Writer: Henet
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Book 1, Chapter 2: Force Majeure
It was a sunny day, with a gentle breeze blowing through a short knoll. The weather was perfect with no impending signs of a summer storm nor was it likely that something extraordinary would happen. Great shakes in history began from the weakest ripples. On this particular day an event that would make shockwaves across this world transpired. It began with a dimensional tear that appeared in the evening sky above this particular hill. A portal between worlds opened. The dark void that appeared within the hole contrasted against the light blue sky. Sparks of violet lightning arced from the periphery of the portal, remnants of magical energy that forcefully ripped apart the space-time fabric of this world, forming a dimensional bridge which connected it to another and completely different world.
Then, the violent lightning arcs disappeared, it was a sign that the dimensional bridge was stabilized. Then, from the void of the portal, eleven objects similar to shooting stars streaked out at breakneck speed. The shooting stars moved in a trajectory that suggested an imminent impact with the knoll was unavoidable. Before the shooting stars impacted the knoll, they unnaturally ground to a halt, and hovered a few feet above the knoll before landing slowly. As the light of the shooting stars dimmed, it was not the usual outline of space rocks that appeared, but instead, humanoid shapes were seen.
“We’ve made it.”
The words were uttered by a 14-16 year old boy-like figure, clad in a pure white cloak that reached the waist. The person’s face was obscured by a white tanuki mask.
That person released a breath of relief. He was relieved that everyone in his party had made it through the interdimensional portal he created.
He checked his body to make sure he came out in one piece before doing a headcount on his travelling companions. Except for him, this was everyone’s first time travelling through an inter-dimensional portal. He was not confidant that he was able to stabilize the portal as this was only his third attempt at conjuring such a complicated spell.
The spell was particularly dangerous for the uninitiated. Firstly, the spell required a large amount of mana to create and stabilize the portal between worlds. He believed that even his father, a powerful mage, would have a hard time invoking it due to the high mana consumption. Secondly, many things can go wrong if the invocation was not done properly. Travelers could get stuck within the portal indefinitely or bounce off the barriers separating the worlds and head off into a different trajectory and become lost to the void. He recalled the aforementioned dangers that were expressly explained to him by his teacher.
The first figure to enter his sight was a female figure wearing a cloak that matched his. She was wearing a pair of thigh length black stockings with matching black stiletto-heeled shoes. In contrast, he was equipped with a pair of riding pants and metal greaves. The figure approaching him belonged to his twin sister, Anael. Her face was also hidden by a similarly designed mask. Her right hand was holding onto her personal Divine-class battle staff, The Twilight Staff of Oblivion. The staff was contrasted at both ends, at one end was a blue gem held together with white metal that radiated a holy aura, while the other end was a blood red ruby held together by a jet-black metal that radiated a sinister sensation. The staff was like the singular embodiment of both Salvation and Damnation.
She surveyed the area before turning to him. Although her face was obscured by the mask, her twin brother could tell that she was smiling, reassuring her worrying twin brother that she was all right.
The boy’s sight moved slightly downwards to look at the figure holding onto Anael’s right hand. He squatted down to a level where he was looking at the figure face to face, his half-sister, Akasha. She was dressed in red robes covering a matching crimson gothic one piece dress. Her appearance was that of a young girl between 10-12 years old. She had short platinum hair that reached her neck and a pair of watery deep crimson pupils that stared back at him.
Akasha was holding on to the hands of Anael with a tight grip, probably due to nervousness from her first time in interdimensional travel. The boy hugged his half-sister, and patted her back to ease her anxiety while she buried her face on his shoulder. He could feel her trembling slightly. Anael knelt beside him and patted Akasha’s head. The boy released Akasha from the embrace after her trembling stopped before standing back up. His younger half-sister had a rather timid personality….on most occasions.
His attention was redirected to a group of three, a young man wearing a butler’s uniform and two girls in maid uniforms. The shortest maid was a raven-black hair beauty of around 13-14 years of age. Her long hair was tied into a ponytail. Her beautiful oriental-like face was not showing any signs of anxiety but displayed a calm expression. Knowing that, her second half-sister, Astrape, was probably burying her anxiety deep down. The boy went over to her and patted her head. The gesture had always been used to soothe her anxiety.
“Azrael nii-sama, I am not that young anymore….”
Astrape protested. Her face was not calm and collected anymore but blushing red. Her expression was that of a person with a dilemma of whether to maintain her dignity or to enjoy being patted on the head like a child by her elder half-brother.
