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Clash of Realms	By : RaphaelTMNT Category: -Misc Anime > Crossovers Views: 3294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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lash of Realms
CHP39: Personal Exploration

Gerrick crouched further under the studio's overhang and fingered a smoke. He cupped his hands around the end and flicked the old steel lighter. A wreath of clove-scented smoke trickled out his nose and mouth as he stamped warmth back into his feet. He had needed to clear several things out of his head- at least that was the excuse he told himself. For the past few months he'd been trying to stop smoking, but the stresses of work and life in general always seemed to bring him back, no matter how much he tried. He took another long deep whiff and then rubbed a palm over his forehead as he blew out a cloud of smoke.
But today there was a difference, he was wavering and doing things he normally wouldn't, consisting of his speech pattern. It was this model. She was getting under his skin and unsettling him. Normally he didn't prefer a beautiful model. He liked to see deficiencies ruddy birthmarks of all shapes and sizes, a breast just a fraction heavier than its opposite, a nose twisted or odd. He enjoyed seeing a presentation spreading in the skin of the models. For Gerrick their bodies spoke volumes, what they might have been through or hardships. This is why he got into this profession. He was a true artist in every sense of the word, he liked to believe. That was the mantra he repeated to himself every time a new drop of paint stained his pants, every time his crisp oxford shirt cuffs got stained with turpentine and began fraying.
Gerrick stood a moment more to watch the rain darken the sidewalk concrete as he breathed out. He turned back toward the studio and tried to push his shadowed thoughts from his head. He inhaled the heady mineral smell and stepped behind his easel without glancing up at the model. She was dressed in and modeling a newly hot sale swimsuit in the color of orange. She had light blue colored hair, which was tied back with a black maid headband that had one gold star on the left side. She has bottomless purple eyes and G-cup breasts, which was one of her features that stood out most.
She was waiting with pensive silence. Impeccably legs were met by a narrow waist, full breasts and an exotic face. And then there was her head tilted at that angle which induced mystery and secrets. She was like a divinity, eye candy. She had a gravitational pull that he could feel even as he studied her likeness on canvas. The other photographers were spread around her like satellites to a planet. The distance seemed to close as she shifted imperceptibly and glanced his way.
The blood thickened in his veins. Her dark gaze drew him even further in. He dropped his eyes back to canvas and silently cursed himself. He generally didn't let women bend him like this. He bent them. It was alarming. And she felt her presence had an effect on them all, but this was no different from anywhere else she traveled. The way he looked at her was the same way that so many men looked.
This was a small time gig, but she was willing to take up anything and make her way slowly up the latter. While the photographers snapped photos, Gerrick slathered more red onto his brush and began filling in her curves. He was normally a painter devoted to natural realism. This time he caressed bold red into every portion of her skin. He mixed purple and black and filled the whole of her eyes from inner crease to outer tip with an emptiness like outer space. He filled her hair with stars of blue. He glanced up again to check the line of her chin, the fine curl of her ear and noticed she was now boldly studying him. The bones that had before seemed so fluid and soft now had an edge to them a steel under the velvet that he had missed. He put a flame in one hand and a spear in the other.
He worked feverishly. The blood that had thickened now rushed to his extremities and filled his face and fingers with warmth. The other three painters had packed up their oils, drawn down a cover over her face, a femme fatale in some, a virginal bride in others, and pushed brushes into coffee cans filled with mineral oil. He darkened the crimson under each breast and stepped backwards. Kurono Kurumu enjoyed all the attention, she was a succubus and it was natural. She kept a straight face and blank expression even if she was tempted to shoot a wink or two to her onlookers. Gerrick was the last of the painters to finish but the photographers taking a few last minute shots, the succubi directed to strike a few different poses over the table. Afterwards she was helped off the table and redressing in her clothing, before setting her eyes on a specific painter.
"Interesting take, do I look like that to you?" her accent added a strange twist to the syllables.
Biting over his tongue in surprise, Gerrick almost jumped out of his shoes as he was startled by the woman walking up on him. He speculated briefly if she were Japanese even with those wide eyes. His teeth lightly grazing his lower lip, he turned to see her now dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark purple jacket with white fur over the neck area. It almost startled him to see her clothed. He passed a hand through his curls and frowned at the paint he left behind.
"In some sense yes and no, I suppose," he offered a smile full of more confidence than he felt.
"Hmm," She peered again at the canvas over his shoulder. "Why the sword? Do I take you as the warrior type?"
Gerrick turned his head and reassessed the painting, having no idea she'd ask so many questions.
"It fits, does it not? Just one of the first thoughts that came to mind in the moment. And there's something that's so captivating about a warrior of great beauty. Do you like it?"
