Neptune

Rose could feel every twitch of the tongue in her mouth. She recoiled against it, as the tongue felt thick and slimy, making her stomach twist in disgust. She could feel it searching, probing deeper. Her eyes squeezed shut, trying to block the sight of Anhara. Her face seemed almost distorted and blurred, taking on an almost terrifying visage. It was bad enough feeling the invasive tongue touching and exploring her mouth in a way that had never been explored before. She could feel it moving further back, reaching to the back of her mouth. She could feel her throat constricting a little, preparing to try and repel the intruding tongue but Anhara skillfully kept her tongue dancing on the edge, teaching Rose’s gag reflex. While she wanted to gag, and her body was expecting to, the sensation never came. The tongue seemed to freeze, as if enjoying its dangerous position. A whimper escaped Rose as she felt Anhara’s body press down against her, their breasts grinding against one another. She could feel Anhara’s racing heart that seemed to beat almost in unison with her own. Despite the similarities, though, she knew that their hearts were racing for very different reasons. Her heart raced in terror, of what was happening, what Anhara was doing and what was to come in her future. For Anhara, there was no doubt in Rose’s mind that her heart was beating with the sinful fire of lust that was no doubt rampaging through her body. Rose cringed when she felt Anhara’s tongue moving again, almost tenderly moving against her own tongue. Despite the invading tongues gentle caresses, almost encouraging her to respond, Rose stubbornly refused to take an active part in this sinful act. Not only were they unmarried, they were not even ‘dating’. She didn’t even want to think about the fact that they were both girls, which made what Anhara was doing even more sinful. She continued to squirm against the taller girl, wishing that she wasn’t so small and weak. She just wanted Anhara to leave her alone.

Location: Hermitage. Daedrin didn’t answer Izanagi’s question at first. Instead he was giving him a long and steady look that suggested that he had said something that he had not particularly liked. Finally, after a few moments he said, “I will ignore that implied threat to Lucius on the grounds of your ignorance. If you do like to be judged yourself, then please refrain from doing so to others.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze steely for a moment before he seemed to relax once more and his tone lost its reproachful edge, “If you actually knew Lucius then you would not have said that. Lucius is one of the politest people I know, with absolutely impeccable manners. Manners that have been drilled into his head since he was a young child. When he speaks to you with an unfiltered tongue, then it speaks of his level of trust in you. He knows that he can be completely honest with you, including the manner in which he speaks. If he had known you were in the room, then he would not have spoken like that, because he does not trust you. I have known Lucius for a fair number of years and he is a good, and honourable man. I know not to take offense when none is genuinely not meant.” Daedrin then allowed his gaze to slide towards the window as he uncrossed his arms again and curled them around the edges of the table before he then said, “If you require rest, then feel free to. We have rooms. I will be remaining here to ensure that Lucius will survive the night with certainty. I think I’ve proven that I can survive on little, to almost no sleep for a while. I am not in desperate need for sleep, but I will likely get some before the morning.”

Rowan could feel Natia’s tight, hot pussy clenching chokingly around his cock. The muscles seemed to simultaneously squeeze his cock with a crushing grip and yet caress him lovingly, tempting him to remain inside of his lover. He could feel her hot cum gushing over his cock, causing her passage to become slicker as the liquid squeezed out around him and onto the floor below, soaking into the wooden floorboards. He could hear the sounds of her pleasure morphing into pain. He wanted to stop, to see if she was alright however his body would not allow him to. His instincts had complete control over himself, and no amount of willpower could make him stop despite the fact that he disliked her crying out with pain. It didn’t help when she encouraged him to keep going, as if the pain excited her and she wanted to feel every inch of him inside of herself. A small part of him couldn’t help but to be worried. This was only the second time she was having sex, and he certainly couldn’t expect her to be able to take his entire cock. At least, not this quickly. She would need regular sessions to be able to properly stretch her out to the point where she could easily take every inch of his smooth cock. He opened his eyes when he felt her hands leave his shoulders, only for his golden gaze to settle on the glowing collar. His eyes narrowed and he almost curled his lip in distaste at the very sight of it. He really hoped that his friend would be able to remove it, allowing Natia to be free of it. He would love to see what she would be like completely unfettered. His own grip on her tightened when he felt her arms move back around his neck, pulling her closer as she insisted that her fire was his, and that she wanted everyone to know that she was his. He couldn’t help the small, possessive growl that escaped his lips, “Don’t worry, Natia. Everyone will know that you belong to me, and only me.” As he spoke the words, he could feel himself reaching the tipping point. His hips moved almost erratically, grinding his cock as deep as it would go inside of Natia. Another growl ripped from deep within his throat. He managed to growl out, the words reverberating down her ear, “And I will own every inch of you!” His hips pushed hard against hers, pressing the tip of his cock against her cervical wall. The entire length of his dick twitched and throbbed before unleashing a torrent of cum deep inside of her, flooding her womb and her pussy with cum.

Location: Sapphire Mantle Hotel and Spa (Luxury Hotel); Early morning Kaylaen almost snorted with amusement when Sophia gave him a playful wink before she practically skipped to catch up with the officer. As the man’s focus was completely on her, Kaylaen shook his head with a slight smile. It seemed that once she started having fun, there was no stopping her. Not that he was complaining, of course. This was much more entertaining than anything that could be found on television these days. As Sophia approached him, the Officer looked at her with a smile. At her comments, he gave a rather nervous chuckle, “No girlfriend, dear. I used to be married but… no more. Been divorced for a few years and haven’t been back on the dating scene, since.” He told her. He then came to a pause as he stepped in front of a set of closed doors that lead to the lift. He pressed the button and within a moment the doors opened and revealed the lift inside. The officer stepped in, and once the two followed him in he pressed the button for the ground floor. Kaylaen leaned against the back wall of the lift as the doors closed and the entire box lurched slightly as the lift began to descend. The officer then seemed to casually comment, “I have no doubt that you get your fair share of boys throwing themselves are your feet.” He then smiled a little at her. Location: Thorndown University Campus Evelyn stifled a giggle when Brighton looked a little sheepish, clearly embarrassed by what seemed like a spontaneous invitation. Her lips curled in a smile and she tilted her head a little at him when he seemed to realise that making such an invitation might have seemed a little suspicious. She then chuckled a little when he said that there was no excuse for it, and neither was he going to offer one. She wasn’t expecting him to, nor was she looking for an excuse. Her gut was telling her that the offer was not meant in any malicious or underhanded manner. At his question, she seemed to consider it for a moment before replying, “Just plain Americano. I typically use a coffee machine that my parents have, although while at university I’m reduced to drinking instant coffee. I like it strong, and sweet. It’s a good way to really wake up… plus not many people on my dorm floor like the strong coffee I have. It ensures that no one touches it.” A mischievous smile danced on Evelyn’s lips before then asked, “How about you?” Location: Abandoned Industrial area Liliana’s eyes narrowed when the man told her that it was best if she were to leave. It irked her, the nerve of this man! The flash of irritation almost made her give a snappy response, but she controlled the urge. She continued to stare at him with hard eyes, watching his every move like a hawk, “I have no intention of leaving. Not until I get what I came for.” She told him, keeping her tone level. Before he could respond, she could hear another van drawing closer and she risked taking her eyes off of the strange man to look at the oncoming vehicle. It was black, and came to a stop right outside of the storage facility. Her gut was telling her that this was not a good situation to be in, and she always trusted her gut. Her gut feeling was only confirmed when the individuals that got out of the van were dressed in a similar manner to the immobilised man. Despite the fact that one of their people was clearly restrained, they were quite bold in their demand that he let them go. However their threat was clearly meaningless, as Liliana observed that they made no action against the man when he reached into his coat pocket. It was a well known aggressive posture, and if he was dealing with those that felt even remotely threatened by the gesture, they would have not hesitated in riddling him full of bullets. So they were either not serious about the threat of putting a bullet in his brain and hoped that the show of force would make him surrender, or they were absolute morons. She almost scoffed but didn’t want to attract attention to herself. Liliana decided that out of the two sides, she would rather be on the side of the mysterious man. She turned her gun towards the newcomers, her finger poised to press against the trigger at a moment’s notice, “I advise that you either put your guns down, or get back in that van of yours and leave.” She said, her voice calm and devoid of any kind of emotion. Location: Laundry Room, Naughty Cow Dairy Alvina squeaked a little in surprise when she heard Evelyn’s voice. She looked over at the other woman and her cheeks seemed to grow even brighter. She closed her eyes, shaking her head before she buried her face in her hands, “Ugh, I’m an idiot, Evelyn. I went in there to help him with the dryer since he couldn’t work out how to get it functioning but… I accidentally saw him naked.” She lowered her hands and looked at Evelyn, her eyebrows creasing in concern, “I’m never going to be able to look him in the eye, ever again. And I’m pretty sure he was as embarrassed as I was. The poor guy was hiding himself. He definitely did not want me seeing him like that, and I don’t blame him.” Alvina said, looking distraught before sighing deeply, “Man, I’m a fucking idiot…” She repeated.

