I wake up screaming. My sister joins me in the chorus. Cecelia rushes over to us. We had opted to sleep in the same nest last night. Knowing we would need each other. Lea pops in as well.
“Sweeties, what's wrong, Sara.”
I struggle to gain lucidity. When I finally do, my ghost joins me. I chose the arcane tail.
“Sorry I got etched with two more major boons.”
“Which ones?”
“The ladies gained the first agility and mental fortitude major boons.”
Cecelia's eyes widened, “You have [Quick Step]?”
I chuckle, must be what her first major boon was.
“It was what Yancea had.”
“That is an Elf name…” Lea murmurs.
“Anvar's wife was an Elf.”
“What? No, Yan was clearly a human.” Cecelia argues.
I shake my head, “He used a geas to make her think she was. To get around the hybrid geas. Lea… she screamed her name out at the end. I didn't understand till now why.”
“She'll march an army here…” Lea grows pale...er.
“Cecelia…I need a lot of food.”
Mags is in the doorway, looking rather disheveled. She is sporting cat ears and a rather flat tail behind herself. I had mentally set myself to transfer all soul gains to her…I just wasn't expecting Anvar and Yancea to be so high level. I best pull that back. Maybe only most of my soul gains.
“Sara…” She gasps, “I am not sure how you managed to shove nearly a thousand soul onto me…don't do that again.”
Maybe half.
“Don't complain [Supplicant] the Ladies gave you what you desired.”
She just glared at Said.
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Mags was busy eating as much as she could. Her body became the Tibyder as she did. She still scolded us between mouthfuls.
“I still wish you had waited till he marched his army into my domain.”
I give her an annoyed look. How many would have died just so I could have coverage for my revenge. Not to mention he would not have been with his wife.
“Lady Blood is not about to let your people die just to be justified in killing him.”
“Which one of you is she referring to when she says blood?”
I point to myself. She just sighs and rests for a moment.
“The queen will launch an investigation. Every noble gives her a lover's revenge charm. I will go beg for mercy. She will likely demand something great of me. I hope she does.” She murmurs the last part. Mags looks tired.
“I will go as well.” Cecelia volunteers.
They shouldn't have to pay for my revenge. Cecelia's finger flicks me in the forehead.
I rub the spot looking annoyed at her.
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After a round of hugs they left. I wanted to talk to Cecelia before they did but there was no time. Cecelia dragged Gregory with her. He was so hopeful when he learned they were leaving.
I willed myself next to Violet. She is next to Lea discussing something. She had two tails. A fire and a void one. I smile at that. My ghost calls out to her.
“Hey Violet? Want to see if I can give you a blood tail?”
She turns and smiles. Before I understand why Said hovers in front of me. She has two writhing tails under her torso. Octopus fairy? She looks annoyed at me and boops me on the nose.
My body dissipates but it's old hat at this point. I reform. I return with my blood being ultra violet. There are two tails behind me. Curious. One is ultra violet, the other blood red.
“So are you going to stay like that or what?”
I look at Lea, “Sorry. The changes to the form piqued my curiosity. Charging ten large gold for the healing mana potions should do it. Just one per visit to the store though. Don't want Sir Ujan to grow annoyed.”
She is surprised. She looks over at Violet's comatose body.
“I am currently singular, Lea.”
She begins to panic. She need not worry. I am already feeling the absence. I take a moment to mentally divide my tails. I can't move the arcane or mental. Perhaps because forms had already been decided for them? I released my form. I return to being Red…I think. My skin has a violet hue. I look over and see Violet's body. She is getting up. She sports a third tail. She motions for Said to boop her. She returns to her monster birthing form. Guess she just set her manifestation as her blood tail.
“Testing…O I can say more than just two words. Annoying, I couldn't claim your arcane or mental tail.”
She comes over and hugs me. I returned it.
“Your eyes are flooded. Seems going to void breaks a few things. Aren't you going to set your blood back to your color?”
Guess it wouldn't be kind to confuse people. I swap to my previous color. I started using kinesis to force the blood out of my eyes. I thought about her previous statement though.
“You could always give Lea your arcane and mental cores.” My ghost opines.
She smiles at that. Said regains her third tentacle.
“It's a tail, Lady Crafter.” Said says as she drums on my head with mental constructs.