Azrael then turned his attention towards the butler and the maid. Both of them stood several heads taller than him. They had the appearance of young adults between 19-21 years old. The butler and maid had straw-yellow hair with sharp eyes that were constantly on alert for danger. The butler’s posture radiated an air of nobility and strength, while his sister radiated an air of elegance and grit. Their names were Sigmund and Serene Tian.
“Azrael-sama.”
Both of them bowed towards him.
“Sigmund-nii and Serene-nee, how are you feeling?”
“We are all right, Azrael-sama.”
Both of them responded in unison with perfect grace. Their parents had served Azrael’s father loyally. They now followed in their parent’s footsteps in serving him and his sisters. Although Azrael prefers them to talk to him more casually as he viewed both of them as his elder brother and sister.
“That is good.”
He was relieved.
Then, the serene atmosphere was punctuated by an energetic voice of a girl.
“Woohoo…..that was fun. Let’s do it again!” A girl with flame-red hair exclaimed. Her features were identical to a human except for the short pointed crystal horns protruding from her head and the pair of red dragonish wings sprouting from her back near her shoulders. Her outfit gave the impression of a swordswoman. Her chest was covered by a shining golden armored plate matched with a pair of crimson leather pants with a pair of white fins at the side. A long scimitar hung around her hips.
“Seconded. We should have a race on the next run!” A straight haired blonde girl hugged her red-headed, ginger haired sister from behind. In contrast to her sister, she had a pair of wing shaped horns. Unlike her sister’s swordswoman equipment, her outfit was designed for ease of movement, with leather armor covering her well-shaped bust. She wore a short skirt with partings at the side that emphasized her well defined legs, covered by a pair of long stockings and matching dragonhide greaves.
“Ara, ara, Camira, Seraphina, both of you got out of our combat formation again.” A cheerful girl with brown braided hair interrupted the lively revelry of the two. She too had horns on top of her head. Her frame was covered by a set of body hugging silver knight armor with intricate dragon heads carved onto the shoulder pauldrons. She was smiling at her sisters, but on closer observation, her eyes remained vigilant, ready to respond to any incoming threats. She was holding a one handled battleaxe, readied to swing at any intruders.
“Cheh, Arilde-nee is such a worry-wart.” Camira and Seraphina puffed up their faces in response to their sister’s gentle reminder.
“Arilde-nee is right. Azrael-sama’s safety is our priority.” Another girl added. She had short light blue hair with a single white crystal-like short horn protruding above her head. She sported a pair of dark blue wings at her back that were mostly hidden by the magician’s robe she was wearing. Both her hands were clutching a metallic staff with an intricate indigo jewel on the top end. She stood at the back, readied to support her sisters.
“No one will touch Azrael-sama while I am here. Right, Azrael-sama?” A girl with long wavy green hair joined in playfully. She had a pair of curved horns protruding from the side of her head. She was wearing a satin gown that accentuated her well-endowed figure. A pair of green dragon-like wings were also attached to her waist. She was hugging Azrael by his right arm while looking at her sisters.
“Maryn-chan is trying to monopolise Azrael-sama again.” The blue haired girl spoke in a monotone. Her voice seemed void of expression. But to her sisters and those that knew her well, they sensed a hint of irritation to it.
“All is fair in love and war, Isole-Chan.” Maryn teased her blue haired sister playfully before winking at her.
Looks like they were not affected by lingering negative effects from the travel. Azrael let out another sigh of relief.
Back home in Nazarick, he had formed a close bond with the seven elder sisters that formed the Pleidas combat maid squad. As an analogue, the five girls that followed him here were the members of the Bahamut Battle Sisters, playing the roles of his personal confidants, friends, and guards. In terms of strength, every single one of them received high praises and recognition from the Floor Guardians of Nazarick. Furthermore, they underwent a personal training under the tutelage of the Floor Guardians, and additional special education from his mom. He somehow suspected his mother envisioned a mysterious role for them. He hadd asked his father several times about the nature of that role. But somehow, his dad always deflected it hastily.
You will found out when you are older. Now is not the time. Yes, and don’t ask this question anymore.
That was his answer every single time. Since the Bahamut Battle Sisters seemed happy and keen to take up that role, he stopped pressing about it. Sometimes, he also sensed that there were occasional rivalries occurring between them and his sisters.
I wonder what that was about.
“Niisan, there is a village nearby. Is that our destination?” Anael asked him.
“Nope, our destination is a different place but it is also nearby.”
