(Lol thx. And I swear, I'm intelligent sometimes) Luna considered the question. "I think it started in the middle of end of the Multiverse problem. And no, I don't like every version of you. You've all got similar traits, sure, but each one is different in a key way."
Thomas made Micheal face her. The child babbled a bit, looking at her.
Kara landed in Kansas, looking at the photo. She had to find that girl...but how?
Kyra kissed her cheek.
"You sure?" Casey asked.
Beyondverse "Somebody wants you." Kara muttered. "Best get some clothes on. Or at least a long shirt."
Elanor nodded slowly. "Yeah...I just...I miss home..."
She hugged Alice, and began to sob. "I want to go home." She snivelled. "Lithalia's cruel...she's just...I wan't to go home."
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Lithalia could not restrain herself, and Crag watched as she let go of his lead, and descended upon the arm ravenously, biting down and drawing blood from Delegata.
******
She was unimpeded.
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"Sounds like a terrible place...must be a pretty massive change of scenery; a manor filled with nothing but females, and heaps of personal autonomy...well...semi-autonomy you know how it is..."
Three shots, and the boy was slain. His brains splattered across the cracked asphalt.
Ian, who had moved onto the next bodies and was more or less taking the Wallets from them, nodded. "A few more checkpoints...you certainly crushed them...looks like they didn't even put up a fight."
He slowly nodded. "We should probably make aware to the world what you'll do to people who aren't with you," Ian suggested to Mi-Kal, "make sure your opponents run. Tell them that no matter what, if you even think of supporting your foes, you'll attack them, and show them no mercy or quarter...It could keep them out of our hair.
He took another puff of his ciggarette. "I mean...that is if you don't want to be killing Monsonians."
New Franco
"Look, Goly...sure you may be a lacivious god, who can't go five seconds without wanting to f%$# someones brains out...which you're an expert at, may I add...but you're also just...upstanding in a round-about way; you're always here for me, always supporting me, always just being someone I can talk to."
She nestled into him. "You arent wierded out by me, you stick around when people think I'm being crazy...and you don't see me as just a f%$#toy...and thats nice...i like that...and because of that, I love you."
Mi-Kal nodded, “I agree, it would be helpful if we could find a radio tower or we could hijack a TV station, then we could reach around Augusta all at once…” he said as he lowered the rifle, “We should take the body of there commander, just in case we get an opportunity to give the viewers an example.” He continued as he started walking back towards the car, Samandra had salvaged another rifle and some rounds of ammunition, plus whatever munitions she could find.
New Franco Golgoth smiled, not in a lustful sort of way, just a pure, genuine smile. “Thank you…” he said, giving Clara a hug, “I think that’s the first time anyone has complimented me about who I am, besides just the Celestial of Vices, which as you can imagine brings some negative association with people, including the other Ceylar.” He said
“Pretty much all of the other Ceylar look down upon me because I spend so much time with humanity, and much less time being with them, being ‘divine’” he said the last part exasperated. “Truth is… I care about humanity, partially because I have to, my job and all… but also because humanity is worth caring about” He said
Alice hugged her back. "Well...you could talk to Sorcerer Delegata...she isn't too bad. I mean, she is keeping us against our will, sure, but life isn't too bad otherwise. In some ways it is better than home. And she is fair."
******
Just as before, the blood was extra euphoric for Lithalia, and the blood flowed freely. Lithalia began to feel her stomach grow after a few seconds.
Crag slowly slipped away, psychically dazing any succubi who got in his way.
******
Witta eventually made it to a hidden stash of teleportation equipment and teleported away.
She arrived near a small safe house of the witches, where the four witches present began trying to remove the collar.
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Vara nodded. "It is, yes. Quite a change indeed. But it is a massive change for everyone, is it not? Perhaps not for the same exact reasons, but for one reason or another, no?"
"Well we can hit two birds with one stone." Ian murmured.
He rummaged in his pockets and produced a phone attached to a portable battery. The screen was cracked, and it had lots of wear (and the battery was maybe a little too warm to the touch.
"Behold, our camera; we can knock out a Tyramonian radio tower from your "best friends". We'd have to hijack a sattelite ass well, but it should be possible."