“Could you hurry, I feel Said might be at this for a while.” My ghost further teases. The drumming speed increases.
I watch as Violet approaches Lea.
“Are you sure?”
She answers Lea the most gruesome way possible. By ripping both cores from herself. She takes a moment to heal herself before plunging them into Lea. Two new ultra violet cat tails explode out of Lea.
“They are only cat tails…”
She was disappointed at that? I look at her three tails. Maybe I should add my fire core to her. No, the void. Lea backs away from me.
“No more, I feel my soul straining at this much. I don't think I can go beyond the number of cores my tier allows.”
I frown at that, “Need to hurry up and tier then.” My ghost chides.
“Sure, I'll just eat a few adventurers on the side.”
“No.”
We are both giving her frowny faces which just makes her laugh.
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I look behind myself and smile. Three tails for now. Hopefully five soon.
“Said.”
The fairy looks annoyed at me but boops me on the nose. I return to my blood tail. I have some more eggs to make.
-I'll add the new area.
I smile. A winter biome. With caves full of blood slimes. They won't be able to leave the area alive. It will limit the outflow of such potent potion material. Being the fourth region, I doubt we have much to worry about. I think the end before our core will be death slimes. I could make them transparent. Oh that would be truly awful. I get one egg of living blood slime out when a thought from Barbain reaches us.
Mother, Bea has been taken into custody. They said she is a suspect in the murder of [Baron] Anvar.
My piece of soul is in her. Damn. Mags and Cecelia are already heading to the capital.
Okay… good… systems, they need to hurry.
Red shows up next to me.
-We need to go.
I need to think straight right now. I separate from my blood tail. Said boops me into my void. Red looks annoyed at me.
“We are too close to this. It's only logical to use this form for some distance. We have been far too rash lately.”
-Fine, we need to go. She doesn't deserve to be tortured.
“She would gladly choose this over us rashly rushing in.”
-She should be more concerned with her child. And don't you dare suggest miscarriages are common and won't affect Alicia's soul.
It would only inflame her passions more if I had.
“I still think our best option is to leave it to our mothers. If we go they could force a confession of more than just Anvar murder.”
-They would force nothing, I would confess to it all.
“They will execute us.”
-We'd deserve it.
And there it is. In the end we can't escape our guilt. She raises a fist. She can't be suggesting…truly rock paper scissors to decide our fate. She just glares at me. Our differences of opinion are always being decided by this foolish game. She always throws scissors. My fist joins hers. We do one shake. But if she truly wishes to win this time. A second shake. She will use this opportunity to finally catch me off guard, time slows. It could be paper to my usual rock or rock because it's safer. Damn, the safest thing would be to throw paper since she won't be throwing scissors this time. I do it, I throw out paper…and was dismayed that she still threw scissors.
My tail parts from me.
“How?”
-Logical brain over-thinks things. Lea come here.
“Yes?”
Red sends her ghost into her. Lea panics.
“What the hell are you doing?”
-No time. I don't know if we will be able to return. Or survive. But if my ghost is inside you it won't have to follow me. We can keep the dungeon going. If it's still there.
Red puts a hand out to me. I take it.
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“charm clearly is pointing—”
I end up in a familiar interrogation room. Beatrice looks exhausted on one side with a surprised Lady Ophelia on the other.
“At me.” Violet barks out, even now the trinket in the inquisitor hand swings towards us, finding a greater source of soul to point towards.
The Lady glares at us. I form an illusion.
“Here to surrender myself for the slaying of [Baron] Anvar. Please let Beatrice go.”
She grows annoyed.
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“Why was the charm pointing at her?”
“She carries a piece of my soul with her.”
She looks down at the charm again. She motions to the guards. They take Beatrice out of the room. She looks at us pleading as they lead her away.
“I have read reports on your abilities. You are considered uncontainable. I don't even think we can prevent you from using magic.” Ophelia points out.
I give a sad look to Violet. She nods. Two potions pop onto the table. The lady raises an eyebrow. I just stare at her as I rip out my Void core. I crushed it. Next the fire core. My eyes grow heavy but I crush that too. A tail leaves me. The mental core. Gone. The tail as well. I grab the arcane. So much pain. I crushed it. One tail left. The blood core enters my hand…it resists, or am I weaker. The cracks form. My sister's hand goes over mine. She was already done with her three. Her grip is nothing. She has no strength and yet it shatters. We are both tailless. I am rendered mute. I splash the potion on my gapping hole. My sister had already taken care of hers.
