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venominyourcoffee · 2 years ago

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This Witch Has Me Bewitched

After a month of questing, in the mid of summer Jinx, Cebas and Zetari had said goodbye to Veronica who said they had to deal with problems back home. Cryptic and laced with anger, Veronica’s words were clear this was vampire business. The day Zetari saw Veronica off on her boat voyage, the two girls held hands. Sadness was clearly painted on Zetari’s face, as her cheek was caressed by Veronica’s cold hand. Only love and and care shined in Veronica’s red and yellow eyes as a warm smile was followed by a psychic message assaulted Zetari’s spinning subconscious. “I will find you again. And we will embrace in each other’s arms under the moonlight. Do not give up on me sweetie. I will always hold you in my fondest memories.” Those words, laced with such love and genuine care broke the Teifling, as tears burned her face more then hells fire ever could. The two drifted miles apart, but neither left each other’s mind or hearts.

It was the mid of fall, as the party settled in a tavern of a now ghost town. Their grim work to give the goddess Hella her army had left many towns vacant of life but drowned in death. The party set up in the now abandoned tavern of the dead village. The large Drow warrior Cebas sat down with a huff as he wiped his brow of sweat as he sat his heavy weapons on the floor. His gruff voice rung with the heavy tone of exhaustion. “Alright… that’s another what- five thousand? Isn’t that enough?” Jinx, the confident second in command was busy looting the corpses of the poisoned dead, who’s body stinks of mushrooms, ash and sulfur, and pure sick as their throats melt for, the toxins. Jinx raises their head to stare at Cebas. “What’s our total? Like… 30,000? Let’s see two thousand bought Hella a good month of power… so this would buy her a year right?” Zetari, who was looting her share and shaking her head responded. “You know what they say. Jokes about murder aren’t funny, unless they are executed properly.” Zetari shoots Jinx some finger guns, which follows Jinx fighting then surrendering to her laughter as Cebas rolls his eyes. Zetari smiled and shook her head as she stood up. “Look, until Veronica gets back, I say we keep going. Wipe this country of cunts off the map. When Veronica gets back, she’ll give the final say.” Jinx gave a smug look as they said “oh your just kissing ass so you can kiss something other then her ass.” Zetari chuckled and quickly made a comment. “Hey what can I say, I love that ASSassin.” Followed by more finger guns. Zetari and Jinx were about finishing up their looting when Cebas made a silence motion. “I hear something…” he whispered with narrowing eyes. The party grabbed their gear and tip toed to the windows to see if there was any danger. Though the curtains and listing to the whistling of the wind, the party saw something they’ve never seen. A living soul after their massacre. Walking through the valley of death, was a tall hooded figure in a full robe like attire which covered their entire physique. However through the defining silence of the dead village, a single sound could be heard as the party readied their ambush. The tall hidden figured was singing a song as their cloaked figure almost glided across the dirt path like an Angel of death.

The song was distant but became clearer as it sounded like a female. “*The night… she calls me… she calls me… she sways in her velvet dress… and pulls… me closer to the dark… while… the others rest…*” the song was sung with melancholy, as if a broken record was set to play. The party was confused, except Zetari. In Zetari’s mind a flash of a memory strikes at her. The memory of a moonlit night, silk restraints, wandering and caring hands, a lustful moan and a sweet voice singing this exact song. A song Veronica had written and sung for Zetari on their month anniversary. Zetari could feel her heart stop as she immediately ran out into the road, despite her companions protest. “Veronica? Veronica!? Veronica is that you!?” Was all Zetari could think as she ran to the figure. However as she got closer to the figure, she realized it couldn’t be Veronica. This figure was too short, thin and not as well endowed as her loving Mistress. Cebas drew his weapon, as did Jinx as they took a defensive stance ready to back Zetari up. Zetari knew it wasn’t Veronica but she needed answers. So she ripped the cloak way, and revealed a horrid sight. A human woman in her late 30s, wearing only a bar and panties, her skin pale, her eyes stained with tears and a dead pan face. The most noticeable thing was her tattoos. Hundreds of tattoos laced her skin all written in a demonic old forgotten tongue. “What the fuck!?” Zetari exclaimed loudly as the party ran to her side. Confused, Cebas studied the tattoos. “Abyssal? Maybe infernal? I can’t make heads or tales of it…” the tattooed woman stopped singing and began to speak. “Z-Zetari… please… r-read…” she said in a broken monotone voice as she held out her hands and produced a pure black envelope with a red wax seal. Zetari took the envelope and tore it open and was surprised to see Veronica’s handwriting.

“My darling belovid, I write to you in apologies for being gone for so long. I know not if you can forgive me but I hope I still hold a place in your heart. I have thought of you for every night we spent apart. Your beautiful eyes and how they glow in the moonlight, your gorgeous voice that has sung such sweet and sensual music to my ears, the very scent you have and most of all your tender touch. I have moaned and preyed your name every night as my hands explore my aching desire to be with you again. My moans as prayers to any god that will bring you back to me. I have missed you so much. But this letter comes with good news my love. Follow this girl, a fraction of what I can do now. Follow her, and she will lead you and you alone to me. You will fall into my arms at long last. Sincerely and ever lovingly yours. *Veronica*.”

