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Clash of Realms	By : RaphaelTMNT Category: -Misc Anime > Crossovers Views: 3294 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Clash of Realms
CHP47: Vampire on board

Dinah awoke to whispered voices and hushed movements. It took all her strength to open her eyes. She blinked a few times, until the ceiling came into focus. Where… she tried turning her head to see who the voices belonged to, even though she suspected and already knew who one they probably were. Blinding pain pierced her neck, making her vision dance with dots and her stomach compress and roll. She almost didn't realize the strange, guttural moan come from her.
"Dinah," Isla whispered anxiously. "Don't move . . . you need to stay quiet."
Now you tell me. He could barely manage the thought around the pain, and there was no way she was ready for verbal responses yet. The battle with the ogres put her in pretty bad shape, but she had sustained far worse injuries and knew that she's heal in no time. Canary reached for her neck with her left hand as she sucked in air. The frantic breathing made her chest hurt and she wondered briefly if she was having a heart attack. A soft hand took her and pulled it gently away from her neck, delicate fingers stroking her arm and calming her.
"It's all right. You're all right. Just breathe and concentrate on staying calm. We've been captured," Isla notified. "They're keeping us alive for now. But I won't lie to you, we must find a way out of here. I will be kept alive because of my royal heritage, but as for the three of you that simply isn't a nicety you have."
We? Who's we? The pain was beginning to recede enough that Dinah could think. She opened her eyes again, this time focusing on the elf as she leaned over her, still stroking her arm. This sort of affection was unexpected as she sat up and tried shaking off the cobwebs. Isla backed off giving Black Canary space as she took additional time as her vision slowly came back to her.
"Where… where is Luke?" she looked around as her vision was quickly improving as she looked around.
"Escaped," Tsech answered. "And who knows where to. We can't count on them to…"
The assassin was silenced by a loud bang and then shouting as more and more explosions went off and the very surface beneath them rumbling and shaking! Additional yelling and shouting ensued with added explosions and sounds of struggle.
"What the hell is going on out there!?" Pez clutched his fists.
It sounded and felt like war all around them, but they couldn't see a thing as the room they were locked within had no windows. Another explosion went off, but this time it seemed to be in closer proximity of them as Pez lost his footing and fell to the ground, landing over his already sore left shoulder and grimacing with mild discomfort. The whole group jumped back and braced themselves as next the door enclosing them was blown off the wall and rocketing through the air where it smashed into a wall across the room.
"All of you come quickly, we must go now!" Miukei appeared through the doorway and carrying a miniature rocket launcher. "The entire campsite has been rigged and will be blown sky high in minutes."
"Suzzco!" Isla couldn't believe her eyes.
Not a single of them had to be asked twice as they hightailed out of there and followed the vampire. And once outside they witnessed firsthand the damage already done to the premises with flames all over!
"Keep coming this way, the underground passageway isn't far," Miukei pointed out, just before firing off another missile in the opposite direction and blowing up another of the small facilities. "Batwing awaits us on the other side!"
The vampire picked up speed just as the others.
XXX
The guardsman recognized her right away and so she was granted access through the front entrance to the castle. Most the security persons and servants of the fortress waved and either bowed their heads Akashiya Moka passed through. The trip to Gotham didn't go as planned and could really only be summoned up as disappointing. Mindset and purpose, those were the words he used; but what did he mean by them? What greater purpose was there than to improve one's skills and become the best that they possibly could? The way things unfolded left her restless and with excessive energy she needed to rid herself of.
It had been days since the last time she spoke with her mother and nor did she know much about the Dark Lord's working schedule. She could be present or not, but never the less Moka was willing to wait if need be.
"Well, look who it is," a voice called out as Moka stopped in her tracks. "Akasha-sama's firstborn. We've rarely had the opportunity to acquaint ourselves. We really should get to know one another."
A woman approached from Moka's right and set eyes over a woman with shoulder length blonde hair but with shades of red and blue at the tips.
"I've seen you once or twice, you're one of mother's soldiers."
The silver haired vampire recognized this woman but couldn't put a name to the face.
"Lailay Izami, and if it's your mother you're looking for I'll kindly take you to her."
"Yes," Moka smiled. "Please."
"Right this way," she pointed and walked forward with Moka trailing close behind.
They were up and over a staircase just down the hall.