“Alright, you destroyed your cores, what does that mean?”
“The ladies are unable to speak or use any magic without their cores. Their physical stats are at ten at the moment, so no slapping.”
I roll my eyes at Said. I bow my head, ready for a manacle. Violet joins me. The inquisitor snaps one each around our necks.
“You are not to reform your cores. You are not to flee to your dungeon. You are not to resist or circumvent our cell [Drain Mana] runes.”
The manacle runes lock us in.
“Now then, will this thing be able to read off your status sheet?”
Said looks at her with annoyance. I just nod.
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I sit in the cell, my reserves have emptied, Red is in another. My soul core remains full. Not that I could use it for anything. Ophelia had kept Said. Think there will be a trial?
-There wasn't last time.
I suppose there wasn't. I like to think our crimes are more serious this time.
-O great, we were given the death penalty for our not serious crime last time.
I chuckle. I suppose we were. It was only a few more days.
-Hmmm?
Right, you were sleeping at the time. A few more days till our soul day.
-I feel like we are in a competition for the worst soul day ever.
Hanki still wins.
-Suppose so. Thought our various unconsciousness was supposed to shift it.
I shrug, if it is by memories, we should be generating them at more than twice the rate. We’re two insomniacs. I feel her mirth at that.
-Think we will be singular when reborn?
Probably. No, maybe not. We will be a Tibyder.
-Alright, silly question then. Back to one body though.
Ya, until we can talk a vampire Matriarch into splitting us.
-That would be Barbain, she thinks we lost a screw when we seperated.
Well even if we have to share a body, it will be fine if it's with you. I feel her warmth at that…I call the evening shift.
-What? No, fair.
All fair in love, dungeons and the 25 hour Sara mart.
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We were loaded in a cart and brought to the castle. I guess a trial was in our future after all. We were led to a massive room. There were various nobles lining the sides. We were led down to the middle until we were forced to our knees in front of an empty throne. Mags and Cecelia were brought to either side of us. They were allowed to stand. We waited, the posture rough on my ten constitution knees. There were murmurs of Tibyder and the bloody priestess.
Finally a door opened and a woman stepped out. She looked to be in her thirties but her soul…it felt larger than the marques. At least three times his size. She crossed over. Poise was perfect. I felt not a hint of a tremor on the ground as she stepped. She reached her throne and sat.
“I am to understand that you two were the ones who killed [Baron] Anvar and his wife Yancea.”
Wasn't a question, not like I could refute it. And she said Yancea's full name, most only knew her as Yan.
“Do you have anything to say to this assault on my Queendom?”
I felt rage at that. She must know we cannot speak…but I must answer. I must. Soul, one last set of words before my end. My sister looks at me with panic but I don't care.
“I did the Queendom a service. Anvar was breeding Elf hybrids knowing that if he was discovered the whole of our country would be at war with the Elven empire. He personally wrong me three times, he starved my village to encourage slavers, blamed my adopted grandmother for his crimes, setting her to kill me and finally he killed my brother Tom. No, I will not repent nor regret killing that man or that woman. I will be damned if I accept being called anything but righteous fury for slaying Anvar and Yancea.”
My fury vented, I felt something shrivel up and waste away inside my throat. Price paid.
“Whether you felt justified is immaterial. He was one of my own and I am duty bound to seek reprisal in their deaths. You have done a service to me already. Which would have moved me to leniency if it were not for your other crimes. You stand accused of murdering twelve citizens of Yetna, one of which was the consort of Lady Minthan. Was there righteous fury for those?”
Violet looks up, “Depraved hunger.”
Nothing more needed to be said on it. Sorry sister. She looks at me with glistening eyes.
-Together.
Together.
“I see. Cecelia Maxwell, Magdeline, step forward.” They do, “In your part in concealing their crimes you are to fight on the front lines. Your lives are in your hands, bring an end to the war or find your end there. Either outcome, your crimes will be absolved in my eyes.”
She inclines her head and our mothers step back.
“Sara Maxwell Magdeline. You are to be publicly executed.”
Just like that. I can hear Cecelia muffle her sobbing. Magdeline stands next to me. I can hear her heart race, her emotions in turmoil but she remains stoic. I must remember to maintain such poise. Even when facing death.
