Charlie nods. “I’m thinking about watching a movie. My husband’s been dying to see Toaster Dude 6 so we might go do that later, I’ve heard it’s supposed to be pretty good.”
“Yeah, it’s always nice to see things turn around like that for someone you care about.”
Nathan nods. “Yeah, sure, that sounds like fun.”
Trucy nods. “I will, thanks.” She leads Harold and Darcy off into the forest.
"Yeah, fair enough. I hadn't thought of this as being psychic, but I suppose it is."
******
After a few hours of more or less the same, the Royal Emperor told her that he was going for an inspection of some equipment. "I'll leave it up to you if you wish to come - if you can continue to behave yourself. If not, you may go."
Nalan nods, “Alright, I think we’re here, we’d better get started.” He says as he pulls up to an outlet mall with several stores in it
———— Samandra nods, “I’ve never been one for action movies, they all are basically the same thing.” She says with a laugh. “Anyways, have fun with that” she says
Beyondverse Yui smiled, “It is! I couldn’t be more happy for her! The only downside is…” she pauses, “Her fiancée dated someone before, and apparently is a tad bit obsessed. So my cousin has decided to take drastic measures…” Yui says with a sigh, “Mikalan is heading here soon because he tracked the obsessed ex to this planet.” She said
"Alright, let's take a look around town." He said, addressng Cory, Nathan and Kiki.
******
Harold and Darcy followed, quietly asking Trucy about the current state of the town.
"I do as well."
They continued eating the meal, eventually finishing, before an aide walked in. "Mr Calahan Sir, the boy's've been assembled sir." He said.
Calahan nodded and turned to Delegata and Iblion. "Shall we?"
Iblion shrugged with a smirk. "I'm not too fussed about the other boys, your ass'll do fine Calahan." He murmured.
Calahan nodded. "Well, We can retire to my quarters after I assist Madame Delegata here, we can do our usual routine then."
He turned to Delegata. "The boys, hopefully, will be waiting at the front of the Mansion.
******
"Yeah, it's anything that pertains to the mind, thats all...so just keep practicing that I think; the excercise is pretty simple and if you're getting stressed from that you need to...sorta...it's like shoes; at first they're a pain to walk in, but once you break them in they're ok."
******
Nelly frowned. "If I go, will you play with me after?" She asked, pouting.
"No promises." The Royal Emperor said.
Nelly, annoyed, walked to the side of the table, and placed her finger on a paperweight. Slowly, she flicked it towards the edge, getting it closer and closer-
"Nelly." Came the stern voice of the Emperor, eliciting a groan from Nelly.
Nelly stopped, sat down on the ground, and groaned. "I just want you to play with me but you never let me. It's always work work work with you, why don't you relax a bit like Master Iblion."
"Good. And there is one other thing." Delegata pulled out another box, identical to the others. "I need you to look after this box. Do not open it, keep it safe." She handed him the box.
******
Vara nodded. "Makes sense. So that is all then?"
******
"Because I have a lot of work to do. It is as simple as that. Although, even if I had more time, I suppose that I still would likely not...relax in the way you seem to prefer. Also, keep in mind that Iblion gave you to me. He is no longer your master, and you should not call him such. Still be respectful, though. Perhaps simply 'sir' or something similar."
Calahan raised an eyebrow and slipped it into his pocket.
"Very well."
He led Delegata and Iblion back out to the front of the mansion, where just over one thousand Succubi stood spread out.
"Here they are, do you need a megaphone?" Calahan asked.
******
"Well, I'm afraid if I do anything else I'll send you into a coma for a few days...you could try and move some objects. All you do is just think about an object, and just think about moving it in a certain direction, or to a point in space. Hand motions arent really that important, but they help out a bit."
******
Nelly looked to the Royal Emperor and sighed. "Can I at least get a soldier to play with me, Master?"
Samandra showed him the title, 233 Celsius “It’s a book about, well quite simply, burning books and a big brother organization that misleads the public with the controlling of media and information.” She said
New Franco “Now go, find a place to sit, your breakfast is almost ready” Golgoth said with a small smile.
Paul nods. “I shouldn’t need much, considering I have no job and no life.” He laughs softly.
Charlie shrugs. “My husband thinks that the lead actor guy is hot.” He smiles slightly. “To be fair, he is pretty hot.” (Lol random thought popping into my head, I kinda wanna do something with the lead actor from the Toaster Dude movies at some point, that could be entertaining)
“Ah, well, that sounds like a bit of a mess,” Cait says.
Kiki nods. “Sounds good.” They walk into the small village, looking around at the small huts and open, garden-style areas where various plants grow happily. “Malaho,” a young boy approaches the group, greeting them in the tribe’s language. “Ah... you’re the queen, right?” Kiki nods. “Malaho. I’m Kiki. Nice to meet you.”
