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Betad by Priapus, Marethyu
The Gamer's Guide to Conquest, The Original
Chapter 11: When in Roma
– Nick Fury –
Having the entire world learn about the existence of the supernatural was curious.
On one hand, he wanted to strangle the person who'd done this with no warning. Not even a hint to give him time to prepare for the shitshow (Kuro, again. Of course).
He was almost convinced that Kuro had done it on purpose, as part of some grand master plan, the time-travelling mutant plotting his domination. Or maybe he was just jumping at shadows. It could be either, and in this business, he couldn't just write it off.
On the other hand, he had been able to force the councillors to increase his funds in preparation for tracking and, if necessary, combating the supernatural. Well, the councillors that weren't Hydra plants, he'd killed those before they ever realised their cover was blown. When confronted over the assassinations, he turned it on the others and reamed them out for letting Hydra infiltrate the World Security Council; the best way to get out of trouble was to get the person angry at you in more trouble.
The extra funding was already proving necessary as Dracula himself had just wandered into Massachusetts, feeding on several people before vanishing. Vlad Tepes was anything but subtle. Tracking him was easy, but dealing with him was far less so. This was exactly the kind of thing he wanted the Avengers for. Regular agents couldn't handle things like this.
But the simple truth was that he didn't have time to chase the supernatural. This had happened at the worst possible time. The war with Hydra raged on, and it was only getting bigger.
Hydra's best weapon was anonymity, and his pre-emptive strikes had done immense damage. With how isolated many of the branches of Hydra were, he was able to kill many of their leaders and top agents before they even realised that they were under attack. Fortunately, a lot of the Hydra forces weren't communicating with each other; their love of secrecy had backfired on them, perhaps even fatally.
First, Hydra, then he'd deal with the supernatural.
– Kuro Tepes –
"So, I'm a Vampire now?" I ask, sitting in a meeting room as I wipe the last of the blood from my lips. Emma had a blood bag waiting for me when I woke up. Lilith is sitting next to me, ready if I have any more... lapses.
They brought me here and sent Amara away. I can still hear the pulsing of blood in both Emma and Selene's veins, but now that I've fully woken up and fed, my control isn't so weak. Emma has taken a diamond form anyway, and Selene is strong enough to look after herself. It's Saturday night, an entire day lost to me. I sent a message to Colleen to let her know I'm still planning on returning, but some family business has come up.
"You are, or at least you should be. Honestly, we aren't entirely sure what you are," Lilith admits, looking at Emma, which makes Emma continue where Lilith left off.
"Your father should have turned you, from what your sister has explained to me. And yet, I admit I was worried about your fertility for obvious reasons. I extracted another sperm sample and had it tested. Your seed is unchanged," Emma admits, making me frown. That doesn't really make sense if I've changed race. "I believe we might have misunderstood the power of your X-Gene. Both your new acquaintances and I have been discussing just what is so different about you. Our best guess is that your true power is not nullification but adaptability."
"We believe that you adapted to be able to nullify powers due to being exposed to my power in the womb; each of your other powers has adapted to suit your needs," Selene explains, making me pause.
Uhh, yeah. Sure, let's go with that.
It's more or less correct, master! As a Gamer, your body is incredibly adaptable, and I can incorporate basically anything into your system!
"You aren't the first mutant to be turned into a vampire, but ordinarily, they lose their powers upon turning. You, however, have kept yours, according to Miss Frost," Elizabeth continues with a slight frown. "I attempted to gain a mutant childe many years ago; they lost their powers when I turned them. It was just a waste of a weekend, frankly."
"You have definite vampire traits. Your skin has paled, you've grown two very sharp fangs, and yet your heart still beats, and you still have mutant sperm. Again, we believe that your adaptability kept it untouched since you need it that way," Selene continued.
"Then, am I a mutant or a vampire?" I ask, making Selene chuckle.
"Seemingly, both. Or perhaps neither, something new entirely. Not to mention you have some demonic traits due to drinking my blood while your body was changing," Shiklah says calmly, a smile on her face. "You're one of a kind, even by Tepes standards."
"For now, we will have to wait and see just what you become, but brother? Be very careful about who you feed on; stick to humans or mutants. We don't know what will happen if you start drinking the blood of other races. It could be beneficial, or it could be fatal as your body tries to adapt too much," Lilith says, placing a hand on mine.
"Understood. So, what happens now? Because you two were trying to kidnap me yesterday," I say bluntly, making Elizabeth smirk and Shiklah smile almost sheepishly.
"We have a common agenda, boy. The death of the freak of nature you call a father. I dislike your bloodline. I've killed my share of your kin, but I hate him far more, and it's become clear that he is far stronger than any of us realised," Elizabeth admits coldly.
"I have to leave soon," Lilith starts as she strokes my hand almost lovingly. "Dracula is awake once more, and while I might not be a match for him, I can at least track him and his actions. We can't let him catch us off guard; it will take every advantage possible for us to survive him, let alone defeat the monster. I'm the foremost expert on him, after all," Lilith says with a smile.
"I, however, will remain behind. I will teach you what it means to be a vampire," Elizabeth says with a scowl on her face. "A Báthory teaching a Tepes. The world has truly gone insane."
Elizabeth Báthory has been unlocked as a Mentor
[Mentor: Elizabeth Báthory]
Hemomancer and Vampire classes level faster.
Reputation with the Vampires and other supernatural beings rises faster.
"So, you're staying in Massachusetts?" I ask, making her smirk.
"No, and neither are you. Each of us heard a voice after you collapsed. I don't know what you did to gain Death's attention, but clearly, she intends to keep you around. We are to take you to Nova Roma; that was her command, and even I would not defy Death," Elizabeth says with a smirk.
"Which is why she gets to live. She knows her place, for a vampire. She is no Agent, but she has her uses."
"I will take you and Amara there. Elizabeth will come along to tutor you until you are ready to return to your usual life without the risk of losing control," Selene explains.
"So I'll be missing school? Not the best start. I've only been there for a week," I say, making Selene smirk.
"Consider it a field trip," Emma adds in amusement. "I've spoken to Xavier, and while he was surprised, he agreed to our plans as long as Storm joins you."
"I wouldn't worry about missing things," Selene says with a smirk.
"I disconnected Nova Roma from the timestream; consider it a minor gift from me. There are few people I want dead more than Dracula, and there is little I wouldn't do to see that bastard in my hands at last."
I thought you were limited in your actions.
"I am. This is just a little time manipulation, basically nothing."
I really don't want to know what you'd see as a big thing.
"Gather what you need; we leave once this Storm is here," Selene says bluntly.