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Time is weird. Should have kept a level to mark the days. Nothing for it now. Still no soul day. Perhaps the cell is just too boring. I see Lady Ophelia in front of my cell. She disengages the barrier. I get up. She walks away and I follow. She leads me into a room. The queen is there.
“I am afraid I must condemn you to something I know will be worse than death, Sara.”
No court here to see this, my mothers are not to hear it. Ophelia opens a cage letting out Said. She is subdued. She floats over and sits on my head. Ophelia leaves the room. We both look at the Queen.
“The Elf empire, Cea'nila, is mustering an army. I am surrendering you to them, to protect my people. She will kill you and bear you as a child, forever trapped in a misery that all elves who bear her name must live with. That you have already reached tier four makes this crueler, you will always remember your previous lives immediately. I do not ask your forgiveness in this for I am a Queen and must make terrible decisions to protect my people. That said, your sacrifice is still a debt. I am willing to hear your last request and will do what I can to honor it.”
I look up at Said, she speaks, “Should we survive this, we want our crimes absolved in your eyes, is what Lady Sara Sanguine asks of you.”
Her eyes widened at Said words. She nods, “I will honor that, as Queen of Atlas, Katherine. Sara Sanguine”
You have received a vow from Katherine, Queen of Atlas
With that I was loaded onto a carriage and sent north. There was a hand off, an Elf came into the carriage, looked at me, then closed the door.
Till next we meet sister.
-Either this life or the next.
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A new throne room. I am pushed to the ground. They didn't bother caging Said. She wasn't in the mood to mouth off. I had lost contact with both the dungeon and Red.
“Remove it.”
A snap is heard and the manacle of obedience falls off. I look up to see the Elf who condemned Vanessa and Sancea. Probably Yancea and Lea too. To be honest I think she is a worse namer then Delores. Cea'nila? Quintarl?ne for Cea Land. Gross. Not much talking to be honest. She was just looking at me…nope above me. My Tapestry. It's hours before anything is spoken. My cores had reformed. I had grown thirsty. I ignored the various notifications that popped up. I need to be ready for when she moves.
“Display your [Status Screen].”
Never did find a U or O skill but fuck it. I give her the Ophelia special anyways. My skills line up to read off ‘go fuck yoursel’f. She walks forwards. Not much mana to work with but I push out my pariah aura onto her and push my blood out. My eyes all focus on her. They blaze red. She continues to walk towards me. Unheeded by my display. Her soul is ten times as big as the queen. Thirty marques?!? She reaches me and slaps me. My blood showers the wall and my neck is looking behind me. My body crumples to the ground.
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I am given a simple white dress. They have started to walk me to the public square. There are jeers and boos to greet me. I keep my head up and poise perfect. A lady of the plains walks to her execution grounds.
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I lift myself up from the ground as my blood mana resets my neck to the proper alignment. My thirst only increases.
“Surprising. My life magic had failed to keep you alive and yet you live, revived by something that was not life magic. [Status screen]. Now.”
No compel. I give the same one I showed her before.
She grabs my right hand with her left, lifts me and takes my pinky in her right hand. She crushes it slowly, mithril and all.
“[Status Screen].”
“Go find a rose bush to sodomize yourself on.” Said spit at her in Quintarl?ne. Didn't stop her from crushing my index finger. I just glare at her with tears in my eyes. My middle finger was next. My pointer. She drops me, curious as the fingers reforms. My thirst grows.
“[Status Screen].”
It's too much.
Tier 4 : Sara Maxwell Magdeline Vampire lvl 13, 51 - 32 stat point unassigned.
