Former member of the atramentar and headsmen of the 9th claw of of the terror squads of the 8th legion.
Wargear
Mk.8 chest piece with custom sculpted gorget resembling bat wings connected to a vox grill in their center
Heavily damaged lion head paldron of the atramentar
Mark IIIβ "Cratus" Sub-Pattern paldron with the bloody hand print of the terror squad
Mk.X phobos pattern legs
Sanguinary priest death mask. With skull of the former owners skull broken and attached to the mask.
Mk.5 jump pack with bat wing cape made from skinned blood angles
Angelus pattern bolter
Nostroman chain glaive
Mk.3 plate and chain tabbard
Backstory
Drakul was a member of the 8th legion 1st company but was sentenced to death for killing members of the 8th. Seeing them as unfit and unworthy of being astartes. He embraced his primarchs original wishes turning their own terror tactics on his brothers.
Still being useful Curze sent him to become a headsmen of the terror squads. When the legion broke he took his claw and struck out on his own. Acting as a mercenary for other warbands or striking his own targets he wishes too rebuild Nostromo, to conqueror a lightless world and become its judge and executioner like his father. He detests chaos and culls any appearance of mutations in his subordinates. But feels the call of she who thirsts. The screams of his victims causing unnatural but euphoric sensations within him.
So stuck on a characters choice of she chooses one the other one succeeds.
On one hand she can help her lover bring clean water and food to a region that doesn't have it readily. While also stopping a group that basically wants to become the umbrella corporation and have a monopoly on those resources.
Vs
Her rival has began creating a warband that wants to drive any outside influences out of the region but are becoming more extreme by the day. And having to join their ranks and destroy them from the inside will change who she is and take her down a dark and bloody path. So even if she succeeds she's not going to be the same person after.
which path does she take?
fights the corporation and brings the region into chaos
defeats the warband but the region falls under the control of corp
Voting ended onJun 1, 2025
Further context under the read more.
So the region she live in is the world's largest Salt flats. The society is built around vehicles and mostly nomadic life styles.
The first option is her lover finds a sedd vault and purification plant that could bring life back into the region. But a cartel trying to branch into some official markets is seeking to control the vault and who can get food and water. Also they're starting to fuck with biomancy and are sending genetically engineered monsters to destroy their rivals or opposition.
The warband
Racing is a major part of the culture and the characters vehicle was sabatoged and she lost both legs and her right arm in the accident. She has prosthetics but getting revenge is always a dark thought at the back of her mind. So if she decides to say fuck it and go after her rival her lover will leave her side.
The rival has gotten into weapons manufacturing and is wanting to turn the region into basically mad max killing any outsiders and living in chaos. So she's going to have to infiltrate the warband and destroy it from the inside.
But whatever path she chooses the other one will succeed. If she fights the corp/cartel the region falls into chaos. But if she destroys the warband the corp seizes power and becomes an oppressive regime. I like how both change the setting but can't choose which way to take it.
Noctissa stormed into the throne room, Alessio at her heels carrying a wooden chest across both of his arms. There where some petitioners and supplicants in line for her queen. Ultrel sat naked in the throne one long lavender leg thrown over the arm rest and a wine bottle sitting between her thighs. She was slowly stroking the neck of the bottle and her yen tsiang skimming over her lips. As was her tradition she'd made the guests strip naked to address her. Making most uncomfortable and awkward a feeling the Sanguine Queen relished in inflicting.
"All of you get out! My queens attentions are required on urgent matters." Noctissa barked the orders and the blue light surged into life under her skin making her bones cast shadows across her skin. As her power swelled and activated wind began blowing from her launching the supplicants clothes out of the open balcony. "Leave. Now." Came the icy follow up as the runner beneath her feet began to smoke and smolder beneath her.
The terrified supplicants drained of their colors attempted to shield their genitals with arms and hands as they scurried like vermin towards their escape. As they approached the door Noctissa cast a spell with a crash of thunder shattering the tiles beneath her the towering half fiend woman vanished then reappeared in front of the throne. Ensuring the fleeing people never turned back.
"Alessio! Drop the chest and secure the room send word that we are absolutely not to be disturbed. Then return here as quickly as you can! I will need you for this do you understand, Knight?" Noctissa rarely used their ranks to address anyone in her peerage. Treating them like family, making Alessio snap into action carefully sitting the chest down and then sprinting into action leaving the throne room. "I come home from a grueling mission and I come to find my queen playing fucking games acting like a slut. While I've been working like an abused mule for months? Get. Off. My. Throne. Ultrel." her tone filled with rage and indignation.
The swirling black and red eyes of the drow went wide. As she immediately stood. "Noctissa what happened?" The question flew out as Ultrel began too panic. "If things where going that poorly I'd have been there in-"
The words where cut off Noctissa tapped her tail over Ultrel's lips and yanked the bottle from between her legs and gently pressed it to the lavender lips. "No words just open and don't swallow." She whispered and began pouring a small amount of the wine into her best friend and queens mouth. "Now kiss me I need a drink." Noctissa flopped backwards into the throne. Assuming the exact same position Ultrel had been in, leg thrown over the arm rest then took the soft lavender hand into hers and tugged it gently meaning for Ultrel to sit with her. "What happened is I missed a certain someone. And I'm pent-up and if I'm not forgetting we have a tradition to uphold." Her eyes shifted towards the chest sitting at the far end of the room. And a smirk stitched itself across her face.
Ultrel matched the smirk but slid her hand from her mistress. Taking her metal clawed rings and dragging it down the center of Noctissa's top. The razor sharp clawed rings easily parting the fabric like sliding open a book then yanked it open before cupping the other woman's face and tilting it up and kissing her letting the wine dribble between their lips. "Well I do serve my king. And don't worry not a drop will stain that top, would just hate if something happened to it. So cute." The infernal drow whispered.
She tapped her pipe knocking the ashes into their container next to the throne. Then refilled the pipe and handed it over before sliding down the legs of her master and began unfastening the belt of Noctissa's pants with her tongue and immediately began tugging them down.
Taking the sliced open top and tossing it to the side and lifting her hips Ultrel slid her pants off. The alabaster skinned half succubus whipped her tail around smacking the drows lavender colored ass. "That wasn't my shirt."
"Just being thorough." Standing back up and taking another mouth full from the bottle and let it dribble from her lips and onto Noctissa's breasts, chin, then into her mouth. "My friend just came home and I don't know how to celebrate in a way that doesn't require cleaning after." Going in for a kiss the two woman twisted their tongues around each other and their hands sliding between the others legs.
A few minutes later Alessio came charging back in at the end of the throne room. Stopping suddenly first in surprise then annoyance at the sight of his veilkiya and king. "This is what you had me rushing around for? Do I even want too know what's in this dammed chest you where so hush, hush about. That we absolutely had too pick up before coming home? Cause now I'm sure its nothing that couldn't have waited for me too take a bath or Anu forbid one of the palace staff went for it." His words began streaming out as his exhaustion from travel was catching up.
"My thalven, please bring the chest. This is our personal ritual after every mission we have a specialist craft us something new to use when we return or have them make a small collection of things for us if the mission is especially long. But this is supposed too be our private ritual." she paused and slowly tore herself from Noctissa setting her pipe and the now nearly empty bottle down. " You are my thalven you own my heart and soul I love you like no other in this world or any other. But Noctissa is my king and I will do things for her freely that i would never consider except you. But these relationships are both different. So since she invited you into our ritual you'll see a new side too me today. And I have missed you both extremely. So don't ruin the moment and let me enjoy the two loves of my life okay Alessio?" Walking towards him and smoothly sliding down onto her knees and wrapping her arms around him to lay a kiss on him. "Besides our special arrangement while makes me miss you less only does so much and I want it from the source today." she whispered in his ear then slid her tattooed tongue over the outer edge of his ear.
"I love you too." he exhaled as he kissed her back. Then raising his voice. "So is this a actual ritual or a personal one? and what do you need of me?"
"A personal one." Replied Noctissa and that's for her too decide she knows exactly what I expect of her and your here for her. But a little rude of you too be the only one still have clothes on. after that bring the chest over and me and your veilkiya will see what surprises it has and then she will tell you what's next for you besides being good eye candy." She winks and turns too Ultrel "we did bathe together on our mission and he's really developing quite the body. transformation is acting rather slowly but I think he will have his tail within the month."
Alessio bristled at Noctissa using the special title he had given Ultrel. "My king, I would appreciate you refraining from using the names me or Ultrel have given each other they hold a heavy significance for us both." but reached down and pulled his shirt off over his head then un-belted his sword and diligently placed it against the wall then removed his boots and pants carefully folding and stacking it all neatly.
Pricking both palms and casting mage hand Ultrel floated the chest to the throne and stage whispered so Alessio could still hear her. "Isn't my little thalven adorable? even standing up too you over something so small. Only reinforces my choice to claim him so quickly. Maybe if you play your cards right you might become like a big sister too him. But never forget he's mine first." Hearing his bare feet against the marble floor Ultrel seized control over his body and yanked him along the long room with his toes barely gliding over the floor and dropping him to his knees in front of the throne. "I see what you mean I think he's been purposely toning those muscles. Well Alessio is there somebody you want too impress?" she says then rapidly drops down grabbing the top of his head and yanking it back licking him from collar bone to his jaw. Then runs both hands through his hair feeling the budding horns beginning to protrude from around his skull but still hidden under his messy black hair.
Ultrel threw herself onto her lovers mouth. All acting aside she had missed him deeply and was eager to have him pressed against and into her body. her fingers slid to the back of his head and pressed his mouth against her slit. Already soaking with her nectar in anticipation Ultrel began to melt he was just as eager with his lips locking onto her clit to begin sucking. Alessio's hands began creeping up her legs but she activated his tattoos making him grip his own wrists behind his back. "No hands not yet. Your going to use your mouth until i think you've kissed me enough to show me how much you've missed your thalven. He immediately broke his lips off and placed a gentle single kiss on her clit.
"Of course I missed you. Your my one and only velikiya." he said he leaned back and made sure she could see the nectar dribbling down his chin with silk thin lines of the liquid connecting both sets of lips then began to kiss her inner thighs and around the source of her ambrosia.
"We're ready to get this moving properly now." Noctissa happily proclaimed. "Sorry Alessio you'll get to rejoin us in just a moment. Ultrel this will be a unique one but if you could get into your position for me." Noctissa ordered. And Alessio watched as large but delicate alabaster white hands slipped around and began to fondle the lavender breasts over his head.
Suddenly Alessio was pushed back with magic going off his knees and sliding across the smooth marble floor on his ass, Ultrel smoothly went down onto her elbows and knees. Confused for a moment he looked from the now prostrate Ultrel to the smiling Noctissa. Who was holding a black hook shaped object it was shining and seemed wet. He immediately recognized the black slime like material from the Mataat pits one end of the "hook" was slim and cylindrical coming off a slim stem attached to a flat base that resembled the glued on plates woman of Sabu used to cover their lower lips.