Azrael was perturbed because he knows that there should not be a village here. He could still sense the intricate markings and the barrier magic placed here to protect this area as a travel point for interdimensional travel. Numerous measures have been taken to hide this place from potential hostile intervention. Another strategic importance of this spot is that it was near his base of operations.
“Let’s fly there.” he told the others.
He intended to get his answers when he reached the targeted destination. He invoked two magic spells.
<< Invisibility>>, << Shroud barrier>>
The first magic spell rendered him invisible and the latter is a Tier-10 area wide, shadow elemental spell that shrouded him and his allies from all forms of sensory magic and powerful detection abilities. ‘Shroud barrier’ also has the additional ability to entirely and completely block off three Tier-10 magic attacks as well. ‘Shroud Barrier’ was invoked to protect them against any enemies that have strong sensing abilities that do not rely solely on sight while preventing any sudden ambushes from Area of Effect magic attacks.
Azrael had the natural ability to fly as part of his racial characteristic. The majority of his companions had the ability to fly as well. For those that did not have that ability, they cast the magic spell, <<flight>>, which granted them the ability to soar through the sky.
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The group flew in a tight knit, diamond formation with Azrael in front, leading them, at an altitude just slightly below the clouds. This flight formation allowed them to support one another in case of an enemy attack.
Azrael did not choose to fly above the clouds as he wanted to observe any changes to the landscape since he had last been here. He was confident that no one would be able to spot their group as they flew soundlessly through the night sky.
After heading in a northwest heading for about 10 minutes, Azrael soon spotted signs that they were nearing their intended destination and he dropped his airspeed and altitude. As he approached a clearing up ahead. He began to frown.
The place he intended to bring them was supposed to be the grounds of a large mansion. What he saw instead as he got closer, was the desolated ruins of a mansion with weeds sprouting among the ruins. The statues that once decorated the lawn lay shattered. In addition, most of the wall that designated the boundary of the grounds had crumbled.
Azrael was speechless.
His first question was, what happened here?
His sight was directed at something on the ground. That thing flew towards him and landed on his shoulder…. It was a large stag beetle.
He looked at it and then quietly whispered to it.
The beetle, as if understanding his instructions, flew off his shoulder and hovered in front of him as if bidding them to follow him. Azrael followed the beetle that was acting as their guide. He gestured for the others to follow him.
Soon, they arrived in front of what Azrael deduced was where the foyer once stood. From the shadows of the ruins, two figures appeared.
No one in the group was shocked by their presence, it was as if they knew that the two mysterious figures had been there all along.
The two of them stopped in front of Azrael and kneeled gracefully.
The first figure belonged to that of a young male. His facial features was mostly hidden by the black leather mask he was wearing except for his piercing blue eyes. His outfit was a body hugging black leather suit and neck choker. Parts of his body that were not covered showed white skin that seemed to be devoid of blood. Overall, he gave out a distinct feel that he played the M role in bondage play.
The second figure was a tall and lean humanoid in a butler’s uniform. His appearance would have resembled a particular tall male butler except that his head was that of a large pumpkin with the features of eyes and mouth carved onto it.
“Welcome back, Azrael-sama.”
“Raise your heads, V’laty and Pumpkin Jack.”
Both of them raised their heads while maintaining their kneeling position.
“How long exactly have I been gone?”
“It has been almost 203 years nine months and three days since we last saw you, Azrael-sama.”
Both of them replied in unison.
Azrael was taken aback by the answer. He was well aware that there would be a time dilation effect as he traveled between worlds. He was back in his original home, The Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, for a period of two weeks. He expected that two months to one year would have passed in this world by the time he returned. 200 years was way beyond his initial estimation. Was that an error in his calculations?
“Are Gwendoline and Scarab Queen still at their assigned positions?”
“Affirmative, they have never left nor stopped performing the task you left them.” Pumpkin Jack replied to him.
Hearing this, Azrael breathed out a sigh of relief. If Gwendoline had not left her position, then the situation was not dire. No matter, he would go look for her once he got his answers here.
“What happened to the mansion?”
“An army of 500 Yggdrasil players and their NPCs invaded the mansion 200 years 1 month and 9 days ago. We were not able to protect the mansion grounds but were able to prevent them from entering the tomb. In the process, we lost half the serfs during the fight.” Pumpkin Jack replied solemnly.