Zetari’s eyes widened as she shouted “she’s alive I knew it!” Over the course of 10 minutes Zetari got her belongings together and told the party she planned to leave. “When are you getting back?” Cebas asked. “Whenever she feels like bitch! Go get your girl Zet! We’ll kill this whole land so you and Veronica can watch Hella kill some gods.” Jinx gave a warm hug goodbye to wish her well on her travels. “I’ll be back soon. Stay safe Captan.” A sad but warm smile sent Zetari off. Her and the weeping girl traveled to the closest port, a previous victim of the parties quest to make Hella unstoppable. In the dead and silent port village, a single ship was docked, its flag a black background with a bloody dagger on the symbol. The crew all had similar attire of the cloaked girl. All silently crying and covered in tattoos. The crew was silent as they lead Zetari to her sleeping quarters and told her to stay there. Surly they didn’t mean the entire voyage did they? How long was this even going to last? These questions rushed through Zetari’s mind as she started to worry Veronica was in danger. Troubled but determined, she laid her belongs on a bench and sat on the bed. “Please be ok Veronica…” Zetari mumbled to herself as she felt the ship begin to sail. Zetari could feel the waves knock the ship back and forth as it set sail, the sound of ship busywork played above her as she could hear the crew walk around. However something caught Zetari off guard. The crew began singing in unison.

“*All hands… final voyage… dead men… tell of savage… all hands… the waves are cold… all hands… through night we are bold…*”

They sang all in unison, as if some sea shanty from hell. Zetari fekt her anxiety grow, especially when she looked out her cabin window and saw the horizon start to disappear in a cloud of thick fog that slowly turned everything outside in a black shadow. And the crew kept singing. Zetari was no fool, as she pulled her weapon of choice and readied a few combat spells and was prepared to fight. Her heart was pounding as the crew droned on and on with their horrid macabre melody. She was ready for a fight, but something felt off.

Eventually the singing stopped and the world faded back to vision outside, but it was different. Outside was a blood red moon on a horizon of a black sea and the ship seemed docked. The door opened and it was the woman Zetari first met, but something was different. She was smiling, seeming happy and her tattoos gave a slight faint red glow as she bowed. “The mistress is expecting you, miss Zetari.” Zetari instantly seemed confused, asking a question still in a defensive pose. “Mistress? Where are we!? What master do you serve!?” She hissed with anger and building anxiety. The woman nodded and bowed. “You are on the far shore of our masters homeland. And our mistress is addressed as Veronica Snow.”

Hearing that phrase almost calmed her instantly as she lowered her guard. “Good god Veronica… what have you been up to?” She mumbled to herself as the girl lead her off the ship. The sand was pure black and the crew were all smiling as if they were among family. Zetari was confused until she was taken back by a massive castle close to the shore of the beach her ship was docked at. The towering spirals and gothic architecture were stunning and made this feel like somewhere else entirely. Was this hell? That question had darted in and out of Zetari’s mind. She was lead along a carved stone path up to the castles main door. The door was massive with black iron braces and the smell of blood was thick and pungent around the door. The now happy cloaked knocked on the door which rung out like a church bell. Within seconds the door slowly creeped open by an unknown force. The massive doors revealed a massive room with black rose wallpaper, gold accents, a massive central staircase, beautiful dark red strained glass windows, armor sets from seven eras, and the lingering sound of violins being played. As Zetari stepped in, the smell of blood was replaced with elegant wine and the smell of roses and lavender. The doors slowly creeped closed behind her, trapping her in this gothic dream scape. “What the fresh funky hell is this…?” She couldn’t stop herself from saying such a statement while she admired the decor. Her eye went wide when she saw what art was hanged in the wall. They were all oil paintings of Veronica and Zetari, some tasteful and some a bit more lewd but all were beautifully made.

Zetari attempted to try and make some reason of this, until her eyes widened as a familiar silky voice rang in her ears. “Ah~ doth my lust and yearning deceive my poor still heart? Or has my prayers been answered and my darling love has been returned to me?” Zetari quickly spun around to face the long winding staircase where she saw her. A tall woman with pale white skin, long red nails, yellow and red eyes glowing in the shallow light and a long flowing black lace dress with long red and black hair. Veronica Snow, the sight almost made Zetari cry as she ran up to hug her tight. Zetari’s face smashed right into Veronica’s ample chest which was largely exposed by the cleavage of the dress. It was a deep comfort for Zetari as she felt Veronica hold her close and lightly pet her hair. This calming sensation of safety and the coldness of Veronica’s skin was such a familiar but deep feeling for Zetari that almost brought her to tears as Veronica spoke softly. “Oh it’s alright doll. I’m so sorry for leaving you. I’m just glad your safe and I can give my love the life she deserves.” Zetari pulls herself together as she is confused by that statement and slowly looks up at her gothic butterfly of a girlfriend. “What do you mean?” She asks with a slight sniffle as she tries not to cry. Veronica smiles warmly and kisses Zetari’s cheek. “Come with me my love. I will explain.” Veronica takes Zetari’s hand and guides her through the castle hallways, all decorated with more lavish paintings of the couple and blooming rare flowers and plants. Even more cloaked figures line the building as they act as maids and staff as their all wearing similar tattoos and red robes.