Noctissa pushed it inside herself and exhaled sharply and her shoulders went back and she tilted her head up to the ceiling a moaned out something in infernal. The moment it was fully pressed too her flesh, green ooze began too ooze out of the small plate. Growing thick and into five distinct tendrils. Four of them shot out the two lower tendrils wrapped around Ultrels thighs the top two around her waist. The fifth and final tendril was the shortest and thickest resembling a monstrous cock with a flared head that had tiny wiggling nubs and ripples. Noctissa grabbed her queen by the back of the neck and pulled her tail up and bit down in the open loop and clutched the base of the woman's tail.
Ultrel shivered and dropped her face into the floor and bit into her forearm in pleasure "Alessio get your ass off the floor and get that cock into my mouth. Your velikiya needs her daily drink but I want it from the source today." She peeled her face up with a dribble of her blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her voice was wracked with ecstasy and only do to their personal bonds he could make out the tiny details that added up to a pleading desperate expression. "Fuuck, this already feels amazing." Ultrel moaned and pushed her hips back making the ooze strap on bottom out in her ass and began to wiggle her hips side to side against Noctissa's hips. "Alessio now please get your ass over here already. Please god I want it. Make your velikiya a mess."
Alessio slowly got up and watched Noctissa begin thrusting and he watched as both woman's breasts shook the ripples of Ultrels well endowed ass as each thrust hit Noctissa's lap, his cock was fully erect and admiring the site but his eyes kept returning to Ultrel's face he had never seen her so desperate or vulnerable. Getting up too her he ran his hand through her natural silver hair that gently transitioned into a soft pinkish red. He watched as the wavy locks bounced but he grabbed her by her horns and placed his cock too her lips then slowly pushed past them. It didn't take long for the swordsman to fall into pace with his partners. Alternating their thrusts Ultrel was bounced between the two, her own hand going down to her own lips and rubbing herself.
Ultrel sucked down on Alessio's shaft only breaking the suction to make a show of letting her drool and the precum ropes dangle off her chin. With both her lovers thrusting into her Ultrel reached her first orgasm quickly. As soon as the first orgasm started the tentacles moved from her waist they slid up and then around her arms and twisting her over. With her now off the floor her lovers cock going into her throat and her mistresses synthetic cock plunged into her ass.
"Go on Alessio grab her tits use them like handles and fuck her throat like her pussy she loves it." Noctissa barked then grabbed his head her fingers sliding around his budding horns. And twisting her tongue around the loop of Ultrel's tail and then biting and gripping it in her teeth.
Doing as his king said gripping her breasts firmly in his hands. Lost in their softness admirering them. Each one was nearly if not bigger than his head. But he could feel her activating the tattoo on his cock. "Are you sure? You want me to do that?" He asked but shivered as she began pushing her tongue up against the tip of his cock and then grabbed him by the hips to pull him into her. The tattoo fully activated he began too cum down her throat. His tattoo being a incubus mark that would massively increase the size of his orgasms. Cumming more than any normal human should be able too but Ultrel kept swallowing it gulp after gulp. Pulling out the final internal load overfill her mouth and pulling out cumming across her face then shooting it down her torso and even shooting some stray white ropes onto Noctissa's pelvis and tummy.
"Oh so that's why she was so excited about you getting that tattoo. I approve but what should I think about my knight just friendly fired on his commander?" Noctissa cooed but tightened her grip on his head and yanked him forward and kissed him then whispered gripping the back of his head. "You did it once already that I know of clean your kings body of your mess."
Alessio awkwardly shuffled around ultrel and made eye contact with the cross pupiled green eyes of his master then leaned down and began licking his own seman off her body. Just as he was about to swallow it her thumb pressed passed his lips. "Now kiss your velikiya that was meant for her wasn't it?"
He smiled up at Noctissa then straddled his lover and looked at her blissful face soaked in cum ruining her hair and makeup and leaned in to kiss her pushing that extra bit of his cum into her mouth again. Then continued kissing her.
Over the last month or so I've gotten a lot more interest in my writing and the world building I do so I thought I'd try and make a proper for my setting. These are just the basics but I think I cover the important parts
Calia
The world of Calia is founded on balance. For every evil in the world there is good and for every good there is evil. The primordials the creators of the universe are
Anu: primordial of law, sky, and purity
Marianus: primordial of the sea, prophecy, and wrath
Nyx: primordial of the night, protection, and knowledge
Nairobai: primordial of nature, families, and compassion
Terracora: primordial of the earth, tradition, and crafting
The Un-Named one: primordial of death, and judgment
The Empire of Glawveria the chosen holy land of the primordials is ruled by the divinely chosen Ascariot family. Always ruled by brother and sister twins. One touched by the positive energy of life, and the other by the negative energy of entropy. The twins rule in balance of each other as the mouth piece of both the primordials to the mortals. But also of the mortals to the primordials.
Balance
Calia enacts balance not on a small scale but across the planet.
Life & death
The world reacts to life & death in Calia's ancient history hordes of undead used to roam across the world in hoards. But also armies of monsters and savage mindless monsters seemed to pour out of caves and the forests of the world.
When there is too much death in a single location undead will rise from the ground to rot and destroy the world of the living. As such the dead are sent to a local necropolis where the cryptfolk tend the corpses and keep the dead at rest.
While the places in the world where life is abundant. Dungeons grow. A entry way into a sentient demi plane. Their entrances blend in seamlessly into their surroundings. But as these dungeons age they expand and mindless monsters begin to spawn inside them like vermin. Initially trapped within its halls these monsters will eventually breach the confines and surge out into the surrounding world.
Religion:
The primary religion of the world is the Chantry of the Makers. Venerating the primordials. The cosmology of the universe is simplified from most dnd style settings.
Going from the top is the
positive energy plane
Heavens
Air and water Elemental plane
Fey
Prime material
Shadow
Earth and fire plane
Hells
Negative energy plane
God's
There are many God's of Calia The children of the Primordials while supremely powerful beings. They are still the children of the creators of the universe. And while powerful they cannot simply make and remake the world as their parents can.
Planar travel
While the planes are known to exist travel between the planes is both rare and incredibly difficult. With very few able to achieve it.
Bodam city
Bodam city is the capital of the world. The largest single city on the planet. Blessed with access to the Elemental planes and the primordials direct influence the city is a post scarcity city meant to be a becon of what mortal kind can achieve. But every light casts a shadow. Bodam has a under city. Controlled chaos, where the surface has strict law enforcement plentiful food and resources. The under city is cramped and dangerous. Ruled by gangs and is a constant war zone of the gangs struggling to exist.
The acceptance of good & evil
In the world of calia morality can be dramatically different than our world. Murder circuses cam be perfectly legal of you only have the correct paperwork. Sadistic performances where slaves are butchered in elaborate spectacles for the entertainment of the crowd. If you find the right parlor you can torture a slave to death as easily as going to get a hair cut.
Devils are seen as truly pure evil beings but a necessary part of existence. Devils can be summoned and deals struck. If your willing to endure hell once your life ends.
Other nations
The Empire of Glawveria isn't the only nation. On its eastern coast lays Ostoya.
Formerly home of the largest necropolis on the planet. A ritual was performed that blacked out the sun over the entire region plunging it into eternal night. The borderland is constantly in conflict with the armies of Anu attempting to reclaim the land from the ostoyan heretics that would dare defile the sun and the law of the world.
Kingdom of the Aereni High Elves:
is an Island country of sun Elves. Led by the undying heroes of their people. Contained in crystal sarcophagai that keep them alive but trapped these heros form a parliament that guide their people.
Sabu:
Is the land of succubai. The original birthplace of humanity the original ruler blaspheme against the primordials and they smote the capital but the magical back lash turned the subcontinent into a magical and toxic wasteland. Unhospitabal to nearly all life until a succubus arrived and is reclaiming the land one city at a time using infernal magic to rebuild the land slowly.
Mornkhain: The savage south
The savage south is wild lands of orcs, goblins, and giants. However the primordials decreed the land was to remain natural. No cities or colonization is allowed. Of any attempts are made natural disasters or giant monsters of myth arise to destroy the attempts.
Drekkengar the frozen north
Drekkengar is the frozen mirror of the planes of Mornkhain to the far north. Filled with warring clans that battle and raid for meager resources. But hidden away in the north is the library of nyx and rumored arcane collectives and universities.
Modern day
The contempary world of calia is comparatively similar to the early 1900s. Electricity is common place among the bigger settlements and cities. Automobiles are a new and probably passing trend. Fire arms are established but many are single action rifles. Technology and magic struggle against each other from the backing of ancient arcane families trying to surpress it and keep their long held strangle hold on industry against the new guilds of industry trying to steal away this power amd bring the world into a age of industry.
I wish we had, had longer together. You know you werent my first or even second love and since you where taken away i want you too know you werent the last. Inspite of what she wanted. I dont know if you knew what she planned on using you too do too me. It took decades to heal from it and that was a painful and long period of my life.
But that was never the crux of our time toghether. No you took in a broken boy who you saw something of yourself in. You gave me so much over the nearly two decades we spent tohether. I learned so much from you in that time, and i miss those days dearly. We had a family I miss the way youd come home from work and we'd share drinks while you vented about the clients of the night, the way you two taught me too cook, or me and your sister trying to outdo each other lauching spells into the dunes then runninng from the guards for the disturbance we would cause.
I was a broken husk when you found me drunken stumbing into town. Lost and empty...you brought me back too life. Showed me how to love and live again. I learned what it was like to have a familly. Those early days where truly unique and stand alone in my life. It's been years but ive done and seen so much since then but nothing else has come close too what we had back then. So it's also with the most shame i have ever felt that it has taken me so long to do this for you.
Years too late ive found your remains and ive brought you home. Not our crumbling little hovel, your true home, and the library you granted me access too. Ive spent decades restoring it, repairing the books, repainting the murals, and most importantly i built where youll be laid to rest. We both know i cant work with my hands but for you, for the time you where left unnder the sun, for not seeing the danger. I took the time, I practiced, I learned. I wont call this work perfect but it was my best. I only hope you think it's enough.
I miss you, i love you, and one day i hope we can meet again. there is so much more to tell you. But also look forward to quietly watching dawn rise with a drink.
Tattoo of the spouse of the Duskwither clans last matron over his heart
Lucien is one of the most infamous authors in Calia's history. Creating the genres occult and Gothic erotic fiction. Mixing real occult practices into his works leading many bans on his books and trouble with puritanical organizations.
Leaving a trail of broken hearts and chaos in the wake of his adventures. The widower made it a point to live out his and his deceased wives childhood dreams for him learning the occult secrets of the world and leaving a beautiful scar on the literary world. While she wished for scandal and drama finding the secrets of the elite, being tangled in drama and secret romance and taboos.
Lucien took many lovers in his life those closest too the author knew only one person ever truly had claim over his heart. Some knew that his attention would eventually take him away, but still he left a series of spurned lovers. Many being from nobility or the occult groups he infiltrated and fled after digging up their secrets.
Erich plucked at the mandolin sitting cross legged on the bamboo mat. Noctissa and Ultrel sat naked on their knees in front of him. Eyes closed and faces down. They had each oiled their bodies for him; Noctissa in a cinnamon and hazelnut based oil, Ultrel in mint and a type of grass.
He inhaled deeply through his nose savoring their scents. The subtle spice of Noctissa, the fresh spring to remind him of home from ultrel. His room was pitch black but as he played his room melted away becoming a bamboo glade in Tamayura Village.
