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Work based on work by Astraltower the following contains themes strong sexual theams that may or may not lead to .... encounters of a more.... err sexual nature if the thought of two woman being romantically involved or otherwise offends do not read this to those wishing to proceed enjoy.
The Angel has chosen to wear four steel cuffs. Two over her wrists, and two over her ankles, she rubbed them against her skin feeling the cold metal lightly bite her flesh. Hmmm she decided to wear some steel... Underwear?. It was a thin odd piece of ... well it barely qualified as clothing. Completely black it seemed to warm up at her touch, she could have sworn it started vibrating slightly. Torn-bay carefully slipped her legs through. If she did not like it she could just take them off, it came with a matching bra, it was just the right size for her chest, once it was all set in place she heard a click then felt... "irk!" Torn-bay could feel her face flush as her nether regions were being gently assaulted, her fingers quickly scrambled trying to remove the confounded clothing item, it held its self firmly in place.
Torn-bay summoned her essence, she would melt it off If she had to. But as her power rose so did the devices ... stimulation. She collapsed in a heap twitching slightly "...that was intense" Very very carefully the Angel looked at the metal eyes glowing gold. The clothing it would seem... stimulated the one wearing them, if ones essence flared for any reason like charging a spell for example, she sighed this could have been avoided if she had perhaps offered to assist the Demon as Anvel asked. She dispelled the thought immediately. An Angel help a demon?. No that will not happen again.
She propped herself up carefully standing, the chains on the cuffs rattling with each movement however slight. As metal met stone with a sweet chink sound at each step, Torn-bay absently tapped the now warming underwear. The black metal undergarments were surprisingly snug, the underwear continued to slowly stimulate her. As an Angel no matter how well the vessel was constructed or how strong one might be it was impossible to stem the seemingly endless tide of essence that made her being. And so inevitably small wisps of essence escaped her vessel, the underwear would react. And so after five minutes she was starting to feel .... "and if I try to take them off with power" Taking a deep breath Torn-bay placed one foot firmly ahead of the other and set off, she would not be beaten by some provocative lady's under things. Never!.
Lucritius and zylogaroh short origin
This story is not so old but not so new. About one named Lucritius, serving in the castle of a great and powerful ruler. No not Dreu this was before. She was a clerk, quiet, organised, did her work, did her job well, but not too well. Always staying unnoticed, for good reason. The Lord of the land supposably descended from a noble line was a tyrant in every sense of the word.
He was distantly related too one king or another. Having access too the records of birth Lucritius could confirm yes that noble line was there, additionally several generations ago a marauding band of mercenary's invaded this land and laid claim too it. Their banner of war did display a red fanged beast, judging by the castles current coat of arms the same fanged beast brandished with added yellow gold and other royal finery it was likely they had stayed. That might explain ruling lords previous and current rather cruel treatment of the common folk.
Horrid acts of lords past and present were well known far and wide their inhumane practices the subject of pub time tales of terror, but the realms current lord was an especially disgusting man, with certain appetites, and he had a real love of torture. Dark was he the lands people were fearful. Lucritius was not named so, no she was called Amber, yes Amber by her mother, for her eyes were such a lovely shade.
Though not such a physically endowed girl she was pretty too look at, and wishful suitors would often complement her sweet smile. She normally wore a large black cloak too cover her form inside the castle, when out she was often seen wearing garments the same colour of her name sake.
Today she was making a point of organising several documents well away from the castles ruler. It was an unspoken rule among the castle staff, all females currently not in the eye of that disgusting man were too work well away from him for their safety. On this day as Amber was organising the tax collection for the year she heard a sound, as she worked she heard the soft pitter patter of two bare feet on stone then a confused Niue?. Lifting her head from her work Amber did spy a small Kat Girl no older than four. Ears like two triangles twitching, eyes darting too and fro in young curiosity at her world.
She was sucking on the end of a now soggy tail regarding Amber with two round eyes. She looked nervous, giving a hesitant high pitched squeaky "Niue" then like a bad dream a large brute of a creature appeared and made a bee line for the Girl, The small Kat girl was practically in tears. Without hesitating Amber leapt too the Kat girl and stood as a physical barrier between the two. She yelled. "back off!" The man stopped he looked very confused, the Kat girl clutched Ambers cloths trembling. The Man was slightly plump his beard was trimmed neatly but his cloths were unadorned, must be some slime the great lord himself had hired, he had an unfriendly look in his eye.
