The next couple of months are dreadfully busy.

The Road to the North is finally completed, and with the knights guarding it, a flow of goods come into the Duchy. Your exports of fresh grain and foodstuffs, owing partially to the great amount of land you hold and the new settlements that popped up along the wildlands due to said road, all culminate in a huge explosion of wealth. Not just in your city, but in Al'Somayeh too. The increased economic flow helps everyone.

This angers many; the port cities to the south are frustrated at the stemming of trade that occurs now that it's faster to move goods over land, and several minor lords are worried that you are growing too powerful as a young regent. They send bandits and miscreants to harass the roads, but thankfully your late husband's Knights Voratum have taken to protecting the new expansion of the duchy. The glory-seeking Knights love the constant battle against your enemies, leaving the defence of your home to the newly created Knights Valkyrion.


Love is a funny thing.

Sure, you had crushes on boys, a few minor kisses from now and then, but it wasn't until your teens that you felt true, unashamed love.

Anastasia.

The daughter of an Earl, Anastasia was everything you strived to be. Powerful confident. Beautiful. Some found her eerie, perfect to the point of madness, but not to you. You stayed with her, grew to know her, to like her, to follow her. To love her.

She showed you that hard work had results, that by seeking perfection, she could achieve perfection. And you watched as one of her Valkyries as she grew into a sexy, powerful young woman that made your heart tingle every time you saw her. The dashing looks like those of a porcelain doll, her powerful body... Even her magic, the warm glow of light she emitted everywhere, made you feel better.

Like you were someone more than just a daughter of a baron. You were... one of the Valkyries.

Oh, the boys had no shortage of names for you. They called you 'haremettes', but the truth was so much more than that. It was an implicit understanding, a philosophy. All of you improved yourself so that you didn't diminish her light, so that you could stand with her without feeling as if you were diminishing the radiance that poured from her.

She didn't even notice, the dense girl, how much everyone adored her. And for a time, you and your friends didn't understand how much she meant to all of you..

Until she left. Her marriage was a stark reminder to you all of the cruelties of the world. Your guiding light, the Anastasia that you strived to be with... gone, taken by some old noble to pop out a line of babies and serve as a housewife. The very thought of it makes you tremble still. That seething anger, that boiling disgust became the base of your magic.

She left, and with your guiding light gone, the Valkyries began to split apart, to vanish. You kept an ear to the courts, hearing of how her beauty grew yet further, the light you coveted being shared to so many who could not appreciate it. Beneath the docile face of a baron's daughter, your fury only grew and grew.

The years passed, Anastasia had a daughter, and your fears began to manifest. No longer would she be there to heal you from a goblin's wound, no longer would she slice apart her enemies with a blade, all while laughing like an innocent child. She'd forever remain away from your reach.

But that Anastasia of your youth, the guiding light you chased after, still remained. In your heart, if nothing else.

When your father urged for you to find a husband, you trained. When they introduced you to men and woman within the empire, you found them all... husks. Unworthy. They weren't what you were looking for. You had your sights set higher.

Every moment of every day, you trained. Eventually your father gave up on the schooling, for you had your target. You could only thank him as the tutors and etiquette instructors become fitness and weapon instructors instead. That passion in you burned, so hot you thought your heart would burst. Your hands bled, body breaking at times as you struggled to reach her, that ideal that you forced yourself into being. There were times that you cried, wondering what the point of it was, that Anastasia doesn't care, that she probably doesn't even know your name... but the image of your idol chased those thoughts away time and again as you refined your mind, body and soul

There is a threshold that limits what a mage can do. It keeps out the weak, the unworthy, but Anastasia could use two forms of magic by her teens. You, a grown woman, could surely do just as well. She guided you through it, the magic within you flaring with newfound purpose as you trained not only your mind, but your body, always chasing, always falling just short of the perfect goddess within your head no matter how hard you trained. Even as your power eclipsed that of your teachers, it simply wasn't enough. You were... unsatisfied.

That is until the Letter.

Dear Mia Dietrich

I hope this letter finds you well. It has been quite some time since the days we spent frolicking in our youth. Know that despite my silence, I think of our time together fondly. So much so that I have worked tirelessly to fulfil my, or rather our old dream.

The Knights Valkyrion, a new order lead by yours truly, is forming within the Duchy of Hesse. A simple tournament, with those who fight well being the backbone of our new forces.

Ah, but for my old friends, even if you cannot make the cut, if you have lost the will to fight and took a path of rulership, there are spaces for those with keen minds and sharp tongues.

I hope to see you there. I miss you all so very much.

Love,

Anastasia.

You cried that night, clutching the letter to your chest. She remembered you! Anastasia saw you as more than mere decoration, she cared enough to turn your silly childhood dream into a reality.

All those years of playing pretend, the Valkyries being the knights for the patron, the Valkyrie herself. Finally made real.

The day after, you packed your bags and left, spear in hand. You would join the Knights Valkyrion, or die trying.


Sol Invictus Grand Hotel was a sight for sore eyes. The strange architecture made the building stand out, even in the capital city. It was abuzz with attention, not only just because of the recent assassination attempt, but of the gathering of fighters there.

As you looked at the site of the Grand Tournament, your first thought was that for Cordelia Blumenthal, who's penchant for hot female knights was well known, this might as well have been a feast. Beautiful and strong women as far as the eye can see, and no shortage of men trying to woo them.

The entry was easy, no fee required, it was a test of strength, wit and guile. They even offered free food.

Some of the faces were familiar, girls you had seen once or twice during some of your childhood lessons, but rather, all you could think about was yourself. Your flowing red hair was messy and unkempt, your skin tanned by the days spent training. Were... were you good enough?

You had to shake the doubts away.

You ate the free food and centred yourself, until at last the small resonance crystal you received upon checkin buzzed, and you entered the arena for your first fight. The arena in Sol Invictus was large, seating thousands. The sand within was drenched red with blood, and the stakes of these fights were made clear. With the healers on standby, everything was permitted, provided that it was not overtly lethal.

As you stepped through the threshold into your first fight, you looked up and there, staring down at you and your opponent was Anastasia.

Did she recognize you did she see you does she remember you of course she remembers you she sent the letter but does she recognize you do you look too different should you have dyed your hair-

You shake your head, breathing heavily as the announcer called your name. "From the Western Pact of Cities, it is the terror of Manicia, OLGA ALBANI!"

You gazed upon your opponent. She was heavyset, powerful and built wide. Her frame and stance indicated a teaching in mainly blunt weapons, the grip on her sword was all wrong, using it more like a club than anything with grace. Her strength had clearly gotten to her, the wide stance confident and full of holes, as if you were just a blip, that just because you were smaller that you were weaker.

You held the haft of your spear against your back, arms behind your head as you realized something. She's weaker than you.

"Well well well, what do we have here? A little noble's daughter come to play?"

The giant of a woman laughs, pointing at your exposed midsection. "You're not even fully dressed! I'll make you regret not wearing your armour, child."

You rolled your eyes and dropped into a stance, the spear hanging low as your crouched close to the ground. This would be... easy.

Your eyes met with Anastasia's, and she smiled. Yes. This would be easy.

You could feel the temperature drop, the crowd yelling in excitement as your opponent began to coat not just herself, but her sword in a layer of thick ice. No wonder she uses it as a club. You watch and wait as she fills the gap between flesh and armour with ice, then raises her sword up, frost starting to emanate from her.

She opens her mouth, but you pay no attention to the words. Your Valkyrie is here, and you have to prove to her your worth.

Your hand grips Galkrond tight, the spear made from the spine of a dragon and the tooth of an Abyss-megalodon. It responds well to you magic, drinking it up as the enchantment secures itself. A simple, but powerful protection against the element of Fire. You reach within your soul and find that pot of boiling passion, that obsessive love, all your excess emotions brewed into a single pot and left to explode-

The magic comes quickly, and although you can remain silent, you're being watched. It's about the spectacle, for both you and Anastasia, so rather than keeping quiet, you shout as you begin the end of this fool's journey in this tournament. One hand on your spear and the other beside you, that torrent is unleashed with a pair of words. "Flame Eruption!"

It's a simple spell of your own design. Not quite a fireball, but a forceful torrent of flames, unending should one be able to handle the feedback. But this wasn't quite what you used it for. Creating magical substances was normally done using the body as a guide, rather than directly on the body itself to avoid recoil. Spells would be cast just above the skin, just barely scraping the flesh but never touching.

But what if you wanted the recoil? Flame Eruption burned, yes, but the sheer force of your torrent of flames bursting from behind you gave you momentum. Speed. And with the burst of flame so wild it licked the walls of the arena and turned the sand to glass, you moved in a flash, like the cap of a volcano during an eruption.

In just over a second, you flash across the thirty meter gap, the crackling sound of burning air all you can hear. With one practiced motion, you cut off the torrent of flame, spin, grab the haft of your spear with your second hand, and with all the might you possess, you thrust.

To her credit, Olga tries to block, her reactions on point as her ice-covered sword meets your spear, but putting an object in the way is only a part of defensive fighting. Her icy blade snaps in two, your spear piercing straight through armour and ice.

With your hand still burning from before, you grip the spear tight and scream out the second part of your deadly combo, your sure-kill technique you developed from the legendary flame fighter Brianna. The heat you pour from both hands surges through the spear, gathering within the tip, turning into a single white hot point until it can take no more - "INCANDESCENT BURST!"

There's a loud explosion as the ice armour your opponent wears sublimates completely, an explosion of gas tearing her armour off and sending plates of metal flying across the arena.

You didn't pierce skin, but the scalding steam of her own Ice Armour is enough to severely burn her entire body. And with that, your opponent writhes on the ground, weeping in pain as the healers come down. Anastasia looks down at you and smiles, your heart skipping a bat. She's noticed you...!


The foes fall before you like dominoes, the fear they feel from your earlier victories compounding until your reputation does half the work for you. Their sweaty hands betray their fear, without them ever understanding that if you fear what you fight, you're already one step in the grave.

Strangely enough, the biggest issue is keeping them alive. You've fought so many times, but never using your fire magic to the full extent as you do now. While there are heroes, too many of your techniques are lethal. When you go too far, Anastasia graces your opponent with a glowing mist, a warm sea of tiny motes of light that heal them up while the rest of the mages come to heal.

Soon you've run out of opponents willing to fight, advancing automatically through the brackets.. Until at last, you come to your final foe. A towering woman, head to toe in armour. Her long, thin sword reminds you of the blades from the Otherside continent. She wields it with practiced efficiency. From what you saw of her fights, she didn't use it to cut armour, instead tearing apart armour with her earth magic, then using the sword on the exposed flesh. She could just get a normal sword, but hey, some people are just weird like that.

Anastasia calls out your name once again, before introducing the other finalist, who calls herself 'Saikyou', which for some reason elicits a smile on her face. You tremble with rage. What does she have that you don't?

No.

After this fight, she'll have nothing.

Your angel wills it, and the two of you fight. You waste no time in your opening, the Flame Eruption sending you flying towards the earth mage once more at a blinding speed. To her credit, she stomps the floor, forcing a large wall of earth right in your path, but you've got a better idea. You cut off the spell, twirling in the air for a second before you twist your body, blasting off again at a right angle before repeating the motion, moving diagonally to your opponent. You thrust your spear, but the thin blade manage to deflect it.

You snarl as your spear catches in the earth wall. This 'Saikyou' goes for a slash that you nimbly avoid, but you don't see the sharp fragments of earth that rise from the ground attempting to impale you. With no time to think, you let go of your spear, jumping back. The Knight looks at it, no emotions shown under her ornate helmet.

"You should have kept that."

You watch as the Knight begins to sink her blade into the ground beneath you, the sand moving like water, massive waves that threaten to overwhelm you. The audience cheers as you sprint, rolling to avoid the gauntlet of waves, thrown boulders and sharp spikes that seem to follow you ceaselessly. How can you win without your Spear? The thought begins to consume your mind, only for a more fervent one to take place. Anastasia is watching. You can't let her down you can't embarrass yourself you can't let yourself down.

That sword is quick, and would make quick work of your exposed belly, but there is one idea that sticks in your head. and you're quick to try it out.

The girl always has a pattern, waves, boulders, spikes. And while some call it mad, it's all you have. You stand still, pretending to be out of breath, waiting for the Knight to continue her pattern, and to your delight you find that she does. A large boulder the size of your torso comes flying towards you, and with that, you enable your final gambit. You thrust out your hand, and unleash your spell. "Molten Finger!"

Your hands burn white hot, the peak form of the Burning Hands spell inherent to most fire mages. With just a finger as the point of pressure, your finger and later the rest of your hand sinks into the stone, only to rapidly cool as you slowly turn the heat down. It hurts, yes, but it succeeds in what you want to do. With your left hand embedded completely in the rock, you jump, anticipating the spires from the ground, leaping with them. With your right, you feel the burn as your Flame Eruption bursts, sending you not towards the knight, but above.

Your arm feels like it's going to to be torn off, but you persevere, grabbing hold o f the boulder with the second hand, flipping the the air as you reach the peak of your jump. The Knight's not even looking in the right place, the smoke and dust caused by your eruption obscuring vision just enough that she thinks you're next to her instead of above. With all the power in your body, you dunk the boulder down upon the knight's head, her helmet cracking as your boulder crumbles to dust.

The pair of you tumble atop one another, but she's out cold. Laughing deliriously, you walk over to Galkrond and raise your spear to rapturous applause, but you hear none of it, so focused on the warm smile that Anastasia gives you. You've won.

After so long, you're finally back to your Valkyrie's embrace. And this time, you will never let go.


Wow Fire mages are insane. You let out a whistle of appreciation as Mia breaks a giant boulder over her opponent's head, despite the very obvious burns she's sporting around her hands. Her Spear grants protection from fire, but if she's working without it, it speaks to either unshakable determination or some kind of madness.

Though you don't quite have a clue as to why she's so determined? Perhaps she's just naturally ambitious?

A good trait to have, in a captain. You hold your arms out wide, letting the motes of healing light soothe the injuries of both fighters. Many of the strongest here would make good leaders, commanders. All of them powerful fighters with a hint of that madness in them that all strong people do.

As you watch the water mage medics cart the unconscious girl away, you stare into Mia's eyes, pondering what to do next.


You bask in the glory of the crowd, overjoyed to see their support for you after your ordeal. They're just so happy at you finally reuniting with your Valkyrie... It's amazing to see how much they care. You give them waves of thanks as your opponent is carried off by water mages and taken to be healed. It should just be a concussion, so that foreign swordswoman should recover just fine.

You stand in the arena, awaiting your reward until at last, you hear her crystal clear voice. "Congratulations, Mia Dietrich. The tournament is yours. A place within the Knights Valkyrion is yours, by conquest." The crowd claps at that, cheering and yelling, only to be stopped completely by the booming voice of your Angel.

"However! There is one final hurdle you must accomplish!

You grip Galkrond tight, ready to face whatever is standing in the way of you and your destined.

"As a reward for coming so far, Mia Dietrich, you shall be granted the honour of single combat against me! Take your time and rest, my champion. Our fight begins in an hour."

You stand there frozen on the scorched sand. What...?

"WHAT?"


You pace around back and forth, waving off the other knights who come to congratulate you as you bite your thumb nervously. You father called it a disgusting habit but in stressful times like these you can't help but to panic. A-Anastasia wants to fight! She wants you to do well! But she's so strong... you couldn't even remember her taking a wound when shew as younger. And if you are stronger than you think, what if you cut too deep, what if you scar her perfect body...? Even ripping out your eyes wouldn't be penance enough...You stew in your thoughts as your mana recovers, until you remember the look she gave you. It may have been dust in her eye... but you're confident it was a wink. A wink at you. Fight, the wink seemed to say, and be rewarded.

Yes. If you can win here, you're sure to get some kind of exotic reward!

All to impress Anastasia, all so you can finally stand by here. This is your shot!

With a resolute grimace, you grab your spear and head back out into the arena, ready to face your future Mistress.


Her descent is radiant. The stands are packed, people chanting the name 'Valkyrie' as she slowly descends into the arena. She shines with sparkles, motes of light illuminating her as she descends upon the arena grounds. There's the scrape of steel as her sword draws clear from her scabbard, and it's all you can do to not stare.

"Don't be shy," Anastasia tells you, curling her finger, motioning for you to come closer. "Do your best~"

Your cheeks flush a little at that, so much so that you almost miss one of the assistants announcing the start of the fight.


The fight doesn't start as explosive as you thought it might. Instead of a climactic sword swing to start the fight off, the two of you begin with the age old practice of buffing yourselves up for the future fight. You watch as the wind begins to distort around Anastasia. You remember it well. When she was younger, she told you about how this technique let her move faster and dodge more things, the wind assisting her every strike.

You'll need all the help you can get if you're to try and stop her. You hold your spear tight and unleash your Haste spell, and in an instant you feel it. The fire in your veins, the way it pumps through your body, and the wonderful strength it gives. You need this to stand a chance, and as such you let the warm haze fill your mind and your body thrum with power. The Valkyrie smiles gently at you, and for a moment you think you're going to surrender then and there, but you manage to resist thinking about stripping her bare and pinning her down and having your way with her after so lon-

Right.

The heat does go everywhere, after all, and it's a struggle to resist at times.


This is what you've been training for, a way to finally surpass the Valkyrie in your head. In an extender fight, you have do doubt that Anastasia would beat you into a bloody pump. The overwhelming strength she wields is proof enough of that. Your actual, main way of defeating her is to try and inflict as much damage s possible with a single strike at once. It is what you're built to do, a single piercing fang that crashes through even the strongest defence.

With a powerful battle cry that sounds a lot like girly screaming, you gather the flame in your hand and bend down low, shooting your powerful Flame Eruption as you rocket towards Anastasia. She's prepared for this, but you've got your own tricks. By rapidly altering your directions, you dash around Anastasia with blinding speed, staying low to the ground, far outside what any swordfighter is used to.

She begins to glow with a wonderful, mesmerizing aura of light, but you focus entirely on Galkrond, on the burning point of heat gathering in the tip of the spear. With her new glowing aura Anastasia is much faster - but not fast enough. She goes to grab you by the throat, only for you to contort your flexible body, just barely avoiding her fingers and sliding right between her legs. Twirling in mid-air, you reverse the direction and before she can even react, you unleash your full speed, rocketing towards her as the spear pieces flesh and... Ice?

