Chapter Forty: Choking Air
Aingeal – Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
The Abjuration spirits danced around me, darting through the air, leaving streaks of purple, coated in the aura of my will. They slammed into the magic rippling off Shevoin that was trying to kill us. The wicker body of the feyhound creaked as Ava maneuvered us, dodging around the ground rumbling beneath our feet.
Shevoin faced us with a face twisted in concentration. He brimmed with magic. He drank more of those vials of pussy juices, fueling his power, creating a vast reservoir of magical energy to throw at us. The wind slammed down at us. The earth burst up to grab us. Fire sparked in the air. Water formed into spikes of ice to find me.
I sent blasts of evocation spirits at him, forming beams of purple death lancing at him, stabbing at him from different directions. He defended himself. Bursts of rocks ripped out of the ground absorbed the energy, or air solidified into solid blocks of frigid gas. Dust and steam billowed through the air.
Shevoin's magic seized a rising gout of steam generated by my last attack. He channeled his power into the clouds and swept the hot vapor at us. He sought to wrap us up in superheated air and set alight the wicker body of the feyhound.
"What are we going to do? asked Princess Ava as she darted the feyhound's body to the right.
"Keep trying to kill him, I shouted back into the shared soul. Ava trembled against mine. She writhed about me, clutching to my own spirit.
We darted forward. She leaped over ground that was bursting up with stone spikes. Wind whipped down at us, slashing at our fey body. I sent my abjuration spirits to slam into his control of the air, disrupting his magic. His face clenched.
A different power surged into us. Something new.
Immediately, our wicker body spasmed. Ava gasped as the wood creaked. She lost control of our body as Shevoin soared backward, using wind to carry himself away from our hurtling body. He settled on the ground as we crashed hard into the earth, limbs spasming. It was life magic assaulting the wicker body. He was attacking the enhancement spirits holding the woven wood together.
I snarled while Ava whimpered, her soul brimming with concentration. I seized more enhancement spirits, dragging the green orbs down at our body. They surged into the wicker body, strengthening the bonds holding us together. Blue abjuration spirits crashed into the life magic attacking my body. Our legs twitched.
Shevoin's face twisted in anger as we rose, Ava back in control of her body.
Frustrated, I fired a beam of evocation death at him. He ripped up another shield of earth. I hated this. We were at a stalemate. We couldn't get to him. We couldn't harm him. It took too much of my power to stop his magic. I couldn't keep attacking him and defending us, but he couldn't overcome us.
I snarled in anger.
Sven Falk
The hill burned around me as Prince Meinard pinned me to the ground. His pincers dug at my armor, struggling to penetrate the black leather. I growled, feeling the pressure, pain swelling across my chest. I had to do something. I snarled, the power of my armor filling my limbs. I reached out to seize shadows and...
I grabbed smoke.
So much poured around me. Thick and black. It swirled in currents of boiling air. The pain grew. My ribs creaked. The smoke flowed at me. It was like shadows staining the wind. It swirled down at us, drawn from the flames. I slammed it into Prince Meinard's face. He had to breathe. Right?
I could choke him.
The smoke surged around his mandibles. I thrust it into the bastard's mouth. I smothered his face. He squeezed harder. I snarled, trembling. Nathalie shouted. She stood over him, her sword slamming into his armored back.
"Master! Master!" she shouted as my hands clenched against the agony.
Was the smoke working? He kept crushing me. How long could the insectoid hold his breath?
Unless... could he breathe smoke? He wasn't human any longer. Was I getting myself killed. My leg thrust up into his armored abdomen. Pain shot down my knee. My ribs creaked more. They were on the verge of breaking. His pincers about to rip through my armor and—
Prince Meinard coughed. His body trembled. His head released me. He jerked up, hands batting at the smoke wreathing face. Nathalie's flaming sword slammed down. She hit him in a flare of sparks. The force knocked him off of my body.
"Yes!" I growled, rising, more smoke surging down at Prince Meinard. I forced it into his mouth. Down his gullet, deeper, strangling him. "You Las-damned bastard! Do you know what you did to your daughter?" The anger surged through me. "How you hurt her? Illth curse you! I hope she afflicts your soul with a pox in the Astral Realm! I hope Las makes you his man-whore and Gewin practice his sword strokes on your soul! I hope Henta hunts you for eternity!"