"shut up leave this child alone!"
For the life of her Amber could not figure out where this new found courage came from, but seeing before her a child about too suffer it was a strong sense of...righteousness, that sent a hot fire surging through her. Righteousness yes maybe that was the word. The look that was in the man's eyes when he charged for the Kat girl was chilling, she had too act. But now standing before this man she did feel a twinge of fear.
He was large in weight and likely stronger than her, she mentally chastised herself for entering such a foolish situation, after being so careful all this time considering the consequences of drawing attention too herself were potentially very painful. The gentle tugs from the small form behind her dashed any doubt about her actions. The man watched the pair then finally spoke.
"do you know who I am"
"no should I?"
The man chuckled then turned around "I will see you latter"
He began muttering too himself "yes yes Lucritius that will do for the new you" the Kat girl still trembling pulled Amber too her until they were face too face, she gently gave her several head buts on the forehead making small squeaky Niue's each time.
"hey no crying ok crying is for silly people"
Amber spoke gently wiping the small Kat girls tears away "and you don't look silly too me"
"In that case, you will look extremely silly soon girl"
Jumping Amber turned towards a new voice behind her, a figure was standing wearing a thick black cloak much like the one she would be wearing in Dreu's castle. The cloaked figure was known too Amber, she always had the feeling he was smiling too himself, this was the head torturer of the castle, no one saw his face or what he looked like underneath, he rarely spoke too anyone other than the lord or his victims.
"you know that was the lord of the land who you just confronted yes" And like that ice filled her veins. Amber was in a state of shock, true she had never laid eyes on the man but still that could not have been him. No.
"he enjoys tormenting people. Just the other day he found many staff do not recognise him with out his entourage, or his finery or other such fanciful clothing. He is happy to punish any that don't show him the proper respect at all times" Now that she thought about it Amber remembered seeing a signet ring over the mans finger... And the seal bore an extreme resemblance too the castles own banner. She cursed internally.
"I would prepare yourself as best you can my dear" he leaned forward and wisped "And if you can get the young one out of here"
He began walking away, Amber called after him he ignored her and merely said "my dear most creatures and even many Demons avoid touching children. I have known succubus's that have avoided harming whole families simply because they had children, it takes a real monster too wish and do harm to a child"
Amber turned too collect the misbehaving Kat girl, who after feeling safe decided too pilfer Ambers unguarded desk. The girl started sticking quills in her hair, then happening on the ink pot decided she would finger paint the desk. As Amber saw to her new charge the cloaked individual almost out of sight now started muttering too himself "yes even us of the void have standards and lines we will not cross, for most of us children is one of them" He scratch absently at the back of his head "still she showed some real strength" And strength was one thing he did respect in this world.
And so as you guessed Amber did not escape with the young Kat girl. But that story will be later.
Now inside castle Deruela.
Black cloak covering the face and body, one being assumed male continued his rounds. Lucritius was collecting reports and other documents, he spotted someone walking on their own. She must be a new acquisition, lady Deruela was always finding some one new to add to her collection. This new woman was not gaged, her hair and eyes were a fine shad of blue, her wrists and ankles were coverd by steel cuffs attatched to chains, that dragged behind her. She had a matching set of black metal undergarments, they looked suspiciously like... "oh the virgins nightmare! I'm glad lady Deruela found the key"
One had to wounder about the names people assigned to the various devices in the castle. They were always interesting, as were their functions. Virgins nightmare was intended to train the magic users the Lady found. Any magic or increase in essence and the device would punish one with pleasure, the more power one tried to use the more intense the punishment. However the device would prevent true release, so if one continued trying to cast magic like this girl clearly was she would be in a constant... agitated state unable to... satisfy herself. Looking at the blushing contorted face the girl clearly had a lot of training left, and she should know better than to walk alone, there was an intruder in the castle. Someone had again used the open window in the purposely weak section of the castles barrier to try and sneak in, without fail adventures would chose to wear the maids outfit and try to blend in, Lucritius called the Girl over there were some errands that needed doing today.