There's a horrific explosion of steam as your blow is absorbed by her Ice Armour ability. The steam should be cooking her alive, but you can see through the blast of steam that while her flesh is cracking and burning, it is regenerating those blows before your eyes.

As the dust clears, you gaze upon Anastasia's bare back, no armour or clothes on anything above her waist. There are gasps, cheers and even a few people swooning as Anastasia turns around to reveal her armour entirely busted open. "Interesting," she notes, looking at you with a hint of interest despite her radiant, otherworldly beauty.. With her body practically glowing, her naked breasts revealed, all you can feel is... desire. You don't want her, you NEED Her.

"The fire was enough to destroy my ice armour, and now my regular armour's gone with it. An interesting manoeuvre."

To your shock, despite being hit by your Incandescent burst, she's still standing! Rather, you've damaged her clothes more than her. For a moment you panic, until your Battle Sense speaks to you. That constant glowing she's doing has made her faster, but it, and the ice armour, must come at a hefty cost of mana. You used a lot of yours during that fight, but if she's keeping that aura up, you can grind down her mana reserves. Without any top armour, she'll have to heal any minor wounds you deal. Your heart hops in your chest. You can do this!

Then she licks her lips, and you struggle to stay upright.


You act quickly, not willing to give her a second shot. You push yourself even further, body straining as you pour more and more mana into your Flame Eruption. You're not quite out of mana yet, but you're getting low. With each explosion you leave a plume of dust, scattering around from side to side, unpredictable, unable to be touched. She'd win in a direct fight, but you've got to find a way to surround her, strike from behind.

While she is pretty, you're certain that if you just aim right...

You send of yet more bursts of flame, circling her, looking for a weakspot in that glowing aura...

Until she does something you forgot she could do.

She flies, ten feet above you, and you let out a swear. The shining aura she wields vanishes as the knight floats above your flame dance, crossing her legs as she sits upon a mock throne in the sky. Theoretically, you could try your best to get up there, but you're running low, and in an aerial fight, if she can fly and you can't then... it might be a one-way trip. You look down at Galkrond. If you poured your stamina into it, with the bound spell within, you could imbue him with another burst and go for one final strike...


It's all quite ironic. So long you've chased after Anastasia, so long has she been the guiding start hat you follow, always eager to just catch a glimmer of that radiance.

And here you are now. She looks down at you, smirking as you sit in the dust belittling your powerlessness. Your fingers tighten around Galkrond.

No. Anastasia may be able to fly, but you can reach her. It all comes down to the final strike. You breathe in deeply, thinking of your training, your journey. All to stand with Anastasia. And as she towers above the rest of humanity, another hurdle has been placed in your way, threatening to separate the two of you once again.

No.

Even if just for a fraction of a second, you want to prove that you are with her, that you weren't chasing this ideal for nothing, that you can reach her.

You thrust your hand to the ground, crying out as you unleash your Flame eruption. The torrent of fire launches you straight up, a predictable path yes, but you're not experienced enough to alter your flight path rapidly as you can do on the ground while also fighting off gravity. All you can do is pour your mana into your hand and blade. You draw too deep, a frightening frost starting to run through your veins as your stamina itself is sapped to feed the roaring furnaces that demand more and more mana to be fuelled. The intense jet of flame from your Eruption increases yet further, your speed becoming blinding, even as your head starts to pound and your mouth goes dry.

Everything aches, but it's all worth it.

With a yell, you thrust your spear at your opponent, glowing white with power once more. With a grin, her blade comes to meet the tip of your spear, and for a moment, you push her back.

But her unnatural strength is too much. Though it causes sweat to bead upon her forehead, her blood red sword deflects the blow to her side, and with that, you find yourself floating in the void as the parry pushes you away, the last of the mana leaving you.

And for a glorious brief moment, your eyes meet, the momentum carrying you high enough, just high enough to finally be level with her. Not looking up from below like the rest. Even if only for a moment, you stand together with your Valkyrie.

And with that, despite the whistling wind, despite your body dropping from the sky like a stone, a smile creeps onto your face.

You resign yourself to your fate, and let gravity take you...

...

...

Only it doesn't. Your numb body can barely move, but when you finally open your eyes, you see her. Anastasia, smiling down at you as the crowd cheers. She... caught you? You're in a princess carry as the Duchess slowly floats to the ground, her eyes never leaving yours. "You've done so well," she whispers, voice barely heard over the din of the crowd. "I'm proud of you, Mia."

She's...

Proud...?

Your heart aches, vision swimming as tears start to well within your eyes. You can't stop the huge smile adorning your face as you moan in delight. She's proud, she's NOTICED you!

And you ride that feeling, even into unconsciousness. You've lost, yet gained so much.


That Mia is an interesting character. Her skills are quite well honed, her aggressive style forcing you to draw deep into the abyss, almost to the point where you would have had to start manifesting some of the visual effects of it. If the girl got more stamina, or managed to refine her technique further, she could be a real monster of a combatant.

And you can tell what her stare meant. Like so many others, that girl is infatuated with you.

As you descend and hand her over to the healers, you can't help but to feel good at how well the tournament went. Your Order is going to be quite the interesting one~


The Tournament was a resounding success. Not only did you find a very interesting potential underling, but a wide variety of powerful fighters who will for sure help bolster your own personal strength. Not only that, but the event itself was widely popular, bringing in no shortage of coin. After all, there's no shortage of people who want to see either sexy lady knights or skilful combat.

Your own wardrobe malfunction helped to spread word of the beautiful valkyrie even further through the kingdom, and while it took a lot of time to set up, it was undoubtedly worth it.

You soon get to picking the recruits out of the impressive fighters, and end up with a full roster of 100 knights, plus some support staff. Mia leads them, as you're certain that her fighting prowess and tactical mind will be useful in the future. With the large tentacle you got from fighting Faelyn, you instruct it to be melted down and with it, swords built for your new knights. They're all grateful, the lot of them treating it like a shopping trip as they consider what sort of enchantment they wish to have on their blade.

While the girls discuss blades, you're focused on something much more important. Icons, heraldry.


During your heavy workload, you always made time to keep all of your most loyal Maids and servants topped up with the Cryogenics ritual you discovered. It was a powerful tool to not only keep them looking beautiful, but to help ensure loyalty. There's not a lady in the land who doesn't have some fear regarding the passage of time.

However, aside from just your close maids, you used it on a few other people... The Empress, and your parents.


Following the completion of the road to the north, trade has increased. Some luxury goods found their way into Klettgau and the surrounding villages.

The huge amount of wealth makes your duchy and the lands closest do it the envy of the rest of the kingdom. Combined with the peace they all share, many of your locals call themselves Hessians out of pride, identifying more with your region than the empire at whole. The fact that they're led by a beautiful Valkyrie is only part of it.


Even through your heavy workload, you kept a relatively active Social life. You often made visits to the Empress, becoming known far and wide as her best friend. While the two of you spoke in a strange foreign language that few could parse, the laughs you shared transcended all barriers. The two of you were both mothers to blessed children, after all, and Hope remained a close friend of both Siegmund and Sieglinde as the three of them grew.

Outside of your weekly visits to Kimiko, you also... Created a working relationship with the other dukes of the land.


And finally there was the light of your life, your very reason to be...

Hope.

Hope seemed to develop at an incredible rate. Not physically, but mentally. As the months passed, she absorbed all of her learning with uncanny precision, able to not just restate the facts but to understand higher level concepts and apply them to the real world. Your daughter was just the greatest!

The constant Dark magic practice the pair of you had with the maids, as well as a few lessons in the usage of Light and Water magic, really improved her magical abilities, to the point where she could cast spells in an instant. The most curious thing about Hope, however, is that she never seemed to run out of mana. You had not yet come to the point where she needed a break from casting, only ever seeming to get bored then try to nurse off of you. You weren't sure if it was an innate talent or not...

Hope was a little too young for combat training, but together, the two of you both improved your magic, and expanded Hope's depth of Magic


You are incredibly busy, and time passes without you even realizing. The days go by until you reach your twenty-third birthday. It's a relatively minor celebration. Your Mother and Father are scheduled to visit later, but in the morning it is only you and your Maids.

As you awaken, you smell the wonderful fragrance of a cake baking, and your servants have done what you specifically asked them not to - shower you with gifts. There's something profoundly wasteful about you paying your maids and them just returning the money to you through gifts. There's the normal; skimpy clothing, enchanted sex toys, flowers and magical items, but nothing super notable. With the presents open, you sit on your bed, taking a rare few moments to rest.

That is until they come.


"Mama "

"Mother."

You're greeted by your two daughters, Faith and Hope. Hope, being 4 and a bit years old, has grown up so well. Her speech has improved vastly, even if her pronunciation is flubbed at times. Her soft hair was white, much like her father's, and while her eyes were like yours most of the time, whenever she used magic you noticed that they flashed red. Clad in a white, frilly dress she looked absolutely radiant.

Faith, despite being the younger of the two, looked slightly older than Hope thanks to the advanced aging of the Pride Demons at work. She seems physically about 5 or 6, standing slightly taller than Hope. Faith seems to have rejected the look of the rest of the girls she grew up with and insists on dressing up in trousers and a sleeveless shirt. Faith often complains about how she feels "exposed" when wearing a skirt, but that might be because of the extra appendage she has down there. Her outfit's a bit scruffy an inelegant, but she carries it well. While you love her dearly, Faith often feels inadequate to her sister and has a bit of a... 'stick up her ass', so to speak. Her black hair and red eyes fit her well, and it's only when she really grins do you see her sharpened teeth typical of her new race.

Your daughters look perfect together, Darkness and Light both together. Faith's looking pale and weak, as she so often does during the daylight hours, but she's made an effort to be here with you. The two of them hold presents out, small white boxes with bright red ribbons wrapped around, and you gladly take them.

"Oh? Are these for me?"


The two of them nod together, excitement within them building as you hold the two boxes. "I got you something really special, Mama!" Hope's eyes almost sparkle as she presses against you, hugging you tight.

Faith steps closer, but despite the faint blush forming she doesn't hug you. "N-normally I'd say raising me is all the payment you need, but my present couldn't be outdone by the staff..."

"Well now I'm curious as to what you've both gotten me!"

Even something as simple as opening a present is stressful with the sibling rivalry the two share. While it's not antagonistic, even minor hints of favour from 'mother' is enough to have them outperforming one another to get more.

Within Faith's box lies something that straddles the line between cute and horrifying. Faith's teeth shed often as she grows, but it looks as if she's kept her sharpest ones and strung them together into a necklace. There's a certain power behind it...

Hope's on the other hand contains an ornate vial with a cap that has silver wings going down the side of the tube. Within, lies a crimson liquid.

It's Hope's Blood.


You're not entirely sure if your daughter knew what she was doing when she gave you her blood. She's always so coy when the topic of her demonic heritage is brought up, and at this point you suspect a hint of mischievousness behind the innocent, unknowing answers she always provides. At first you thought it strange, but that was until you tried healing the drop of blood. It... erupted, into a chimeric mix of tentacles, wings and eyes that you swiftly turned to Ice and destroyed. Then you used the maids.

It was the final piece of the puzzle you were missing. Attempting to force people to grow new body parts never really worked, even with your Dark Magic suggestions being as powerful as they were. But with a drop of Hope's Blood underneath their skin, that little droplet enabled you to make wings, additional appendages with next to no effects. You swiftly removed the wings off of your test subject of course, but this was interesting.

There was only a single downside to this you saw. Hope's blood liked to multiply from the new appendage, spreading to other, uninfected areas, and turning the blood within to blood similar to Hope's. You've termed this process 'monsterification', as from what you can see, applying Hope's blood and using it to make changes turns people into... not quite full demons, but demi-human monsters. While you understand the physical effects and managed to heal your maid without any lasting damage, you are a bit curious about the... mental effects.


You have gained the advanced Light spell -

Holy Ray of Light - Purgatorio

By gathering Light within your sword, you can channel a truly destructive blow. This legally distinct excaliblast is a spell that costs a small amount of mana and acts as a sword strike in an area of effect. However, you can also increase the mana usage, adding up to 3 additional dice and increasing the area it damages. You can cast this for free at max strength during Dawnbringer, but it dispels Dawnbringer afterwards and locks Dawnbringer for the rest of combat.


When you apply it to the area just above your womb, you feel the blessing you have ripple and warp. For a moment, you think that it's done nothing, as any inspection just leads to nothing having changed, despite the drop being absorbed.

However, it all changes when you use the blessing of Freyr. The god of Life and Death was a curious one, crafting a miracle to assist in the spawning of more life. One of the stranger applications of his magic, but you don't complain, especially when it's so useful. And this crafted rod will spread life.

You feel something having changed when you craft the penis from your blessing. It feels thicker, warmer, but more specifically, there's something in the testicles that you can't quite displace. Upon further inspection, it makes itself clear to you. It's an... infection?

[Curse of the Forbidden Fruit and Freyr's blessing have combined! Having sex with a female infects them with Curse of Echidna - granting the same pleasure from birth/breastfeeding that the curse does, but making it so that they can only give birth to demi-humans and monsters. Rather than rolling for power, shard and disguise, they roll a single dice each for sapience and strength. The ability to spread this can be toggled on and off]


The spell is interesting. If ever the time comes to abandon your humanity, you'll be sure to help your daughter out by seeding the wombs of the innocent with monsters to assist in her takeover.

And while that is a delicious fantasy, you don't indulge in it right now, for the life of a Duchess is ever busy. Really, you're expecting something new to crop up any mo-

"Mistress!"

Sahar's voice catches you off guard, and you turn to the woman. Your experimenting can wait for now.

"What is it?"

"Elham! She-she's said she's had another vision."

You groan. "Of course she has."


[Roughly one year ago...]


"Mmh..." Your mother lets out a quiet moan as the treatment pours through her again. Your Cryogenics treatment was revolutionary, and your mother appreciated it a lot. While you also did the same for your father, only your mother was permitted to have the same pool of ice that you did. She stretches, shivering in the cold but not resisting. You hold her tight as the purge happens, slowing the flow of time for her once more.

Your mother's in quite fantastic shape. Aside from the slight sag of her breasts, she doesn't show too many signs of age. Her skin's kept in fantastic shape by your spell, after all, and the constant sessions you've hit her with have really helped slow down her aging at the critical juncture.

The two of you stand there, close enough to share warmth as you finish the treatment. "There you go," you tell her, not letting go of your mother just yet. "This should last another six months or so."

"I'll be honest," she says, unphased by the freezing cold. "I had no clue you could use Ice magic this way. I suppose Light magic is a hell of a boost, huh?"

You nod, hugging her tight. She's a little shorter than you, but there's a strange allure to your own mother. She's in fantastic shape despite her age, and you almost want to...


The two of you stay in the water of the Blumenthal Mansion's bath for a while, enjoying the warm heat of one another. You're almost convinced she's telling herself that it's all maternal pride, but you know differently. She's slightly shorter than you, her head resting just above your breasts as you cuddle.

"Mother... I have a question for you. Something only you can answer."

Your mother opens her eyes, looking up. "Shoot."

"Do you think I'm hot?"

Your mother pulls away slightly, no longer resting her head on your body. She eyes you with a blush, but you just stare with a neutral expression.

"O-of course, Ana. You're beautiful, we've had no shortage of suitors coming asking if the young duchess-regent is single..."

"That's not what I asked," you murmur, squeezing her tight once more. "Do you think I'm hot?"

"I-I don't-"

You flash your mother a mischievous smile. "If we weren't related, would you fuck me?"

She stares at you for a moment, dumbfounded. You think she's going to pull away, but...

"If I'm being honest, Ana? Gods above yes. I've sampled a fair number of flowers during my time, but none of them are half as delectable as you." She cuddles you tight, a hand pressing against your firm abs. "Like these? Out of this world. Same with your arms, the perfect blend of femininity and power that just hits all the right notes."

She shivers slightly, and not quite from the cold. "So yes, don't be silly. You're the most beautiful person I know, and yes, I'd totally fuck you if we weren't related.

Your grin widens, hand moving to cup her ass. You give her a squeeze and your mother lets out an adorable high pitched yelp. "You'd fuck me if we weren't related? Would you fuck me even if we were related?"

Before you can hear her answer, you press your lips against hers, your mother moaning as she melts into your grip. Her eyes are shut, not resisting as your tongue dances with hers. She's delicious, and you need more, deepening the kiss while she moans into your mouth.

When you finally pull apart she's breathing heavily, flushed red and looking anywhere but at you. "Anastasia... This is all kinds of wrong-"

A laugh escapes your lips. "Nobody will ever know. It'll be our little secret...

Cordelia Blumenthal gulps, and with the last of her will crumbling she tastes the forbidden fruit, kissing her daughter back and embracing her tight as the two of you finally let your illicit feelings forth.


It all happens so quickly, the two of you unable to control yourselves as you erupt into a frenzy of lust, kissing and groping one another. You carry your mother with her legs tied around you, but you only get three steps outside of the bath before collapsing, pressing your mother down into the floor and becoming absorbed into her lips once more. When you break away she lets out an adorable needy moan, but as you start to suckle and kiss her skin she lets out husky cries of pleasure.

Her hard nipples are so much fun to suck, to bite down on, and even if the milk has long since gone dry, playing with her tits is a very easy way to get her wet. You run your tongue in a circle around her chest and she lets out another lurid moan. "Septimus above~!"

You pull away, leaving your mother panting for air on the floor. "No wonder the girls never leave that upstairs room..."

You just flash her a cocky smile. "Well, they can leave if they want. Just after I'm done with them, none of them want to~"

Your mother laughs at that for a moment before reaching out to your own tits. "Look at these," she murmurs. "I know huge tits run in the family, but this is unreal..." She gives them a kiss, adoring how you give out a little moan as she plays with your very sensitive nipples. She squeezes them tight, twisting them and before you know it the two of you are just toying with one another's chests.

The foreplay doesn't last long, however. Eventually you tire of it, pressing your body against hers, letting your nipples rub together as your each down and start to toy with her flower. Cordelia lets out a cute cry at that, nothing like the stoic woman who raised you.