New Franco
Clara hugged him. "Why don't you just...I dunno....stop being a Ceylar or whatever you're called? It seems like they don't give a damn, so why should you give a damn?"
She rolled her eyes. "Truth is...the worlds the same; go to any nation, and they're rant and rave about how stupid our city is, about how terrible it is...to be honest, they're all the same; just a bunch of crusty old men and women having a circle jerk while they stop people from having fun. They're just jealous we're actually free and living life. At one point, i just stopped caring about the other nations because if they had the chance they'd wipe us off the face of this planet."
"It won't work....it just won't..." She sobbed, "Lithalia won't let me go...as soon as you're put here, you can't leave...I tried to leave for this other mansion and...and...when she found out..."
She couldn't bring herself to continue, and just broke down sobbing.
"Just help...if you can..."
******
Lithalia's jaw clamped down and continued to gulp down more and more blood, greedily. In between the gulps, Delegata heard grunts and groans of ecstasy eminate from Lithalia as her eyes rolled back. When Delegata finally pulled away, Lithalia scrambled for the arm once more before she cried out in frustration.
"No...mistress...please." She begged, her arms weakly reaching out for Delegata's arm as her body was overcome with pleasure.
Delegata let out a small laugh; Lithalia was broken, and all over being able to give birth.
"What would you do for this?" Delegata asked.
"Anything...please." Lithalia gasped, her hands now gripping onto Delegata's forearm.
*** ** ***
The Succubi became dazed, and Crag was left largely to his own devices. He had to be careful about the stone golems that marched about, acting as guards, but other than than, there was no one to really stop him.
******
(What are they using?)
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"Aint that the truth...let me tell you, being a servant for Iblion beats being a slave where I was...terrible place..."
Harmony sighed. "Anyway...we should probably hit the hay..."
She tapped her shoulder. "Goodnight...oh...hang on."
Harmony looked sideways at Vara. "You got the probation collar off...how about I teach you some tricks; give you a head start on Mistress' lessons?"
"Well...I'll...tell the Sorcerer for you then. That's all I can do, really, but I think it should help."
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"You have already had so much that you will give birth within the hour, and not to one but several offspring. You have had enough." Indeed, Lithalia felt a significant amount of pain as her skin stretched to the limit, nearly bursting from the rapidly growing pressure.
"I am now leaving, but before I go, I leave you with this." Delegata pulled out another box. "Keep this box safe until I return for it, but do not open it." She handed the box to Lithalia before turning into a blue mist that blew away, dissipating in the wind...
*** ** ***
Crag took several succubi and began to feed - drinking them dry. He didn't bother stopping to save their lives, which resulted in several withered corpses. He grew to seven feet in height with muscles straining the harness further. With a chuckle, he tore off the harness with ease thanks to his regrown claws.
******
(Anything and everything. Probably starting with bolt cutters or something similar, maybe some magical metal-dissolving spells, metal-softening spells, metal-elastifying spells....)
Mi-Kal nodded, “So, we’re going to use your phone to take a video. Then hijack a radio tower and satellite to broadcast my warning?” He asked
Samandra put the munitions, arms, and ammunition in the car. Not paying attention to what Ian and Mi-Kal were doing
New Franco Golgoth sighed, “I wish I could just… give it up, but I can’t.” He said, running his hands up and down Clara’s arms, “And I give a damn because nobody else will, Azerian is too busy being wise to care about actually fixing problems, Ibilion has too many selfish goals to care about anybody but themself, Cerynis only is concerned about warmongering to care about the lives that have been lost to said wars.” Golgoth lets out a frustrated sigh, “None of them are worth a damn.” He says
Elanor nodded. "Thank you." She murmured, still sobbing.
******
Lithalia let out a cry which was a strange mix of pleasure and pain as she immediately collapsed to the ground. Letting our a shrill cry, she called for Crag to help her back to the nest.
******
Delegata would see Iblion currently placing on his clothes inside a room, where inside two Succubi now lay leasurly in a bed.
******
(Got it).
The metal was strong, and resisted most the spells and tools with considerable resilliance. However it was not invincible, which was perhaps more frustrating.