"You've fought at mother's side a multitude of times, am I right?" Moka inquired.
"Right you are," Lailay responded.
With her eyes closed and hands clasped together down in front of her.
"What is she like, I mean truly in the heat of battle? I only ever caught a small glimpse of her in a serious confrontation. I was a toddler than and I watched what I believed was Akua-nee killing mother and then I lost it."
"Yes, I heard. I still remember the day like it was yesterday. I'd been notified that Alucard awakened and Akasha-sama sealed herself away inside him, to stop the juggernaut from fully rising."
"I wish I could say that day had a major impact on me going forward, but as you probably already know my memories of what happened that day were concealed along with my true being thanks to the Rosario mother created. But as Alucard held me in his clutches and threatened to swallow me whole, that's when I saw mother's other side."
Lailay was with a wide grin across her face.
"Akasha-sama is truly something special among all S-class monsters to live. What I'm getting at is probably not what you're thinking. She is so carefree, gentle in nature and prefers to stay away from battles unlike the rest of us unless highly necessary. But don't get it twisted because once she puts her mind to it, she's practically unbeatable… Alucard the only other of our species capable of besting her. I've seen master do things that are so unexplainable."
Moka smiled at the mention while also thinking about her time in Gotham. She wanted to improve herself and who better to seek than him? And it wasn't just his mastery of martial arts or cleverness… but the unknown aspect that put him over the top. On top of being the best warrior that she could possibly be, she had hoped to inherit a piece of whatever that was.
But shot down and denied for unknown reasons. On hindsight the entire situation was a loss, but the more she thought about it, things weren't all bad considering the alternatives. While Akasha lacked his same drive, she was still the greatest living vampire warrior. Those thoughts ceased as they stopped in front of a nine foot door which Lailay pushed open and giving off a cracking sound.
Out in front of them was an unsuspecting scene, well at least for Moka. The Dark Lord was engaged in what looked to be a sparring session against Sasha, both wielding a weapon, Akasha with a sword and Sasha carrying a staff with blades exposed from either end. They were moving at such a fast pace that if Moka didn't know any better she'd say it was a serious bout.
It was obvious who controlled and dictated the battle by the way each moved and attacked. Sasha's expression was intense and her yokai raised and flaring with each swing. Akasha on the other hand appeared calm and almost even with a grin over her features. Her swings were far more controlled and relaxed, but with enough speed to block all of what the aggressive Sasha threw at her. The child was somewhat sloppy with her foot placement which put her in bad spots and giving Akasha an even greater advantage.
With closer observation, Moka realized it wasn't Sasha putting herself in such bad positions but the Dark Lord knowingly forcing her in them. She was far superior in battle and Sasha didn't even realize every offensive maneuver of hers was being baited and putting her in spots where she could be punished. And aside from that, Moka couldn't help but be impressed with Sasha's handle of her weapon. The silver haired vampire never really trained with a weapon, instead relying on her own physical abilities. Lailay too watched and especially noted the child's performance and how she might adjust.
For what it was worth, Sasha did well but also left herself open too many times as Akasha took numerous swipes at those areas and drawing blood from the child. Sasha bit at her tongue as she ignored the pain. Kid or not, with vampires even the simplest training session could be ruthless. Sasha moved around and tried to use speed to throw her mother off while throwing out added strikes with her weapon.
"Settle yourself," Akasha said calmly as their blades clashed with sparks. "You're letting adrenaline take over and losing yourself. You've grown careless in the past few minutes, refocus Sasha."
Sasha deeply as she then picked up the pace, but nothing changed and in fact her situation worsened as she was doing less thinking and going in full head of steam. Akasha distinguished this and this is exactly what she didn't want out of her daughter. It was time to put an end to this. Standing her ground, the pinkette waited for Sasha's approach, which came from up high and the child spinning her staff.
In a split second she was down and over her mother and swinging the weapon which Akasha ducked under and kneeing Sasha in the side as the wind was knocked out of her while she also lost hold of her weapon. The Dark Lord tossed her own weapon aside leaping into the air and grabbing at Sasha's shoulders and slamming her roughly over the mat. Atop the child and smiling, Akasha held her down by her wrists.
"Nice run, but game over… I win. Better luck next time," Akasha winked down at her.
"No, no! Me can't lose, let's keep going. You cheated!" Sasha kicked her feet.