You press your lips against hers, and she eagerly kisses back. When you separate, she's got a warm smile on her face. "Never took you for the submissive," you tell her, earning a coy smile back.

"Oh, I like to switch from time to time. But for now, I believe you're giving me a treatment? If you need to go deep to make the magic work, go right ahead Ana~"

You kiss her again, fingers toying with her clit. For a while the two of you just remain there, making out while you toy with her privates and she toys with your breasts, until at last she lets out a muted scream and starts convulsing, cumming hard onto the bathroom floor.

When you pull away, she's still got a hunger in her eyes, and her hands around your neck bring you right back in.

"I didn't say stop~"

And you are just happy to oblige.

The two of you were insatiable from that point on, falling into the depths of depravity together. You invited her over to Home under the guise of the Knights Valkyrion, but the two of you signed a single sheet of parchment before you retired upstairs, you and her fingering Anne and Sahar until they're quivering wrecks, all while kissing one another with all of your being.

You drugged your father, having him fall asleep in his chair while the two of you fucked like animals on their bed. On a call to kill some monsters, the pair of you took your sweet time getting back, fucking hard under the stars.

You even squeezed into the clearly-too-small-for-you ballroom dress you wore as a teenager and had her fuck you silly in your old room. There was a fire lit under you, and the two of you were practically insatiable.

By the end of it... knocked you up.


"Ana don't stop~"

Your mother moans as you eat her out, the knight laying back in the recliner. The moans stop every once in a while as your maids feed her grapes, pampering your lovely mother to the point of lethargy. She cries out as she climaxes once again, toes curling as she does so. You've been trained quite well with your tongue, the Empress made sure of that.

But right now, your mother is... malleable. There's something about her, so overwhelmed and overcome with pleasure, that you see it as your time to strike. With her still sitting in the chair, you flair your dawnbringer, her eyes widening in surprise. You climb into her lap, poking your mother gently in the chest as your blessing graces her with an erect cock.

"Mmmh... Mother~"

Your mother practically purrs in delight. "Even better than I remember it... You got protection, honey?"

You give your mother a cold smile as you thrust your hips down upon her rod, bouncing in her lap while her eyes roll back in pleasure. It's so thick, but you manage to stay resolute for now. "Oh, Mother... There's something you should know~"

You bounce up and down, Cordelia letting out a groan in response. "D-during this~"

You lean over to her, mouth right next to her ear and whisper to your mother. "I birth demons~"

Her eyes go wide, almost falling into a combat stance but when you bounce on her cock she can only cry out, her hands falling upon your hips. "W-What?"

"I birth demons," you declare again, loudly. You throw your bead back and moan as you bounce faster in her lap. "Hope is a demon, and I've had another one too. Mommy, I'm a bad girl~"

Her eyes go wide, but you just go even faster, her words melting into moans. "I'm bad... But we can be bad together. "

Drooling slightly, she manages a response."I can't... Demons..."

You put a hand over your chest, mocking hurt. "Oh no... You won't give me a demon baby? When it feels so good?"

You motion to move away, but Coredlia's hands push you back down onto her cock, the pair of you moaning all the while. She's conflicted, but the constant rigorous fucking is too addicting. "Ah~ I can't... Anaaaaa!!!"

You wrap your arms around her, crying out. "Shoot it out inside me, Mother! A new demon child together, proof of our love!"

The final word is what does it. Coredlia moans, hips thrusting upwards as she unleashes a torrent of seed inside of you, hot, sticky sperm finally giving you another demon child that you crave.

The maids applaud, and as your mother finally recovers, she stares at you for a moment, deathly serious. The pout soon gives way to a wide smile. "Even if they're demons, they're still my grandkids..."

You hug your mother, and she hugs you back. "Thank you, Mother," you whisper. "The world will be theirs soon."

"As long as I get to keep on helping to make more little demons, Ana~, I'll do whatever you want."


You are impregnated with a Demon of Sloth

Your child has the parameters 61 strength, 69 disguise and 68 on her shard.

Your child is a demon of Sloth, a demon dedicated to laziness and apathy. They desire to not just relax, but to tempt all who live into a world of endless, lazy bliss. Sloth Demons were often unknowingly taken as wives by men, back when the Demons were strong. They would seduce the strongest heroes, the smartest mages, the most canny inventors and take care of their every need, pampering their lovers until they died having accomplished nothing.

Sloth demons are born fully formed.

At 61 strength, your child is about as strong as an average hero, capping out at 15 per stat.

At 69 disguise, your child has a very unique disguise. She can shapeshift into any form that she wishes (Maximum 15 attractiveness from this) though she always feels comfortable in her 'true' form.

At 68, she has pulled from a shard of a minor Sleep demon. Her spawn (and true form) will be that of a fluffy sheep girl, with curly lovely hair and a soft body.


Your mother was quite an addition to your coven. Your incestuous fucking became commonplace, the maids learning to love her touch nearly as much as yours. It was always a happy day when your mother came around.

You used your spells to advance the pregnancy, and during the week your mother came. About a day before your child was due, she decided to finally ask something, between her mouthfuls of your milk and licking your swollen belly.

"So... Ana, about this demon thing... Was it a reaction to... you know..."

Your mother often looks at the boarded up room in Home, the dust covering the boards themselves. Nobody goes there. You roll your eyes, picking up the pace as you blow her, your mother letting out a relieved cry as she fires off a few spirts of creamy goodness. You mull the taste around in your mouth and swallow it. "Having second thoughts?

"Oh no," she replies, shaking her head. "I was mostly in the hero business for the fights and the cute girls, I'm not going to betray my precious daughter for something as petty as 'morals'. Just... what caused it?"

"I was actually born with Dark magic," you admit to her, your mother gasping in response. "It's been a part of me that I've forced down for so long, but when he died, I finally just... let it all go."

"Wow, that's..."

"Don't worry," you tell her, waving a hand. "I hid my dark magic well-"

"Not that," she says, interrupting you. "I'm more impressed you know four schools of magic in your early twenties, that's insane."

You puff your chest out with pride. Damn straight, you're more monstrous than the thing coming out of your womb.

"So we're all good?"

Your mother leans over and plants a kiss on your forehead. "As long as you know not to go all dark wizard mind whammies on your family, okay?"

"What about in the bedroom?"

Your mother opens her mouth to respond, but you cut her off by jamming her sensitivity and pleasure up to the maximum with a hook, placing your mouth over her penis just in time for her to cum into you again. You look up at her, grinning around the cock in your mouth.

"E-exemption granted..."


[You have gained a new spell - Power Word: Orgasm - By using dark magic during intercourse, you can instantly raise up their sensitivity and pleasure to the maximum, instantly causing an orgasm. Note, it will be very obvious you're doing magic to do this.]


Your birth has become a familiar affair by now, your maids gathering around you as you're afflicted by the powerful throes of orgasm. Your mind goes blank, screaming in pleasure as pleasure ripples through your sweaty body, until at last your child is birthed from you.

Only...

It's not a child.


You and the maids watch for a few moments, staring at the orb of swirling darkness until it cracks, and with a brilliant purple light, you see her.

Fully formed, your newest daughter looks to be just a tad younger than you. She has curved horns, and tufts of fluff on her arms, together with incredibly soft hair. Her appearance rapidly shifts, turning into Anne, into Kathleen, into you, before she turns back to her regular form. You stare at her for a moment, only for the demon to let out a yell.

"Nooooooo..." she cries, rushing to your breast and hugging it tight. "I wanna go baaaaaaaack insiiiiiide..."

You pat your daughter's head, even as she starts suckling your teat. Yes, this one's a demon of sloth. A bit lazy, but cute.

"Welcome, my dear," you tell her, hand almost getting lost in her fluffy hair. Even the maids are patting it, letting out little moans of pleasure as they do so. This daughter of yours is special. You should name her Serenity.


You cuddle and hug your Serenity, stroking her soft hair as you slowly fall asleep...

Serenity soon settles into life at Home. That is, being a lazy sack of fluff. While her sisters often love to play with her, Serenity herself prefers to just sleep the day away. 18 hours of sleep, 3 hours of eating and 3 hours of napping is a little too slothful, even for you. But you let her enjoy her time.

Faith and Hope bully her enough to keep her active anyway.

With your new child born, you think to her father, your mother, and begin to consult your maids on how to draw your new expanded family tree.

It does not end well.


~A few weeks after Serenity's Birth~


You watch as the carriage pulls into your estate, the normal staff greeting your knight as she leaves the carriage. Her armour is radiant, gleaming white plate with two white wings etched into the back. On her chest is a blue tabard edged in gold thread with your emblem on it - A pair of wings encircling an upright sword.

She is Mia, first and greatest of the Knights Valkyrion. An order of Knights dedicated to you and you alone.

You look to your maids. The incense is burning and a warm haze has spread throughout home. Oma is cooking, her singing a seductive siren call. It's foreign words, but that makes it sound mysterious, exotic. You're introducing Mia to Home, and you imagine the girl to be pliable. But how do you want to get this started?


Your name is Mia, soon to be Captain of the Knights Valkyrion. You've arrived at the Hesse estate to meet your new liege, though truth be told she's been in charge for a while now. All that remains today is to meet her in her inner sanctum, take the oath, and be bound to her forevermore. Your heart keeps pounding at the idea of your Anastasia finally recognizing you, and you can hardly believe it. From time to time you worry its a dream, that you'll wake back up passed out in the training grounds, tired and lonely once again. But even as you climb the stairs to her secretive inner sanctum, there's no such thing.

The Door to the inner sanctum opens, and almost immediately you're mobbed by a gaggle of maids dressed in slutty, revealing outfits. They all seem to yell with excitement, and you're so confused, especially when they grab you by the hand and practically drag you into a sideroom. You expected... training dummies, a hall scarred by her battle. Why are there so many cute maids distractions? You're practically shoved into a small room with several lockers and benches, the maids all looking at you like a starving pack of beasts about to be given their first meal. A lithe, brown-skinned thing from the north, dressed in a dancer's outfit instead of the maid outfit of her companions.. Her body moves likes that of a serpent, tempting you further away from any rational thought with each of her swaying movements that almost demand you look at her. The heat within you burns hard, and her seductive whisperings only make it that much harder to ignore.

"Strip," the dancer whispers, her sultry voice sending a shiver down your spine. "All you desire and more awaits you, Lady Knight. Let us see your body in all its majesty~"

There's something in your mind screaming that It's Wrong, that Anastasia would never do something like this, but then your logic starts to take over. She had the eyes for her sword instructor, plain as day, but also Mila Nessau. You'd heard the rumours, but would she really have a harem like this...?

Another girl wraps her arms around your neck, almost drooping off of you as she plants a wet kiss upon your cheeks. The hands continue to roam across your body, stripping away the armour as they find it, leaving you naked, and so very vulnerable. One stands in front of you as she removes the chestplate, smiling widely. The new girl has darker skin, only with gleaming gold eyes that almost seem glazed over. "We're always happy to welcome a new sister."

Your heart skips a beat. A-Anastasia wants you in her harem? Impossible. "T-this is just business..."

But the girls hear nothing of it, giggling together. "Oh, she's going to have so much fun with you," one says, making your heart race with the possibilities. You're subject to them fawning over your skin, planting kisses upon your mons and caressing your well defined arms and midsection, the compliments of all the cute girls becoming almost dizzying. The words struggle to leave your throat, and the harem of girls finds it adorable.

"She's going to touch you... claim you, make you hers, mind body and soul, like she did to us." She's... what?

The one with the golden eyes leans forward after her titillating claim and takes your breath away in a deep kiss, her soft lips almost enough to dislodge Anastasia from your mind. When you part, she gives you the warm smile of a mother seeing her child. "Welcome Home, Mia."

Something in you shifts, your heart skipping a beat, and you allow yourself to be comforted. The girls toy with your breasts, gently nibbling the nipples all while making note after note about how adorable you are and how fit you are. The praise was embarrassing at first, but it soon becomes almost addicting. When they start to leave, you panic, following them outside only to find them blocking the corridor. They line up to the right and left of you, leaving only the door ahead. "Good luck~" they all say in eerie unison.

Swallowing your fears, you step forward. This... Anastasia wans you to become part of something like this? You shiver in a way that has nothing to do with the cold. At this point, you'd accept even if Anastasia wanted your soul.

You leave the changing room, naked as the day you were born, shivering in a way that has nothing to do with the cold. You open the door, ready to meet your new boss.


You enter the room, only to be blown away by the majesty of what lies before you. You expected Anastasia, yes, but the throne of ice is something else. It's royal, regal, even and the decorations of demons and the like surrounding her give Anastasia the impression of a deity. Her body shines with an unnatural light, her very being glowing with divinity.

"For so long, I've been hiding. Behind my resplendent light lies a darkness so deep-"

"YESSSSS"

It's sacrilege to interrupt Anastasia but you do it anyway, running right up to her and diving into the throne, arms squeezing around her tight.

"Hey, wait-"

The emotions boiling within you finally explode, over twenty years of sexual frustration unleashed in a single burst. "Yes yes yes yes YES! I'll do whatever you want Anastasia I'll be your servant I'll be your maid I'll be your slave I'll do whatever you want me to do whatever you need me to do as long as you just let me keep on staying by your-"

You rain kisses down upon your Goddess' body. She tries to move your head away, but you're too nimble. You kiss those wonderful hard nipples she teased you with during the fight, getting a soft moan from the Angel. "M-Mia! I'm trying to tell you about the Darkness-"

"Mmh..." you moan, eyes rolling back in your head as she swats you on the bottom, but you're not troubled. Septimus above, she has milk, it's just as sweet as you imagine something from her tasting. She rolls her eyes as you begin to nurse from her. You're not sure when you activated your Haste, but your mind is starting to feel akin to mush, your boiling hot body melting the ice throne as you writhe in her lap.

"Haah... My children are demons, I birth demons -you're not even listening anymore, are you?"

The sweet taste of her milk is beyond heavenly, turning your mind to mush as your brain is overcome by the overwhelming desire you hold to be with Anastasia. "Lady Anashtassheaaaa~ My only regret is I don't have any toys to pleasure you further..."

Your new god smiles slightly at that, the mere action sending your heart into overdrive. "That can be arranged."

She presses a finger to your chest, and a warmth blossoms just above your flower. It grows, thick, hard. It's an ugly thing, a man's thing, but when put on your body, it almost looks... elegant. You pause for a moment, and that's all it takes. Water splashes as the throne crumbles into the bath below it, the water bubbling around you. You're pushed to the edge, your new appendage sticking up firm. "Anastasia, I just wanted to say, even when we were children, I-"

The woman cuts you off as she kisses you deeply, lips stealing away your breath as you're held in place by her. She places a slim finger on your lips. "Oh no, that's not how this works. If I don't get my monologue, nobody does." She moves up, and with a cry you feel your cock enveloped by her tight, almost crushing pussy. Septimus, she's so fit... you can see her flex her muscles, and you feel the harsh tightness almost drive you to climax right there.

But that would be pathetic.

You're not so weak to crumble beneath Anastasia like that. You've been given the chance to mate with her, to be her bedmate. You have to stay strong!

You dump the rest of your mana on Haste. This is going to be a long one.

You're forceful, kissing her back and grabbing the woman as you stand up, still buried hilt deep in her. Her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn't resist as you carry her to the wall, settling her down right next to it so she can use her hands to brace herself. And with that going, you let the cries of pleasure flow like a river as you continuously pump into her warm, wet hole, entire body trembling with pleasure. Every part of you aches, hypersensitive as you straddle the threshold to climax, but you don't. Hands on her hips, you pound your Goddess as fast as you can, her cries of pleasure resounding through the bathroom as you give it your all.

She's insatiable, and despite your best efforts she finds a weakness, turning around with a vicious smile and pushing you to the floor before enveloping you once again. She places a hand on your chest, her entire body flush with pleasure. "Mmh... No wonder Mother loves the knights... They're so... vigorous."

You can only moan in response as Anastasia begins slamming her body down upon your hips with all the force she can muster, which is enough to bruise. It hurts, but it hurts so good~

"Mooore..." you mutter, tongue hanging from your mouth as you focus on not blowing your load. But it's futile, and with a cry you sing your fingers into those thunder thighs and scream as your freshly crafted cock finally empties itself right into Anastasia. You tremble as the orgasm ripples through you, hips pumping into her while your Mistress just rubs her belly with a dreamy look upon her face.

"Ah... I'm sure your daughter will be just as feisty as you, Mia~"

You just nod along, breathing heavily as the cock manages to vanish from your body, chest rising and falling.

That is, until she presses her finger to your chest once again, and you're gifted another huge, throbbing cock.

"One round isn't quite enough, Mia. Let me see your... loyalty."

Everything aches, but it's Anastasia! With her by your side, you've got the energy to do everything. And then, it all clicks.

You've spent a lifetime being a stranger to everyone, never truly understanding them. But right now? Being ravaged by a superpowered angel to the point you start cracking the walls of her bathroom?

You're Home.


You are impregnated with a Demon of Wrath

Your child has the parameters 100 Strength, 98 Disguise, 100 on the shard.

Your child is a demon of Wrath, the warbringers, the fighters. Every demon of Wrath is born with a seething, unabating rage that can only be let out in the form of true, unadulterated passion. They feel other emotions, but all strongly. It is not uncommon to see a Demon of wrath wildly take their lover for rough, painful but oh so satisfying sex. Nor is it uncommon to see them scything through enemies on the field of battle.

Demons of Wrath are born ready to fight.

At 100 Strength, she (for all born from your womb are female, penis or otherwise) will be physically and mentally incredible, able to fight off many knights and go toe to toe with some of the strongest heroes in the land, should she have the equipment to do so

At 98 disguise, your child has unlocked two forms. The first is her 'human' form that she takes, a redhaired feisty warrior woman build similarly to Anastasia. The second is her true form, a powerful, muscular woman with the tail, horns and claws of a dragon.

At 100, she has gathered the fragments of the Primordial Wrath and has taken it into herself. She is the Pure Wrath demon, learning skills and abilities from the First Wrath. Her unique magic - Helfire, is a versatile ability that can damage the souls of her enemies or give her the strength of a hundred men.


