April 9th 2016 Brightedge City, The Narrows, 8:00 PM EDT

I admit, I was a bit annoyed the method to kill Lilith was some special object. I'd really been hoping there would be a spell or a convenient weakness I could exploit instead being forced to spend probably a million points to make something that would only work on one fucking person. Still, I'd done more than just find out a direction for my new weapon design, more importantly I'd confirmed the information I had about Lilith (sparse as it was) and even gotten some more.

Now that I knew what had killed her I could give Zee a starting point for her research. The events in the journal had either been way before most recorded history, absurdly vague, or done by secretive underground societies, who, incidentally, kept really shitty records or didn't tent to share the ones they did keep.

With a tangible century, hell, a decade, we could begin searching for information with more parameters than "that vampire bitch who was old and existed at some point". I'd also set the Van Helsings on the trail of their fated nemesis, and therefore not me, and most likely on a crash course with the Court, who I suspected had never been planning to actually look for or try to stop them unless they got in the way of Mary's sacrifice.

Making a mental note to have Silver smuggle a bomb into their headquarters when I had a chance, I considered the Court from all angles, trying to guess what game they might be playing from context. Tamlin might know, but he was clearly scared to talk about it. It had something to do with Lilith, and somehow the Fear host, the last of which I knew of had been Frankenstein of all people. I didn't have enough information yet.

I called Zee, and once she picked up I filled her in on what I'd learned. She seemed interested in the Templar stuff, so I assumed it would help, and surprisingly had good news. "Actually the map turned up several necromantic hotspots. Cross referencing with area helped narrow it down slightly, though not by much, since at least half of those spots originated in Metropolis and had no connection to the undead. Still, five or ten spots is better than 'any part of the city' as a heading."

Couldn't argue that. "Alright. Hit me with the list. I have a few ideas for how I can get in and poke around." I wanted to make an item to disguise me as a vampire, and I'd be bringing Sindara with me. Between us we should be impressive enough as 'undead' not to get fucked with too much. I wanted to use Magnus, but since Mary hadn't found Lilith yet there wouldn't be a familiar scent to follow. He'd definitely help out later when we dealt with the redhead but for the moment investigation was the best move.

Since Lilith wasn't actually awake yet (I'd been assured that we would fucking notice if she was) nothing down there should be a threat, but I'd be packing some of my vampire killing gear just in case. With Sindara in tow, I drove to the first of the locations Zee had ferreted out that was most likely related to old Gotham. Aside from the considerations stated before, I also needed to find a place with an underground component, which narrowed it down a bit more, but not as much as I'd have liked. Necromancers loved underground spaces sadly.

My living lich cuddled against me as we got out of the car, her face excited. Since her transformation to an E ranker Sindara wasn't striped anymore, so she could easily walk around town without drawing too much attention. I said too much because she was still hot as fuck, even as a chalk white goth girl. Her aristocratic features and pitch black hair complemented her startlingly blue eyes (and lips) perfectly. "Oh, master. I'm so excited. I've been cooped up at the hall since we got here, except for that stuffy meeting." She pouted at me, and I just smiled.

Sindy was a spoiled princess, but she was also extremely fascinated with everything outside her old home. I'd been forced to keep her confined except a few outings since we got here, since I was too busy to escort her around and even with her power her literal ZERO familiarity with this world was likely to get her accidentally murdered or kidnapped. Since I was here though, I'd let her enjoy her night out and get excited about seeing new things. I'd probably fuck her later too. That vibrating cunt was like crack to me.

As we approached a massive dilapidated looking mausoleum, Sindy was staring excitedly at it like she was looking at a beach in Bora Bora. I gave her an affectionate smack on the ass. "Alright, I'm here and we aren't going to make the mistake of going down there without scouting the area. Go explore for a bit while I look around, but stay close and call if you need me."

"Oh thank you master." She squealed, kissing me roughly and darting off. I was expecting her to look inside a crypt or something, since there were a bunch, but instead she darted out, leaping up onto a headstone and spun gleefully like a dancer. She leapt across to another tombstone, her body whirling as she flipped in the air, and as her hands dragged the space lower the the ground I saw her PULL, and the spectral blue form of a ghost manifested under her fingers.

She danced there, among the tombstones, calling spirits back from their graves. Ten, twenty, a hundred, before long ghosts filled the graveyard. The dance she'd been doing across the tombstones, had taken to the air, and she whirled and flung herself across the ghosts themselves, dancing on the surface of a sea of ectoplasm. The ghosts strobed and warped in one big mass, and as I watched, they began to change. Not in shape, but color. The hundred ghosts became an almost solid mass of ectoplasm, and memories began to play across the surface, showing scenes from their lives.

I gaped at the sight. Ok...I may have been slightly underestimating what an E ranked necromancer was capable of in a graveyard full of death energy. Hold shit. I said to explore but I figured she'd crawl around in some coffins or something, I hadn't expected her to manifest a spiritual TV and watch the greatest hits of all of the dead here. As I watched my living lich dance across the surface of a sea of spectral memory, I smiled widely to myself.

I'd really picked up a treasure in Sindy. I was too blase about what my E ranked girls could do. When I'd been E ranked I'd been a total monster, and of course they had more to them than just strength or power. Sindy in particular had been overlooked when I focused too much on the other girls, but that was stupid. The beauty of the Greed system is that I had a tool for every occasion.

Sindy was my tool for dealing with the dead, and I'd make sure use her thoroughly. She was watching the spectral sea of memory as she danced, but I saw her flick her eyes to me several times. Her legs spread wide with her leaps, her chest thrusting out. She was performing for me as much as she was exploring, and I enjoyed it. This powerful creature putting on a show for me.

In the end her dance finished after twenty or so minutes. She leapt across the distance at me and I caught her easily as the spectral sea dissolved into brilliant light. She was breathing hard, and I realized she DID breathe, which I supposed was what made her a LIVING lich. I smirked down at her. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

She purred and nuzzled into me. "Did YOU enjoy me master? I saw so much, learned so much from the spirit convocation, but I was watching you too. Did I please you?"