Akasha only giggled.
"No making excuses or complaining, you promised mommy. Remember? I want you to go get cleaned up and we'll get you something to eat before I take off for a business trip. Should be back later tonight in time to tuck you in."
Sasha's legs continued to kick as she grumbled and didn't stop with trying to free herself from under Akasha. Soon she realized it was no use and turned her head off to the side.
"You no fair, mom," Sasha huffed. "I was supposed to win."
"Hehe, you promised you wouldn't complain no matter the outcome. And it was you that told me not to go easy on you, was it not?" Akasha asked.
Sasha tilted her head to the left and pouting.
"Yeah," she griped.
"Okay then," Akasha stood and clapped her hands together. "You did well, Sasha. Hold your head up."
The Dark Lord helped Sasha to her feet while offering a hand as she then looked to Moka and Lailay who were far across the room and she slowly took off in that direction. But from behind, Sasha's fists clinched just before she breathed out and followed after her mother.
"Very good lady Sasha, I was quite moved by your display," Lailay bowed her head.
"But me lose," the child said sadly.
"Nothing wrong with that, you'll find that in time experiences and outcomes such as this will help you to be better off. You must humble yourself, Lady Sasha."
Sasha didn't know anything about what Lailay was trying to convey, but still smiled as she looked to and gave Moka a hug.
"I go get cleaned now," Sasha waved at everyone just as she passed through the door.
"Excuse me, Akasha-sama. I'll go and speak with the guards and make sure the carriage is ready for departure."
Lailay bowed her head as she too was in and out of the doors.
"You have something to ask?" Akasha's eyes looked to Moka.
The silver haired vampire flinched somewhat.
"How'd you know?"
"How could I not," Akasha grinned. "I haven't been present most of your adulthood, but you're still my flesh and blood… and you could say that I just have a natural ability of feeling people out. Tell me what's on your mind?"
Moka first straightened her posture and with her hands clasped together just under her waist. She stood quietly for a while and Akasha examining Moka's face and she could see that whatever it was had her daughter anxious.
"I… could you please train me, mother!"
Akasha's body also straightened and a small grin coming into view over the right side of her mouth.
"Train you?" Akasha breathed out softly. "Hand to hand combat?"
Moka simply nodded, but with her gaze over the ground and didn't see as Akasha sprung forward. Next thing she knew, Moka was being hugged and squeezed so tight that she felt her ribs caving in.
"Of course I will, I've waited for the day that you'd ask!" Akasha said happily as her grip tightened around Moka.
"I'm not tryna die, loosen up…" Moka barely got the words out.
Immediately Akasha released her and apologized.
"Sorry, just got a little excited."
"Not a problem," Moka shook herself off and smiled. "When can we start!?"
Looking at a nearby clock hanging from over the wall, a smirk shaped over Akasha's lips.
"We could do a little something before I head out, but light. I want to start you off the right way, with the basics," the pinkette waved her pointer finger. "Sound good?"
"Whatever you say!" Moka said happily with her hands clasped together.
"Great, than let's first get changed into something more appropriate for the start-up," Akasha snapped a finger and called out to a guard who appeared through the doorway. "Escort my daughter to the dressing room across from the armory and provide her with something suitable for meditation."
"Yes, my queen," the individual bowed his head.
"Meditation?" Moka looked to Akasha.
The Dark Lord had no response to this, and so Moka took off with the guard. The process was just over fifteen minutes and when she returned her mother was already in place with her eyes closed and legs crossed, the Dark Lord dressed in a blue tank top, black yoga crop leggings. She was in an absorbed state with her inner aura at a fixed level. This was how every one of her sessions started, and it was like a tone starter. For twenty minutes this went on, relaxing her body just as she opened her eyes and switched over to stretching as she continued. It was only five minutes into this and Akasha with her legs spread and doing the splits that she heard the cracking of the door behind her that she turned her head and looked in that direction while twisting her torso somewhat.
"Moka," she looked to her daughter who approached.
The silver haired vampire was dressed in gray yoga leggings and a red cropped tank top as she stood over Akasha who situated herself in yet another position with her leg raised over her head and stretching as she remained sitting over the mat.
"Is this clothing really necessary?" Moka, asked looking down over her mother.