The First Dragon was born of Wrath, a violent tempest of malevolence and rage that cut through the countryside. While it settled down and later spawned several lineages of its own, each also receiving blessings from the other Demons, Wrath remains the core part of their being. For no matter how wise, how good, or how lazy the dragon - when angered, the flames of wrath are stoked once again, and none in their path survive.

Wrath Demons have one final trick, done with their dying breath. The seething, overwhelming HATRED they feel for the one that slayed them is strong enough to manifest after their deaths in the strongest of Death Curses.


The worst part of living in a sequestered kind-of-cult is how you have to deal with repairs. Part of the issue with two superpowered individuals is that even stone can be fragile in the right circumstances. As you gaze down at Mia, bruised all over and barely conscious, you wonder how much this is all going to cost to fix. One of the sink basins you snapped in half trying to grip as Mia pounded you, there are several dents on the floor and you even spot a few handprints with cracks rippling out from them along the walls.

You pinch your nose in frustration. Being responsible for things sucks, and you didn't even get your monologue.

Oh well, there's always next convert.


When she awakens, battered and bruised, you finally manage to explain the whole 'demon' thing to Mia. She seem quite excited about 'repopulating the world with more of Anastasia's cute spawn', which was a little weird, especially when she seemed to rather enthusiastically suggest that a spot of genocide was a small price to pay for such a thing.

You're glad to have good help.

The next day you formally induct your Knight Order, and with Mia guiding them, the Knights Valkyrion are finally born.

(Gain 1 mental for finally creating your own army)

Speaking of being born, after several days of your spell of Hathor, you find yourself once again cumming your brains out as you give birth. Each time, the sensation grows more addictive and a little part of your brain idly wonders if Hathor the nun didn't get it right, and that true bliss wouldn't be laying down, pampered by your harem as you and them are repeatedly fucked and impregnated by your daughters until a legion of demons is ready to overtake-

Not yet

Soon your child is born. Or rather, 'child'.

It's a pulsating, glowing egg that despite your best efforts, you cannot hatch. Days pass, the egg growing yet larger until it is nearly the size of an entire room. Then, one day, it simply erupts as you're sleeping in, the sudden rush of Fire and smoke making you scream in surprise.

The smoke clears, and from within you see her, fragments of shell falling off of your body as she arises.

"Ah... Finally, thought I was gonna stay in that Egg forever. Yo, Mama. " She gives you a curt salute. "Thanks for going through the trouble of birthing me." There's a cocky, arrogant tone to her voice, but no malice behind it. You can tell she bares no ill will to you or yours.

The creature is radiant, her eyes similar to yours, but with the radiant red hair of Mia. She's clearly part dragon, if the giant tail, claws and scent of fire isn't point enough. You watch as she shakes the last of the eggshells louse, revealing her perfectly sculpted abs.

"So, not that I hate being looked at, but I'm prrrrreeeeeeeetty sure you're supposed to name me."


You take a long look at your daughter's abs, then nod to yourself. "Mercy," you tell her. A fitting name for a demon of wrath, for what greater mercy is there for your enemies than a swift death at the hands of a beautiful woman?

The Dragon mulls it over for a minute before nodding, smiling. "Yeah, Mercy sounds just right..."

Your fingers move towards her abs, the demon looking so proud you almost mistake her shard. God, she's just like a child of you and Mia, all grown up, you're barely resisting the urge to pin her down and fuck her senseless-

That is until Hope arrives.

Your daughter opens the door, and immediately Mercy changes. She bows, then kneels before your eldest daughter. Her tail swishes around not unlike that of a dog's. "Sister Hope, I'm ready to do as you will."

Your oldest daughter doesn't say a word, instead just petting Mercy's hair as her tail swishes from side to side.

It seems as if Mercy knows where she stands, a vast improvement over most other demons. Regardless, you can just feel the power in that form. Home has gained a new guardian, it seems.


[One month after the birth of Mercy]

Serenity is something of a problem child. While yes, you do admit that she is ever so soft and cuddly, to the point where you've had sleeping on her added as a reward for good service among your maids, she seems to lack something all your other daughters have.

Drive.

Mercy transforms into her human form often, sparring constantly as she seeks to refine not only her body but her fighting skills. Faith and Hope dutifully learn everything they can, but Serenity is just... chilling.

Every day she sleeps, and while you love your demon daughter dearly (As you do with all children born from your womb) there's something a bit sad about the whole situation.

Especially now that Hope is bullying her.

Serenity sweeps the floor in the hallway dutifully, grinning all the while. "Thank you!" Serenity says, bowing deeply. "Yes, I, Serenity, sure do adore cleaning and helping and not being useless!"

There's a moment of clear clarity there for a second before the fluffy demon clutches her head and begins to yell in frustration. "Hooooope, you promiiiiiiiiised no more mind control to get my to do stuff!"

Both Faith and Hope tumble out of a nearby toom, the pair of them laughing fully as your Sloth demon grumpily reasserts her own will. "I just wanna sleep..."

Faith shakes her head, flashing a smile with a missing fang. "Nuh uh! You're our sister, which means you're going to be part of our legion of the darned! We're gonna work you to the bone!"

"To the Bone!" Hope repeats, just as excited as her sister.

Serenity lets out a sad wail, crying for Mercy, but unfortunately Mercy is training with Mom and Mia in the woods where nobody will bother them. You almost feel bad enough to intervene.

"I can't work," she replies, wiping her eyes on her forearm-wool. "I-it'd hurt everyone..."


You head over, gently hugging Serenity as she sniffles. "There there, dear. It's all fine."

"IT'S NOT!" she shouts back, her voice trying to sound encouraging but not hitting the mark at all. "I-I wanna be helpful, but..."

You squeeze her tight, adoring how squishy she is. Septimus above, it's like her bones are made of of pudding. "Look, we'll try. If you really want to do something, we can try it, we can set up countermeasures."

Her trembling Sobs cease, and she looks up to you, her red eyes glowing slightly. "You mean it, Mama?"

You give her a supportive nod. "As long as it's productive..."

Your Sheep-like daughter nods, hopping in place with excitement, and then it begins.


You lose yourself in her fluff, a feeling of sloth overcoming your body as you find yourself back in your bedroom. You're not quite sure when, but someone's baked you a wonderful cake. You reach out to take some with a fork, bring it with you to bed, only for a soft hand to cover yours. "Don't worry, Mama. I'll feed you."

You can't say no, your daughter cuddling you as the cake is shovelled into your mouth, the delicious flavour almost completely overwhelming you. By the time you think to ask for something to do, you notice Faith and Hope, feeding from your chest, the powerful orgasm following soon after. Overcome by bliss, you lie your head back and let them drink deep.

When your nipples are finally empty and your children leave, you attempt to get out of bed, only to be stopped. A pair of hands drags your head onto the sinfully soft thighs of your Serenity, who opens up a book of lullaby's. It's not entertainment, but you just sit there, waiting as she pampers you on and on...

Until at last something breaks you from your bliss. Faith pokes your face with a finger, jarring you slightly from your bed. "Just five more minutes..." you murmur, letting that warm feeling overtake you once again -

Your daughter pokes you in the eye, leaving you seething in pain, suddenly shooting up. "What the hell, Faith!"

"It's been three weeks!" she shouts back, angrily.

You turn to Serenity, who has a sheepish smile on her face, pressing her fingers together.

That... felt like minutes. You were with Serenity for three weeks?


"Three weeks?" you almost shout, eye's wide with worry. "Faith, why didn't you or Hope wake me?"

Faith presses her fingers together, laughing a little nervously... "W-well, you gave us milk whenever we wanted..."

You pinch the bridge of your nose. Of course. "Serenity, that was... dangerous. Lovely, comfy but I'd rather you not do that to me yet. I've got things I need to do."

Your daughter stares downwards, sadness visible. "Okaaaay..."

That power though... with creative applications, you could very easily subvert an entire Kingdom. She could shapeshift as well... Serenity could replace someone, pamper them endlessly and turn into them to keep up appearances. This girl could topple a kingdom if she had the drive for it.

"But this power is very useful, Serenity. How would you feel about doing this for others/ Pampering them like you did me?"

"No other girl is as pretty as you, Mama, so I'd be sad... but I think I could manage."

Interesting...

You pat your daughter's head, and she lets out a warm sigh. "Don't worry, Serenity. I have a feeling you'll be very useful..."


You decide to keep her around for now. Serenity will be useful in the future. Regardless, you've got to teach ALL of your daughters that leaving you mind controlled is not an option. After a few days of no milk access, both Hope and Faith have learned an important lesson on not leaving someone completely incapacitated.


[Shortly after Mercy's Birth]

"So soft..."

Your mother let out a quiet moan as she lay in Serenity's lap, her Sloth-daughter gently patting her head.

The first meeting between your mother, her daughter (who is also your daughter and her grand daughter) is incredibly confusing from a genealogy standpoint but fascinating in how perfectly her desires match up with what Serenity can provide.

You've given your mother her cock with your Blessing, but you didn't expect Serenity to suck it dry between naps. Your mother absolutely adores Serenity, cuddling and squeezing her tight, treating her as a giant pillow.

It's cute, but Mercy seems nervous, almost impatient. That is until the door opens, and Mia walks in. The Knight lets out a gasp as she sees you and her daughter, rushing over to the two of you while taking off her cardigan.

"O-oh? Anastasia? Who's your... f-friend?"

Mercy laughs, wrapping an arm around Mia's shoulder. "You created me!" she says, Mia letting out a gasp of surprise. "I'm Mercy, demon of wrath, and your daughter."

Mia looks at you, then at her daughter, then at you again, pointing towards your flat belly.

"It only takes me about a week to make a demon."

"I... seeee." She looks up at Mercy, and as she stares between the two of you, you start to see the first signs of arousal. "So... Um... Mercy?"

The Dragon of Wrath grins, flashing teeth. "So hey, other Mama, I've got a question for you." The Wrath demon's clawed hand squeezes her tit slightly, and you think that you see Mia's legs wobble a little. "How do ya feel about incest?"

Mia splutters in the grip of her daughter, and you can only laugh in response. "I-I mean I know Lady Anastasia has the spell but do you even have the equipment for that?"

Mercy waggles her eyebrows, bringing Mia ever closer. "Care to find out?"

Your Knight blushes a crimson red, and you can't help but to squeeze her together between you and your new daughter. Caught between a pair of taller, buff women Mia practically melts, drawing a laugh from both you and Mercy.

"Didn't think she'd be so cute," Mercy says as Mia degenerates into the barely understandable babbling that she does while thinking it's internal. "I've got half a mind to-"

You shake your head. "Got to have her fighting fit, sorry."

Mercy lets out a depressed sigh. "Dang it."

You pat your daughter's shoulder. She's let you know of her powerful... urges. Apparently being a Wrath demon in a very supportive and loving environment is difficult. You try to take her out to burn her energy off in spars, but that's not enough and you're so busy. Maybe you should get Mother and Mia to train Mercy together...

Or you could just let her impregnate some sluts with that massive rod she has. You don't know where the girl managed to hide thirteen inches of dragon meat, but you envy whoever gets to experience something like that.

With Mia babbling away, you and Mercy bring her to the bed and chastely cuddle her, waiting for her to finally fix herself so that she can truly be introduced to her daughter.

Although... From what you've gathered, those she mates with should lay eggs that take several years to hatch... You let Mercy knock up a girl or two as a reward for being good.


[Several weeks after the birth of Mercy]

The Congregation of the Dukes is an annoying affair. Normally your father took care of it, but things have changed.

Your popularity has proven a pain in the neck. With so many vocal supporters, with you becoming an icon worshipped by the men and women of your duchy, you've gathered too much power. You are Duchess Regent, but the power you hold is eclipsing that of an actual duchess, meaning that your father cannot do everything alone anymore, forcing you to actually do things.

You stand around, hating how your feet hurt. You wish you were at home, fucking your maids.

Regardless, in the Imperial Palace, you were headed to see Kimiko and the kids. You have time before the meeting.


'Baroness Serenity' is a bit of a hit. With the congregation of the dukes, there are no shortage of other ranked nobles gathering like flies to a pile of dung, each of them attempting to network and improve their own social standing.

Serenity fits right in as a cute, adorable little nervous girl. You've trained her well for this. With her networking, scoping out potential targets, you leave to go find Kimi.

She's in her private garden as well, closed off to all but a few guards and yourself. Hope is playing with the twins, who have grown into adorable little children. Hope's actually quite handsy with them, acting as a sort of tutor, teaching the two of them some interesting knowledge, playing them off against one another. They're both very eager to please their 'big sister' Hope and the two fight one another constantly for her favour.

It's almost chilling.

"Welcome back~"

You slip into the recliner within the garden, planting a kiss against Kimiko's lips as you do so. Your submissive Empress lets out a needy whine as the two of you begin feeling one another up, but you do have a meeting right now so you can't get too frisky.

"Mmh... Seems like someone missed me."

Kimiko rolls her eyes. "Nope, not at all~"

Oh, she's being coy. You press into one another once again, the long deep kiss leaving both of you hot, but satisfying Kimiko's cravings just enough. She's putty in your grip and it doesn't take too long before you've pinner her to the recliner, her hands on your back as she struggles to not rip off your clothes.

When you pull back she's red in the face, smiling widely. "Missed you~" The two of you cuddle for a bit as you watch your children frolic, Hope training the Twins to love her above all else. "So, I've got a question, Anastasia."

"Go right ahead."

Kimiko squirms a little bit in your embrace. "So... were you always into just girls or did something change after the first time?"

"Why're you asking?" you reply, sensing that there's a story here.

"Well, ever since I started laying with you, I confess I've started seeing the women here in a... different light, and my attraction to men has waned."

Well, that's certainly interesting.


Your fingers gently run through her hair as the two of you cuddle. "It's normal, honestly, I've always found girls cute because... well... they are," you tell her, giving her a reassuring kiss on the forehead. "I think you're just finding girls a bit more attractive after being shown what's so attractive about them."

She gives you a poke in the abs, sticking out her tongue. "I wonder what could have made me awaken to seeing girls in that way," she murmurs.

"Couldn't tell you." you reply, with a great big grin on your face. The two of you break into laughter again, and a quiet falls over the pair of you as you watch Hope blindfold the twins and order their every move, helping them get delicious snacks which Hope then handfeeds to them. Man, those kids are going to be so fucked up when they're older.

The two of you just cuddle for a bit, and you debate bringing up a more serious topic.


As the two of you cuddle, you feel the time of the Duke's Congregation approaching, and so unfortunately, you're forced to take your leave, much to Kimiko's distress. You give her a long, parting kiss, and as you start to leave, an idea brews. "Oh, Empress. You should endeavour to come to my mansion soon. I've got something important to show you."

She flashes you a lewd grin, interpreting it as another weekend of constant fucking. Which might not exactly be wrong.

"I'll see you there, dearest."

With the promise secured, you leave the garden with a spring in your step and head right back into the palace proper. Serenity is actually doing pretty well conversing with some earls, but as you approach her she gives you a look that says 'Please I want to go home'.

Just another few hours, honey.

Leaving her in the bustling entrance hall, you continue further into the palace, following the guards until you are led into the opulent room you've been sort of dreading.

Around the table are three well dressed men, for this is the meeting of the Dukes.


There are three.

The first is Duke Kleist. He's the most junior of the dukes, popping in at around 35 years old. He's fit, terse and very rarely speaks outside of greetings, often just staring with a cold, calculating glare behind his glasses. While your duchy lies mainly to the northeast, his lands are to the northwest, making him one of your late husband's closest trading partners. He carries a black sword at his hip, and he looks as if he knows how to use it. Your father's lands are quite close to his, and while he's never said much, you seem to recall your father mentioning something about how he really appreciated the new road to Al'Kehir.

Duke Manfroy's duchy lies to the south west, his bordering the ocean and the Western Pact - a loose alliance of city states with no shortage of war treaties. The fat old man has more beard than face, with small, pudgy eyes and a hateful disdain for you that has endured ever since you built the road that severely cut his income. The only noble you know that exists on his lands is Earl Montgomery, and they used to have quite the cartel on Orichalcum, which has been shattered now that traders from the north can dig up Orichalcum from beneath the sands of Al'Kehir and move it over.

Duke Hagen's duchy to the Southeast, bordering the sea and the neighbouring Kingdom of Boh. Your duchy has a border with them too, though mostly across the Dragonmaw mountain range. The Empire's current standing with the Kingdom of Boh to the east has been quite chilly over the last couple of years, to the point where the Emperor stations a large number of troops there to protect the border there. Duke Hagen, as a result, has been more than a little annoyed at the lack of sea trade coming in thanks to the land route. Not having to cross the Canal in the western pact has really made things difficult for him. The Duke himself is a thin, wiry man with a nervous expression, his frazzled black hair always making him seem on the brink of a meltdown, but you can certainly tell that behind his looks there's a powerful mage.

The three of them stare at you as you take your seat around the table. The plush cushions and velvet armrests are the pinnacle of luxury. Eventually, however, Duke Hagen begins to speak. You half tune out as he goes in depth about taxation, that you're bringing in more revenue and so on.

Then they begin to speak of your two new projects. You've started a project you call "Belt of Prosperity" initiative, improving roads throughout the empire and allowing ships to pass through certain rivers, making it much easier to facilitate trade around the empire. Then there's the Magical Theory Research Centre you've begun to craft on the outskirts of Klettgau. You're reinvesting coin into magical breakthroughs, attracting several prominent minds. Which has lead to some respected and rich mages leaving to move to the Hesse duchy, eager to be a part of it once it completes.

You attempt to explain your reasons why you're doing it, only for Duke Manfroy to interrupt you.

"Duchess Hesse. Let me be clear. We've all heard the... treasonous rumours circulating around your Duchy." His voice is deep and rumbling. "We wouldn't want our Emperor to catch wind of a potential secession now, would we?"

Oh. He's trying to blackmail you. Hagen nods along, showing his support. It looks like pissing off the southern nobles with your road, combined with your popularity, has made them try and dirty you in the eyes of the Emperor.

Annoying.


You place your hand over your heart, feigning hurt. "Why, I wouldn't dare of ever thinking of something as terrible as succession!" The soft tone of your voice gives the other three pause, but you continue on regardless. "Emperor Lorthair and Empress Kimiko were so supportive after my husband's untimely demise. I owe the both of them a great deal. And my wonderful beautiful darling daughter Hope is such great friends with Siegmunde and Sieglinde, I couldn't ever tear them apart."