I snickered at that. "A bit. But don't worry. You'll please me plenty more tonight after we get home. That said, you did a more thorough exploration than I intended. I was going to look around myself and let you play, but that seemed like more than just a quick peek. I know my little lich wouldn't waste such an opportunity for her master. Did you find anything out about this place?"

While magic itself wasn't corporeal, what Sindy did had been more of a ritual construct than a spell. I'd appraised that sea of spirits, and I knew it had been much deeper than catching a few images. A spirit convocation was a means of learning, of harvesting knowledge from the dead, and I was sure that while she had almost definitely learned some regular everyday things that would be useful, there was no way she wouldn't have focused on knowledge related to our task.

Sure enough, she beamed at me happily. "Master knows me best. Of course I did. The spirits have explored this place in the time since the cities joined. Below is Bleakhallow depths, and within them is a large castle populated by powerful undead. Mostly specters, but there are some vampires as well. The depths didn't exist before the merge, they simply came about when the city became stronger, so they aren't too familiar with the inhabitants. They should be made up of things that were here before though, so Lilith might be down there. Still only the dead can enter. "

I'd expected that at some point. I was covered. My mask had been altered to allow me to pass as a master vampire. The Plutonic Veil was a powerful divine artifact, and while it wouldn't MAKE me a vampire, it could easily give me the appearance of one. It wouldn't work on someone like Mary, but the chances of running into her down here were low. Vampires were rabid ruthless fucks, and showing up in a castle full of them while wounded was a good way for her to get her ass eaten, and not in a fun way.

"Well then." I said charmingly, holding out an elbow. "Lead the way then. You can be my guide while we're here." Her eyes lit up at that (literally, they started glowing like three times brighter) and I could tell she was thrilled. Sindara had an inferiority complex about being from a small town. Seeing Brightedge, Amethyst, this world in general, had made her even more self-conscious about not knowing more of the world.

With her spirit convocation though, she would be the one who could show me around and tell me about this place, and she was so enthusiastic she was almost bouncing. She dragged me to the mausoleum and pushed the door open, flicking a finger lazily and igniting the torches along the edges of the walls with an eerie blue flame. There was a pulse of energy, and a grinding sound, and the coffin in the middle of the mausoleum began to shift aside, revealing a stone stairway leading down into the earth.

Huh, ok that would have been annoying to find. Even with appraisal I'd have had to waste a bunch of time looking at each part of the mausoleum before I found it. As a treat for being useful I jerked Sindara's head up and kissed those pretty blue lips roughly, dragging a moan out of her before pulling back and nipping at her lip. She stared up at me in infatuation, but I just nodded to the stairway.

She swallowed hard, eyes clearing of the lust that had been burning in them, and led me to the steps. As we descended, I looked out over a vast plain of black grass. The whole place looked like some medieval kingdom, except rather than stars above there was a series of glowing blue crystals embedded in the ceiling near us, high above the distant ground. Off in the distance I saw the castle that Sindy had mentioned and I grinned. I didn't know if this was the place, but even if it wasn't, I had a feeling this trip wouldn't be boring.

April 9th 2016 Brightedge City, Undercity, 9:00 PM EDT

We didn't get attacked on the way to the castle. Sindara summoned her demiliches to light our way, and the undead simply turned away from them. I saw some weird monsters. Not just zombies and vampires, but a few haunted scarecrows and ghostly beasts. Without exception they were turned back. These were random wandering beasts, and none of them were above E rank. They were just bottom feeders, and Sindara was at the peak of E, a unique existence that reigned over the dead, at least up to her own level.

When we reached the castle (which I would assume would be where Lilith would be if she was down here, since...cathedral) we were stopped by a pair of spectral guards. I expected them to ask for some kind of ID or password, but their spectral glare just bored into us for a minute before nodding and letting us pass.

Stepping over the threshold was an immense change. Outside it was a creepy blue dyed landscape of dark grass full of monsters, but it was also totally silent. Once we entered the castle the world itself changed. White and gold marble made up the floors, with a decidedly french decor of white paneling with gold trim along the walls. Torches cast golden flickering light across the castle, and a red carpet led across the entryway into a massive ballroom.

The ballroom was full of the living dead. Powerful vampires spun across the floor as spectral couples danced across unseen winds above their heads. The walls were lined with mirrors, showing empty clothes at the floor level, and for a second I thought I was screwed, but a glance into a polished metal suit of armor nearby showed me my other self was on the case. My reflection was his bread and butter, and with a finger to his lips he shot me a wink and faded from the metal.

Huh, that was...kind of useless in any situation except this exact one, but it made sense. He'd been doing creepy shit with my reflection for a while now. It was nice to fucking benefit from it for a change. Sindara wasn't dressed for...this. But I was able to fix that easily. I pulled her to the side into an alcove and pulled out a chunk of obsidian, merging it with her clothes and reshaping the outfit into a luxurious black ball gown.

Sindy giggled at that, spinning around delightedly. "What do you think master?" She was practically floating with joy. Seriously, the girl was SO low maintenance.

I just grinned at her. "You look ravishing. But don't forget we're here on business. Who or what are we looking for? Have any of the ghosts from up there seen the pool where Lilith was interred? Or are we here for something else?" This was the only building of the right size down here, so I could understand if she was just checking it out, but the purpose she'd shown on the walk told me we might have an actual reason for coming.

Her face became somber. "The ghosts up there are barely ghosts. You could consider them more like pests to the beings down here than entities. Until my spirit convocation they couldn't communicate, but they were EVERYWHERE down here. Rats in the walls. They knew quite a few secrets that I picked up, and while there isn't a pool like you described, they knew who all the major players were and now so do I."