Eventually Zetari is taken into a walled in safe garden. The garden is full of beautiful rare flowers which bloom with brilliant bright colors which contrast with the darker gothic world around them. Zetari could see butterflies of bright reds and blues fly around the flowers as thick lush green vibes climb their way up the dark brick walls as it smelled like a beautiful hand crafted perfume. Zetari’s was taken back as many of the flowers being grown were flowers she had told Veronica she liked. Veronica sat Zetari down on a lush and soft patch of grass and placed a flower crown of carnations on Zetari’s head and held her hands close. “My love I should explain why I left. I had learned of a dying vampire lord who held great power and was in debt to my clan. I had learned I could inherit their power and that made me think of one thing… you.” Zetari looked surprised. She knew Veronica was wicked and power hungry, so why was she thinking of her? Veronica continued. “I am aware in our relationship I am in charge. I control when you touch, when you climax, what you are and are not allowed to say around me… but with that level of submission and trust, I must show equal care and respect. I hold you close to my heart and in our short time together I have rediscovered what love feels like. I gained the power of this vampire lord nit to become stronger. But so I could give you the life you deserve. Covered in my love and gold and living in luxury that was not fated in the cards you were dealt.”

Zetari was so taken back that tears started to finally flow. “V-Veronica what are you talking about?” Veronica smiled and caressed Zetari’s face and wiped the tears away. “I’m saying you are my forever. You are the blood I crave. You are the moon I worship. You entice and excite me like the very night itself! You are my moonlight, for without you I cannot live, nor would I wish to.” Zetari was silent as a dumb love struck smile covered her face as she leaned into the caring touch. “Thank you Veronica.”

Veronica smiled and slowly leaned closer to Zetari, and she did the same. Within seconds their lips were inches apart as Veronica could feel the hot breath on her lips. Zetari’s chest started to move up and down as her breathing got faster and heavier. “Please” Zetari begged. “Please kiss me!” Veronica smiled and gave out a wicked chuckle. “So in the moment and you still know the manners i taught you. Such a good girl for me~” the familiar dominant tone to Veronica’s voice had retuned, and it was like sweet refreshing water in a desert for Zetari. Veronica gave in with a chuckle and gave Zetari the kiss she craved. The kiss was slow at first, while Veronica gently caressed Zetari’s cheek as her other hand snaked it’s way to her hip and pulled her closer until Zetari was sitting in Veronica’s lap and held her tight. As Zetari sat in the lab of her love, being held close, having her hair stroked, she couldn’t stop a few moans escaping as the kissing went on and on. After 30 seconds, Zetari allowed her mouth to open so her and Veronica could French kiss. Feeling Veronica kiss her so passionately and with such love and building lust, Zetari began to whine and whimper and moan as her chest heaved with her quickly fading breath. Veronica took this as a sign to further her advances. Veronica on her part missed this so much. Hearing her adorable submissive girlfriend whine and moan was the only music she had wanted to hear all month. Finally hearing it was like a drug, pure ecstasy. Veronica deepened the kiss and slid her hand up Zetari’s thigh and along her pant leg. Zetari felt her being felt up and then it happened.

When Zetari and Veronica first had sex, Zetari was exposed to something new. The feeling of giving over control, the feeling of getting genuine praise and letting go. It all built into this beautiful bliss-like high. Zetari felt as if she was going lightheaded as her body and mind relaxed more and more as Veronica took control. It was lust, primal lust, but it was also love, care, respect and tender. Zetari could hear the words from that night on repeat. The same words Veronica whispered into her ear as Veronica’s long, slender and cold hands explored Zetari’s aching heat. “Good girl~ let it out, don’t hide. Your beautiful so beautiful! Let it all out. It’s ok, your safe with me. Let me see all of you. Let me hear those moans you’ve kept quiet for so long~ let me see your beauty in full shine~ good girl~ that’s it, good girl for me~” Those words would always make Zetari blush and her legs weak. And now, after so long apart, she was feeling it again. The bliss, the high, the rush of blood that went from her brain straight to between her legs. Zetari’s moans and whimpers got louder and Veronica noticed. Veronica grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled her head away from Zetari, a thin string of saliva connecting their tongues and lips. Zetari’s eyes were watery and glossy as the clear look of nonverbal begging was written all over her face. And despite Zetari trying to dive back into her obsession, Veronica’s grip on her hair kept her in place as Veronica ran a thumb over Zetari’s parted lips. Veronica smiled with a wicked grin. “Oh my oh my~” her voice was drunk off the lust and full of sensual tones. “My poor kitten has missed her mistress so much. Have you missed me, doll?” Zetari, slightly drunk off her spinning mind, simply whined and nodded her head. Veronica smiled and gently laid Zetari on her back and muttered an arcane incantation. Veronica pinned Zetari down as two ghostly hands appeared in thin air and slowly undid Zetari’s pants and her buckles. Veronica kissed Zetari deeply as Zetari’s eyes fluttered closed as her pants were loosened and pulled down past her ankles.