Curiously enough, that gets a snicker out of the ever silent Kleist, though after double checking he seems as impassive as ever.

You flutter your lashes, adding a bit more charm to the scene, much to the amusement of everyone but Manfroy. You open your eyes slightly, staring venomously at the fat duke. "Though... if there was a potential secession, surely you wouldn't keep such news from our Beloved Emperor away from him, would you?"

There's a hint of light brimming within your eye, and Manfroy startles slightly. "O-of course not," he murmurs, sitting back slightly.

"Good," you tell him, crossing your legs. "Let us not be at one another's throat due to the fancies of the common folk."

There's a murmur among the lot of them, and after some whispering between Manfroy and Hagen, the latter speaks up with a deal.

"Duchess Hesse, I confess I am very interested in the pursuit of the arcane arts, and as such your new facility intrigues me. Would you be willing to cut a deal? I shall assist in construction and send over some of our finest mages, in return for a slice of the secrets discovered."

The offer seems to annoy Manfroy, though he only shows it for a fragment of a second. You share the knowledge. It's the start of an alliance.


You're quite receptive to the deal, much to Duke Hagen's delight. The man seems to have a genuine passion, and your Keen Eye gleams the delight he just barely keeps hidden as the two of you hash out a deal. Construction and some of his mages in return for a stead stream of information. Those innovations can be turned into products and profit, and really, that's all it comes down to.

No doubt he's going to team up with the Duke Lard over there to try and share information, but when it comes down to it, you're fine with that for now.

Now, for the final part. Your infrastructure project. This is sure to make you a lot of friends, but it all depends on how much you are willing to pay.


You negotiate with the others, coming up with a list of reasons why Manfroy and Hegen have to pay a little more. Hegen gets a slight discount thanks to your earlier deal, but eventually your long lost of excuses and minute details is enough to get them to begrudgingly agree. You're rich, of course, but there's no reason to just piss away your wealth.

Eventually, the four of you make your deals, settle your accounts and by the end of it you're quite happy with what you've achieved!

(Your mental and social success has lead to you getting another free personal project during the next time skip, thanks to your great, hefty WEALTH. You have gained 1 Social and 1 Mental)

The rest of the meeting is naught but trading barbs and veiled pleasantries, until you're at last free from the hellish meeting. At least, it was productive.

Soon you're back in the Palace gardens, with Kimiko dozing off slightly while the children play.

Only Hope is doing something... strange.

"More," she says, forcefully. Sieglinde watches in fascination as her brother bends his finger further and further back. "Come on, Siegmund, you want the reward, don't you?"

"Hope... It hurts..." he mutters, pushing the finger further back, tears beading at his eyes.

"Don't you want your reward? Remember, no crying."

The infant seems to steel himself before there's a sickening crack and a muffled yell. Moments later though, everything has fixed itself, Hope healing the crown prince while feeding him some of the cake that you brought over.

"Good boy," she whispers. "That's another five points. You've nearly caught up to-" Hope's eyes go wide as she spots you. "Mama!"

After finishing off the healing with another burst of light magic, she runs away from the twins, hugging your leg tight. "I missed you, Mama!"


You gently ruffle your daughter's hair, and she looks up at you with a smile. "It's better to be subtle with this type of thing, darling. Breaking fingers and limbs is just a little too much."

Hope responds, shaking her head. "Don't worry ! I make sure to always do it when Kimi goes to sleep and nobody is watching! I heals it all back too! Nobody will ever know."

So she's aware it's bad, but she's doing it anyway?

"Do you have a plan for this, Hope? Just because they're your pets doesn't mean you should have them torture themselves."

Your daughter, to your surprise, actually does have a plan, and it's not simply wanton cruelty. She nods, and begins explaining. "The twins are really competitive, and both really like me, so I get them to do what I want! If they please me, they get points! I get to train them up and they get the points back!"

Points? "And what do they get with the points...?"

She puffs her chest out in pride. "The winner gets to marry me, of course!"

Oh.


Her plan is good, but there's a pang of pain in your heart as you realize that one day, this bundle of joy you love more than anything in the world is going to leave. She's going to become someone else's instead of yours. Dark thoughts start to brew about how you should be the one to marry her, once you figure out your anti-aging spell you'll live by her side as her immortal wife...

You sigh sadly, patting Hope's head. Sadly, you can't just marry your daughter. A bit too taboo, even for you. "Very smart," you tell Hope, your daughter letting out a cute childish giggle. "You deserve extra milk when we get back."

"Yay!" she shouts, hugging you again. "I love you, Mama!"

"I love you too, dear." You pick your child up and hug her close, the scent of flowers emanating from her hair calming you. "Such a good girl!" You press your nose to hers and she nuzzles back, giving you an intense glare with her eyes.

You go over a few specifics, not wanting Hope to get caught, and give her a bit of advice on how to keep things more deniable, though you don't outright forbid anything.

As you leave the gardens and begin to fly home, a question strikes you. "So, Hope, what did Sieglinde do to get so many points over her brother?"

Hope only laughs at that. "She's really determined and always beats him in the challenges!" The poor boy's going to grow up with no self esteem at this rate. You let out a laugh in response as the pair of you begin the flight home.

"WAIT!" you hear Lady Serenity say as she runs to where you took off from. "DON'T LEAVE MEEEEEEEEE~"


[One week later]

The entire estate is buzzing with activity as the Empress draws near. The finest drinks and food are prepared, for while they know that you're going to be bringing the Empress upstairs, few suspect the true nature of your relationship and they endeavour to make things as pleasant as possible for her and her guards. When Kimiko finally does arrive, however, you let her know she is to come upstairs, her guards overjoyed at the fact that they get to feast and dine on the most expensive of luxuries while you and Kimiko discuss a formal joint-class system of schooling for Hope and the Imperial Twins.

Or at least that's what the official story is.

The Empress is brought upstairs, all according to your plans... Keep Faith away from Kimiko for now. You're saving that for when Faith is a little older.


The setup is much the same as with Mia. You have your maids wait, and when Kimiko finally enters, they bow before her. The Royal treatment is nothing unusual for the Empress, but what follows is a scene from her wildest dreams. The mob of attractive young girls all begin to peel away her clothes, The Empress at first batting them off but succumbing as the harem renders the most powerful woman in the empire completely naked.

She even samples some of the merchandise, giving Kathleen a kiss as she's stripped and helped throughout the complex. Her face is flush with arousal by the time that she's lead into the bathroom.

You await her, completely naked. She stares not just at you, but the two identical girls beside you. Serenity has taken Mercy's human form, that of a red haired knight with a muscular, powerful body. The Empress thinks nothing of it, and simply licks her lips. "Interesting," she murmurs, stepping forward into your bath, the hot water.

"For so long, I've hidden it," you mutter, heart swelling with anticipation as you finally get to do your speech. Kimiko wades in the water to you, and you're fairly certain she's looking for a kiss, so you go through it quickly.

"My Darkness and machinations lay hidden for years, Kimiko. But now, I can finally reveal my true self to you."

She rolls her eyes. "Let me guess, you're not a respectable knight, you're a philanderer who steals innocent women from loving husbands? What a fiend~"

You let out a laugh. "No. Much worse. For you see, I am something new, the mother to end the current world order, to let it run red with blood so that my spawn can take what is rightfully theirs..."

You snap your fingers, both Mercy and Serenity transforming, eliciting a gasp from the Empress. Finally. That's what you've been looking for. "Demons..." she murmurs.

You grin wide. "Demons."

However, rather than prostrate herself, the woman just falls into your embrace, her finger circling a nipple while she pouts. "Well, this is what I get for accepting a deal with a demon I suppose."

That is not the reaction you expected. "Y-you're not surprised?"

Kimiko lets out a sigh. "No, it's just... a lot of things make sense now. Many years ago, I was... desperate. I consorted with the Dark Demon Manat in return for a boon. She restored my barren womb and replaced my superior, so that I may have a chance at seducing the Emperor himself. In return, I was to provide my firstborn as a bride for the Demon Most Dark, and to serve her willingly."

She shakes her head a little. "I thought I was free of the deal when I had twins, but seeing how Hope gets along with both, you've apparently been birthing demons," She points at your two daughters, who had some really great evil laughs prepared that shall sadly go unused. "It all makes sense."

"You're not... upset?" you ask, only to receive a warm laugh.

"Not at all," she replies. "I've thrown my lot in with the Darkness, dear. It's given me everything that I've ever wanted. Power. Children..." The Empress leans forward and kisses you on the lips, leaving you breathless. As you break apart, she flashes you a warm smile. "Maybe even love."


You give her a kiss back, repeating the declaration of love back to the Empress. For a minute, the two of you continue to make out, but something's... wrong.

You pull apart, and Kimiko looks at you concerned. "What's wrong, Ana?"

"It's just..." You look up at your two daughters, who are almost pleading. "Can we do the evil speech anyway? Mercy and Serenity were really into it-"

She rolls her eyes. "Sure." She waves at your two children, who sheepishly wave back. "Hello demon children."

"Hello Empress, Name's Mercy." Your Wrath Demon daughter's tail swishes from side to side, sort of awkwardly not knowing what to do. "The shy one is Serenity."

"H-Hi..." the sheep whispers back.

"So you're both Anastasia's children?"

The two of them nod, and Kimiko lets out a laugh. "Then don't let her down, really blow me away with this speech!"


You throw your head back and give your greatest evil laugh. Serenity and Mercy, both transformed, do much the same. The harsh, mocking laughter from the three of you is sure to rattle Kimiko. "No. Much worse. For you see, I am something new, the mother to end the current world order, to let it run red with blood so that my spawn can take what is rightfully theirs..."

You snap your fingers, both Mercy and Serenity transforming, eliciting an exaggerated gasp from the Empress. Finally. That's what you've been looking for. "Demons..." she murmurs.

You grin wide. "Demons. My beautiful, darling children, Kimiko, are all Demons. Long gone from this world, and it's time for them to finally return. I shall birth the next Damned Legion, all under the command of my darling daughter Hope!"

Your other two daughters slowly enter the water, pressing up against Kimiko's body as she struggles. "Y-You'll never get away with this!" she shouts, struggling but unable to free herself. Pinned between Mercy, Serenity and yourself it's doubtful that she even wants to escape, but you appreciate the commitment to the act.

"I'm not cruel to those loyal," you murmur, hands creeping between her legs, eliciting a gasp of surprise. Dragon claws grip her breasts with surprising care.

"The pleasure here is enough to make a normal mortal go mad." Septimus above, the way Mercy rolls 'pleasure' in her speech is simply sublime. Your daughter is so good!

Not to be outdone, Serenity presses her fluffy body against the Empress, over eager in her efforts. "Let us take care of you. The time of Man has come to an end, but you could be a mother to something far greater..."

You press your lips against her neck, breathing in deep as she moans. "I'd ask you to surrender Kimiko, but the truth is that you're too broken to even resist, aren't you~"

She lets out a wordless cry, and you cut her off with a forceful kiss. "Mmmistress..."

Your body shudders with pleasure, yes, that mewling cry, that look of absolute submission, that's what you live for. You cup her cheek with your hand and go in for another kiss, one she gladly reciprocates. Sure, she's faking it, but really, you so rarely get your evil speeches. At least you're keeping sharp.


"I can't wait!"

Mercy is thrumming with excitement as she waits outside of Elham's bedroom. You've had Kathleen wait inside, along with a few other friends while you prepped your daughter.

"You've been so good recently," you tell her, your daughter giving you a proud smile. "So use Kathleen to her heart's content, but make sure she feels good as well, okay? It's her reward too."

Your daughter gives you a wide grin, pointing to her thick package just barely contained within her panties. That monster's about thirteen inches hard, purple and covered in strange bumps. You're not sure how she manages to keep it hidden, must be demon magic, because you've seen her wear trousers without so much as a hint of a bulge. "Don't worry, she'll love it."

With the ground rules established, you open the door. Kathleen is there, dressed in lingerie. The Maid is nervous, of course, but the flush on her face tells you all you need to know about consent. "Umm, heya, Lady Mercy. I'm... ready to receive you now."

Your daughter lets out a vicious laugh as she rips off her clothes and dives towards the maid, sharp claws and teeth never touching flesh but shredding cloth and silk. While the two of them have their foreplay, you step over to the bed. Sahar and Nadir are tormenting your poor seer, and honestly, you want in on that. You sit on the bed, placing the girl in your lap as you prepare to watch the show. Mercy seems to be a big fan of the standing fuck, Kathleen's arms clinging tight around Mercy's neck as the dragon gets started. You've used that pussy more than a few times, so there's not much issue as Mercy goes for the initial insertion, aside from the farmgirl moaning in pleasure. She wraps her arms and legs around the dragon, not wanting to let go.

"I'm going to break you in good, fucktoy!"

There's an unexpected aggression as Mercy begins truly fucking Kathleen, the girl moaning in pleasure as that huge, throbbing meat is thrust in and out, the lewd slapping of flesh on flesh reverberating through the room. Kathleen lets out short gasps as she's fucked repeatedly, doing all she can to hold on as she's utterly violated. But she can't resist the pleasure, you notice her moving her hips in time to the thrusts, wanting your daughter's length buried in her utterly.

Sahar lets out a giggle before leaning down between Elham's thighs, the seer's voice hitching as a tongue presses against her flower. You just continue to lazily molest the Seer as Sahar and Nadir do their best.

Mercy soon tires of the position completely, and flips the girl around, wanting the audience to get a look at Kathleen's messy face. The Farmgirl can barely hold on, breathing deeply. Her face is a mess of tears and drool, but she looks happy, almost deliriously so. She has just a brief second of reprieve before Mercy starts up again.

You toy with the seer's breast with a hand as she squirms in your grip. "Look at how happy she looks," Nadir whispers, a shudder running down Elham's spine. "That pure, unadulterated bliss... And she's not even controlled, like I am."

Mercy pumps even harder, at this point using Kathleen as a sex toy, thrusting the maid up and down around her cock while the girl screams and groans. You can see the bulge her meat causes as it distends the poor farmgirl's skin, but the look on her face is one of utter rapture, her eyes rolled back in sheer pleasure. She wordlessly begs for more as Mercy picks up the pace, slamming the girl onto her meat faster and faster, Kathleen's whole body shuddering as she's brought to orgasm repeatedly while your stud of a daughter breeds her.

Mercy eventually tires of the whole thing, pressing Kathleen against a wall as she slaps her hips against the farmgirl's ass. Each thrust goes balls deep, the two of them moaning in tandem until at last your daughter cannot hold it anymore, shooting out a thick burst of hot cum so intense that some of it leaks out of the girl's abused hole. Cum drips down their thighs as the two of them remain in that position, catching their breath.

"Think about how good it feels to fall," Nadir whispers, the Seer starting to cry from shame and arousal both. Nadir's fingers slowly creep across her body, each touch a teasing, tantalizing treat. "An eternity of love and ecstasy awaits you, you just need just to stop lying to yourself."

The Seer squeezes her eyes shut, but isn't able to stop herself from yelling as Sahar's nimble tongue brings her to climax, panting. You give her a kiss on the cheek, the seer no longer resisting. Soon, she'll break. The temptation is simply too much...


And after all of that, it's not over. Mercy has a lot of pent up feelings, and you often hear her shouting for her 'slut wife', with an increasingly pregnant Kathleen running over to orally service your Draconic daughter. Over the days you assist her, healing her throat as she forces more of the meat down until her body's healed in such a way that she can take the monster in orally, much to your daughter's delight. The last few days of her pregnancy are Kathleen in bliss, being violently facefucked by your daughter while fingering herself until your daughter's balls were fully drained.

The two of them are inseparable, the sounds of their constant fucking reverberating around Home until at last Kathleen's treatment of the spell is complete, and she gives birth to a radiant, glowing egg.


Since she gave birth to such a lovely monster egg, you elected to give Kathleen another gift. That being another week as your daughter's fucktoy cumslut sex slave.

The two hit it off well, and soon Kathleen is swollen with child again. The puddles of wrath demon semen littered around Home is annoying, but eventually Mercy teaches Kathleen how to swallow properly and the issue solves itself. The second usage of Hathor's grace is quite fruitful. Beats how you normally just use it to accelerate the pregnancies of any girls you forgot to pull out of.

Oh well, an egg or two here, a couple of bastards in the orphanage there, nobody really cares.


[Several months after Mercy's first eggs]

[Timeline welding yay, shameless reusing of scene]

The days go by until you reach your twenty-third birthday. It's a relatively minor celebration. Your Mother and Father are scheduled to visit later, but in the morning it is only you and your Maids.

As you awaken, you smell the wonderful fragrance of Serenity baking a cake to pamper you with, and your servants have done what you specifically asked them not to - shower you with gifts. There's something profoundly wasteful about you paying your maids and them just returning the money to you through gifts. There's the normal; skimpy clothing, enchanted sex toys, flowers and magical items, but nothing super notable. With the presents open, you sit on your bed, taking a rare few moments to rest.

That is until they come.

"Mama "

"Mother."

You're greeted by your two daughters, Faith and Hope. Hope, being 4 and a bit years old, has grown up so well. Her speech has improved vastly, even if her pronunciation is flubbed at times. Her soft hair was white, much like her father's, and while her eyes were like yours most of the time, whenever she used magic you noticed that they flashed red. Clad in a white, frilly dress she looked absolutely radiant.

Faith, despite being the younger of the two, looked slightly older than Hope thanks to the advanced aging of the Pride Demons at work. She seems physically about 5 or 6, standing slightly taller than Hope. Faith seems to have rejected the look of the rest of the girls she grew up with and insists on dressing up in trousers and a sleeveless shirt. Faith often complains about how she feels "exposed" when wearing a skirt, but that might be because of the extra appendage she has down there. Like the rest of her sisters bar Hope, Faith's endowed with a thick flesh rod that is most likely going to be used to impregnate human women with Monsters. Her outfit's a bit scruffy an inelegant, but she carries it well. While you love her dearly, Faith often feels inadequate to her sister and has a bit of a... 'stick up her ass', so to speak. Her black hair and red eyes fit her well, and it's only when she really grins do you see her sharpened teeth typical of her race.

