YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA WHATS WAITING FOR YOU IN THIS CHAPTER!
Guys, this time around I have but on thing to say...I HAVE NO REGRETS!
The job and the mission is done and cannot be undone. I know you guys must be confused as to what I'm talking about, but I promise you will understand once you read this nutty chapter.
But first I want to talk...
A few comments that caught my eye
Napster153- Not related to the Prophet but I've been playing a lot of Banner Saga lately and one of the more unique powers used by the Mages(called Menders) in the game is called Runic Gale. It basically spawns powerups for use on the battlefield for friend or foe alike.
If you wish to make Anastacia more useful in events to come then I think a similar power using something like the Soapstones would be of use. Rune magic often only requires mediums(writings,pictures,etc) not necessarily a certain magic material. Plus, it give the Oscar team a LOT more reason to bring her along. Oscar alone would be way too against Ana being anywhere away from Firelink.
My Response- I agree wholeheartedly. If fact, this is exactly along the line of what I had in mind for Anastacia. As she's obviously not a fighter, the general idea I had was to focus most of her use on healing related miracles. I like to think that he gentle nature and faith in the Prophet himself would make her more inclined to push herself to mastering everything Reah has to offer.
And though I haven't come up with anything concrete just yet, I'm absolutely thinking of making her capable of developing a unique miracle of her own. Since miracles as based on faith and tales of gods and Firekeepers are special beings, I'm kinda in love with the idea that her faith for the Prophet would be enough to somehow develop a miracle using her faith in the Prophet, using her tale of a "Firekeeper and a Prophet." as a sort of base. Maybe having it be dove theme to contrast the whole crow theme Velka has going on. That runic gale spell is right along the lines of what I was thinking as well. But again, this is all still up in the air.
TheGreatBubbaJ- Mildred is already basically in the ragged bikini required for the scene you mention.
As they are now Priscilla and the prophet are like those friends with tons of sexual tension that somehow neither knows about. The 'revenge' back and forth is going to end up with play wrestling that ends up with one or the other pinned down and then a sudden makeout session.
And you know, my brain right there just drew me to a new spell for our lad. I'll let you decide if it is too power intensive, but I think it would mostly require tons of control effort. I'll preface this by saying there is a precedent for this already (somewhat) in some of the concepts used by his flame shroud pyromancy and his phantom weapons. So, first off, Gods are typically big right? Even Demigods are big ol' chonkers, and ya boi is about to scrap with Fatboi & Slim again for all the marbles, and even if Uncle Dolan is more human sized his snake stilts still put him head, shoulder, and trap boobs above the average joe. Not to mention, he spent most of the chapter, all of the off screen time from the last time we saw him, and likely all of the off screen time until we see him again smothered in oversized fluffy prison. Boy howdy, even with his force of will and fire and magic, it is going to be a harsh scrap for someone basically toddler sized to go against their enemies. So what if he wasn't? What if he took the concept of 'coating himself' from the shroud pyromancy, the 'solid form from nothing' of phantom weapon, and combined it with some extra power and his force of will? Push raw sorcery out of himself, in the image of himself, and then solidify it, either in a manner that he appears to have been scaled up, or his normal body floating in a sea of his own sorcery or perhaps crystal. This would allow him to fight his enemies on more equal footing, and subdue his fluffy snuggle jailer. PM if you like this idea, I'd love to discuss it/argue it, and should it fit your standards I could help figure out a name and description if you'd like. Cheers lad.
My Response- Firstly, I want to point out I saw your review and fully planned to PM, but literally forgot until this very day. No joke. So aplogizes for that one on my end.
Secondly, I wanna say that I love the concept of the Prophet coating himself in his sorcery and even let this thinking play a part in the chapter in particular, but unfortunately I am actively refraining from allowing the Prophet the use of crystal sorcery. And as crazy as it sounds, I do not consider his magic weapons too be crystal related, only the use of pure sorcery itself.
This only reason I'm doing this is that I consider crystal magic to be something of the final and most powerful form of sorcery as a whole. Its meant to be something that only the masters of masters could even think of using. In his current state, the Prophet doesn't even realize this level exist and even if he did know, he isn't quite adept enough with his soul to attempt to reach that level. He may have made strides as a human, but amongst the big boys of Lordran he's about an intermediate level of a threat.