"Though I wish to speak with you before you do leave," Shiklah interrupts, getting a glare from Lilith when she does.
"Remember what I said, succubus," she warns, making Shiklah smirk.
"Yes, yes. I know; put away the fangs, Lilith," Shiklah replies causally.
"I have to leave. I've delayed it long enough waiting for you to awaken, and I can't risk the trail going cold," Lilith says, standing up. "I would teach you myself, but while Elizabeth is many things, a tracker is not one of them," Lilith says bluntly, making Elizabeth scowl deeply.
"I'll get my stuff," I say, getting up as Shiklah does the same, following me out of the room and down the corridor into my room silently. I don't have much, but I do grab my Sling Ring, which is sitting on my desk, and some clothes.
"So, what do you want?" I ask, making her smirk at me as she sits on my bed.
"You, obviously. Do you know why I came for you?" Shiklah admits shamelessly.
"Because I revealed the supernatural?" I ask.
I had hoped it would flush some of my targets out of hiding. People will inevitably go looking for the supernatural after all, and if they do the searching, then that works out for me, doesn't it? In hindsight, I should have gotten stronger first.
I rushed, and I paid for it, but that interview seemed like the perfect opportunity.
"Somewhat, but not entirely. Do you know who I am?" Shiklah asks, making me roll my eyes.
"Are you asking me if you have a place on Death's list? How else would I know you?" I ask, watching her pause in thought and slight panic.
"I wasn't- wait, am I on Death's list?" Shiklah asks hesitantly.
"No, and as such, no. I don't know who you are," I say, making her sigh in relief.
"It's nice when they understand."
"I am Shiklah, Queen of Monsters", Shiklah starts, making me smirk.
"I think Daddy Dearest might have something to say about that," I say as she frowns at me.
"And that is my problem, aside from the chaos you caused when you pulled the sheet back and let the whole world see what was beneath. Dracula is too powerful and too infamous. Which means I'm forever ruling in his shadow: that I am only Queen because he is sleeping. My people try to hide it, but their whispers aren't as quiet as they think," Shiklah admits.
"Uhuh. I think I see where this is going," I say, making her grin.
"Even if you succeed and slay Dracula, then they'll be saying the same thing about you. I'll remain the Queen who rules by default," Shiklah continues. "So I need something to legitimise my rule."
"Which is me, the Son of Dracula. Heir to the bloodline or whatever," I say, making her smirk.
"Exactly. Dracula has slain all his other children except Lilith, and she cares little for ruling. I did once try to get her to marry me, but she didn't seem interested," Shiklah admits with a shrug.
"Would that even work? You two couldn't exactly reproduce," I point out, making her laugh.
"Oh, honey, I'm a succubus. That wouldn't have been a problem," Shiklah says with a smile. "I could get Lilith pregnant, or I could help her get me pregnant, but as I said, she found the idea distasteful and turned me down. Rather rudely, at that. Having the Heir of Dracula alongside me would silence the treasonous whisperings," Shiklah finishes, but I just raise an eyebrow.
"Alongside? That's not what you were trying to do," I say coldly. "If I recall correctly, you tried enthralling me instead. You weren't looking for someone to rule alongside you. You wanted me as an obedient puppet."
"Would it help if I apologised? I'm a demoness; cruelty and selfishness are in my very nature. If you were so weak that you could be turned into my obedient little pet, you deserved it," Shiklah admits with no shame. "Would it be such a bad thing to be my husband?" she asks with a sultry smirk, which fades slightly at my unimpressed look.
"First of all, I'm supposed to marry Amara and become the King of Nova Roma. Secondly, I'm a possessive person, and I doubt a succubus wife would be even remotely loyal; I'd have to kill any man you slept with, and then probably you as well, just for good measure if you made me into a cuckold. I might even get sad over it," I say, making her smirk.
"Why would you marrying a human or a mutant girl get in the way? I've spoken to her, she's a nice girl. As long as she's your only wife from Nova Roma, she won't mind, and I couldn't care less if you have a hundred wives and a thousand concubines as long as they don't affect my Kingdom. Don't marry another monster and give them ideas about challenging me to become your Queen, and I don't give a damn if you bend over every female-adjacent monster in the world," Shiklah says bluntly, making me laugh despite myself. "As for being possessive, is that just men that offend your delicate human sensibilities, or do women count as well?" Shiklah asks as I pause.
"Just men, I'm kinda hypocritical, but girl on girl is just sexy and basically a necessity if you have a harem," I say, watching her giggle.
"Then I'll get rid of my male lovers, though don't be surprised if some try challenging you for me. They tend to get a bit attached and won't take me tossing them aside well. Most of them are weak enough that after some training, you shouldn't have trouble beating them. Vampires are known as the most powerful of monsters for a reason," Shiklah says causally and with no hesitation. "I'll just keep the girls; you can watch us all you want or help yourself to any of my little pets."
"That doesn't change the fact that you aren't exactly trustworthy. Cruelty and selfishness are in your nature, after all," I say, making her laugh at her own words being sent back towards her.
"I won't try hurting you if that's what you are worried about. Lilith has made herself clear: if anything happens to you, she'll challenge me for the throne, and that would be problematic. Very problematic. She might not have ever succeeded in her quest to kill Dracula, but she has more blood on her hands than Elizabeth and I combined. It's almost cute how she's protecting her little brother, or it would be if she weren't threatening to start a revolution against me. Besides, you've got a little of that inside you as well. I don't know what imbuing my blood during the change did to you, but it certainly had some effect; I can feel it," Shiklah says, making me frown.
"Wonderful. Either way, I'm not getting involved with any other monsters before I know how to handle my new powers; as you said, I don't want to be dealing with your jealous exes until I know I can handle them," I say, honestly another throne sounds useful, but I need to deal with my lack of control first.
"Then we can put this off for now. But keep it in mind, laying with a succubus is truly something every man should experience; it's unlike anything your little girlfriends-" Shiklah starts with a sultry grin before I cut her off.
"Been there, done that. You're not my first succubus queen, and the last one brought a dozen of her daughters to the party. It is pretty fun, though," I admit; I'll have to get my succubi harem from Overlord back when I find my way back there. "Succubi are easily in the top ten races I've slept with. Maybe top five."
Do I count Ophis as her own race? She's a dragon, but she's far more than just a dragon.
Shiklah doesn't respond, seeing the honesty in my tone. I can see the questions in her mind, but she doesn't ask them.
"I see. Well, I'm sure I can put whatever imposter you bedded to shame. Just remember my offer. As my king, you would want for nothing, that I can assure you," Shiklah says as she leaves, her hips swaying as she does.