She smiled again at him.
"I do, you're very talented," she offered him one elegant hand. "I'm Kurono Kurumu, and you?"
He gave her a smile and shook her hand uncertainly, not sure whether to kiss it or shake it. The warmth of her hand filled his palm and seemed to spread upward. "Gerrick Wright."
"It was a pleasure to meet you. Honestly I don't know how long I'll be in town for. I've been sort of all over the place with my current agent. But hey, I should see you tomorrow," she offered him a warm smile and then disappeared through the studio doors.
He still held his hand out.
"Yeah sure," he turned back again to the canvas. He could feel her calluses still imprinted in his hand. "I look forward to it."
Kurumu was in and out of the studio which was another long dragged-out day. And it was down the block where she caught a taxi returning her back to the motel she was staying in a couple miles away. The idea was to rest up for the next hour and just reflect on the day's events before getting back at it again tomorrow. While she sat in the back seat of the cab, the succubus reached into her pocket and taking a small business card into hand. Everything that she did, she wanted to do on her own if possible but sometimes a little assist wasn't all bad. With this she didn't want to cheat or cut any corners. Since she had accepted his offer that night, she still had yet to make the call but the more time that passed it seemed that would soon change.
Taking a deep breath she lowered it back into her pocket and sat silently for the duration of the ride. In twenty short minutes she was out of the taxi and up the steps into her temporary residence. Ageha had made the trip, but as she entered there was no sign of her. But there was however another, someone that she did not expect.
"Mizore! This is a surprise," the succubus set her purse aside and approached the snow woman. "How did you know to find me here, I didn't tell anyone where I was working?"
"Your mother," Mizore sucked on a lollipop in her mouth. "Been trying to contact you for the last few days and when you didn't respond I reached out to her."
Letting out a sigh, Kurumu sat over a couch opposite of Mizore.
"Yes, I know and I was going to get back to you it's just that I've been very occupied. I'm really trying to make it in this, and what I'm doing but it's really time consuming. This is my calling, or at least I think it is..."
Mizore looked over her blandly, leaning forward with her hands over her knees.
"You're a succubus, your charm abilities could get you anywhere or anything. Sure, it would be deceitful but no one would never know so I don't see what the big deal would be. Your life, your choice, I guess."
"I've discussed this with you before, I won't result to any of that unless absolutely dire. I am happy however to see you like this, is there a reason you came all the way out. Oh and by the way, how are the little ones?"
"Doing fine, out on a hunting trip with their father. It's their first. And just here as support, Ageha told me you were invited to an upcoming carnival to perform and I wanted to be there for you like last time."
With her eyes closed the succubus shook her head.
"Keyword, was. It looked like a done deal but my agent wasn't able to get me in, so now I'm stuck working a smaller job but work is work. Still, I appreciate you coming all the way out here it's always good to see a friend."
"Sorry to hear, but I know you'll make it. Other opportunities will come and you'll have your chance to reach the top, I know you will."
Kurumu grinned at the confidence her friend had in her, causing her positive energy to rise from within.
"Well I don't want to waste your efforts from coming all the way out here, want to join me and mother for dinner? Gonna rest up for a bit, but I definitely could use some assistance preparing the meal."
"I could never say no," Mizore smiled as Kurumu did the same back.
XXX
The purple haired vampire was taking her time down the hall with a large stack of papers, afforded to her by the Dark Lord. The top of them with the heavy signature of her master and the kingdom's queen. She very much appreciated and working so closely with the Dark Lord, viewing her as not only her master but family. Selene hoped the Supreme Commander would be where she believed he was supposed to. Much like any other holding a position similar to his own, Issa Shuzen. Sighing heavily she did not see the lump in the rug, sending her toppling forward and pile the papers scattering.
From the other side of the hall Apunda approached, she was a warrant officer 1 and the heel of a hand pressed against her forehead, trying to subdue a rising headache. One of her pets had managed to get loose in the building again. Hell if she knew how they followed her to the capital, but then again, some of the breeds she kept were very intelligent. The others were just stubborn. This time, it was a Vorgo. It was similar to a big cat, but with wings and mostly ate only fruits. And it was down the hall and up ahead that she took notice of Selene, one of the queen's right hands.
"Kayeda! You ok?" she asked, pulling the vampire up to her knees, sending a sharp look at the Vorgo.
"Sadie," the woman said as she composed herself and looked to the thing she tripped over. "You are very fortunate Apunda, I love animals."
And just with that, she started to gather all the scattered papers before anyone else came around and stepped over them. She was grateful for the help but was not going to openly express it. She had a task to do and would not be torn from it.
"Yeah, they're nice, but they tend to follow all over," she griped lightly.