Location: On the Northern side of the central Mountain range. Dezrin gazed at Cassandra with a rather patient stare, as the sudden barrage of questions didn’t bother him. He blinked, his eyes taking on a rather stormy grey colour that matched the sky outside, “I’ve already told you who I am. I am Dezrin. But if you’re after a more indepth answer then here it is… I am Dezrin Eldyrannth, son of Queen Talivana, Triavana, King Talrin and Crown Prince Temaelrin. I was born on Vorserend, the homeworld of my people and I grew up there with my twin brother Frankrin. And for what I know… I know many things. But what I know about you specifically… well that is a long and complicated answer.” He paused for a moment, looking out of the cave to watch the rainfall against the leaf litter. He then turned back to Cassandra, his eyes now a cobalt blue, “You’ve never met me before however I have met you before. And I do mean you, specifically. Not any of your other selves, or your past lives. You seem to have little, to no idea as to what this island is. My people call it the ‘Utopian Curse’ and it is an island that defies all logic. We’re not sure how it does it, but it pulls people from various time streams and even universal streams. I’m from your future. I know the clothes I have for you fit, because from my perspective I’ve known you for a long time. Even then, if the clothes didn’t fit you, the cloak is sure to be a fine fit. It’s a pretty standard piece of clothing for my people and it’s pretty much one size fits all… well, except for the King and Princes. But they’re unusual.” He smiled a little at her before he then said, “No doubt you’re very skeptical of what I’m saying here. So let me ask you a couple of questions. You’re quite familiar with your home universe and the things within it. Are there any Eldyrannth there? Does any of the surrounding flora and fauna around here originate from your universe? Is there an island like this there? Something as strange as this island is bound to attract attention even in your universe.”

I have been on Leave of Absence for the last month, as I've had a very rough month that has been very hard on me and my family. I was not expecting to come back to see the kind of shit flying around on this site. I'm not angry. I'm just very disappointed, and pretty upset that the fun and friendly community that I've helped to create has become so hostile. It's honestly heartbreaking. I've seen a lot of shit on this site, and seen a lot of trouble makers. But this is the first time I've ever truly felt disappointed. It really leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

Hello, welcome to Craethiel Kingdom

I like every band on the list that @Temaelrin has spoken about but I'll add some of my own thoughts here. Nightwish: I was actually introduced to this band by a friend. I had asked them to get a H.I.M album for me, and they also gave me Nightwish's Once album because they thought I might like it. And I fucking did although Once is hands down their best album. After Tarja left though... hmm. Definitely downhill since then, but that's my opinion. Within Temptation: I found this one when my older sister bought the "The Silence Force" album from our local music shop. She had a little extra cash to spend and she figured 'why the fuck not'. My goodness, we fell in love with their music. I loved The Silent Force, and the proceeding albums. Not too fond of the ones that came after, but they're not too bad. Just not as good as the others. Two Steps From Hell and the composer Thomas Bergerson: Again, my sister introduced me to their music. Man, they sure as FUCK fill my need for epic classical music. Their music has many different tones to them, and invoke a huge variety of emotions within me. I like to put this music on in the background when I'm working, and I like to put the appropriate tone on when I'm writing a roleplay post.

Location: In Cassandra and Dezrin's little cave, south of the island Dezrin smiled a little at Cassandra’s question, pleased that she was putting in the effort of engaging in some kind of conversation. He reached out, scooping up some of the liquid and beading it along her lips to encourage her to lick it up, but the gesture was non-sexual and didn’t seem dominating in the slightest. The moment it was done, he pulled back and offered her the secondary cube, “Yes, an emergency ration. It’s filled with everything that you would need in a day. It’s not very filling, though, so it won’t fill your stomach. But that, and some water, will get you through some tough times. They’re also used in medical situations, for people who aren’t able to stomach food. As for why it is purple…” Dezrin couldn’t help but to chuckle a little at this, “It’s purple because of a food dye that was put in it. The dye is from a fruit that actually grows on the island. It looks a little like what… I’m not sure if you have dragonfruit in your universe… but this fruit looks like a purple version of that. The fruit flesh itself is hallucinogenic. Don’t worry, there is nothing of that in these cubes. The dye is within the skin of the fruit itself. A non-toxic dye, that’s all. It’s chosen because we like purple.” Dezrin chuckled a little self-depreciative, knowing that it might sound unusual to Cassandra at the moment but he tried to explain a little, “It’s basically our national colour, used on our flag, and purple is one of the colours of our King and Queen. It’s a little complicated to explain, but I understand why it doesn’t look appetising to you.” He gently placed the second cube within Cassandra’s hand before snapping the contained with the others shut. Anymore of them and he would overdose Cassandra, “I’ll try and find some fruit or something when the storm has died down.” He then said, tucking the small container away in his bag. He then looked back at her and said, “I have some spare clothes that will fit you. Would you like something to wear? It will keep you warmer, if nothing else.” He didn’t want to just pull the clothes out and throw them at her, as she was skittish enough to refuse the offer, but he hoped that she would accept them as he had brought something just for her.

Location: Sapphire Mantle Hotel and Spa (Luxury Hotel); Early morning Kaylaen was absolutely enjoying the show as Sophia had the men wrapped around her little finger. He doubted they would have bought the really shy act if they had seen her the night before. She had been an absolute minx then, and even now that minx was almost boldy peeking from underneath the shy exterior. And none of them seemed to see it. If anything, the owner seemed to be the one really eating out of her hand, as he seemed to light up when she said that she would respond as soon as she could. His eyes seemed to glance down her body, a look of lust in his eyes that he tried to be discreet about, but Kaylaen’s sharp eyes saw it. When she announced that she was ready to go, Kaylaen stood up as well, feeling almost glad to leave this damned hotel. As much as he had been loving the show that Sophia had been putting on, his stomach was letting him know just how hungry he was. He was craving a nice English-style breakfast, perfect for chasing away his hangover. The kind officer smiled at Sophia at her announcement that she was ready to go. He moved out of the room, glancing around as if to make sure that there was nothing amiss before he began to lead the way down the corridor. Kaylaen gestured for Sophia to go before him, a gesture that he did unconsciously as he had such manners drilled into him from a young age. He didn’t hear what Sophia said, but saw her lean towards the man slightly as her lips moving. The owner seemed to twitch, his eyes widening in surprise before he gulped as he shifted a little, trying to hide his very obvious erection. The man was now sweating a little, looking very nervous as he glanced towards Kaylaen and the second officer who was still smirking at Sophia. Kaylaen followed Sophia out, trying hard not to laugh. He quickened his step a little to catch up with her as they started to follow the other officer. He whispered to her, “You’re incorrigible.” He let out a small huff of laughter before he pulled away and continued walking as if he had not said anything. Location: “The Rock” bar and old industrial estate Liliana followed the two figures through the city, keeping her attention focused on one or the other. It was definitely clear to her now that the second person was hunting the first, who she was now certain was her target. But why did this man want to find Leech? What was his stake in all of this? It annoyed her that she might not be able to get what she wanted, especially if this man got to the operative first. Cursing to herself, she continued to follow the two, hoping to be able to get in there first to get what she wanted. Liliana made sure to keep some kind of distance from the two, to ensure that neither of them spotted her. Especially when they began to head into the sparsely populated old industrial area, where it would have been easy to spot someone like her especially as was too well dressed for an area like this. She certainly felt as if she stuck out like a sore thumb, but she was sure she could keep out of notice of the two with ease. When the Leech operative came to a stop outside some kind of storage facility, she saw the second man duck into an alleyway. She paused for a moment, considering her options. She could just go ahead onto the Leech operative, but then she wouldn’t have her questions answered about this strange man. After a few moments consideration, she decided to follow the man into the alley, confident that she could protect herself. However when she peered down it, she saw nothing. No sign of the man. She carefully scanned anywhere that he could hide, such as behind the large metal bins, and between the boxes of rubbish, but there was absolutely no sign of him. Thus puzzled her, as there was no way that he could get to the other end of the alleyway before she came in. Her eyes moved upwards, following a drainage pipe that he could have climbed up. As quick as she could move, she doubted she could actually scale the long pipe in that short span of time. A little annoyed that she had lost him, she decided to keep her focus on the Leech operative. She moved back to the mouth of the alleyway, careful to keep herself concealed. She watched as a van pulled out and a few gangsters climbed out and spoke with the man, although she wasn’t sure what they were saying due to how far away they were and her view was slightly blocked by the van. But their business didn’t take long, and the van soon drove off, leaving the Leech man with a cooler. She waited for a few moments, watching the operative as the van continued out of sight. Liliana saw the man call someone for a few moments before putting the phone away. She was about to make her move, but the strange man suddenly came up behind the operative. Her knowing gaze saw that he was somewhat trained in stealth, suggesting that he wasn’t just some shmuck. He was also very quick to disarm the man and have him effectively pinned on the floor. Liliana paused for a moment, torn between watching what was about to happen, and the desire to go in there to get some answers herself. It didn’t take her long to arrive at the decision to head in there. Reaching back, she pulled out her gun and held it in front of her, but pointed towards the ground so that it wasn’t seen as an aggressive posture. Her finger was also resting along the side of the gun rather than on the trigger to prevent her from accidentally firing it. Despite her heels, her footsteps were as silent as smoke as she approached the two, her blue eyes as hard as sapphires. When she drew closer, she glanced towards the Leech operative before looking at the strange man, “Who the hell are you?” She demanded, wanting to get some answers as to why he was chasing after the same target she was.

“Then. Cum.” Rowan ordered in a snarl down Natia’s ear as she squealed out that she was going to cum. He was pleased that she was cumming this quickly, and made sure to continue aiming his cock deep into her willing and eager body. He loved the way that her pussy gripped hard around his dick, trying to hold him deep within her body. It almost became a contest of strength between him and the muscles of her pussy. Despite her body's effort to keep him deep inside of her, he was easily pulling his cock back before slamming it into her. His hips pressed hard against her own, forcing his cock all the way into her body as he fucked her relentlessly against the wall. He could hear the protesting creak of the wood behind Natia as he rammed her against it causing it to flex and bend behind her. Despite that, though, he completely ignored it as he continued fucking her furiously against the wall. He didn’t care if any of the patrons could hear her squeals of pleasure. If anything, it would be something to be prideful of as he would no doubt be subject to envious glares from others that would make him feel smug. But at the moment, all he cared about was the tight, hot cunt that was pulling him deep and quivering around him. He was nowhere close to an orgasm himself, but he wanted to drive one from her and to hear her delightful screams fill up the room. His hips moved so fast that they were almost a blur as he slammed himself into her repeatedly, almost moaning himself at their almost violent union, fulfilling her wish to tear her body apart with his cock alone. Her body felt so good that every instinct was driving him to keep fucking her, to cum as deep inside of her as possible. He closed his eyes, wanting to enjoy every moment of feeling her pussy cumming around him.