This whole thing made my head hurt. This place hadn't even existed a week ago, and though it was made up of parts of Gotham and Metropolis, it still made no sense that there were fucking people with histories here. Still, my power didn't exactly work in ways that made sense, and I suspected I'd need a MUCH more thorough grounding in magic and the mechanics of reality to effectively understand how it DID work. "Ok, so who do we need to talk to about all this?"

In some ways this was actually more convenient. If Lilith's pool was down here, then the 'locals' would know where. Or maybe it had been destroyed when the merge happened and now it was a pile of gold coins or a crystal skull or something, but somehow I doubted I was that lucky. Anything as high ranked as that pool had to be was most likely just moved during the merge, but it probably became a focal point of whatever region it showed up in.

"Well, the Baron of this castle, Dumond, is part of the courts of damned. He owes fealty to the no-life king. He's a powerful specter probably about as strong as that Mary woman. His seneschal's name is Delevar, and he works as kind of a combination spy master and advisor. He's our best bet for finding out about the pool if it's here. We can also talk to lady Celeste Benoit, a noblewoman who has ears everywhere."

I wondered if the no-life king existed? I mean, he probably did, but did that mean the Baron had just been inserted into his chain of command? I made the firm decision to stop fucking thinking about any of this before my brain combusted. Slipping out another shard of onyx I merged it with my clothes, shifting them into a devilishly handsome suit, then offered Sindara my arm. "Alright, lead on. Will it be a problem that no one will recognize us?"

She shook her head. "No. Lots of the vampires in there are local. Once the depths was discovered the undead in the area flocked here. We'll just be faces in the crowd." I nodded and let her pull me along into the ballroom.

My lack of reflection in the mirror was kind of a trip to see at first, but I liked it. The two of us started to dance to blend in, and I knew enough from parties as a kid not to make a fool of myself, especially combined with my perfect recall and bodily control.

Using dancing as a cover we were able to conveniently approach a few of the other couples, letting Sindy search for one of our targets. We finally spotted one, Lady Celeste, and approached her when the current song ended. Lady Celeste was...interesting. Dressed in a ball gown with a hoop skirt, her silvery hair was restrained in a bun, though the trailing strands to the side floated up in defiance of gravity. Her skin was so pale it was nearly translucent, and her eyes were an eerie blue.

Aside from the ghostly features, she was pretty sexy. Cute button nose, full lips with a beauty mark on her upper lip, and huge milky tits that were practically popping out of her dress (though I highly suspected a lot of that effect was the dress itself, it was still a nice bit of scenery) and a thin waist. As we approached, she seemed to notice us, and her eyes betrayed no reaction at all to our presence.

Which was reasonable, since she didn't know us. It wasn't like we would be famous down here. I put on my most charming smile and swept into a deep European style bow, while Sindara curtsied politely. "Lady Celeste I presume." I said. "I can only guess, not having had the pleasure of making your acquaintance before, but I was told Lady Celeste was the most breathtaking woman in the room, so I can't imagine who else she might be." That was a lie of course, I appraised her as soon as Sindara pointed her out.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Celeste Benoit- D ranked Ghostly Courtier. A noble lady of not inconsequential power, Celeste finds herself in a perpetual state of ennui, attending functions without end and searching for some kind of meaning in her dreary life.]

A French noble with depression, who would have thought? Still, aside from the obvious there was an opening there. I knew boredom, and while I suspected getting her stocking stuffed (hedonism being my preferred method of relieving boredom) would be a nice way to put some pep in her step, chances of her hiking up the poofy skirt in the middle of the ballroom weren't exactly high.

There was more than one way to skin a cat though (a weird expression I seriously hoped wasn't based on extensive research) and a mystery should help liven her up (pun intended) just as well. For the moment she mostly looked bored. Charming as I could be this was an old dance for her. "Thank you for your kind words." She said in a flat tone, her accent faint but noticable. She held out a hand for me to kiss, which I was happy to do since it let me dig into her desires.

Aside from a surprising preference for anal, I could sense exactly what I expected. A desperate hunger for excitement and adventure. As I stood up, I looked around furtively, letting my smile drop. "Lady Celeste. Aside from wishing to bear witness to your beauty I had another matter I hoped to speak to you about. Is there some place we could talk privately? There may be some danger if people were to overhear."

Her eyes flashed as she perked up with nearly unnoticeable interest. "Privacy..." She looked the two of us over, paying actual attention now and trying to figure out more about us. "I suppose I could make time." Her pouty lips quirked up into a smile. "Follow me me cherie. I am most intrigued by what you have to say."

She turned with a sweep of her gown and glided off toward one side of the room. When she reached the mirrored wall she reached out through the glass and with a click, a door opened in the wall, letting us out into a dimly lit chamber off the main hall. As we entered, she turned to watch us intently. "Now. Why don't you tell me of this...danger. We should be safe from prying ears."

Damn this woman was bored. Her excitement for any sort of entertainment was almost sexual. I wasn't going to bitch about motivation though. I put on a fearful expression, though my mask hid half of it. "My name is Karl Rezman, your ladyship. I am just a humble member of the city's local vampire population." My disguise would show me as being around F rank, since that was where the mask was at. "I've been adjusting to the changes in our world, the same as everyone else."

I gestured to Sindy. "Recently I met my mistress, and serving her has allowed me to break away from the conventions of my kind. Because of this, I began to examine the local vampires in a way I had not before, and when looking into one of the recent arrivals, I made a horrible discovery. There is a radical faction of vampires in the city belonging to a dangerous cult. They seek to awaken an ancient vampiric sovereign sleeping beneath the earth, enshrined in a powerful pool of dark magic that can even raise the dead. I can't be sure where this being is, but I fear for all of our existences should she awaken."

I had to be kind of careful here. Not knowing how the residents of this castle perceived their arrival or their interaction with the newly merged city made it dicey to confirm anything. I had to be vague and let her fill in the details. Pretending to serve Sindy was a necessity as well, since she was, to all appearances, stronger than me and heirarchy among the undead was pretty strict.

