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Maxim was not sure if Anahel could truly heal them. Physically perhaps if they were hurt, the important thing though was to give them some comfort. He turned to the priest. "Tell them Holy Anahel, the angel here, will see any who wish to visit her in the temple. At least for today. I do not know how long we will remain here. We do at least need to rest a bit and consider our next target." The priest bowed "Yes, your highness." He walked quickly away to spread the word. "I hope at least they find some comfort in seeing you and possibly talking to you a little. A messenger from the gods could at least convince them they had not been corrupted or did anything wrong." He explained as he walked with her towards the temple. It was a bigger temple than the one he had met her in. Still slightly looted but not nearly as much as other buildings. Seemed even the Vanorians did not want to go that far in intentionally provoking the gods.

The priest could not help but kneel again upon hearing the angel speak. "Bless you, holy one. Thank you for saving the people who remained in this town. The gods sent you to us for a purpose. One must not enjoy punishment but at the same time it is crueler not to punish those those who deserve it." He tried to show his gratitude while offering what he thought about her using her power in the way she did. What Prince Maxim must have understood as well. To love hurting and killing was evil, but sometimes you were left with no choice, and there was no evil to do it for such reasons. "I will free as many of the women as I can find as I battle. Though it makes me sick to think what they might be going through at this moment." He turned to Anahel. "You might be able to at least somewhat comfort the ones that are still in the city. Save them from such thoughts. It might mean more coming from you than me or the priest here." She was a symbol of vengeance, of wrath, a weapon in his hands. But she was also a sign of hope and healing, who could perhaps help some of the survivors. "We should let any here who want to see you see you, see if they get any comfort from it."

There was quiet for a moment. Maxim waited to see if anyone else would march out from the city. When there was no sign of anything happening he stepped forward. "We will retake the city. See if there are any soldiers left inside that wish to fight." The guards escorted him to the still open gate. Swords drawn, in case any lingering soldier was hiding near the gates. When they stepped inside it was quiet. But there was still signs of the war, the initial fighting. Many of the buildings showed signs of damage, of looting. No one came out for a time. Eventually, perhaps unsurprisingly, it was a priest who came out. "Prince Maxim, bless the gods!" He ran forward and knelt before Maxim. "To have seen an actual angel with my own eyes! Our prayers were not wasted! It is such an honor to see both of you!" Maxim nodded. "Rise, priest. What is the condition of the city. Are there any Vanorians left in the walls?" The priest was uneasy. "The ones who were not on the walls or foolish enough to charge you seem to have fled through the back gate...unfortunately the town is poor shape. Most valuables stolen. Nearly all of the women, the younger ones were taken away, prizes of war, forced brides at best, slaves at worst. Any left in the walls were 'claimed' by the soldiers here and may feel unworthy of marriage or another man's love. Many men were lost too in the invasion. Though not as many. It will be some time before it recovers." Maxim had to consider his options. Did he try to build an army from the left over men here or not?

Simple yet impressive and effective. Maxim had to wonder how much more she was capable of, what fraction of her power that display was? But he pushed back the awe. Stuck to the plan. The soldiers advancing on them had paused in confusion. "I give the Vanorian army one chance. Surrender now! Lay down your weapons and armor now! If you do, you will be spared allowed to leave my kingdom. Continue to fight and this angel the gods sent to fight for me will strike you down! In this war, the gods have placed her under my command! She will kill any I ask her to! And if you wish to keep fighting that is my command to her." Even as royalty he felt unworthy to order an angel. But that was what the gods decided, so in battle at least, he would command her. There was sounds of confusion from within the walls. The soldiers outside were equally confused, but the commander's pride got the better of him. "Charge! If we run we can get to him first. Let's see who the gods truly favor!" He called out, beginning to run before before he finished speaking. Maxim's reflexively stood between him and the advancing Vanorians. But Maxim just stood and waited calmly for Anahel to strike again.