The signature on one of the papers caught her eye, and her brow furrowed as she looked at the medic. "Why do you have stuff related to Aqualanteis? I thought…"
"Confidential," Selene answered in one word.
"I see, but did you hear about vice admiral Akifumi? Heard he's in deep water with the Dark Lord, bet she'll give him a mouthful when they meet in the hour."
"What happened?" Selene's steps slowed up.
"Didn't hear all the details, but something about one of our new transfers and his mishandling of the situation."
Apunda quietly watched the purple haired vampire disappear around the corner after that. And just like that the medic was on her way to Building C, and it was just as the Dark Lord said. Luckily the meeting had already concluded and the trainees clearing out of the room. Issa's hands were situated inside his jacket pockets and only noticed her at the last moment as she advanced inward.
"Kayeda," he said with surprise. "Do you have an appointment, I don't recall seeing your name over the list?"
"No appointment, Commander. I've been sent by my master to deliver you this," she held the folder out in front of her.
In a couple steps he took the photo out of her hands and took a look at the contents inside. While he did this, she stood by silently. It was only a quick skim, but after he was finished he tossed the folder over a nearby table. Her eyes then followed him while he headed for the door and locked it.
"Tell me, Selene... does Akasha have you running any more errands on the day? Are you expected back in a certain amount of time?"
She gazed up at him strangely, questioning what that was supposed to mean.
"Not really, only this and then it's on to my own studies. Doctor stuff, nothing you'd be interested in. Why do you ask, Commander?"
Shuzen chortled as he slowly moved in on her, and the medic becoming somewhat tense but standing her ground as he circled her.
"No need to be so proper, address me as you always have. And it's been awhile since then, since the last time hasn't it?"
"Since what?"
A chuckle right away escaped his lips.
"Playing the innocent card, you've always tried to come off as such between the three of you, while you might be the baddest. You I know exactly what I'm talking about, and I can feel it all over you. When is the last time you relieved yourself, and enjoyed the pleasures of passion?"
Her cheeks turned a bright red and she was incapable of looking at him directly.
"Here... you want to do it right here, but you are on a deadline and Akasha-sama wants those papers back from you on her desk, ASAP!"
And suddenly he moved up closer on her and seizing her chin as he shook his head before planting a kiss on her lips.
"Calm down, the papers can wait. I'll get back to Akasha in due time," he whispered against her lips.
Again his lips lowered over hers as she kissed him back. The kiss itself caused her to drop her pen, forgetting about anything else on her schedule. Slowly, she let her hands slide sensually up to his shoulders as he broke the kiss. It had been so long since she'd kissed him. In fact it was the first time in years and she was somewhat surprised that it took this long. But the more she thought, the more she realized how occupied both had been particularly herself in dealing with Wayne, the newly turned.
"You are sure about this, right now? Right here?" she whispered back.
He grinned against her lips as he nodded.
"You like it like this, the dangers and possibility of being caught," he said before diving back in, running his fingers through her hair, another wrapping around her thin waist.
He shifted, pulling her into his lap over a nearby sofa in the lounge as he leveled himself up over it. Her lips were moving fearlessly like a wild fire against his, as both her hands slid up and under his worn jacket along his chest, slowly running them up and down. He sighed against her mouth, nibbling at her neck, one hand running through her hair, and the other one playing with her dress, twining the ribbon that held the top together through his fingers. He played with her pulse point, allowing her to start to ease the jacket back and off, pulling on the ribbon. She shivered as he played with her neck, doing nothing as her dress started to open when the ribbon fell from its place in a river of satin.
Issa pushed Selene backwards onto the couch, allowing his jacket to fall to the ground before reaching around to undo the rest of the back of her dress. Her purple hair fluffed out beneath her, contrasting against the back of the couch. She was watching him carefully as she worked on his shirt, opening it and lightly dragging her fingers down his chest. She kept her eyes locked to his bright red ones, his grin stimulating her.
He swallowed back a slight moan as delicate fingers played with his chest, the slight dusting of hair tickling as she ruffled it. He finished with her dress, and gently pulled it down, slipping her arms from the sleeves one at a time, kissing her fingertips as they exited the fabric. Once he kissed the second hand she gently brushed the left side of his face with her hand and winked. She then pushed his shirt off of him and dropped it on his jacket. Leaning up, she kissed his neck, working up to his ear. She licked at the area before barring her fangs and biting into that side of his neck and drinking his blood. Issa groaned at the feel of this and hugged her close up against his body for a couple moments.