The floor was gone and he was sitting on a rock in the middle of a pond with candles floating on lilly pads. "You can open your eyes now."
The two woman looked up not seeing Erich on his stone. Their mouths opened the perpetual raining of cherry blossom petals dancing in the wind. The candles making shimmering lights over the water.
"Was this your home Erich?" Whispered Noctissa.
"Yes" said the breeze.
Erich dipped his hand over a candle and stole its flame. Blowing gently over his palm embers washed over his matron, his king, his best friend, and sister.
The day sky dissolved the bamboo stalks now glowed in the night sky lit buy flying paper lanterns. The air was hot and humid and sweat began to prickle across her ivory skin and her heart made a drum beat that drowned out the world. Except for the mandolin which never faded. Small delicate fingers fell on her hand. When noctissa looked Ultrel was gone replaced by a petite nervous kitsune girl sat beside her.
"I'll love you forever." Noctissa said in a familiar but younger man's voice. Before falling over the timid girl. Her heart sounded like it would explode as if it was her first time.
Erich exhaled over the pond and swung his toes through the water kicking it onto the bamboo.
For ultrel the glade faded with walls raising from the ground and a pile of blankets building under her. Then the smell of cinnamon took over her senses as a young kitsune boy she'd never seen mounted her. It was so cold out. She knew in her bones it was snowing outside the walls but the boys body was so warm and smelled so good she melted in his arms as he slid inside her. And she pulled the unknown boy into her body like she'd never done with anyone else. Knowing he would be gone soon and shed never see him again.
Erich continued to play watching the two who saved him. Who had brought love and warmth back into his life. And watched the vision of losing his virginity. The the last night with his first love. Watching as the three images overlaid each other. Feeling the sensation of his first lover while feeling both Ultrel & Noctissa's expiences in full.
The next morning the two woman awoke in the black room on familiar bedding. Still so nervous about being seen. But they each laid a kiss on his cheek then laid their hands over his heart while he slept.
"We won't let you lose this warmth twice erich." Whispered Noctissa.
"We've made our family after each losing our first I wouldn't be hear without you both having saved me." Whispered Ultrel, while laying her head next to his*
Side note these short stories are doing their job. Not being focused on editing just getting a end result out has helped me a lot finally back to proper world building elsewhere
house Paurish, clan Silver beard, house Rowanga, house Askuh, house Agaonth, house Dulad
Three lies:
• She is a brutal tryant willing to decimate any enemy
• she allowed her family to be killed to use their deaths to empower herself
• she views herself as a Supreme authority
Three facts:
• she united her city under her rule in a single bloody night
• her and her entire family are cursed
• She enjoys making people uncomfortable with flagrant sexuality. Commonly making people strip and remain naked when requesting a audience with her. Or wearing clothes that barely cover herself when dealing with people.
Bio:
Ultrel was born into a noble house of drow in the city Al Behrelzum. An ancient member having gone back on an unknown deal with a powerful being. Which resulted in their blood like being cursed and plagued with deformities. The possibly unforeseen side effect was the magic that was already I. Their blood simply had the curse layered ontop. Mastering this power the Fuligan family became some of the world's most prolific sanromancers.
Ulterel seemingly having won her families genetic lottery outwardly is incredibly gorgeous only having the effects of gigantism. This becoming her own curse being made the face of her family at a young age. Spending her formative years politicking with the other noble ruling houses of the city. Reaching maturity she became promiscuous flaunting her body any chance she could.
Her families biggest break coming at the invention of blood automatons. Brass constructs fueled by blood. The redacted commissioned enough to form an army. The already wealthy family's wealth skyrocketed nearly over night. This came with follow up orders of weapons and armor. The other nobles taking issue with their sudden success began plotting against the Fuligans. In the bloody coordinated execution of her family Ultrel barely triggered a ritual using the shed blood of her family. Using the raining blood to contain her Enemies and claim the city. She used her families reserve of blood constructs to hold the city.
When Noctissa Grimmory arrived and saved Ultrel from an assassination attempt. Ultrel was quick to accept the help and swore her loyalty to her new Infernal matron.
Quickly learning the truth to the rumors of the mutations brought on by the hells. Swearing herself to one of the great houses of the arch devil Gorgavice. She grew her tail and six horned crown quickly. All the while Noctissa kept good on her word and had the rest of the noble houses put down and started the extensive rebuilding of Al Behrelzum. The two woman bonded quickly becoming more akin to sisters. Bickering frequently but held a deep love for the other.
artist links
Commission slots of the artist Atichiim. You can hire them easily to create a customized artwork using A&C
Also for clarities sake my editing is shit because I'm not really doing it. Just trying to write as I get the ideas. Trying to get back into the habit of writing at all.
If I sit there trying to edit and nitpick and make revisions this shit will never get out. But I feel like there's already an improvement from chapter 1 which I kind of hate and where chapter 3 is at currently
Forgetting to add what was supposed to be the main character of the short story until the end. Posting it, going to bed, waking up and realizing he was barely in the chapter meant for him.
Diaries of house Grimmory: Princess of Annihilation
Harrowing 3: gem
It had been four months since the construction had began on the Seekers base, and the expansion of the port had begun. But also a new quarter was being built expanding the city. Noctissa sat across from Ultrel in the private library of the capital building. Going through more reports of potential candidates for her inner circle.
"Well we can cross one slot off and he wasn't even on the list but I think you can agree with me on wanting him." Noctissa said still sifting through folders.
"Oh no of course not he'd be wasted where he is and he is very capable. But one question." Ultrel paused a moment. "Are you going to swear him in like you did with me? I can send someone up to stock up and clean the balcony." A smirk stitched itself across her face as Noctissa rolled her eyes.
A knocking rapped on the libraries door before cracking open. "Lady Grimmory you summoned me?" Came a distorted and raspy voice.
"Yes, Sgt. Zahn please come in make yourself comfortable." Noctissa tapped her current folders on the table and set them aside and pivoted in her seat.
Erich walked in shutting the door behind him carefully and stood at ease at the end of the table.
"You impressed both of us during the raid. And have a offer for you." Ultrel's smile beamed at the man in front of her. "While your definitely talented. I want to clear some things up in your file before our Lady can make her offer."
"Go on ma'am I will answer what I can." The man rasped out through his mask.
"First I wish to know about your injuries. The bandages on your hands and arms are obvious but do they hinder you at all. And does your gas mask provide any kind of medical assistance. I don't believe any one has seen you remove it."
Shifting uncomfortably for a moment before returning to at ease. "No ma'am originally I was sent from the fey wild by my mother to support moral during the first Ostoyan invasion. I was a non-combatent just playing music performing small acts at the various encampments on the front. I however was caught in a ambush. I believe all the Spears forces I was with had died in the attack. They used some sort of chemical fire in their artillery. I was burned to death. But one of the Ostoyan necromancers attempted to revive us all. It worked on the others they came back as mindless undead. However my kind don't react as expected to necromanctic spells. Following the failed attempt to raise me there where experiments. My ears, tails, and finger tips where all surgically removed. The removal of my tails however is what brought me back. But I'm unable to be healed of any of the scarring. I cover my face because simply ma'am there's not much left of it."
The tension in the room was dense and uncomfortable. Both woman glancing at each other and back to the man standing in front of them.
"I do apologize. Sincerely truth be told I didn't know how to approach these questions. This is actually the first interview I've ever done. The reason we need to ask you questions about your health and past is however simple. As you know our lord Gorgavice has his six noble houses who control his legion. I am currently tasked with creating my noble houses 'family' or inner circle along with another task we will touch on later. I called you hear because I want too offer you a place in that family. You weren't one of my suggested recruits. It actually took a good amount of digging to even find your file. But it would pull you out of active duty. And you'd be elevated and given a title a lower one but you'd only answer to Ultrel, and myself. Right now it will just be the three of us. And I need to know your past and if you can be trusted." Steepling her fingers she stared into the mirrored amber lenses of his gas mask. "So the next questions are how did you join the Seekers and why?"
Not much too tell there. After I became what I am now. First I killed the necromancer and burned down the facility. Destroyed any research and undead he'd created. I tried to go home but was barred because of what I'd become. I wondered through the Ostoyan country side. Destroying everything I could. Eventually I was subdued by a Seekers patrol. I was held for a few years until someone finally put me on a cleansing squad. I was with them for years worked a lot of anger out there. But eventually got transferred out was doing guard duty at facility #47 they offered up a chance to get into a personal guard slot for some new diplomat. And I thought I'd take a chance on it. I'm not the man I was in life or even a few decades ago. Still trying to figure the new guy out thought a cushy guard job would give me that chance." The tension was bleeding from the room but his voice was still even despite sounding like he had a throat full of gravel.
Ulterel smiled widely "Your honesty is very appreciated. But now of we do offer you to join us what do you want out of it? Power, woman, revenge. What gets you out of bed?" Dropping most of her formal speech now talking with coy possibly flirtatious tone.
He paused for moments the sounds of him starting to speak and then stop where frequent. Finally taking the offer to sit. He first removed his jacket carefully folding it over the back of the chair revealing a armored vest and that his arms where layered in wrapped cloth. He took off his helmet gingerly setting it on the table. Next where his gloves. His hands wrapped just like his arms with his fingers exposed. Revealing pinkish skin cratered and scarred by burns untreated that had healed poorly on their own. While the flesh was squished up around exposed bone finger tips. Lastly he peeled off the full head gas mask and laid it face down besides the helmet. Again his head full rapped except his eyes and lipless mouth. His eyes where blood shot with beautiful gold irises his teeth where white and straight with 2 seats of elongated canines interlocked on the top and bottom. Finishing he sat down quietly and observed both women.
There was a pregnant silence in the room again. "Thank you Erich." Noctissa said quietly. "Your eyes are beautiful. And I hope you'll show me them again in the future." The words where heartfelt and she starred into the golden gems unblinking until he broke her gaze to stare at Ultrel.
"I go where I'm ordered I do my job. I do it well. But I want more. I don't know what that is though. But I would like it to be with people where a mask isn't necessary."
Noctissa wore a heavy coat with white fur lining its edges. Ostoya was a cold country whatever spell had been cast to rob it of sunlight stained the sky abyssal black during the day time hours. The new creatures calling themselves vampires ruled their country brutally. But still the city had a brutal kind of beauty too it.
"Father Casimir," She whispered. "I came here to speak too you. My father mentioned you a number of times. How you listened and had good input for mortal." Looking up at the flayed corpse crucified in the city square. "I'm sorry I didn't arrive sooner." Next to the skinless body hanging off the metal beams was his flayed skin tattooed with his list of crimes. Seemingly worst of all "Speaking against the council." Giving a final silent prayer and turning away to explore the city.
She had spent most of the month acting as a tourist. Talking with the people gathering rumors and information. A new species was beginning to arrise out of the mortals living in Ostoya. The people called them the sanguine, coming from any bloodline the children born with pale white skin red eyes and white hair if they even have any. They thirst for blood like other mortals need water. Furthermore superstition claims they are immortal harbingers either bringing calamity or peace.
Hearing the door shut in the other room. "I'm in the kitchen dinner will be ready soon. Did you find any new information about our little fugitive?" Ultrel shouted as she worked the food in the skillet.