As Anhara seemed to be enjoying being violated, Rose could only quiver in fear beneath her. She couldn’t stand the euphoric look on Anhara’s face. But then Satan’s servant would enjoy the abuse hurled at her, even if it was unhealthy. She tried not to think about it, but it was hard with the other girl moaning above him as she could see the old man shifting behind her as the mattress rocked beneath her, making her feel as if she was on a boat in rough waters. The entire thing made her feel sick, and she almost didn’t notice the tears that continuously rolled down from her eyes. She wanted to reach up and cover her eyes with her hands but she was frozen to the spot, her body forcing her to continue watching. She almost cried out with relief when the man seemed to yank Anhara back, coming to a complete stop before he pulled out and walked away, despite the fact that it seemed to distress Anhara. On Rose’s part, she couldn’t help but to feel a little relieved that it was all over, and yet the images and the sounds of what had happened were forever seared into her mind. She just wanted to go home to her mother and father, curl up beside them and never let go of them. A small, selfish part of her, was glad that it happened to Anhara rather than herself. But she violently squashed that part of herself, knowing that it was a disgusting thing to have thought, despite the fact that Anhara seemed to not only enjoy it, but revel in it. Although why she would enjoy this abuse was completely lost to Rose. Why would someone enjoy their own punishment? But then, she knew little of the way of sinners, and never really wanted to. She was brought from her swirling thoughts when Anhara’s blurred face came nearer, causing Rose to try and jerk back but she was prevented from doing so by the bed beneath her. A whimper tried to claw its way from her throat as she looked up at the lust filled gaze of the girl on top of her, wishing that she could just disappear into the bed. Tears continued to stain her cheeks as her eyes darted back and forth as if trying to find an escape where there was none. She flinched a little at the girls words, finding herself feeling rather skeptical to their truth as Anhara seemed to welcome the sin that was thrust upon her. But her mind completely froze when she felt a tongue being pushed into her mouth, past her numb lips. For the first few moments, Rose was completely frozen solid, unable to do anything in retaliation. But the moment her mind suddenly returned to her, a small, protesting little squeak escaped her as she began to squirm, wishing she had the strength and bravery to just push the other girl off of her.

IsabellaRose died due to not being able to hand all my pokes >D

Location: Thorndown University Campus Evelyn blinked a little when Brighton muffled a burp that had attempted to sneak its way out. She smiled when he apologised, before laughing a little as he said that he got to talking too fast as he ingested his drink, “It’s alright, really.” She forgave him. She wasn’t as fussy about such things as others tended to be. Besides, he had attempted to stop it so there was no need for her to get offended by it. Still, it looked as if it felt unpleasant by the way that he shook himself a little and the embarrassed flush to his cheeks. She smiled again when he said that he was still learning the customs here. She shrugged a little before saying, “It’s kind of a mix, really, since people here descend from all manner of places. The UK, the United States, Canada, France and even some Russian families. But it is considered polite to offer a drink to someone coming over to your house. Personally, I’m more of a coffee drinker than I am a tea drinker, but there are some teas I do like, like honey and lemon but that’s best when I’m feeling sick. So if you’ve got coffee, I’m happy.” She said, flashing him a smile. She knew that it was perhaps a bad idea to accept such an offer from a stranger, but her instincts were telling her that he wasn’t that kind of person. It would no doubt be safer for him to come to her dorm room, as there were cameras recording who came and left the premises. But she didn’t want to take him there just in case the kitchen was in a state of biohazard horror. Location: “The Rock” bar. Liliana maintained the illusion that she was enjoying her drink. She was only taking tiny sips, as she didn’t want the alcohol to be clouding her judgement. But she still kept a keen eye on the bar and the activities of the low-lives that surrounded her. Most were talking loudly, making boisterous jokes as they drank copious amounts of alcohol. The man close by seemed to be nursing his drink as much as she was, indicating that he wasn’t there to drink either. He was either her target, or he was looking for something as well. Or maybe waiting for someone. Her eyes then settled on a large man, who seemed to be a bodyguard of some description. She maintained an interest in the game of pool that he was playing but in reality she was eyeing him and the ones that he was playing with. The others seemed unremarkable, looking more like street thugs. But the first one she noticed had a slightly different demeanor. As if he was trying to be one of the casual’s of the bar but there was just something a little off. He didn’t quite fit in like the others, and he wasn’t as friendly with his drink as others were. She was also able to spy the gun that he had hidden in his inner pockets, something she took note of. The man then seemed to be receiving a phone call, but the thing that caught her attention was the man that sat near her also pulled out his phone and seemed to answer it. The timing was very suspicious to her, and made it seem as if he was included in a conference call alongside the other man. But the intel that was given to her only indicated that one agent frequented this bar. So which one was the agent, and who was the other person? And what were they after? It irked her to think that there might be someone else after the prey she was hunting. She decided that she would watch and study both of them. By now, her wine had ran out and she was debating whether or not to order a second glass when the bald man left the bar. She secretly watched the second person who waited about five seconds before he got up and left the bar. So, perhaps not with the other, but following. It suggested that the bald man was the Leech operative, but this unknown man was hunting them down like she was. Her father’s friend didn’t mention anyone else asking for the same lead she was following, meaning he was following some other lead. It made her curious, and angry at the same time. She hoped that he wouldn’t blow the chance she had at getting closer to the killers of her family. Several seconds after he was gone, she got up and left the bar, easily avoiding the boisterous men who were too drunk to even notice her. She slipped out into the night air and turned to silently follow the strange man and the Leech agent, using her years of skill to remain unnoticed.

Karma has died due to drowning in a cuddle pile of pomeranians!

Temaelrin died due to being overwhelmed with Neppy Cuddles.

Location: Hermitage. Daedrin looked up when Izanagi walked in through the door with the nurse with the water. He took the cup from her, nodding his head at her. He ignored his friend for the moment as Daedrin told the woman, “Take a break. I’ll look after Lucius for the moment.” She glanced at the human on the bed before looking at Daedrin before nodding and leaving the room, closing the door quietly as she did so. Daedrin tilted his head a little as he listened to her disappearing footsteps before he turned to Izanagi and finally answered his question, “Not good. There was something in the bite of the swamp creature that’s given him a nasty infection. But… he will be fine.” He placed the cup of water on the small wooden table and reached into his a pocket hidden beneath his shirt. He pulled out what appeared to be a small crystal vial, although it was wrapped in some kind of black material that hid its contents from view. He unscrewed the top and, being extremely carefully, he brought it down to hover over the cup of water. He tapped it a few times, causing a strange black and purple powder to emerge and fall into the water. It glittered like crystalline particles and immediately sank to the bottom of the water. He did this a couple of times before pulling it away and glancing in it. He only had about half of the substance left, but it was enough. He screwed the top back on before slipping it back into the hidden pocket. He then pulled up the sleeve of his left arm, before he drew out his dagger and sliced a little piece of the exposed skin. He held the wound over the cup and allowed a couple of drops to fall in before he put the dagger away and rolled the sleeve back up. He picked up the water cup and used telekinesis to stir it, causing the crystalline compound to disappear from sight. He then turned and moved over to the bed where he put a hand on Lucius shoulder and nudged him, “Lucius. Wake up. You need to drink this.” He said. The human stirred, letting out a soft groan but Daedrin nudged him again. The one blue eye cracked open, “What d’ya want, ass’ole?” Lucius asked, his voice slurred slightly from sleep and fever. “Drink.” Daedrin ordered, holding the cup up to the human’s lips. Lucius sent him a withering glare but obediently sipped at the water. Daedrin made him drink the entire thing before he pulled away and the human fell back to sleep. He returned to the table, putting the cup down and leaning against it, “That should do. Just give it a few minutes and he’ll start getting better.” He said to Izanagi.