He spasmed. I was killing him. He rolled over onto his belly. The smoke covered his head. Nathalie stood beside me, heat rippling off of her as she kept the flames burning, feeding more smoke to choke the bastard out.
Dirt flew up the air around him. Prince Meinard vanished into the earth, burrowing into it like an insect. Smoke spilled around the hole. The ground rumbled beneath our feet. My brows furrowed. I whipped my head around. Dirt bulged like a massive mole moved beneath us.
"Master?" Nathalie asked, backing away, her head moving around.
"Be ready," I growled, forming my shadowy rapier. I couldn't choke him any longer. But how could he breathe now? "He'll come—"
Earth exploded before Nathalie. Dirt spilled off the insectoid form. His mandibles slammed into Nathalie. My sex slave screamed as he wrenched his head, neck twisting. The straps of her armor snapped. Prince Meinard ripped open her breastplate as his weight knocked her to the ground. Her small breasts came into view, exposed and vulnerable. His clawed hands lanced down at her chest, his hungry mouth lunging down to feast on her flesh.
"No!" I howled.
Sven Falk
Prince Meinard growled. My sister's shout rose over the flames. It was a command. It did nothing to Prince Meinard. He ignored it. My body flowed, the shadows propelled me forward. My legs pumped. I threw myself between him and Nathalie.
His two claws slammed into my abdomen. Those knife-like talons punched through my armor. His mandibles bit around my chest. He crashed into me, bearing me to the ground. Nathalie gasped as I landed atop her, agony burning through me.
His claws twisted inside of me. Choking, coppery blood filled my mouth. I spat it out at him, splashing on his segmented eyes. My legs spasmed. I tried to thrust my rapier at his neck, but the blade too long. He was too close.
I shaped it into a dagger.
"Release him!" snarled Kora. "Now! Release my brother!"
The bastard ignored her. I groaned, stabbing at his neck with the dagger while the pain twisted inside of me. My knife scratched at his armored joints. I probed, trying to crack his neck. His mandibles ripped up, pulling his head away from my thrusts. His eyes stared down at me, his mandibles slashing.
"Master!" whimpered Nathalie, squirming beneath me, trapped.
"Prince Meinard, you will release him!" screamed Kora, her voice shrill. "Now!"
Prince Meinard's head shook for a moment. Something pulsed in his chest, that hard nodule in the center of his thorax. It... twitched. Through the pain, I noticed it had... little legs buried into his chest. Ten of them. It was... separate from him. It reacted to my sister's words somehow. I didn't understand why but...
It had to be important.
I stabbed my dagger at it.
Chapter Forty-One: Desperation
Kora Falk
My will slammed into Prince Meinard. I could feel it affecting a part of him, a small sliver that was from the Biomancer. It twitched and throbbed, but it didn't control him. I didn't freeze the bastard like it did the ooze. He kept tearing at my brother's guts. Sven's growls of pain rising above the crackling flames. The insectoid bastard was killing Sven.
And I couldn't affect the bastard. There was too much... human in him. A shudder rippled down my back. He wasn't created from scratch like the ooze was. Like the Paragon. The fraction of a monster in him wouldn't let me control all of Prince Meinard. I... I couldn't help my brother.
Pain clenched my heart. I had to help out somehow. And that meant...
"I'm sorry, Sven," I whispered. The Paragon was here. Maybe I could affect her.
Zanyia
Bright light flared. My ears picked up Kora screaming in fright. I ignored her. I focused on my prey. I moved closer and closer to Shevoin as he dueled with Ava and Aingeal. Purple energy flashed through the air as I crept forward. I licked my lips, my tail hardly swishing from side to side. I just had to go slow. I couldn't attract his attention.
I had to wait for the right moment. I had no magic. I would get one opportunity to do this. To plunge my weapon into his back. Step by step. I just needed Aingeal to fend off his magic and Ava to keep his attention away from me.
My ears twitched.
Hooves thudded. Louder and louder. A horse charged.
I hissed, my armor swallowing the sound. My head whipped around. The leader of the soldiers, his cape streaming behind him, raced at me. He leveled a lance at my form, hard eyes glaring at me through the gaps in his visor. My back arched as I stared at the sharp, metal point of his weapon.