“You all did well. I do not intend to blame you for that.” Azrael replied. The sentence was not only directed at the two in front of him but also to those following him. The place where Azrael grew up, the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, had a policy of not tolerating failures. He noticed the manifestation of killing intent of his entourage when they found out that the mansion had been destroyed by external enemies and that those stationed here were not able to prevent its destruction.
To him, the mansion was just a front for the large underground complex that spanned ten floors below the mansion’s ground, he named the place, The Great Tomb of R’lyeth. The tomb was his primary base of operation which Azrael had created himself with a bit of assistance from his teacher. Each of the ten underground levels had their unique themes, from its occupants to the way how it handled any would be intruders.
Lower Ground 1 and 2- The Catacombs.
Lower Ground 3- Dungeons, Morgue and Boneyard
Lower Ground 4- The Great Ocean
Lower Ground 5- Hell’s Gate
Lower Ground 6- Frozen Peak
Lower Ground 7- Nature’s Wrath
Lower Ground 8- Heaven’s Judgement
Lower Ground 9- Living areas
Lower Ground 10- Throne Room, Treasury and Armory
The tomb’s layout and design were based off his original home, the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick. The differences between Nazarick and R’lyeth were the changes to the main environmental themes on some of the floors. Plus, the area covering each floor was double that of Nazarick.
“We thank you for your grace, Azrael-sama. Our defensive efforts would not have been half as well if not for the specially designed fortifications that you had placed within the tomb.”
Pumpkin Jack bowed. Azrael nodded as he was glad that the many efforts he spend on fortifying the place had not been in vain.
“Please attend to my companions, I will show them around the tomb later. Now, I need to seek out Gwendoline.”
Azrael then invoked a teleportation portal and stepped through it. Normally, anti-teleportation spells was placed here to prevent intruders from directly teleporting into the grounds. However, Azrael deduced that the spell was dispelled by those who remained to give a false impression that the place was abandoned. He made a mental note to get more details from them later about the major events that had happened during the time when he had not been here. Although, the invasion was thwarted, and the perpetrators slaughtered, a feeling of anger rose within him. He had an idea as to where those attackers originated from. He stepped through the portal and suppressed his anger.
For now, I have more important matters to attend to.
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A cold wind blew through the desolated ground after Azrael left. To break the silence, Pumpkin Jack stepped forward and greeted Azrael’s entourage.
“Esteemed guests, Welcome to the Great Tomb of R’lyeth.”
He spoke in a cheery voice as he performed an elegant bow to Azrael’s companions.
Under his absence, Azrael’s sister, Anael took to the front as the de facto leader of the group. She surmised that the loyalty of the two standing in front of her was towards her brother and not towards Nazarick. Should she treat them as underlings or peers?
In the end, she chose to maintain a friendly disposition till a proper hierarchy was established. Their purpose here was to assist Azrael in his endeavors.
“I am Anael, twin sister to Azrael.”
She announced. Everyone in the group soon followed up and introduce their names one by one.
Anael got the distinct feeling that Pumpkin Jack and V’laty had already guessed their names before they even introduced themselves as she observed their actions. The two in turn personally greeted every single member of the group with a bow.
“Please to make your acquaintance, imouto-sama. We who have served Azrael-sama have long since learned the identity of those who Azrael-sama cherishes greatly.”
Anael felt her eyes tingled. Her twin brother had not changed much, contrary to her fears. She heard the soft sniffle of her half-sisters, Astrape and Akasha. They too had shared the same concern of hers.
A few weeks back, her twin returned from this foreign world. In appearance, he looked relatively unharmed. Mentally, she sensed a change in him, although he had not expressed it. She detected a perpetual anger enveloping Azrael. He barely revealed anything about his encounters in this world even when she and the others asked about it. Seeing that Azrael was unwilling to talk about it, she had not pressed the matter any further.
Another difference now was that he was usually spotted with a mask. She was unsure of the reason why his brother was wearing it all the time, but mom and dad seemed to know the answer and they were not telling anyone else other than the Floor Guardians of Nazarick. Furthermore, she was worried even further when her mom gave her one specific instruction before departing from Nazarick.
Never let your twin brother go all out in a fight.
Her strong bond with Azrael enabled her to tune into his emotions. She had sensed a deep anger bubbling within him. Although he did not talk about it, she felt that something happened here that changed him and she intended to find out the truth behind it.
Behind her, Anael noticed Sigmund and Serene wiping their eyes briefly.
They too had shared the burden of guilt for not being able to protect my brother on that fateful day. They, just like us, were worried that my brother blamed them for their failures.