Noctissa kicked her shoes off after flopping onto the couch with a solid crunch as the frame cracked under the sudden weight. "More rumors but I think I have some places outside the city for us too look into. He definitely sounds like he is one of those sanguine whatever they are!" She shouted back then let out a long sigh finally being off her feet.
"That's good news! But please be gentler with our furniture. Don't think it's rated for us!" She smirked imagining her friends irritated face. And began her end of cooking ritual. Dancing and swaying in front of the stove. Then crossing two fingers and blowing a kiss over their tips her mage hand pulled the rack of spices out of the cabinet and floated it over to the table. "Well dinner is ready if her majesty is ready to peel herself from her poor abused throne!" Hoping between her tip toes and another hand gesture she cast message "Dinner is ready whenever you are. Setting the table now."
"I'll be there in a moment handing off guard duty now." Came Erich's voice in her head.
Using Ultrel's status it was easy enough buying a modest property within the Ostoyan capital. Noctissa taking the lead on gathering information, Ultrel taking over on securing their home. Using her blood and curse magic to protect the house from scrying or attackers. While Erich took to the practical securing possible escape routes and defensive positions. Walking in the two where already talking taking jabs at each other but overlaid with genuine laughter. Smiling underneath his gas mask and thinking to himself "Amazing how they took too each other like sisters separated at birth. Really makes me think of home with them always being this loud."
"It's to spicy how many times do I have to say it!" Noctissa screamed before gulping down her drinks. Then snatching Ultrel's from in front of her.
"My apologies my infernal mistress. I forgot the hells raise such delicate flowers that don't have taste buds." Ultrel smirked
Erich taking his mask and helmet off. "Guess I'm part of that family too now. They stopped pretending to not argue in front of me or using formalities months ago" walking to his regular seat he snatched a piece of food of Noctissa's plate. "Yeah definitely part of the family."
Waving her hand in front of her mouth. "Anyway now that Erich is here. I think I have a lead on the late fathers protégé. He's been surprisingly good at hiding since Casimir was executed. But there's been rumors of a young sanguine boy out healing people. I've been stitching together a pattern of where the rumors come from and I'm pretty sure I know where we can meet up with him. I know the idea was to just get him out of the country as a final courtesy. But if the stories are to be believed he's a fairly decent healer. Maybe we can help him finish his training?" While speaking she stood from the table and pulled a map from her bag and setting it at the empty end of the large dining table.
Fixing his plate before he sat down he was looking at the map. "Does the boy have military experience?" Erich rasped "This pattern you stitched together. They're all general areas. But each one has some easily defensible locations nearby." Pointing at the map "looks like there's some sort of ruins in these mountains. Is that where you where thinking? Because it's where I would be headed." Sitting down finally taking in the food. It smelled divine but also made his nostrils start to run. "God this is spicy." He thought.
The sky was pitch black despite being almost noon. The trio where trudging up the mountain pass Erich slightly ahead. Noctissa and Ultrel strulgging behind. His twisted metal violin hanging from a strap across his chest.
"The ruins should be just around the bend. Even if the boy isn't here it'll be a good place for us to rest." His distorted voice came out of the speaker grill in his gasmask.
"Thank you for your concern Erich. I think we both know we're slowing you down." Ultrel replied.
Clearing the bend calling it ruins felt like a disservice. A massive monastery hewn out of the mountain itself. Where there should have been beautiful stained glass windows the gaps sat empty. Meant to venerate the primordial Anu master of the sky and embodiment of law the titanic double doors had a blazing sun across them covered in scratches and deep gouges likely from people stealing the gold off the door.
Shouldering his violen "I think I heard something inside. How do you wish to proceed?" He whispered and turned to Noctissa.
"I'll go in first. If it's Nicolai we can talk." Noctissa pushed forward and needed to shoulder the massive door open. "Nikolai? I'm Noctissa Grimmory. Are you in here? We're here to help you escape the country if you'd like. My father was friends with father Casimir."
With a shimmer a boy with messy black hair appeared in front of Noctissa his head only meeting her waist while his sword was raised up to her neck. "Now now miss. Let's be real cool right now. You've got some height on me. But let's not go thinking that means you won't get hurt." The boy smiled up her with his black eyes unlike most people in ostoya his skin was a dark olive like tan.
"I umm I don't think we need to umm fight right she doesn't look like the others that have been chasing us. And I uhh t-t-think I recognize her I met a man once with those same horns and tails at least." A meek voice stammered out from the back of the church. A young boy slinked out wearing red and gold robes. He had snow white skin with light gold hair neatly going to his shoulders. "D-did you know Father Casimir?" His voice was small and scared.
"No im sorry sweetie I didn't. My dad did but he was murdered and I was hoping to enlist the help of your mentor. My dad spoke very highly of the departed father." Noctissa starred at the boy coming out of his hiding spot. He made her feel like she was looking at a lost puppy. Something in her wanted to pick him up and snuggle the shaking boy into the crook of her arms. "But I know your on the run and we can take the two of you out of this country. My friend here with me. She's the Matron of house Urltel down in Al Behrelzum. You'd be welcomed there."
"And what of me?" The third voice came from the second floor balcony. In the quiet church ruins she could hear the dull click as lights came on. A large minotaur was standing next to a makeshift field gun angled down to the doors. "I'm the siege master of the 112th of the Spears."
"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Noctissa Grimmory head of house Grimmory. I command a portion of the Seekers of the Silver Keys. We can either return you to Riser or I could pull some strings get you pulled into the Seekers. I could use a siege mas-"
Erich and Fuligin burst in and slammed the door shut behind them. "We have problems ma'am! Pack of werewolves heading up the path at speed!" Erich dragged a pew in front of the heavy doors "few minutes at best!"
"Seige master is that gun able to be moved!?" Noctissa barked.
The gun already partially collapsed and being pushed along the balcony to the front of the building.
The young tanned boy began kicking rubble out of his way and stretching "what can all of you do?" With a string of pops as he bent backwards.
Ulterel answered quickly "Noctissa and myself are natural casters. Our associate uses a form of musical based magic."
"Guess I get to be one of those heroic knights after all. I'll be upfront if the gun doesn't kill them all." The boy forced a smile and started bobbing back and forth on his feet taking a stance but still swinging his arms stretching his limbs.
Erich had joined the minotaur on the second floor. The two had fallen into pace with each other quickly. The thud of the field gun coming in a lighting like 12 second intervals. There was a veritable hoard of lycanthrops trying to charge up the pass. The shells where airburst rounds filled with silvered grape shot. Pained howling was echoing up the mountain pass. The beasts where dying but not fast enough. The shells where going to run out well before they killed them all.
"Last one boy! Load it then move prepare for a close quarters fight!" Barked the massive minotaur.
Erich nodded slammed the last shell into the breach grabbed ancient tapestry and used it like a rope to rappel off the second floor railing to the floor. Un-slinging his violin and shouldering it tapping his bow across its metal chords. The rhythmic beating working its way into his comrades bones. For himself and Noctissa it was a centering beat. Timing their breathes to the sound steadying themselves. Ultrel had stripped down to her underwear and equipped rings that had golden claws. Humming and swaying to the tune she cupped her hands in front of herself finger tips to the heel of the opposite hand pricking the skin with her claws. With a series of elegant twists on her toes palms down the blood drops splattering then rising up as mirror images of herself. Noctissa floated off the floor the white hot radiant light glowing from inside her. His friends leaving his peripheral he brought his attention the door waiting for the beasts to break into the kill zone they established.
The clawing and slamming was ringing through the stone chappel. They where trying to smash through the thick doors slowly making progress. As soon as the first glowed hand had broken through, the teen with the sword blurred and reappearing beside the door brought his sword up through the werewolfs forearm slicing it off then leaping back away from the door. He stood besides the door stabbing through the gaps and slashing out the outstretched limbs.
When the doors finally came down with a floor shaking crash. Fur and armor spilled in like a deluge. Only to be met by a sickly white cone of light coming down at them like a pillar of light from a God sending a message. That message was rot & die. As Noctissa fired the light from her hand. The lycanthropes armors paint began to blister and pop as the metal underneath was heating. The leather straps dried and split like lips under the desert sun. Howling and falling to the floor their skin began sagging as they slammed into the floor and the stone pews it peeled off their bodies and clung to any surface they touched exposing the now blackening musculature underneath.
Once the light faded the boy with the sword jumped into the middle of the pack where his sword swung one way in at least four other directions spectral copies of himself peeled out of his body striking at other targets. Every wolf that had made it into the cathedral was lying in a pool of gore but there where still more trying to burst in. Next through the door was a werebear struggling to squeeze through the door standing upright he was a nearly 15' tall slab of muscle and bloodlust. But just as the boy began to panic he heard wet stomping behind him turning just enough to see Ultrel in his peripheral she was dancing and dragged her bladed nails from her shoulders to her elbows. The woman was a blood drenched mess but the smile on her face was carved with wicked glee. Then the crunching started, snapping back to the werebear he watched in horror as its bones began to extend amd burst out of its body curling around as they grew shredding the monster from the inside out.
He loosened the grip on his sword. "We've been running from monsters this entire time. What the fuck are these three." The thought came out of his mouth.
"Devils, Boy." The voice grated out of the grill of a gas mask. The man under it twisted a whistle onto a slot on the mask and the sound that came out of it made the boys spine lock up and legs buckle. He kept blowing into it rust colored dirt grew over everything. The cathedral reaked of blood and piss. But razor wire spiraled out of the floor like dolphins breaking the water as they swim. He felt like that whistle would consume him telling him to run. Dropping his sword and turning to the back of the church a blinding light enveloped him. When it passed there was no more church just dead plains with. Giant fireball enveloping the sky. Billowing out like a giant mushroom. Dropping to his knees and beginning to weep. As the fire washed over him.
Then it was gone blinking away the tears the church was back there was no cloud. But where there was a cloud there was now a woman glowing internally with the same light floating down. Her porcelain skin contrasted by wavy ruby red hair. The embodiment of destruction but all he could see was an angel. She landed kneeling in the blood and stroking his head.
"I'm sorry you saw that. Are you okay?" Her tone was soft as a breeze. Suddenly he remembered his older sister holding him the same way the night before the hags had taken her away. The sound of fighting dulled behind him as his head was squeezed into her arms and torso. Even on her knees she still towered over him. Pushing her long flowing sleeves up her alabaster skin contrasted hard by the black runic tattoos over her hands and arms. Stroking his head trying to smooth out his hair. "Take your time the others have the fight handled now. Buy you know you never introduced yourself. You look pretty young but I admit I'm bad with human ages." Her voice cooed in a whisper.
"My name is Alessio I'm 19. What. What the fuck was that?" His voice trembling.
"My fury. Erich is my friend yes. But he is also my subordinate and a member of my noble house. What he did is showed everyone what my fury looks like when it's unleashed. Are you scared of me?" She whispered and pushed her hands into his hair and pulled his head into her stomach.
"I want you to unleash that power on the people who took my sister from me. I want them to burn in that light. And I will do anything for you of you'll do that. I want her back and I've been training I joined these two to protect them but I can't even get close to you. So please will you?"