Your daughters look perfect together, Darkness and Light both together. Faith's looking pale and weak, as she so often does during the daylight hours, but she's made an effort to be here with you. The two of them hold presents out, small white boxes with bright red ribbons wrapped around, and you gladly take them.

"Oh? Are these for me?"

The two of them nod together, excitement within them building as you hold the two boxes. "I got you something really special, Mama!" Hope's eyes almost sparkle as she presses against you, hugging you tight.

Faith steps closer, but despite the faint blush forming she doesn't hug you. "N-normally I'd say raising me is all the payment you need, but my present couldn't be outdone by the staff..."

"Well now I'm curious as to what you've both gotten me!"

Even something as simple as opening a present is stressful with the sibling rivalry the two share. While it's not antagonistic, even minor hints of favour from 'mother' is enough to have them outperforming one another to get more.

Within Faith's box lies something that straddles the line between cute and horrifying. Faith's teeth shed often as she grows, but it looks as if she's kept her sharpest ones and strung them together into a necklace. There's a certain power behind it...

[Gain Item: Faithfang Necklace. Grants night vision.]

Hope's on the other hand contains an ornate vial with a cap that has silver wings going down the side of the tube. Within, lies a crimson liquid.

It's Hope's Blood.


Your final two gifts are also bodily parts of your other daughters. Did they all plan this? Did it go together? Well, whatever. Mercy gifted you with some of her scales knitted together with steel wire into the shape of a protective charm.

[Gain Item: Scale of the New Dragon God. Nullifies the weakness Ice magic has to fire. ]

Serenity used the excess wool that grew on her arms to stuff a pillow that smells and feels like her. You almost want to test it out but there's a slight worry that you might never wake up

[Gain Item: Pillow of Eternal Dreams - Gives an instant, restful 6 hours of sleep.]

They're pretty useful, though some part of you really hopes they don't do anything crazy for your 25th.


You're not entirely sure if your daughter knew what she was doing when she gave you her blood. She's always so coy when the topic of her demonic heritage is brought up, and at this point you suspect a hint of mischievousness behind the innocent, unknowing answers she always provides. At first you thought it strange, but that was until you tried healing the drop of blood. It... erupted, into a chimeric mix of tentacles, wings and eyes that you swiftly turned to Ice and destroyed. Then you used the maids.

It was the final piece of the puzzle you were missing. Attempting to force people to grow new body parts never really worked, even with your Dark Magic suggestions being as powerful as they were. But with a drop of Hope's Blood underneath their skin, that little droplet enabled you to make wings, additional appendages with next to no effects. You swiftly removed the wings off of your test subject of course, but this was interesting.

There was only a single downside to this you saw. Hope's blood liked to multiply from the new appendage, spreading to other, uninfected areas, and turning the blood within to blood similar to Hope's. You've termed this process 'monsterification', as from what you can see, applying Hope's blood and using it to make changes turns people into... not quite full demons, but demi-human monsters. While you understand the physical effects and managed to heal your maid without any lasting damage, you are a bit curious about the... mental effects.

When you apply it to the area just above your womb, you feel the blessing you have ripple and warp. For a moment, you think that it's done nothing, as any inspection just leads to nothing having changed, despite the drop being absorbed.

However, it all changes when you use the blessing of Freyr. The god of Life and Death was a curious one, crafting a miracle to assist in the spawning of more life. One of the stranger applications of his magic, but you don't complain, especially when it's so useful. And this crafted rod will spread life.

You feel something having changed when you craft the penis from your blessing. It feels thicker, warmer, but more specifically, there's something in the testicles that you can't quite displace. Upon further inspection, it makes itself clear to you. It's an... infection?

[Curse of the Forbidden Fruit and Freyr's blessing have combined! Having sex with a female infects them with Curse of Echidna - granting the same pleasure from birth/breastfeeding that the curse does, but making it so that they can only give birth to demi-humans and monsters. Rather than rolling for power, shard and disguise, they roll a single dice each for sapience and strength. The ability to spread this can be toggled on and off]

The spell is interesting. If ever the time comes to abandon your humanity, you'll be sure to help your daughter out by seeding the wombs of the innocent with monsters to assist in her takeover.

And while that is a delicious fantasy, you don't indulge in it right now, for the life of a Duchess is ever busy. Really, you're expecting something new to crop up any mo-

"Mistress!"

Sahar's voice catches you off guard, and you turn to the woman. Your experimenting can wait for now.

"What is it?"

"Elham! She-she's said she's had another vision."

You groan. "Of course she has."


"F-flee We need to flee! The wingbeat of Evil sends its ripples throughout the land, the miasma burning all it touches. Flee! The Unrighteous and the Just alike shall burn beneath the flames of the Dread Dragon - Prince of Darkness, the Winged Beast of Eternity. We must flee!"

Elham is in that delirious half-dream state as she rattles off the prophecy. It's not set in stone, but the fact that a dark dragon seems to be approaching seems set in stone.

You let out an annoyed sigh. You're going to have to do this, aren't you? The heroes are going to fail unless you help, aren't they.

You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. Of course. You already do everything around here, might as well stop this giant evil dread dragon or whatever.

FROM THE DRAGONMAW MOUNTAINS, IT COMES. THE DARK DREADFUL DRAGON. A SQUAD OF HEROES TO STOP IT. AND OF COURSE, THE DUCHESS IS FORCED INTO A HORRIFIC DECISION. LET THE DRAGON RAMPAGE AND SPEND HER TAX MONEY ON REPAIRS, OR SPEND IT ON THE SCENTED SOAPS FOR HER HAREM GIRLS?

THE DECISION IS OBVIOUS. THE MOST RELUCTANT HERO STEPS FORWARD, BLADE IN HAND. THE TAINTED VALKYRIE FIGHTING THE DARK DRAGON IN A BATTLE THAT SHE REALLY DOESN'T WANT

LADAY ANASTASIA - UP AGAINST -

THE DARK DRAGON'S DESCENT


If Empire-ending threats keep coming this quickly, Hope won't have anything to rule. You let out an annoyed sigh, resting in Serenity's lap as you think. So, giant dragon approaching, named the Dark Dragon. Medeus, Dragon Prince of Darkness, one of the strongest creatures in creation.

Surely this can't be much of an issue, right? It's just an overgrown lizard with a fancy name.

Thankfully, you're aware of where it probably is. The Dragonmaw Mountains. You can most likely find it and scout if you search just a little...


After some very basic prepwork, you take Mercy into the countryside. She's clad in her Knights Valkyrion armour the gleaming white plate with the black engravings of wings on the back. Far away from the sight of others, you begin your plan. You fly into the air, waiting as your Daughter joins you.

Her wings are those of crackling flames, with a massive wingspan and even greater height. She flies up with you, only setting a little bit of the countryside on fire which you rapidly fix with some Ice. Mercy can fly, as can all dragons, but she flies using her Helfire magic. Most fire mages could never dream of flying like she does.

Unfortunately, she's not 100% used to it, so you have to follow behind your daughter and assist her whenever she fails and starts to plummet.

After a few hours, the two of you are finally in the Dragonmaw mountains, a large mountain range of rock and ice. The jagged peaks are tightly packed, almost forming a wall in places. It almost looks like a row of teeth, hence the name.

There's a lot of wild life in the mountain range, but as you go further into the hostile landscape, you and your Daughter soon find a large boundary. All plant life through the boundary has withered and died, the animals and birds avoiding it completely.

The two of you slowly descend, looking around until at last you find it.

Resting in a ravine, atop a great deal of dead plants lies the dragon. A hundred feet long and twice as mean, it rests, slumbering. That is until you approach, and with a snarl it awakens.

"WHO DARES AWAKEN THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS?"

There's a shudder that runs through your body as he speaks, a potent miasma leaking from his mouth and spreading across the landscape. You initially think it does nothing, until you attempt to regenerate away some of the lactic acid buildup and find nothing.

[Dark Dragon Miasma! While in combat with a dragon, afflicted by Miasma. This prevents healing from all sources and all other effects that include healing until the dragon is destroyed]

Oh.

That's not... good.


"I am Anastasia Blumenthal-Hesse, Duchess of the Hesse Duchy, Mother of Demons, The First Demon Reborn. And this is my daughter. Mercy Blumenthal, The Primordal Wrath Reborn."

Your daughter does her best intimidating stance, cracking her knuckles, and the dark dragon seems to eye her with interest, looking at her hungrily. "INDEED... A FINE WOMAN. I SHALL ENJOY MAKING HER MINE AFTER I LAY WASTE TO THIS WORLD."

Something about that seems to really piss off Mercy, who's eyes seem almost ablaze. "Didn't you hear?" Mercy says, stepping forward. "I am the Primordal Wrath, whelp. Your entire lineage is descended from me. Kneel."

The Dragon watches the two of you for a moment before it begins to chuckle, the earth rumbling as it lets out a roar of a laugh. "HILARIOUS! SUCH A PUNY, NEOTENIC THING THINKS TO INTIMIDATE ME?"

The laughter stops, and the eye narrows. "THE TIME OF DEMONS HAS ENDED. I AM MORE POWERFUL THAN MY CREATORS EVER WERE. BOW BFORE ME, AND YOUR LIVES MAY YET BE SPARED."

"I only bow to one liege," Mercy murmurs, her eyes and hair starting to catch alight. "And it isn't you."

Well, that could have gone a lot worse, but it could have gone a lot better. Mercy's starting to get a little... heated at the exchange


Mercy looks right about ready to explode, and while you know that your daughter is strong, she's also very young. Your Mother was a match for you, and it took her an entire contingent of knights plus your father plus the Emperor plus your late husband in order to down it. With your Light magic hampered, you're not entirely sure about just letting Mercy fight. You couldn't heal if things got really bad...

No, the best thing to do is to convince this monster of something else. You place a hand on Mercy's shoulder, her rage cooling somewhat at your contact, and step forward to speak to the Dragon.

"To the west lies the land of a powerful demon lord, Prince of Darkness. She does not wish to fight, not yet. Such a confrontation would serve only mankind." It hurts to put on a submissive façade, but it's got the best chance of working out. "Go further to the south-west, beyond the Capital she calls her home, and begin with the humans there."

The Dragon seems to mull over that for a moment before letting out another one of his earth-rumbling laughs. "VERY WELL... YOUR DEMON LORD SHALL KNEEL IN TIME-" You gently squeeze Mercy's shoulder, getting her to calm down once more "-BUT YOU ARE CORRECT. FIGHTING BEFORE DESTROYING THE HUMANS ONLY STRENGTHENS THEM. I SHALL AWAIT YOUR LORD IN THE SOUTHWEST, ATOP THE CORPSES OF THOSE WHO STAND AGAINST ME."

His wings beat, and a thick miasma begins to settle around him again.

You don't wait to be told to leave. "Very well, Prince of Darkness. Good hunting."

The Dragon gives an amused chuckle, and not wanting to have things get any worse you grab Mercy by the horns and get the hell out of there.

Well, a dragon that can turn off your Dawnbringer...

At least it's not going to be attacking YOUR lands.


The two of you return home a few hours later. The dragon still isn't moving, but you imagine that after a few days he'll begin his warpath.


Your message to the emperor is rather simple. You let him know that you've been sending scouts into the Dragonmaw mountains recently and you've found some patches devoid of life, as well as large claw marks and scorched terrain. A Dragon.

To your surprise, he takes the threat quite seriously, reinforcing the Capital while taking some men away from the border to better protect the inner towns and cities of his empire.

You, on the other hand, get to work with your Knights. Calling your Mother and her Knights Lilium to action, your knights are given tips from the experienced, older ladies. And only a little bit of seduction between the two orders as well!

They're placed on Dragon Slaying exercises, how to avoid the breath, how to fight without healing, how to flank and pin it down, how to keep it from flying and so on. It's fairly solid, all things considered.

Finally, it comes times for you to recruit a band of heroes. The Adventurer's guild is best kept out of mind, what with it having an army of antagonistic misfits at their beck and call, but they come in handy this time. You decide to recruit... Some new but highly regarded fighters.


The financial manipulations are very easy. You know where the dragon is to strike, so you make a few investments into some insurance contracts here and there. You have some decoys scattered across the land but most of them are for the south-west. When the Dragon arrives, you'll stand to profit immensely.

The more pressing issue are the adventurers. You seek to pay a fair amount of money for the services of some adventurers, looking for the most highly skilled and powerful heroes. Most of them fail to respond, or rebuke you entirely. You almost start to give up hope until one day word comes that the Adventurer's Guild has found a group just right for your needs.

After flying out to meet them, you find yourself questioning all sorts of things.

"Aren't you three... a little young?"


The three young (Seriously, how old are they?) Heroes introduce themselves as Randy, Primrose and Poi, and despite your initial reservations, the three of them seem surprisingly competent. You sent Mia to test their mettle and the swordsman leader, Randy, managed to match her blow for blow. Assuming that all of the three are just as competent, you're quite confident that this team will make for perfect cannon fodder against the Dragon.

After testing the three of them, you send them off to rest and await your orders, only for a sudden shrill scream to catch you off guard. The adventurers all freeze in place for a second before running off out of the guild. Before you can ask what the hell is going on, someone breaks through the front door.

A young looking witch, barely dressed and with an air of arrogance around her.

"Ah! I see the Valkyrie herself has arrived. Despite the machinations of those in charge, I have discovered thine request for assistance against a monster most foul. Bow before me, and the Mighty Magdalene shall consider assisting."

The girl puffs out her chest while the rest of the adventurers and staff in the hall try really, really hard not to look at her.


You pace around the girl, her eyes following you as you move. You attempt to give her a show of cleavage, and with it you give her a flirtatious reply. "Oh, someone as cute and powerful as you could be useful. Perhaps I could... test your mettle?".

"Flattery shall get you nowhere, Valkyrie. For I have transcended beyond the temptations of the flesh." She turns her nose up even higher, and you're starting to see why she's not that liked around here.

You roll your eyes. "Oh, I meant in the physical sense. I wish to see what you can do before hiring you."

The Witch seems to pause at that, before walking out towards the back yard of the adventurer's guild where all the training dummies are. The receptionist pinches her nose as the girl walks outside, you following right behind. "Worry not, young angel of destruction. Behold! The power of the Witch of Destruction!"

She holds her hands out, two magical runes forming at her fingertips. She begins chanting in what you're fairly certain is Kimiko's tongue, though since you can actually speak it, it just sounds like random words strung together with broken grammar. Her hands clasp together, and a light begins to form between them. A ball begins to farm in her hands, bolts of lightning arcing off of it. Some of the bolts hit you, but they don't really... hurt at all. They sort of just tingle.

"It's time!" she shouts, throwing her ball of lightning at the testing dummy. "My most powerful spell! Indignation of the Gods - Lightning Bolt!"

She fires it, the spell shooting through the air at a somewhat sluggish pace until it hits the armour of the training dummy.

It leans back a bit, but doesn't seem that bad aside from some light charring.

Breathing deeply, the mage places her hands on her hips, looking up at you with all the confidence she can muster, which is... a lot. "Haah... How's... about... that...?"


MAGDELINE HAS RECEIVED A NEW QUEST - JUST AN ERRAND

Step 1: Take this letter from the Valkyrie, start quest. Return to her in her castle with the Furnished Baldric

Step 2: Take it to the Dwarven Blacksmith in Klettgau, receive a new furnishing for Thorn's scabbard

Substep 1:(Wait, he needs some assistance in the forge! Go to the forest and help the merchant who's caravan has broken down find materials to repair his wagon!)

Substep 2: (Escort the Caravan to Klettgau)

Step 3: Take this new furnishing to the Artist in Klettgau and use the Letter to get the painting imprinted on it

Substep 1: He's out of paint! Head to Al'Somayeh in the kingdom to the north to acquire the special dye from the Dye Trader

Substep 2: He's out of Dye! Head to the sands and collect 4 Cactusfruit to get the right dye

Substep 3: Can't harvest Cactusfruit without the right Cactus Handling Gloves! You can find them in the bazaar, but...

Substep 4: Clear out the rats in the basement of the tavern to get your cactus handling gloves

Step 4: Take the completed and newly painted furnishing to the Orphanage, hand it to Lady Oma

Substep 1: Lady Oma's unavailable, busy assisting the Valkyrie. She can only come back once a certain chore is taken care of, but she's too busy to get it done! Start off by heading to the Knights Valkyrion

Substep 2: Help the Knights Valkyrion polish their armour

Substep 3: Get invited inside for tea

Substep 4: During the tea party, find Lady Oma and acquire the Baldric

Step 5: The Baldric is unexpectedly ugly! Lady Oma gives you a letter to get the Baldric Covering by visiting the Blumenthal Estate

Step 6: Convince the Knights Lilium to grant you access to the Blumenthal Estate

Substep 1: They really need a drink, but only the freshest of water will do. Gather water from the nearby Holy Spring

Step 7: Convince Coredelia Blumenthal to hand over the Baldric Covering

Substep 1: She will, but first it needs to be made, and she needs her tools. Find the Golden Thread & Needle from a specific farm in the Wildlands

Substep 2: Find the needle within the haystack in Mable's Farm

Step 8: Get the Golden Thread from Mable by trading her one 'Kathleen's Letter'

Step 9: Speak to Lady Oma. Remember the description of Kathleen and choose the correct maid.

Step 10: Kathleen sends letters along with pay to her parents. Pick up her backpay from the Imperial Bank with her letter

Substep 1: The letter needs the official seal of approval! Head back to the Valkyrie's castle to get the seal of approval

Substep 2: Help the butler find a new source of Wax by speaking to several merchants in Klettgau

Step 11: Return the letter and Backpay to Mable in return for the Golden Thread

Step 12: Bring the Golden Thread and Needle to Cordelia Blumenthal to get the Baldric Covering. However, it also needs the Baldric Decoration in order to create the Improved Baldric

Step 13: Head to the Emperor's Palace in Lumen City

Step 14: Attempt to enter the Emperor's Palace

CHOICE! Either:

Return to Cordelia and ask for a letter to get in

OR

Sneak In

Step 15: Speak to Empress Kimiko and ask her for the Baldric Decoration

Step 16: The decoration needs just a little finishing touch! Take the Imperial Mandate for the Fallen Angel Gem

Step 17: Trade the Imperial Mandate for the Gem

Substep 1: Solve the father-son relationship so that the jewler's shop reopens

Step 18: Return to Empress Kimiko with the gem, so that she may craft the Baldric Decoration

Step 19: Ask the Tailor for a favour to sew the new decoration onto the Baldric and the Baldric covering to make it an Improved Baldric

Step 20: Help the Tailor by sneaking into the Rival Tailor's store and stealing the supplies (Don't get caught!)

