Hey guys guess what NO LEMON DX, I couldn't do it had to progress the story more. Anyway hope you enjoy. shoutout to Gregular for the favorite and follow.
Edward could honestly say without fatigue that Elsa was a wonderous woman.
Both physically and mentally none were like her, which made him laying down with her, the luckiest person in history. They had just finished satisfying one another in a way that had his head foggy and still spinning. She was bare against his chest still trailing her nail across his scars like the first time. He tried focusing on the feeling to stay awake but its effect on him had his eyes closing against his will. He was still not entirely used to this sense of peace that the blonde gave him but he found it so addicting and powerful that his mind was cleared of thoughts as he entered a deep sleep.
Elsa could tell when the man under her fell asleep because the gliding of his claws on her side ceased and his muscles went lax. While she enjoyed the hard planes of his body, she found it even more rewarding when she could make them soften which meant he was relaxed. Her insides were still tingling in the afterglow of their dance, it was a surprise that she was the one to outlast him.
As she waited for her body to wind down from its high, her mind drifted to the Southern Isles. It's been almost a week since she sent Grace to report on the situation that might be unfolding there. Geographically speaking, the kingdom looked to be a four to five day travel schedule from Arendelle if she compared it to Blackdust and there wasn't much pirate activity in those waters so there wasn't that much of a delay. The blonde told herself she would send more ships if her envoy hadn't returned within two weeks.
Elsa would not leave her people at the mercy of someone else, if her envoy was being held hostage then she would get them back. Her council was aware of this and agreed with her but that was it, no one else knew. Stonewell wasn't briefed due to his field exercise about to take place and would be made aware when he returned. Anna was already gone with Kristoff for their wedding and honeymoon with the trolls which would also be back in a week. Rapunzel, Eugene, and Cassandra had left and were on their way back to Corona. That left Edward who she also hadn't told since he was going to be with the Captain, and if she were being honest with herself…
...she didn't want to put Edward in a position where he might have to fight a large battle.
This was the second time she had an up close look at the various scars that criss crossed over his chest. They were numerous and came in different shapes and sizes. None of them looked two disconfiguring but the woman could tell that they were quite painful at the time. When looking at these scars, she wholeheartedly felt that he had fought enough and shouldn't be forced into another war. Here, he was happy and content.
Wrath had been very cooperative and left the young man's mind alone and this Father person still hadn't made a move against Arendelle despite her Elemental powers being revealed for so long. There were days she would lie in her bed after being woken up by a nightmare of men like Zavis storming her kingdom and she being powerless to stop them. She would watch every house be burned to the ground and her people slaughtered like cattle until she was the very last one. The worst nightmares were of Greed having his way with Anna and Kristoff while Zavis killed the castle staff and guards. Finally, she saw Edward not rushing to defend Arendelle but soulless and on their side looking down at her with hate in his eyes before he raised his sword and brought it down on her.
It was during those times she couldn't sleep and would take time to look out to the training yard to see a smiling Edward teach his class. From what she could tell, they were all getting quite good. Stonewell's class had been showing off some rather very impressive moves. While Edward's was far more refined and worked well as a unit. She would even ask Hector of his honest opinion of how they were progressing. Despite her initial dislike of him in the beginning for his less than honorable intentions and multiple flirtations, he was still an excellent guard.
He explained in detail to her what each guard lacked and improved on and gave them honest assessments. She thought he was going to explain how inferior they all were to him but he didn't, even though she could tell he was confident against them, he acquiesced that they were close to being a very effective fighting force. That alleviated her fears a bit as her thoughts then turned to her personal guard.
Early on, she made it obvious that she saw through all of his attempts to impress her and that she was aware of his multiple conquests. Due to that, he quickly gave up the notion of attempting to win her favor and stuck to his job. Since becoming her guard, his training with Stonewell was essentially over since he would be at her side all day and when he wasn't he had four of the same men every day take over for him while he dealt with other matters.