They were quiet the rest of the march. The guard were in were too in awe to consider speaking to Anahel directly. She was a higher being, one they believed in, but never expected to see. Only Maxim had a right to speak to her directly, both as royalty and the one she was there to help. Towards late afternoon the walls became visible. The new Vanorian guard moving to block the armed group from approaching further. "Stay back. To bare arms against a Vanorian soldier is a capitol crime. Drop your weapons now and kneel, we might consider sparing you!" Maxim held out a hand and one of the guards handed him a horn, which he blew. "People of Transac! Treacherous Vanorians! I am Prince Maxim of Zenis, rightful lord of these lands!' The Vanorians drew their swords and slowly marcher forward, unintimidated by the fall group, but intending to kill the runaway prince, take his head back to Urbanus. "I am here to retake my home. They may have killed my father, slaughtered my armies, left me with nothing but a small guard. But do not fear! The gods recognize their crimes! They have sent me an ally to bring justice down on them!" "Now, Holy Anahel," He said more softly. Waiting for her to reveal herself and show her power, both against the men marching on them on the wall and to let others within the wall see her do it. He wanted to see it himself, expecting to be rather impressed.

The previous night they had been retreating, looking for a place to hide, to not be seen. To get as far from Vanoria as they could. Now they marched openly on the road, not scared of who saw them. While they were confident of the angel's protection, the guard still kept their hands on their swords, out habit and duty but also a desire to do their own fighting if they had to. They were all motivated to move quickly, without much feel of fatigue. "If we keep this pace up we may reach Transac before the day is over. I will announce myself when I reach their walls, when I announce I have the gods' blessing reveal yourself to anyone who can see. Show us and them your power. Strike down any soldiers on the walls or at the gate. After that I will give anyone still inside an offer to surrender. If they still want to fight, we will deal with any who march on us." He announced mostly to Anahel, but also to the guards. At this point she was the key to everything, the one who really needed to know.

Well, I've been doing this for a long time. Had a lot of time to think these things up and experience to consider new ideas. I had a hard time coming up with them early on.

The guards looked upon the angel. A feeling you just knew you were looking at a higher being. A symbol of hope. A sign just maybe they could win this. "His highness is right." One said. "What does it matter if its only one. It is a sign we have blessed." Another nodded in agreement. "Vanoria attacked without provocation or mercy. It is natural the gods would punish them." Maxim turned towards the door. "We will have justice, I will put Urbanus to the sword myself before I am done." Emperor Urbanus of Vanoria. That was the final target of his campaign. To execute for him for his crimes in the name of his father, and apparently the gods as well. "But first, we regain our home. Restore my kingdom. And we march for the first step in that campaign now." He led them out the door and back down the roads they took the night before. They were still in neutral territory for the moment, nether Zenis or Vanoria, but they were especially far from their first target.

Maxim nodded. "I will tell the others of the plan. You can reveal yourself to them. But we will wait until we apprach our destination before you show yourself to everyone." He stepped out and gathered his guard. Went over the next step of the plan. The hope it was the first step in building an army and regaining their kingdom. There was a little uneasiness. To go against the entire Vanorian army on their own? Even with an angel at their side it seemed too much? "You have shaken, saw the Vanorians rip through our armies, strike my father down. I'm sure they even took a number of our women and stronger men into slavery. But have faith, Holy Anahel will unleash the wrath of the gods on them. They will regret what they have done. We know justice." They seemed a little more reassured, but unsure just how powerful the angel was supposed to be. "Let them see you at least, Holy Anahel." The one had already seen her. It would be best if the others did as well. They would feel their doubt vanish when they saw the holy figure and felt her aura.

Logan found that all reassuring to know. That he was making better progress than he expected. There was much he still had to learn, he was sure, but trying to figure out exactly what proved more difficult. He could not hope to learn everything in one day either. Instead he looked for more casual conversation. “Do you have any interesting stories about the other girls, that would not be considered too private to share?”