“Red” Titles: [Voiceless Adventurer] [DiQueen]
“Violet” Titles: [Voiceless Soul Tender Priestess] [DiQueen]
[Strength] - 577 [Constitution] - 581 [Intelligence] - 1268
[Agility] - 601 [Presence] - 1182 Soul - 1092
[Perception] - 600 [Mental Fortitude] - 1186
Languages: [T3:English] Intermediate 9 [T5:Magical Math] Basic 2 [T3:Common] Intermediate 9 [T3:Quintarl?ne] Intermediate 9
Spells: [Cover] 1.0 [Alt. Cover] 1.0
Converts: [T4:Convert Arcane to Soul Mana] Competent 6 [T3:Convert Arcane to Blood Mana] Advanced 9 [T3:Convert Arcane to Void Mana] Competent 2 [T3:Convert Arcane to Light Mana] Basic 1 [T2:Convert Arcane to Mental Mana] Competent 9 [T2:Convert Arcane to Fire Mana] Intermediate 3 [T2:Convert Arcane to Water Mana] Basic 1 [T2:Convert Arcane to Dirt Mana] Apprentice 3 [T2:Convert Arcane to Lightning Mana] Basic 1
Magic: [T5:Necromancy Magic] Basic 9 <[T5:Body Morphic Magic 2]> Competent 6 [T3:Soul Magic] Apprentice 2 [T3:Sustainer Magic] Intermediate 2 [T3:Illusion Magic 2] Intermediate 5 [T3:Blood Magic 2] Basic 8 [T2:Void Magic] Basic 9 [T2:Mental Magic 2] Basic 2 [Fire Magic] Competent 4 [Dirt Magic] Apprentice 9 [Arcane Magic] Basic 1
Strength Skills: [T3:Strength Training 3] Apprentice 1 <[T2:Sword Arm 2]> Competent 1 [Yowl] Competent 3 <[Strong Grip]> Competent 1 <[Strong Lungs]> Intermediate 1 [T2:Throw Knife 2] Basic 7 [Pull] Apprentice 3 [Throw Rock] Competent 1 [Desperate Strength] Basic 3 [Mining] Intermediate 3 [Hold Ground] Basic 1
Agility Skills: [T3:Craft Textiles 3] Apprentice 4 [Cooking] Intermediate 8 <[Running]> Intermediate 9 <[Light Step]> Intermediate 1 [Fire Tender] Competent 2 [Sewing] Intermediate 8 <[Dodge]> Apprentice 8 [Knife Hand] Basic 1 [Acrobatics] Basic 1 [Quick Step] Basic 1
Perception Skills: <<[T5:Attention to Detail]>> Intermediate 7 [T4:Soul Mana Sight] Competent 1 [T3:Life Mana Sight] Competent 5 [T3:Void Mana Sight] Basic 1 <[T3:Permenant Blood Mana Sight]> Intermediate 2 [T2:Mental Mana Sight] Competent 9 [T2:Fire Mana Sight] Apprentice 6 [T2:Wider Vision] Basic 9 [Arcane Mana Sight] Competent 9 [Identify] Competent 2 [Herbalism] Apprentice 3 [Scent Memory] Intermediate 5 [Sense Emotion] Apprentice 6
Constitution Skills: [T3:Resist Crush 2] Intermediate 9 [T3:Blood Alcohol Intolerance 2] Apprentice 8 <[T3: Resist Heat 2]> Apprentice 4 [T3:Resist Blunt Force 2] Basic 1 [Resist Cut] Intermediate 6 [Resist Venom] Intermediate 6 [Resist Pierce] Competent 6 [Tough Skin] Basic 9 <[Lesser Stanima]> Competent 1 [Resist Cold] Basic 3 [Bottomless Stomach] Apprentice 2 [Triage] Basic 4 [Alcohol Tolerance] Apprentice 9 [Second Wind] Basic 1 <[T3:Embrace Thirst 2]> Basic 1 [Resist Poison] Basic 1
Presence Skills: <<[T10:Permanent Soul Sense]>> Apprentice 6 [T2:Acting] Basic 7 [Atlas Noble Etiquette] Intermediate 2 [Tell Lie] Apprentice 6 [Mana Aura] Intermediate 7 [Aura Sense] Basic 3 [Horror Aura] Basic 8 <[Voice Control]> Competent 1 [Aura Control] Basic 1
Mental Fortitude Skills: <<[T3:Resist Mental Attacks 2]>> Apprentice 3 [T3:Resist Drain Mana 2] Basic 1 [T2:Resist Life] Apprentice 7 [T2:Drain Mana 2] Basic 1 [T2: Resist Void] Basic 4 [Resist Fire] Competent 9 [Resist Curse] Competent 9 [Resist Lightning] Apprentice 3 [Resist Water] Basic 3 <[T3:Embrace Bliss 2]> Basic 1
Intelligence Skills: [T5:Magical Programming] Basic 3 <[T4:Mana Manipulation]> Competent 7 [T2:Two Separate Minds 2] Apprentice 5 <[T2:Blood Regen 2]> Basic 3 [Imbue] Intermediate 8
Soul Skills: [T10:Soul Etching] Advanced 9 [T10:Vampress Matriarch] Apprentice 2 [T3: Blood Mana Core] Master 2 [T3:Void Mana Core] Master 1 [T4:Dungeon 4] Intermediate 2 [T3:Vampiric Blood Kinesis 2] Competent 2 [T2:Mental Mana Core] Master 1 [T2:Permanent Arcane Mana Core] Master 1 [T2:Fire Mana Core] Master 2 [Pariah Aura Manipulation] Competent 1 [Soul Core] Apprentice 6 [T0: Fastidious Soul Eater] Apprentice