Curious as to what he did when he wasn't around her, she had Kai keep tabs on him and report back to her. She wasn't that surprised to learn that Hector had secret meetings with her council. It was easy to see that he was both a guard and observant that her council used to keep an eye on her. He had meetings with every one of them except Duke Eren. The man in question had met with her secretly to tell her that the rest of the council was using Hector to watch her. Even though she already knew this, it was nice to see that there was one among the castle that was open and honest with her.
She thought about dismissing him when it seemed that his loyalty seemed to be more aligned with her council and not her but shook that thought away. His removal would raise alarms with her council and Hector would be even more suspicious of Edward. She tried ignoring the looks he gave the young man whenever they happened to be in the vicinity. For the most part, Edward seemed to ignore the look and continue on like it was nonexistent but she didn't. She could see the pensive yet searching gaze the guard fixed on the young man.
She remembered him voicing his concerns about Edward after the ball and he was very close to the truth. She had thought with that look Alrick gave him, he'd keep his nose out of their affairs but to his credit, he was not easily swayed. She truly wondered what would happen if Hector ever found out about Wrath, what would be his reaction. She could see several, most of them had him turning the council against her and bringing bad tidings to Edward. She could not let that happen but unfortunately with the guard so close, she was in quite the precarious position.
Elsa giggled when she realized where she was. Here she was in Edward's arms and thinking about Hector, if the young man knew about that, he was sure to throw a fit. She dismissed those dark thoughts from her head for now and tried to enjoy where she was. Currently nestled with the man she felt for from the bottom of heart who brought so much warmth with just his presence. After being alone and cold for so long, it was nice to be ending the day with someone that was hers and no one else's.
Her eyes started to get heavy and she was about to nod off when the arm holding her gently shook her. She smiled against his chest before slowly lifting her head ready to answer him with a smile when she stopped and realized she was looking into two red eyes.
Ahimoth was looking over multiple files on his desk all pertaining to one soldier. The name on the files were of Ian Cavaliere, a Mystic Guard member who was known for his skill in assassination as well as the twin daggers he had for weapons. As far as the report went, the man was an excellent soldier, one of the higher ranked members who had plenty of experience under his belt. He was well educated, having spent time improving his knowledge before joining the military.
His cause of death was of course the night Rakat was killed. The report had said that Ian was cut in half from the waist down by the traitor's missing katana. Such a wound would've been beyond hope. It was reported that his body was buried the same time as the others were. When the Prince dug up the first three graves and confirmed that they were definitely dead, he searched for the last one and dug it up. What was inside, made his eyes narrow.
There was definitely a body inside the coffin, however it seems that whoever put the body inside hadn't read the report. The spine was intact. He had seen the blade that Rahim had cherished many times in battle, if Ian was wearing his armor which was described to be a chestplate with twin pauldrons and was reported to be cut in half, only Rahim's blade with enough force could cut through both the armor and the body. Any other katana would've been deflected if not chipped horrendously.
The autopsy was conclusive in the single thin cut that separated the body. It seemed someone made a sloppy mistake, or didn't think to consider how far the Prince was willing to go to find the truth.
This proved that Ian's body was missing and could very well be wandering around. After confirming this, Ahimoth poured through the entire life of the soldier and was dismayed when he found out the man had a wife and little girl that Wrath killed. It made a sad and ghastly tale, a soldier fighting for his family found his wife and daughter killed then was killed by the monster who did it, only to be revived again to serve the person controlling the monster.
It was only an hypothesis to be sure and he would need his father to return to learn more. The Prince sat back and sighed, he was getting married soon, he shouldn't be worried about dead men coming back to life. There was also the missing armor and katana of his former friend which dwelled in his mind. Ahimoth couldn't help but think that if he were Ian and remembered who Wrath was before, then taking the armor they wore would open plenty of opportunities for payback.