Step 21: Return to Lady Oma and combine the Improved Baldric with the Furnishing to get the Furnished Baldric

Step 22: Return the Furnished Baldric to the Valkyrie.


Reward: 10 Silvers, Keyring, ability to brew a new type of tea.


You just barely suppress a small smile at how eagerly she accepts your meticulously crafted quest. She probably hasn't even noticed that you use the vines of your sword to attach it to you so you have no need of a baldric. It should keep her out of your hair though.

"What a quest!" she shouts, the mage thrumming with excitement. "Worry not, Lady Valkyrie! I shall finish this post-haste!"

You barely have time to speak to her before she grabs the letter from your hand and begins running.

Haha, poor girl. This'll keep her busy for long enough for you to slay the dragon.


The rest of your days are spent training up you and your knights, along with the young but surprisingly effective Heroes. But all that comes to an end the day you spot a giant dragon flying over your duchy, the sounds of terrified screams audible as the kingdom prepares itself for another dragon attack.

Well. This is what you've been preparing for... Wait a day to hear news of where it will land. Sure, Manfroy's duchy will get broken a bit, but the dude deserves it.


Your Warband is soon ready. It's not just you, but the mysterious "Strongest Fighter" of the Knights Valkyrion known as The Merciful one along with not just the Knights Valkyrion, but the Knights Lilium and the adventurers as well. After confirming where the dragon has landed through the use of your flying wind mage scouts, you and your knights sally, heading off to slay the first dragon in a few decades.

Your group travels fast, over two hundred individuals galloping towards probably doom on horseback, all to save the Empire from a threat like none other. Or at least that's what the peasants think of your group. Realistically speaking, it's not actually that bad, you can probably wipe out that dragon. With all the talent you have gathered, it shouldn't be too hard to take down.

As you get further into the southwest, you spot the the trail of destruction left by the Dark Dragon. Entire towns have been completely destroyed, along with caravans of refugees. Now sure, some would consider it evil to orchestrate a rise in food prices so that your food producing region of the empire would massively benefit now that there's an abundance of hungry, poor refugees, but you just consider it entrepreneurial.

The destruction is evident through the countryside, some parts of the ground ruined by the miasma, others having been destroyed by breath or claw. Eventually, however, you find some refugees looking a bit more... fresh. They're clad in partially destroyed clothes and claim to hail from a nearby mining village.

They tell you what you need to know: The Dragon has touched down upon one of the Orichalcum mines, and his disruption lead to an abyssal rift, with all sorts of terrible beings coming to fight it. They claim it started with some smaller abominations but now there's a giant tentacled monstrosity wrestling with the dragon, at which point they wisely decided to abandon ship. It's only a few hours ride away.

You're reaaaally starting to get sick of this whole 'hero' shit.


"Thanks for the help, young mage!"

The Merchant tips his hat at you as he begins to ride away. With the shipment to the Forge all done, that dwarf will finally be able to get the furnishing all complete! Sure, it took you a few days to find the merchant, but it's all looking good after that initial hurdle.

You rub your hands together, smiling wide. Soon you'll get the reward from the Valkyrie, and with it, the prestige that you so clearly deserve but so few others give to you. Soon the world will fear and respect the Mighty Magdalene!

You've just got to get this furnishing from the Blacksmith and maybe do a little bit extra, then you'll have the quest completed. It won't take long at all.


The small mining town of Kolmanskop is a complete shitshow. You and your knights watch from above as the town is torn a new one. There's a large portal to the Abyss that's probably not going to close until someone defeats the Abyss-Megalodon that's currently trying to stuff the dragon into one of its maws. The miasma permeates all of the streets, making it quite unlikely that you'll even have a chance to fight it off.

Smaller abominations run rampant throughout the street, and the cries of civilians have long since been silenced. It's quite simple, really. You have two major objectives.

#1 - Defeat the Abyss Megalodon fighting the dragon

#2- Defeat the Dark Dragon

In attempting to get close to them, there are going to be some lesser Abominations from the Abyss that will attempt to hamper you.

You've got the following resources available

~100 Knights Valkyrion

~100 Knights Lilium

Your Mother

Mia

You

Mercy

The Adventuring Party

A Miasma covers the battlefield, limiting healing. It's tricky, but there are roughly three steps to this plan.

#1 - Clear the way into the city

#2 - Off the Megalodon

#3 - Deal with the Dragon

If there's any time for clever plays, now's the time... The Dragon's Miasma is a pretty big issue. Healing is more or less disabled, and why it's annoying that you can't use your dawnbringer, it's rather more worrying that none of the healing spells will work. Which means that whoever gets hit stays down for the rest of the fight. The Dragon is constantly making more of it, the aura surrounding his body. Even after blowing it away, getting close enough to strike it with a sword will make you fall under the spell of his dangerous Miasma.

However, getting rid of it will make clearing the town of the smaller abyss creatures far safer.

Gathering some of the finest Wind mages in the two companies of Knights, the lot of you, about ten in total, join hands and cast a gust of wind together. The resulting storm sends the gigantic cloud of putrid malice far, far away from the town, probably to ruin some of Duke Manfroy's farmland further.

Good, Fuck that guy.

With it blown away the stage is set.


The lot of you split into three distinct groups. The first is that of the Knights.

Their goal is simple. Fight through the town on foot, taking care of any abyss creatures in the way. They need to purge what they can until they get to the town centre where the two giant monsters are currently fighting.

It's a difficult task, but not one that they're entirely unprepared for. Your knights are prepared for this sort of thing, mainly thanks to the additional training that your Mother's knights have helped to provide. All in all, you're quite confident that they'll manage this just fine. The Miasma being gone means that they can heal, so there shouldn't be too many casualties.


The Knights are a shining bastion of hope, and it almost fills you with pride at how well they execute their orders. Assisted by the Demon you gave Mia, Lord Legatus, the lot of them carve a bloody swathe throughout the town. The gleaming white plate becomes slick with oily black blood as the creatures of the abyss fall before them. They're a well oiled killing machine, with the Large Demon taking the brunt of the attacks while the Knights use their blades and magic to make short work of the beasts. You outfitting them with Orichalcum Blades has proven to be a worthwhile investment, as they cut through some of the more heavily armoured foes with ease.

The success fuels further success, the Knights getting caught up in their own power. It's their first incursion, many of them nervous, but the overwhelming success, and being lead by the Knights Lilium, ignites a hunger for further battle.

"For the Empire!" cry the Knights Lilium.

"FOR ANASTASIA," comes the reply from your own.

Together, districts are cleared, the momentum increasing as they destroy all that the abyss has to offer.

They come to a small issue with one of the creatures. A fully fledged Orichalcum golem, in the flesh. The creature of molten metal is normally a worthy foe, but with a demon absorbing the brunt of the damage, your 200 angry, horny knights make quick work of it.

Soon the core is exposed, and with an overly flashing Flame Eruption, Mia dives into the centre of the beast and through to the other side, covered in goop and golem-core.

The party of three Adventurers are given the unenviable task of fighting off both of the large creatures. However, despite their young age, they're plenty competent. With the two creatures fighting one another, all they need to do is to distract, take potshots and let them weaken one another while the party whittles them down. It can't be that hard!


The lot of them try and fail to strike down both of the beasts, the area of effect miasma and flailing tentacles from the creature too much to deal with. Their attempts at potshots are alright, but fail to deal any lasting damage. After narrowly avoiding being crushed, the three of them retreat, leaving the Dragon to fight the Megalodon while they join up with the knights. It looks as if they want a combined attack.

You and Mercy watch the battlefield from the sky. 'The Merciful One', as she is known, is a freakishly powerful Fire mage who many believe outclasses the Captain herself. The Merciful One rarely speaks, and is a mystery to the knights. But now, Mercy is with you. The Adventurers don't manage to do much, but you spot the deathball of knights advancing. Soon they'll be right where they're needed.

"You ready?" you ask your daughter beside you.

She simply nods, as the two of you prepare to unleash your strongest attacks...


The two of you stand side by side as you begin to charge up your strongest abilities. A part of you wants to go down and do a long chant, but that might be really embarrassing if it doesn't hit correctly.

Two targets. The first is the Dark Dragon, a winged beast covered in dark miasma. The second is the Abyss-Megalodon. A gigantic creature with a body like a tangle of vines tipped in sawblades, with it having a head of a shark, and within that head a maw of near indestructible jagged teeth. It looks almost made of oil, shimmery, black and goopy visually, but hard as metal to the touch.

The two of you remain there, above the battlefield as you shift into your Dawnbringer, some of the knights pointing up in awe as the familiar glow of light begins to pour off of you. You're a shimmering star, and next to you, your daughter is burning.

An orb of flame begins to grow in front of her palm, streaks of light and darkness combining within the sphere. It pulses between all sorts of colours, until it settles on gold. Mercy grunts as she pours more mana into her orb, the spell growing bigger.

Not to be outdone, you grasp Thorn with both hands and hold the sword up into the air. You pour all the Light magic pouring off of your Dawnbringer and more into the blade. Motes of light emanate off of your body and are absorbed into your sword, the blade glowing brighter with each second until it's a gleaming bright white. The light continues to grow, geysers of brightness flaring off the top as it continues to grow until it eclipses even you in size. Everything is almost drained out of the Dawnbringer as your sword pulses with power.

You spare a glance to the side as Mercy's golden orb momentarily flares out, consuming her completely and utterly. The flames flow within her, until your daughter glows golden herself, The glow slowly concentrates into a single point, moving across her body until her gauntlet is pulsing with a golden light.

The two of you look at one another and nod.

"Go! Holy Ray of Light - Purgatorio!"

"FUCK OFF AND DIE! CRIMSON HELL FLARE"

Your attacks light up the sky. Your sword cuts a gigantic golden slash across the two, slicing through the clocktower at the centre of the town as the golden sword swing slams into the two. Mercy's attack isn't a slice, rather, she punches with her glowing gauntlet, a giant dragon's claw of golden light coursing from the sky and closing shit just as it gathers around the two, before exploding into geysers of flame.

Both the enemies let out screams of pain, and with that, you and Mercy descend upon the two, ready to join your knights in the fight. They're both bleeding and bruised, some of the Megalodon's tentacles sliced off and unable to heal thanks to the burning flames, while the dragon sports a long gash along its body from your light, as well as the imprint of the claw seared onto its body with a golden flame that refuses to go out.

You've damaged them both, they're going to be a lot weaker, but they've still got a fight in them.


The next few minutes are a tempest of cries and shouting as you and your knights work to deal with the two massive creatures. Some of them are on Megalodon duty, cutting away tentacles and keeping it from rampaging through the use of Ice & Earth magic to create barriers while it's weakened with other offensive magic. The rest are on the Dragon.

The Dragons' Miasma cuts away healing, and as you and Mercy fly towards it, the eye of the dragon narrows. "YOU!" it shouts, seething in pain. "ETERNAL TORMENT WILL BE A MERCY COMPARED TO WHAT I SHALL DO TO YOU!" Oh thank goodness, he's vague.

The Dragon lets out a roar, only to be stopped as the tentacle of the Megalodon tightens around its neck. With you and the knights at your back, it's time to take this giant lizard down!


You and your Knights work together like a well oiled machine. The Heroes do their best at suppressing the Megalodon, and this time it looks as if they have their shit together. The two mages cast powerful wind and lightning magic at the abyssal beast, making it roar in pain as the swordsman scales up its side and begins stabbing the sword and tearing large holes into it whenever he can.

Your Knights are likewise effective, the lot of them harassing the Dragon with spells while occasionally leaving room for massive blows from some of the magical heavy hitters. As you fight and strike it, the Knights do their best to keep it in place.

That is until Mia gets an idea.

Using an Earth mage to help her climb onto the roof of a building, your Captain flies with her flame-acceleration combination and stabs her spear right into its flank, through the wing. The burning tip is buried deep, quite literally pinning the wing to the dragon.

While she's left weaponless for the rest of the fight, you don't deny that it's a very solid move.


You want the monsters dead. You surround yourself in a storm of ice and snow, and enchant your blade with frost before jumping right atop the dragon, thrusting your icy blade into its back. It bucks, breathing flames that miss their targets as it tries to dislodge you. The issue is that he has so many targets, all of them so nimble that the Dragon struggles to do much at all. The giant tail swing is stopped by a pillar of ice cast by your mother, and with Mia pinning it to the ground, it can't just fly away. It tries to knock the knights swarming it by crashing into buildings, but they're simply too quick for him.

The Megalodon fares little better, the knights keeping it contained and tearing off the limbs while the Hero beats it up in such a way you can only really classify it as 'styling' on the Abyss Megalodon, swinging from appendage to appendage and turning it into mincemeat as the mages stop the ranged attacks and keep the head from doing anything lethal.

Mercy hammers at the parts of the dragon still on fire, causing the flames to flare up and fresh wounds to appear. A mix of burning Helfire and soulrending Frost must be unpleasant for any creature, especially without an exit path.

You keep stabbing, slowing it down and draining its Soul with each hit, until at last the dragon begins to slow down. You can feel the flickering of its life start to ebb, and the Dragon opens its maw.

"MOBBED BY HUNDREDS - A COWARDS VICTORY. AND YOU SHALL PAY THE PRICE, ANGEL OF LIGHT. IN THE NAME OF THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS, MEDEUS-"

You feel the world itself start to twist and distort, the dragon's life nearing its end and reality buckling as a curse is prepared. One to... end your life.


Unfortunately for the dragon, you know what kind of tricks it is up to.

With the wind at your back, you leap from its back to the neck before dropping right down in front of his chest. You hear a heart wrenching cry of despair from your mother and Mercy, but you tune that out as you concentrate on letting the mana flow. You've never done it one something this large before, but what a better time to test drive your magic?

"VALKYRIE, I CURSE YOU TO PERI-"

Before it can complete the chant, you thrust your blade into the beast's lungs, his words whimpering as the sheath of air surrounding your blade sucks away the vile dragon's last breath. The curse turns into a gasp, and with a heroic yell you cut further and tear the very fabric of the curse from within the dragon.

His final breath taken away, the dragon collapses to the ground, miasma slowly starting to recede as the beast is finally slain.

You take a look down at your blade, only to notice something odd. Your Last Breath spell took care of the curse, but instead of the purple haze you noticed before, your blade seems to be cloaked in a dark, malevolent aura. One that very well may persist even after striking. It looks as if between the Dragon Blood already present on Thorn and your Last Breath absorbing a curse, you've somehow managed to trap the curse within Thorn.

(Thorn has been upgraded!)


"How long is this freaking road!"

You let out a cry of anger as you continue along the hot road. The last caravan you hitched a ride on kicked you out a couple of hours ago, and now you're just miserably walking along the road to the Kingdom of Sands to the north of Klettgau. It's kind of scary, being in a foreign country, but it thankfully seems safe so far!

You've got water left, at least, but the distance is quite staggering.

"Why is his paint maker friend so far away!"

You kick the sand, sending a spray of it that very quickly ends up in your eyes and mouth, and with that you can't take it anymore. You get on your knees and cry the pain away, baking in the northern heat.

"I HATE THIS QUESSSSSSTTTTTT!"


(Thorn has been upgraded with the Curse Of Medeus. This sword now oozes a flow of Dark mana and inflicts damage over time to whatever it hits, stacking with each hit.)


The Dragon falls, and while your glowing, upgraded blade is certainly interesting, there's the issue of the abyss creature. It's looking quite hurt, yes, but it's nearly dead. The biggest issue is the portal. You think you can hear the chittering of more Abyssal creatures incoming. If any more big ones get here, the portal could stabilize and that'd be... bad.

It's all about downing the Megalodon...


Right You haven't lost a single person today, and there's no way you're going to let it happen now.

You raise your sword tot he sky, gathering the light, only when it mixes with the curse it begins to act... strange. The Light becomes tainted with the darkness of the curse dwelling within your blade, the radiant gold and white light turning into motes of red and black. The dark, harsh light hurts to look at, but you gather in anyway, it building, pulsating larger and larger until at the top of the geyser of light lies a Dragon's roaring head.

The energy is overwhelming, your armour popping off as the black light gathers up your arms. The world stands still, and with a mighty yell you slam the sword down, the powerful blow sending the mean of light hurtling towards the abomination -

It tears through the oily skin, the metal underneath, the flesh beneath that, cutting straight through. The light burns and consumes all, shredding it to pieces as your blast finally kills the oversized monstrosity.

Steam billows from your body as the oil-like portal to the abyss closes and it finally dawns on everyone that you won.

(Congratulations! No casualties)

(Uh oh! Loot distribution time!


There s an eerie silence that follows as those around you attempt to process what happened. Sure, having a giant blade of darkness come from the Valkyrie might be a little bit worrying, but it's secondary to the fact that you've won.

With the portal closed, the air finally returns to normal, the body's natural apprehension to staying anywhere near the abyss finally starting to fade as your winning is made clear. Of course, the silence lasts for just a moment.

Several seconds later, you're mobbed by both Mercy and your mother, the both of them crying and babbling incoherently about 'death curses' and 'recklessness'. After you reassure them that it's all fine, you manage to get them to leave you alone for just a moment.

Now that your family is pacified, you fly slightly above the ground, holding your cursed blade aloft. "Knights and Heroes! Together, we have slain not just a Dragon that threatened the peace of our Empire, but a foul abyssal incursion. While some are injured, our might was such that even with the strongest the world had to throw at us, we fought back with barely a casualty to our name!"

You let your sword pulse with the dark spirit of Medeus, the sword seething in anger. "The Dragon's final curse lies sealed within my sword. I have already lost one to such a curse. And I promised that I would not risk any of your lives on the same."

The Dark light shines from your sword, and despite the ominous optics, the knights begin to cheer. "Tonight! We reap our reward for our hard fought battles! While politics and greed may malign us in the future, tonight is OUR night!"

The Knights begin to cheer at the speech, the crowd of 200 some individuals yelling.