"I do have a need for a brave knight. But we'll talk about that later okay." She said it with finality. "Don't go thinking your a coward either. Erich caught you in that vision and it has some ugly effects on people. The quickest way out is through. So for now just get all those feelings out."
Even closing his eyes and burying his face into her. He could still see her light feel that warmth on his skin.
Alessio had regained his composure was walking with the other guys through the battlefield checking all the beasts where dead and scavenging through their belongings.
"My king I wish too discuss my performance during the fight while the boys wrap up. Could I borrow you for a few minutes." Ultrel still blood soaked and in her underwear was hoping on her tiptoes in-between the less gore soaked parts of the ground. Both woman disappeared inside and Alessio wasn't sure if the sound he heard from Erich was from rolling over one of the werewolfs or if he was annoyed at the two leaving.
Taking a break from dealing with the bodies Alessio began walking through the ruined cathedral. When he heard a sharp sound of metal gouging stone. He hurried through the ruins it was coming from the parsonage. Maybe one of the werewolves had escaped and been biding its time for a sneak attack or too escape. Not wanting to give away his advantage he slowly pushed the door open to try and peer into the room. Freezing with his breath caught in his throat his heart stopped; then trippled its pace as he processed what he was seeing.
Noctissa pulled ultrel up by the back of her head and flung the table into the wall and forcing the other woman down to her hands and knees. "Your an excellent queen Ultrel. I watched you dispatch that werebear and help mop up. I'm very proud of you." Noctissa got on her own knees and hoisted the bloody dows hips up higher. Alessio to distracted only caught a glimpse of some sort of gold rod between Noctissa's legs and how Ultrel moaned quietly as they pushed their hips together slowly.
Realizing what he'd stumbled into he began to try and sneak away. Until a shiver ran down his spine. Feeling cold eyes on him he looked back already planning a apology. Ultrel was starring at him her unreadable eyes of red and swirling black boring into his soul only breaking eye contact at a subtle movement under her. Confused he watched her pricking both palms and twisting around her fingers in a elegant dance. When he felt a tugging on his pants he froze and stopped breathing again. First his belt undone and his pants gently unlaced their front and folded back letting his member out. Finally he understood as two hands that weren't there grabbed him gently one stroking the shaft. The other cradling his jewels. He met her eyes again smiling wide she winked at him and leaned up on her knees. Grabbing her breasts bouncing them in her palms reaching Beckwith one hand over her head to hold the woman behind her the other reaching down to her lips and pleasing herself. But her eyes never left Alessio. "And what if the boy? I saw you holding him. I do admit he's very cute. Will you want him to join as a pawn?" Ultrel's eyes widened as a hamd reached around and grabbed her neck. The pace became slow but harder.
"Knight. If he has the want and strength to do it. He will be my first knight." Noctissa grunted focusing on her queen and lovers body.
"I want him." Ultrel whispered smile still growing in her lips starring at him in the crack of the door.
"That's fine. But you are all my servants and we serve lord Gorgavice. Revel in your lust he can be yours but you all are also mine." Noctissa began kissing Ultrel's neck.
"Thank you my king. I bet he's got a good cock on him as well." Dropping back to her hands and knees she looked back up at him open mouthed sad made a gesture like she was sucking his dick.
The feeling on him the spectral hand was tightening and speeding up while the other let go of him and moved to caress his cocks tip. "I'm not going to last much longer." He thought bracing himself on the door frame. His member was swelling and he could feel his load building up. Months of tension shot out of him as he shot his load out. He hadn't even thought of pleasing himself since joining the other two men they'd been on the road for months now always in danger. Collapsing winded and on his knees he noticed his load floating in mid air pooled up like cupped in a palm.
The spectral hand clapped over his lips and nose. Holding his breath he could feel the got liquid rapidly cooling on his lips. "Fucking gross what is this bitch doing! She can't be serious!?"
As if on queue her voice came into his head "peeping perverts get punished now drink up." Came her voice it slithered into his head.
"I'm sorry I thought there was danger. Wanted to help new sisters. I'm sorry I didn't mean too. I thought there was danger and you-" whatever was in his mind cut off before coming back.
"My hero. And our kings bravest knight. If you swallow this one I'll swallow as many as you want. Promise."
Eyes watering and desperate for air he opened his mouth and began sucking against the spectral palm on his face. His cock was hard and throbbing again. But uncomfortably stuffing it back into his pants he walked away and let the two alone.
Erich carefully laid the table back onto its legs and set Ultrel's neatly folded clothes on it before pulling himself up a chair. The pair of woman lied intertwined naked on the floor partially leaning against the wall.
"We'll while you two debriefing each other I talked to the three out there. They've agreed to go to Al Behrelzum with us. The minotaur and the sanguine are tentative about joining our ranks but are eager to leave this sun forsaken country. Alessio seemed more keen to join earlier. But seems quieter now did he meet with you two? He did disappear for a few minutes." The raspy voice of Erich was scratching its way out of a damaged speaker grill in his mask.
Noctissa's brow knit into confusion. "No it was just us. Wonder what changed?"
Ultrel peeled herself off the floor casting prestidigitation over herself and sat on the table beside Erich. "I think I might know what happened but if you don't mind I'd like to talk to him privately first? If thats okay with the two of you." Her smile and face beamed
"Fine but I don't think I like the look on your face. My Queen." Replied Noctissa.
A gentle knock came on the door. She was laying on her patio taking in the sun. "Come in she shouted. I'm on the patio!"
She already knew his soft unsure steps before he spoke. "I um well do you mind if I stay in the door I still don't like all this light." He stammered she could hear him edging into the door way and backing up. Nikolai was a timid and nervous young man.
"Of course you have good timing I was just coming inside anyway." She pulled the towel on the chair around her and went inside. Pulling the curtains over the door.
"I'm so sorry it was so exciting at first it's so warm and I'd never seen the sun but someday since feel like I'm going to ignite." He paused for a long fee moments "I'm sorry you had to come inside because of me."
A large hand gripped his head and began scratching at his scalp. "Stop apologizing. I told you I was coming inside anyway. And your company is never a bad thing. So did you just want to hang out or do you need something?"
"Oh um okay. It's actually important I want to take your offer. I want to accept. I'll be your bishop!....if if you weren't joking or still want me or don't hate me" he kept rambling getting quieter and quieter.
"That's great news! I'm happy your joining us. Kuotra and Alessio will be happy to hear your staying with us."
"Do. Do I need to do anything else... with you or." He flushed red then began draining of all his color as he talked.
"Oh no sweetie. Most of us have a tattoo of some sort but that's a personal choice. And to put any other worry at ease. Yes I'm the Matron of one of Lord Gorgavices great houses. And he is the archdevil of lust excess and perfection. So things tend to be a lot more open with us than maybe a lot of people are used too. Nobody is going to make anybody else do anything they don't want too." She picked him up and set him on the table and knelt down pressing her forehead into his. "And this is far more important your part of my family now. Nobody is going to hurt or take another member of my family again. And if anybody does hurt you. I will burn down everything they own. Rip put their souls and drag them to the darkest pits of the hells myself. And that is not a turn of phrase for me. Nobody hurts my family. You can be scared and that's okay being scared or weak isn't bad. It's what you do next do you stay week or do you try and grow even if it's in baby steps?" She stood up and helped him off the table. "Welcome to my family and becoming my first bishop. So figure out what kind of strong you want to be Nikolai and I'll help you reach it."
"Thank you Noctissa. I will be stronger for you. One day.." He nudged forward to be able to stand. "I've been practicing with Ultrel. My healing is getting much stronger. But I don't think I'm good at the damaging spells she can use. But something calls to me about the blood in others."
"Would you like to take a walk with me? I feel like wondering the city and people watching I'd like it if you joined me." Noctissa stood and let her towel fall to the floor and grabbed a sheer dancers top and skirt. She tied them on and began walking to the door she pushed the loop of her tail into his palm "you haven't left the villa since we got here have you? Are you scared of crowds?"
Taking the loop of her tail and jogging up to her side at her full height he didn't even meet her waist. "A little bit I was always kept in the church growing up. Then when the church was burned down the Father made it clear crowd's could hold assassins or spys so we avoided them as much as possible."
It had been nearly a year since Noctissa had first arrived in Al Behrelzum. The city was truly coming alive now. Most of the city streets had fabric covers shading the streets trying to keep the city cool. "So what do you think? I know there's still a lot of people. But what do you think? Before I start talking about what's changed." She beamed a smile down and placed her hand on the top of his head.
"It's still too much for me. But I think it's a happy place. Can tell that the people enjoy living here. And arnt as afraid to do things even as small as leaving their homes. I, I feel something in the blood of people around me almost like a melody a humming or vibration in the air and it tells me things about them. Their feelings general state of mind. Nothing concrete like telepathy I don't know how to really describe it yet. But the song of this city is the happiest I've ever heard." He wasn't acting shy now he was standing straighter. Noctissa was happy to hear him just speaking and enjoying himself.
"I'm glad to hear it. When I came here it was in the end of a civil war. I helped Ultrel wrap that up and began helping her rebuild the city. We intend to make this city a cultural center. But it's also my base on the material plane. We're building forces recruiting. I plan for this to be the safest place in the world for us." Emerging from a narrow walkway into a moderately sized plaza. Today it was loaded with with food vendors and at its center was a performing group. "So Nikolai would you like to have something to eat?"
"I well I've nev-" He couldn't finish his sentence as noctissa wrapped her tail around his arm and yanked him into the crowd.
"I forgot your still a picky little son of a bitch. Don't worry. I will break you." She smiled as she made the promise. "So first guess you need to work up a appetite." Leading him towards the center of the plaza there was a marilith coiled up on the ground playing some form of upright string instrument and some drums while a female opteran with solid white fur and skin kept floating on her wings around the musician dancing and juggling nearly a dozen Ormsby of multicolored light. The music upbeat and with a steady rhythm; Noctissa grabbed Nicolai by both hands and began tugging on them back and forth like a parent dancing with a young child. "Come on were not going to stop until you loosen up."
Giving up a few moments later and leading him away towards a food stand. And holding up two fingers the man working the stall ladled out batter onto his flat top grill slowly pouring it in spirals quickly peeling the dough off and spinning it over his head until it was nearly transparent then adding butter and honey making three layers he moved them topping them with onions and peppers then shaving meat down onto it and rolling it like a bouquet and handing one to each. "Well up to you sit down and eat here or would you like to resume our walk? And get away from the crowds for a bit."
"I'd like to keep going. I I like the dancing and I've never seen whatever the giant moth lady is. She looked soft.." He began to whisper.
"Would you like to hold onto my tail again?"
His colorless snow like face flushed dark red. "Yes" came the quiet answer. And her tail slid into his lowered empty hand getting his fingers into its loop. And Noctissa began to walk away making him rush to keep from being pulled. She only slowed down once they where on a empty side street and grabbed the top of his head again, rubbing her finger tips around the side of his head.
Passing another food stand Noctissa held up two fingers again this time they packed two cups with two different snow like food one bright red the other white with hints of yellow. "This might be one of my favorite things in this world. This is a mix of strawberries and lemons made by turning fruit juice into something like snow. But eat it slow or you'll hurt your head." The mid afternoon sun was beating down on the city and this frozen drink was a divine blessing. The smell of the sea was getting stronger until they finally emerged from the latest side street.