Class Unlocked: [Vampire]
[Vampire: Childe]
[Vampiric Traits]
Vampires are one of the most iconic supernatural beings, creatures of the night, feasting on the blood of their victims. Vampires grow stronger through ageing, drinking blood, and the act of Diablerie, consuming the blood of another vampire until its final death, which is generally frowned upon by other vampires. Vampires require neither food, nor drink, nor sleep, nor air, only blood.
[Lineage of the First]
Sired by the first vampire himself, you are above the rest of your species. Vampiric powers will come more naturally to you, and you can dominate the minds of lesser vampires with ease.
[Lineage of the Bloody Countess]
Granted the blood of the Bloody Countess, you have a natural affinity to her clan's discipline of Hemomancy. You can also heal yourself by bathing in blood, which will temporarily empower you in addition to fixing any wounds, even those caused by your vampiric weaknesses.
[Gift of the Daywalker]
Granted the blood of Lilith, the Daywalker, you have a natural resistance to the usual weaknesses of your kind, though not a full immunity.
[Vampiric Feeding]
By biting into the skin, usually the neck, of any being, you can draw the blood from their veins and consume it to heal and empower yourself. Weaker-willed targets can be made to hallucinate as you do, becoming trapped in their own minds, losing the will to resist.
[Dominate Vampire]
As the Heir of Dracula, you can command lesser vampires to obey your will. Both your own power and the willpower of the target will affect the success rate.
[Create Thrall]
By feeding a mortal your blood, you can turn them into a thrall, addicted to your inhumanly addictive blood. This will give them inhuman physiology and stop them from ageing, but leave them with a reliance on your blood and a desire to obey you.
[Vampiric Physiology (Strengths)]
As a Vampire, you have enhanced strength, speed, agility, reflexes and durability, along with a considerable healing factor. You have greatly enhanced senses and the ability to see at night as clearly as you see during the day. You do not age naturally, remaining forever young. You are supernaturally beautiful, a weapon long honed by vampires to lure in their prey.
[Vampiric Physiology (Weaknesses)]
As a Vampire, you have gained your race's weaknesses. Sunlight prevents you from using your vampiric powers, harms you and prevents your regeneration. Silver weaponry and fire are more effective against you and temporarily halt your supernatural regenerative factor. Religious Icons will make you uncomfortable, though not truly harm you.
[Hypnotise]
By imbuing magic into your eyes, you can hypnotise and command weaker-willed targets, enthralling them until you break eye contact. They will not remember anything from the time they were enthralled. The success rate is based on both your power and the target's will.
[Weather Control]
Allows you to manipulate the weather to your whims.
Types currently available:
Thick Fog, Rain Clouds
[Animal Shapeshifting]
Allows you to take on the form of various animals.
Forms currently available:
Wolf, Bat
Class gained from imbuing the blood of a Succubus Queen
[Incubus: Novice]
[Incubus Physiology (Strengths)]
As an Incubus, you have a natural affinity toward Eromancy, can heal yourself by drawing on sexual energies, and possess a natural allure. You also possess a natural affinity towards sex.
[Incubus Physiology (Weaknesses)]
As a demon, you have a weakness to Holy Water, causing it to burn like acid, and Holy Grounds will be uncomfortable to enter. Succubi and Incubi feed off sexual energy, a feeling that can easily become addictive.
[Nightcrawler]
Incubus are best known for their habit of having sex with sleeping women. As an Incubus, any sleeping woman you attempt intercourse with will not awaken naturally, and you can manipulate her dreams during the exchange.
[Tantric Drain]
As an Incubus, you can drain the energies of another being by sleeping with them. When your partner climaxes, you can harmlessly drain a small part of their energy to empower yourself slightly, which they will recover from as long as you don't do it too often. Alternatively, you can drain a large amount of their energies, which can cause the deterioration of their physical health, an impaired mental state, and even death. It is possible to drain someone enough to gain any powers unique to them through this method.
[Incubus Form]
Your demonic blood allows you to take on an infernal form, growing wings, sharp claws and a prehensile tail.
Class gained from becoming an Incubus
[Oneiromancer: Novice]
[Oneiromancy Proficiency (Novice)]
You are on the path of a Dream Mage, able to enter the dreams of others and twist them to an extent.
[Induce Sleep]
This spell enthrals the mind and attempts to cause the target to fall into a deep slumber.
[Enter Dreams]
Allows you to enter the dreams of a target, interacting with them inside their own minds. If they realise you are not a part of their dream, or they wake up, you will be forced out.
[Manipulate Dream]
Allows you to alter a target's dream to your whims within realistic limits. At this level, the alterations must work on real-world logic, or the dream will collapse.
Class gained from becoming an Incubus
[Eromancer: Novice]
[Eromancy Proficiency (Novice)]
You are on the path of the Eromancer; nipples harden throughout the multiverse in fear of your great power.
[Arouse]
This spell inflicts a sense of intense arousal upon a target.
[Phantom Hands]
This spell causes the target to be molested by invisible hands that are under the Eromancer's control.
I didn't want to overwhelm you where other people might notice your eyes reading things that weren't there.
Thanks, Isis. That's… a lot.
I did just get a race change, so it was expected. In the past, I had to pick a race, and while I could swap as I pleased, I was still limited to just one. Now, I have three active at once, which is very interesting. If I can drain people from different races to steal their advantages, then I might have just gotten a wonderful tool.
I know they said not to, but I have faith in Isis not to blow me up as she alters my body. Besides, when have I ever done what people told me to do? I hate being told not to do things; it makes me want to do it even if I didn't plan to do it previously.
I'll handle it, Master!
The weaknesses are annoying. Neither race has fatal weaknesses, but they are still mildly irritating, the sunlight one being the worst. Of all my new weaknesses, it's the one that I will encounter the most, but the benefits outweigh the costs.
I'll have to get used to the pain and see just how much sunlight hurts me.
Looking at my closed curtains I frown before I move to the side of the window and pull them open, standing out of the way as the darkness outside makes me facepalm. It's night-time.
I missed an entire day as I recovered or adapted, as the case may be.
Heading over to the mirror on the dresser, I frown as I look at my reflection. I wasn't expecting a reflection at all, in truth, but still.
My skin has gone from just pale to almost porcelain, like a doll. My eyes have a… well, they don't quite glow, but it's similar; they nearly seem to be swirling as I look at the deep red irises.