I leaped.
The lance shot beneath me. I glared at the commander. His charge carried him right into me. I cleared over the head of his horse, my katars punching forward. My triangular blades slammed into his steel breastplate. The force of my attack, augmented by my armor, combined with the speed of his galloping steed.
Metal crumpled.
My triangular blades penetrated through his breastplate, cracked his ribs, and tearing into his lungs and heart. I crashed into him a moment later. I bounced off of him, twisting, my weapons ripping from his ruined chest. I spun through the air, the world blurring around me. My tail twitched, righting my body.
I landed on my feet like any good cat.
The commander crashed off his horse, landing in a clatter. The sound assaulted my ears. His horse kept charging, snorting. I glanced to the mage. I was only a dozen feet from him and—
He turned, spotted me.
"Las's putrid cum!" I screamed and leaped at him.
Fire fired from him. The air rippled. I screamed, crossing my arms before me out of instinct. I didn't want to be burned. I wanted to be protected. My katars flowed. The leather that made up Silence reshaped into a buckler.
The flames slammed into my protection.
Fire burst around it.
My body flew back. My mind rattled in my brain. I hit the ground. Rolled. Darkness flooded through my vision. My body ached. I groaned as I came to a rest against a metallic body. I smelled roasted flesh. My body throbbed and ached. My head swam. I struggled to keep awake, my eyes fluttering to stay open.
Lost.
Darkness crashed down onto me, swallowing the pain of my burns.
Sven Falk
The pain dug into my side. Kora screamed in the background. Light exploded. All I could focus on was not dying. I stared at that vulnerable spot on Prince Meinard's armored chest. I just had to stab him, but his claws twisted inside of me. My arms spasmed.
My strength waned.
Darkness washed through me. Nathalie hammered her blade at the monster, her naked tits bouncing, her flames bursting against his back. But Prince Meinard ignored her. He stared at me, his mandibles clicking in delight. I struggled to gather smoke and smother him with it.
But my armor... He'd damaged my armor.
The smoke only sputtered and coiled about my hand.
"I am going to enjoy feasting on all your women, Sven," he growled. "I will dig into their innards. Like this." His fingers twisted in my guts.
I howled in torturous agony.
"What a sweet feast they will be!"
"No!" I roared. I had to do something. I had to stop him.
"Master!"
It wasn't Nathalie who shouted. Bursting through the flames, Carsina appeared in her leather work garb. She clutched the diamond hammer in her hand. She thrust it at me. Brilliant light flickered inside, scintillating with every hue imaginable.
Prince Meinard flinched before the purity.
The hammer touched my shoulder. Energy poured into Frozenshadows, reinvigorating the damaged leather. Darkness burst from it. An inky wave of umbral force exploded from me. I growled as the claws wrenched from my hands, the prince throwing back.
"Kill it, Master!" Carsina shouted.
She supercharged my armor. The shadows slid along my flesh, gripping me, giving me more strength. The darkness poured into my wounds, plugging up the bleeding, soothing away the pain. A jolt of cold exhilaration raced through my body. Every muscle spasmed.
Then I gained my feet with flowing grace.
I threw myself at Prince Meinard. My rapier became a dagger, the perfect tool. I fell on him as he shuddered on his back. I straddled him. I raised up the blade and slammed it down on that beetle. It was the source. I could feel it. The corruption twisting his body came from it.
"Pater's mighty cock!" I screamed.
My dagger slammed into the center of the beetle.
Did nothing.
Chapter Forty-Two: Imagined Will
Princess Ava
I twitched on the ground. The jaws of the feyhound were shattered, the right leg bent and twisted. The stone wall crumbled. Our souls shuddered inside the proxy. I felt the damage to the feyhound's body. Our connection wavered, grew tenuous. Aingeal's control over her spirits flickered as, for a moment, we were almost thrown back to our real bodies.
Shevoin stood over us, his magic surging at us.
Aingeal grasped her spirits in time to fend off most of it, but the life magic assaulted the wicker body. It twisted my proxy, shaping the wood. The more damage he did, the less chance I had to control it. Fire burst around us, seeking to devour us.