Nikolai stood frozen drinking in the wide ocean the smell of the salt the seaweed washing up on the beach. "I hadn't seen the ocean yet. We'll not like this. Back home it's black and has been polluted with blood magic. It's a horrible place it's poisonous and corrupt. Like the land was floating in a infinite black abyss only black and red everywhere. Your hair is the first time I think I've ever thought red was a pretty color. But I never had any clue blue could look like this. The way the clouds look so soft against it. Or how dark and cool the ocean is. I've been avoiding it I've been locking myself inside the villa. I'm sorry your bishop is so pathetic."
Glad he wasn't looking at her to see how red her face is. But knowing immediately what the next few things to do where. She knelt down behind him trapping him inside her arms and laid her head on his shoulder. "First that was beautiful. Second when I told you nobody ever hurts my servants. Or if they do ill destroy them." She took the drink from his hand and slapped the cup upside down on his head. "That includes you. Your first official order is never speak about yourself like that again. Because that means your questioning my judgment on who makes up my family. You can talk bad about the situation or the choices you make. But nobody will speak poorly about my bishop or any other member of my family. Third" Dropping her voice into a whisper directly into his ear. "So you think my hair is pretty Nikolai? Thank you. But looks like you spilled your drink on yourself guess the only option is too go swimming to wash yourself." Wrapping her tail around his forearm again and dragging him towards the beach.
"Wait! I can't swim please I'm scared!" He shouted uselessly as she pulled him towards the ocean.
"Nikolai? Your second order is keep showing me the bridges to the places your fears live. I'm going to put each of them to the torch. Until one day you can see the man you think will make me proud in the mirror." She didn't turn to look at him just kept marching towards the sea.
Looking up at her back. He decided ruby red against blue was the most beautiful combination of color.
Diaries of house Grimmory: Princess of Annihilation
Harrowing 2: Throne
She sat in the throne room the open balcony over looking the city and bay. She laid with her legs over the top of the ornate lounge; and ashed her yen tsiang in a container next to the lounge style throne.
Rolling off the lounge like a tortious on its back she plopped onto the floor with the scattered documents the representative had left with her. Picking up the closest one she skimmed over it's boring proposals. Outlines of new trade routs, a potential expansion to the port. Ideas for keeping the city relevant in trade and as a destination. Ulterel had read everything thoroughly over and over and over until she was sick of looking at them. The deal seemed great, fantastic even. They offered the world and all they wanted was to garrison their forces and be able to recruit among the city.
Noctissa had arrived on the material plane on the industrial iron isles. The volcanic islands where ore rich & where an important strong hold for the Seekers. Her current task was two fold. Establish diplomatic relations with the Matron of Al Behrelzum. Who had reached out to the chantry of the Makers for help. But the request had been intercepted by their plants within the city. And too try and recruit the Matron as her personal right hand. The notes Gorgavice's wife had left implied she'd be a good choice. Untying the string holding the dossier shut; she began spreading the contents out on the empty seats around her inside the dune crawler.
"40 minutes until we reach the docks ma'am." Buzzed the distorted voice of the driver in his compartment.
Acknowledging it but not responding she poured herself over the collected information.
Field report #01
Assets have landed in Al Behrelzum. Confirmation on reports of local government being ran by a council of seven noble houses. houses Paurish (human), Silver beards (dwarves), Rowanga (human), Askuh (Yuan-ti), Agaonth (nori), Dulad (kalashtar), & Fuligan (moonelf). Per orders am already attempting to integrate into the city.
There appears to be no formal city guard. Instead the guards report to the different houses and covering presumably house controlled territories. Tension between the districts is palpable. Making small talk word is there's something going on between the noble houses. The citizens seemd paranoid to hesitant to explain. Plenty of eyes and ears in the city. However I have learned it is a open secret most of the houses offer rewards for information.
End of report
Report #09
I have placed myself in the regional messaging center. Security is lax compared too the mainland. I have included multiple transcribed but encoded messages between multiple noble houses. The cypher has not yet been discovered. Although all the houses seem to be shoring up defenses and arming themselves. House Fuligin is the only one seemingly trying to protect the civilians in their districts. Paranoia is building to a flashpoint in the city.
End of report
Report # 10
priority 7 possible HK event
A casting of blood magic was cast over the city something last night. I have been unable to leave my residence since awaking. A storm is over the city with scalding blood instead of rain. Through the window I can see the blood rain is causing necrotizing of any organic mater it lands on. Unable to provide further recon until situation changes.
End of report
Report # 10
Some form of blood powered constructs have began moving through the streets. Going door to door providing food and other necessities and collecting lists of needed items. It has been 10 days since the rain started and has not yet ceased or even lightened. The constructs bear the sigil of house Fuligin.
They have not provided any information just that supplies will be delivered until the rain ceases. I am still confined to my residence. Will delay further reports until substantial information has been gathered.
End of report
Report #11
The rain finally ceased last night. It has been 34 days since it began. The constructs remind me of possibly precursor marks of the ones used in redacted. This is just speculation from my part though. Getting back to work information and gossip have been flooding through my office I'll include a list of things thay have come up enough with similar enough information to be plausible.
• The head of house Fuligin cast the blood rain in a battle with seemingly every other noble house.
• Ultrel Fuligin has moved into the capital building and began fortifying it.
• she is the only member of her family that has been seen
• the constructs have surrounded the other noble families compounds. And people in those districts have claimed to have seen or heard the constructs breaching homes and dragging supporters out into the rain then collecting the remains.
• the damage from the storm seems to have decimated the local flora and fauna. The bay has been polluted by the month of blood and necrotic material washing into it.
Despite the damage to the local area earlier today Ultrel put out a statement that the food and water will be taken care of and that to celebrate this change of the ruling body a celebration will begin in three days and last for one week.
End of report
The SKS Klaradim stayed at sea instead sending in ampbious landing craft. Three in total the first two with full compliments of seekers troops. The third carrying Noctissa and a group of delegates assigned to her for the meeting.
Going over the points in her head. "We will help suppress and deescalate any unrest from any surviving rival noble houses. In exhachange the Seekers will renovate and expand the port creating a navel base. The city will remain under her rule and she will keep full governance of it. But any seeker facilities will be outside of her control. As a show of good will the Seekers will inject money into the economy and use our connections to increase trade. The Seekers naval presence will also deal with piracy of merchants and cargo in Al Behrelzum waters." She quietly worked through the talking points. She leaned back letting the back of her head thump against the transports wall. "How did dad do this shit?" Grumbling quietly to herself.
The drive through the cramped streets was difficult for Noctissa. She had studied most of the world's cultures seen their art works, clothing, and so many more. But this was the first time actually being on the material plane. The heat, the humidity was new to her on its own. But the cramped streets the architecture was all brand new. She admired the snow white buildings with their azure blue accents and trim, and the glass murals inlaid into the walls the city was beautiful and a far departure from the infernal palace. Noctissa quickly falling in love with the city as she stared out the slit viewing port. But staying aware of her expressions in front of the diplomats they had been assigned to her for this mission and their true loyalties where unknown. A group of devils in uniform tailored suits sat quietly in the transport.
"Are they here to judge my work? Or just push through all the beurocratic mess?" The questions had been plaguing Noctissa since they set out. "Gorgavice is the archdevil of Excess, vice, and perfection. His mandates are exact and only completion to the smallest detail is acceptable. And he made me go from nobody to the head of one of the great houses." Shutting her eyes she purged the thoughts from her mind and centered herself.
"Drop off point is hot ma'am we're going to fall back." Came the distorted voice from the speaker in the cabin. "Hostiles unknown."
A thousand thoughts hit Noctissa's brain like deluge. But something in her clicked. "Negative proceed to drop point radio ahead to the escorts they are to deploy into the capital building secure the entrance. Then begin finding a defensible location to store the diplomatic team. Then myself and a squad will proceed into the villa. Attempt to find Ultrel. And either cut the head off the snake or extract her as the situation develops." Her tone carrying confidence a few minutes ago she didn't think she possessed.
Arriving at the destination she cast mage armor on herself and hitting her fist against the deployment ramp. Striding down and greeted by glowing hot brass and the acrid smell of burnt blood. The white cobble road drenched in blood the constructs from the reports lay shattered across the plaza. With each step the blood splashed up onto her legs and the bottom of her dress while a sickly pale light began growing from inside her.
A group of 4 men ran up to Noctissa. "Ma'am a secure location has been found for the other delegates we will accompany you to the target." The four men snapped a quick salute before shouldering their weapons again. "We where tasked with protecting you. So you have command but please Ma'am let us lead and we'll get you where you need to be." Pivoting on their heels with an about-face and breaking into a jog. They moved through the halls doing a quick search of each passing room. But pushing through too the sound of combat as quickly as possible.
The hammering on the barricade came like a the beating of a heart. The survivors of the Paurish & Silver-Bloods had come with mercenaries used them as folder and fought through the complex hunting Ultrel down. The last two blood constructs stood weapons readied at the door; and she had been able to conjure three blood elementals.
"Those doors are coming down any minute now. I'm going to make them work for my fucking head." Ultrel shuffled on the tips of her feat a small dance preparing herself for the fight. A wicked smile carved itself across her face.
The metallic clang of the doors locks breaking. It was followed by moments of a suffocating silence. Punctured by multiple twangs then hisses of pressure venting. As the constructs fired their crossbows then blowing out bloody steam towards the door. There was a grunt as the air was forced out of the first dwarf through the door as the bolts flew through his torso. Then a gargled frothing scream as his punctured lungs flooded while the super heated blood burned away his exposed face and hands. The elementals flanked Ultrel and began lobbing bloody bolts through the gap in the door while the constructs moved to either side of the doors. Their crossbows slowly reloading and the blood reservoirs repressurized. One put a articulated foot on the rolling Dwarf and drove its spike through his skull then retreat a few steps back to prepare for the next attacker. Meanwhile Ultrel danced and spun, with a word and throwing out her hands casting darkness on the door way.
With the sound of pneumatic thrusts and hisses followed by the thud of a body hitting the stone floor. Ultrel frowned, "I can't see their faces as they die in the dark. Fucking trash can't even make my death fun for me." Grumbling to herself. "Come on cowards bunch of big angry bastards and you can't kill a girl all by herself!"
"Suit yr'self whore queen." Came a gravely voice. Followed by a sharp whistle. She could feel the reverberation through the floor. Then thundering coming down the hall.
The battle was likely close to its end. Mangled corpses of humans and dwarves decorated the halls and rooms like the crimson leaves of fall. Accented by the broken brass constructs. A crash came from deeper into the complex.
"Double time it boys thats the destination." Noctissa commanded, the radiance in her flared and she cast a haste spell on the soldiers accompanying her. Sprinting through the halls to the commotion. One of her guards holstering his weapon and pulling a twisted string instrument from their back. Seeing a broken open door and a gaping hole in the wall besides it.
The one with his instrument shouldered it and hit the strings with a bow. A sharp horrific sound rang out. Like a panicked stuttering heart. And at its sound barbed wire spools shot out of the floors and walls. Ensnaring the dwarves and humans in the room. The other three men came in behind him and began to shoot the trapped invaders.