Zetari’s lower torso was now bare except for the very tight white panties which had a very large and growing dark wet patch around her crotch. Almost without thinking, Zetari spread her legs and Veronica noticed, as her long fingers caressed and snaked down her lovers bare thigh. Veronica moaned as she pulled away to kiss and lightly bite Zetari’s neck and began to whisper into her ear as her fingers danced around Zetari’s waist. “What do you desire my love? Muster what’s left of your sanity and will and tell me what you want. I will give you whatever you desire. Your wish is my command my darling~” Zetari’s heart was racing, her breath hot and heavy and her focus fading. “P-please!” She begged loudly and without a steady breath and through a loud whimper. “Take me Veronica! Make me remember! Make my body remember your command! Take me!” She moaned and whined, on the verge of tears out of desperation and sexual frustration. Veronica listened as her cold hand snaked it’s way underneath the waist band of Zetari’s panties, which earned a sharp loud moan from her. Veronica used her hand to gently rub between Zetari’s folds, using her thumb and palm to make slow, deep circular motions on her clit. Not enough to give significant pleasure but just enough to build the fire building in Zetari’s core. Zetari’s mouth as agape as moans and whines flowed like water as her back began to arch and her eyes finally producing tears out of pure desperation.

Veronica was drinking in every noise her beloved was making like a fine aged wine. Zetari wanted to cover her mouth, embarrassed how quickly and easily she fell apart for her gothic heart stopper. She wanted to cover her mouth so bad, but then she heard the words from that first night again. “*let it out, don’t hide. Your beautiful so beautiful! Let it all out. It’s ok, your safe with me.*” those words almost soothed Zetari and let her slip into the calmness. Veronica felt Zetari relax as her moans were let free, and thus Veronica finally slid her digits into the hot wet weak spot that Zetari craved more stimulation. Zetari let out a loud scream-like moan as she yelled “goddess yes!” Hearing that triggered something in Veronica as her eyes darkened. “Goddess? Not god? Goddess specifically? Was… was she praying to me? Does she see this pleasure as powerful as a gods power? Do I make her feel that good? Fuck… FUCK I want her to say that again!” These dominant thoughts flooded Veronica’s mind as a darker lust filled her. Like an animal who smelled blood. Blood… she needed blood, she needed Zetari. Very, very bad. Veronica let out a deep grunting moan as she whispered into Zetari’s ear. “Beg.”

Zetari’s eyes shot open as she heard the command. It sent a bolt of pleasure shooting throughout her body as if a switch was triggered. Something came over Zetari, something primal and deep rooted. A fury of pleads and moans flowed from her. “P-please! Please let me cum mistress! Please I’ll do anything! P-please let me c-cum!” These begging pleads fueled Veronica as her fingers moved at a greater speed, hitting Zetari’s most sensitive spots driving her crazy. Veronica was going without mercy and something in Zetari snapped and with a whimper and a loud scream-like moan escaped her mouth as she gripped the grass under her and shouted “PLEASE MY GODDESS MAKE ME CUM!” That one sentence drove the fire in Veronica to burn ever brighter and drove her to more intense action. Veronica removed her hand and stood back, staring at the slick liquid on her fingers with a hungry stare. Zetari laid breathless, her eyes glossy and fluttering open and shut. Veronica licked the sweet juices from her fingers and smiled. Delicious, truly better then blood.” With that, Veronica lifted Zetari’s legs and threw them over her shoulder and immediately latched her mouth over Zetari’s wet blooming flower.

The sudden feeling of one pair of lips meeting another made Zetari jump and jolt as Veronica’s tongue was long and reached every sweet spot inside Zetari. Veronica’s lapped up every drip of Zetari’s dripping honey with a vigorous hunger and quickly gaining satisfaction. Zetari was screaming her moans as her hands instinctively grabbed and gripped her lovers hair and pull her closer as she chased her high. The only things coming out of her mouth was “please”. The screamed moans filled the emptiness of the castle and the garden as Veronica loved every second. The constant new stimulus to Zetari’s aching heat made her legs shake and her toes curl as she reached her limit, and her head getting more and more fuzzy and harder to think. Zetari began screaming in between moans. “Pleas goddess- please- cum! Please goddess cum! Please cum!” As full sentences became impossible. Veronica doubled her effort and slowly but then suddenly, a wave of pleasure washed then crashed against Zetari as she twitched and shook. Zetari’s mind almost shut off as the overwhelming pleasure made her eyes roll back as her back arched. The incredible high was all she could feel. It was earthshaking.

Zetari’s eyesight faded to black slightly as she suddenly felt a lack of pleasure and instead felt close to Veronica. Veronica had started cuddling and holding Zetari very close, petting her hair and calming her down. Veronica breathed with her love and telling her to mimic her breath. “Shhhh it’s ok love. Your safe with me. Sleep, go ahead and nap. You’ve done so good my love.” Hearing her girlfriend be so comforting and calming lured Zetari into a deep sleep as her body relaxed and she fell asleep to a bliss and calmness she had missed.