Opening my mouth, I look at my perfectly normal teeth before I focus. A pair of fangs grow from my canine teeth; running a finger along one, I wince slightly as I cut the skin easily. The blood is bland; I have no interest in my own blood. Sucking my finger clean, I watch the cut heal immediately, nodding. I'm no Wolverine, but it's a start.
As the door opens, I turn to see Amara looking in hesitantly, her posture submissive and docile.
"Lady Selene wishes to know if you are ready," Amara says, glancing between me and the mirror knowingly, a look of almost pity on her face as I walk over. She flinches slightly as I place my hand on her chin, making her look up into my eyes. Wait, we were similar height before. I've gained a few inches, not much, but enough to be noticeable.
"I am sorry for my previous lapse of control, Amara," I say remorsefully, moving my hand to her long blonde hair. My voice even has a slight hint of aristocracy to it now. I recognise it now that I'm not in a conversation about what the fuck was going on. I have just a hint of my father's accent. It isn't blatant or even really noticeable, but it's there. "I did not mean to scare you," I continue, truthfully at that. Even if I need blood, I won't be forcibly feeding on my girls, and even if we haven't done anything yet, Amara is my girl.
Mine.
"It's fine, my Lord. I understand that you weren't yourself," Amara says with a smile, pushing her head into my hand slightly. "If… if you need blood, I don't mind," she offers hesitantly.
"Perhaps when I'm better at feeding, I can't risk losing control with you," I say, making her beam at me.
10 Affection with Amara [90/100] for caring.
Honestly, if you fuck up, the best way to deal with it is just to admit it, own up to your mistakes and apologise. Normally, I don't care to fix my mistakes, but when it's one of my girls, it's an entirely different case.
Seeing her bite her lip in hesitation, I lean forward and kiss her, making her eyes widen before she leans into it, moaning slightly. I can feel something coming from her and entering me. So that is what that feels like?
Isis, is this hurting her?
No, Master. The energies would just go to waste if you didn't absorb them. You'd have to be actively trying to drain her to do any damage, and even then, a kiss isn't enough for a serious drain.
Got it, thanks.
Breaking the kiss I smile as she moves forward, trying to recapture my lips, pushing her away slightly.
"I might have Selene on a leash, but she's not someone we should leave waiting," I say in amusement as her eyes widen, a blush burning on her face as she steps away. "I've got everything I want. I doubt I should even take my clothes; I have a feeling I won't fit in if I do," I say, making her nod.
"I can get you everything you need once we get there. You'd be hard-pressed to find an outfit in Massachusetts that would let you blend in," Amara admits as I take her hand with a small smile. She is growing on me quickly, but then I always did like the submissive ones. Well, I also like the rebellious ones.
"Then let us be off. Nova Roma, here I come," I mutter, off to become a King. Somehow, I doubt it'll be as simple as being an Overlord. Being an Overlord is simple; you just set fire to anyone who disagrees with you.
Or maybe it will be that simple? Violence is usually the answer, and I have no plans on getting Caesared.
"Don't worry, my King. You'll love it there," Amara promises as we head towards Selene, spotting Ororo standing close by with a small frown on her lips as she examines me.
– Queen Ilithyia Aquilla –
Things were moving unnaturally fast.
Normally, there would be weeks of preparations and discussions in the Senate, with day-long debates over every little detail. That hadn't happened this time. Instead, Selene herself had simply appeared in the middle of the Senate, informed them that her son, Kuro, would be arriving that night, and then killed the only person who was stupid enough to try to argue.
She'd just looked in his general direction, and then he'd dropped to the ground, his face wrenched in a silent scream. Selene hadn't even given the poor fool a second glance as his body broke, twisting unnaturally as blood poured from every orifice.
Selene was a legend, the founder of Nova Roma, and her word was law. They might have a Senate, but this was, without a doubt, a dictatorship.
The King's word may be law, but the Dark Priestess was far above him. The Senate could debate all they wanted; if the King disagreed, it would come to nothing. If the King made a decision, and the Dark Priestess said otherwise, the King's word was worth as much as a slaves.
Having someone who Lucius had written off as just a myth at best, having not been seen in Nova Roma in decades, show up in the flesh and demand he start the preparations to step down and give Kuro the throne was problematic. Her husband had ended the Senate meeting abruptly and called for a meeting with his most trusted allies, which evidently didn't include her.
The Cult had taken notice, and many influential members of the nobility, the richest merchants, and many other key figures had simply vanished. No doubt, they were planning for the ascension of their prophesied king and the elimination of anyone stupid enough to stand against him.
It didn't take a military mind to see the civil war brewing in the heart of Nova Roma. Her husband wasn't willing to step down, and the Cult would not allow anyone to stand in the way of the Black King.
Hearing the portal open behind her, she turned around, putting her best smile on as Selene stepped through the portal, followed by a dark-haired pale woman. She'd say the newcomer was a noblewoman if it wasn't for the look in her eyes. They weren't the eyes of a politician. They were the eyes of a predator.
Next, a dark-skinned woman with striking white hair. It gave Ilithyia some comfort that at least one of them seemed as put out by this whole thing as she was, as the dark-skinned woman was clearly uncomfortable or maybe just confused by this entire thing. Her eyes looked around the architecture with a mixture of disbelief and awe.
Her daughter walked out next, holding hands with the one she truly wanted to see, Kuro himself.
Despite his age, he was as tall as an adult, just slightly taller than her husband, actually. He had clearly high-class features, with a noble-looking face, high cheekbones and pale skin, likely from good lineage, but she already knew that.
His eyes roamed over the mansion's greeting room with a kind of casual dismissal. He seemed mildly impressed by the opulent surroundings but hardly blown away. He was used to wealth, not some gawking commoner.
His eyes lingered on her scantily clad body-slave momentarily, appreciation clear as day as his gaze wandered down her body before he finally looked at her, the same lust as he looked over her dress, the deep cut exposing a generous amount of cleavage. So, he was a lustful man? That made things both easier in some ways and harder in others.
It was no real surprise; looks aside, he truly was just a child. A hormonal teenage boy who was being given control over her kingdom.
As Queen, she'd had no reason to resort to using her body for leverage like so many noblewomen did, but she needed him to want to keep her around. There was no stopping him from becoming King, not with Selene lingering around him like a particularly malevolent shadow, but she wouldn't leave Nova Roma in the hands of a pair of reckless, foolish teenagers.
"Lady Selene. It's an honour, as always," Ilithyia simpered, internally wincing at the irritated look on Selene's face. It was next to impossible to predict what Selene wanted. You could show her the greatest respect and get an irritated glare for bothering her, or treat her like a normal noblewoman and be killed for not showing Selene the right respect.