Torn-bay could feel her neater regions quiver and twitch. Must find Dwarf girl, must take cloths off... Must breathe, don't forget to breathe. She was then called over by a dark cloaked figure. " you there girl come here I need you" Torn-bay had not even sensed the person approach must be to distracted...
A: Ignore the figure and run through the castle as fast as you can (run Angel run).
B: Quickly walk over and follow instructions maintain cover for as long as possible see if you can learn anything else about this castle and its occupants.
C: This is not good knock the figure out then get out of here.
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Torn-bay after thoroughly checking herself for injury's making certain they were healed she proceded "should make creeping about much safer" She pushed and compressed her essence as far as it would go, and kept her wings hidden wrapping the around her ethereal form.
She carefully quietly entered the window. It opened into a small store room of sorts, buckets, mops, towels, cleaning cloths. All neatly arranged ready for use. One single wooden door marked the normal entry. She gingerly inched the door open and peaked outside. The coast as it were seemed clear. She began her search down the castles stone corridors, a quick touch of the wall and they felt surprisingly warm, curiously the floor was heated in a similar fashion. "so they went to the trouble of heating the interior with magic but why?" The question was soon answered.
As the Angel came to a crossroads her path splitting into three new directions, she heard the sound of voices, the occasional hmmpf and several bear feet taping on stone. Torn-bay pressed herself against the stone wall sticking to the shadows and watched. There were several woman walking past, all good looking, young, attractive. Some were dressed in black and white maid uniforms, some were naked with cuffs, one or two were dressed in provocative outfits made for seductive performances. Most of the woman were gaged, occasionally answering collages with nods or grunts, they passed by without incident.
Once she could no longer hear them the Angel moved on, picking to run down the right, down the opposite corridor the woman came from.
Perhaps and maybe she could find a disguise. Finding a corridor with several wooden doors the Angel gave them all a quick check, she was rewarded with several sets of clothing... Some of it really could not be considered clothing. A disguise was going to be essential, there were the black an white uniforms the maids were wearing, cuffs she saw the naked woman wearing, some of the cuffs had small chains on them, and were marked with a small red love heart. The provocative dancing attire was present as well. What was an Angel to wear?.
It was only now that the thought occurred to Torn-bay, that her people themselves were not aware that she was here in this castle. Ordinarily travel to and from their hidden city is carefully moniterd and restricted, as was the construction of vessels to inhabit in the physical realm...
She knew Anvel said he would intervene if anything happened, yet he had not done so for his own adopted child Ann. His reasoning was simple, one, a powerful creature like him entering another's territory will always be seen as aggressive and may provoke a hostile response. Second he had made very powerful enemies in his long years of life, Anvel himself was uncertain what they may do if he returned to the physical or earthly realm. These maybe legitimate concerns, but Torn-bay was concerned if captured... The thought was chilling, who knew what this Vampire creature would do... "best not get caught then" She quickly disrobed. Now what to wear?.
A: The maids uniform.
B: the... cuffs (please specify with the chains and love heart or without)
C: The dancers outfit.
Also specify if she should wear a gag or other accessory, feel free to state a reason why.
Torn-Bay was not exited but not disappointed either. Walking through the world was always enjoyable, The sights, the smells, The rich taste in the air, The gentle kiss of the wind. "I cant understand why everyone isn't dancing everyday" It was a beautiful world, there were trees old and young drinking from the earth, flowers of all sorts colouring fields of green, birds and their unique voice and song making a musical play with insects and other wild life. The warmth of the sun over ones skin like a comforting blanket.
"Yes truly you should be naked to enjoy the sun light rays" not that this Angel would be doing that again any time soon.
An incident involving Torn-Bay and a rather elderly farmer... His heart was restarted, so he will live with a certain female form permanently burned into his retina... Not that he seemed overly upset after the whole ordeal. After briefly losing herself to some of the joy the physical world could provide Torn-Bay carefully set out towards a certain castle.
Accepting a favour from a friend is no trouble far from it, especially when the favour is simply retrieving a friends daughter, no trouble what so ever. Asking an Angel to then not only offer a demon a weapon that is potentially a God slayer, but have the same Angel offer to help find the same weapon for said Demon... Somebody might be pushing his luck.