Though I will say that the idea of armor related abilities certainly strikes my fancy. So just to tease you a bit, what do you think of using a variation of iron flesh as an alternative. I'm thinking something like Obsidian Flesh, a pyromancy that makes use of the Prophets more powerful and reactive black flames. Think along the lines of the hammerfist from Prototype 2 and you get the general idea. Feel free to PM me and we can definitely discuss/argue if you want bro.
Jyx The Berserk (Shortened yours a bit, but damn does your review make my day, bro.)- I don't know how OP you're going to make the Prophet (the mad lad IS facing literal gods after all), but I have a sort of idea about his powers, kind of? Guesswork at work, but since "number of castings" seemingly got the boot and "mental exhaustion" is the ammo for magic in this story, it wouldn't be ENTIRELY out of the realm of possibility to have sorcery and pyromancy draw from the same source of power, much like an electrical socket in a wall, yes? Both rely on knowledge of a spell, will, and the raw power to use it (not much in the way of combat miracles. Miracle builds, lol), yes? Dig down into your own soul deep enough, and one might discover a little something-something, eh? Flaming. Sorcery. Magic. On. Fire. Need I say more? Yes? Blue flames shining with crystalline light, their chaotic nature tempered with the control of sorcery, sorcery not giving a shit about the rules and running wild, my guy! As far as I'm concerned this is a whole other skill tree than either school of magic, not to mention IT'S GOT BACKING FROM MIYAZAKI HIMSELF WITH IZALITH SORCERIES! REDISCOVERED MAGIC IS POWERFUL JUJU! I'm getting geek shivers over here man!
My Response- You right on the mark with pyromancy and sorcery running with more mental exhaustion as the cost, I gotta say that flames sorcery's are a very vague topic (Kinda like everything else in Dark Souls). Though it is confirmed to be a real ability used by the gods, I'm not so certain that I've got enough to go on to make it actually stand out as its own thing for the Prophet. Its definitely not hard to imagine that Velka or the Prophet would be capable of doing them, given their abilities its definitely possible, but I don't think I can differentiate it from normal pyromancy given the limited information on the topic.
Alrighty, guys and gals, thats all I got to say this time around. Hope each and every one of you enjoy the read.
Warning: Reading this chapter will 100% result in you saying "Oh my god!" by the end. Please make sure you are not in a library before proceeding. You have been warned.
It's funny how such fates could ever come to pass in this world. Namely, a cursed dragon abomination laying so comfortably next to a human in a wall off section of reality.
More than any other, it was the crossbreed herself that would never have believed anyone would come for her. To declare openly that they would fight for her no matter what came. She had thought about such a moment, imagined it for years, but never genuinely believed it would come to pass.
"You're not a monster…"
"Past the fear, past everything you think is wrong, you are beautiful."
"I'd go that far because I care about you and I want to see you happy."
The words he said to her still brought butterflies to her stomach and a redness to her cheeks. But not the sort she would normally bear when near him, that of embarrassment of shyness. No. This was a new feeling altogether….one that she cherished more than anything.
Pulling his body closer into her embrace, she snuggled with him intimately. Releasing a pleasant and gentle sigh as she felt his body press against her fur.
In the darkness, their cuddles feel like a little touch of heaven. Warm, cozy, safe. She wished she could extend the time just so she could stay close like this for longer, safe in his embrace and content with the feelings he brought upon her.
She kept her tail relaxed across his eyes, wanting only to keep his mind pure and his body relatively unmoving. No reason to let him ruin the moment by speaking or doing anything questionable, right? It was all for her safety and peace of mind.
"Yes…holding him for a small time is completely justified. Tis his own fault anyway. I would not have to do so if he were more honorable. Such actions to punish a depraved fiend like him are clearly righteous in their make." Priscilla thought to herself devilishly as she breath a small chill of air upon the human's ear, earning her a shiver and a zombie-like moan from his person. "Heh, heh, yes, this is what thy deserves. Did thou truly believe thy could take hold of my person with no consequence? Heh, thou art a few hundred years too early to think of taking me in such a manner so easily."