He arched his head back, allowing her better access. His hands moved down her arms, traveling to her bra, slowly pushing the straps down to gain access to her chest. A small throwing knife was removed from her bra and placed to the side with his jacket before tweaking a nipple. She lightly gasped in his ear followed by a purr before she went back to kissing and nibbling at his neck. Her chest slightly moving towards his hand.
The vampire commander grinned against her neck, rolling a nipple under his thumb before drawing the other into his mouth, nipping gently. His hips rotated against her lower torso, his free hand pulling her dress the rest of the way down. Selene lightly moaned and shifted to help get her dress off then wrapped a leg around on his. Her nails dragging down his back as she rolled her hips against his.
"We'd be so dead if Akasha-sama caught us like this," Selene purred into his ear.
Issa smirked and groaned as he tossed her dress to the side, running his hand up her garter belt, teasingly drifting towards the junction of her thighs, his other hand massaging her breast. He straddled her now, allowing himself to drape over the medic. Biting back another moan, a smirk fell on her lips. Suddenly she pushed at his one side while pulling down the leg hers held. Rolling them on the floor where she landed on top of him.
Issa groaned as he landed hard, arms splayed as he had the wind knocked from him. He coughed as he tried to get breath back in his lungs, but he reached for her as he tried to get a little purchase under his feet. She leaned down and kissed him as she picked up her knife. Using it she cut his belt and pants buttons, before she went to remove them.
"Always doing the unnecessary, such a bad girl you are," Issa chortled, running his fingers up and down her sides, tickling the undersides of her breasts, much to her enjoyment, judging by the light moan and quivering.
She dragged the blade down her body she cut open her garter belt and underwear, removing it from her body. She smirked at him and stabbed the knife into the floor three inches from his head. "Your ass is mine."
XXX
How the gentle winds of red leafs were suddenly substituted with a downpour of large, colorful raindrops, monsters weren't able to predict. They fell without cautioning, a sudden rough sparkle against a marble colored sky, pounding and attacking the streets, writhing.
That one eccentric shower managed to catch Dinah on her way back to the small cabin they rented out, the raindrops plummeting with loud echoing thumps in front of her. While she stared in in at the downpour she moved along in a slow jog. At this, she broke into a run, shielding her head as she searched for cover as it really started to come down.
Children within the area ran as she did, heading for the nearest shelter from this strange and sudden shower, dodging under marquees, ducking into closed alleyways, charging into the closest home as within the community everyone knew everyone. There were also those that took cover under some of the many trees within the area. Dinah continued her way through it and for her it was refreshing, there was nothing wrong with a little rain. While at first it appeared as a normal downpour it quickly shifted and became rough as the winds picked up and Black Canary swept off her feet as she fell down into a sizeable puddle and now soaked.
"Great," she rolled her eyes in annoyance.
Depleted of protection, Canary was forced to run into the nearest forest area, avoiding trees in fear of falling branches. Her eyes inspected the surrounding area and various limbs were already lying around the ground from the wind's impact. Up ahead she spotted what would likely be the best shelter under a large stone bridge, which strangely enough, no others had taken advantage of the peaceful protection it provided.
It was cool and dark under the wide bridge, and from her shelter, Dinah could watch the storm of carp pound against the earth without any danger to herself. It was hard not to watch as one of the hundreds of fish fall upon the ground, gasping and shuddering violently for a few moments, gills flapping, and finally lie still, its jaws wide open, the eyes blank. It was a fantastic and bizarre sight. Brilliant orange and gold corpses lay about everywhere, one following another.
She almost didn't catch the sound of hurried footsteps that echoed within the bridge's protection and the exhausted panting that followed it. Turning around, she saw a tall monster grasping at his knees, gasping for breath. A few of the white bandages around his slender neck had come loose and they dangled haphazardly in front of his collarbones. From what she could tell he resembled a goblin.
He moved in beside her in search for shelter from the weather just as she did.
"New in town?" he asked, his deep voice echoing within the dark shadow of the bridge.
Dinah raised her left brow as the goblin walked over next to her in a few strides, then he quickly turned his gaze back towards the imbalanced scene that he was previously caught in, avoiding the woman's blue eyes. His arrival had charged the air with a familiar, clenching tension. Would he somehow be able to detect she was human? The thought freaked her, but she kept calm and act normal as she could.
"Is this sort of weather common around here?" she looked to make small.
"It's that time of the year, but it'll blow over," was his response.
All she kept thinking was how long it would last, so that she could slither her way out of this situation. Over and over she reminded herself to play it cool and she'd make it out of this just fine. They stood in silence, the goblin beside her, favoring his left side which she noticed he'd been injured on that side of his ribs. The quiet didn't feel awkward. Just peaceful in the midst of the now slightly fiercer downpour.