Combo Skills: [T4:Enchanted Embroidery 2 Agi 2 Int] Apprentice 2 [T3:False Soul Pre 1 Int 1 Exp 1] Apprentice 5 [T2:Status Screen 1 Per 1 Men] Intermediate 2 [T4:Shape Metal 2 Str 2 Con 2] Basic 2 [T3: Magical Metal Etching Str 1 Agi 1 Int 1] Competent 7 [T2:Alchemy 1 Agi 1 Int] Basic 4
Earned Titles: [Voiceless] [Maxwell Attendant] [Apprentice Blacksmith] [Voiceless Adventurer] [Basic Mage] [Voiceless Soul Tender Priestess] [DiQueen]
Monster Titles: [A Lady of the Plains]
She looks at it. She points at blood magic. My left hand trembles and taps it.
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I am on the stand. A bleeding guillotine. My Queendom is French. Who knew? They begin reading off the charges. They start with the names of the Yetna vagrants and end with the noble thief. No mention of Anvar and Yancea. I almost wish they would get on with it. Seems it will be a long day.
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Embrace Thirst 2 - The thirstier you are
Basic - You may contract yourself to another for their blood exclusively, terms may apply
Embrace Thirst - The more you drink
Basic - the faster you can curse
Apprentice - The curse last longer every time its applied
Competent - if a curse last longer than a week, a portion of the curse becomes permanent
Intermediate - you can exchange severity for length
The Elf smiles as she reads that one. It had been my reward for slaying Anvar and Yancea. My thirst is maddening. I had thought my soul was responding to Sir Ujan's offer at the time.
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They place me into the neck hole. My hands into two more holes. That's new. Guess it's not just my head they will claim. The whole apparatus shrinks down onto me. It's absurd. Personal sizing so I don't squirm. Is it standard in all guillotines or just the one for serial killers? I bark a laugh but no sound comes out. Best I figured, I lost my voice box. Not much use for the voiceless. My body shudders at my brazenness at my own execution. I am coming down to the blade and I can't stop making wry observations. A shadow comes over me. I feel something wet hit the back of my head. Am I being spat on? Gross. My body shudders more at my silent titters. More shadows approach.
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“I'm not sure I can capture your Tapestry. The smart move would be to shatter your soul. But I recognize three different princesses in you. I am loath to let them leave the cycle, especially the original two sinners. You have only eaten those I have already condemned. So my rage for you is minimal. But I will not allow those you carry to be free. Annoyingly enough you picked up the first mental fortitude major boon. The ability to make all new geas temporary. So little soul eater. Are you thirsty? Would like to taste the blood of a twice millennial Elf? All I would ask of you is to obey every word I say.”
She says the last few words slowly. I am so thirsty. I understand what she is saying, I can't resist it. Her hand is above me. I smell blood.
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“And so her left hand will be to the queen, her right to her family, her head to her most aggrieved victim and her body will be buried under a fountain, to bring forth a new land for our Queendom.”
My body shudders more at the joke. I see, I am to be fertilizer for a new town. A kindness, the queen intends to dissolve my soul before the Elf enslaves it. I feel a magic being woven. My body begins to lock. I am losing the ability to move. I can think but I can not move. Yet my body still shudders.
“Heh.”
A sound escape. Impossible. Yet it did. It is joined by more. Laughter. I share it with the crowd. I laugh as I hear the blade. I feel horns grow on both sides of my temple. Time slows down and I keep laughing.
Pariah Title [Voiceless] becomes [Laughing De
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The drop of blood lands on my tongue. Her first command was already spoken. My notifications close.
“It is as you say.”