"Where is your fool of a husband? Is he ready to step down and do… whatever it is he's going to do with the rest of his sad, pathetic life?" Selene asked immediately, making her physically flinch. "I see. So he has chosen death?"
"Mother... why isn't Father here? Surely he can't think he can defy fate?" Amara asked with a hint of disapproval in her tone. Amara was very much a fanatic. The Cult had done a good job with her. From birth, Amara was raised according to the Cult's doctrine. It stood above everything in Amara's mind, even family.
Ilithyia herself had been the same at that age, but as years had passed with no sight of the Promised King, she found herself growing disillusioned. She'd seen the Cult as fools chasing a myth. Now, she was proven the fool.
"Unfortunately, my husband isn't able to greet you himself," Ilithyia started before cutting herself off as Selene stared at her, incredibly unamused. It reminded her of the look Selene briefly gave the man who spoke against her orders right before he was a mutilated corpse.
"Lady Gallio, perhaps this could be used to our advantage?" the unknown woman suggested with a smirk growing on her face. "He needs practice, after all."
Selene paused, a dark smile growing on her lips.
"An interesting proposition. Son, what do you think? I could just destroy this idiot king and any who were foolish enough to ally with him if you'd prefer," Selene said, trailing off as Kuro looked between her, Amara and Selene before sighing.
"We'll give him a chance; I'd rather have my first act as King not be a brutal massacre. It doesn't exactly look great, does it?" Kuro asked with a dry chuckle.
– Kuro Tepes –
Of course, it wasn't going to be that simple. I can't just walk in and take the throne. Rome was a place of politics and intrigue, so why would Nova Roma be any different?
"Very well. I've already arranged for your coronation and marriage tomorrow; whether he shows up or not, you will be king," Selene says with an almost bored tone.
I could order her to root out all the people plotting against me. I could just sit back and watch as she dealt with any and all foes in Nova Roma. It's that kind of thought process that left me completely off-guard when I was actually confronted with a threat, unable to respond when Dracula just walked up to me and almost took my life.
The people of Nova Roma are humans, humans with swords, spears and bows. I need to get used to handling my own problems, if only for when my attempts to avoid combat fail.
"Have you arranged for our room, woman?" Selene asks the Queen with exactly as much disrespect as I would expect from her. She treats the queen of Nova Roma like a slave or a piece of furniture.
"I have, my Lady. The Royal Chambers have been cleaned out for Lord Kuro, and your room is untouched as ever; the guest rooms are ready for your friends as well," Ilithyia replies calmly, seemingly unoffended by Selene's tone.
Selene has her own room in the royal estate? I'm not surprised. It's probably better than the royal bedchamber.
"At least you did that much right. It grows late. Why don't you go to bed?" Selene 'suggests', sending the Queen practically fleeing with an agreement.
"So, should I expect rebellions in the street?" I ask bluntly, making Selene pause.
"Possibly. The current King is good at socialising, making allies and forming connections. It's how he became king, marrying above his station. I can deal with it easily enough if it comes to it," Selene offers, making me reluctantly shake my head.
"If I let you fight my first battle, they'll see me as weak. My rule would be in your shadow. Stay out of this. I need to win this fight myself," I admit, and for the briefest moment, she smiles.
"I have long since taught them to respond to power with fear and obedience. They aren't like modern people. Show them your power, and they will fall into line," Selene advises before she heads into the home.
"Your Highness," a voice hesitantly catches my attention. Turning, I notice one of the slave girls the Queen left behind trying to get my attention (it took me a moment to realise that she meant me, not Amara.)
"I am Queen Ilithyia's personal slave, and I have been ordered to attend to your needs until you have your own slaves," the girl explains, making my eyebrows rise slightly.
Not even hiding that they practise slavery? In a modern world? That'll go down well. It's no wonder they keep to themselves. I can hear the bitching already. Ororo's face turns to a deep scowl, but Elizabeth guides her away before she can speak up.
"My King. I will go and ensure your room is up to standards; Amana will be able to guide you around," Amara promises.
Huh. Amara and Amana. That won't get confusing at all.
"I'll see you later then," I say, grabbing her and kissing her deeply, giving her ass a squeeze as she presses her body against mine. After a moment, I let her go, and she walks away with a slight wobble.
Turning back to the slave, I look her over in curiosity. Aside from the barely existent rags she has on, all she is wearing is a thin golden metal collar with a symbol on the front, a sign of her ownership. I recognise it as the royal emblem that Amara showed me.
She's beautiful for a normal human. I'd say she'd be a seven or eight in a world without super-heroines and their bullshit looks. She may not have comic-book curves, but she's still got a nice body with decent curves.
"Lead the way; where are the baths here?" I ask. I must have been sweating a lot over the day I was out of it. I'm starting to smell, but maybe that's just my enhanced senses.
"This way, your Highness," Amana says with a deep bow, turning and heading into the mansion.
It's interesting to walk through a building so clearly Roman. Intact, unmodernised Roman architecture, at that. I feel like I've jumped back in time, an entire city as a time capsule.
Huh, why do the Romans love marble so much? It's a nice look, sure, but it's just so... white.
Give me a dark castle with twisting corridors and secret passageways any day of the week. How are you supposed to get the right Necromancer vibe going on in such a bright place?
Not even a single cobweb in the corners or a cold wind getting in through the old stones. If the place doesn't look like it's haunted, it just doesn't feel right to me.
As we head into the bathhouse, I pause and rub my chin. Is it called a bathhouse? It's not a bathroom, but my Roman terminology is very spotty at best. Bathhouse works. The entire building is just one large room with a massive bath embedded in the floor, the type you can walk down into, already run with flower petals resting on the hot water.
Before I can even start to undress, the slave girl gets to work. It takes her a moment to work out the modern clothing, but she gets it eventually as she removes my school uniform from my body obediently.
As she finishes, I step into the bath, hearing her rags hit the floor as she joins me. Amara's seeming belief that a King doesn't do anything a servant can do suddenly makes more sense as she guides me to sit down, wiping my body down silently as I just lean back and enjoy being waited on. Having a pair of soapy breasts bouncing in front of my face certainly makes bathing more entertaining.
"Your Highness, may I speak freely?" Amana asks hesitantly as I look up into her eyes.
"You may," I say calmly as she wipes my arms and hands. Ugh, there's a bit of blood under my fingernail. That's just embarrassing.
"The former King Lucius is a fool," Amana says bluntly, making me frown as I sit up. That's not a very slave-like sentence. "The Cult of the Black King has been dedicated to seeing you become King for centuries. Every House has an agent inside it; every position has a member of the Cult preparing for your rise. He is vastly underestimating our preparations if he thinks he can defy fate itself," Amana says with a hint of fanaticism, making me lean back again with a smirk.