Zetari’s dreams were pink and soft, a dream of candy clouds and her and Veronica being together. Her mind was still fuzzy with all the pleasure she felt so her dreams were a reflection of that. Eventually Zetari felt herself wake up, and she was not in the garden anymore. She felt soft smooth silk touching her bare skin, she felt her body was bare and under a blanket, her head rested on a soft pillow. Zetari’s eyes fluttered open as she saw she was in a massive bedroom, and laying on a huge bed with lace curtains along the bed posts. The room was dark as sunlight was creeping through the thick velvet curtains that stretch to the ceiling and hide the tall windows and conceal the coming dawn. The room smelled of aged wine, roses and the soothing smell of rain. When Zetari realized she was naked under the blanket a slight blush creeped on her quickly warming face. She jumped slightly as she heard the large dark oak doors to the bedroom open as she clutched the blanket to hide herself. However she relaxed when she saw it was Veronica, dressed in tasteful lingerie and a very see-through lace robe. Her hair was down as she was carrying a trey of food. “Good morning love. You slept like a baby.” Zetari smiled and shook her head. “God I haven’t felt that good since you left… it’s a little embarrassing but… I haven’t had sex since you left. I haven’t even touched myself so… I was pretty pent up.” Veronica smiled and sat the trey on the bedside table and sat on the side of the bed to give Zetari a kiss. “You don’t have to hide you know. I’ve seen everything and no one is allowed in here. The servants here obey me completely.” Zetari smiled and let the blanket fall, revealing her bare breasts as her nipples were hard due to the cold air in the room. Zetari took a breath as she stretched and looked to Veronica. “Thank you. I’ve missed you. But what is this place?” Veronica smiled and placed the trey of French toast and fruit juice on Zetari’s lap as she sat up to explain. “The vampire lord of this castle turned the entire population of the nearby village into his thralls. If their away from these grounds they cry and show no emotion. That’s why they seemed a little creepy when they fetched you. Well I knew the lord, from a very long time ago. He was silver poisoned but a hunter and sent for me in his finals days so I could inherit the estate and the staff. I haven’t even told you, there’s a massive library of spell scrolls. You could be the most powerful wizard in the world!” Veronica spoke like her true self, a power hungry villain with a wicked sense of humor. The true persona Zetari also fell in love with. She listened to her evil genius girlfriend rant as she ate. The French tipsy was delicious.

Zetari stopped eating for a second and looked to Veronica. “Why do all this? I still don’t understand?” Veronica composed herself and smiled as she sat next to Zetari. “Because, we can’t do this forever. Eventually the killing will grow old. The adventuring will get tiring and slowly not worth it. But us? Our love? That will never grow weak. When you tire of adventuring and killing, when you just want to settle down, we have this place. And I will finally get to give this to you properly;” Veronica smiles as she reaches into a drawer of the bed side table and pulls out a ring box and opens it. Revealing a beautiful gold and silver ring with a beautiful dark red Diamond that glows like a rainbow. On the inside of the ring is an elvish engraving that translates to “Our love will out last every empire.” Zetari’s eyes widened as she covered her mouth to cover her shock. “Is- is that-“ Zetari stumbled. Veronica nodded and smiled. “I’ve been thinking of it for a while. Your my everything Zetari. I love you, and I want to call you my wife. The question is, will you say yes?” Zetari started crying slightly out of pure joy as she immediately hugged Veronica tight and squealed with joy. “Yes! Yes a thousand times yes!!” Veronica smiled and cried as well as she held her naked bride to be. It had been a few minutes as the two girls calmed down as Zetari tried in the ring, it fit perfectly. Zetari smiled feeling complete as Veronica held her close in her arms. “I want my honeymoon to be here, I assume that’s why you got the place at all?” Zetari asked through a big smile. Veronica smiled and nodded. “Yes. The vampire lord said he’d give me the ring and the castle. And there’s enough gold in the basement to get a wedding anywhere in the world. Anything for, and I’m so glad I can finally say, my bride to be.” Zetari smiled as she felt her heart warm and beat double time. “Fiancée, I think is the word your looking for.”

The girls spent the morning in beg cuddling, planning their wedding and just feeling each other’s love. It had been a good hour before the two girls found themselves in a position where Zetari found herself being hugged as she sat in Veronica’s lap. “So, when do we head back? We’ve got a country to kill and a god to make unstoppable.” Zetari said with a smilie as she saw Veronica bite her lip as she admired her brides body as her hands rested on her hips. “Perhaps we can stay here a few days? We have a lot of time apart to make up for.” Veronica said with lust lacing her words. Zetari smiled and kissed Veronica deeply and spoke in a breathless voice. “Well my goddess, your servant is waiting~”

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zetaris · 2 years ago

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Capabilities that Data Virtualization System Must Have

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merryclaus · 6 years ago

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hyakuya Mikaela/Tatamine Zetari Characters: Hyakuya Mikaela, Hyakuya Yuuichirou, Hiiragi Shinoa, Sanguu Mitsuba, Saotome Yoichi, Kimizuki Shihou, Your OC, Ferid Bathory, Crowley Eusford, Horn Skuld, Chess Belle, Narumi Makoto Additional Tags: Action & Romance, Developing Relationship, Relationship(s), Polyamory Relationship Summary:

Zetari has spent most of her life hating vampires and training to destroy the lot of them, but she feels a change of heart when she meets and falls in love with Yuu's brother Mika.