Dinah sighed and leaned against the cool wall of the base of the bridge, pushing a few strands of blonde hair out of her face. The raindrops, seen as many large splashes from a distance, were becoming more numerous, scattered across the pathways and meadows of the area. Many trees were losing limbs and branches left and right. Dinah heard the goblin slide down to the ground with a tired groan. She wondered whether she should say anything. No, it was best not to say anything and try and get through this. But it just seemed too awkward this way.
"How much longer do you think this will continue for?" Canary asked quietly.
The goblin only shrugged, but didn't make eye contact. And she suddenly thought about the two mercenaries, as well as Miukei Suzcoo. She didn't know for sure, but remembered hearing rumors about vampires and water like poison to them. If Miukei was caught in the storm, it would be lethal and Dinah hoping she found shelter somewhere. But that's also when her thoughts shifted to another. He was surely doing just fine on his own, but their journey away was lingering far longer than planned. As she told herself before, Batwing would be fine.
It was a long forty minute wait that felt more like two hours, but eventually it calmed down enough that she was able to take off. She glimpsed over her shoulder at the goblin who remained seated but said nothing. He had fallen asleep within twenty minutes of sitting and had been that way since. Dinah just hoped she wouldn't catch a cold from the conditions. She felt nothing but relief when returning to the cabin and finding her way to the flames around the fireplace.
"You got caught in that mess?"
On her knees, Dinah pivoted and looked back at the mercenary who sat in a rocking chair clear across the room.
"Sadly," she nodded.
He had just left Miukei's quarters a few minutes earlier after telling her of the incoming storm and that they should hold off on traveling, and it turns out that he was right. It was strange but this whole time she never bothered to ask but at this point it was something she was something that just plucked at her.
"Your name," she spoke just before clearing her throat. "What are your names, the other and yourself?"
Her eyes were locked in over him as she stared up at him.
"We don't have names, not in our line of work. Tags and identities are always changing for obvious reasons. Code names are provided each mission, and currently I answer to Pez."
"Okay," Dinah nodded. "And your ally?"
"Tsech."
Codenames, well given they were assassins for hire that wasn't much of a surprise. Standing upright, Dinah took off down the hall and on her way looked out a single of the windows and the storm seemed to pick up once more. She peeked into the vampire's room and spotted her walking across the carpet and over to a desk which she opened a drawer. Reaching in, she pulled out a bottle of scotch. There were three shot glasses over the top and next to the bottle. Miukei's eyes moved from side to side as a smirk shaped over her lips.
"Dinah?" her voice traveled.
"Oh," Canary's head shot up. "Do you need something?"
"Don't be shy, come in."
She took the invite and stepped through as Miukei filled two glasses, one for herself and the other for Dinah.
"Care to join me for a drink?"
"Sure, any idea when we'll head back?"
"First thing tomorrow morning, this weather is said to continue through the night. Nothing like watching the sunset," Miukei handed Dinah a single of the glasses. "You should change into some dry clothes, you humans are heavily prone to catching colds."
The vampire took a sip of what was in her glass and breathed out in relaxation. Dinah downed all of what was in her glass in one go and Miukei filling it back up just as quickly. It was sure to be a long evening and they would be cooped up inside for the entire evening and night.
XXX
General Ilon Kreing was otherwise occupied at the time, but contact was made and a meeting set between he and Fairy Tale to occur within the coming days. Ched was willing and open to discussing many different terms and bringing the ogre more into the loop. He believed that both organizations could and would benefit heavily from an increased partnership on all fronts. Ilon was however a very intractable individual and very much loved doing things his way, so there would no doubt be hurdles to overcome but in the end it would prove advantageous.
Following a small gathering, much of those that attended broke off into smaller groups and some heading out on their own from base. Kahlua Shuzen was among them and on her way out she passed the room of her half-older sister and the door slightly cracked open. Curiously she pushed the door open and stepped in with the idea to have a few words before she took off. But instead her eyes were greeted to an unanticipated sight. Along two adjacent walls were photos, cut out and pasted newspaper articles, tabloids and additional small pieces of information taped in place.
This information consisted of two persons and Kahlua fully entering as she took a closer look and immediately discovered what this info related to and it was a shock considering that it was Akua that compiled this information. Kahlua almost jumped out of her skin at the sounds of footsteps approaching from behind.
"Sorry," she immediately apologized, turning and facing Akua who emerged from a door across the room. "I shouldn't have barged in unannounced, my apologies."
"No need for all that," Akua moved in and sided with Kahlua. "So you've seen?"
The vampiress stared at her handiwork, all of the small pieces she personally collected. Kahlua too eyed the contents over the wall and shook head.