"And these are annoying"
Torn-bay turned her attention back to her new body. Ordinarily in an ethereal form gender was irrelevant, at least for the Enterre Angels. But in a physical body it now defined Torn-Bay as a her. Groping her chest she found the sensation oddly enjoyable "maybe I can compare with somebody else, see if they are meant to feel like this"
The Angel was acutely aware of a great number of things, despite all the senses a human body possessed there were so many weaknesses. It was impossible to see behind herself, she had her other senses but still sight was preferred, if this was a regular human body then it would be surprisingly weak. What's more the reflexes were a joke "I would have preferred a fine Elf-vin body limber fast and stronger" Still it had its uses, the real feeling of the world was a true joy, Anvel made excellent work as always. A physical form was more like a business suit, so when Angels made a physical body they felt no need for so many nerves, senses, and other feelings but Anvel refused to create anything substandard.
"And I'm a woman hmmm" She had already admired herself just outside the workshop of the last maker. Eyes like aqua, her hair was a shoulder length blue, Torn-Bay was quick to cut it short. Anvel protested proclaiming the hair had taken far to long to make for her to simply cut it. Torn-Bay decided to forgo the regular armour of her station, it would be to flash and extravagant instead dark blue robes were warn, they looked fine embodied with blue flowers, her shoes were the same colour.
Yes this form was fine indeed this body, this vessel, needed sustenance, thankfully plenty was available in the form of Mana, in liquid and solid form. The staple of Angel kind. She had two variety's on hand, one green liquid in a flask that replenished a persons energy and stamina as well as quenching thirst, another variety looking for all the world like a loaf of bread. It removed aches from tired muscles, helped with natural healing and constitution. Surprisingly despite their excellent flavour Torn-Bay was becoming tired of their taste. The Mana would replenish itself slowly, but surly, after each meal so food and drink would never be an issue. But after eating the same thing for days on end it had become almost intolerable. Curious this problem had never presented itself in any previous Vessel, nor in her ethereal form, maybe some of the sweet fruits she could smell would be fine to try. "ah finally".
There a village at last, still always off but now it was in view. This was on the way to the supposed castle "time now to meet the Demon hmm" But there were the tender smells of food drifting through the air what dish could that be?. Maybe stopping in for a bite wouldn't hurt, and it was already dark out so nourishment would be advised, preferably something not resembling Mana. The thought occurred that food may need to be traded for.
"I do wounder what the mortals trade these days"
The last time Torn-Bay had been to the mortal realm and interacted directly with Humanity she was surprised how they placed value on shinny metals and sparkly rocks. "well maybe they've out grown that" Then peering into the dark the Angel detected something sinister. Her eyes glowed with golden light "interesting" Creatures most foul were stalking in the night moving to an unsuspecting village. The Angel picked up the pace.
Wings & Fangs, boasted a reputation for serving the finest wine and ale in all the region, and preparing the most succulent of meats. The fat the juice and tender texture seemed to melt off the bone and into ones mouth, or so the locals would say. One such meal that was prepared had been consumed with utter gusto, where once there sat a small mass of meat bread and a jug of water now sat an empty plate licked clean. Rossweisse wiped her face quickly, she had inhaled her meal at such a fast pace small pieces still clung to her cheeks. She quickly made herself presentable before bowing in thanks to her hosts, she was a Valkyrie a true servant of her holiness the Lady Astra, it would not do to appear rude untidy or otherwise. Rossweisse was wearing black armour that exposed her shoulders but allowed greater movement, her arms were completely covered in the same black material, her lower body was shielded in a ... combat skirt, feet clad in black sandals. Upon her head sat silver grey hair with a dark helm with wings that seemed more decorative than functional.
She spoke no words, face remaining neutral, she bowed profusely to the Bartender maid who originally saw to this customer, and saw this customer collapse from hunger not so long ago. "yes thank you miss err... miss but you need to pay" When the final word slipped from the Bartender maid's lips Rossweisse snapped to attention. Did she even have currency, was there any need, would not a devout servant of Astra not recognise a Valkyrie. "err yes you can pay right?" There were several methods for dealing with customers that could not repay a debt ,and considering this woman was half starved when she first entered there were plenty of non aggressive ways for settling the matter, most involved several nights of work. The door was thrown open, another visitor. The Bartender maid barely managed her standard greeting "Welcome to Wings & Fangs, dear miss" When Rossweisse turned heel and faced the new comer.