Lady Celeste, sadly, didn't look enlightened, just intrigued. "A vampiric sovereign? How terrifying. I can understand your concerns." I really didn't think she could, especially since she looked more like she was going to have to wring out her panties over a sink than someone who was actively worried about anything. "I have heard no word of such a creature, but I have made many friends in the city since arriving. Perhaps I could help you in your search?" Which meant she hadn't heard anything about the pool. That was fine though, at least we had another potential source for leads. I guessed the search continued.

April 9th 2016 Brightedge City, Salieri Graveyard, 10:00 PM EDT

As much as I really wanted to hike that dress up and fuck Sindy after the dancing, Lady Celeste took my bullshit story about urgency seriously. She wrote me a note and gave me an address for an access point to another necromantic hotspot, telling me I needed to talk to a local girl named Warlock's Daughter, who she said was better versed in the local dark magic scene than most.

The entrance to the space, which rather than a castle was a ritzy nightclub called Mordred's Lullaby, was under the Salieri Graveyard, which I was almost positive hadn't existed before, but we found it without any trouble. Before we went in though, I placed a quick call to Zee. "Hey." I said as she picked up. "What do you know about Warlock's Daughter? Anything of value?"

She made a noise. "Maybe? Sounds familiar. Think she had a thing with one of the Robins. Hold on, if she's a Gothamite I should have notes. I keep a few binders with info on the local magic scene. Can't use ancient texts for everything. One second." I heard pages riffling as she pulled down and searched through a few notebooks before she came back with an answer. "Found her. Darla Aquista. Interesting girl. Former mafia princess, got killed and brought back as a Revenant. Flies, shoots bolts of magic, some creepy shadow stuff."

I snickered at that. "Creepy shadow stuff? Is that the technical term? I can feel your knowledge and wisdom from here. Thank the gods I employ such an expert."

"Ok first of all." She said in an offended tone. "You don't EMPLOY me. You branded a magical slave seal on my ass and sometimes slap me with your dick to make me happy. Which it does, granted, but I don't get paid, so lets not pretend you can get something better. The pussy and the magic are a package deal."

They weren't and she knew it, but she also knew I wouldn't fuck her if she didn't want me to, and jokes aside I was satisfied with her magic knowledge so far. "Every part of you is magical darling, but you were making a list, what was the second thing?"

"Second of all." She said smugly. "She uses dimensionally siphoned link based umbrakinesis. I just know your beefcake brain gets all foggy when I use the big words. Don't want to scare you off with my massive intellect. It's never a good idea to make your partner feel inferior."

I chuckled at that. "Well if I ever do I can just ponder back to all the times you blacked out from brain melting pleasure just from me cumming side you. Hard to be intimidated by the intellect of someone you've made drool all over themselves after you left them a twitching mess."

"Must you take every shred of my dignity?" She said in faux wounded pride.

That got another laugh from me. "Only when you're good. Anyway, Warlock's Daughter, is that some kind of catchy villain name or..."

"Sadly not." She said grimly. "She's the adopted daughter of Johnny Warlock, and she's extremely loyal. He brought her back and she basically does whatever he says. Word around town is she calls him daddy in more ways than one, but either way she isn't likely to make a move without his say-so. Might be able to threaten him though. He's kind of a punk ass bitch. Fused with some artifact for his powers, but they're low level. He used to be a mob enforcer and not much has changed."

I thanked her an hung up after checking how Thorn was doing (well) and seeing if Jinx had been being good (she hadn't but Zee found it amusing). "Alright." I said to Sindy. "We're heading into a club and that dress is a bit old fashioned. You can keep it if you want, or I can upgrade it into something more modern."

She grinned at me. "I'll keep it. I like the corpse princess look. Unless you think it's creepy?"

I just rolled my eyes. "I don't mind the paleness, and you're a LIVING lich." Though I would fuck a vampire, so I guessed the dead thing wasn't a deal breaker. Learn something new every day. "The only kind of dead I'm concerned about you being in bed is a dead fish." And not even that. Her fucking magic pussy did all the work for her. She could lay there and take it all night if she wanted. I just wasn't going to say that, because it might set a bad precedent.

We got out of the car and headed over to a nearby crypt. Knocking on the door as we'd been told, the thing cracked open slowly, revealing a grinning skull on the other side. "What's the password?"

I almost face palmed. "If we didn't come here on purpose, a talking skeleton would have probably scared us shitless. Is there even a point for asking for a password?"

"I like the password." Said the skeleton in a cockney accent. "So you can give it or go stuff yourself. I ain't such a pissant I take guff from fuckin' vampires or their zombie sex dolls." That surprised me, not just because of the implication of power, but that he noticed Sindy was mine and not the other way around. Celeste hadn't, but old vampires tended to miss details from what I'd been told. Something about the timescale.

"Undertakers Delight." I intoned blandly, and the skeleton cackled, throwing the door open wide.

"Well why didn' you just say so? Get your dead arses in here and party." Sindy went first, floating through the door as her demiliches (somehow much smaller now) orbited around her. I nodded at the mouth bag of bones and followed her in.

The inside of the crypt was...not a crypt. It was the club itself. I'd been expecting another staircase, not a pocket dimension, but it was pretty cool either way.

We didn't bother dancing or looking around the plush gothic interior. We had business to get to. We got directions to where Warlocks Daughter was drinking and then headed over to plop down in front of her. "Darla Aquista?" I asked.

She looked up, blue eyes searching, and I noted that she was probably a little buzzed, but not enough to impede her because her eyes cleared after a second. Just that edge of slightly wasted that slows you down a bit without actually affecting your ability to think. "Whose asking?" She said in an annoyed voice.

I flicked out the note with the address. "Lady Celeste." I didn't see her old man around, which could be annoying if she really needed permission to talk to us. "We were hoping to ask you about some local history. Well, local before the cities combined. Gotham stuff."