"Wonder Woman and Superman," Kahlua's eyes analyzed back and forth over the two different sections. "But why? We know all that we need to know about them, thanks to Vlet?"
"Why not? Ched shed a lot, mostly the necessities but there is always small pieces of information that float around. We know of their abilities and to some degree the way they fight, but that hardly gives us the inside scoop of how they think. All public information, mind you. But they aren't the only two."
Akua's eyes looked to another wall not far from where they stood and Kahlua's gaze following. The Shuzen vampire followed her older half-sister that way. Unlike the first two, this individual in question was with far less confirmed info and sightings.
"The Batman," Akua whispered as she took a step off to the side. "Trinity. The three of them are the heart, brains and strength of the Justice League... the foundation which holds the squad together and makes them such an unyielding force. If they fall, then so too does the hope and strength of the entire league. Ched hasn't yet detailed his plans in dealing with the JLA, but this is how I view it. But this one, among the three... he interests me most."
The eyes of Kahlua amplified.
"I've faced him twice now since our emergence."
Akua's entire expression and manner swung and this didn't go unnoticed by Kahlua. The vampire was soundless and instead she thought deeply to herself and to the encounter in Iceland. There was something that he told her and that something loomed deep. Pain was his driving force, comfort and power. A reminder that his mission wasn't over, and an incomplete promise. A promise to who, she wondered? Those were his words and had the vampire thinking for some time. And then came their confrontation in London and the knowledge he relayed in relation to her past, and of all people her dearest Jasmine. Kahlua's eyes were over her older half-sister who seemed to have left all reality and to another plain of reality entirely.
"Akua, you still with me?"
The older vampire sighed deeply while looking to Kahlua and with half a smile over her face.
"Sorry, I drifted. If possible keep this between us, I don't want Ched or anyone else breathing down my neck."
Taking no issue at all, Kahlua nodded.
"Not a word."
XXX
Above the clouds on a mountain lied a place filled with dark magic. Only the ones who had wished for death entered this place. Not a single plant could be seen and no animal had stepped foot inside this dead and fretful place. Except for him, the master of evil, or so he liked to think of himself. From one of the towers, there could be heard laughter and as the black magic circulated around him, it was clear that the one who considered himself the realm's savior and soon to be ruler, but it would take time and patience all of which he had a lot of. He stood up on stacks of books, reading, with an ornament connected to his wrist by way of a small chain. He was of course up to no good. The black aura around him made his eyes glow even brighter. He was deeply concentrated and did not even notice how much of this magic poured out, but he'd been working long and hard to condense it and the ornament around his wrist greatly assisted in this. He read more and more while moving his head from side to side as he studied each section with much detail. It was here all of this magic came from and he had centuries to study and master it. He rested one hand over the book and was with a silent chant.
He trailed his left hand over the book, experiencing pain throughout his body He had not planned how much of the black magic would damage his current vessel but after all he had been through with perfecting this magic and the toll it took on his body, this felt more like tickling but to any other not used to its affects, this would have felt like their nails where getting pulled out, as their skin was melting within an inferno. As the dark substance, began to climb up his hand, he reached further in and took hold of something. It was a physical object with smooth rounded edges. It was gray with brown trimming, a beautiful purple gem in the middle of it, but instead of the normal bright purple color he was expecting, it seemed like something was moving inside of it, as if something was tainting it. He looked at the talisman. A glorifying smirk crept over his face as the day he'd been waiting for was drawing near. It acted as a map of sorts and he almost wanted to jump out of his shoes.
"Finally no one will be able to stop me now, not when I've seen this through… and that blasted father of mine will finally meet his fall!" he laughed.
He quickly grabbed at the talisman as he walked down and over the books and the rattling from the twelve foot doors echoed through the castle as he opened it, black smoke escaped from the room. This place was filled with magic from the Grimoire that was at his disposal and capable of wielding. It understood his aching and his visions, his hope for what the future would become under his guidance. So many viewed and believed black magic was evil, and in most instances it was used for such but it all really came down to the wielder and his or her tolerance and control against the affects the power had over their body. Like many others who were capable of controlling the black magic, he wanted to be the greatest and most powerful being walking the yokai realm. Black magic was only evil if in the right hands, and that is exactly what he was though in his mind that isn't what he believed at all. It was his strength in spirit and determination that his current vessel was able to hold up as it did.
Steps could be heard echoing in the halls, and this caused him to lift an eyebrow. This place was sealed and hidden by a magical barrier, nearly impossible to pass through. He followed the sounds and found a woman with an athletic figure but curvy and she had silver eyes balancing her tan yellowish skin. Her blonde hair, highlighted with red, hung in front of her face as she sat over his balcony and with her back to him. With a sigh of relief his shoulders lowered as he moved in on this woman. With how busy he'd been as of late with his own personal business he'd almost forgotten about his handpicked underlings, beneficial to fulfilling what he was setting out to accomplish. And it was with the help of this woman that they took advantage of a certain prisoner escort gone wrong, freeing five and taking them under his payroll.