Torn-Bay was looking over her shoulder in the darkness. After hurrying to the village the Angel intended to warn everyone of encroaching danger and perhaps earn a free meal as a result. She could not help but drool at the smell, The food was so intoxicating ,Torn-Bay could almost taste the meal now. As the door to a building called the Wings & Fangs came into view the smells richer heavier her mouth watered some more. Just thinking about it. A roar returned her focus, there were creatures out there, most of them seemed none to friendly. She practically kicked the door open. Encase it was needed a small bag of gold coins was given to the Angel, a small dragon in flight was carved on each one a small jewel was embedded in the eye of each a trade mark of Anvels.
She was greeted by a young woman. A pretty thing dressed as a maid ,welcoming her to the establishment. But the thing that Torn-bays eyes locked on to were the eyes of Rossweisse, the pair instantly recognising what the other was. The Valkyries orders when dealing with an Earth Angel in service to Anvel were clear, she stepped forward ,a black spear materialised in her hands, it was thrust towards the Angel. Torn-bay managed to barely side step the attack in the confines of the doorway, stepping forward she managed a punch right on the Valkyries forehead, she counted with another short thrust, it found its mark cutting the Angels arm. "Garr" It was a clean cut over the left forearm, light blue essence shined through the wound the pair were about to engage again.
Surprisingly the Bartender maid not only stepped in-between but started scolding Torn-bay "how dare you attack our customers" "....?" "I'M ATTACKING!?" "yes I know"
The Bartender maid proceeded to push prod and go so far as to grab the wound over the Angels forearm "ouch!. Don't do that!" She then told Torn-bay there would be no service for her, that this kind of behaviour was not accepted and would not be tolerated in the Wings & Fangs "so come back tomorrow if you could be more civil" "but-" And thus the door was slammed on the Angels face. The Bartender maid turned back towards Rossweisse who produced a small bag filled with gold coins, during the commotion Torn-bay had dropped her coin bag, the meal was easily payed for and a tip of five gold coin left for the Bartender maid. Rossweisse she bowed several times before exiting through the front door, Rossweisse still clutching her weapon prepared for another bout much to her surprise the Angel was gone.
Torn-bay was rather surprised, never expecting to be manhandled by a mortal and a human at that. She had half a mind to kick the door down, but a creature that had crept up sensing the wound on the Angel pounced throwing its full weight and force preparing to feast on the essence leaking from its wounded prey. The creature clamped a set of nasty fangs on the Angels arm and attempted to suck her dry, before it could react there was the flap of wings the creatures head collided with the cold hard stone of a castle. As it staggered backwards Torn-bay cradled her arm observing the new foe. It resembled a human almost perfectly in physical form, one small difference was the sharp pointed canines, the eyes held extreme hunger. Her own eyes glowing gold Torn-bay looked at the creatures essence. Dark, empty, ready to feast "back down!. Beast. Or die!" The creatures eyes flashed with anger, taking offence to the Angels comment. She was no beast she was Anastasia the magnificent terror, the elegant night, dark beast of... dam this thing it will pay for insulting her. She would strike at this tasty looking morsel then have some more fun, there was hesitation though.
Anastasia Rusalka's current favourite knew she was a vampire, and so automatically better than any mortal creature to face her, and clearly superior to any other type of demon. She could not help but gape in awe at the sight of a pair of snow white wings spread wide. This creatures eyes seemed to glow like twin golden suns, a quick glance told her she was no longer in the town. did the winged creature really teleport her this far?
She could feel this beings essence ,taste it in the air ,she was salivating just breathing in the meagre wisps in the air. But perhaps she could leave one of those to deal with it. Flicking her wrist a wraith appeared. The tortured soul of one who ended oh so painfully, was forced from eternal slumber and made to walk in form of a hooded figure. Cloaked in black, layer upon layer of curses crisscrossed its form, forever torturing the soul and fuelling the undead monstrosity with near limitless energy. Until the creature was finally destroyed.