Location: Sapphire Mantle Hotel and Spa (Luxury Hotel); Early morning “Of course.” The officer said with a kind smile down at Sophia as he affectionately petted her on the top of her head, “It’s perfectly understandable that you would feel unsafe right now. We can leave whenever you’re ready to, dear.” He said, before he looked over at Kaylaen with silently questioning eyes. He returned his gaze, his eyebrows twitching up a little before he said, “I’m ready to go when she’s feeling comfortable to.” To complete the appearance of a concerned friend, and to add to Sophia’s ‘vulnerable girl’ act, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and rubbed her arm in a comforting manner. He noticed that the owner seemed to frown a little at the action, as if unpleased. The officer standing by the door only seemed to smirk more as the second officer only nodded and told Sophia, “Then let me know when you want to leave and I’ll take you in the cruiser. You can keep the blanket.” He smiled a little at her. The owner then stumbled in and said, “A-and I’ll definitely email you about a job. It’s t… the least I can do.” Kaylaen blinked a little, a little startled but he kept his expression schooled. It seemed that the owner didn’t particularly like the attention being taken off of him. He felt that Sophia might need to be a little careful of this man, just in case he turned a little possessive. But then again, if she played him right she might be able to get a fair amount out of him. He seemed to be the kind that would allow his lovers to sleep their way to the higher positions within his hotel. If Sophia wanted, she could end up fucking her way up to a General Manager. This was turning out to be more and more interesting than any of the shit that came out on television these days. He turned his head and looked at Sophia, a silent question in his eyes as to what she wanted to do. This was her show, after all, and he was deferring to her. Location: Thorndown University Campus Evelyn was secretly pleased at the sight of his little blush. She felt it was endearing of him, and she hoped to be able to make him blush more. She picked up her hot chocolate, draining the last of the sweet liquid before putting it down as he said that he doesn’t let it bother him. She smiled and nodded her head in approval. She was glad to hear that he wasn’t allowing such an injury to control his life like many other people did. They tended to fall into a deep abyss of dispair, and don’t seem interested in pulling themselves out. She found it admirable that Brighton was able to take back that kind of control and adapt his life to compensate for the missing eye. She tilted her head when he went on to speak about the fact that he was still learning the routines in this area, and the fact that at a university it was hard to make such predictions. She certainly had to agree with that point, especially as life seemed to shift and change so frequently. Things were rarely consistent here. She smiled as he laughed, finding it rather pleasant as he admitted that it had turned from a life lesson to him sounding paranoid. But when he referred to her as ‘love’ she couldn’t help a slight blush as she giggled under her breath. She had twigged him as a rather introverted person, who most likely kept to himself, so for him to call her such an endearment especially unconsciously. She then blinked when he suddenly looked forwards and reached into his pocket to look at his phone. Evelyn was honest with herself when she felt a little disappointed when he said that it was friends that wanted to have a night of fun, but she perked up when he declined. Deciding to tease him a little, she asked, “Why is that? Because you already have such good company?” She then laughed a little. Location: Blackberry Falls City Centre, and “The Rock” bar. Liliana was glad that she had kept the communication open with her fathers old work colleagues. She knew that the information that they were passing onto her was illegal, and they could get into a lot of trouble for it, but she knew that they wanted justice as much as she did. And she was acting as an informal agent. They had been barred from being able to look further into the matter of her parents deaths, but the Ashaean Intelligence Agency couldn’t stop her from looking into it, not without her kicking up such a fuss that it would become noticeable. So her father’s colleagues would ‘accidentally’ leave information around in several dead drop locations for her to pick up and look into. Sometimes the information wasn’t useful. At other times, it was very useful and led her to interesting incidents caused by the very organisation that she was hunting down. It was this information that had led her to this bar. The Rock. Not a very imaginative name, but it was a little shady looking and kind of out of the way. Just the kind of place she expected these low-lifes to be in. She figured that they were there for two main reasons. To drink themselves stupid, and to pick up some poor chick for them to fuck. The latter of which she could use to her advantage. While she had not had sex before, she was confident enough in herself to use her good looks to her advantage with certain people that couldn’t see much past her looks. So she was dressed a little for the part, but she wasn’t going over the top. That would have been too obvious. She was wearing a pair of tight black jeans that hugged her figure, as well as a pair of black high heels. Her top was a tank top, showing only a very teasing amount of cleavage. She wore a white coat on top that went down to mid-thigh, covering up the concealed firearm that she had on her person. Her hair was up, in its usual style, as it fit the outfit well. It was stylish, and teased someone who was looking for a bit of a fling, without being obvious. With a confident stride she entered the bar, her blue eyes flicking around to see if she could find anything of obvious interest. There wasn’t anything that she could immediately see, but that was to be expected. She took note as to where everyone was in the bar, as well as the potential exits just in case she needed to make a quick getaway. She moved up to the bar, glancing at a long man sitting nursing a beer. She glanced at him a little longer than the others, as he was quite handsome and he had red eyes, an unusual feature for sure. It made her wonder if this was the target she was looking for. She gave him a slight smile before sitting down, with one stool between the two of them. When the bartender asked her for what she wanted, she ordered herself a chilled white wine as she got herself comfortable while observing the man from the corner of her eye.

Location: On Northern side of the central Mountain range. “That would be perfect.” Dezrin said, not questioning Cassandra’s direction. He gave her a smile before warning her, “I’m going to pick you up now, so please don’t be startled.” He slid his free hand underneath her knees, taking a firm grip as he drew her closer to himself. Displaying a strength at odds with his slender appearance, he lifted her with ease. When he stood straight, he shifted her a little to make her more comfortable as well as to have her weight a little more balanced. He then strode off in the direction of the cave that she had pointed out. He remained quiet, wanting to save the talking until they reached the little hiding place. The storm continued to rage around them, the wind whipping at them and trying to claw at them. But Dezrin held Cassandra firmly, as if she was the most important thing to him and he was not willing to allow someone to take her from him. Despite their progress being hampered by the storm, they finally reached the cave that Cassandra had spoken about, much to Dezrin’s relief. However when they came up to the small entrance, he could see the evidence of freshly chewed on humanoid bones. Due to the fact that the flesh had been eaten, it was unclear as to who the bones belonged to. He grimaced, as he saw tooth and claw marks scarring the bones. Whomever it was, it was fairly recently, but had been found by scavengers who had made short work of the body. Thankfully, there were only one or two bones that he could see in the case. The rest were likely scattered in the forest nearby. Gently, he ducked into the cave and put her down against the furthest wall. He then turned and looked at the rest of the cave, seeing the dead leaves and stains of blood. He quickly cleared the cave, using telekinesis to churn the soil where the blood stains were and throwing it out of the cave. When he was satisfied, he turned back to Cassandra and shrugged off his bag which he placed on the floor before sitting in front of her with crossed legs. Despite how uncomfortable he was, the posture was non-threatening and allowed him to be more vulnerable should she decide to just attack him. He used his gauntlets to strip any rain water from them both, once again leaving them dry. The last thing Cassandra needed right now was to catch a chill. He opened up his bag and rummaged through it until he found what he needed. A small container that had purple cubes sitting inside of it. He opened it up and took one, popping it into his mouth. The moment it touched his tongue, it burst, filling his mouth with a sweet flavoured liquid which he swallowed down. He pulled two more and offered them to Cassandra, “Pop these in your mouth. It doesn’t fill your stomach much, but it gets needed nutrients into your system.” He told her, blinking white eyes at her.

Another growl clawed its way up Rowan’s throat, this time a little quieter, as he encountered the resistance of the hymen against the top of his dick. He heard her words, but they barely registered with him as he was running primarily on base instincts. He tightened his grip of her, before pulling his lips back slightly and then slamming his cock forwards. He drove it hard up inside of her, snapping her hymen and allowing him access to the rest of her womanhood. His eyes closed slightly as he sighed in relief at the feeling of her white-hot cunt wrapping around more of his cock. He rocked his hips, pushing himself ever deeper inside of her until the head of his cock pressed up against the entrance to her womb. Now that he was filling every inch of her pussy, claiming it for his own, he once again returned his mouth to the smooth skin of her neck. He didn’t bite down on her. Instead, he kissed up the soft skin as he pulled his cock out of her cunt until only the tip was resting inside of her. He then slid himself back inside of her, pushing ever deeper as he fought to fill her with every inch of his manhood. His thrust was slow, but it was firm, letting her know just who she belonged to. His mouth kissed up to her ear as he groaned into it, “Fuck, Natia… your cunt feels so good.” He pulled back and slammed himself back into her, hoping to hear her sweet moans. Now that he had started, his body was unable to stop. His hips continued to pull back and push back inside of her, his pace getting quicker and more forceful with each passing minute. His mouth moved back down to her neck once again, his teeth sinking into her soft flesh and he marked her again. He wished, deep down, that she could properly return the bonding, as it would tie them together as mates and ensure that he could always know where she was. But he knew it was impossible to bond with a non-Keza’maraki and it made him feel sad. He figured that the only thing he could do was ensure that she was always with him so that he would never lose her, and make sure that she was so well satisfied that she wasn’t going to want to leave him for anything. Growling into her neck, he used his weight to push her harder against the wall as he began to slam his hips up into her, repeatedly ramming his cock deep into the heated core of her body.

(As the previous post is a collab, I’m going to be the one to post next) Location: Hermitage. When Daedrin had finished his meal, he pushed it back away from him. He felt slightly better for having something warm in him, and having his stomach feeling full. He relaxed for a few moments before he straightened and informed, “I’m going to go and see Lucius. You’re welcome to join me if you want.” He said, before standing up from his chair and making his way over to the bartender as she was pouring out a few tankards of ale for the villagers. The villagers gave Daedrin a toothy smile and a respectful nod as he approached, and he inclined his head slightly in response. He waited politely for the bartender to be free before asking, “Which room is Lucius in?” “Up the stairs, and three doors on the right.” She informed him with a big smile. Daedrin bowed his head a little before thanking her and heading to the stairs. He moved to the door that she had mentioned and knocked gently on it. There was a feminine voice that told him to come in, and he opened the door to find Lucius on the bed, propped into a reclining position by a pile of straw pillows. He was being tended by a young human female, who was tightening his bandages. She looked up at him and smiled, “Ah, you’re… his friend?” She asked. “That I am.” Daedrin said, stepping closer into the room and keeping the door open just in case Izanagi was behind him, “How is he?” He asked. “He has a bit of a fever, but I’ve packed his wounds with Calendula herbs. That should stop any sickness and help heal his wounds.” The woman said, and Daedrin resisted the urge to tell her that if he was already fevered then it was too late for that. Infection had already set in, which was not good for Lucius and Daedrin felt quite concerned. He roused himself for a moment before looking at the young woman, “Can you do me a favour and get a cup of water? Or if that isn’t feasible, then some weak ale. I have some medicine that I wish to try.” “Of course, m’lord.” The lady said with a small curtsy. She then left the room, leaving them alone. Daedrin quickly stepped up to Lucius, stripping off one of his gloves and pressing the back of his hand against Lucius’ forehead which burned. There was a light film of sweat that covered him, and Daedrin was a little worried at how quickly infection had set on. He stepped back, pulling on his glove once again as he frowned thoughtfully, trying to decide what to do.