She chuckled inwardly and pleasantly. Seeing him show discomfort at her actions, but ultimately unable to do anything to defy her, brought a devilish feeling to Priscilla's heart. There was just something about being in control and doing as she pleased with him that felt strangely very satisfying.
Letting this feeling guide her movements, the crossbreed gently placed her finger to his chin. She tilted it upward slightly, taking in the sight of his exposed neck and the rising of his chest as he breathed. Sh was searching for something, anything to solidify the belief that she had that he was the same as her. But she could find none. No scales, no crystals, nothing. He really did appear human in every way except...
"Hm…perhaps just a peak would not hurt." The crossbreed though as she slowly began to trail her fingers from his chin, along his neck and finally resting a hand directly over the plate of the armor that covered his chest.
Not but a few moments after she touched him did a small shiver pulse across her body, making each and every one of her white hairs stand at attention.
She could feel the life within him, pulsing and radiating beneath his flesh alongside each heartbeat.
Words could not describe just how badly she wanted to take what was in him. The void within her body begged for another sampling of his essence and she squirmed in place to try to silence the rumblings within. She glanced at his exposed lips; his breathing was calm and steady, a perfectly sustained vessel holding the perfect filling. She bit her lower lip as a show of defiance against her urges, but her mind was slipping ever so slowly.
"Calm yourself. Slow breaths, focused thoughts. I have experienced this before a-and am now accustomed to this feeling." Priscilla said as her reptilian eye's dilated as she stared down at him. Though she would deny it to herself otherwise, the longer she thought about devouring him, the more her breathing deepened. It got to the point that she was practically salivating at the thought of it. "Oh~…This is fine. I am perfectly in control. I only wish to hold him for a time and merely…merely…perhaps just a shred of it. Just a small taste. He won't even miss it."
At this line of thinking entering her mind, a part of Priscilla became deliriously happy, giddy even. That part of her, the part that hungered for even just a piece of his life, wanted this more than anything else.
With a resounding agreement from her inborn hunger, the crossbreeds Lifehunt was very nearly on the verge of coming to the surface to sample a piece of the Prophet once again.
However, just as she was about to do something she knew she would regret, Priscilla quickly retracted her hand from his body, lifted her tail from his eye's and summarily moved her body away from his. Placing enough space between them that he was not within immediate arm's reach.
Within a few moments, the Prophets mind began to clear and return to normal. Oddly enough, he was used to the sensation of this happening. It was almost the same as a thick fog finally lifting from his consciousness.
"Ugh. Glad that's over. If I'm going to be held captive, I'd at least like to be awake to-" the Prophet started, but stopped once he saw that Priscilla was looking at him with wide eye's and with her tail being held close to her body with her arms. "…are you alright?"
"Y-…Yes. I'm fine." The crossbreed responded in a distant tone.
"You sure? You look a little out of it." The Prophet said as it was obvious to him that something was up. "If its about me grabbing your tail, I was only messing around a bit. Didn't think it would have this kind of effect on-"
"It's not that. Its just-. Thou will keep thy distance for now. I know not what I will do should we two come together once more."
The Prophet was a bit confused by this statement. Taking only brief glances so as to maintain his mind, he saw the Priscilla seemed to be wound up about something. Her breathing sounded as if she was trying to calm herself down, when he moved slightly to get more comfortable, her whole body stiffened slightly.
He assumed that this had something to do with her own nature and her powers. More than likely, it was something to do with his essence. But he did not want to question her or hold her in doubt. He'd heard her tale and made up his mind to trust her.
Crossing his legs beneath him and releasing a breath to steel his focus, the Prophet closed his eye's and willed forth a single ethereal broken blade. The weapon simply hovered in the air before him, doing nothing more than rotating slowly in place.
The time passed with the Prophet remaining as still as stone, the pacing of his breath remaining at a complete constant. Five minutes go by. Then ten. Then twenty.
Soon enough, looking at it solely from the perspective of the outside, Priscilla watch on as the Prophet reached out one of his hands into the space in front of him, as if he was trying to get a feel for something. As he did this, a very faint blue light began to emanate from his person.
"Focus…breath….Sorcery is dependent on my strength of mind, not of my instinct….I only need to give it purpose and guide it…"
He focused solely on his magic. His desire? To learn to be more in tune with it. To be able to utilize it to form around his surroundings like he does with his pyromancy. The magic responded to his deep state of meditation, spreading out along his fingertips, through his arms and finally making its way up to his body.
