corpse one over the other.
Her once well-rounded posterior lay, flat, covered with boils and open sores as she struggled to sit comfortably upon the cushioned seat of the throne. Across her shoulders and withered and now flat chest was a lavender cloak, bound in the front by a crystalline rose brooch. Her once smooth beautiful, flawless heart-shaped face was now covered with boils and sores as tight pale skin showed off the bones that made up the skull of her face.
A withered left hand, clad in a fine silk glove that exposed her once long beautiful fingers, which were now nothing more than bony pale imitations of their former glory as her hand struggled to support their masters' head. A wealth of indigo hair that used to cascade down her face, beneath her butt and down to her knees now lay in piles on the throne as it even now fell from her head in clumps its roots dying and falling out.
Across her forehead was an exquisite gold and diamond tiara. A brilliant ruby served as the centerpiece of the ornament. On the sides of the tiara were small batlike wings. The succubi queen was in the middle of an afternoon nap. Those who didn't know her would've quickly denounced her behavior as irresponsible. However, the queen knew exactly what occurred within her village. Moreover, in her dreams she was able to reach out to her children abroad.
Even now she could feel that two of her darling children were coming home to a place that would soon reek with the stench of death.
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