Rose tried to resist Anhara when the other girl began to pull the doll away, but the toy was ripped from her with ease, causing her to be looking up at Anhara with wide, fear-filled eyes that glistened with her tears. At the demand to look at her, Rose resisted for a moment as she clenched her eyes closed. She sniffled, before an audible sob escaped her. Her eyes then fluttered open as she could hear shuffling from the man nearby, but she couldn’t see what he was doing and that terrified her even more than seeing her angry face. She flinched back at the expression on Anhara’s face. She didn’t quite understand it, and it caused her to feel a wealth of confusion. Anhara looked almost demented as she grinned down like that, as if she was being possessed by satan himself. She wished with all of her heart that she could sink through the bed and disappear into the earth. Her eyes then widened when Anhara spoke about how her daddy was going to rape her. She seemed to be almost anticipating it. Why would…? She jumped when the loud scream erupted from Anhara’s throat, “Oh God…” She whispered, her tiny voice lost within the sound of the pain-filled scream. She pushed herself down further into the bed, whimpering audibly as Anhara’s hair was suddenly pulled back. Her eyes then focused themselves on the man that was hovering over the two of them. She saw his hips pushing against Anhara, but it wasn’t clear exactly what was going on. While innocent, though, her mind was able to connect the dots on what was actually happening. A louder whimper escaped her as she found herself once again looking back in Anhara’s eyes, seeing the flash of something in her eyes as she felt the other girls hands clench on either side of her head. More fresh tears followed the previous, as she fervently hoped and prayed that she would get out of this situation. The last thing she wanted was for that man to touch her. A scream was wanting to force its way out of her throat but she remained completely frozen in place as this girl was raped on top of her, unable to do anything to stop it. It made her feel powerless and while she often felt powerless in the face of God, this was something entirely different. She was powerless in front of Satan, and that was not something she had experienced before and it terrified her to the core.