Trucy answers their questions, telling them that the village— “town seems like too big of a word for it”— is going quite well. Their gardens are nearly ready to harvest, and the whole village had gone down to Waffle Valley into the city over the weekend, and had made a float for the breakfast week parade.
Tyramon Luca looks at Eastrid, giving her a black skirt. “You need to get out of that skirt immediately. Go put this on instead.” And...” he hands her a blueish scarf to go with the shirt. “Put this on over your shoulders as well. I think it’ll go. And in the meantime I’ll pay for Corali’s stuff here.”
Nalan nodded, “Well, part of that hopefully will be taken care of. It’s not much but if you ask Samandra I think her office is looking for a janitor.” He said
———— Samandra nods, “I’ll have to give you that.” she laughs, “At least your husband can appreciate the masculine figure.” She laughed.
Beyondverse Yui nodded, “Yeah it is, Mikalan should be here soon. I heard that he was landing.” She said, when she said that someone walked in. It was Mikalan with his long blonde hair and his light skin and blue eyes. “Hello Ms. Yui, I assume Ms. Shunni has already said why I’m here?” He said, taking a bow.
“Of course Mikalan, take a seat.” Yui said with a smile
Calahan nodded. "Very well, if you request that I leave, I shall leave you to it, Madame."
He turned to address the Incubi before him, who lacked the rigid structure that the female Succubi posessed in Iblion's presence, nor the refinement of Richards thirteenth century fantasy.
"Alright Lads, this is Madame Delegata; address her as you would address Lord Iblion. That means if I hear one peep that you've been annoying or disrespectful there'll be Hell to pay...or should I say Iblion's lawn?"
There was a murmur of laughter accompanied at the pained groan at the obviously terrible joke; it appeared there was high ammounts of raport between Calahan and his Incubi.
"Master Iblion, shall we?" Calahan asked with a smile.
"Damn right, been a while since I've seen that sweet ass of yours." Iblion flirted, placing an arm around Calahan's shoulder and escorting him away.
******
"Eh, not really; Caroline tried one time and blew her eardrums out and was blind for a week. It's sorta...it's a training thing, once you get the ability to do so, you gotta train...like...exercise or something."
"And...do you know how it works?"
Harmony shrugged. "Beats me, all I know is that I can do it."
******
Nelly, obviously distracted by something but subservient to the Royal Emperor, sighed. "Ok Master."
(All g)
"Oh...interesting, a metaphor of how little we know I presume."
******
New Franco
"Fine." Clara said with a smirk, leaving the kitchen for the dining hall.
William stood back and gave a wave.
"Hello there." He murmured.
******
"Seems impressive...this...breakfast week parade, what is it about? And this float...what is it? some form of contraption or aparatus?"
"Oh, a float is like...something about like a bit of a diarama on wheels." Darcy explained.
"Ah, interesting...what does your float look- no, I shall wait for the parade, do not spoil it for me." Harold said with a smile.
Eastrid took the items of clothing and shrugged, listening to Luca's advice, and throwing a scarf (haphazardly) over her shoulder as one would a sack of potatoes.
Samandra nodded, “You would be right, it’s also a critique of governments such as Tryamon that are fascist or dictatorial in nature.” She said
New Franco After a few minutes Golgoth arrived with a plate of food: pancakes, bacon, eggs (scrambled and sunny-side up), sausage, and a biscuit.
“I’m sorry if it’s not the best, I’m talented at multiple things, but considering I don’t need food to live. Cooking is not one of them.” She said, giving Clara the plate. “Also I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I fixed everything I could think of.”
Ian snickered. "Like they're going to care about some book. Anyone who thinks they can achieve change through complaining and whining about something is living a fantasy."
New Franco
"Ah thats all good, thanks for the effort."
Clara noticed Golgoth didn't get herself a plate. "Uh...arent you having some?"
Samandra sighed, “I was just pointing out what the book talks about.” She said, “Besides the author didn’t write it to those types of governments to try and make a change by, as you say, ‘whining and complaining’, he wrote it to be a word of warning to those living in democracies, or governments that are not tyrannical in nature. To remind them that the freedom they have is never more than a generation away.” She continued.
New Franco “I’ll get me some in just a minute, I just wanted to see if you liked it before I did.” Golgoth replied
"Well if I have any personal experience with sudden changes from democracies to tyrranies, i'd say it can sometimes take a lot quicker than just "A generation" In my experience...then again, it can also take a hot minute as well."
He lent back in his chair.