Their uniforms were known far and wide alongside the King's Spearhead. If anyone saw that armor then they would know it was from Blackdust. Their work to show that they weren't immoral mercenaries would be all for naught if that armor was seen committing atrocities again. He considered writing Arendelle and warning Queen Elsa who happened to be one of the only kingdoms to actually be considering becoming formal allies.
His father had sent a letter saying that he had a few of the Mystic Guard soldiers with him accompany an envoy to the Southern Isles to check on a possible invasion threat. While this wa happening, the King would be going to Corona to verify the information that Edward apparently shared which included the last known locations for Rakat's army. The Prince had checked the information along with the reports that Pride would send back after encountering the remnants.
So far, they all checked out.
While the location wasn't exact, it narrowed down the search area as well as gave them points of contact to look for. It seemed that most of Rakat's army had been found and with a few more attacks, they would be able to wipe out the last of the remnants. Ahimoth didn't want to admit it but it looked like Edward really was trying to make amends. Which made it almost funny there was a risk that someone might frame him by wearing Rahim's armor.
He really should send the reports to the King as soon as possible. Corona wasn't that far away from Arendelle in fact it would likely take a few days of travel which made it quite fast for a messenger bird to return home. One good thing about Rakat was he knew how to maintain an network of information. He always had multiple pigeons imported from each of the major kingdoms. Anytime his commanders left the kingdom, they were required to bring at least three homing pigeons with them to relay information back to the kingdom.
Alrick had taken five of them and already used two so he only had three more replies before needing to return home. When he said he'd be going to Corona, he also explained he would be seeking an audience with the monarchy there. If that was the case, then Ahimoth just needed to send a pigeon from Corona. After copying the reports onto plank documents, the Prince made a short trip to the messenger tower where they receive all incoming messages.
When he walked through the doors, he was instantly greeted with the stench of bird shit that was still quite powerful even with the open drafts caused by the openings in the tower. As usual the pigeons were making incessant noises that really irritated the Prince. He always hated coming to this tower after a campaign to pick up more birds to prepare for the next one. They always would have a problem with him around, never shutting up and even pecking him when he tried to get the message from them.
Still don't feel bad for snapping one of their necks.
Once, after getting with Lilian, Ahimoth received a pigeon from Pride. The brunette was helping him with some reports and watched him wrestle the bird for the message for a time. It was quite funny to be honest, almost made her think Pride sent the most aggressive one he could find. She giggled up until the moment the Lieutenant lost his patience and snapped the bird's neck. It was quite disappointing that the man she was with was so quick to resort to violence. It led to them having a very large fight that same day about him being more than just a bloodthirsty mercenary that most people feared him to be.
She refused to speak to him for days after the argument until one day he knocked on her door and said that he would not leave until she opened up. True to his word, he stayed right there at her door for an entire day. When she finally opened her door, she was slightly disgusted to see that he was wearing the exact same clothes as the day before and his waterskin was quite warm to the touch, meaning he used it as a means to relieve himself.
He immediately told her that he thought about what she said and that she was right and he could be better than what people thought of him. However he confessed he wasn't going to do it for them, he was going to do it for her. And he did, he worked hard, harder than she'd ever seen. While he may have been light hearted and humorous during his time as a soldier, he was still empathetic and callous about shedding blood.
Currently, he would try to settle disputes diplomatically but was quite ready and willing to end it violently if it escalated or the situation called for it. Which was what he was doing now, with what he learned about Ian, he couldn't find himself hating the guy even if he was Greed. The man was once a comrade that had his wife and daughter taken from him, grief made people do terrible things. If it was possible, Ahimoth wanted to speak to Ian again and convince him that he didn't have to listen to Father and that his wife and child wouldn't have wanted him to cause more pain.
The Prince found the right pigeon that flew to Corona and sent it on its way, hoping it would arrive before his father did. He was also hoping that the kingdom wouldn't be hostile toward the King. As far as he knew, Blackdust hadn't made an enemy out of Corona, there was that war in Rosenberg which was one of their allies but the force sent to assist were called off after being betrayed by Ashfeld. Rakat ordered that the kingdom be razed to the ground as well as all their riches were to be given to Rosenburg to avoid an unnecessary war.