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whiplash-story · 6 years ago

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CHAPTER VIII

Kyler

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“Astro 7? Come in, what’s your status?”

“Great! Everything’s going according to plan!” Kyler yelled.

Everything was most certainly not going according to plan.

He’d made it successfully out of the hangar, barrelling over a few guards on his way, but the Corinthians had quickly found their way to their own vessels, and it seemed his hull wasn’t as fortified as he’d thought. His stolen ship was taking heavy fire, and it wasn’t faring all that well.

The smell of smoke filled his nostrils and Kyler swore heavily as he maneuvered the ship between the soaring trees and dodged as many of the blasts as he could.

It didn’t exactly help that the ship’s systems felt the need to point out his current situation--”You are under heavy fire,” a robotic voice announced.

“I’m working on it,” he said through gritted teeth, fully aware that the system had no A.I. and most likely couldn’t hear him. Cracks splintered in the glass of his windshield as more of his attackers’ ships soared in front of him. He fired his shuttle’s weapons, but the blasts glanced harmlessly off the armored hulls of the newer carriers. Kyler’s heart thundered inside of his chest. He was surrounded--and utterly screwed.

“Surrender yourself,” came a blaring voice over the radio of his ship, “and perhaps we will spare your life.”

Ha. They’d hand him right over to Rzer for the bounty that hung over his head, and the only reason that Rzer would ever spare him would be to get information about the resistance--and then he would kill him. Yeah, right.

“Go to hell,” he responded coolly.

The ships pressed in closer, and Kyler had the fleeting thought that this was not how he wanted to go out.

His mind whirred. Corinthians were an advanced race, yes, with stronger weapons than almost any other race in the galaxy, but they were hesitant to spark disagreements with other planets unless there was money involved--especially ones they thought could beat them. Yeren was nearby, and far more powerful than Corinth. If he could get there, they wouldn’t follow him. He’d be safe--well, as safe as he could be with a few million hanging over his head. All he had to do was get off this godforsaken planet and get inside Yeren’s atmosphere.

Cake.

It was time to do something stupid.

Kyler scanned the ships in front of him. His was smaller, but that made it faster, sharper. And maybe he was surrounded on all sides, but that still left one way to go.

Up.

Kyler slammed the acceleration and yanked the throttle back as far as it would go without coming loose entirely. He barely had any room to get a start, but the ship did well, skyrocketing upwards like a bullet. It clipped one of the crafts in front of him as it did. A sharp crash resounded through his shuttle, but it survived, the circle of attackers growing more and more distant as he shot through the atmosphere.

“Yes!” Kyler grinned, blood still pounding in his ears.

“Structural damage to the right wing,” the ship replied.

He groaned at the reminder that he still had a ways to go before he could celebrate. Yeren was already visible in the distance, but the smell of smoke had grown stronger, and the ship harder to control. And the Corinthians hadn’t left his tail yet; they had settled into a formation behind him. Blasts shuddered against the hull once more.

There was nothing much to do besides fly; he pushed the ship harder and harder, firm on the acceleration and weaving between the fire until Yeren was within reach.

And then the lights on the console flickered. No, no no no--

“Structural damage to the main power core.”

“Fuck!” he swore. Yeren was so close. He gripped the throttle with white knuckles, but the ship began to falter. It needed power--a thought came to him suddenly, and he cursed himself for being so stupid. He had power. With a deep breath, Kyler shut his eyes as blue sparks began to dance along his fingers. He pressed his hands against the console, praying it would work, and let a surge of electricity pass through his body and into the vessel.

It whirred to life. The lights came on, brighter than before, and the ship made a final push through into Yeren’s atmosphere. He threw a glance over his shoulder, watching as the Corinthians fell back. A cheer rose in his throat, but it died very suddenly as he realized that the power surge had been short-lived, and he no longer had control of the ship.

“You are losing altitude,” the robotic voice declared.

Kyler yanked the throttle desperately, trying to aim away from the sprawling silver city and towards the empty hills. The ship sputtered, the ground coming at him faster and faster. Panic flooded him very suddenly.

“Hey, Commander Nova?” He pressed a finger to his comm and choked on the smoke filling the craft as he abandoned the controls altogether, struggling with the hatch. It would be better to land on the grass from this height than be trapped in the wreckage, he decided. But the door wouldn’t budge. He cursed again and screwed his eyes shut.

“So,” he said, trying to keep his tone even, “I might be a little late to our rendezvous point.”

He braced himself as the ship slammed into the ground.

* *

Kyler woke up on a stranger’s ship with a splitting headache.

A soft groan escaped his lips as he sat up slowly, fingers brushing against his temple. He blinked in surprise when they met a soft white bandage. Strange. His eyes flitted around the room.

The ship was small but sleek, with white walls and long windows and strange potted plants scattered around. Whoever owned this ship had money--and they also had him, he realized abruptly.

Instantly, the worst possible scenarios came to his mind--bounty hunters, Yertian officials, maybe even some of Rzer’s men themselves--whatever it was, he was probably going to have to fight his way out of this one.