"It's for comfort and will really get you feeling it, you'll see. Now just follow my lead and get down. We'll start with some stretching and then progress our way from there. Not long from now I'll have to get ready for tonight's get together. We'll go through the basics of the routine and then pick back up on it tomorrow, okay."
Moka merely nodded with an understanding and from that moment she wasn't just the Dark Lord's daughter, but Akasha's student.
"And what about Sasha?" Moka looked around. "Have you gone through the basics with her?"
"Of course," Akasha smirked. "It isn't what she enjoys most, but in order for her to become a great warrior someday there can be no shortcuts."
Both shared a smile and Moka followed Akasha's lead as they began.
XXX
The ogre mastermind walked through the dark halls of his fortress and lanterns limping from the walls and brightening the area. His gaze was over his feet and didn't see it coming as he turned the corner and bumped into one of his own men.
"Sir, they're here," the other opposite to him informed.
"Fairy Tale?" Ilon questioned.
"Yessir. At the doors."
Ilon progressed passed the individual and with his arms hanging down over his sides as he walked along.
"Open the doors and send them to my quarters, I'll be waiting."
The ogre bowed his head and took off in the opposite direction to Ilon. From there Ilon awaited his guests from inside his quarters and didn't have to wait long before they emerged through the doors of his space.
"Welcome, I've been expecting you all," Ilon walked around and taking a seat at his desk. "It's a shame Vlet didn't show up here himself. Nevertheless, I shall here what you bunch have to say. Go on and talk."
Ilon leaned back just as someone entered through a door to his left and carrying a tray with a bottle and glass atop it. Both items were placed atop his desk and the individual popped open the bottle and poured some of what was inside the bottle into the glass while Ilon raised it to his lips and took a drink.
"Sir, if there is anything else I can get you please do call."
The ogre was only with a nod of his head, while this same servant pulled up a single chair in front of Ilon's desk and this is where Kiria Yoshii sat.
"You must have a slight idea as to why we were sent, I'm sure. Manpower, territory and awareness. Your Xsouvizs have all of these things, but most prominently the awareness of what goes on in every major land. Your followers are stationed all over and properly trained in infiltration, obtaining information and doing so with secrecy. You could think of this offer as a full-fledged partnership of sorts, however only to a small degree. As it has been you would have full control over your sheep and we wouldn't otherwise interfere with whatever it is you've so diligently been cooking up."
Taking another sip of what was inside his glass, Ilon sat forward with his hands together and grinned.
"I see, you want all inside intel of what we've gathered and will continue to gather from the major powers," Ilon let out a chuckle while leaning forward with his elbows atop the desk. "Something can certainly can be worked out, but before we go any further do know that we, the Xsouvizs will want a little something in return."
This was good to hear, and the conversation going exactly as Ched would have wanted it to.
"We're open to negotiate. State your terms and let's discuss," Kiria smirked.
XXX
The reek of the narrows did little to inhibit the pleasure of Gotham citizens and how they felt now that the weather was getting colder. Delinquents hung out on fire escapes and around street corners in their jackets and jeans but they were far from ever being innocent children. The red brick residences glowed in the evening sunlight unready for the moment when the light lowered enough and the first of the deep shadows swamped the cluttered alleyways. Kids who knew that they were only tough when the sun was up fled the streets to homes of dysfunctional families, and mostly other locations they hung out away from home.
Some of the populaces of the narrows could be called crooks, or their associates. However, those few who were honest, good people worked hard to keep their noses out of the bad parts of town and groups. They woke up, went to work, and spent time with their friends and family. And at night they fell asleep to the chorus and cacophony of wails, shattering glass, beaten flesh, screeching tires, and police sirens. That is what the young crowds learned from early on, how to associate as the chorus of the narrows. But on the other side of Gotham the shouting and wild groups of socialites toppling down streets into night clubs signaled that the night was just coming into its full swing.
Bruce Wayne would make an appearance tonight if only to reassure the public that he was alive, active and well. But he had a purpose, someone he was looking for and knew that she'd be here. All the while feeling the pull of his alter ego. He'd set his watch back at the penthouse, hoping that being seen at the Jumbo Claz night club for only an hour would be sufficient. Bruce itched uncomfortably at his crisp button down. The smell of cheap booze and musky cologne was choking him but he persevered. She was here, he could feel her. That was the one advantage of being a vampire and the training he went through with Selene Kayeda. The ability to detect other monsters, even while in human form was quite an advantage. And to his luck the target wasn't wearing any sort of constraint, but someone else was with the target. Another monster. He could feel them both. There was that, but also the criminals in the narrows were stirring and it wasn't just because they were finally cooling down from Gotham's summer.