Ahimoth didn't know how the King and Queen of Corona would feel about his father personally going there. He may not have done anything and Blackdust may not have attacked them directly, both were still connected to the loss of life from Rosenburg's forces. It would take some effort to show them that Blackdust wasn't like that anymore and if anyone could do it, the King could.
With that done, the Prince returned to his office and began to look over some reports when there were a few soft knocks sounded against his door. He looked up and smiled when he saw Lilian carrying a tray of food with her. He looked over to the grandfather clock in the room and noticed that he had already missed lunch after skipping breakfast that morning.
"We aren't even married and I'm already taking care of you."
"Hey, I give you massages a lot these days so I can say that I take care of you."
The brunette chuckled before walking over and laying the tray down in front of him. There was a slice of meat that he couldn't identify but smelled great, with some rice as well as small cubes of cheese. Grinning like a wolf, the Prince put down his writing utensils in favor of eating ones and dug in. When he took the first bite out of the meat, he was quite satisfied to find out it was squirrel. Personally he loved the taste of the small animal, some might hesitate to kill such a cute creature but like pigeons, squirrels hated him too. The only reason Lilian never got upset was that he always killed them just for food and not out of anger.
The brunette rarely ever made the dish, usually saving it for special occasions, or when he was feeling kind of down. Truth be told, he hadn't really been able to spend a lot of time with his fiancee, being King left little time for him to relax. The council kept dropping task after task on him in which he spent most of the day in this office. Sometimes he even sleeped in here. The times he did find himself asleep in here, he would find a blanket draped over his shoulders, courtesy of Lilian most likely.
With him being so busy, she had to plan the wedding mostly by herself which upsetted him. He wanted them to have a perfect wedding as it would most definitely be the happiest day of his life. He trusted her judgement completely but it would've been nice to sit down and playfully argue over the details. Instead he was looking over Ian's service record and the very few reports he wrote himself. He was about to thank her and bid her a good day when one particular report shocked him and made him choke on his food. The brunette was at his side in an instant and after a few moments the two of them were able to unclog the piece of food in his throat.
"Are you alright?"
"...Lilian what do you remember of the day Rahim took you from your home?"
The question shocked the woman as Ahimoth looked at her with an intense expression.
"Everything, why do you ask?"
"Do you remember seeing a soldier who used twin daggers and his armor was a set of pauldrons and a chestplate?"
The brunette thought back to when she was sleeping in her room and was woken up by the sound of voices in the main living room. It took her a moment to wake herself up and remove the sleep from her eyes but when they adjusted to the dark room, she was surprised to see a man rifling through her belongings. In hindsight, she should've remained quiet instead of shrieking in fear and causing the man to whip out one of his daggers and subdue her. In that brief moment, she remembered the man looking on her nightstand at a children's book. The gift was from her father which she enjoyed reading as a child.
"Yes, he was Rahim's partner, the one who decided to bring me along with him."
Ahimoth tried extremely hard to remember the man who brought Lilain in Elysion. He could remember bits and pieces but nothing definitive enough to distinguish the voice as Greed's. "I want you to think back when we were in Arendelle and that Greed guy spoke like he knew me. Did his voice seem familiar to you?"
The brunette recalled the structured yet condescending tone of the man that helped Hans escape. She tried remembering how the man talked when he had her captured and presented her to Alrick. They sounded somewhat the same but she couldn't be sure. The fact he knew about Elysion was a surprise given that only a few were alive who knew of all the details. While it was possible the survivors could've passed on the story, the sure disdain in the man's tone spoke volumes.
Like he blamed Ahimoth for the deaths that occured.
"I'd have to hear it again..."