After an exerted effort taking well over half a day, they had managed to turn the collar from a restrictive ring of mettal with a mocking description marking Witta as Iblion's posession and digging deep into her flesh, to a heavily scraped band which (while slightly thinner and missing several small chips and chunks from it) still remained around Witta's neck, although not as restrictively as before.
It was possible to remove it, but with "conventional" means it would take time.
******
Harmony smiled. "See you tomorrow."
"If that's what you want, then we'll do it." Ian said with a shrug.
New Franco
"Then why bother?" Clara asked, "Look at the world, they don't care about anything that matters...the only place that really lets people be free and let it all hang loose both metaphorically and literally, is this city right here...the nations of the world are authoritarian sh%$houses, so why bother with them? if they want to keep supressing people, it's their own damn fault if their systems fall apart. We'll always keep our doors open for people fleeing oppression, so why bother if those tyrants tumble?"
"Well, you see, a radio wave is an electromagnetic wave, which is self propagating due to perpendicularly oscilating electric and magetic fields. Waves rebound off of things, which is what we use the sattelite for. We send up the radio wave to a sattelite, we bounce it off the sattelite, and then it should, in theory if it's aligned the right way, broad cast. Or at least thats how I think it works."
Ian shrugged. "So, next checkpoint? Are you going to slaughter them as usual?"
New Franco
"Boo," Clara scorned, "Let chaos reign, it's more fun that way."
Ian walked back to the car, tossing aside the cigarette as he did. "So, Samandra," Ian said as he walked by her, snatching a rifle from her hands as he did, "what's with the armaments?"
He turned around and gave her a mischevious look. "You aren't seriously considering kicking me out of the jeep in lieu of all those guns, arent you?"
New Franco
Clara groaned and rolled her eyes. "Ugh, but that's so stupid; everyone should be free and have fun."
“It’s simple” Samandra said, “These guns are more effective long-range weapons than my gauntlets, and I figured you needed some way to defend yourself…” she said as she reclined in the backseat.
New Franco Golgoth looked at her, “And I agree, trust me… my ideal world is everyone gambling, drinking, and f*cking whenever they want with whoever they want!” He said, “But… while I might want that, I know that the consequences of doing those things can be very destructive. Unwanted pregnancies, STD’s, ruined lives, abusive relationships. All of the above can be the result of people gambling, drinking, and f*cking.” He said, “Plus, if everyone is left to there own devices, what will you do to murders, thieves, and r*pists? People who obviously did something wrong.” Be said
Alice continued to hold Elanor tightly and comfortingly.
******
Crag was nowhere to be seen (as he continued his rampage), and all succubi near her were still rather dazed.
******
Delegata psychically called to him. "Iblion, honey...ready to move on?"
******
There were stronger spells, tools, and methods, but they would also harm Witta, so they could not be used. So, the witches continued to work, doing whatever seemed to make the most progress.
******
Vara nodded. "Alright, goodnight."
** ** **
Vara went to Nelly's room. "Mistress...may I see Eveline?"
“Of course! You know the drill on paperwork and all that. And my availability is a little weird at the moment, the only place I have open is the little one and we’re still waiting on the part to fix the A/C. But he can move in and we’ll get him in a better place as soon as I have something open up. Does he need a job too? I do have some openings on that end.”
The police are very occupied dealing with the damage from Mikalan’s original rampage, though a couple of units do show up and begin investigating Luca’s place as well. As far as Lyn, she appears to have fled off-world to a large Olivavian casino planet; it’s impossible to tell exactly where on the planet she is or if there’s anyone else with her.
Luca tilts his head. “Corali? You okay?”
“I’ll stay here with you,” Connie says, as Kiki gently hands off Blue to Tsarina.
Casey nods. “Yeah, we’re all the same. You can do anything you want; get a job, be a mother, you can do it all.”
Macy takes a sharp breath as tears start rolling down her face.
Noelle finally lands in Roxium, going to her hotel. She stares up at the ceiling, trying to get Kara out of her head. “Dammit!” (I was thinking about having Kira go to the hospital for something minor after Kyra leaves, then Kira and Kara would run into each other and Kara recognizes her from the picture and that’s her lead on Noelle. Something like that? Maybe?)