"Paige Watson," he rubbed his hands together while approaching the witch who momentarily had her back to him.
She turned and faced him with a smile as he came within a foot of her. Paige was one of the few persons he'd ever met that truly didn't understand fear and there for could not fear him, that made her special, more than anyone else. The witch was the type to put herself in harm's way, or the most dangerous situations all for the sake of the thrill she got out of it. She did not care about war and evil, she cared about having a good time and colors, she very much considered life a game and with each day a new level with unique obstacles to come and she welcomed the challenges. Even he got lonely sometimes but never the witch, she would talk to birds and other creatures of nature asking for their stories, she was insane and that he liked. To others she appeared normal, but no one knew her like he did. He looked at the sun as it rose from its sleeping, resting a hand over her shoulder.
"Where are the others?" he asked simply.
"All over, doing whatever they so choose… but within the confinements of the rules you put in place, master. Luria Patra and I have been havin lots of fun, partying… fun with the boys if you know what I mean. Men are easy, and there's really only one thing on their minds."
He didn't care much about what they chose to do with their free time and quietly coughed and clearing his throat.
"I wish to speak to you all, round the others up and return to me. It is important. Do not worry about Alwin, I'll reach out to him myself. Just focus on rounding up the others."
"Be on my way, see you later."
With that she was on her way and so carefree just like she always seemed to be. In the thick of things when things became tight down the line he wondered if this outlook of hers might prove problematic or beneficial. Only time would tell. But his attention was elsewhere and out in front of him in the following seconds and his hands resting over the railing. The whispering from the trees, was soothing and told stories he believed, if one listened close enough. And it was on her way down the hall that Paige pulled out a small communications device and had a certain someone on speed dial. It rung for only a moment before someone picked up on the other end.
"Hiya, Paige! Where you at, yur missing out on all the fun?"
The atmosphere was booming on the other end and Paige knowing that Luria was without question out partying.
"You must return to the fortress immediately, boss man has some important stuff to share with us. Where are you?"
Luria responded, but Paige could barely make out the first words out of her mouth given the loud music.
"On our way, give us another hour."
"Us?"
"Yeah, Eleonora is with me."
XXX
It was just around noon that the front door opened to Wayne Manor and the man of the house entering. Aono Moka awaited him tolerantly the whole while and very much treasured the hospitality of Alfred. Sasha sat with her for a little over an hour before taking off and since then she hadn't seen or heard from her, but likely wondering around somewhere in the manor. Releasing the remote, Moka stood from the sofa and turning the corner as she too met with Bruce.
"Moka," he looked straight at her. "Morrigan tells me you wanted to talk."
"You heard right, I won't be long."
Moving away from Alfred, Bruce began his way down the hall and Moka close behind him while Alfred headed in the opposite direction. It was in front of a specific wall that he stopped in front of and by voice command his entire body was scanned. The silver-haired vampire stood to the side and just watched while at the conclusion of this another adjacent wall unbolted.
"Come," Bruce partially looked her way.
She followed him into the small area which was inside an elevator and in the push of a button they were headed downward into the cave. He was the first out and with his hands in his pockets, feeling refreshed from a much needed bath taken before his returned.
"You were with Morrigan? Doing what if you don't mind me asking, did it have to do with our current dilemma?"
Bruce continued along silently for the next couple steps.
"Something like that, we accomplished what we needed to. Speak your mind, there's much I've neglected and needs my concentration."
"Yes," Moka nodded as they continued along towards the bat computer. "I've been here in town for the last day and a half or so as you know. But I was tracked here by representatives of Queen Lara Chao."
Immediately his eyes tapered, but his stare remained out in front of him.
"Lara, as in the queen of Draspeya."
Her mouth open slightly, the vampire nodded. Far as she knew he spent only a little over a week in the yokai realm, during the stretch he was being tested. That hardly seemed like enough time that he could familiarize himself with anything much about the realm, he was the type to at least hit on the basics so there was that. Intriguing as it might have been, it held no relevance to why she was here.
"Yes, that's right. You're well- advised and I guess it shouldn't be a shocker at this point. To make a long story short, they wanted the help of myself and Tsukune. Mostly for our physical ability and combat experience. Our target was an outlaw group calling themselves the Xsouviz. They're led by an ogre named Ilon Kreing, a savage in nature but well organized. They were after one of the Lastiaz spheres, and if that wasn't bad enough Fairy Tale showed up."