"May the Empire Reign Supreme!" cry the Knights Lilium.

"Cheers, to the glory of our Lady Anastasia!" cry the Knights Valkyrion.

The crowd erupts into chaos, and you're left the unenviable task of divvying up loot


(Your loot!)

1 Dragon Corpse

This copse contains the following:

Several bones, all of which make cool Dragon weapons

x2 Dragon Wing Membrane

x20 Dragon Claws (Can be crafted as legendary quality weapons or tools)

x3 tons of high quality Dragon Scale (Helpful in building armour and shields)

Draconic Flamesac (High quality item that spreads Darkfire and Miasma)

Several tons of luxurious Dragon meat

x92 lesser Abyssal Abominations. Their bodies are low quality, but when refined, one of them produces about enough orichalcum for a single blade.

x1 Intact Orichalcum Golem - This provides enough Oricalchum to outfit a company of knights in Oricalchum armour, such an expense is large enough that it'd make the Emperor balk a little.

x1 Shattered Golem Core - Still resonant with Abyss Magics, worth a great deal as research material.

x102 Abyssal Megalodon Teeth - Teeth that despite being hard and unbreakable as metal, are sharp enough to cut a hair that falls against it. Very powerful as a spear tip and the basis for very high quality weapons, such as Galkrond.

x1 Abyssal Megalodon Corpse - Low quality orichalcum, but if you were to take the body it'd provide about as much Orichalcum as the Golem

x40 misc 'valuables' taken from the destroyed homes


The looting goes quite well, all things considered. As you do the tallying and gathering, the Knights get together and begin a massive feast. You still have supplies of mead and water, and Dragon Meat is utterly sinfully delightful. There's a lot of Dragon, and it's going to be a struggle to get it all back home , so a little bit of feasting fits naturally. The mood is positive, there are no companions to bury, just loot, stories, alcohol and a bunch of homosexual Knights frolicking.

While they party, however, you're looting. The Adventurers get their cut first, a sizable chunk of Orichalcum each for them to forge their own weapons. The three kids look upon you with wonder in their eyes as they're given the material for their new weapons.

"The three of you performed very well," you tell them. "Get some new weapons, and I'll... keep in touch."

The lot of them look incredibly happy with what they got, and as such, the morning after the three of them have left, leaving you to drag the loot back home.


It takes a few weeks to sort things out, but eventually you manage to get everything chopped up and returned to your home to sort out the last of the Loot.

The Emperor wants his due. He never brings it up, but you can feel the expectation, and you don't disappoint. For the Empress, you give her a cloak made of the membrane of a Dragon's wing, the black magical material serving as protection against some forms of magic. Meanwhile, the Emperor gets the Head of the dragon as a trophy, with the teeth intact. The man would very much enjoy having a Dragon head mounted somewhere in his palace. Some Frozen Dragon meat sweetens the deal, but what actually seals it is the armour and weapon set you make for the twins. It's mainly ceremonial, but it should fit them when they grow up. Siegmund gets a jet black set of armour with golden trimmings, evoking the holy light that he possesses. Sieglinde's armour is shade of sunset orange, with platinum embossing of Mountains over her chestplate. It's half spectacle and half practical, something the Emperor enjoys very much. He can just buy any materials he needs, but a gift like this just showcases the bond between you and your families.

The Knights Lilium get a fair amount of Orichalcum, the lesser abominations as well as a chunk of the Megalodon, enough to give everyone in the order a brand new sparking weapon. Even if the Knights don't wish to upgrade, a sword could sell for a sizable amount, something that they really seem to enjoy. You had to dip into your pile, but for your mother's knights it was no big deal. There are a few grumblings about what was deserved, but the fact that you and Mercy did such a strong opening barrage, plus Mia's sealing of the wing and you landing both killing blows has lead to that sentiment being quiet, at best.

They're all aware that you and your knights did the most and thus you deserve the lion's share.

But as you finish tallying and settling everything, you can't help but to think that you've forgotten something...


"Ya doing well, little Maggy?"

"Yep! Thanks Mable!"

This step of the quest has taken days, but you're finally nearing the completion. You've managed to find the maid of Anastasia, Kathleen, who asked you to send across her letter and her backpay to her family in the Wildlands. You obliged, and with that, you managed to gather the coinage for her pay packet and the seal. Sure, you had to fight a giant bee in order to get the wax for the seal, but it was all worth it in the end. Kathleen's mother, Mable, was overjoyed to receive the large amount of cash, and she finally traded you the Golden Thread.

The Golden needle was proving to be difficult, but after a solid week of playing in the haystacks, there's only one more.

Thankfully, Mable seems to have a bit of Empty Nest syndrome, and is letting you stay for free while you search for the needle in the haystacks.

"Fufufu..." You laugh to yourself as you consider Anastasia. She's underestimated you! In no time at all you'll manage to find the needle, and then you can return it to Cordelia Blumenthal so she can make the Baldric Covering so you can use it to improve the Baldric and get this stupid fancy belt all finished.

"You'll see, Anastasia!" you shout as you sort through the haystack. "The time of the Mighty Magdalene is nearly here!"

You close your fist, only to feel the sharp sensation of pain as the needle goes through your hand. Tears begin to fall from your face, not of sadness, but of pure joy. You've finally found it!

VICTORY IS NEARLY WITHIN YOUR GRASP!


With the Oricalchum and the items within your grasp, you have to consider what to do to them. Melting down the corpse of the Megalodon will take a little bit of time to properly be able to be used. However, you still have a lot of leftovers...


Shortly after the defeat of the Dark Dragon


You normally have quite a good grasp on your emotions, aside from lust, anger and the desire to make grandiose evil speeches. But Nervousness isn't something that you've had an issue with. Yet the start of it, apprehension, is clearly building.

Your experiment is one of a kind. Nadir has had your mental adjustment hooks in her for years now, changing her completely and utterly. She's grown accustomed to it, but more than anything else you want to see how she is without them after so long. Without the web of compulsions you have that make up the fabric of her being, how much of her is still her?

It's unique, fascinating, and a little bit scary, but you've got to try it anyway. Leaning how this works is going to be crucial.

"You're going to be fine," Sahar whispers to Nadir, the ex-assassin nodding nervously. She cannot fear, but despite it there is something that transcends your hooks afflicting her. Is it self-preservation? Truly fascinating.

"If I'm not me... I-"

"Don't be like that!" Sahar says, gently swatting the assassin on the shoulder. "You're going to be you, no matter what our Mistress does. Just have faith, okay?"

Nadir nods slowly, crawling into your lap in preparation for your long overdue mind-whammy removal.

The only question is what are you removing? Her current list of mental changes are something like this -

- An expansion of her loyalty to Anastasia

- Enjoyment of mental changes

- An inability to tattle about Home or Anastasia's darkness

- Loyalty towards Hope

- An inability to feel terror, despair, panic and fear.

- A reinforcement of the sensation of love and lust towards Anastasia

-Pleasing Anastasia granting the maid pleasure


Nadir shudders beneath you as your fingers crawl into her defenceless mind once more. She's weak, docile before you, and while there's not much of her original brain left, you're ready to see how she reacts to it all. As you run your mind's eye over her hooks they become familiar once again, the girl shuddering as you pull just a little on the one associating pleasure. "Good girl," you whisper to her, Nadir shuddering slightly in response. "Now, Nadir. Remember the list I gave you? We're going to get them all off one by one to see how you tick. So tell me. Please your Mistress and tell me what you removed first."

Nadir shudders beneath you, and you can feel the revulsion and apprehension try to break through the barriers limiting emotion you've placed on her, but those impulses are squashed by her desire to serve. "T-The loyalty..."

It's easy to find. You are all that makes up her mind, after all, and with a tug the hook that keeps her so utterly loyal is gone. Something shifts within her, those eyes staring up with hesitation suddenly lighting up. "I-is it gone?" she asks, unsure. You nod, and her excitement spikes. "Then the one that makes me feel good when you change me..."

You follow, sliding another mental impulse off of her. She shudders for a moment, but her bright eyes still stare up right at you. You drop that and the one that gives her pleasure when she serves, and as you do, something within Nadir shifts. She jumps out of your lap, throwing her arms out wide. For a moment you're worried she's going to attack you.

Only for her arms to wrap around your neck.

"I still love you, Mistress," she murmurs, her smile bordering on delirium. "I was right, It's real, It's REAL!"

She kisses you on the cheek, an almost crazed sense of love overwhelming her. It's adorable, your heart swelling at her overwhelming adoration. No longer does she harbour the doubts, her mind is her own, and right now she just wants you. "Mistress~"

"Wait just a moment," you tell Nadir, hugging her tight. "I'm nearly done. Just a few more."

"Then... Go for it."

You remove the loyalty to hope, to no major effect, but as you remove the inability to feel fear, something changes in her. Her wide eyes shrink the the point of pinpricks, and she lets out the most horrific scream you've ever heard a person make.


You understand why. A blind man who has never seen being granted the light will be overwhelmed by the radiance of the sun. Someone insulated from agony forever will feel overwhelmed by the slightest pinprick of pain.

Someone kept from pain, fear, terror, doubt? No wonder she's reacting so badly. You turned Nadir into something completely different from a human being. These negative feelings are a vital part of what it means to be human, and so without them, the mind grows alien. Being introduced to them all in a rush is torturous.

So you hug the girl tight, whispering sweet nothings as she thrashes around in your grip, the terror overwhelming her. You have to do some light healing, for you fear that her heart might burst, but you keep her tight and don't let go. Sahar watches in terror, but eventually it starts to pass, Nadir's hyperventilation slowing down until she's finally just breathing deeply.

"Please..." she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper that you almost miss over the sound of her body trembling and teeth chattering. "Put them back... please"


An idea slowly starts to form within your mind. You need to see of she can slowly get used to these negative emotions. You scratch her head, and as you begin to numb the rampaging emotions within her, the girl lets out a sigh of relief as the framework is put in place once more. They've been set to decay, but it should be enough for now

"Perfect..." she says, her limbs going limp as she almost melts into you. She plants a lazy kiss upon your cheek as her order is restored. "Thank you, Mistress. I appreciate it. Surely you understand what it's like to throw away your limitations, become perfectly self-assured?"

Oh... Is she referring to your Dawnbringer? Dawnbringer does provide a shot of adrenaline and allows you to transcend the human limitations, but... is that how she feels? Free, without a care in the world, so self confident that doubt ceases to exist?

You're distracted by another kiss from your minx of a maid-assassin. "I preferred the other ones in, but not... not this one. The others make me feel good, but this one makes me better. I'm more use to you like this, Mistress. If all those feels are what it means to be human, I don't want to be human anymore."

You give her a pat on the head as you ponder her request, the maid hugging tight. Though that soon seems to shift as she starts squirming in discomfort. "I can still feel it..."


You furrow your brow. It might be possible... With how Nadir sees herself, with how she's internalized the mental control, she sees 'herself' as something greater than human. She sees herself as with the hooks in, even without. That's an interesting perspective, but it is how she sees herself. So the only question that hangs in your head is simple.

What'll happen if you try healing her mind?

You know it's selfish to prioritize your own intellectual curiosity over her safety, but at this point you're fine discarding such petty morality. You give the girl a stroke of the hair, cupping her chin with a hand as you force her to look right in your eyes. "Nadir, my darling. This will hurt for a bit, but I'll make it all better. I just want you to think of how you were before this experiment. Think of the Nadir of before, okay?"

The maid gives out a whimper, biting down on her lip hard as you allow her to once again feel the torrent of negative emotions. She holds on, tears starting to stream from her eyes.

Then the healing starts.

Your warm light floods throughout her entire body, Nadir glowing just like you as the magic fixes her mind and soul. The brain, while looking normal, is... impacted by the changes you've made. You can see the parts of her mind responsible for fear slowly atrophy away as you heal Nadir back to what Nadir thinks she should be. Your initial brainwashing was so utterly thorough that after a few years, the normal 'Nadir' is the one utterly subservient to you.

"Mmmhistress... Mooore..."

Your lovely maid lets out a mewl of pleasure as you fix her, making what were once hooks into permanent, true parts of her being. It's a slavery worse than most can imagine, her being forever twisted into loving and serving you alone. But the happiness it provides... it is out of this world, so can it really be so bad?

Nadir screams and moans as you rinse her mind of any impurities, turning her once again into your loyal, servile pet.

The flow of light slowly stems, and her arms fall to her side, limp. For a moment you're afraid that something's gone wrong, something's broken, but she soon breaks into a wide, genuine smile.

There are no longer any mental hooks within her. If anyone looked at her, she'd just seem twisted, but not brainwashed.

Your very brainwashed pet stares at you with adoration in her eyes, and wordlessly embraces you tight, a motion you return. For a while the pair of you just remain like that, caught up in one another's embrace, until at last she speaks, her voice tinged with a hint of rapture that reminds you of your own Dawnbringer state.

"Oh Mistress... This is so much better." She plants a kiss on your lips once more, the girl giggling as it's broken. "Thank you."

You do a few more tests to see if she's alright, but the results are fairly conclusive. With how long the mental compulsions have been in her mind, you have 'healed' Nadir back into the state she was when her mind was controlled by your web of influences, essentially removing the evidence while keeping the effect.

She is, now and forever, your pet who adores serving you in any way she can.

And she loves it.


The Orichalcum goes to a good home. Your Knights get a lot of it to upgrade their plate. Outfitting an entire company of 100 knights with Orichalcum plate and weaponry is absurdly expensive, but thanks to your active procurement of the materials, it barely puts a dent in your quite hefty coffers.

You are no exception, especially due to Thorn's new evolution into the Blade of Slow Suffering. The sword is absolutely stronger, yes, but decidedly more lethal. The wounds don't heal and intensify over time, meaning that against a determined opponent you're more likely to bleed them out than to capture them. And so you get to crafting a new sword to go with your new orichalchum armour.

The sword you end up with is a gleaming silver blade of purity, and you have no doubt that your Purgatorios will look bright as ever. It was original unenchanted, but Faith wanted to help, and after running her blood over your blade it became... different. Whenever you struck someone, a rush of energy poured through your veins. It was as if you were on top of the world, the euphoric feeling only intensifying after repeated hits.

Your new blade: Valour, could increase your life force with each blow. A gleaming white blade to contrast your now darkened sword. One to lead, one to kill.

As for the armour... You've had a lot of wardrobe malfunctions recently, and while you're far from prudish, it makes sense to be well equipped. The armour itself retains the call function, but it has a small upgrade from the Abyssal creature you recently defeated. It is capable of self-repair, though it can still be destroyed, most of the time it will recover enough to protect you, even mid combat.

The two new additions to your armoury are a mighty boon to your arsenal, and you couldn't be happier.


"Sorry cutie," the Knight says, her gleaming orichalcum weapon shining as she holds it. "But Coredelia's not here right now." No. This can't be happening!

"How can she not be here?" you almost scream at the guard. "This is the Blumenthal estate, how-"

The Knight gives you a sad smile, the type of which a parent makes when telling a child that their pet is in a better place. "The Lady is currently on a retreat to her Daughter's manse. Nobody else allowed in or out. Sorry, it'll be at least a week."

You grit your teeth, but refrain from stomping your feet. You're better than this.

"Fine," you tell the woman, turning your nose up at her. "The Mighty Magdalene will spare thee from my divine wrath... for now."

The knight walks up to you, her hand on your head comforting despite the simmering rage in you. "Look, I know it's not much, but after getting that Holy Water for us, I figure I can at least let you shack up in the barracks until she returns.

Your eyes light up with wonder. Is this possible? A place to stay? You can save your money! "W-well I suppose I could see how the common soldiery li-"

"Perfect!" The knight says, grabbing you and hoisting you over your shoulder. A yelp escapes your lips, but the Knight just laughs. "Don't worry," she says. "We of the Knights Lilum know how to treat a lady well!"

You let out a depressed sigh. How long could it possibly take for Lady Coredelia to return? At least you'll be safe in the company of women.


Both your mother and Mia are ecstatic at the opportunity to spend a week at Home. It is where they belong, after all. And the two of them arriving provides ample opportunity to also reward Mercy.

Your Wrath Daughter proved to be quite the fighter in your recent victory over the Abyss and the Dragon that threatened the Empire, and she deserves her reward. You know the breeding instinct she has is powerful, and sating it is so succulent a reward that she is always eager to prove herself.

Maybe she can even taste you, and you can give birth to another egg...

However, when you float the idea to Mercy, the dragon suddenly goes pale with fear, the colour draining from her face like a corpse as a feeling of overwhelming terror overtakes her. "I-I gotta pass on that," she stutters, looking to try and get as far away from you as possible.

"Mercy?" you ask her, a hint of worry brewing. "What's wrong?"

She looks to her left and right before letting out a sigh. "Um... there's an agreement among me and my sisters... well, I gotta say 'agreement' is a liiiiiiittle too generous a word for what's been imposed."

"Oh? What did the lot of you agree?"

Mercy gulps. "Hope, um, well... Hope called 'first dibs' among the sisters. If we go behind her back, she'll get... mad."

Oh.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.


~~~Ah~~~ Hope really does love you~~


With the idea of you being knocked up completely quashed for now, you instead help give Mia and your own mother the time of their life. Mercy's over the moon at the chance to fuck a pair of strong women that can actually keep up with her, and not be left out, you make sure to take the back while your Dragon fills them up. The two of them actually manage to hold onto themselves and not just melt into mindless cocksleeves, the sounds of your orgies reverberating through Home. Your Daughter is just as voracious as you, and within a few hours of Coredlia and Mia arriving the both of them are knocked up with brand new eggs.

After that, it's a lot harder for them to keep up with Mercy, eventually the two of them being reduced to giving her dragon cock a joint blowjob, much to the Wrath Dragon's delight. Whenever they're not slaking the lust of your daughter, Serenity keeps them in a state of sloth induced bliss. For a solid week, the two of them live in rapt ecstasy, kept in that haze of pleasure until it came time to get fucked by Mercy, then starting the whole thing over again.

However, the week of bliss comes to an end all too soon, and with great regret they lave paradise to return to their duties. It's sad, but the sheer pleasure the four of you had together wouldn't be a one-off.

It's always good to have a good Work/Home balance, after all, and you are a great employer.