She looked bored, but she read over the note, clearly seeing something I hadn't (though to be fair I hadn't really looked). She sighed. "My dad will need to fill you in. I'm not supposed to give out magical information. Might give someone an advantage. Still, I like Celeste, so I can put in a good word for you at least."

I expected her to lead us to a secret basement or something, but she just slipped a phone out and fired off a few texts. Then she went back to nursing her drink and ignored us.

After a few minutes, a man appeared. Bright orange glowing eyes and a t shirt with a sharp toothed smiley face on it made me pretty sure he didn't work in the kitchens, and a quick appraisal told me everything else I needed to know. Johnny Warlock was F rank, though his 'daughter' was E. Explained why he kept such a tight leash on her at least.

He glared down at me. He had a block face that had probably been intimidating at once point, but age had softened it around the edges. The receding hairline of his ponytail didn't especially help with the past his prime look, but he seemed to be in good shape at least. He tried to look over me, but it didn't work as well as he was clearly hoping. Mostly he just looked silly.

"Heard you need some info." He grunted, in a voice that sounded suspiciously deep for someone of his build. I was pretty sure he was purposefully making himself sound scarier, which kind of made it hard not to laugh, but I managed.

"Yeah." I said calmly. "We're looking for information on a pool that used to be in Gotham. Probably in a cathedral. Regeneration properties and tons of magical energy. Got swallowed by during a quake." Even a prior location for the thing would mean we could use landmarks to figure out where it might be now. It wouldn't be perfect, but combined with the map it should be enough to find the spot.

"What are you paying?" He sneered. His condescending expression was honestly the last straw for me. This guy annoyed me. The girl annoyed me. Having to pretend to be a minion annoyed me, and all this annoyance was quickly reminding me that I didn't have to deal with shit like this. This place was a pocket dimension full of dark magic users, which meant no League poking their nose into my business.

I made a considering sound, then blurred forward and grabbed him by the back of the head, slamming his skull into the table. Darla tried to react, but Sindara's demiliches got on the way, growing to full size quickly. "I'm sorry." I said in a saccharine voice. "You're right. It's rude to ask for information without offering compensation. So here's my generous offer. You tell me what I want to know, and your skull maintains its current shape. Decide not to, and, well..." I trailed off, locking my fingers around his head and squeezing.

This was perhaps a bit forceful, but since I was in my mask people here could recognize me as Mammon. Playing lackey for Celeste was fine since the dead down there wouldn't know me, but this place was full of people who might actually spread my name around. If I let it get out that I got bullied by some punk bitch like Johnny Warlock, I'd never live it down. Not that I cared about my reputation as more than a tool, but it cut down on how many bodies I had to drop to be taken seriously, which in turn kept the capes off my back.

Johnny made a high pitched keening sound. "Fuck! Stop! I'll tell you whatever you want, just don't fucking hurt me." I shot him a disappointed look. That was just sad. Like folding under pressure from a stronger villain was common sense, but have some dignity man.

Still, it worked for me. "Ok. Talk." I squeezed a bit. "And get to the point, my hand is feeling twitchy." I didn't want to be here all night.

"The Order of Saint Dumas!" He said in a panic. "They were part of the Knights Templar but the parted ways because their methods were too extreme. They showed up in Gotham a few decades ago and wiped out a branch of some bullshit cult. They took over the church the cult was in charge of for a while before the place got swallowed by an earthquake, but they were still around last I heard. I don't know about a pool, but they got access to some weird magical catalyst. Used it to turn a bunch of their assassins into supernatural warriors."

That wasn't a landmark, but it was a lead. I rolled my eyes, letting him go. "Alright. Fine." He turned on me with a rage filled expression but froze when he saw two of my claws in front of his eyes. "Stop." I said. "Don't do that. I just left you alive. Don't throw away your life in some misguided attempt to reclaim your honor or whatever nonsense you're thinking. I subdued you easily and I can do it again. Let it go or I'll murder you. Is that understood?"

He swallowed and nodded heavily, and I stood up. "Well then, we'll be on our way. Enjoy your night." We headed back out to the car and I slid in, shooting a text to Zee to look into the Order. I hated jumping through hoops. Chain quests were the worst. Oh well, whatever. I had other ways to relieve my stress. I grinned at Sindy. "Lets get home. That ass is mine tonight." Thank the gods for my reflexes, made running all those red lights much easier.

extreme roleplay and degradation warning

April 10th 2016 Brightedge City, Hall of Nevers, 12:00 AM EDT

I've had my dick sucked by a lot of women with a lot of very impressive traits. Lack of gag reflex, vibrating voicebox (not as much fun as vibrating pussy but Dinah can throat like a superstar), crazy magic shenanigans, all lots of fun. Sindara knocked it out of the park for blowjobs though, and for one simple reason. E ranked body plus lack of needing to breathe equals A plus face fucking.

The sound of my living lich gagging (I was ninety percent sure she was doing it on purpose because she knew I liked it) as I pounded away into the back of her throat was fucking amazing. Almost amazing as her writhing gullet slamming into the head of my cock as her glowing blue eyes bored into me. Any living girl would have needed to tap out, even my most cock hungry slut couldn't take a face fucking for long term, but not Sindy.

Her hands were on my ass, nails digging into my cheeks as she tried to fucking swallow me whole. She barely let me slide out enough to fuck back in, trying to bury me in her throat as deep as possible. Her tongue swarmed over my balls, slurping and sucking messily.

Since I could sense her desires, I knew what she wanted, and I decided to give it to her. A fistful of her hair wrapped around my fingers as I slammed into her gullet and I looked her right in the eyes. "Fuck this is a good throat." I purred at her. "Guess your stupid little mouth is finally good for something huh Sindy? Why did I ever let you talk when I could have been using your fucking face for its intended purpose." My little necromancer liked being told what a worthless bitch she was, and I loved what it did to her body.