'Tonight,' Bruce thought, 'tonight will be a busy night.'
The air felt restless and none of the unwary citizens could tell, but the criminal underworld was always up to something. And Batman was always watching. But for now, he had a monster problem to deal with. Even though his attention had been occupied other places as of late following his turning, he was on top of the mobs latest movements.
As the head band members began addressing the crowds, Bruce slid onto a bar stool before the masses surged forward onto the dance floor yelling nonsensically in response. He flashed the bartender a twenty asking quietly for a champagne glass filled with ginger ale. Bruce had a plan for getting close, he always took into account details and playing out scenarios before arrival. He just needed to know where he would be and how far he was from the bunker by the docks, in case things went south.
He felt the bartender push the flute of 'champagne' gently against his arm, as he turned he even caught the hungry eyes of a woman standing down the bar from him. It wasn't a surprise that she recognized him, even over the flickering lights. Turning away, he paid her no attention. Tonight wasn't one of those nights, to party and put on a show. Tonight he had a job to do.
Upon entry he didn't want to approach them right away. To do so might raise red flags, and taking into account who they were and associated with it wasn't a risk he wanted to take. Two women at the end of the bar throwing back shots and giggling at each other. They were who he was here for, monster energy stemming deeply from both. Bruce only needed a moment to assess their situation. He smiled pointedly at the blushing brunette leaning heavily against her friend. He checked his watch one more time. This was always the same, no matter who she was. Bruce pretended to down the ginger before tossing it while leaving an eighty dollar tip to the good man who hadn't questioned his order. He flashed another billionaire smile towards the girl as she was turning away. Playing the uninterested card, just like he expected she might. If any of what he dug up on her was true, she had gotten around a lot like himself.
"Hey honey," Bruce slid an arm around her small waist and pulled her around so that he could just see the side of her face. He dipped down so his breath would ghost her ear, "I can sniff out a beautiful girl with a wild side from a mile away. Want to get out of here?"
"Rosa," she giggled hoping the music would hide her voice.
"Have fun girl," the other raised her glass just laughed as she pushed her away.
She stumbled against Bruce and he pulled her closer.
The girl wrenched away from him now pulling on his hand all the bit a flirt. Her smile and alcohol breath blew over him but Bruce maintained his grip around her waist and led her towards the back stairwell. Its air was pulsing with the heavy bass leaking out of the speakers. Bruce led them out a back door, and it was just as they made their way out into the open that his phone rumbled inside his pocket.
"Give me a moment," he smiled at the woman beside him as he stepped off to the side. "I need to take this."
He talked with someone, but she couldn't hear what was said and waited patiently with her back against the wall. Her fingernails grazed the wall as she watched him and especially took note of the change in his expression and the woman knew something wasn't right as he lowered the phone from his ear.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Sorry," he turned and looked at her. "Work calls, I can't stay."
"So much for getting out of here," her shoulders lowered in disappointment. "Talk about killing the mood."
She took off through the club doors before he had the opportunity to respond and reaching out to her. Instead he breathed out and took a step back as he pressed down over a small piece in his left ear.
"Nightwing," he spoke quietly. "Your timing was spot on."
"Glad I could be of service," the masked hero spoke from rooftops away. "Tell me again who this Amelia Martez is, and why we're investigating her?"
Bruce took a look around and made certain there was no one nearby before he replied.
"She's a vampire and resident of the monster realm and feasibly connected to an investigation I'm working for Akasha. Amelia has close ties to a vampire named Liam Tryniski and a prime suspect in a homicide with deeper implications."
"The Dark Lord, huh. Since when did you start running errands for anyone, either this case is really serious or maybe it's something further … how're things with you and her? Don't tell me that…"
"There is nothing between us," Bruce shot the idea down.
"Right," Nightwing responded and Bruce could feel a smile beaming from his face.
"Stay focused. I tagged her on the way out, and now we just wait and watch her from afar."
"You really think she's going to lead us to something?" Nightwing asked.