Until finally, it simply clicked into place. As if he was a locksmith that had just entered the correct combination into a safe.
There was not pulse of blue, nor there any sort of blinding ray of light. There was only a sensation of extending himself and suddenly feeling of being more….aware of what was around him. He was consciously aware of the snow falling upon the rooftop of the building, of every angle and limitation of the room…or Priscilla's breathing picking up ever further beside him.
"Huh? W-W-What did you do?" she said in a small panic.
The Prophet was quick to guess that her particular abilities must have let her feel his magic around the room, even without any sort of visible change having occurred. As he looked to his hands to examine himself, he thought up a proper and truthful response.
Untrue Magic Sense
A sorcery created by the fleeting form of lost Prophet.
Coats the immediate area in magic. Allowing an increased sense of awareness of one surroundings.
Unless used by one who can react quickly, this spell is relatively useless.
This information caused the Prophet feel satisfied and become eager to test the full capabilities of this new sensation.
"I'm adapting." The Prophet explained with a smile without opening his eye's. He did not see Priscilla clearly struggling to restrain herself.
"I must insist that you cease this…..I can feel you all around me." The crossbreed pleaded in a tone that quickly caught the Prophets attention.
As requested, he focused his thoughts internally and successfully managed too reign in his sorcery. Priscilla relaxed somewhat as she felt the presence recede from her consciousness.
"What…What was that?" she asked after taking a moment to regain herself.
"Nothing really. I just sort of altered my magic into another form." The Prophet said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Think of it as learning a new skill."
"That is not at all what I just felt. Thou did not "learn" anything. You just…You changed what you are. Right down to your very core, you've recast yourself." Priscilla exclaimed with a mixture of disbelief and astonishment. "Thy essence….it felt different. Even better than before. Is that the secret to why you have such an effect on me? Thou continuously refines and alters thy being?"
"Changing what I am?" the Prophet said confusingly with a tilt of his head. "I don't know if any of that is what's actually going on. As far as I know it, its just magic and pyromancy. I can change those and learn to use them better, but I'm pretty sure I'm not actually changing anything about myself beyond that."
At this, it hit Priscilla that perhaps the Prophet was a being that did not fully understand itself or what it was capable of. To her eye's, it was the same as a wolf wanting to hunt a bird and so simply decided to sprout wings. In other words, a complete impossibility.
She stared at him more wide eyed than before for a moment, but with this small understanding came a bit of peace. He really was like her, even more so than she thought. They were both creatures of impossibility, kindred spirits.
Taking a moment to bring her thoughts to order and push away any unsavory urges she might have felt, she spoke in the gentle and calm tone the Prophet had grown used to hearing from her.
"I see. Thy did speak of being able to change thyself using merely thy will before." Priscilla said with a note of understanding in her tone. "I admit, thou art fortunate to be born with such capabilities. I am quite envious."
"Well, you can clearly do a lot of other insane stuff. How do you know you can't learn to change like I do?" the Prophet remarked. Earning a bit of the crossbreed's curiosity for a moment, only for her to shrug it off as ridiculous.
"Nay. I can suppress my abilities, but to change or alter them is an entirely different matter, Prophet." Priscilla exclaimed.
"Well, maybe the problem is that your suppressing them." The Prophet said with a shrug and a smirk on his lips, earning a confused look from the crossbreed at his side.
"What could thou mean by that? Mine is the essence of death itself. I am only just barely about to restrain the urges it brings out of me." The crossbreed asked in a guilt-ridden manner, ashamed that she even had the audacity to speak to him about this knowing that she was very nearly on the verge of consuming him but a few minutes earlier. "Why would suppression of such a thing be the problem? Is it not what's best for all?"
"Cil, as a friend, I have to say that I've noticed that you have a bad habit of not thinking of your own happiness when it counts the most. Your powers are not a curse, they are a part of who you are." The Prophet said calmly as he turned his gaze upon her for a moment. "You shouldn't ignore your shadow. If all you do is block it out and refuse to acknowledge it, sooner or later it will come to control you. But if you acknowledge it presence and work to understand yourself, then you can start along the path of controlling it.