On the plus side, this ship would make a kickass gift for Nova and the rest of the Resistance.

Nova, he thought suddenly, and pressed a finger to his comm. “Commander? Can you hear me?” Nothing but static. The stupid thing was busted.

Kyler huffed as he swung his legs over the metal bed he sat on and stood up. His aviator’s jacket was gone, but his cargo pants and shirt remained--both singed and peppered with holes, he noted. He walked--stumbled--out of the room and into a narrow hallway that seemed to lead to the main cortex of the ship, where he could hear an unfamiliar voice. With carefully soft footsteps, he crept down the hall.

A man sat at the controls, holding a radio that crackled with a voice Kyler couldn’t fully understand. A moment passed and the ship’s pilot responded with a curt, “Thank you for the report. Dismissed,” and set the radio aside.

Kyler stepped forward, but before he could make another move, the man had turned around in his chair and was staring him down with cold, icy blue eyes.

“Where am I? Who are you?” Kyler demanded, his fingers crackling with blue electricity.

The man tilted his head curiously. “I wouldn’t do that, if I were you,” he replied, nodding at his sparking hands.

“Oh yeah?” Kyler scoffed. “And why the hell shouldn’t I?” As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a wave of nausea and swayed on his feet. Oh. That’s why. “What did you do to me?” he groaned, clutching a hand to his bandaged head.

“Nothing,” his kidnapper said swiftly. “But you had quite the crash back on Yeren. Really, it was a spectacle. It’s a wonder you’re on your feet already.”

“I’ve got a thick skull.”

“I’m sure.” The man looked amused.

Kyler steadied himself against the wall, waiting for his head to stop spinning. “So you’re gonna take me back to Zetari? Hand me over to Rzer?” he said finally. “Fair warning, as soon as he gets what he wants he’ll probably knock that perfect head of yours right off its shoulders. Mount it on a wall or something—right next to a huge gold-framed picture of himself.” He rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I’m well aware of the...shortcomings of Zetari’s leadership. But the bounty isn’t what I’m looking for.”

Kyler’s eyes narrowed. That came as an unexpected surprise. “If you’re not a bounty hunter...then who are you, and what do you want?” he asked, brow furrowed. “I’m guessing you didn’t get me off of Yeren out of the goodness of your heart.”

The man laughed. “Not quite. My name is Nolan Sharpe. I’m the CEO of a clandestine research operation, and,” he paused, which seemed to Kyler like it was just for the sake of dramatics, “I have a job for you.”

“Yeah?” Kyler lifted an eyebrow and put on what he hoped was a somewhat intimidating scowl—which perhaps would’ve been a little scarier if he wasn’t currently using the ship’s wall as a crutch. “What makes you think I want to be your lackey?”

“It’s come to my attention that you went to Corinth in search of weapons from Vorlan, but he wanted more money than you have to offer.” Sharpe leaned forward, folding his hands in his lap. “I can give you the money. Better yet, I can supply you with weapons more advanced than anything Vorlan can offer you.”

Kyler’s mind whirred. This man already seemed to know far too much about him and his mission—but his offer sounded tempting. The last thing he wanted to do was return to the Zetarian underground empty-handed.

“I’m just supposed to believe you have that sort of money and tech?” he asked suspiciously.

Sharpe smiled and stood up from his chair, pulling out a long case from under the dashboard. “I thought it might take some convincing.” He opened the case.

Inside was a slim, shining prosthetic leg. It was made of silver metal, with electric blue lining and smooth joints. Kyler’s eyes swept over it, studying the design carefully; it was better made than anything he’d ever seen and looked more effective than anything he’d used before. Whoever this guy was, he really wasn’t messing around.

“It’s a blend of carbon fiber and a titanium-steel alloy. Extra light, but also extremely durable. And, you no longer have to switch between settings when you run or walk or anything else—this will do it for you. There’s even an underwater feature,” Nolan explained, a proud expression on his face.

Kyler felt his eyes grow wide and actually had to stop himself from gasping aloud. He reached a hand out to touch it, but before he could, the case snapped closed.

“So, we have a deal?” Sharpe asked. “You do the job in exchange for weapons? Or, I could drop you back on Yeren and we could pretend this exchange never happened.”

He chewed his lip in thought. He didn’t know if he could trust this Nolan character, but he had a better shot of helping the resistance if he had the money and the resources that he’d offered. And besides, that leg was pretty freaking badass.

“Alright, Sharpe,” he nodded finally. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Nolan smiled. “Wonderful.” He reached under the dashboard once more and handed Kyler a pile of clean clothes; his aviator’s jacket, freshly washed and sewn up, and under it a t-shirt and cargo pants not unlike the damaged ones he currently wore.

“Get dressed,” he said, gesturing to a bathroom. “We’ll be arriving shortly.”

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Chapter 1 I hate you

It seemed like a regular ass day to Zetari Tatamine, heading off into the ruins of what once was Japan. Heading out with her squad consisting of four other people, Mokia Yamada, Shouta Ito, Haruhi Abe, and Riku Nakano. This squad was like family to her and even though she was only 16 years of age they’ve told her multiple times how much they look up to her. Zetari would do anything for them.