She moaned and I made a show of rolling my eyes. "Don't fucking answer me you stupid whore. Gods, I think my dick is the most useful thing thats ever gone through your empty little head." She keened in humiliation, but I could feel the spike of lust when I talked to her like that, and smiled as I sped up. I wasn't going to finish too fast. This felt great, and since she didn't breathe I could have it as long as I wanted.

I cooed insults and degrading names at her as I used her and after a few minutes I reached in through her desires and started to trigger her orgasms every time I hit the back of her throat. The look in her eyes as I smashed into it the first time and she felt her cunt practically explode without even being touched was priceless, but by the tenth stroke she was basically a brainless mess.

Not that it stopped me. For anyone else I'd have stopped, but Sindy was special. That magic vibrating cunt was like crack, and the more she came the more warmed up it would be for me. I fucked her throat for a solid half hour, every stroke making her scream her orgasm around my shaft. When I finally pulled her off my dick she was letting out a high pitched whining noise as she stared off into the distance.

I flipped her over, yanked her dress up over her cute pale little ass and slammed my dick into her from behind, smashing her into the mattress with my hips as I bottomed out and almost roaring with ecstasy at the fucking EXPLOSION of sensations on my dick. Not just the vibration (I'd revved that sweet little snatch up good) but the wetness, the tightness, I hadn't had her like this since I'd ranked her up and that was a huge mistake.

I slapped her bare ass, a bit rougher than I normally would have. "Wake up bitch. Master's in your pussy now. Don't just fucking lie there." I shoved a thumb up her ass and she squealed like she'd had cold water thrown over her head. Her pussy basically seized up on me. "Fuck yes!" I grunted. "Take it slut."

Sindy giggled, that some fuck drunk haze that Barbie got into sometimes as she cooed. "I'm sorry master. My dirty pussy is so bad. I was so nasty and I taunted you with it. I deserve this. This is how pussy like mine should be used. Pound it harder!"

I picked up the pace, smashing my hips into her ass as I fucked her into my (thankfully reinforced) bed. Thank the gods liches are indestructible because if that little whore wasn't already the living dead she'd have been dead from the waist down after tonight. "Stupid little cunt." I snarled. "You think this is a game. Just taunt me with this fucking cunt and there won't be any consequences?"

Honestly I was losing the thread of this whole roleplay. I just knew she wanted me to say mean shit to her, but I didn't have a theme or anything like with Zee. I just growled out. "Fuck at least your pussy is good. That empty fucking skull doesn't have any use aside from somewhere to shove my dick, but your cunt more than makes up for having to make all your decisions for you. This what you wanted when you left home slut? A bit strong man to put your fucking twat to work?"

She squealed with joy. "Yes master! I needed this. Needed to be shown my place. I'm just a stupid useless gutter whore. All those fucking idiots back in Opal treated my like a princess. They didn't know I just needed to be mounted and stuffed. I'm not princess, I'm masters dumb little fuck doll. Fuck me harder! Fuck my brains out! Make me a fucking idiot and leave me empty and drooling on the bed leaking your hot fucking cum!"

The more worked up she got the harder the vibration, and I was fucking drunk on it. I slapped her ass again, enjoying the way it changed the the resonance, and since it was so much fun I started slapping her ivory ass full throttle, alternating cheeks. Fun fact, when you spank a living lich, their ass turns blue instead of red. I pounded in harder, really working my hips, and I started triggering orgasms again as I bottomed out each time. Her original buzzing cunt had started to calm down as she regained her faculties, and I wasn't fucking done yet.

Without my cock in her mouth there was nothing to hold back the undulating scream that ripped free of her throat as she hit wave after wave of orgasm, slamming into the next before the previous was even done. I gloried in the smack of flesh on flesh and the slap of me shoving myself into her, the orgasms were wringing her cunt like a fountain, and I made a mental note to upgrade my mattress to make it more stain resistant...and also because it would save me have to clean the thing because she was fucking drowning it.

Her banshee wail got loud and louder with each orgasm, and if she hadn't been an E ranker I'd have worried about throat damage. As it was I just shoved her face into the matress to muffle the sound, thankful once again she didn't need to breathe. It didn't quiet her really, but it muffled the shrieking enough that I wasn't getting a headache anymore. I felt my balls tighten up and rode her pussy until I finally came with a loud roar.

As I nutted in her I flipper her over on her back, ignoring her drooling blank stare, and the shoved her legs apart at the ankles as I stuffed my dick up her tight little asshole. She gasped like she had just woken up and I reached down and slapped that flawless pussy where it was spread and dripping my cum. She squealed at the sensation, reaching up to twist her own nipples as I pounded into her like a descending wrecking ball.

The orgasms from her ass were just as strong as I made her cum with every stroke, and watched her ruined little pussy twitch and spurt was entertaining for a bit, before I finally decided to shove a few fingers in her so I could play her from both sides. She let her head flop to the side with a whimper, eyes rolling up as she gave tiny moaning grunts and fucked her hips into me.

Her asshole didn't feel as good as her pussy in the end, and I pulled out and dragged her by the hair back onto my cock, using her mouth to clean me thoroughly before I shoved her head back into the mattress and mounted that cunt again. Fuck I loved this. I'd forgotten what a good fuck this girl was. I briefly considered stopping when I noticed her face had ended up on the wettest part of the bed, but I remembered drowning wasn't a thing for her, so I kept going. After all I could feel her desires, and me stopping wasn't on that fucking list.

I went at her for about an hour, and in that time she had no less than a hundred orgasms (I had to ease up on the every stroke thing because even E rankers can only take so much). As I finally blew my third load, I pulled out, dragged her to the edge of the bed and hung her head off so I could use her mouth a bit and finally slumped down on the bed next to her with a sigh of contentment.