Colab Post: This post was a collaboration between myself and @Akira who did the Tahurin and Hanshaerin. We did this over at Google Docs before transferring it to here on EcchiDreams. Location: Edge of the Forest Daedrin jerked awake the moment Izanagi touched him. He stiffened a little, before relaxing as his friend spoke. He blinked a couple of times before glancing around, feeling a little disorientated. He didn’t remember falling asleep, nor was he aware of dreaming. From his perspective, he had blinked and Izanagi was shaking him. He let out a sigh through his lips before he got out of his bedroll and stretched to relax muscles tensed from being in the same position for so long. Finally he allowed his arms to flop to his sides and he strode over to their camp, coaxing the fire back to full strength before making a breakfast from the last of their oats. Once they were finished eating the porridge, they cleaned up the camp and packed their supplies onto their horses, before they erased any evidence of their passing. Once they were mounted and settled comfortably, Daedrin looked up towards the sun that had now risen fully over the horizon, “We should arrive at Hermitage just as night is falling.” He said. Izanagi chuckled a bit before replying “Well, some civilization will be a very welcome change of pace, considering we’ve been travelling around this damn forest for days now.” he joked. Despite not really being the social type, even he was glad to know they soon arrive at a city and, hopefully, not have to deal with any monster trying to eat their guts out. His joke caused Daedrin to chuckle himself, “Indeed. The monsters of the deep make for poor conversation partners.” “Heh, you can say again.” the demon replied as both began to make their way out of the used campsite, heading towards the river, arriving at the lazily moving water by midday. By now, they could see the village across the river, settled on the edge of some marshland that looked hazy with a clinging fog, giving it a rather foreboding feeling. They were forced to go downstream a little until they found the ford. It was easy to cross, as the river was a little lower than what they were expecting. Thus they were able to ride the horses to the other bank with ease, although due to the weight of the ore they struggled a little to get up onto the bank. But once they were fully on dry land they began to move out at a reasonable pace. Between them and the village, it was mainly grassland, interspersed with patches of trees and shrubbery. They had not been moving for long when Daedrin pulled Daegrin to an abrupt stop, his eyes narrowing as he spotted something in the distance he had hoped not to see. He doubted Izanagi could see them yet, but he could see a group of dark coloured figures, wearing black armour. It was a group of Mako’demeri, whose size indicated that they were some kind of scouting party. If they were this close to Selil, then it was obvious that they were sizing the capital up, quite likely planning for some kind of strike when the time came. Izanagi also stopped Lucky’s moves when he noticed his friend no longer moving forward. Daedrin wasn’t the type of guy to stop like that without a good reason. “Hm? Something wrong Daedrin?” he asked as he activated his Soul Eye to improve his vision, making it easier for him to spot anything unusual ahead. While he didn’t exactly notice the group wearing the back armour, Izanagi did sense something strange ahead. Some sort of weird souls were ahead, and they could only mean trouble. Daedrin glanced at his friend before looking at the figures ahead, “Trouble. There’s a scouting party of The Black Ones. We don’t want to be caught out in the open by them.” He said, ignoring Daegrin who stirred restlessly and pawed at the ground. “The Black Ones, huh? Can’t say I ever heard of them... “ Izanagi replied in a serious tone as he analysed the souls ahead. They really were emanating some sort of weird energy. These guys clearly were not normal, as if Daedrin’s comment wasn’t enough to make that clear “Well, if a front attack isn’t a good idea, we could try to ambush them. What do you think?” the demon suggested. “I think we should circle around, and avoid any kind of conflict. If we piss them off, then you’ll be pissing off an entire army.” Daedrin said, before looking at Izanagi, “They’re Mako’demeri. They look like wolf anthros, or werewolves, but they aren’t. They share their home with the vikings and share their thirst for conflict and they are ferocious in battle. Not people you want to really, willingly take on.” He glanced back towards the approaching Mako’s before he scanned around before spotting one of the occasional tree and shrub areas, “Let’s try and head there, and hide in the foliage until they’ve passed. Discretion is the best policy for the moment.” He nudged at Daegrin’s flanks, urging the large beast forwards before turning him towards his target at a brisk trot. “Tch. Fine…” Izanagi replied in a slightly grumpy tone before nudging Lucky’s reins, causing the horse to turn around as well and follow Daegrin towards their hiding spot. The only consolation Izanagi had at that moment was that, as much fun as fighting an entire army could be, he probably wouldn’t be able to go all out anyway, since there would be a ton of people watching and any survivors could go around spreading rumors about him being a demon. If that happened, it would make it much much harder for him to move around without being attacked by… well… everyone. Responding to his friends grumpy tone, Daedrin said, “One of the rules of fighting, Izanagi, is to outsmart your enemy. Sometimes that needs a little cloak and dagger, and sometimes involves tricking your enemies. As strong as you are, I doubt that you could face an entire army and live. At least, not an army of that size. They only have a fraction of their troops here, and the ones they have here number in the millions. That’s several times more than the entire population of this Kingdom.” “Pfft. Alright then mister ‘voice of reason’, let’s hide for now. But for the record, I would at the very least take down a ton of them with me.” Said Izanagi as both made their way back away from the river and towards the countless trees and bushes. The super dense forest and incredible amount of plants would serve as perfect camouflage, but the fact that the horses were so big and carrying so much cargo would make things a bit harder for them. After glancing around the area for a bit, Izanagi spotted what seemed like a good spot. There were many trees agglomerated together in an area that was at a considerable distance from the main road “Over here! This seems like a good spot” Izanagi said as he pointed to the area. Daedrin looked at where Izanagi pointed at, and nodded his head in agreement, “It looks like a good spot.” He said, nudging Daegrin in that direction. He glanced back towards the scouting party, who didn’t seem to have noticed them. When they arrived at the little spot, they moved behind the trees. Daedrin dismounted, telling Daegrin firmly, “Stay here.” The aelda shorted and rolled its eyes at him but remained where he was. Daedrin patted him roughly on the shoulder before he crept forwards, keeping himself hidden by the shrubbery until he found a spot where he could look out and watch the scouting party. Izanagi followed his friend’s lead and placed Lucky near Daegrin before dismounting the horse and gently patting her on the neck “You wait here too” he said in a gentle tone before finding another good spot to hide, which was a very big and dense bush. That would allow them to see their enemies passing by and would also make it much easier for them to react if they were spotted. Soon enough, they could hear the sound of the metallic armour clashing against the ground every time they took a step. The group proved to be a bit bigger than Izanagi was expecting, but thankfully none of them seemed to notice the adventurers hiding. The dark armoured, dark furred Mako’s did not ride horses, and moved by a steady march. They spoke a language that was completely alien to Izanagi, and their accent was thick and harsh, causing their sharp, long canines to flash in the sunlight. Daedrin watched with flat eyes as they walked past, completely oblivious as to what lay hidden. They remained hidden, watching as the Mako’s passed and disappeared into the distance. It was only when Daedrin could no longer see them that he moved, moving back towards Daegrin and stroking the stallion's nose to comfort him. Izanagi kept his Soul Eye active the entire time so he could watch the Mako’s passing by, even after they had left his normal field of view, he still paid close attention to their souls going away. After it was all said and done, he too got back to Lucky caressed her nose a bit to calm her down, despite the fact she didn’t seem to be that scared this time. Maybe she was finally getting used to the weird shit her owner insisted on getting himself involved. “Well… that was… interesting…” Izanagi commented as he mounted Lucky again. “Things are quite chaotic at the moment and will only get worse.” Daedrin told him, as he already knew some of the events that were to come. At the moment, it was the calm before the storm before hell tried to break loose. Daedrin mounted Daegrin and the two friends emerged from their hiding place. He glanced at the sun, and knew that being forced to hide like that had severely slowed their progress. They returned to the road and turned back north to head towards Hermitage. While they were close, it still took several hours to get close. The sun had begun to set, however Daedrin said, “We’ll keep going. We’re pretty close to the village now so there’s no point in stopping.” “Got it. It’ll be nice to get some sleep without having to keep watch” commented Izanagi as both continued their way to their destination. After some more time, they finally arrived at Hermitage. At that point, the sun was already long gone and nowhere to be seen. Only the moon and the stars were bringing light from the sky. Izanagi once again activated his Soul Eye to improve his vision in the darkness of the night as they proceeded. The first thing Daedrin noticed was that everything seemed unnaturally still. He slowed Daegrin to a walking pace, feeling a sense of trepidation, his instincts screaming at him that something was wrong. He was about to open his mouth to say something to Izanagi however before a sound could leave his lips, there was a sudden scream. The scream was not human, and it was angry. Filled with pain, hate and a hunger for things better left unsaid. Immediately, Daedrin drove Daegrin forwards into the village, his large hooves clattering against the cobblestone path. Upon hearing the loud scream, Izanagi did the same as his friend and shook Lucky’s reins a bit, causing her to speed up a bit and rush beside Daegrin to the village. It was more than obvious that something was wrong. Very wrong. If he had to take a wild guess, Izanagi would say that the village was being attacked by some sort of creature or monster. Innocent people would get badly hurt or even die if nothing was done. Both adventurers passed through the village’s gate in a flash. The two ran through the village, noting that there was no one that walked the streets at this time. They rounded the corner, and immediately pulled upon their reigns to come to a stop. In the middle of the street was an emaciated form with rotten dark blue skin. Its muzzle was long and almost canine-like with canine-like fangs. It lay completely still, and Daedrin could see some wounds on the thing, despite the fact that it was not bleeding. He then noticed a figure slumped against the house, and it took him a moment to realise that he knew the young man. Lucius, the young son of a Lord. Even though the creature was dead, the young man was alive but wounded. Daedrin swung down from his saddle and stepped up to the blond haired human, “Lucius?” He asked. Lucius looked up, his single blue eye focusing on Daedrin before he blinked, “Daedrin? … what in the name of the Kingdom are you doing here?” He asked. “I was passing through. What happened here?” Daedrin asked. “When I arrived earlier today, the villagers seemed pretty… edgy. I tried to ask them what was going on, but they were a bit tight lipped. The tavern owner told me that there was something killing people in the night so I decided to try and see what it was. I found that…” Lucius indicated the dead creature, “... eating that young woman.” He then indicated a body that Daedrin had missed. The corpse of a half eaten human woman, her eyes open and staring sightlessly up into the night sky. Izanagi also got down from Lucky’s back as Lucius explained what he knew about the situation. The demon let out a sigh before commenting “Of course there is something wrong going on here… we can’t get a break, can we?” he rubbed the back of his head a bit as he took another look around. There didn’t seem to be any other creatures around at first glance. While it would be very simple and easy for Izanagi to use his Soul Eye to find the souls of any other monster around, he was now at the presence of someone other than Daedrin, which means he would have to keep his special abilities at bay. “Of course not. Don’t ever think that we would ever get a break.” Daedrin told him. Lucius grunted a little, shifting slightly before hissing slightly as his shoulder flared with pain, “Who’s your friend?” He asked. “Izanagi.” Daedrin introduced him, before looking at Izanagi, “This is Lucius Sheridan. Son of Lord Edward Sheridan of Lathulla, near the coast.” “Uhm… nice to meet you, I guess…” said Izanagi in a somewhat awkward way. After being “formally” introduced to Lucius, Izanagi began to scan their surroundings for more of those monsters. Even without using his Soul Eye, he simply knew that there were more around “Yo, Lucius, do you know if there are more of those creatures around? It might be a good idea to get you somewhere safe. The same goes for the horses” Lucius looked over at Izanagi for a moment before his head drooped a little. He was silent for a moment before he said, “No, I don’t know if there are more hiding around, but it would not surprise me if there were. It looks, and smells, as if it came from the swamp. What is driving them into the village, I know not… you could try and house your horses in the tavern stables.” “Is it enclosed?” Daedrin asked, to which Lucius nodded. “Good. We’ll take you and the horses to the tavern.” Daedrin said, nodding at Izanagi in a silent request to keep alert. It was clear that Lucius was hurt and would need help walking. He pulled the human from the wall, throwing his good arm over his own shoulders before he began to gently move Lucius towards the tavern with Daegrin following behind like a loyal puppy. Understanding his friend’s request, Izanagi nodded back and followed both Daderin and Lucius to the tavern.Lucky was also following them closely. His eyes were focused on his surroundings. The darkness of the night was helping the creatures to stay out of sight. Still, Izanagi was still able to spot slight and very fast moves around them. At that point it was pretty safe to assume that the creature had already surrounded them and were simply waiting to strike. Before they were