"No!" Aingeal growled, purple energy dancing around us, her will acting on the spirits.
I had to let us go. I had to return us to our real bodies. If the proxy was destroyed while we were still in it, the headaches would leave us both disabled. Aingeal could still fight in her regular body. I tried to pull us away.
Aingeal's will held us in place.
"No, we have to abandon it!" my soul shouted.
"Gods damned bastard!" roared Aingeal, her will throwing spirits, but his magic battered them aside. Wood creaked. The proxy's legs twisted together, the head unraveling. We were about to lose it. "Cernere's black fingers, I'll kill him!"
"We have to—"
A massive surge of constructive energy burst behind me. It washed across my soul. I felt it pulsing, begging to be used to fix, to repair, to strengthen something crafted. Something woven. Like the feyhound.
Carsina used my hammer on... on Sven.
I seized that power. My soul grabbed a portion and drew it into the feyhound. The power of my ancestor, Krab, spilled through my spirit and into Aingeal. She gasped, both our essences quivering together while the power surged through the feyhound, restoring the limbs, strengthening the body.
"Yes!" Aingeal shouted.
She wove her spirits. She fashioned them into a construct. I realized that was how the faerie's powers worked, what she was doing to the spirits. They were... part of the great machine of our planet. My eyes widened in realization. They were all the different forces Krab had layered into the world when the Gods created it. They allowed this vast machine to function. Everything from the weight that held us to the ground to the esoteric channels that allowed magic in all its various forms functioned because of these spirits. They were the power of the rumbling earth. The force of erupting volcanoes. The mighty storms and powerful winds.
They were all part of a vast mechanism that used these spirits.
And Aingeal repurposed them. She crafted something new out of them. The power I absorbed affected what she created.
I supercharged her magic.
The beam of purple lanced out from us as I controlled our repaired body. We rose. The mage wrenched up a barrier of adamant stone. I could feel his magic manipulating that same machinery, changing the alignment of the minute particles in the stone into a stronger matrix. Something that should withstand our attack.
But so much more force went into it. It was like I gave Aingeal a longer leverage, a greater fulcrum with which to move her force. Her spirits slammed into the barrier. The enhanced matrix shattered beneath her greater power.
I caught a brief glimpse of shock on Shevoin's face before Aingeal burned a hole through his chest.
Sven Falk
"I will eat your sister," growled the foul thing as my knife ricocheted from the beetle. "I will spill open her soft belly and root around in her. She smells pregnant... I'll eat your child."
"You putrid sack of Las's shit!" I bellowed and slammed the dagger down again. It bounced off. "You will not touch a single hair on any one of my women!"
"Greta has such big tits. I bet they will taste divine. I always wanted to play with them. I should have enjoyed her when fucking Ava!"
I channeled all the power flowing into me from the hammer. It was such a titanic force. It wreathed my limbs, supercharging my muscles. I honed the tip of the dagger into the sharpest point ever. The shadows flowed to my will.
"And Ava... My daughter..." He licked his lips. "How divine she shall taste. Maybe I'll fuck her one last time before I devour her flesh."
Wordless fury bellowed from me. My vision narrowed to a pinprick focused on that Las-damned beetle.
My knife arced down. He laughed. It crashed into the beetle. The sharp tip scored across the carapace and...
Caught in the joint where it merged into his thorax. The blade dug in an inch.
Prince Meinard spasmed. His mandibles clicked. Then his clawed hands lunged at me as I dug my dagger in deeper. Ichor spurted around my blade. To my right, Nathalie screamed, her flaming blade hissed through the air, her firm titties jiggling. She slashed into his left arm, knocking it back before it stabbed into me. Diamond flashed on my left. Carsina slammed the hammer into the other hand, smashing back the bastard's clawed fingers, protecting me.
I dug the dagger in deeper, prying at the beetle. Prince Meinard cried out in pain, his mandibles clicking together. His body shuddered. The legs of the beetle stretched as I used the dagger as a lever, prying the beetle from Prince Meinard's carapace. A segmented limb popped in a burst of sinew and chitin.
"No, no, no!" howled the insectoid monstrosity. "I can't die. I am King! The King! I serve Father! I will conquer the world for him!"