At this, Priscilla's guilt only worsened at the mistake she had almost made with him. If he knew how close she'd come, would he still be able to say such hopeful things to her? Or would he be more hesitant and fearful of her even being near him.
"Thou…doth not understand. I despise my powers for the pain they could bring unto others. They are immoral and wicked. Only capable of bringing harm unto others." The crossbreed said lowly, being completely honest with how she felt with him.
"I believe that's because that's the only way you've ever known how to view them. For example…"
FWOOOSH
Suddenly furrowing his brow and willing his pyromancy to rage menacingly across his body, the Prophet granted himself the visage of a dark revenant out for blood.
"My pyromancy can be a dangerous tool that blackens the flesh of my enemies and destroys everything in my wake. Representing my relentless fury and the destructive hate that I keep in my heart." The Prophet said as he eyed the crossbreed down as if he meant to threaten her. Admittedly, Priscilla took this as a show of his anger for her previous action and very nearly decided to move away from his glare in her apprehension. "However…"
Shwoo~
Showing the control he'd gained over these past few days within the painting, the Prophet willed his flames to slowly fade down into faint embers, until only a small light flame to remain hovering above his palm.
"It can also represent a comforting warmth and a protective light for those that I care for. Seeking not to harm a single soul and only wanting to be happy and at peace." The Prophet said with a smile on his lips and a bright look in his eye's that seemed to remind Priscilla just how friendly and kind he could truly was. "Both aspects tell a part of who I am, and both are the real me. You've seen the side of yourself that is destruction, but that other side is there too. You just have to find it."
At this, Priscilla seemed hesitant. The Prophets words spoke to her, truly they did, but she was conflicted in believing them. Could such a thing truly be possible for her?
"The other side of me…" She said as she thought his words over within herself. "I don't…If such a thing were truly within me, then I would love nothing more than to discover it. But…I would not even know how to even take the first steps to such a thing. If it even is there at all."
At this, the Prophet could not suppress a smirk. He was by no means a magical expert or anything of that sort, but it didn't take a genius to know that positive thinking such as this could do wonders with helping her. As her Lifehunt ability was tied to her emotional state, it was not to unimaginable that she had been her own worst enemy in controlling it, given the circumstances of her past.
Besides, even if such a thing was beyond her no matter what she did, the Prophet felt that helping the crossbreed come to terms with what she was, as well as her past mistakes, would serve as good therapy to help her move forward with her life.
"It is there, Priscilla, and you're not looking for it alone. We can walk the road to finding it together." The Prophet said confidently, wanting to show her that his faith in her was genuine. From the way her tail moved in between her arm and a faint smirk formed on her lip, he assumed she believed him. "As for the first step, why don't we start with simply letting your powers flow freely. Relax and get to know yourself better, as it were."
"And thy thinks that will help? I am not so certain." Priscilla said hesitantly, unsure of this line of thinking.
"You've learned to hold back your more intense emotions pretty well, but when was the last time you just decided to say screw it and let your them take the lead? Vent some of that pent up dragon frustration and let the beast come to the surface." The Prophet explained calmly.
"Thou believes that I should simply let myself go?" Priscilla said a bit nervously, remembering well that her desire to consume him was more than waiting beneath the surface of her calm mind. "I don't think I'm capable of doing something like that, Prophet. I have spent years learning to hold myself back. It is not so easy for me to simply discard all that I have taught myself."
"Is that right?" The Prophet said with a devilish smirk on his lips as a certain idea suddenly entered his mind. "Well, you're in luck. I think I know just the method to give you a little push."
'What method?" Priscilla said in confusion as the Prophet turned towards her and promptly met her reptilian gaze with his own. He knew he only had a small window of time to make this perfect.
"For this to work, you need to trust me, Cil." The prophet said gently as he moved closer towards her. It was only a bit, but more than enough to get her mind going. "I only need…to get a little closer."
"W-What art thou..." Priscilla said as she began to put the pieces together of what he could mean. Here they were, a woman and a man utterly alone within a room together. What else could he be thinking of doing besides…. "Y-Y-You beast. Thou cannot think to try and-. It would be far too improper. W-We art not even of the same species. Your life would no doubt be consumed if we-. We simply cannot do such thing, Prophet!"