"You aren't a slave, are you?" I ask, making her smile slightly.
"I am a slave. I just have another master over Queen Ilithyia, as do so many other slaves," Amana says calmly as she goes back to cleaning me. The caution I could sense from Ilithyia makes sense now. Even her own personal slave is reporting to the cult.
"Lucius is gathering his allies, commanders and senators. He intends to kill you to prove the prophecy is nonsense. He doesn't realise that the cult has long since infiltrated his inner circle," Amana explains easily, still washing my chest. "If you want him dead, you need only say the word."
"No. If I had him killed before he tried to rebel, then I'd just be the tyrannical conqueror. I need him to start the civil war before I can crush him. That way, I'm just defending my rightful throne from an usurper," I say, making her nod. If my first act as king is to have the last king killed, I'll be the villain. After that, it'd be an uphill fight for the rest of my rule. First impressions are dangerous and long-lasting.
"I will pass the message along; when the war starts, we will be prepared," Amana promises. Politics, ugh. I miss being the Overlord. Nobody cares if the Overlord throws the former ruler from the top of a tower or feeds him to the minions. "Queen Ilithyia's loyalties to the cult have long since waned, but she fears for Nova Roma if you and Amara are left to rule it; she doubts you due to your age. She'll try and convince you to keep her by your side, as an advisor or, if she must, as a concubine," Amana informs me as she moves to my legs, kneeling in the bath.
"Can she be trusted?" I ask after a moment.
"She wants what is best for Nova Roma, and she fears the Cult. Once she's been forced to pick a side, she won't change it. She's a coward at heart," Amana says derisively. I get the feeling she doesn't particularly like her mistress.
"Hmm. Understood," I say looking at her with a frown as she looks up at me. This is good as long as the cult can be trusted.
"Amana, was it? Look into my eyes," I say, using my first vampiric ability as I send my power into my eyes, watching her face go from the neutral submission she has had for most of this to an utterly blank stare. "What does the cult really want?"
"To see you become King, to fulfil the prophecy," Amana says, her tone empty and her eyes blank.
"Is that all? What are your orders?" I ask again.
"To spy on Queen Ilithyia, to act as a messenger between the Cult and the Black King," Amana answers obediently.
"How do you message the cult? Who are the members? Can I rely on them? Can I trust them?" I rattle off, frowning.
"I leave a written message in a secret location. I don't know their names, only Lady Seppia, my contact. I don't know, I'm just a slave," Amana says before I frown. Of course, they wouldn't tell an agent anything important. Smart of them. Even if they were plotting against me, they wouldn't tell someone like Amana.
"Can I trust you?" I ask as my last question.
"My role in life is to serve the cult, the Queen and now you. As long as your orders do not harm the cult, I will obey," Amana answers blankly. Can't expect more from a slave girl. She isn't independent enough for anything else.
Releasing my control, I watch as she goes back to wiping me down without a word, no knowledge of what just happened. I can't trust that it'll be just as effective on a smarter person, but it's nice to see my new racial powers paying off already. Someone with more willpower could resist; someone smarter could realise they were missing time.
As her hands move up my legs, she pauses, hesitating before she grasps my hard shaft, wiping it down. She might not be comic-book levels of beautiful, but that isn't going to stop me from enjoying the sight of her wet and soapy naked body.
"Do you require relief, your Highness?" Amana asks after she finishes cleaning my crotch.
"I do. You don't mind?" I ask, making her pause. It's a rhetorical question, but it gives her the illusion of choice. Something a slave doesn't usually get.
"I don't, Your Highness. It's an honour to serve you, however you desire," Amana says with a small smile before she gets to work, leaning forward and taking the tip of my shaft between her full lips. There's no hesitation as she takes more of my shaft into her mouth obediently, but there is inexperience. She's used to being used for pleasure; her lack of hesitation shows that, but she is not used to orally pleasuring men.
And she's Queen Ilithyia's personal slave? Interesting.
Leaning back, I just enjoy the feeling of her tongue running along my shaft, the suction of her cheeks; maybe this place won't be so bad? It's certainly had a good start. Once I deal with the stubborn rebels, this place could be my own little paradise.
Moving one of my hands down, I place it on her head, guiding her gently. She isn't experienced, but that's fine; a bit of guidance is all she needs to improve the already decent blowjob. Her hands gently fondle my balls as she bobs her head in time. After a moment, I switch to just stroking her hair gently. She has the idea now anyway, and is keeping the pace I set easily.
It doesn't take me long to finish since I'm not trying to last. Plus, my senses are much stronger now, which includes my sense of touch. Even her inexperienced ministrations feel amazing. As I cum I watch her eyes widen, her cheek bulging from the truly prodigious amount of cum flooding her mouth. After a moment, she's forced to pull back, letting my shaft go as the rest paints her breasts while she tries to swallow all the cum in her mouth, some leaking from her lips down onto her chin.
As she finishes swallowing, her face is flushed, and her eyes wide. I can see her nipples turning rock hard as she breathes heavily.
"That was lovely, thank you," I say, stroking her hair as she stutters something. "Why don't you clean yourself off? Are those clothes for me?" I ask, looking at the outfit sitting on the table; as she mumbles something, I get out and dry myself, dressing in the white and red toga as I leave the room. It's actually pretty comfortable.
[The Cult of the Black King: The Cult Leader] – 50 Reputation Reward
A natural cult leader, you excel at running cults (resulting in far fewer traitors or runaways). Your cults (or cults based around you) will have an easier time recruiting and will get less negative attention from outsiders.
[Amana: The Slaver] – 50 Affection Reward
You have a natural control over your slaves, causing their obedience to grow far faster than normal. Slaves will rarely attempt to escape or betray you.
Closing the door, I pause, listening to the unmistakable sound of moaning and some splashing. Interesting. Incubus sperm might have some additional effects.
Also, I'm not even remotely soft.
As for finding the Royal Chambers? I have Ilithyia's scent; it was her room before Selene kicked her out of it, so finding the room she's slept in so many times before is easy. I just need to follow the scent.
Besides, Amara went that way so I can follow her scent as well.
I see a few servants (or slaves, judging by their collars) as I head through the building, but they move out of my way without a word, a slight bow as I walk past them.
Entering the room, I smile slightly, watching Amara rush around the room, checking every little thing.
"My King?! I wasn't expecting you so… oh wow, you look amazing," Amara says, looking over my outfit.
