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Region: Dreams of Good Hope

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via Cape of Good Hope

The Empire of Tyramon

North South North West Kansas wrote:Luca shrugs. “Yeah, Kansas is just a strange place, I guess. Though, I suppose I can’t complain, the breakfast is good and I never have to go to war. Plus the weather is pretty nice, at least here in Topanga.”

Corali eventually got to the point where she gave up trying to read and just asked others to read for her. It was clear that this was make her quite frustrated and a bit scared.
"Luca...what is the environment of Kansas like in general?"

Aerlanica wrote:Tabitha paused in her labours and stood still. She seemed deep in thought, and Vara respected this brilliant mind slowly processing the information. She sniffed briefly, before she remained deep in thought before turning to Vara.

Her mouth open, closed, then finally she spoke.

"If war has...if...if..."

She paused further.

"Why do we and Aerlanica continue to go to war then? haven't we learnt better?" She asked, partly horrified, partly confused and perplexed, like a mother trying to rationalise a destructive action of a child.

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"No can do, most the ideas I've got involve metal; not much you can do with wood and stone and since I come from a place where metal's used in practically everything...I'm a bit short changed on idea-"

She looked up, seeing the streak of fire and metal in the sky.

"Huh...what was that?" She asked, gesturing to the sky.

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Iblion watched Delegata, his pride for her slowly growing. Delegata could sense it as well; while there was always love (or at least lust) and loyalty between them, Delegata slowly sensed Iblion growing...impressed, proud, pleasantly surprised. Even he was beginning to take notes, whether genuinely or to make Delegata feel good about herself.

Iblion made sure not to "break" any of Delegata's new "Toys", but did enjoy a little roughhousing. Even the children began to call him all maner of paternal titles, seemingly associating Delegata and Iblion together. Furthermore, he obviously enjoyed the screams and cries of mercy and pain Delegata created during the torture sessions, and almost always after he would force himself upon her, overcome with love and euphoria.

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Lithalia grabbed the child immediately after the umbilical chord was severed. As the doctor, under the influence of a Succubi's enthrallment, reached for the child to continue her orders, Lithalia reached out with her hand and gave an ever so slight twist. The neck snapped and the doctor collapsed, dead.

"No one is to touch my child without my permission." She hissed viciously, scurrying back into her make-shift nest of sorts in an almost animalistic way.

"Yes Mistress." came the chorus of acknowledgement from the gathered Succubi, all struck with awe as they gazed upon the first child to be born to a Succubi. Many were jealous, hands wandering to their bellys where their infertile organs lay, many were saddened by this fact, knowing they would never experience this joy. However all were filled with excitement; a child was born, and what great things it meant they were sure would show themselves.

As the child began to cry, Lithalia's vicious, narcissistic veil fell away and concern filled her expression.

"Oh...no don't cry, it's ok, Mummy's here...oh you must...maybe you're hungry...here."

Lithalia brought the child's head to her breast, where she made sure it latched well. She let out a small giggle as the crying stopped, and she began to hold her daughter.

"That's right...mummy's here...and I won't ever let anyone take you away from me...not even Master...you're mine...and I'll call you..."

She paused, deep in thought before a thought came to you.
"I'll call you Alyne...thats a good name, right? My beautiful Alyne...welcome to a world which is little more than your playground."

She turned to the succubi.
"Lock down the palace, activate the centurions and cataphracts, double the guard; this palace will become a fortress, a fortress that will destroy anyone who seeks to even lay their unwarranted sight on Alyne...understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Lithalia." they murmured.

"You five, stay here, you'll help me raise and care for Alyne."

William nodded.
"So? what now?"

"Well, I need to pick up Miss Darcy and make my way to some tribals to apologise...but...other than that my schedule's free."

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Tyramon

Eastrid tilted her head to the side. She was having trouble reading as well, but was pretending to read and understand the words Kenji was saying.

Vara shook her head.
"It would seem that people are not very good at learning from mistakes. People all too often do the same thing over and over again no matter how much it damages them."

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The sergeant saw it as well.
"Hmm...must have been the enemy, although I've never seen them look like that..."
He turned to a guard.
"You, call it in."
The soldier nodded and ran off. The sergeant sighed.
"We may be out of time. Our own warships should be arriving soon. They are mighty vessels. A one is even made of new armor plates, so the enemy won't know where the cannons are placed."

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Given the after effect of the torture sessions, Delegata began to do more and more of them. The children were slowly becoming demonic as they were mischievous and evil. One particular boy already had small nubs of horns growing and a one-inch reptilian tail, and Delegata let him try torturing a couple of people.

(Were they gonna go on tour of the succubi and incubi manors or something like that?)

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The child continued to grow quickly. By the end of the day, it already looked to be a few months old and perhaps a year old by the second day. However, it didn't really look like Lithalia, as though it really wasn't her child, and it bore no horns or tail or other succubus feature - it was not a succubus, that much was clear. It was also very hungry but seemed to be healthy.

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