"Based on phone records from the past couple days, I'd say so. If Liam truly is a mobster, than someone like her who's such a close associate of his will know how to go about her business and hide suspicious activity. We'll wait and do this unwearyingly. This is it, she's out for a night of fun. I wanted you on standby in case things took an unforeseen twist. I'll keep contact," Bruce added.
"Got it."
With the connection between them suspended, Bruce reached into his side pocket and pulling out his phone and going through his contacts. He stopped at a number and hit the speed dial button as he placed the phone against his ear and continued further down the block. It rang and rang for a little while but eventually he did get an answer. It was noisy on the other end, with many voices in the background and music.
"Bruce, is that you?"
"You wanted to be kept up to date on the investigation?"
Akasha lowered the device from her ear slightly, looking around as more and more guests entered just as the event was getting ready to start.
"Now really isn't a great time, I've been appointed for an open speech in just a few minutes. Let's meet in person, sometime tomorrow… I'll call you and we'll set something up. Or you could stop by the castle."
The Dark Lord nibbled at her tongue watching a group of yokai approach her from across the room.
"Nothing major, just a small contact of his that I believe is in his loop. I'll wait for your call."
"Thank you," Akasha answered.
Not a second after the chat, his JL communicator went off. The call was answered in the press of a button and on the other end was the voice of the Green Lantern, Simon Baz.
"Batman, sorry. Aquaman told me to contact you before he went on ahead with the Flash… but we might have a problem."
"Talk to me," Bruce responded.
XXX
Kurumu Kurono entered through the front doors of the hotel and waving at the woman standing behind the counter.
"Hi!" they both said in a chorus, I couldn't wait to have my voice like that.
"Your mother returned a little over an hour ago, but she was with someone. Never seen that young man before."
"Thanks," Kurumu mumbled.
Kurumu wondered who this other person might be, but with it involving her mother there was really no telling. She was just a hint disappointed that she was here, seeing as Kurumu had asked her for a favor which included a couple errands and there was no way she should have been back from then. But regardless she was still happy that her mother had been tagging along through the duration of what she considered was an adventure. As she made her way passed the front counter, Kurumu waved at other persons she had come to know in the building. She then walked up the grand staircase, but very, very quietly. Ageha had a way of feeling out whenever Kurumu was near, and the succubus knew her mother would likely know that she was present before they were even in the same room. She stopped dead in her tracks as she came up on Ageha's room. She was talking to someone... no, it sounded more like yelling.
"You've held on, but you won't for much longer!" Ageha's voice again shouted.
"Damn, how the hell are you so good at this?!" came a male voice that she recognized.
Kurumu couldn't believe her ears. She had to see what was going on in there! The door was open a little, just a crack, but she could still see the, and she hoped that Ageha wouldn't sense her. Kurumu looked through the crack and almost immediately wanted to puke.
She almost wished she had been running thirty minutes late so that maybe she wouldn't have stumbled upon this scene. She saw what they were doing, and there was no explanation!
Her mother was atop Ethan Gregory, the primary judge to the competition engaging in intercourse! Ageha's hands were positioned over his chest as she was riding him and his hands holding onto her waist.
"Mother, Ethan, really!" Kurumu screamed as she forced the door open.
"Kurumu!" Ageha immediately jumped and rolled off Ethan.
"How despicable of you, mother!" Kurumu shook her head as she stormed out of the room.
"Kurumu wait!" Ageha jumped out of the, bed but remembered she wasn't clothed.
She knew exactly what her daughter was thinking, that she was sleeping with one of the judges to essentially fix the competition in Kurumu's favor. Jumping out of bed Ageha looked all around the bed and began recollecting her clothing off the ground, knowing she needed to get to catch up with Kurumu ASAP and explain herself.
XXX
The breakout and escape was tight, but the group managed to do so swiftly without leaving a trail. Even with their escape they kept moving and didn't stop until they came to a stop in a remote location miles away. It looked to be farmland with a couple dozen trees throughout the open field. Not a single of them rested until they were absolutely positive they weren't secretly being trailed.
"I hope you're happy with yourself!" Miukei's eyes fell right over Isla. "Not only did you get yourself captured again, but you managed to just about screw over the rest of us."
"That's the way of a warrior and to make the necessary changes to better our world, we've gotta take chances. Difficult choices must be made and risks taken, our realm isn't going to get any better on its own. Persons such as ourselves can truly make a difference if we put one foot down and fight against those that would do harm to the innocent. Vindellorien is out of the question until this is all over, I will not return until the Xsouvizs are truly exposed."