"Now the slow burns...those are the interesting ones; so many moving parts, it's a wonder people don't see it coming, you'd...you'd expect them to catch wind of it and do something about it but...they just don't...strange, and in a awkward way oddly amusing-Now now, I know what you're saying; "Aren't you the fascist" but to be honest, politics is boring, I hate politics, all this "ideology this" and "doctrine that" is just...pfff...annoying and always just so much noise...ugh I swear if I have to go through another political spiel again I'll literally try to off myself."
"You are helping us overthrow Tyramon."
"Just because I hate politics, and hate it when people prostletyse about the stuff, doesn't mean I won't do stuff like this, ok?"
New Franco
"Dude, I always eat with my guests...here..."
She got up, grabbed another plate and cutlery, and scraped half of her food onto Golgoth's plate,
"You'll always eat with me in this relationship, ok? Call me queen and treat me fine all you want, we're equals, ok? Don't forget that."
She sat down, took a bite into the bacon and chewed. She frowned, looked at Golgoth's plate and grimaced briefly. After a pause, Clara quickly took another piece of bacon from Golgoth's plate in a shameless manner.
“Unlike you, I am quite interested in politics. How it happens, why certian types of governments run the way they run, what deals happen behind closed doors.” Samandra said, “And from what I’ve gathered, many versions of me from different universes are in the room where it happens so to speak and I’m proud of that.” She said
New Franco “Did you… like it?” She asked as she took a bite of her pancakes, and slightly regretted it as they were a little chewy than she hoped.
Delegata waited for them to leave, then took a breath before starting. "I want you to pick two representatives from amongst yourselves. You have five minutes to do so." Strangely, all the incubi heard Delegata as though she was only a meter or two in front of them.
******
Vara nodded. "Curious...well, if I do try it, then I'll be careful. What are you doing now then?"
"Well I can give you a very firm criticism of a Democracy if you want, on the pretext you recognise I am a neutral, apolitical party."
New Franco
"I...er...dunno...I'm-" she let out a small burp, "-I'm gonna need more...er...samples...yeah...that..."
The Incubi's looked amongst themselves and began murmuring. After two minutes, and Delegata sighing and turning to look at the alpine mountain landscape, she was given a small jumpscare as they all yelled something in unison.
"Rock! Paper! Scissors!"
Three strikes were heard along with this cry, and soon a collection of Incubi began making their way to the side. This repeated many a time; sometimes only a handful of Incubi were beaten, sometimes nearly half of the cohort which was still "in" walked to the sideline.
Eventually, it came down to two Incubi's; One had ochre skin, dark brown hair and a basic caprine horn structure, while the other posessed beautiful, if small, Markhor horns, and magenta skin. The whole affair took only a few seconds over the five minute time frame, but those seconds mostly consisted of the two walking towards Delegata, the victors of what was possibly the largest Incubi Rock Paper Scissors tournament in all history.
******
Harmony looked at Vara. "Thinking about what I can show you...in a way that will not kill you. Also, I don't know everything...have you met Michelle?"
Vara hadn't.
"Well she helps me on my runs from time to time; she's teaching me shape shifting. So far, I can only do it for ten minutes but...maybe I could...hmmm..."
She grimaced. "Ok...If you try this, and you feel as though your head or brain is getting hot and you're getting drowsy, immediately stop; that's your mind being overstressed and it runs the risk of you getting a stroke or a brain aneurism ok?"
******
Nelly paused, then looked to the ground and shuffled.
"Mi...uh...Lady Delegata has given me a box and told me not to open it...but...it's awake."
"Awake?"
Nelly nodded. "It's...it's calling me and telling me that if I open it it'll give me pleasure but Lady Delegata said I can't open it and it's driving me mad and...and...I just want to distract myself from it to be a good servant but It's getting louder and louder."
She curled up on the floor as tears leaked from her eyes. "I don't know what to do, I just...I just want distraction...I want to push it to the back of my mind but it's getting so hard..."
The two bronzes were summoned. "Incubi, you may take your pick. Without using any sort of magic, I want you to educate these two - one for each of you - in the ways of sexual pleasure."
******
Vara nodded. Given her previous experience with psychic abilities, she guessed that her mind might be stronger and thus more resilient - but, she would still be careful, and cautious not to let on how powerful she was.
Of course, there was also the possibility that there would be extra stress from these two separate abilities, so that was another reason to be careful.
******
"Ah...and what would happen if you opened it? Did Delegata say what would happen? Would she think to punish you?"
“Sure!” Samandra said, closing the book, “I’d imagine it’s something I’ve already considered, but I’d love to hear what you have to say” she said
New Franco Golgoth frowned, “I’m sorry, I did try my best. I just wanted to try and do something I thought was nice.” She said, taking a bite of the eggs.
Ian stared at her. "First of all, Democracy relies on the public believing in it and protecting it; too much deadlock in the government, percieved unfairness in the system, people who want it gone and people who don't care about it makes it weak. Likewise, people seem to not realise they can't please everyone, and by allowing everyone to scream about whatever they want to scream about ultimately leads to people screaming about an end to democracy.