Kira smiles. “I love you.”
Gracie sighs softly. “I don’t know, it’s been a really long time since I’ve been lonely like this.”
Noelle sighs softly and gets up, tossing Kara’s shirt over her head. She goes to answer the door, opening it up. “Look, it’s 2:30 in the morning so I just—“ she stops abruptly. “...Kiralyn?” “Hi...” The two stare at each other for a very long moment.
“I think he’ll take anything! And thank you again! I’ll get with him and he’ll be talking to you shortly.” Samandra said.
Beyondverse Mikalan cursed under his breath he hated traveling, fortunately his boss was the biggest Crime Lord in Augusta, and perhaps the universe, he had the resources necessary to track Kira, even to that godforsaken place…
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Even on the planet that Kira fled to Shunni’s reach was felt, as she owned numerous casinos, brothels, and hotels, under the authority of her cousin, Yui. Yui was one of Shunni’s closest friends, and as such had reaped massive rewards just for being loyal to her. She was in charge of Shunni’s second-largest district, and was just as vicious as Shunni. But more calculating and patient then her emotional cousin. She was nicknamed “The Butcher” by some members of the Ring for her use of torture and other brutal ways of killing her, or her cousins adversarys slowly.
Yumi smiled as she took her French toast and began eating, “This is really good!” She said between bites of the breakfast food.
Beyondverse Shunni gave Kyra another kiss, “I’ve been doing more planning for our wedding love…”
After Ian gestured for Samandra to leave the back seat, stating firmly another repeat of his whole "you have gauntlets, I don't, you sit in the front seat." And regardless of whether she complied or not, he said.
"Well, yeah, I suppose so, but you don't need to worry about me, I'll be sticking at the back regardless and letting you be a...well a more or less shield for the jeep."
New Franco
"Uh, if everyones left to their own devices they can merc and sort out those people themselves, or have some people get together to sort them out," Clara fired back, growing frustrated with Golgoth, "People aren't just going to be letting others walk over them, and if they do, theres going to be people who stand up.
"Not everyone's a jerkface either. Also, what the hell?"
Elanor continued to hold Alice back, sobbing silently as she did.
******
Lithalia awkwardly got herself to her feet and stumbled back to her sleeping chamber. She eventually collapsed in her makeshift nest, huffing and groaning as her body was pushed to the limit and she gave birth.
******
Yeah, just a second...there's a disturbance around here and I'm just going to take a look real quick.
Iblion exited the room and looked up to where he believed the presence (not form) of Delegata was...he was wrong, and off several meters. Regardless, he made a motion summoning her.
******
Resolving to begin using the stronger equipment the next day revealed an additional caveate of the Collar; it was self repairing. Indeed, when the sun rose, the collar was in the condition it was when it was first placed upon Witta.
One witch decided a solution; Instead of focusing on cutting through two points of the collar, they only really needed to cut through one side, while weakening the other. Thus, they could more or less split the collar or at least pry it open allowing Witta to remove it.
It was, however, up to the Witches to decide whether or not they accepted this course of action.
******
Nelly looked to Vara and nodded.
"Yes, however, you are not to wake her, nor do anything to her; the Master has made strict orders stating the return of his daughter the next day, which I shall do, and keeping her as she is. Also, I want a goods night sleep and would quite like it if she did not wake me up, thank you."
"Alright...hey there little guy-"
"Girl"
"Girl...ah...I'm...aunt Tsarina i guess...yeah I..."
She lent over to Connie and whispered silently. "Should I...use my...I mean I know it isn't anymore but...use my stripper name?"
******
Eastrid slowly nodded. "So can I look very very attractive for Kenji?"
She paused. "Wait...if men and women are the same..."
She furrowed her brow and slowly looked towards Ace's crotch. "No as in we have the same rights-" Ace added.
"Oh...I get it now. That makes more sense." Eastrid concluded.
"But the gender you're assigned at birth doesn't necessarily correlate to the gender your brain is, and some people don't even have gender."
Eastrid's brow furrowed. "How do they know? Do they open up the brain?"