"I'm with you on that, believe me… but you constantly evade the fact that isn't your responsibility. If the latest capture is any indication, you cannot and will not succeed in this quest."
Huffing under her breath was Isla as she looked the vampire off. They had gone in circles with the same conversation which almost felt like they had the conversation time and again.
"One time, one miscalculation. I told you before that I wouldn't go at this alone."
"The outer supporters of Vindellorien? And how many of them are there, exactly? Enough to take down an entire army of various monsters?"
"Numbers aren't everything," Isla stared into the eyes of the vampire. "Situation and stance are equally as important. At the moment I do have a great advantage, the unknown. They can be taken down little by little and not know what hit them."
Chuckles stemmed from Miukei.
"I absolutely love how you talk as if there's going to be a next time. I will return you to your homeland as I set out to do. Do not worry yourself with these mobsters, they will be dealt with by higher authority. And even if what's been shown is true, and Hiklorhan's Special Forces have been compromised, Akasha-sama will handle the situation. Our land is with plenty of failsafe's and fallback plans, and there will surely be one to take care of this."
"Akasha who?" Dinah asked.
"You're either brain dead or have been living under a rock," Pez chortled. "She is Dark Lord, queen of vampires and princess of the whole realm. And she's a very powerful one for that matter."
The duo of Batwing and Canary heard small conversations about the emperor Apollo, but not much about the Dark Lord.
"I don't doubt Bloodriver Akasha does… but who's to say their efforts haven't expanded to your very capital building? Those she works closes with and places most her trust in could be something else than what she believed. You back to her with the information we've attained and she begins talking strategy amongst her people and if even one is aligned with the enemy, I don't have to tell you what sort of trouble that could mean."
This was something that kept Miukei quiet and thinking. A hint of doubt was present in her gaze and the lieutenant looking to take full advantage of this and sway the vampire.
"Perhaps not on hindsight, but one word that comes to mind is opportunity," a smirk surfaced over Isla's lips. "An opportunity, Miukei Suzcoo."
Her purple eyes were locked with the red ones of the vampire.
"Have you gone delusional?" the vampire looked away for a moment. "There is no opportunity or anything for me to gain out of this."
"Really? That's because you really aren't thinking. You Miukei, the most ferocious fighter of the Asagao Three , led by the great Dark Lord, Akasha Bloodriver. But have you ever stopped and wondered what it would be like… to create your own legacy? One that would not be overshadowed by the greatness that is your master? This right here is that opportunity to achieve something that might be the beginning of starting something for yourself. We're talking eliminating something that threatens everything that we know and love… and you, Suzcoo could be at the center of stopping it. Now tell me, what might that do for your reputation?"
All eyes immediately looked in the vampire's direction and dead silence. She was stumped by the elf's words and on the outside Isla appeared reserved, inwardly she was gleaming. The silent standstill seemed to last for a while before Miukei eventually sighed outwardly.
"Show me," Miukei gestured at Isla. "The maps."
Isla took hold of a sizeable bag off her horse and inside were the maps which the Xsouvizs once held. Miukei took a look at one specifically and took time to examine it.
"Here about," the vampire pointed out while over her knees. "Us. And their ranks are spread out through the north, west, south and especially east from here. They're all over. This is the path that we'll take and get ourselves here," Miukei pointed out a section over the map.
"Hey, but isn't that the Kclectus desert? That's out in the middle of nowhere and not a single of the Xsouviz camps marked anywhere within that vicinity," Pez said aloud.
The question was sidestepped as she continued.
"On the way there, we'll come into contact with two major Xsouviz strongholds, and a smaller one here," Miukei ran a finger over the map. "We shall hit and deal with each, accordingly. But we will need a ship and or boat to cross over this section here. And once we reach the desert there is a secure and unguarded doorway to the human world where we won't have to deal with inspection. That is where the journey ends for you two."
She looked to both Batwing and Black Canary.
"You're going home."
Miukei then stood and looking to Isla.
"Vindellorien no longer has any claim over them, we both know they're innocent of all charges in suspicion of working with the enemy. Your kingdom's investigations will eventually come to this exact conclusion," Miukei's eyes then rolled back to Dinah and Luke. "If you choose to assist us along the way, that's your call. The long route to Kclectus is our best choice to avoid possible confrontations."