Last into the room Noctissa scanned it. Eight invaders humans and dwarves but at the back of the room was heavily armored monster with a thick slab of rough black iron it used as a tower shield. Standing over a battered and bloody drow woman. It turned and looked up at the towering woman. One head cackling the other snarling and drool running out of its helmet. Running at Noctissa the barbwire sprang up to grab it but the monster just ripped through it. With a portable ram strapped to its other arm it brought it up in a uppercut into the ribs of one of the troopers. Crushing his ribcage and throwing him to the floor.
"Don't let that thing close to the mistress" the one with the instrument barked. He twisted off the hose of his gas mask and a gout of green flames came out and coating the monster. While the third man ran up jumped on its back and stabbed the bayonet on his rifle into the meat between the two heads and began firing his rifle until the clip ejected out of the top with a ping.
With a flash of light Noctissa teleported across the room next to the crumpled drow woman. The light glowing inside her skin brightened at her hands and she touched the woman on the floor. She helped carefully guide the bones into place. Ultrel raised her hand shaking in what Noctissa thought was defense "No im hear to help I'm healing you then were going to move." Her voice soft and trying to be comforting.
Ulterel smiled teeth cracked and blood pouring from her lips. "The whore queen sentences you to death." Her hand exploded and her fingers peeled back and one of the bones from her arm rocketed out splattering both woman in more gore and impaled itself through the neck of the snarling monstrosities head. Before her hand unfurled itself and the flesh reknit.
"I see far for me to argue with the queen of the land. Boys move!" The trooper on the monsters back dove off. Noctissa fired a ray of light from her hand. The monsters armor glowed red and fell too it's knees. Striding up behind it, carefully removing its helmet. She dantilly placed a hand on either side of its head. Then firing another ray from both hands. Light shot from its eyes and mouth as it's head burned away and rot beneath her touch. Pushing the body of the monstrosity to the side Noctissa seemed to glide through the blood and wreckage. She again knelt down and began healing the injured trooper. "Check on Ultrel and prepare to move her to somewhere else I want too get out of this room."
They moved into a study mostly spared by the attack. Ultrel began casting prestigitation to remove the blood and viscera. Both woman tensed as there was commotion from the hall. It quickly melted for Noctissa as the other troops came in followed by the diplomatic team.
"How self conscious are you?" Ultrel asked
Caught off guard, "not very i-"
"Works for me." Ultrel interrupted her taking her by hand and the two disappeared in a red mist.
Reappearing in a large room with a open wall overlooking the city. Most of the floor taken up by a pool. "Strip and sit on the edge for me would you." Saying it like a order the tall drow woman pulled the tattered remains of her clothes off and sashaed into the water. Once in the pool she begins to float on her back. "You saved my life fought my battle for me. So I'll be blunt I owe you." With a heavy emphasis on the end of the statement. "Usually I love toying with people, getting to see looks as I push their buttons. But you saved my life so I want to tell you between us no games no act. So please join me. And we can talk about who the Seekers are and what you want in my city." She stayed floating on her back her pearly white and strawberry red hair drifting out around her.
Noctissa breathed out heavily it felt like a weight shed been carrying for days was suddenly gone and she kicked her heels off and pushed the dress off her shoulders and let it crumple to the floor and sat on the edge of the pool. "Well I graciously accept. Because truth be told I've never done this before. My father was killed and I had to take his position immediately. So I'll start at the top. The Seekers of the Silver Keys are a part of the Chantry of the Makers. Similar to the Ordo Nox or the Bearers of laws Spear. However we serve the Unnamed one. Our existence isn't exactly a secret. But our duties keep us far from public view. Our purpose is to seek out threats to the material plane and contain or eliminate them. And we want-" Noctissa stopped and caught her words in her throat.
Ulterel had moved quickly bobbing underwater and popping up between Noctissa's legs "we just survived a life or death fight and possibly your first one. And I said I owe you. But keep going I promise I'm listening." With that Ulterel buried herself between the pale thighs of the giant kin tiefling.
Noctissa immediately grabbed the back of the drows head "We will help rebuild any damage done by the fighting and support yo-yourrr. Fuck your good." Blushing at the slip and the pleasure. "We'll help you keep this city and and where was I?" Noctissa moaned.
With a wet pop followed by a thumb tracing circles around her clit. "You'd act as the police force for the city in exhachange for building a port to establish a naval presence. I believe the proposal I read also covered dealing with piracy in the surrounding waters correct?" She began kissing on the pelvis and slipped her middle and ring finger into Noctissa.
Leaning back on her elbows. "Mmmm yes exactly. I personally am the head of one of the great houses of the archdevil of lust, and excess Lord Gorgavice. This city would still answer to you as it's ruler but the seeker forces stationed herrreeee." Noctissa crooked her knee behind the other woman's head and pulled her in "keep your fingers in but go back to using your mouth I'm getting close. The. Forces. Would. Also bbbbbe. From my lord." Her sharp breaths speeding up trying to hold herself back to finish the sales pitch before she came. "We we we would help make this a tttthriving art culture and pleasure destination. And recruit from the mortals hereee." She finally reached her climax. Her tail flailing and slapping the floor. Her hips pulsing and loosing her grip on the woman between her legs. Panting hard "that is official. Personally I'm looking to build my inner circle. I'm alone. My family is dead and I'm alone. There's nobody I can trust and I have all this responsibility. And I don't know how to do it." The dam finally breaking all the corpses the blood. Her father everyone who had raised her. Noctissa sobbed on the floor. Not noticing the weight dragging itself up her length.
"Me too. My family are mutants I had to be the face my entire life. Had to rule this noble house as a child and now not even because I wanted it I'm in charge of this entire city. My entire family is dead too. They killed everyone. So your not alone right now. I'm just as broken so here's the deal. Right now you get it all out. I mean all of it. Be as ugly or vulgar as your heart needs. But of you do. You get me next time when I can't keep going?" She hugged Noctissa and laid her head between her breasts. "My God these are massive."
Noctissa held her back and let all the things she'd been holding in out. After the tears had run out and the sun was setting. "Are diplomatic meetings usually like this?" She half heartedly laughed and played with Ultrels hair.
"No but maybe meetings between friends are? Or what would I be if you recruited me?"
"Your title? Queen. But friend is better. I think I need those more than subordinates."
"We'll congrats mistress." The tone was sarcastic but she propped herself up and her tone became dire. "If this is the real you behind the mask you'll show in danger and those We can't trust. You just made both." Her lilac Skin becoming a much darker purple. "There is something I want from you as a friend and another as a subordinate. As my friend be honest with me even if it hurts if I do or say something stupid tell me I did. As my superior. She blushed harder and paused "punish me. I have been in charge since I was a little girl. I love breaking people I love being in charge I love corrupting a prude and snobbish bitch or bastard into my plaything. And that won't change. But if this is how open we are awning to be with each other. I want you to be the only one to do the same too me...and I want you to start tonight I failed to defend my keep and protect myself." Climbing off Noctissa and opening a chest at the far end of the room. "Please Ma'am punish me for my failure." She said meekly as she sat on her knees and placed her hands palm up on her knees.
Noctissa peeled herself off the floor and went over to the chest filled with restraints and other toys. "Get back in the pool go to the edge over looking your city. So anybody who looks up here will see those beautiful tits I'll make my choice and join you in a moment." Digging through the chest she found a gold toy shaped like a snake made out of gold it curved up to slot into her slit and act like a golden cock. Wading into the water and getting behind Ultrel she grabbed one breast and the other gingerly pulled her hair behind her shoulders. "I made my choice your going to orgasm for me just like I did for you. But your going to swear your fealty to me for all too hear. But you get a choice front or back?" She slid her hips forward and rubbed the gold toy against the pale lilac ass of her new queen.
"Front please Ma'am" Ultrel whispered and began positioning herself.
Noctissa whipped her tail around and pulled it across Ultrel's lips "then the front will be for personal moments between my friend and rewards for my subordinate. You failed and are getting punished" leaning down and whispering the words into the ear of her new queen then kissing the ear tip.
Ulterel smiled wide knowing she found a kindred spirit reaching down she grabbed her own cheeks and spread them. I pledged myself to you Noctissa Grimmory body and soul."
Noctissa grabbed her friend by the hips and slowly pushed the gold toy into her ass. Once all the way in "now get going." With another kiss to the ear tip she began thrusting. The two of them colliding making the pools water churn like the ocean in a storm.
Casting thaumaturgy "I Ultrel Fuligin swear. Swear my alliance to Noctissa Grimmory together. We will lead this city to a neeew age of prosperity. She has sworn to protect. Harder please Noctissa. My citizens. In the coming months she will renovate our port and help grow our businesses and trade routes."
During her speech the other devil attendees took flight to the tower they where in. "Making her swear loyalty while being publically sodomized? Lord Gorgavice will be very happy." The incubus flew down and attempted to grope Ultrel. Only to have his hand shot with a scorching ray from Noctissa.
"This was part of our deal and while she has deemed me worthy if humiliating herself to show her loyalty. She is now my queen and will be shown the respect going forward her title allows. Now return to the ship and report to Gorgavice the mission was success and I have recruited the first member of my family." Scawling at the incubai and succubai until they left. "Nobody mistreats you." Pulling out and carrying her to a lounge on by the pool. "Punishment is over." sliding her hand between her legs "time to reward my subordinate for a job well done." She smiled and kissed Ultrel and laid beside her.
• Role: aristocratic family. Tracing their lineage and influence back many generations.
• Personality: inquisitive & curious. Keen to investigate and wants to look into new and intriguing things
• Motivation: legacy, personal & betterment. Hoping to leave a personal legacy separate from their lineage. And is driven wishes to better the lives of others in long lasting ways.
• Flaw: amateur. Thrust into a position of power either completely or partially unprepared to handle.
• Intrigue: powerful enemy political. They made a powerful enemy of someone who holds great influence or authority within their body of politics and who is not afraid to use that clout against them
Three lies people have heard about the character:
• is careless and acts on impulse
• that she's only riding on her father's reputation
• is oblivious and unaware of anything around her
Three facts people have heard about the character:
• an inexperienced leader but cares for those around her
• has a tendency to attract strange people into her life
• was sheltered and os struggling with some naivete
Backstory:
Raised by her father Druzzarian Grimmory in the second layer of the hells. Her father an accomplished general and leader of one of the archdevil Grimmories familial heads. Killed under suspicious circumstances. Noctissa was thrust into command of the Grimmory house while the other factions cannibalize her families assets. The archdevil himself tasked her with going to the material plane and recruiting first her inner circle. Then to use them to achieve his goals and investigate the death of her father. With the secondary goal of establishing foot holds on the mortal world as she went.
Naive and curious of a new world too her Noctissa manages a bright and excited demeanor. Trying to play up her naivety to keep her enemies underestimating her.
Diaries of house Grimmory: Princess of Annihlation
Harrowing 1: flames
The summons had come early last night. Requiring her to arrive in the morning. Noctisa's appearance was immaculate. Raised within the Palentine Palace the perfected standards came as second nature. But still she had never met Gorgavice in person only her father had the privilege of meeting their sire. However he had been away on a mission for sometime now dispatched into the material plane. Picking out sleek black dress with a semi open back of crisscrossing black lace resembling the back of a corset. It hugged her curves with a window on either side going from torso to the middle of her hips on either side before flowing out at her knees.