I pressed down on the dagger, leaning over him. I stared into his eyes, hatred burning. For my parents. For Katriana. I dug deeper, twisting, savoring the pain I caused him as flashes of my little sister exploded through my mind. Smiling. Laughing. Racing through the garden. Pink bower flowers—the same blossoms Kora tattooed into her body—in Katriana's hair.
More beetle legs popped at the joints. Cartilage and sinew tore. I pried it off of Prince Meinard. His body spasmed as the bug ripped free. Ichor spurted. The smaller insect landed on its back, severed legs twitching as it died.
I leaned over Prince Meinard. "My child shall rule your princedom!" I growled. "He shall sit on your throne. I have supplanted you. Your daughter loves me!"
He gurgled, ichor filling his gaping mouth. His eyes dulled. He spasmed a final time.
Died.
Sven Falk
I gained my feet and...
Ealaín lay crushed and dead, Greta sprawled stunned by her. Pain slapped me. I wrenched my gaze, sweeping it up the hill. Nothing stood between my sister and the Paragon. The hulking monster came closer and closer. She stopped, battering at an unseen force. Her entire body quivered while my sister...
She stood as regal as queen, her bearing imperious. For a moment, I had a flash of memory. I was kneeling before Queen Sidhe, my hands manacled behind my back, submitting to her dominion. I shook my head as the Paragon's roar rumbled across the entire mountain.
She was almost to my sister.
Shadows spilled off of me as I surged up the hill. My dagger became a rapier again. I would save my sister. The ruby light pulsed in her gripped fist. It spilled across her face as she spoke. The Paragon's knees bent.
"NEVER!" the monstrosity roared. She broke through the unseen force. She took a lumbering step towards my sister.
Kora didn't flinch. She stared up at the monstrosity, imperial authority spilling across her face. "You will kneel!" commanded my sister, her voice ice. "NOW!"
My steps carried me up the hill, the shadows sustaining my body a little longer. But the darkness spilled off of me with every heartbeat. I lost more and more of the umbral power fueling me. I didn't care. I just needed one strike. I aimed at the Paragon's lower back. Her kidney. I lunged at her.
I thrust.
The Paragon pivoted. Her fist, the size of a sledgehammer, rushed at my head while her body trembled. I couldn't stop my momentum. I raced up the hill to fast. There was no stopping that fist from crushing my head.
But I would save my sister. I wouldn't have to break her heart by abandoning her. Only by dying.
Sven Falk
Aingeal saved me.
My rapier lanced into the stomach of the Paragon. It bit deep, driving up into her organs. She quivered. Her entire body trembled. She bellowed, staring down at me with eyes that burned with rage. Her fists raised up above her, clasped together, forming a mighty boulder to slam down at me.
"STOP!" Kora yelled.
Her words slammed into the Paragon. The thing's body went rigid as I ripped my rapier from her flesh. I stared at the figure, seeing the rents ripped across the monster's chest, the exposed bones of iron that had withstood Ealaín's attacks.
My rapier was a narrow blade. It could slip through ribs. I thrust at the chest of the frozen monster.
The Paragon snarled. Her entire body shook as she tried to move. To defend herself. My sister's will held her tight. My rapier sank into her chest, sliding past the protective bones, and finding the monster's heart. The thudding beat shook my blade. Her eyes bulged.
I twisted my rapier, destroying her heart.
She stood rigid, blood bubbling from her mouth. Her breath wheezed. She let out a final bellow, crimson spittle bursting from her as she fought my sister's will. It died into a gurgling moan. Her eyes fluttered.
Grew dull.
The life animating her body fled. My sister's will no longer worked. The corpse collapsed into a limp heap on the hill. I leaped back as the bulk tumbled down the slope. I landed and groaned. A wave of dizzying cold washed through me.
My wounds attacked me. The last umbral energy left me.
I collapsed, blood bubbling out of the deep punctures to my abdomen. The world spun around me. I saved most of my women. My sister. They would live. They would have each other. This was easier. Just dying. I didn't fight it.
I wouldn't have to abandon them. I would uphold my promise to Rithi without breaking my sister's heart.
I wouldn't have to be alone in this world.
My eyes closed as I surrendered to oblivion.
To be continued...
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