"Fairy Tale," Bruce looked at her.
"Regrettably and if that wasn't bad enough the outlaws are working hand-in-hand with them, from what we've been able to presume thus far. And for the sake of us all grandfather showed up when he did or they would have been successful. But even with that it was difficult to say which side had the advantage, but none the less they withdrew."
Backing away from the countertop, Bruce scratched at his chin with two fingers.
"You say Queen Lara sought both you and Tsukune, why? Apollo showed afterwards, was he not informed of the proceedings?"
"Not exactly, well at least not known to the majority of us. Point is we were practically getting our butts handed to us before he did, and I could do nothing. Tsukune and I were held at bay by Akua. She pretty much prescribed the entire fight and there was little we could do... which leads to what I wanted to follow up on."
Moka crossed her arms and looking to the carpet.
"Will you do it," her head slowly rose as her eyes met with his. "Will you train me?"
With a hand trailing over the counter top he breathed out.
"What is your aim, why do you want this?" Bruce asked simply.
Unexpected as this question was, Moka remained still and answered outright.
"To be the best warrior that I possibly can, and not have to rely on the strength of others. That's what it means to be a warrior and vampire, we strive to be overcome and outdo our enemies. Nothing else ma..."
"Wrong answer," Bruce glared down over her.
She immediately she bit over her tongue.
"What did I say wrong?" she blinked in confusion.
"My answer is as it was," Bruce responded.
Moka stomped over the ground and her fists constricted.
"But why, did you not hear anything? I need this, and who better than you to provide it. I'd listen to everything and do exactly as you would ask without fail. Or I would bust my butt trying and meet whatever your standards."
"I heard you loud and clear. You should really reevaluate your priorities. None of this is about winning or losing, being the best or trying to outdo anyone. The victor in a battle isn't always determined by the better fighter, or who poses more strength but who is most disciplined, patient and takes advantage of the situation. A head to head fight against a superior opponent in strength and or skill never ends well. You want to train and improve yourself to be the best you can possibly be, and I don't fault you for that. Determination and the will to improve yourself and not settle for where you are is qualities that all great warriors hold."
"Okay, then why… why won't you do this for me?"
"Purpose and outlook," Bruce answered quickly.
With her eyes focused, Moka stepped back and even more puzzled than she had been the entire time.
"What in the hell is that even supposed to mean?"
"You're an insightful woman, you figure that out."
From then she said no more and quietly deliberating to herself. If one thing she could say for sure it was that he was being inflexible. But that was nothing new, she knew this about him, even if on a smaller scale. Was this somehow a test, and if she answered right would that mean he'd give her what she wanted? This was all speculation and she really had no idea what went on in his mind. And by then he was typing away over the keyboard and his eyes over the monitor. She watched him closely for a moment before her eyes too looked on screen.
"What is this you're researching?" she crossed her arms.
"You needn't concern yourself."
She halfway rolled her eyes at the comment, realizing she was getting nowhere with him. Unlike so many she knew he kept so much close to the chest and it was part of what made him so mysterious. But it was just as much an annoyance. Quietly for some time she stood there thinking and considering all her options which were few.
"Be honest, if there is a chance what would I have to do convince you? You've mentioned grandfather and mother... and if you are unwilling to open the door then maybe that's where I go, but you've heard why I'd rather not. The Monster World is faced with a huge predicament and it squarely falls on grandfather's shoulders and mother is a Dark Lord, the only one for that matter for the time being. They've got their work cut out for them."
The silver-haired vampire paused for a moment as her eyes ventured over screen and she perceived a map of France. And over this map a couple dozen marked off areas. She couldn't even begin to guess what he was after, and if he said it wasn't her business than that was that. But like her mother she wasn't willing to give up until given a straight answer. However elevator doors to the cave opened not far from them and approaching was a man both knew. This individual stood at over 6'3 wearing a dark suit in the color of blue and a hat to match.
"Clark," Bruce minimized the screen.
"It's been tough reaching you for the couple hours, what gives?" Clark looked from Bruce to Moka who stood not far from him. "Hello to you as well, miss Aono. And I'm sure you haven't heard about what happened either. And since you're here, I suppose you can listen in to."
"Something happened?" Bruce emphasized.
Clark rearranged the glasses over his nose as his eyes closed for a moment.
"Morrigan... I need Morrigan, this is about Jedah Dohma. He lured us in and attacked."
"Jedah, who?" Moka inquired with confusion.
Bruce's arms were crossed, staring right at his teammate.
"A demon of Makai and someone that wishes to take away what Morgan has, the throne and control of that Realm," Bruce replied as he breathed out. "Tell me what happened."
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