able to get halfway to the tavern, there was a low hissing sound from the right. Daedrin looked to the side, to see a flash of dark blue skin, “Izanagi!” He called, knowing that the creature had already homed in on them. Reacting fast, Izanagi managed to refrain himself from manifesting The Evil One in front of Lucius. Instead, the demon managed to grab the monster by the head. He placed one hand on the creature’s jaw and the other on the upper half of his open mouth. Letting out an enraged roar, Izanagi pulled the monster’s jaw down, ripping it apart with some of his victim’s frontal flesh as well. The monster screeched in pain before being tossed to a wall. Clashing against it with enough strength to leave a crack on it and dying soon after. A small sigh escaped Izanagi’s lips after he was sure the creature was dead. “Nice work.” Daedrin complimented. “Impressive.” Lucius said, his only visible eye glinting with admiration. Daedrin snorted a little before he continued on, keeping extra alert for any more that decided to try their luck. Thankfully, they seemed to get lucky, as they reached the tavern without further incident. When they neared it, the front door of the tavern opened and a rather pale looking woman peered around it. She looked worried, and she pulled the door open further, “Quickly. In here.” She said in a hushed voice. “Take the horses into the stables, please.” Daedrin asked Izanagi, knowing that the man could take care of himself if he needed to. He pulled Lucius into the tavern, bringing him over to an empty chair. The woman wasn’t the only occupant of the tavern. There were several other villagers, with some women standing off to the corner. The moment Daedrin had the human in the chair, he began to peel off the armour. As he had been the one to craft the armour that the young Lord’s son was wearing, he was able to get it off fairly easily, revealing the bite wound in the shoulder and the flaws on his left side. He stepped back as the women came over with a bucket of water and some clean cloths. “Got it.” Izanagi simply replied with slight nod at his Daedrin’s request. The demon then got hold of both horses’ reins and guided them to the stable, which thankfully wasn’t too far away from their current location. Even as he was taking the animals to their safe spot, Izanagi could pretty much feel the creatures staring at him from the shadows of the night. The demon had no problem setting the horses in. He made extra sure that they were both comfortable and well protected there. After backing off a bit, he heard a very loud human-like scream coming from behind him. Upon turning around, he noticed two more creatures behind him and approaching fast. Those screams were probably loud enough to be heard throughout the entire town. However, this time Izanagi didn’t have to worry about someone seeing him. He quickly manifested The Evil One and got himself into position. After the monsters jumped in his direction, Izanagi unleashed an extremely fast and powerful attack that was more than enough to cut both creatures in half before they could even touch their target. “Heh… idiots” he muttered before dissipating The Evil One, going back to the tavern and reuniting himself with the others. By the time the demon returned, one of the women was gently dabbing a bloody cloth to the seeping bite wounds on Lucius’ shoulder. Daedrin turned towards Izanagi, “Are you alright? We heard more of them.” Some of the other villagers were looking at Izanagi, as if unsure they knew what they were seeing, clearly a little spooked as they had expected him to die. “Hm? Oh me? Yeah, I am perfectly fine. Those fuckers didn’t even touch me” Izanagi replied to his friend in a casual tone as he turned back to Lucius, curious about how he was. It was clear that he was receiving some medical attention, which was good. “How about you Lucius? How are you holding up? Anybody else here wounded?” he then took a look around and noticed that there were way more people in there than he expected. Most important of all, they were all… staring at him. For one moment there, Izanagi was afraid that someone might have seen him manifesting his sword and assumed his unhuman nature “Uhh… why is everyone looking at me?” “Because they’ve been living in fear of those creatures and you can walk away from several.” Daedrin told him, adding, “Unscathed.” He looked at his friend, his blood red eyes amused. Lucius let out a pained chuckle but otherwise he didn’t say anything, as he hissed slightly as the woman tending him pressed a little too hard. Daedrin then said, “Lucius might be fine… considering the filth of the creatures, and where they come from, an infection is quite likely. But no one else is hurt.” Izanagi then let out a small sigh in relief, not only because his secret was safe, but also because everyone there was also safe. “I see… good.” he replied before taking a seat at a nearby chair. “So, what’s our next step?” he asked in a now casual tone. Hoping to shift the focus of the conversation before anyone could think too hard on how he was able to defend himself against the creatures. “Find if there are any more out there. And hopefully find out why they’re coming into the village.” Daedrin replied, crossing his arms as he looked thoughtful. Or rather, pretended to look thoughtful. As he stood there, he carefully reached out with his mind. It was easy to distinguish human minds from non-human minds, and he was able to detect at least twelve of the creatures prowling around. With a silent telepathic link, keeping the touch as light as he could, he spoke to Izanagi, ‘There are still twelve of them hanging around.’ Izanagi was a bit taken back by the not so familiar sensation of Daedrin invading his mind. Still, he got the message and quietly nodded at his friend, making clear that he got the message. That said, Izanagi decided to go for the more casual approach to the situation.”Welp, this tavern is nice and all, but…” he spoke in a casual and careless tone, as if he was just chilling “I need some fresh air. I mean, seriously, you guys should open a window or something. It’s way too stuffy in here” the demon then opened the door and turned back to the people inside the tavern one last time before saying “I’ll be right back” he then got out and closed the door which left the villagers in stunned silence. It was broken when Lucius chuckled and said, “I like your friend.” Daedrin smiled a little and said, “He is certainly… unique. Now stay here, and don’t open a window. We will be back later.” He then turned around and left the tavern, closing the door behind him as he caught up with Izanagi, “Well. Lucius likes you.” He said. “Does he now?” he cleared his throat before speaking again “I mean, who doesn’t? My charm is too much for normal people to handle” he said before letting out a slight laugh “Now then, where are those creatures?” “They’re prowling around the village but… the greatest concentration is that way. Towards the swamp.” Daedrin said, pointing towards the direction of the swamp. They were certainly able to smell the stagnant water, and the slight stench of rotting vegetation, which was a little similar to the ground they had spelt around Ashaba. He then added, “I think we should perhaps head there… I’ve got a feeling that it might be where the source of this trouble is. And believe me. My gut instinct is very accurate.” Izanagi simply nodded a bit before replying in a calm tone “Very well then. Let’s get to work.” The two of them headed in a north-easterly direction, moving through the unnaturally still streets. Their path was twisting as they had to step around the houses that had seemed to be dropped like children’s toys throughout the village, making it impossible to head there in a straight line. As they walked, they both kept every sense alert, looking out for any kind of disturbance. There was the subtle creek of a claw against wood, causing Daedrin to pause as he drew his sword, “There are some close by.” He warned in a low tone. The moment the words escaped him, there was a scrabbling sound from behind. Daedrin turned around, only to be faced by one of the decrepit creatures. It hissed at Daedrin, clearly annoyed that it had been noticed before it let out a shriek that caused Daedrin’s ears to feel as if someone had stabbed through them. Izanagi didn’t go through the same effect, since his ears weren’t as sensitive. Daedrin flinched a little, gritting his teeth as five more of the monsters slivered out from the shadows to circle around them. The first one snarled before rushing forwards towards Daedrin, its clawed feet tossing mud and small stones in its wake. It leapt up, clearly intending on grabbing Daedrin to pin him to the ground. But, being faster than normal humans, Daedrin stepped to the side and raised his sword to cleave it in half in one powerful stroke. He didn’t really have to do it that way, but the painful shriek had irritated him and he didn’t like being irritated like that. The pieces of the body flopped lifelessly to the floor at their feet. He looked up at the other creatures who seemed a little taken back and now more way, “Well. Come on then. I mean, it’s pointless. You’ll only end up like the rest of your friends, but you can certainly try.” He said, his irritation showing through his tone. Not long after the first of the monsters charged at Daderin, another one quickly dashed towards Izanagi, probably trying to capitalize on the element of surprise. Unfortunately for the creature, the demon was way too fast to fall for a trick like that. With fast and precise moves, Izanagi was easily able to grab the creature’s head and then smash it with immense strength against the ground, creating a small hole at the area of impact and shattering his victim’s skull. While one strike would certainly be enough to kill the beast, Izanagi repeated the action just to be safe. As result, the monster's head exploded after the second strike. “Argh… gross...” Izanagi said after he noticed his hand was now covered in the creature’s blood and brain remnants. It was then that the demon heard two other swamp creatures rushing him. He didn’t want to risk someone seeing him manifesting The Evil One since they were near so many houses with people inside and someone could take a peek. Instead he grabbed the dead monster’s dead corpse by the feet and began to spin it around his body like some sort of nunchakus. “Haaaayyaaa! Bring it on bitches!” he announced, clearly enjoying himself. Both monsters tried to attack him from the same angle and Izanagi took full advantage of that. Using the creature’s corpse as a weapon, he hit both his enemies and caused them to hit the ground hard. The pain kept them from moving in time to avoid the demon jumping over them. One was stomped over the head and killed almost immediately. The other wasn’t so lucky. Still using the creature’s corpse as a cub, the demon began to spank the creature on the ground with it “Say hi to your little friend here!” he shouted in a nearly maniacal way as he kept on beating the creature down. Not long after, the other monster was dead and the “nunchakus” was a complete bust. Izanagi tossed it to the side before scanning for any more creatures. The remaining two creatures had watched the slaughter in something akin to horror. Daedrin felt mildly impressed and had to chuckle, “Interesting improvisation.” He commented. He then turned back to the remaining two who fixed their gaze on him, erroneously thinking that he was the weaker of the two targets. They darted towards him, rushing at him together. Faster than the eyes could see, Daedrin’s hand dipped into his sleeve and he threw a knife at the one on the right, the sharp blade sinking into its skull. It stumbled, its forward motion causing it to skid and roll across the ground. As the second one dashed closer, he used his sword to save himself from its snapping jaws. He grabbed onto the back of its neck, using his superior physical strength to pull it back before flipping it over and towards Izanagi. Thinking fast, the demon got a hold of the creature’s arms and effortlessly ripped them off. The monster screeched in pain before being repeatedly slapped in the face with his own sharp claws. “Ahahaha Why are you hitting yourself, huh? Why are you hitting yourself?” He then finished by kicking the creature in the gut with enough strength to send it flying back and hit a wall. Daedrin shook his head a little when Izanagi slapped the creature with its own claws, acting much like a child making someone hit themselves. He sighed deeply, but didn’t say anything about it other than to remark, “Well. You certainly have… a style.” In response, the demon simply chuckled at bit “What can I say? It’s a natural part of me at this point” Now that the creatures had been disposed of, the two began to move forwards again. Daedrin kept an ‘ear’ out for the remaining six, but they had not moved from their spot near the swamp which struck him as extremely suspicious. They neared the edge of the village, finding a break in the defensive wall. Carefully, they stepped through and entered further into the dark of night. Relying on the sense of their minds to guide him, Daedrin led Izanagi towards the swamp where they came across a rather tatty looking wooden house. There were patches in the roof, the walls had certainly seen better days. The rotten shutters were firmly shut, hiding the insides from view. But Daedrin could clearly sense a human-like mind inside, one that was full of rage and hatred. The six creatures were prowling around the outside, but made no effort to try and break in. If anything, their posture seemed to be more defensive as if they were guarding it. One of the creatures saw them and hissed warningly, darting forwards to snap at them but stopping a few metres away. Daedrin’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Something is definitely off here.” He told Izanagi. “Indeed…” Izanagi replied as he activated his Soul Eye for a split second there. It was then that he noticed two things: the monsters had no soul and there was someone inside the old house. “There is… someone in there… but why are the creatures surrounding this house and not even trying to get in?” Before Daedrin could even think of a response, the creature hissed again, before running forwards and jumping towards Izanagi, its claws outreached as it seemed to aim for his eyes. The demon ducked at the last second to dodge the attack before retaliating by grabbing the monster by the throat and breaking his neck with no effort. He then simply dropped the monster dead on the ground. “Next?” The next creature darted in from the side, trying to snap at Daedrin’s heels. But he remained consciously aware of where they all were. He danced to the side, kicking the creature in the face, causing a loud snap to echo around them as he snapped its jaw. It now hung loose, clinging on by only a few tendrils of rotting flesh. “Eww…” Izanagi commented as the creature gazed at Daedrin, its eyes burning with anger before it reared up to claw at him. He shifted the grip on his sword before stepping forwards and cutting its head off. The head rolled off back towards the swamp as its body crumbled down to the floor. Two other creatures then rushed at Izanagi. One jumped, clearly intending on attacking