Still moving forward, the Prophet merely smirked at the crossbreed's reaction. He was enjoying every second of this, but he had not yet gotten what he wanted just yet. He was going to say something to get her going even further, but it seemed like her mind was doing all the work for him.
Knowing he had to add more fuel to the fire, he raised his hand up and placed it against her cheek. She felt cold to the touch. Despite her protest, Priscilla made no move to retreat from her position nor remove his hand. She merely sat frozen in place, with her cheek a rosy red and her heart feeling as if it was beat far too fast within her chest.
Now not only did she have to contend with her own embarrassment as a woman, but also the feeling of his more refined essence. Needless to say, the crossbreeds was being overwhelmed on at sides.
"P-..Prophet…We..I…I…You must not do this."
He moved closer, ignoring her words and her plea's completely.
"Is he truly serious about this? He's just going to declare his intent and move forward?" Priscilla thought to herself in disbelief as a strange feeling began to rise in her chest alongside the hunger that she felt. "Maybe…Maybe I am just ignorant about these things? Would it really end so terribly if I just…"
He continued to look at her for a few moments more, his gaze was firm and certain. As if he held not a trace of doubt within his mind about what he was about to do.
She swallowed hard as he leaned his face forward with clear intentions.
Having absolutely no idea what she was expected to do in response, Priscilla's opted to bashfully close her eye's and just let whatever was about to happen happen. All the while telling herself that she was only going through with it as a means to learn about such matters.
"Perhaps…just for a moment."
She breath came hesitantly and ever so slightly, ever so slowly, she puckered her lips and awaited what she knew would follow next.
However….
"Boop."
"Huh?"
Her expectations were met with only a quick finger tap to her nose, followed by the distinct sounds of the beginnings of…laughter?
Opening her eye's once again, Priscilla that the Prophet was only just barely containing himself at the sight of her surprised face.
"Pffft, heh, heh, heh, and that's a wrap. Payback, achieved. Point Prophet." The Prophet said as he continued to laugh at the crossbreed's expense. She didn't know what her face looked like at that moment, but apparently the sight was hysterical for him. So much so that he had to hold his sides as he struggled to hold back the fit of laughter.
"Payback? Thou cannot mean….was all that merely a means to take revenge upon me?!" Priscilla question in outrage, the sheer embarrassment she was feeling equal only to her intense frustration.
"Oh, ho, ho, ho, Yeah, it was. Though I gotta say, I did not expect a reaction like the one you gave. Just wow, Cil, Ah-heh, heh, heh, oh my god, I think I'm gonna die from laughing. My sides, heh, heh, heh.." The Prophet laughed heartily as he held his sides and returned to his position back against the wall beside her. "Oh my goodness. Heh, heh, I'm sorry. Since I can't exactly match you physically, I had to get a bit creative. I took a guess that since you've always suppressed your emotions then you might be more vulnerable when confronted with something new. By the way, don't think I didn't notice you puckering up either, BHA HA HA HA."
Hearing this, hearing him laughing at her and making light of what she was going to allow him to do to her person, Priscilla's face became red with mixture of suppressed rage and embarrassment. Every time he opened his mouth, she felt these feelings bubble up further and further until she was practically quivering on the spot.
She snarled her next words, more than spoke them.
"You…You…"
"Heh, heh, okay, okay, I'm sorry. No harm done. I saw the opportunity to get back at you and I just couldn't resist." The Prophet said as his laughter slowly began to die down, though the smile did remain plastered upon his face.
Unfortunately for him, such a meager apology was not nearly enough for the crossbreed.
For you see, the Prophet was dead on the money when he said that the crossbreed was more vulnerable to her emotions due to her suppression of them. But what he was not aware of was that he was far more right than he actually intended to be.
Which was an incredibly bad thing for him, since Priscilla currently felt like she wanted to tear him limb from limb.
She wanted him to pay for giving her such a deep sense of embarrassment the likes of which she'd never even known existed. She wanted retribution for his abhorrent actions. She wanted him to be made to atone for the great sin of toying with her emotions like she was some plaything.
With these feeling guiding her and before the Prophet could even register the she did not take his prank in stride; the crossbreed made her move.