(If you're actually curious (and I learnt this last semester) the human brain is actually on a spectrum on femininity and masculinity at least with physical structure, but people are still determining whether or not the structural differences are compensatory (as in they reduce differences in cognition) or not.)
Samandra rolled her eyes and got in the front, but handed Ian a sidearm she found. “Regardless, I’m making sure everyone in this trope is armed and is capable of defending themselves should the need arise.” She said
New Franco “But, sorting them out requires a small amount of order, after all what determines what people can and cannot be in trouble for? Or if the punishment fits the crime committed, if it’s a crime in the first place.” He pointed out, “The main thing I’m trying to say that chaos is best when it has order to balance it out.” He said
"I...I think so...but I think I'm starting to sprout fur..." She held her hand up to Luca, and he realized that the apparent discoloration was actually due to a fine white-and-black layer of fur that was growing.
Suddenly, Alice disappeared. There was nothing to mark her going, but she simply vanished.
******
As she was giving birth, something felt...wrong. Whatever she was giving birth to was...bulbous and soft. When she pushed it out, it looked like a smooth, opaque redish sphere, deforming slightly under its own weight. The umbilical cord separated easily enough.
******
Delegata appeared beside him. "What is it, dear?"
******
They decided to concentrate their efforts on a single spot. It was worth a try if nothing else.
******
Vara nodded. "Of course. I did not intend to wake her. I'm not sure what she would think if she saw how I looked now." Vara walked over to where Eveline sat and crouched down. Vara simply stared at Eveline for a while, watching her silently.
"Don't worry, you'll find I'm quite capable of keeping myself safe." Ian told Samandra as he sat in the back.
"By hiding at the back?" Samandra shot back.
"Someone's gotta eat the popcorn, dont they? Anyway, should be another one in a kilometre or three...maybe four...just gotta get through the mountains."
New Franco
Clara scoffed and shook her head. "Whatever, suit yourself."
She stepped out of the water and walked off, gathering her clothes as she did.
Elanor lay there, silently crying.
******
Lithalia, shivering, clambered over to the sphere and inspected it.
******
"I dunno...however whatever it is, it's killing a lot of the Succubi here...could be a useful ally...if not, well, I gotta assert dominance one way or another."
He wandered over in the direction of Crag.
******
After nearly the entire day and well into the night, they managed to pry the collar off of Witta. As they did so, and around three AM, they watched the collar (now off of Witta's neck) quickly repair and recompose itself, becoming a seamless band once more, devoid of damage.
It did, however, require the exhaustive efforts of all the witches to get the job done, leaving them tapped out for the next day or so. However, Iblion had apparently forgotten about Witta, and for the mean time his ignorance would serve as Witta's shield for the time being.
******
"What she thinks should not dictate how you feel," Nelly murmured as she stood slightly behind Vara, giving her a respectful amount of personal space, "your own beliefs, free from whatever influence others push onto you, should dictate that."
Nelly sighed. "I am coming from, possibly, a different position as you are; I personally do not mind my current form...all the girls I have under me either love, tolerate, or come to terms with, their form...for a handful it's all they've ever known thanks to Master Iblion...however other's thoughts do not define you, nor do they dictate how you think, how you feel, what you believe or what you like and dislike."
The sphere was warm to the touch, and Lithalia could feel something indistinct moving beneath its surface.
******
"Ah...that is my experiment. Is the loss of Succubi unacceptable?"
Delegata followed, and Iblion saw Crag drinking the blood of another succubus. When it saw Delegata, it froze and paused its drinking.
******
The witches were glad that the collar didn't automatically return to Witta's neck, which was a concern. The witches quickly began to pack up everything from the safehouse. The collar was taken to a nearby cave. Spells were placed on both the safehouse and cave: tripwire spells that would simply record whoever entered the place. They wanted to see if Iblion was able to either locate the collar at any time or even track the path of the collar. After the tripwire spells were set, they left and went to a different safehouse.
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Vara nodded. "I know. Yes, you are right, Mistress. What she thinks does not dictate my own thoughts, but I don't want her to freak out if she sees me, or to worry unnecessarily, or - worst of all - I don't want her to stop trusting me. Hopefully in time I can figure out a way to remedy this, but for now I think it best that she not see me as I am."