Well one day while patrolling near the Ebina Rest Stop to make sure there were no left behind survivors of the attack Kureto launched on Nagoya Airport not too far from there, Zetari sees him for the first time. The blond haired and red eyed boy known as Mikaela Hyakuya, Yuu’s brother from the Hyakuya orphanage. He walked around with Yuu and the other members of Team Shinoa. They hadn’t said anything about heading out as well and they had never seen Mika around before.

Zetari’s face turned red when Mika looked at her so she quickly turned away. She looked for a quick distraction while her team walked over and greeted them.

“You guy didn’t say you’d be out here, we all could have come together.” Shouta said to Shinoa.

“We originally weren’t going to come this way since you guys were already here, but we decided to stop by just to check on you.” She said.

“Aw thanks, but we're good, we having seen anyone around or run into trouble.” Riku said.

Yoichi Saotome, Shiho Kimizuki, and Mitsuba Sangu where a little way away searching for people while Yuu, Mika, and Shinoa were closer. Yuu smiled and greeted them, both teams where close from back when they were part of the Moon Demon Company, they had been living together after they escaped the attack on the airport, yet they hadn’t noticed Mika before.

Zetari kicked some rumble to make it look like she was busy, she could tell by the blonde's eyes that he was a vampire. So why was he here? Sure, he was Yuu’s brother, but could he really be trusted now? While Zetari was pondering this a Four Horsemen of John appeared behind her, she gasped and tried to summon her hammer, but the Horsemen was faster than she was and knocked her against boulder. She groaned in pain and looked up to see the Horsemen approaching her. She tried to call upon her cursed gear but suddenly there was a blur of blonde and the Horsemen was cut in half, she rubbed her eyes and saw Mika standing in front of her with his hand stretched out to her.

She hesitated before lightly pushing his hands away and standing up on her own. “Thanks, but I got it.” She walked pass him back to her squad.

“What the hell Zetari? It’s not like you to be so distracted and get caught off guard like that.” Haruhi said. “You need to be more careful.”

“I know, sorry for scaring you guys, I’ll be more careful next time.” Zetari shook her head to clear her thoughts. “Well no one is out here, we should head back now.”

Her team agreed to meet Shinoa’s team back at their beach side base, while they walked back Riku poked her left shoulder. “So, what was with that blushing when you saw the blonde guy?” He asked teasingly.

“Blushing? What are you talking about, I didn’t blush.” Zetari lied but knew it was in vain, her team knew her too well, they were family after all.

Mokia shook her head. “Do you really think we didn’t notice how red your face got when we saw that blonde guy? Who was that anyway?”

Zetari ignored them, she didn’t have time to think about that vampire, she couldn’t possibly like him. Soon they made it back to the little shack by the beach they were hiding in. “I’m going fishing, anyone else gonna come?”

Riku and Mokia volunteered while Haruhi and Shouta said they’d hold down the fort.

Zetari and the others took off they’re outfits and waded in the water to catch some fish. They spent a total of fifteen minutes in it until they were certain they “accidentally” caught all the fish in the lake.

As Zetari, Mokia, and Riku were walking back to the shack with the fish they caught team Shinoa had just returned from scouting. Zetari’s eyes landed on Mika and her heart throbbed as the wind blew his hair from his face.

“Yes, you got food!” Yuu exclaimed happily. “I’m starving.”

Mika chuckled lightly at his brother and Zetari nearly lost it, she dropped the fish in the basket outside and ran inside the shack. She gasped as she slammed her back against the door and slid to the floor. “What the hell is happening to me?”

“Hey Z? Are you okay in there?” Yuu asked as he knocked on the door.

“Yeah, I’m just a little cold.” She said in response. Zetari gathered her nerves and went back outside.

The group spent the next few hours chatting and eating, it felt like eating dinner with the family.

Shouta looked over at Mika. “Not to ruin the mood but I just have to ask, who are you? We’ve never seen you before.”

“You didn’t tell you? I’m his brother Mikaela Hyakuya.” Mika smiled softly.

“I have heard that name before, we didn’t know that was you.” Haruhi said. “So is it true that you’re-”

“A vampire?” Mika politely interrupted. “Yes, I am.”

Yuu looked between Mika and Haruhi. “Yeah but that doesn’t matter, Mika is a cool guy you can trust.”

“How can you say that when he’s a vampire?!” Zetari yelled jerking everyone's attention to her. “Vampires are the enemy, they’re the reason we’re in this whole situation!”

“Hey now.” Mokia frowned.

“Vampires are the reason I lost my parents, and they killed your family Yuu!” Zetari balled her hands into fist.

Yuu looked down sadly and Mika glared at her.

“Yes, Mika is a vampire, now, but he’s not our enemy.” Shinoa tried to reason.

“How do we know that?! How can we be sure that he won’t betray us and kill us in our sleep?!” Zetari gritted her teeth.

“That’s enough from you!” Mika growled as he grabbed her shoulder.

“Don’t touch me you filthy vampire!” Before Zetari could still herself she brought her hand across Mika’s cheek, gasped softly and stepped back a little.

Ko-fi

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