It started with her calmly placing a hand on top of his, confusing the Prophet. Then, just as a confused "Hm?" escaped his throat, she turned and pounced upon him, her strength and size more than enough to pin hand beside his head and restrain his body to the ground. Reacting purely instinctively, the raised his remaining unbound hand to prevent her weight from falling upon him. Only for Priscilla to quickly grab hold and restrain it in the same manner as she had done the other.
"Whoa! What are you doing?!"
"How dare you…How dare you shame me in such a way? Doth thou thinks to make a fool of me so carelessly and receive no recompense?" Priscilla said as her grip on his wrist tightened and the blissful feeling of his essence being so near sent pleasant shivers across her body. "Oh~…"
"Oh crap. Cil, you need to breath. You're getting that look in your eye."
"Silence!" Priscilla said as her brow furrowed and her breathing began to deepen. "T-…Thou art the one at fault here, not me. I kept my control, I restrained myself and thou abused that. Now I am owed retribution…and I will have it."
This time, it was the Prophet turn to have his heart beating rapidly within his chest. Priscilla was looking at him like he was a goddamn five-star meal right now. Her more darker desires and urges were winning over her. She couldn't fight against the thoughts that were plaguing her mind. His very smell was flooding her senses now…
Before the Prophet could even approach the idea of trying to talk her down, Priscilla had already made up her mind and acted.
Without any sort of warning and pinning the human beneath her, the crossbreed lowered her body and delivered a cold and unrepentant kiss.
The act was not done innocently, like a tease, but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. The Prophet was going to try and pull away before he lost himself, but he just couldn't seem to manage to do so…literally. Something in that moment denied him his ability to resist her. He was not reduced to a zombie as before, but his senses had somehow been seduced and he could no longer think straight.
"Priscilla." he whispers slowly a she parted her lips for the briefest of seconds. She smiled, her heart fluttering at his voice as she clasped her hands on either side of his face. Never before has her name ever felt so wonderful to hear, she thinks, as she leaned in for another…
She kissed him again and the world fell away. It was slow and soft this, comforting for her in ways that words would never be. Her hand rested below her ear, her thumb caressing his cheek as their breaths mingled. She used her tail to wrap around his body, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest.
Being this close to him, pressing herself against his form the way that she did, it was impossible for her to focus on anything but the feeling of the life coursing with him.
With the combination of battling her innate desire for life his life, coupled with her yearning to hold on to the feeling of his lips against her own, Priscilla was practically walking a very thin line with keeping her more bestial nature in check. So maddening were these urges that her entire body was visibly quivering with restraint.
It was only when a small trace of the Prophets saliva entered her mouth did she inhale sharply and her quivering came to a complete halt.
Barely hesitating, she hungrily pushed her lips harder against his, opening his mouth and forcing her tongue inside. She shuddered and there was a sound from the back of her throat, half growl, half moan. She could perfectly hear his words in the back of mind saying not to sample him, but she doesn't care because all she could focus on was the liquid warmth that was quickly spreading through her body.
It was agony, knowing that this was only the barest hint of his essence and that it was more than enough to have her swooning in place. Her whole body craved more, craved him. She realized that, before it was too late, she had to release her hold. Come up for air and think before she drained him of everything he had within.
The heat rose in her cheeks as she reluctantly began to pull herself back, her own heated breath mingling with his as a thin trail of the elusive liquid she'd scoured for in his mouth trailed between then. The sensation and taste of him on her lips beckoned her to go back in for more, but she settled for one last brief kiss before burying this feeling down as best she could.
Reptilian silver eyes met golden one's as she hovered over him for a moment, before moving off his person and sitting next to him against the wall once again. Eventually, the Prophet sat up and leaned his back against the wall without saying a word.
Eventually, it was Priscilla who spoke up first.
"Th-….There. My revenge for thy sin has been achieved. The score between us is settled once more." She said bashfully, though they were both more than aware that what just happened went far beyond simply "Settling the score." "I hope that thou remembers this lesson well, lest thy incur my wrath once more."
At this, it would not be strange to expect the Prophet to have some sort of witty retort or casual pun ready in response, but frankly he had none to offer. Honestly, who would? He played a small prank, only for it to turn into a half dragon pinning him down and french kissing him. What exactly was he supposed to say?