“Azrael-sama said he cherishes us deeply.”
The Bahamut sisters were squealing with delight.
The Bahamut Sisters, who devoted themselves to my brother…… and were also rivals for my brother’s affection….. They were similarly touched as well.
The group started following Pumpkin Jack and V’laty while heading towards a pile of rubble. The two in front made no attempts to stop but instead walked through it. The pile of rubble was an illusion.
The others followed suit, once they passed through the illusion. They arrived in a spacious underground atrium with black marble flooring and facing them was a large, thickset circular stone door. The symbol of Nazarick was carved onto the door. Anael noticed scorch marks and other signs that the door had been assaulted with powerful magic. She was impressed that the door was able to withstand such strong punishment.
Pumpkin Jack invoked a spell and the doors then slowly rolled to the left, revealing a long hallway with flanking statues on both sides. The statues all……. no, she noticed they were all golems, bore signs of battle damage. Although some of the details were damaged from battle. Anael recognized the figures that those statues represented. The first statues on the left and right were based off Azrael’s and Anael’s father and mother. Hearing the gasp of the others, they must have noticed the details too. The group bowed as one to both of the statues before proceeding on.
As Anael walked down the hallway, she recognized all the figures of the Guardians of Nazarick, even the figure of Sigmund’s and Serene’s parents and the Pleiades Battle Maids were there too. Then, she saw it, a golem replica of her. Although the golem was a mechanical construct, the figure’s design was very detailed to the point that it looked life-like, showing a great amount of effort that was put into creating it. The golems were not made with rare metals like mithril, or adamantite, but instead were forged from legendary metals and precious stones like Starsilver, Soulrubies, and the Seven Prism Metals, giving them unmatched durability and defensive strength.
How strong are these golems?
In spite of their fearsome appearance, Anael was sure that she could destroy all the golems here easily by herself. It was, however, a tremendous feat for about 30 golems to be able to win against a superior number of 500 odd, Level-100 Players and NPCs. She was well aware that the 41 Supreme Beings that created her home and were worshipped by her uncles and aunts back home were also Players, originating from Yggdrasil, just like her father.
If she had to estimate the golems’ strength from Level 1-100 with Level 1 being the weakest and Level 100 being the strongest by Yggdrasil standards. The golems would be at least Level 95. Their attack power levels were lowered by the limited magical skills they could use. While this could be compensated for by their high resistance to any forms of attacks and their superb durability. In other words, their attack level is around 95 but their defensive stats would be comparable to Level 100.
The others also found statues that were replicas of themselves and were marveling at them. As Anael looked down the hallway, she noticed some additional statues, depicting figures that she had never encountered before. These figures were heteromorphic beings too.
Sensing their interest, Pumpkin Jack stopped.
“Welcome to the Hall of the Sentinels, the first line of defense for the Tomb of R’lyeth.”
I see. That’s why the place bore numerous battlescars. Traces of magical scorch marks darkened parts of the marble flooring. Slashing and piercing marks adorned the walls. Anael surmised that the golems acted as automated defenses. She could imagine 30 of those figures bearing down on the unsuspecting intruders.
“Azrael-sama personally created the entire tomb and he devoted quite the effort in creating everything within the Hall of Sentinels…. during some of his darkest moments.”
Pumpkin Jack explained to them.
“The hall stood as a bulwark when 500 pesky thieves intended to breach this sacred place.”
“In the end, we showed them, didn’t we, Jack-san? That battle was so fierce. The memories of those punishments I received still give me a hard on. Ohhhhhhh!”
V’laty started to moan with ecstasy.
It was nothing short of miraculous that a Pumpkin head was able to give an impression that says, why do you have to show your fetishes here?
Sigmund’s short cough brought V’laty back from his reveries.
“My apologies, the process of receiving pain was my way of paying tribute to my creator. The level of punishment I received that day was just so divine. I wish Azrael-sama will give me the same punishment when he comes back. Sadly, he would never entertain those sort of requests from me. I must beg him harder for more punishments.”
“……………..”
Anael can only keep quiet. While the others in her group were speechless.
Pumpkin Jack looked as if he wanted to disappear from here. It was a mystery as to how a pumpkin head was able to display such a myriad of expressions.
“Do you like punishment that much?”
The person that was holding onto Anael’s hand, Akasha, asked this with a belle’s voice. Anael sensed that her younger half-sister’s anger was breaking the surface.
“People who allowed this place to be desecrated deserve to be punished. Niisan, who spent so much effort into creating that beautiful hallway……..”