from above, while the other aimed for his legs. The demon moved at the last second and managed to grab the top of the head of the monster who was in the air. With a swift move, Izanagi forced the monster to clash over the other monster. The impact was enough to break one of the creature’s head while the other was badly wounded, but not dead. “Yo, Daedrin! Think fast!” The demon announced as he kicked the downed creature at Daedrin’s direction so he could finish it off. As the creature rolled towards his feet, Daedrin turned, gripping his sword with both hands as he slammed the point into the creature's skull. Daedrin then turned back to face the remaining two creatures. One of them hung back as the other darted in, trying to confuse Daedrin by moving in a zigzagging fashion. But Daedrin was reacting quickly enough to follow its movements. When it drew closer, it jumped up however it appeared to suddenly slump to the ground as if hit in the head from above as Daedrin telekinetically bitch-slapped it. He stepped forwards and like with the one Izanagi kicked over, he drove the point of his sword into its skull. The other one took the chance to attack, and jumped up. But Daedrin quickly pulled his sword from the prone corpse and swung it with ease, slicing the creature horizontally through the middle. With the last of the creatures dealt with, Daedrin said through gritted teeth, “Let’s find out just what the fuck is going on.” He strode forwards towards the cabin, sweeping ahead. Telekinetically, he caused the door to burst open, banging loudly against the wall and causing a startled shout to emerge from within. He strode through, finding himself in a single room hut. There was an old bed sitting against the corner with a thin and tatty blanket. There was a worn bedside table beside it but otherwise the room was bare. There was a human hunched in the centre of the room, clutching at something that looked like a small pitch black stone in his hands as he looked over his shoulder at Daedrin with wide eyes. “What did you do!?” The man hissed. Daedrin stopped dead, his blood red eyes narrowing, “What did I do? What are you doing? Something is causing those creatures to attack the village, and it seems to connect back to here… and you. Tell me, what are you doing?” He spoke firmly, in a commanding tone that Izanagi had never heard before, causing the demon to feel somewhat sorry for the man. Daedrin sure can be scary when he wants to. The man flinched a little from the force of Daedrin’s tone. He swallowed a few times, his eyes darting between the two before he hissed, “It’s their own fault. They brought it upon themselves. If they didn’t treat me like an outcast, then I wouldn’t have made the monsters go after them!” He seemed to draw himself up, with a sick look of self-righteousness. Daedrin’s fingers flexed on his sword handle as he resisted the urge to just run it through the man, “So let me get this straight. You got your precious little feelings hurt… so you decided to go ahead and kill them? What about the ones that did nothing to you? Surely not everyone took part.” “No. But I don’t care! They can all die!” The man hissed. At that point, any sliver of pity that Izanagi had for that man had vanished. “You… disgusting creature! The monsters we had to kill make me less sick than you!” the demon lashed at the man. A wave of uncontrollable anger moved through Daedrin and he moved forwards without even thinking. He grabbed the man by the throat and pinned him against the wall, causing the man to choke. But as he did so, he caused the man to drop the stone that he had been holding, which tumbled and rolled until it came to a rest at Izanagi’s feet. Upon noticing the stone touching his feet, Izanagi took his eyes off the criminal for a bit, picked up the stone and began to analyse it. “Wait… is this…?” the demon took off one of his gloves so he could touch the stone directly. Upon doing so, it began to emit a faint red glow before manifesting a small demonic rune on its surface. That could only mean one thing: that was a Hell Pod. If Izanagi wasn’t mad at that man before, he sure as hell was now. “You absolute idiot!” he retaliated in a scary and anger tone which caused the man to nearly panic completely “Do you have any idea of what this is?” the enraged demon took a step forward and showed the stone’s reaction to both Daedrin and idiot in question “You are pretty fucking lucky that we found this. If we had taken any longer, I can guarantee you, those creatures would have been the least of your problems” “I… don’t… care!” The man choked out, not looking the slightest bit apologetic. Daedrin’s eyes flashed black before he said in a deathly whisper, “You’re pissing me off, friend. I advise you to discontinue before I send you where you belong.” Also losing his patience with their new acquaintance, Izanagi was on the edge of killing that man “I suggest you listen to him. Honestly, I am really tempted to rip your fucking guts out, right here and now” he replied in a even angrier tone. The man spat towards Izanagi as he kicked out at Daedrin, catching him on the knee. With a hiss of anger, Daedrin pulled the man from the wall and threw him into the wall on the other side of the room. There was the snap of broken bones before he collapsed onto the wooden floor, “Attack us again, and I will let my friend gut you and wear them like a necklace.” He said, his voice a low, vicious growl. The warning seemed to go over the man's head, as he stumbled to his feet and yanked a long, curved knife from under his shirt as he charged towards them with his eyes burning with murderous intent. With quick moves, Izanagi got a hold of the man’s hand and twisted it, causing more than enough pain to force the man to let go of the knife and drop it to the ground “He warned youuuu” the demon said with a ominous joy present in his voice. That “poor” man was about to find out in the worst way possible just how scary and ruthless Izanagi can be. The man was kicked at the ribs, causing them to break and forcing the man to the ground again. The demon got a hold of the knife on the ground and placed one of his feet over the man’s chest to keep him from running away. He knelt down and placed the tip of the knife at the man’s right shoulder “Now, then… tell me which one hurts more…” The man began to scream in agonizing pain as Izanagi slowly inserted the knife into his flesh “A…” he made sure to twist the knife a bit before pulling it out and positioning it on the other shoulder “...or B?” Izanagi’s sinister voice was being muffled by his victim’s screams as once again the knife invaded his soft flesh. The twists were ensuring maximum pain infliction. “Do you think this hurt? Well, let me tell you a little secret... “ he got closer to the man’s ear and whispered to him in a nearly sadic tone “This is nothing compared to what you caused these people. I’ll make sure you understand before you die” With the stone still in his other hand, Izanagi began to smash the man’s face with it. Each strike breaking a bit more of his head and causing more blood to pour out. The screams eventually died down as the man responsible for the attack at the village was sent to hell. “Have a nice trip to hell” Izanagi commented as he got up. Daedrin grimaced a little as he watched. A part of him, the sadistic part revelled in the screams that erupted from the man, and ached to cause more pain and suffering. He slid his sword away, rubbing a hand over his face as he suddenly felt very tired, “That was a little overkill, Izanagi… but better you than me. If I started doing that, I wouldn’t stop with just that. If someone attacks me like that, I just make their death swift. My personal code wouldn’t allow me to enjoy myself like that, because then I’m just going to head down a dark path that I might not be able to get back from.” He said, and while he didn’t outwardly say it, it was a hint of a fear of his darker nature that had the capacity to overwhelm him and cause much suffering. That was not a road he wanted to go down, for multiple reasons. “Heh… I am afraid I might have gone down that path already and simply trying to make the most of it. Being who I am… this sort of thing has already become part of my nature, even though I rarely get to go all out like that” he replied before wiping some of the blood off the stone. “Well… I better deal with this thing already…” Izanagi then channeled some of his energy through the stone, causing it glow a bit more before melting and being absorbed by the demon’s body. A small rune then appeared over the back of his hand for a moment before disappearing “Huh… this rune means Burning Anger… I guess that explains why it made the creatures go crazy like that…” Daedrin watched him for several moments before saying, “I don’t think you’re as far gone as you think you are. We’re both in the same boat in that we have a dark side that is constantly encouraging us to go further down that path but it’s something that should be resisted. Besides, how can you be better than the other sins if you’re just like them? You would be no different and I like to think you have the capacity to be something better than that.” He then shook his head and decided to move on and let Izanagi think on those words, “I guess the man used the rune to control the creatures anger and direct it towards the villagers. We should head back to the tavern… I’m curious as to what the villagers will tell us about the guy, and what exactly caused him to turn on them.” He strode over to the entrance of the cabin, where the door was still wide open before he left. Izanagi stood there for a few brief moments, briefly thinking about Daedrin’s words before following him out of there. The demon would have to think a bit more about that later. “...right…” he simply replied as both made their way back to the tavern. Despite the corpses around the area, the village already seemed slightly less tense and ominous now that the monsters and the one behind them had been dealt with. When they returned to the tavern, they found the villagers still awake and waiting for them. Lucius was nowhere in sight, though, causing Daedrin to ask, “Where is Lucius?” “We put him to bed to rest. We cleaned and dressed his wounds as best as we could.” The tavern owner said before a man asked, “What happened?” “We found a man in a cabin by the swamp. He appeared to have found a way to control these creatures and turned them against the village. We killed him, and stopped what he was doing so you shouldn’t be having anymore problems. Although there is a hole in your defensive wall in the north-east quarter. I advise you get that fixed. But the man seemed to be under the impression that you were mocking him? And ostracising him from the village?” Daedrin asked, one of his eyebrows arching. The faces of the men turned thunderous as the woman looked almost fierce. One of the men muttered, “I knew we should have slit that whoresons throat!” Daedrin’s other eyebrow rose as well, before he asked, “What is the nature of your altercation with him?” “Well. I have no idea what words you just used, but if ye’s askin’ what he did… well. He was a nonce, sir. A filthy, disgusting nonce. Touching our little girls. Well, we caught him in the act, hurting his daughter.” The male villager pointed to another who nodded with a vicious expression. The first villager continued, “So we’s beat him up. He kept crying that he had every right, that it was his God-given right!” The man spat on the floor close by, “Disgusting whoreson. I’m glad he’s dead. He can rot and suffer in hell!” “Okay… fair enough. That explains that…” Daedrin said, his expression returning to something more neutral. He had no doubt that the man was really going to suffer where he had headed to. “Huh… I wasn’t feeling bad about that guy’s death before and it would seem I was right to do so” commented Izanagi with his arms crossed. “Hopefully, you won’t have to deal with anyone like him again” “Thank ye, kind sirs. We would like to give ye something for your troubles… but we don’t have much, but we gathered as much coin as we could…” The first villager said, pulling out a handful of copper coins with a few silver ones. Daedrin shook his head and said, “I will not take your money. I have plenty, and you need it more than I do.” “You sure, sir?” The villager asked, to which Daedrin nodded. The man then turned to Izanagi, offering him the meagre pile of coins. “There is no need. Besides, like Daedrin said, you will need all the resources you got. Especially with that hole on the wall” the demon politely declined the offer of coins. “Thank you, kind sirs. You are certainly kinder than most.” The villager said with a rather clumsy bow. The tavern owner however huffed a little, “Well! I’ll tell ye this now. I won’t ever charge you a penny while under my roof! You did us a great thing tonight, and I will not let you be unthanked.” “Thank you. We would appreciate staying the night.” Daedrin said, pressing his hand against his chest and bowing his head a little. Izanagi also bowed a bit in thanks for the generous offer. Being able to sleep in a bed after all this time would feel like heaven. “Then you may, on the house!” The tavern owner said with a big smile as the villagers, now more relaxed, began to talk amongst themselves. The tavern owner then said, “Sit, sit. I will have something prepared for you, so you can eat. You need it after tonight!” She smiled at them before she disappeared behind the bar counter and through the door. The atmosphere had completely changed from earlier, becoming more joyful as there were occasional bursts of laughter from the villagers as the previously silent and tense room buzzed with conversation. “Heh… well, this surely is a nice change don’t you think?” Izanagi commented with a slight chuckle before remembering his hands were still a filthy mess after all that action “Well, I’ll be right back. I have to wash my hands” he then left towards the restroom. After getting in and closing the door, a familiar voice echoed in his head *Care to explain to me why you refused the coins? We are broke, remember?* Izanagi simply eye-rolled and began to wash his hands *Like I said, they need it more than we do. Plus, Daedrin will pay us after we get back. By the way, where were you all this time?* *Duhhh I was here the whole time, but you clearly didn’t need my help. I mean… you messed that guy up pretty badly huh?* Odium teased *He deserved it and you know it!* *Careful there. You can’t change the demons if you become one of them* With that, Odium went silent again, giving Izanagi even more to think about. Now that his hands were clean, the demon got back just in time to see the waitress bringing their meals “Oooh, nice! Daedrin is paying, by the way” he said to the waitress before starting to eat. The waitress blinked a little before Daedrin said, “He’s joking.” “Oh… oh!” The waitress said before giggling and brushing her hair behind her ear nervously, “I see now.” She gave Izanagi a sweet smile, “If there’s anything else you need, just let me know.” She said, her smile widening before she disappeared behind the counter again. Daedrin watched her for a few moments before he snorted and looked at Izanagi for a moment, his eyes alight with amusement before he turned to his own meal.