"Then theres the inevitable searching for a sweet spot; too little people in the government, it's more of an oligarchy than anything, to much government means the beurocracy is broken and often takes some...'greasing'...for it to turn. Political division doesn't help either; if everyone's at each others throats in some sort of "us versus them" competition, that means it's pathetically easy for you to just brush it aside as they won't respond with propper methods to threats.
"Democracy is, inherently, relaint on the knowledge and intellect of the people, unlike a dictatorship or a monarchy. Have a bunch of dumbasses try to run a democracy and you've got a recipie for a collapse for smart, intelligent people who actually know what theyre doing, and what they want, to take over."
New Franco
Clara grabbed Golgoth's plate and flung the food onto hers. "Guess i'll have to eat all this for you...um...out of the goodness of my heart of course."
The ochre coloured one turned to nate and shrugged. "I take the guy, you take the girl?" he asked.
The other one shrugged. "I ain't got no problem with that." He murmured.
The ochre incubi shrugged and motioned for Nate to follow. "Come along, you got experience?"
The red one watched his friend depart and turned to Alice. "Hey, shall we?"
******
Harmony nodded. "Alright...now, this isn't like something Master Iblion did to you, but, it'll temporarily shift you for as long as you concentrate on it and your brain doesn't explode."
She held up her fingers. "Imagine, your entire...wait hang on."
Harmony departed briefly. After five minutes, she returned with a full-body mirror and placed it against the wall. "Now, look at yourself, and imagine like...a three dimensional image of your body, your whole body, ok? think of this mirror as training wheels."
******
"I think she would punish me..." She murmured, "and maybe hurt my girls."
"Your girls?"
"Well, technically they're our girls; as a Matriarch I lord...well...lady? lady...over Succubi to be used by you as you wish."
"Including Vara?"
"Yes...of course...but...if I open this box...Delegata may grow furious and harm me...and If i'm harmed my girls may be kidnapped by other Patriarchs and Matriarchs...then I'll never find them again."
(Wait who is Nate? I assume you mean the male bronze.)
"Uh, yeah. The Sorcerer has been taking us from manor to manor. We've been doing the same thing at each place."
** ** **
Alice nodded. "Alright. We shall."
******
Vara nodded. She concentrated and began to imagine. Slowly, the image of her body began to form in her mind. Frankly, she didn't need the mirror. She had done this sort of thing many times in the past. Usually it wasn't her own body. It was sometimes the body of a person of interest, and she would have to memorize every detail about them quickly for later recall and review. Other times it was the layout of a building or city or complex or something similar, where she would have to work out optimal entrance and exit routes very quickly. Or, other times, it was the anatomy of a person, either for torture or assassination - or, once in a while, for medical purposes to save a person, but that was rare. It had only ever happened once in the past.
Imagining her body was thus not particularly difficult. She was familiar with her human body, and merely had to account for the changes.
Vara nodded again. "Alright. I have the image."
******
"Well, we can't have that. Remind Delegata that you and the girls are mine. If she wants to harm you or them, or if Iblion wants to use them, they have to come to me and ask. You are all mine and mine alone to use as I see fit, and I do not see fit for harm to befall you or the 'girls'. You have my protection." The Royal Emperor picked up a report from his desk and looked it over. Without looking up, he spoke. "Tell me, Nelly, how high of temperatures can succubi work in? And do you require oxygen to breath? Are you susceptible to gasses and substances that would be deadly to humans?"
Corali blushed hard. "Oh...I...uh..." She paused, thinking about Spencer...then thinking about how things were the last time they spoke. "No...I don't have a mate."
"Ah...interesting must be a bit tired at this stage; how many you've been to?"
******
"So, I'm Carlson, what's your name?"
"Alice."
"Lovely name for a lovely woman." Carlson replied with a smile.
******
"Huh, that was quick...you...you sure?"
Vara nodded.
"Ok...cool...now. Thats your body...now make differences to the body of what you want...maybe your hair is longer, or your horns arent there or something...the more changes, the harder it is to keep it together for longer. Once you decide your differences, imagine this body-" a poke to her shoulder, "-is now that body...it'll take a lot of effort first time around, so I'll have the tissues handy."
As if to show she was serious, she hed up a box of tissues and shook them briefly.
******
Nelly looked to The Royal Emperor. "I mean...well...we do need oxygen...and while our eyes sting a bit we can bear heats in the hundred and tens uncomfortably...and as for...toxins...I think we're resiliant, but not immune...no we might be immune...hang on..."
A long pause.
"I'm pretty sure we're just very, very resistant to toxins...why?"
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