Note: This is a spinoff our Angel Loses Her Wings story. In the same setting. Me and Allie usually prefer RPs that are story heavy with some sex mixed in. This is the opposite. Still some story but far more sex. Warning: Over the course of playing this many kinks are likely to be explored, including ones that have a much smaller audience. Neither of us have a big list of things we won't play. We are going to indulge in whatever we want to at a moment. At some point there is likely to be something most people might not want to read. Though we will see how quickly it happens and how frequently. The Vanorian armies had been relentless. Town after town falling as they marched through the Kingdom of Zenis. The Vanorian armies were much larger, better equipped and experienced. As hard as they tried, the armies of Zenis kept getting crushed. Another city had fallen, the port city of Lunu. The Vanorians had torn it apart. Grabbing the treasure they could find, both in gold, trade materials...and women. The women had been gathered up. Some were taken by the soldiers there. Sounds of the cries could be heard as the soldiers claimed them as theirs. Some would wait for that fate though. Gathered on to carts to be taken to be taken to various parts of the empire. On one cart were two girls, watched by an escort of soldiers. Lilana was one of those girls, a merchant's daughter who had always been happy and comfortable. She was still stunned, shocked by the sudden change. Her world torn apart. Her father's shop looted, he was put to the sword and they dragged her out and threw her into this cart. Alone except for the soldiers and one other girl from the city, sitting across from her. Their fate would be the same, slaves to the same master. Though at this point she only had the vaguest idea what that meant. The soldiers said nothing, watching their prisoners for the slightest sign of trouble. These two were to presented to the man that led the attack on their city. They were to be his personal prizes, that he could do absolutely anything he wanted to. They were on his way to his camp.

Logan was not surprised she liked that. Maybe he would have to check on setting that up when leaving. It was likely to be an interesting experience. He considered the question. Though as he thought about it, he threw the question back at the expert. “Is there in particular you think should be a priority?”

That got a little awkward. Logan being unsure how to address the loss. Anya seemed to have enjoyed the experience but was unsure how she felt about him beyond that. Though at least not liking him quite as much as Logan. Would he do something like that with her, some of her desires required it? Not things he was going to rush into, but if they helped her, he was starting to consider it more. One other thought occurred to him. An easier way to give her the other thing she wanted. "Maybe one time I'll hire both you and Aileen..." Aileen. The receptionist and part time whore. The woman who helped him go through the book. Well woman of a sort. He had seen her in there, one of the house's few futanari. She had been amused seeing the surprise on his face, while pointing out she only did it part time and preferred their occasional female customers over men. She had said nothing about this idea to him when they were setting up the appointment. But it would not surprise him if she had thought of it or had done something similar with others before.

Sticking to the examples you gave me, maybe start with Aminatou as commander. Possibly stick with her, maybe other(s) later. Figure out how we play that side as we go. They could be for empire building too, even without the casualties. I recall that being the idea behind them at least in the old rule books.

Amy smiled again. “Good girl. Now, let me explain some of the rules you need to know now.” She took a step back, but held the remote. “Understand. You can talk, you look like a human, but you are a dog and will remain so. You not wear clothes again, unless I have to take public. That will not happen though I know you are complete obedient, that you earned that trust. Also if you are outside in the winter I will give you something for the cold. You do not have your brothers’ fur after all. Third. You will not use a toilet ever again. You need to go, let me know and you will do it out here. If I see any hint you are breaking that rule, it will not be a warning shock. As I already told you. You not stand again, unless I tell you to. You will crawl for the rest of your life.” She then walked to the side of the cage and set two bowls down, pink with white bones on them. One filled with water and one with kibble. “This is what you eat from now on. Don’t worry, your brothers won’t steal. You all have your own bowls and they each know which are theirs. You understand, correct?” There would be no debate. No negotiation, just extra explanation if needed.

Maxim had not expected to be given such a free hand. He felt truly grateful to the gods. He would give them a suitable offering when all of this was over. Celebration, sacrifices, anything they needed. “I do, holy Anahel, I do not have an army anymore. I intend to inspire the people to gather to become one. I need your help for that.” ”I intend to march with you and my guard back to Transac, the nearest border town of Zenis. I will declare the support of the gods and show you as a symbol of that. You can bless me? To make move faster, stronger, than any man. To resemble the heroes of legend? I would ask for that. I also ask you to use your to strike down enemy soldiers as they march. Show them the gods support me. I also give you permission to see into my mind at that point. So we can communicate more easily. Though is that a spell that wears off or can be cancelled after a time, or am I asking for something permanent there?” She was the most important piece of his strategy currently. She would know all his plans now before anyone else.

Loving heart

Shattered dreams

Broken glass

Damaged goods

Open mind

Vacant building

Corporate hack