The Prince nodded as he put the reports aside for now. There was nothing he could do until the King responded to his message. For now, he would take a small break and enjoy his fiancee's cooking then get back to whatever menial task the council would send his way. Hopefully, things would settle down and he could move on with his life, but at the back of his mind, he couldn't help but think a storm was coming, and they were heading right for it.
It was quite jarring to be staring into Wrath's eyes right after she and Edward had pleasured themselves. He chose now of all times to take control and was looking at her. Part of her considered scooting away and covering up but it was a moot point. She was under no illusion that the demon had no idea what they just did and hadn't seen her bare. She was also aware that his claws had begun to grow sharper against her skin but still left no mark.
"I trust you are having a good evening."
"I am, can I assume you are also?"
"Not as good as the one Edward's having but it's nice to know that his consciousness does sleep from time to time."
Elsa raised an eyebrow at what he could mean but noticed that Wrath hadn't moved in an inch. He was staying perfectly still as he spoke, like he was right over an edge and one move would send him over.
"He really relaxes when he's around you, so much so that just now was one of the few times he's let go completely which allowed me to take control while he's unaware. I'm sure if I move too fast or disturb his state of relaxation he would wake up and wrestle me for control. So I won't be moving much but I can use this time to speak with you without him knowing what about."
"What is it that you wish to speak to me about?"
"I just wanted to ask you something and look you in the eye when I did."
"What is it you wish to ask me?"
"Are you afraid of me?"
There was that question again. Spoken in the same sincere tone as before that could have easily been mistaken as Edward's. Before, she really didn't have an answer. To see him face to face with that large predatory smile on his face was definitely frightening, especially knowing what he did. However from what she learned, she couldn't quite blame Wrath for everything he did, he was ordered to and spent most of his time locked away. He never had anyone teach him right from wrong, all he did was hunt until one day he got the gift of thought and was able to see his actions in perspective of one of his victims.
From what Edward described to her of where the demon's soul looked like, she couldn't help but feel bad. The pitch black sky he described seemed lonely and Wrath's wish to see what the sky looked like outside of the walls reminded her of what she wished to see out her room. It made her think that she had some common ground with the being next to her. The demon proved that he could wrestle control from the young man and be free to enjoy the world around him yet always returned to that lonely place.
Like he was hiding from something.
At first she wondered what he could possibly be hiding from. He clearly was a very dangerous individual that moved faster than what she would think possible in an instant. The brief demonstration of his anger with Edward proved that he wasn't one to be trifled with yet he was still hiding. She then thought of Father who the demon professed to be loyal to, yet despite him being loyal, he hasn't done one thing to cripple them.
Even now, she was literally in his grasp, she was under no illusion she could extract herself and call upon her ice before he could sink his claws in her side. If she was really a threat to Father as Grand Pabbie and Edward believed, then killing her would be a smart decision. Yet, here he was choosing to talk to her. She had faith that Edward would never allow Wrath to hurt her but the demon could've at least tried if it was so loyal.
With those thoughts in her head, Elsa rolled over so she was resting on his chest so she could look him dead in the eyes as she spoke.
"No, I'm not afraid."
"Even knowing that I plan on killing you, you're not afraid of me."
"I don't think you want to. I think you're the one who's afraid. Afraid of being sent back to your cage again and forced to wait until you're let out again."
Wrath's eyes narrowed in burned in quiet rage as his hand twitched. She thinks he was afraid? He could snap her neck like a twig, even if Edward was awake and aware of his thoughts, he was so close. The odds of the young man's efforts being enough to stop him from jerking his left hand across her throat were slim. Wrath didn't feel fear, all he felt was anger and that was it, he wasn't a miserable human and all those emotions were from Edward not him.
"You don't know me, all you know is your lovesick puppy who is dumb enough to put himself in between you and Father after watching me kill all those people with Rahim's body."
"I thought you were willing to entertain the possibility that you two are one in the same, so if I do know Edward then I do know you."