"Honestly, I don't think white is my colour, but when in Roma..." I joke, walking into the room and kissing her gently. "So, Selene's arranged for us to marry tomorrow. A bit faster than I expected," I say, making her smile.
"For you, perhaps. I've been preparing for this since I was born," Amara says. I almost feel bad. She seems so excited about this, but it's just a way for me to get a throne. I like her, but I don't love her. How could I? I've just met her.
"True enough," I say, leaning forward and kissing her again; it's a good way of avoiding the awkwardness of my lack of enthusiasm.
As we are kissing, she falls back onto the large bed, moaning as I fall on top of her, her hands running through my hair as I start to move her own stola (I think that's what it's called), my hands running up her legs.
"We- we should stop," Amara mumbles between kisses, making no effort to actually stop. "I should be pure for our wedding," Amara continues as I break the kiss, moving back slightly with a smirk.
"I suppose it's just a day, but…" I say, my hand moving up to her soaked slit. "I don't think your body agrees with you," I add in amusement as she moans. "Well, there's no reason you can't be pure. As long as I don't take your virginity, it's okay, right?" I ask moving down her as her eyes widen at my smirk.
Before she can protest, my head vanishes under the hem of her stola. Maybe it's the enhanced sense of smell or just my incubus nature playing up, but I've wanted to do this from the moment I smelt her arousal when I stepped into the room.
The cult did damn good work on her.
Latching my lips onto her virgin flower, I slide my tongue into her, which I'm starting to realise is longer than it should be, and I have better control over it than I should have.
She tastes sweet, almost honey-like; as I lap at her, the room fills with her moans and strangled screams. Am I cheating with Arouse and some liberal use of Phantom Hands to play with her clit at the same time? Yes, obviously.
Does she care? Judging by the way her legs have wrapped around my neck? I'm going to go with... no.
"O-oh sweet Juno... h-how are you... Mmmm, how are you doing that?" Amara asks in between moans as I smile. I can't exactly reply with my mouth occupied, but I doubt she'd care about the answer anyway.
While I'm down here, I might as well experiment a little. My tongue wasn't mentioned in any of the pop-ups, but clearly, it has grown, which could be either a Vampire or Incubus thing, to be honest. As I test its limits, I realise that it can't actually stretch, it's just longer and nimbler. It's a fairly unimportant change, but Amara seems to like it.
I have no problems with going down on my girls, so I'll get plenty of use out of it anyway.
As her words fall to moans and whimpers, I smirk to myself, and as a loud, strangled scream leaves her, I calmly lap up her squirting juices. Why does her arousal taste like honey? I don't even have my spell to change the flavour.
Is it my Incubus nature or just a personal trait of Amara? More investigation is required.
Pulling back, I lick my lips clean, wiping the rest of my chin as she pants heavily, looking at me with wide eyes.
"Call that a preview of what you can expect for the rest of your life," I say calmly as I lick my fingers clean.
"All my life?" Amara asks as she sits up with wide eyes.
"I take care of my girls, and you are mine," I say, kissing her again, a rough and forceful kiss which she happily returns.
"Do you want me to return the favour?" Amara offers hesitantly, getting a kiss on the forehead.
"No, that can wait till tomorrow. As I said, this was a teaser of what is to come, nothing more. Why don't you go and rest? We have a big day tomorrow. I'd ask you to stay the night, but I don't think I'd be able to keep my hands off you," I say in amusement, making her blush as she kisses me, initiating it instead of me this time.
"I wouldn't want you to. Then, until tomorrow, My King," Amara says, standing up on slightly shaky legs as she walks out with a bow.
Tossing myself onto the bed, I lay back and closed my eyes. I'm not tired, though I might never be again given the fact that I don't need sleep anymore. Closing my eyes helps me focus on my other senses, more specifically, my hearing.
All day, I've been hearing a lot. I have no doubt Isis is helping me filter a lot of the unwanted chatter away, but I'm still picking up everything from a fly buzzing around the corridor to servants chattering. I need to focus and pick out Ilithyia.
Death, if you're still there, how does your time trick work?
"Simple. At midnight every night, the entirety of Nova Roma jumps back in time twenty-four hours, until I end the loop. I've also locked Nova Roma. Nothing can leave until I fix it, which I will do at midnight when you are ready to leave, resynching Nova Roma to the prime timeline. Be warned, Dracula is unpredictable even to me. I have no idea how long he will give you to prepare," Death warns, making me laugh.
So Nova Roma is stuck on Saturday until you fix it? Remind me to never piss you off if this is your idea of 'basically nothing'. I feel her amusement before her presence fades.
Focusing again, I pick out the Queen's voice from the chatter; it takes me a few tries as I keep getting too much 'interference'.
"Hurry up, slave- I need to look- best," Ilithyia says. I missed a few words because a raven started making noise, but I got most of it. "Of course he- teenager- his lower head."
Hmm.
"Having fun?" a voice attracts my attention, making my blood run cold as I open my eyes, looking into a pair of blood-red eyes starting straight at me from the edge of my bed.
I hadn't heard a single thing, hadn't sensed anything until it spoke.
Looking up into my father's eyes I have to force down my panic as he smirks at me.
"Oh, don't worry yourself. Killing you now would be as fun as smothering you as you came out of the womb. I've just come for a heart-to-heart," Dracula says with a calm smile.
"Hello, Father," I say hesitantly as his smirk grows.
"You remembered. Dad is just so strange. Still, it could be worse. One of my daughters used to call me Daddy, even after she was fully grown. Blood wasn't what she wanted to suck. I had to rip her head off when she got too annoying," Dracula grumbles to himself as I take a chance and observe him.
Vlad Tepes, Dracula. The God of Monsters
Race: Divine Vampire
Faction – Himself
Unique Skill: Divinity
The fucking what of Monsters? Oh fuck, Divine Dracula? Yeah, that's fair.
"That's an interesting trick, some form of scrying? I haven't seen it before," Dracula admits with a nod of approval. "Information is a powerful weapon. After all, it's good to know everything about your prey."
"So, what's Godhood like?" I ask, making him scoff.
"Boring and unwanted. All it takes is an immense amount of power and enough worshippers, and the next thing you know, you've had Godhood forced upon you," Dracula says with a scowl.
"Have you tried not having worshippers?" I ask, making him roll his eyes.
"I didn't have worshippers, exactly, but worship and fear are two sides of the same coin, and I am still one of the things that keep people up at night. Even more so now that you've told them I'm real, so thanks for that. You've made your job harder. I can feel their fear, even now. Well, most of them, have you seen those ones calling themselves Goths? Never found an easier meal in all my years," Dracula chuckles to himself. "All you have to do is show your teeth, and they bare their necks and drop their panties. The modern world still has some wonders to see, apparently."