Torn-bay gazed at the creature, tilting her head slightly as she watched the hulking form approach, she materialised a blade in her hand. It was a long thin blade of dull colour, really unremarkable apart from the strange markings over the blade itself. As the Wraith approached it raised its own sword that looked surprisingly superior, instead of raising her blade to meet her foe the Angel used the blade to cut an uninjured hand. "is she surrendering?... committing suicide?" Not a tactic she had seen before. Anastasia clicked her teeth in irritation, if it was going to kill its self this would be boring she quickly opened a portal back to the village. "now for the torment of some fleeing fools" Maybe she would skin some alive, and drop their still screaming forms into a crowd hmm what to do. Yes! she spotted a young girl running through the forest, an idea occurred to her "yes fire he he he one of my favorate traps"
Mean while. The Angel Torn-bay cut her hand, pointed it towards the approaching wraith, and let a torrent of essence flow like a beam, it engulfed the creature setting it alight with blue flame. Dropping its weapon the creature hissed and spat jerking to and fro like it was a puppet on strings. The Angel dismissed her sword and approached the wraith as it finally collapsed, the cloak burned away revealing the tender scared soul beneath. The Angel very gingerly touched it. It was a magnificent formless mass of light illuminating the dark, through the Angels eyes one could see all its potential. So wonderful to behold, the human soul was such a fragile thing it was, and yes so very powerful. The light twitched and shuddered at the Angels touch, as if waiting for the next round of pain to begin, it soon radiated genuine shock as the Angel kissed it and leant some much needed essence. Poor thing who ever it was had been trapped in a never ending pain induced nightmare, she gave the lost soul a little extra strength to help find its way to eternal rest, in a flash it was gone leaving behind the feeling of relief and true gratefulness. "now to patch myself up".
There were scraps of black burnt cloth next to the blade the wraith had dropped, The Angel began soaking them in liquid mana and wrapped them over her wounds, they stung a little but she ignored it. "blast it Anvel what is the point in having a body this sensitive" The Angel grumbled to herself, finally finished she examined her surroundings more closely. A castle protected by a barrier, strong magic making external teleporting all but impossible. After carefully examining the exterior Torn-bay sighed, using her encounter with Anastasia as an indicator Torn-bay could not sense any beings in the castle exhibiting energy's or essence like her. she sighed again Anvel had warned this Deruela enjoyed... excursions as well as many other things, perhaps she was out. This could be a long Waite, it would be rude to enter her dwelling while she was away, but who knew how long she would be gone, how to kill the time. Just then her stomach growled she grimaced "dam that Valkyrie I should be feasting on sweet sweet meat" She started tearing a piece of solid mana for herself "stupid Anvel making me soo human" She continued muttering to herself, then growled in frustration as she realised her coin bag was missing "blast the Valkyrie when I find you...Grrr".
Some time later.
Finally something changed. After waiting what seemed a small eternity the Angel sensed a change, a presence within the castle. It was similar in composition to the previous demon she encountered but. Thicker, darker, more powerful, yet it had an alluring seductive charm to it, almost inviting "hmm well that's dangerous" She clicked her teeth, then munched on some berries she found, juice dribbled down her chin as she inhaled the sweet red flesh, each berry exploded with flavour in her mouth making her give a little twirl. Lost in the rich flavour, the Angel only regained composure when her hands were now empty. Wiping her face clean she pondered what to do.
Choice time (trying this again)
A: Torn-bay approached and knocks on the front door after all she's visiting how could this go badly.
B: Torn-bay having spent a great deal of time analysing the exterior of the castle has detected a weakness, a flaw, and will teleport in showing her might out right. Indeed a strong display of celestial might may make this Deruela more likely to listen to reason.
C: No sneak in how In-tru-da window of course the open one she can see. Sneak in get Anvels little Dwarf apprentice/daughter and get out, even if she has to drag her by the scruff of her neck. Why? she stayed here and hasn't contacted anyone probably being tortured, if that's the case a whole garrison can storm this castle and burn it to the ground for all she cared.
Read ArtemioM05's story's he's very good I enjoy his work and offcourse enjoy Astraltowers original works.