Giving a twirl in front of the mirror after fully dressed. Happy with how the lower end of the dress flowed but hugged the rest of her body. Noctisa was a tiefling her mother had been firbolg and her father a incubus and head of the house of Grimmory.
"Alright you where going to meet him one day. Just didn't expect it like this but your ready." Closing in on the mirror she straightened a few stray crimson hairs. Made sure her crown of horns weren't tangled and proudly presented. Happy with her appearance she began marching through the halls of the archdevils personal domain. The infinite palace of Excess she had lived here her entire life. Every form of pleasure, excess, artistic expression,and suffering could be found in his domain. A section cordoned off for her father. The patriarch of house Grimmory. Her father had been a lover of the arts and as such his wing of the palace had been filled with beauty. But still shed seen much the palace had to offer in her life.
Striding down the corridors they where oddly quiet today. The white noise of moans and screams and the palace where still there. But her home was empty.
"Why is it so damn quiet in here? Where is everyone?" She said out loud too herself as she marched through the halls. "Something for later I need to get to the throne room."
The throne room was a titanic length reaching up into a nebula filled abyss at its height. With six pillars on either side of the room. The pedestals of each pillar with a tributary niche inset into each side. A small statue and candles dedicated too the lords of the houses coming from the archdevil Gorgavice. The pillars themselves becoming twisting humanoid forms lost in eternal ecstasy intered within the marble. Hundreds if not thousands of damned souls twisted slowly around the surface. Taking days to emerge, submerge and repeat. The floors where a polished mirror of black stone laced with gold veins. At the end of the titanic throne room was ornate throne. His servants devil and mortal alike scuttled at the edges of the room. Disappearing into the shadows they moved like ghosts doing their jobs.
"Ah Nactisa, my lovely niece thank you for your punctuality." His voice slid down the length of the throne room. Despite his distance his voice felt like a whisper kissed onto her ears.
Gorgavice one of the great devil lords and master of the second layer of the hells; sat in his throne at the far end of the throne room. Today his titanic form was more humanoid. Pale flawless alabaster skin his thick white hair flowing gently in the air as if he's underwater. Purple eyes appearing as purple stars in a black abyss.
The throne itself built to accommodate his four arms flanked with thrones for his wives. Though they rarely used them from what Noctisa had been told. Preferring to sit on him or or his arm wrests if they ever attended his court at all. Today there was two with him. Sperrow & Galatea. The former a former high elf ruby hair flowing freely down to her back. She wore a loose toga leaving her right breast exposed with tattoos of interlocking circles going from just below her right jaw down her neck making a sleeve to her finer tips and presumably down her right side. She sat on his left shoulder legs dangling down while she leaned against his head hands playing inside his flowing hair. The latter Galatea sat on the lower right arm wrest. Dressed in the uniform of the archdevils chosen personal attendants. Though all in the infinite palace knew she was no slave. But her skin was white as snow her solid golden eyes the only part of her face not hidden by her hair or silk veil. Her origins where a mystery to all but Gorgavice himself. An aasimar the only one outside of the mortals ruling over the Empire on the material plane and their successors. As Noctissa finally got to the theory up to the throne and prostrate herself in front of Gorgavice and the two of his wives.
"Oh is this Druzzarians daughter?" Asked Galatea playfully. S she jumped frome the throne and floated landing behind the prostrated tiefling.
"Yes." Came his voice he spoke quietly but the archdevils voice still rattled Noctisa's bones. "My dear niece, do you know why you where summoned today? Why the grimmory wing of my palace was empty today?"
Her blood running cold she was glad her face was towards the floor. The progenitor of her kind expected perfection in all things and held his servants to the highest standards. "No my lord. My father kept me out of his work. Insisted in it he claimed I would t be able to escape it one day. So to enjoy the time he was able to give me." Speaking clearly and with purpose but not raising her face until given invitation to address her progenitor.
"There where those that claimed your father was raising a weak heir. That his coddling of you would only weaken our forces when it came time to make you the head of the Grimmory house." Sperrow spoke now her voice melodic and gentle. "What do you think my love? Did Druzzarian set her up for failure?"
"Look up at me girl" Gorgavice said.
Noctisa stayed prostrated just raising her face. Knowing Gorgavices orders where exact and expected to be followed exactly as he said. When she raised her face his was directly in hers. His skin now lilac. The stars that made his eyes burst and the fire swirled and spiraled in the abysal sockets. The smile slashed across his face seemed to keep growing jagged serrated fangs filling his maw. "Are you afraid of me dear niece? Do you think I would kill you here and now? That your father's coddling ruined you?" His voice coming from somewhere other than his mouth. It was deep and rumbling that hurt hearing it so close.
"Afraid yes, my lord I have only heard of you and was and still am unsure why I am here. I also believe if you wished you'd kill me and forget me before my body went cold. But I do not believe I am worthless. My father was the head of one of your great houses. Not a position earned or kept easily. And he raised me to replace him one day. I could only assume my upbringing was to your standards if not the norm. So no my lord I think you have a purpose for me today. Though I am afraid of you and what that purpose is." Noctisa spoke just as concisely as she had previously but now cold sweat was prickling it's way across her back and arms. He was impossibly hard to look at the spiraling purple flames in his eyes threatened to consume her. Like if she kept starring she'd fall in to he immolated for eternity. Or swallowed whole by the ever growing maw.
"So honest. Do you think she's ready?" Galatea spoke again sounding like she was crouching beside Noctisa. Confirmed the moment she felt slender fingers creeping into her hair straightening it and pulling it back along her spine.
"Perhaps not. But there is little choice I suppose." Gorgavice leaned back and sat cross legged front of Noctissa back to the more humanoid appearance and without the suffocating presence. "Rise Noctisa. Stretch, stand, sit. That position is hardly comfortable and I wish for you to be comfortable going forward." He slid a talon under either of her palms and helped guide her into a kneeling position. And gestured she was free to move as she saw fit now.
Rolling her neck and smoothing out the tightly fit dress. Mentally preparing herself. They kept speaking as if she was becoming the head of house Grimmory now. With how empty and quiet it was on her way to the throne room. Noctisa sucked in air through her nose and held the breath for a moment before asking. "Did something happen to my dad? I mean Lord Grimmory."
Gorgavice smiled slightly "Right to the point then. Yes he was slain along with most of his inner circle. There was a ambush but we know infuriatingly little of what transpired. Or how a devil of his stature along with his entourage. Could be slain so quickly. It is incredibly frustrating." The last word being nearly hissed out as his brow knit itself with frustration. Before snapping back to the pleasant expression of a moment before. "You have my condolences Noctisa but you our now the matriarch of house Grimmory. If your fathers wishes could be respected I would have allowed you time to grieve. That however is not possible someone killed my nephew your father and some of my finest servants and warriors. There is work to be done." He paused before holding up a single talon'd finger. "There is some credit you are not ready to lead a house not yet at least. So we will be shrinking it for the time being. This is not a slight on you dearest niece. You will be answering to me directly from hereinafter. Until your proven a competent leader to act on your own I will be giving you missions of import. Your first will be creating your inner circle. Those who would die and kill for you. Bring them into your house. Build a force that can find those who wronged us and bring our retribution too them."
The next few moments stretched into hours in her head. Noctisa stood trying too process her father was truly dead. It felt impossible too her. But snapping too there would be time later. "As you wish my lord."
"Good. Good." Gorgavice chimed. "Head home and collect your things you'll be leaving soon and I don't think you'll be returning soon." He stood and turned ascending to his throne and retaking his seat and both woman returning to their previous seats. With a bow she turned and returned to her home within the Palentine Palace.
Hours had passed her eyes puffy and red. Her feelings had exploded out as soon as she'd gotten into her room. Even as her emotions came out in a deluge she was throwing her clothes and belongings into and at her bags. When a knock came at her door.
Pulling on a robe and tossing her hair back she walked to the door and opened it. Standing a few steps back from the door now was a short man originally a zoog dressed in a black and purple velvet suit, with a lace jabot. Naud Gamigan was the head of the Gamigan house. One of the great devil houses sired by Lord Gorgavice.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you. But I wished to pay my respects to you directly and as soon as possible. Me and your father rarely saw eye to eye but he had my respect." The creature bowed his head slightly. "Although I did want to be the one to tell you. Do to your inexperience most of the Grimmory assets where transferred to make sure they wouldn't be lost further weakening our sires forces. It wasn't personal but we must remain strong during these grim days." The tentacles around his maw wiggled and squirmed at the final words. But Noctisa didn't know his species enough to interpret the body language. "But I will leave you to grieve and pack I hear you have a new task to prepare for." It bowed again and pivoted on its small talon'd feet and walked away crossing its arms behind its back.
Noctisa carefully closed the door, leaned against it forearms and forhead against the ornate door and quickly wove the handling and cast silence on her room. Emptying her lungs until she could feel her throat failing in the deafening silence. Slamming her fists repeatedly into the door. Skinning her knuckles and punching holes clear through the wooden door. Spinning around to find something else to destroy. Stopping suddenly seeing a sickly green Goblin sitting on her bed. A Cheshire smile stitched across her face. Wearing a simple black top and white pants. Before Noctissa could say or do anything the goblin held her hands behind each ear. Dispelling the silence the rage was swelling up. "Who in the fu-" cut off mid sentence.
"So your Druzzarian's spawn. Liked him he wasn't any competion for my danger snek. But he laughed at my pranks on the others." The goblin said reminiscing.
"Who are you. And how the hell did you get in here!?" Noctissa screamed. But her voice cracked.
The goblins head snapped sideways starring at the towering devil. "I guess he does let me keep more privacy and doesn't force me into public appearances. But I'm Braith. Braith Lunafell, fourth wife of Gorgy. He asked me to deliver some things to you personally and to give you advice." She paused straightening her head, "First is a list of potential recruits you'll have to do the work personally but there's people we've had our eyes on. First and possibly most important is the girl struggling to gold the city of Mirages on the material plane. You'll need a base and I don't think you'll be coming back here anytime soon. Next be careful of your allies. Not everything is at it seems. And your inner circle needs to be capable. You never know what they'll need to overcome."
"Thank you Mistress Lunafell. I'll take your words to heart. But please knock next time?" Noctissa asked politely.
"No." Smiled the Infernal goblin. "Would you say your self confident?"
"What?"
"You think you got nice tits?"
Noctissa flushed red "W-wh-"
"Nice thighs? Abs? Hair? How confident are you? Think you could be naked publically? Think you'd be composed?"
"Why are you asking!?" Noctissa roared her patience finally gone.
"Because I want to know if when you meet her if I should sneak along to see how embarrassed you'll be. But if your be fine I'm not gonna waist my time." Braith twisted around laying her head over the side of the bed again that Cheshire smile carved across her face. "I think I have my answer though." At that her body burst into black smoke then folded in on itself until it vanished.
Confused, exhausted, tired in more than one way. Noctissa looked at the stack of bound envelops the wife of her sire had left. But decided she'd read them and pack later. It was time to end today.