"Fuck." I said breathlessly. "That was exhausting even for me." She gave a low whine and I slapped her ass a bit harder than normal to get her brain started again. She squeaked and rolled off the bed, and I snickered a bit because she was E ranked and literally indestructible so it was just funny. Shifting around slightly on the uncomfortable mattress I stood up with a grimace as she got to her feet, groaning, and glared at the bed. I slipped a silk scarf I'd looted from one of my many gemworld hauls out of the pouch next to my bed and merged it into the mattress.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Sultan's palatial sleeping quarters- F rank. A massive bed with self cleaning functions that comes with infinite silken scarves for tying down bed partners. Supernaturally comfortable and guaranteed to ensure pleasant dreams.]

Huh. That was pretty nice. I'd just been thinking about the cleaning thing when I did the merge, the rest of it was just fun extras. I flopped back down onto the bed, Sindara crawling in after me. "Alright, I said as she snuggled up to me. "That was pretty fun. I needed that. Copious amounts of sex aside, I've been working too much. Since we have some time before Zee gets back to us about the Order of St Dumas, I think tomorrow I want to do something a bit more relaxing.

Sindara mewled and wriggled against me, still unable to speak, and I grinned at her. "Well, I'm sure we can squeeze that in too. But I meant something with everyone, even Dinah and Whisper and the girls. What do you think about a trip to the water park?" I could already picture them all in skimpy bikinis, and it would give me time to work on Leslie and Cassie some more. I'd given things time to sink in and I was pretty sure they would be thinking about me plenty.

It took her a minute to reboot, but she finally nodded slowly. "That sounds fun." She looked down at herself. "Apparently I'm told that with this skin tone I might be able to...tan?" Right, I imagined that wasn't an option when she was blue striped. I didn't have the heart to tell her liches probably couldn't so I made an affirmative noise and went to sleep, dreaming of superheroines in tiny swimsuits. What do you know? The bed worked.

April 10th 2016 Brightedge City, Flash Flood Acres, 10:00 AM EDT

"Was this here before?" Said Dinah suspiciously. "Because I feel like I would have remembered if either Gotham or Metropolis had 'the biggest waterpark in the universe'." My oldest baby mama was clad in a dark blue bikini with a wrap around her hips, and despite showing slightly, still looked fucking fantastic. Granted being pregnant made her already huge tits pop like fireworks, so that was nice.

Cassie, who was staring around slack jawed, squealed. "Who CARES? This place is amazing. I want to go on everything." She grabbed Leslie by the hand, pulling her blue skinned fellow teen forcibly toward the entrance even faster than we'd been approaching before. Cassie's red bikini highlighted her fantastic (if slightly muscular) figure, while Leslie's sweet little blue booty strained at a silver bikini that she kept checking my reaction to.

Amy, clad in a purple thong bikini, smiled at the younger girls. "Stay together Cassie. We're here as a group. We'll have plenty of time to try everything." She was pulling her own best friend, and Emerald was wearing a green one piece with her hair up in its usual buns. On Emerald's other side was Barbie in a darker shade of purple, and looking surprisingly relaxed for her.

As we approached the entrance, we passed under a sort of rain archway that soaked us all preliminarily and approached the ticket booth. I bought out the whole park for the day, because there were way too many people to bother paying individually, and once I gave the booth guy my registration code, he printed up bracelets as per request to let everyone in and we all started our migration inside.

As I supervised, Dinah sidled up next to me. "Are you sure we can afford to be doing this with so much on the line? You need to be hunting vampires right? What if they wake Lilith up?" Her hand strayed to her stomach, and the look on her face became fearful.

I put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her body against me. "Zee is doing research on the Order of Saint Dumas as we speak. We can't do anything until she finds out more about them. Now we're just in a hurry up and wait situation. We've been going non stop, and frankly it's started annoying me. A break will be good for everyone, and it's the middle of the day. No vampires need apply. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

Her worried look faltered, replaced by a slight smirk. "You mean like you are? This is quite the parade of eye candy. Don't think I didn't notice your 'downtime' involves lots of half naked girls."

I shot her an incredulous look. "Since when have I hidden how much I like naked women? Half or otherwise." She rolled

her eyes as I smacked her on the ass, but smiled slightly. Dinah was well aware of my inclinations, and didn't have a problem with them. She liked that I was interested and she'd wanted a kid and was getting one. Honestly she was one of the more pragmatic people I'd ever met, especially for a hero.

We arrived at one of the slides and let the others take their time on it. Dinah and Whisper stayed off it because of the babies, and Amy insisted on staying with them. I grinned at her as we all sat down on a few beach towels by the edges of the landing pool. "So, keeping an eye out for the kids huh?"

She smiled happily. "Of course. The babies are going to be practice for our own kids, and my step children too. I have to take good care of them." She smiled kindly at Dinah. "How are you feeling, any morning sickness yet?"

The former superheroine beamed at her. "You are much too good for him you know. No, I'm fine, morning sickness yet, I've been lucky so far. Whisper even moreso, though that might be because she isn't actually human anymore. I kind of wish I'd gotten the chance to get an upgrade like hers before I got pregnant. I know Nicky wants to avoid monkeying around with my nature while I'm carrying the baby, and I agree, but it would be nice to have some of her advantages."

I nodded. "Yeah, sucks that didn't end up happening, but there'll be plenty of time for upgrades after the kid is born. It'll give you more time to think over what you want too. Maybe some kind of combat singing or something?"

To my surprise, she shook her head. "No. Nothing like that. I don't have any real desire to go back to heroics. With things ending with Ollie and how some of the League treated me...I just want to raise our baby. I had a mother who was a superhero, and while I loved her, I also resented her for many of the same reasons. I'm don't need to agonize about choosing between my baby and the rest of the world. I know what I'm picking."

That was...impressive. I mean, it was convenient for me for sure, but I respected the guts too. It was a stark contrast to my mother who I was pretty sure might have eaten me like a fucking prairie dog if she'd had the time. It would have been touching if I felt things like that.