Among the four children of the Supreme Ruler of Nazarick, Akasha was the one that practiced the ideals of Nazarick most zealously. One of the prime ideals was that failure shall not be tolerated.
The air within the doorway began to chill. It was terrifying that such an aura choked with malicious killing intent swarmed around such a little figure. Her timid look was gone and was replaced by an expression of utmost fury.
To Akasha, she was angry that her brother’s labor of love was not given the protection it was due and had been desecrated from ineptness. Moreover, those golems were the representatives of those that she venerated. She drew out her Divine-class battlewhip, The Punisher.
The scene seemed unreal with a 12-year old little girl suddenly brandishing a serrated, metallic whip in front of everyone. A single crack of the whip seemed to split the air in half, creating a titanic shockwave with a single loud crack.
No one from the Nazarick entourage tried to stop Akasha as many of them shared the same sentiment. A few of them developed a sense of sympathy towards the would-be target of Akasha’s wrath but made no effort to intervene.
When. V’laty’s saw that manifestation of murderous aura, his mouth was trembling and his eyes filled with the tears of ……….joy. His heart was bursting with happiness, and he saw the imaginary sight of his creator, who was smiling at him.
Am I finally going to where my creator is?
Acting as the current leader of the group, Anael was conflicted on whether to stop Akasha or let her proceed with her rampage. She understood that the majority of the group shared the same sentiment as Akasha. But directly punishing her brother’s servants might undermine his authority as the ruler of this tomb. Moreover, as the creator of the Hall of Sentinels, he should be the one that had the right to mete out punishment. However, all she felt from him was a briefest sense of anger, which dimmed after his servants announced that the perpetrators were massacred. Plus, he made no effort to blame his underlings for this particular failure. From here, she made a decision.
Anael held out a hand to stop Akasha from proceeding any further. At that moment, the murderous aura that permeated the room disappeared instantaneously and Akasha returned to her usual timid form.
Seeing that Akasha will not proceed further, V’laty’s heart shattered. His soul screamed as if he had just arrived at the gates of heaven but was denied entry. He was not a stranger when it comes to punishment. He was designed to think that being physically tortured was a way to worship the one that created him. But this level of torture play was too cruel, just too cruel…….
He dropped and crawled on all fours towards the feet of Akasha and proceeded to lick her stilettos. He began to beg.
“Please give me your divine pain, o’ goddess of the whip! Please, oh please!”
Everyone else was quiet, and gave out distinctly different expressions. The Bahamut Sisters gave V’laty looks of pity. Sigmund, Serene and Astrape looked at him with eyes of disapproval. They viewed that V’laty’s action will reflect badly on Azrael. Pumpkin Jack tried to cover his face to hide his shame. Anael looked uneasily towards Akasha and nodded. Akasha’s expression brightened and she proceeded to take out her whip again.
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Azrael soon returned from his emergency meeting. He teleported directly into the atrium. As he entered the Hall of Sentinels, he heard the sounds of a whip cracking and someone moaning in pain or…… was it pleasure?
It was hard to tell from the echo.
As he got closer, he immediately knew who was doing the moaning and had a good idea who was doing the whipping.
As he turned a corner. He saw his little sister, Akasha, whipping V’laty, who was prostrating in front of her.
“Yes yes, more pain….. yes……. more pain………… that’s the spot……give me more!........ Please…….. I want more! .....….I want more…….Oh yes, oh yes!”
V’laty was moaning sensually from each strike of the whip. Azrael avoided looking at V’laty’s crotch area while trying to shut off his own sense of hearing.
I should set down some house rules to Akasha. There should be a time and proper spot for this sort of thing.
Akasha looked as if she was having the time of her life. To Azrael, his cute little sister who was usually timid in front of him, was displaying a rather sadistic smile. He attributed that behavior to the influence of his stepmother, who had a rather broad range of fetishes. Undeniably, his stepsister had inherited those fetishes.
Should I up the effort in my little sister’s upbringing?
It was quite the dilemma for him.
Akasha noticed Azrael and asked him brightly.
“Nii-san, can I keep him? I will teach this dog to behave more appropriately…”
Considering V’laty personality, given to him by his creator. He acquiesced. Somehow, he got an apprehensive feel that both of them would work strangely well together………….
Authors Note
ETA for next chapter should be sometime after two weeks (7th May 2016).
Plus I am not sure how well would you guys react to little Akasha’s hobby. Please let me know in the comments section.