He snorted, he was beginning to regret waiting for Edward to relax enough to have this conversation. The woman in front of him should've been very afraid of him, even if she had those ridiculous feelings of love, her survival instinct should've compelled her to be more cautious.
"It was something to think about instead of being bored all the time but now I know it is a waste of time. I'll devour Edward's soul then kill you, simple as that. There's no point in entertaining this farce for a moment longer, Father will come here and when he does I will be ready for him. I don't know why Talib was at the wedding earlier but it matters not, there's no hope for any of you."
"If there really is no hope, then why don't you just kill me now? I can't stop you and as you said Edward's too gone right now to come back at a moment's notice. This will be your best chance to do what you propose."
Wrath slowly raised his left arm and positioned it in a fashion that one quick thrust would separate her head from her shoulders. All the while Elsa continued to stare at him with those calm blue orbs, not daring him, just waiting to see him carry out his intentions. It was stupid for the prey to wait for its death and Wrath couldn't help but think that if he did this, he would prove that he wasn't Edward or Rahim.
His stared back into hers when he was sure that Edward's consciousness was at its most lax and jerked his arm. He expected the blood splatter across his face and to see her lifeless eyes staring back into his but for some reason, his arm stopped cold. His claws were barely touching her neck as she didn't even flinch at the sudden movement. The demon remained still as he felt Edward begin to awaken at the jerk until he drifted back to sleep unaware of what was happening.
The demon didn't know what happened, in that moment, it really was trying to kill her. Yet for some reason, its arm stopped on its own. He quickly examined his arm expecting an ice chain or something binding his arm but nothing was there. That was impossible, Edward was asleep and Rahim was long gone, the only mind in control right now was his, so why did he hesitate?
It was then that Elsa decided to lift an hand and gently rested it on his left arm which caused it to immediately relax. Wrath watched his claws retract on their own volition and allowed themselves to be pulled against her cheek. It was then at that moment that the demon felt something besides anger, he told himself he didn't feel fear not even a moment ago but he just got his first dose.
Somehow, this woman had more control over him than he realized. What made it worse was that he was dimly aware that his thoughts were catering to her whims. For a moment he thought that perhaps she had cast some kind of spell on him to control him but Elementals weren't witches. Maybe that troll gave her some object to control beings like him when he wasn't looking or something. Yet there was nothing in her hands. All she was doing was looking at him with those damn blue eyes.
He really wanted to kill her now, damn the consequences if Edward felt this mad tornado of rage. He wanted to rip her into tiny pieces and make him watch but try as he might, his anger wouldn't build. His murderous intent was subdued like a puppy being scolded by its owner.
"Are you alright?"
He knew he should've hated hearing her concern. What did she care, she only wanted Edward with her, she couldn't give a damn about him. She was a human, there had to be some ulterior motive to her doing this. He kept trying to tell himself this but the more and more he repeated it, the less he felt it was true.
Deep down, he knew that Elsa was concerned.
Edward could tell what the blonde was feeling most of the time by looking in her eyes, Wrath never understood that until now. He could see that she meant every word and that she felt sorry for him. It should've sickened him to be pitied by a human, one he knew was full of flaws and would likely not live long.
But to be honest…
...it felt like for once, just once, the pitch black sky in his soul had one tiny star in it.
He couldn't do this, he needed to get away from her. Wrath retreated back into his soul as fast he could, giving Edward complete and utter control. He couldn't look into her eyes no more, they were too mesmerizing for him to think straight. When he was finally in the solitude of his courtyard surrounded by weapons, he was finally able to build the rage he was so accustomed to.
However, he was now aware that the rage didn't come from him, it came from all the weapons that harbored anger and resentment toward him for killing them.
There was a small pit in the demon's stomach, it grew larger and larger the longer he stood there. He didn't know how much time had passed but the feeling had grown worse and worse. It took a moment of searching through his knowledge but he was finally able to recognize the feeling he was experiencing. It should've been impossible, that's what he told himself. Only Edward and Rahim should've felt this feeling. He shouldn't, he's been killing for as long as he could remember, even after getting Rahim's knowledge, this feeling shouldn't have awakened inside him.