Amy had no such issues, and I could see my wife visibly tearing up at the sentiment. "That's so beautiful Dinah." Sniffled the princess. "I think that's a wonderful choice. I'm here for you if you need any help. You're still going to take the upgrade though right?"

"Of course." Said Dinah with a smile. "I'm just probably going for something more defensively oriented to take care of the baby. If nothing else I'd like to have as many years with my child as possible, and that means some sort of age reduction or something. Though I have to say, I've been feeling much younger and more energetic lately. I've even noticed myself looking a bit more youthful."

I cocked my head at her, before realizing I might not have had a chance to mention some of the upgrades in my bloodline or their quirky secondary effects. "Oh that's me." I said after a second. When she looked at me I shrugged. "My cum is basically concentrated life force at this point. It's not shocking it would take a few years off. But yeah, we can work long life into your upgrade."

She smiled at me in amusement, but before she could speak, a pair of bikini clad teens appeared in front of me. "Nick." Complained Cassie. "You're supposed to be spending time with all of us. Dinah and the others get you all to themselves all the time. This is our day off. Come hang out with us." Leslie was blushing a dark blue and shifting nervously, but she didn't argue.

I raised an eyebrow at Cassie. I couldn't tell if she was flirting or trying to help out her friend, but either way, it was cute. "What did you have in mind?" I asked in amusement.

She rolled her eyes. "I don't know. Something fun. Maybe marco polo, or volleyball." Despite her nonchalant attitude, I could see a bit of nervousness in her demeanor. I couldn't tell if that was aimed at me or if she was just really out of her depth in this situation, no pun intended.

I sighed and climbed to my feet. "Alright, we can do some volleyball. I haven't played in years." I actually didn't mind the game, I'd fucked a LOT of volleyball players when I was in high school. I had a fondness for girls with ass, and volleyball tended to pack plenty of junk into a woman's trunk.

Cassie's eyes lit up. "Dibs on your team!" She cheered. "Leslie too. Amy, will you be the other captain?" My wife was the only person here on par with me in terms of physical ability (when I wasn't going all out) so it made sense to put her in charge of the other side.

She giggled at the enthusiasm. "Sure. Sounds like fun." She shot me a knowing smirk, well aware I'd be watching some bouncing teen booty while we played rather than take things seriously. But it was a game, not a deathmatch, so I didn't need to put in too much effort.

We headed over to the nearest pool with a net, an extremely wide and fairly shallow one that went up to about our waists. I started telling everyone their positions, Barbie and Cherry had decided to join Amy's team, putting us at three and three, so I set the two girls up on offense and decided to take defense for myself. To my amusement though, Leslie decided to try the old classic flirting technique of 'asking for help with sports'.

"I'm not sure how to spike the ball." She said with a blush. "Can you show me?" Knowing that she didn't want me to demonstrate as much as 'guide her through it, I stepped up behind her. Barbie rolled her eyes as I put my hands on her hips, smirking at the VERY slight tingle of unconscious static. Not enough to even disturb the water, just a slight tingle at the tips of my fingers.

Wriggling back against me, I grinned as I felt her ass pressed up against my cock, her blush got deeper, but she acted like nothing was happening. I made up some bullshit about how to set her feet as an excuse, and then slid my hands up her body to take her arms and help her spike it. The moan was a fun extra, but I could feel her desires too, and I was pretty sure I could have yanked her bottoms down and fucked her in the middle of the pool if I'd wanted.

I didn't, so after she served the ball I let her go, though I made sure she felt me against her ass first. Her blush was so dark she looked like a blueberry, but she didn't acknowledge it other than a muttered thanks. I took up my position again, ignoring the eyerolls from Barbie and the smirk from Amy. Cassie had somehow missed all of it, and was bouncing excitedly as she stared at the other team, waiting for the game to start.

Seeing her ass wet and flexing in the water was worth the wait. It wasn't huge, but you could bounce a bullet off that thing. Just like the rest of her body it was compactly muscular. Donna was almost buff, but Cassie was built more for definition than size. I was pretty sure I could fuck her through a cement wall without much problem. We started the game, and I enjoyed watching them all bounce around for about an hour until we finally called it.

As I got out, Dinah handed me my phone. "Zee called. She got some leads on the Order of Saint Dumas. She also says that you owe her, Jinx, and Thorn a day at the pool or beach to make up for them having to stay in and research while the rest of us had our fun."

I had no arguments against that. "Fair enough, what was the lead?" I wasn't in too much of a hurry, but I was interested to hear what she found.

To my surprise, Dinah just rolled over and wiggled her expansive ass at me. "I'm going to sunburn, it's less cloudy than expected. Apply some sunblock for me and maybe I'll tell you." I grinned at her and picked up the tube of sunblock. As I applied my hands to her skin I cranked her sensitivity to my touch and watched in glee as she stiffened, choking down a ragged moan.

"Don't worry." I whispered to her. "I'll make sure to apply it extremely thoroughly." Then I triggered her brand. "Don't make any noises loud enough for the others to hear." The order effectively imposed a decibel limit on my baby mama, as I put my hands back on her, her eyes went wide as she realized she might have bitten off more than she could chew. She had the first of MANY orgasms from the teasing after about fifteen seconds. I spent about an hour applying the lotion. It was so nice to take days off.

Big changes coming up in the story I think everyone will be interested to see, something I've been leading up to very subtly but I don't think anyone will see coming and that will change a lot about the way the story unfolds, though hopefully without messing with any of the things you guys enjoy about it.

As a side note, I've had a few people who have been unhappy with the comic book style plans and schemes, but...well, this is Young Justice. The version of DC where Lex Luthor sold the world to aliens to take over the universe...somehow. So that wouldn't really be on brand. Expect lots of changes, but don't expect bad guys not to make stupid overcomplicated plots, because if I didn't want to write that, I would have picked a different fandom lol. As usual pat-reon has the advance chapters at that site /malcolmtent. Hope you all enjoy.