And so it was that he retreated to his thoughts for an answer.
"Okay…that happened…its done. Not big whoop, right? Lets just be calm about this and not blow it out of proportion." The Prophet thought to himself, only for the lingering taste of her on his tongue to make that approach a complete impossibility. "No, no, no, I'm calm! I'm am not letting this get to me! In fact, I'm not thinking about it. Not even a little. I'm definitely not thinking of what it be like to do it again, or what her tail feels like, or how cute she looks, or-"
It was at that moment, the Prophet realized that, obviously yes, he was thinking about each and every one of those things. Leaving him to place a single hand to his head as he came to a firm conclusion about himself.
"Oh my god, I enjoyed it! I'm an asshole! Velka's gonna kill me!"
At the same time he'd done this, the cawing sound of a number of the monstrous crows abominations resounded from the other side of the door of the building the two were in. Not a moment after hearing this did said begin to beat against the door with all their might, quickly breaking it down and crashing inside. It seemed that they had come close enough for Priscilla anti-life presence to draw them towards her.
Once inside, one of the beast raged and raised its wings threateningly as two more of its kind cawed directly behind it.
Unfortunately for them, no one within the room would be paying them any particular attention this day.
Priscilla simply looked upon them with mild interest for a moment before turning herself invisible. Meanwhile, the Prophet barely reacted to their presence at all, not even sparing them a quick glance.
With only being granted a few seconds more before they all pounced upon him, he had but one last thought to himself
"Wait, maybe Anna would be cool with it….Oh my god, I am an asshole!"
OKAY, ALRIGHT, HOLD ON! JUST LET ME GET A FEW WORDS OUT!
Firstly, before anyone ask, no, I have no idea what I'm going to do with this in the future. I just woke up one day and said "You know what, if the Prophet can't make out with the legendary waifu that is Priscilla, thats whats the point?!" So yes, I am literally just throwing caution to the wind and ging with the flow on the Prophet and Priscilla thing. God help us all.
Secondly, I want to say that within this chapter, I have placed a lot more secrets regarding both the Prophet and Priscilla that it seems at first glance. The Prophets nature, Priscilla's nature, and a whole butt load of other things are littered in this chapter. I also want to say that I love the thought that not even the Prophet himself doesn't truly understand his own nature or how he does what he does and instead just chooses to just do and accept that he can.
Thirdly, just for you dirty mind individuals out there hoping that something more intimate might happen between the two of them, I want to say that I imagine that if the two of them did hypothetically go further than they did, the Prophet had maybe a 65% chance of dying due to Priscilla not being able to maintain herself. Though I know for some of us these odds are acceptable, I just thought I'd point that out.
Fourthly, I want to say to not underestimate that seemingly inconsequential sorcery the Prophet developed. Is far more useful than I let on this chapter, especially with someone with the Prophets abilities.
And lastly, okay seriously this time, I'm going to get things moving in the next chapter. So no one worry about that. And no one think its going to be all lovey dovey. The checklist includes: an epic faceoff (Possibly full on 3 mini-bosses and army of crows and hollows vs the Prophet), the Prophet getting his dang memories back, Priscilla learning more of herself now that she has someone she cares about and cares about her, and possibly two new abilities for the Prophet. I know its a big list, but dammit, I got this.
Alrighty then, guys and gals, thats all I got to say this time around.
As always, feel free to leave a review and tell me what you guys thought about this chapter of the story. Did things move at a good pace between Priscilla and the prophet? Was our favorite fluffy tailed crossbreed a little too aggressive? Was the Prophet assumptions about her control of her power a reasonable one?
Honest opinions are always appreciated as I'm always looking to improve my style of writing to make this story a bit more interesting for you guys. so don't be shy in telling me your thoughts about how things are going so far. Outside opinions will have a huge effect on how this story will play out.
This is Supreme Gamer, Signing out.
P.S. Is it weird that the Priscilla and Yuria, the two most inhuman characters, are the only ones that understand that there is something very wrong with the entity that is "the Prophet". I just love that everyone see's it as him just "learning faster", while in reality its something even more outrageous.
P.P.S Okay, I can't be the only one thinking of what Yuria would say if she met Priscilla. I'm thinking something crazy along the lines of "You did WHAT with my lords essence?!"