Wrath the Furious, for the first time in his long life, felt guilty for everything he had done.
He didn't want anyone to know he felt this way. Even Edward couldn't know. The demon quickly went back to see Elsa still staring at him with concern in her eyes. How he should've hated those eyes but instead he just wanted to let out all of his feelings at the mere sight of them. Somehow he could tell that she knew exactly what he was feeling and it was killing him yet liberating in a sense.
"Please...don't tell Edward any of this."
His voice sounded weak to his own ears. What had happened to him? He was supposed to be the furious sin, the one who never backed down from anything but here he was ready to break down in front of the woman he was supposed to kill. From any other human he would have expected his request to be denied and told a monster like him didn't have the right to ask for anything.
From her, he was given a simple nod and smile which made him wrap his arms around her and let his head fall back.
When he returned to his soul he looked up in the sky to see that single star. It seemed distant and far away but it was more than enough. Wrath felt Edward's feelings and they resonated within him as if they were his own. His desire to kill her was still there yet it was reduced to a faint echo. He didn't know what to do, for once, he was stagnant. There was no one to ask on what he should do, Elsa had done more than enough, it was up to him to figure out where to go from here.
In Corona, in an underground cavern, a boy was working on his latest project. A metal that was a combination of steel and iron that combined their durability, thermal conductivity, and high melting point. The project was inspired by another alchemist who was also in Corona that said that he couldn't recreate the perfect metal. He described it as being hard enough to cut through most other metals yet keep its shine and not chip. It was such a vague request but the young alchemist was eager to see if he could recreate it.
The door to the cavern opened and in came the older alchemist, carrying a box full of different metals for other trials. "Varian, how did the test go? Did you manage to combine the two metals yet?"
"Yes I've already gotten a stable mixture and was just about to pressurize it and cool it to your specifications. As we know, iron and steel are some of the most common types of metals used in creating weapons. This will be our base and test for the other metals. As I'm sure you know Chromium is the hardest metal around yet is too brittle. Titanium on the other hand is more dense and could counteract the brittleness of Chromium. I plan on combining these two metals first and testing to see if they can shatter the alloy created from combining steel and iron."
The older alchemist placed the box on the ground and looked over all the designs and calculations that littered the lab. The two of them had been at this for days coming, up with theories as well as collecting samples. The idea was sound and the calculations matched up. They just needed a working prototype and the older man had just the design for it.
He spent the day creating the mold for the new weapon he wished to be the first that the metal would be shaped into. He got the idea based on the executioners in Europe during the Middle Ages. They were well known for their axes yet he had a feeling the person he was making this for would prefer a sword to an axe. The mold was of a long blade which was several feet long that had no place for a sharp edge. The executioner's blade wasn't meant to be used in combat given the fact it was generally used to kill someone with their neck upright. If the tests went well then the blade would be able to stand up to most impacts and not break and with it not being mainly used for cutting, chips on it wouldn't stop its use.
Yes, Pride will be well equipped when the time has come.
"Well then let the tests begin."
Hey guys, sorry if ya'll were hoping for a lemon, had the intention to but wanted to move on with the story some more. I hope that little moment with Wrath wasn't a completely out of nowhere twist. Don't worry, it will be explained later if something bothered you about it. Please send me a pm or review if you have any concerns you would like me to address.
To that guest who wondered if Elsa would've gotten preggers after this lemon, the answer is no.
I'm likely going to put off another lemon chapter for a while. Really wanted to see if I could do better than the one in chapter 27 because it seemed that I put a big plot point in the middle of a lemon that while is not totally bad but takes away from it you know. Let me know what you all think, I'm going to try and drop another chapter on President's day which will likely be a shorter chapter but I'll try and keep the story progressing.
Kinda feels like this fanfic's pacing is really really slow.