"Goth girls are pretty great, but I doubt you came here to talk about big titty goths; what brings you here?" I ask, making him smirk.
"A challenge. I want a worthy battle. I am old, and I am tired. If anything is going to kill me, it will be a child of Tepes. Not a Helsing, not a Belmont, or any other deluded monster hunter. Only one of my blood can kill me. That means I need you to get stronger, so I have a challenge for you. I want you to hunt and defeat another vampire for me; get some experience in battling our kind before our fight," Dracula says calmly.
"Who?" I ask, making him smirk.
"Alyssa, the leader of the Siren Sect. An upstart with delusions of importance, wanting to be the Queen of the Vampires. Big dreams for a weak whore who knows nothing about what being a vampire stands for. Show her just what a real vampire looks like, and I'll reward you," Dracula offers. "That's how it works, right? You kill or enslave immortals and get rewarded; all that's changing is the one giving the reward."
Quest Added
[The Hunt is On]
Objective: Hunt and Defeat the Vampire Alyssa
Reward: Increased Rep with Dracula, A reward from Dracula.
"Do I have to kill her or just defeat her?" I ask, making him shrug.
"I just want her humiliated. It's more entertaining to keep her as a pet after you crush ambitions. Make the choice yourself," Dracula says as I sigh.
"I'm in. I don't suppose you know where she is?" I ask, making him chuckle.
"Of course I do, and I'm not telling you. I'm not making things that easy for you. That's part of the mission. Find her yourself, or use your connections. It'd defeat the purpose if I gave you the answer. I'm leaving now. I want to see what new wonders the modern world has to offer. The last time I travelled, there were these people who called themselves hippies. They were easy meals as well, but their blood was always weird thanks to all the drugs. Time to see how things have changed. When I've seen enough, I will return, and we will fight, whether you are ready or not," he says calmly.
"Nova Roma is-" I start making him laugh.
"Locked in a time loop? Sealed to stop me from leaving? If it was that easy to stop me, Death wouldn't need you. I am Dracula. I go where I please, boy," Dracula says with a deep laugh before he simply shrinks down into the form of a pitch-black raven and flies through the open window.
Here's hoping that the world is interesting enough to keep his attention.
Moving to the window, I watch the raven fly at incredible speeds over the jungles surrounding the city, before it escapes even my enhanced vision.
I don't know much about ravens, but I don't think they're supposed to be that fast.
As I look over the city I pause, hearing a knock on my door.
"Come in," I say not looking away from the city, it's a nice view and I can see people moving about, even this late. The sun is down, but the city of Nova Roma is very much awake.
"My Lord, I'm sorry to bother you so late. I had hoped we could speak," Ilithyia says, getting my attention as she closes the door behind her. In any other situation, I'd say she was ready for bed. The long silky red gown covering her body, her hair down and her make-up mostly removed.
But she isn't here to say goodnight, she's here to try and seduce me. Her gown isn't tied tightly enough, causing it to fall open revealing her lack of bra beneath, a hint of pink areola peeking out as she walks into the room with a sway of her hips.
"Of course, your majesty. Come in," I say, closing the window and sitting on the bed, caught slightly off guard as she sits right next to me her hand resting on my thigh.
Ilithyia Aquilla, Queen of Nova Roma
Race: Human
Faction: Nova Roma
Unique Skill: Political Manipulation
Hmm.
"I have to say, seeing you in the flesh after hearing the prophecy so many times is certainly interesting. You don't disappoint, My Lord," Ilithyia murmurs, moving her hand up to my chest. "It's almost a shame you weren't born sooner," she mumbles.
I don't respond, watching as she runs her fingers across my chest.
"Do you know that I was raised to be your bride if you showed up in my time?" Ilithyia asks, continuing before I answer. "I dreamed of you almost nightly before that time passed, and I was forced to give up my dream and marry another," Ilithyia says, kissing my neck slightly.
"And now I'm here, Marrying your daughter," I say calmly. She can put on whatever act she wants but her slave ruined this attempt before it could begin. She is pissed off that the prophecy was real, annoyed that I've just shown up and changed her life, her family's lives and that the fate of Nova Roma rests in my hands.
"Indeed, tomorrow, you will become my son-in-law, my King. But tonight, you are a free man," Ilithyia says before she leans forward, kissing me deeply before she moves back. Standing in front of me, she lets her gown slip from her body, letting it pool around her feet, leaving her as naked as the day she was born, perfectly perky breasts hanging free in the moonlight, a small tuft of neatly trimmed blonde hair atop her pussy. "I've wanted you for decades. Is a single night too much to ask?" Ilithyia questions as I look her in the eyes.
Watching her sultry smirk fall to a blank stare, I smirk.
"What do you think of me?"
"You ruined everything; you're just a horny teenager who doesn't deserve the throne," she answers immediately.
"What are you planning?"
"To seduce you into taking me as a mistress, to use my body to control your hormonal mind and make you love me, so you will let me rule from the shadows," Ilithyia answers, making me scowl slightly.
"What are you planning to do about your treasonous husband?"
"I love Lucius, but I love Nova Roma more. He has to die for Nova Roma to survive, the Cult won't let him take the throne back. I will mourn him, but I will kill him myself if I must, for Nova Roma," Ilithyia answers, making me pause. Impressive.
Now, what to do about her?
– Bonus Scene – Norman Osborn –
He had done everything they had wanted, everything they asked of him, no matter how much it tore at his pride to obey. He had served as a pawn of Hellfire, done everything the two Queens had demanded.
And what did he get for his efforts? Nothing. He remained a pawn while a child was given the throne he coveted. He knew why, of course. It was because this child was a Mutant, and he was not. He was just human and because of that, he remained just a tool for Hellfire.
Hellfire had become a haven for freaks, all its higher-ups had superpowers, while he was just a human. Never mind the fact that he was a genius scientist, never mind the fact that his company was one of the biggest in America, never mind that he was the Mayor of the Big Apple itself.
In their eyes he was just a human. Nothing more. What could humanity do against the inhuman powers the Queens possessed after all? Frost could end him with a thought, and Gallio wouldn't be so merciful to give him a swift death.
That was it; he was just a human. A genius mind trapped in the body of a basic everyday human.
Maybe it was time to change that. He had the mind, now he just needed the body to go with it.
Old Authors Note: I have some behind-the-scenes things to do for NG (I need to combine League of Legends and RWBY properly, and that means research.), so I'm going to do one more chapter of Conquest (after this one) before switching back.