Half a smirk appeared over Isla's mouth.
"Then you're on board?"
"I am," the vampire winked and gave her a thumbs up. "Those hooligans will get theirs."
XXX
It had been an interesting past twenty four hours. A long week, actually. Month, even. She was on the brink since early that morning and felt it in her muscles, in her flesh – tension like tiny tremors under her skin. But she was alone now, in a meagerly lit room with no windows. There was no one around to demand or ask anything. This is exactly what she needed and wanted right now. For the next hour or so, that was the way she wanted. Peace and quiet, with time to really think and reflect on the latest revelation which didn't surprise her very much. She really wasn't sure how long it would take before she completely winded down, but hoped to do so as quickly as she could.
Bats circulated all around her body as she discarded the entirety of her clothing on and climbed into the steamy hot water, filled with bubbles. One leg first, then the other. The succubus sat, and a sigh escaping her. Bliss. There was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice just beside the tub. She reached for the bottle, popping it open and drinking right out of it. She then set it over the ground and closed her eyes while she slowly sunk down into the hot water.
The succubi took a deep breath, almost a groan; taking in the warm air. She could feel it soothe her, and the thoughts of Jedah, Q-Bee and all her other problems seemed to slowly disappear as a smile took shape over her lips.
A time would come that she would have to face and deal with both and the warrior inside her was longing for that time, but for now she just wanted to enjoy the moment. Unlike various other monsters of Makai it wasn't like she enjoyed killing, or causing pain, but rather the thrill that came with battling a challenging adversary. It wasn't her. But in this situation that wasn't what this was about. The two in question needed to be put in check for the public safety of humans. But again, at this time and in that moment she would rather not be bothered by it.
She was no vampire but there were herbs in the water mixed with the bubbles to make it smell and feel even more pleasant. It was sedative. She sighed again, with contentment this time, and it was the only sound in the room. There candles that made the dark room feel warmer, more alive, as the tiny flames flickered and cast dancing shadows over the walls. Not that she was watching them. Her eyes were still closed as she rubbed her legs together.
Her thoughts, which seemed to being going miles a minute, were slowing down. Things that had been bothering her lately suddenly didn't seem that important anymore? She couldn't hide from the responsibilities that were presenting her, and nor did she want to. But in this moment all she wanted was some peace and quiet. It'll would all work itself out. It always did.
She shut her brain off, refusing to think about anything other than the peace and quiet inside the room. The way the hot water swayed over his skin when she reached out, blindly, for the bottle on the side of the tub. She fumbled, but found it. Lifting the glass and taking a sip, she rested her arm on the side of the tub and held the bottle against her chest all without opening her eyes. The succubus savored the taste, swallowing and licking her lips. This was her own piece of heaven, instances of relaxation just like this.
This moment was however interrupted with the cracking sound of the door opening. Her eyes snapped open and the first thing she saw was a tense figure in the doorway. The light from outside the room was bright, too bright, and it ripped through her serenity like a sharp knife through a table cloth. The worries were back, the problems, the annoyances. The queen breathed out at the woman who dared to interrupt her bath. But then again they were part of each other, two pieces to the same puzzle. The offer was made… for them to rejoin. But it just didn't seem right, the timing of it all and she needed some time to really think things over. That, and she was sort of interested in getting to know the succubus that was shaped and created with the use of her very energy. The woman standing in the doorway faltered, feeling out her other half. The pink haired succubus started to apologize. Since Lilith revealed herself, and wasn't staying anywhere specifically, Morrigan offered her to hang around if she wanted. Lilith's eyes darted to the side and she swallowed, seeming to calculate the chances of her getting out before angering Morrigan. They barely knew one another, but at the same time she could literally feel her sensations, vice versa.
Morrigan continued staring at Lilith as she stood and climbs out of the tub. She moved the glass to her lips, throwing her head back and downing what was left in it before she looked to her other half standing in the doorway, still stark naked and dripping water all over the floor. Not once did she break eye-contact. The succubus halfway smiled as she set the empty bottle aside.
"Don't be shy, you have something you want to say or talk about, I'll certainly listen. Come Lilith," Morrigan extended her arms outward and gesturing for the smaller succubus to join her in the tub. "There's plenty room for two."
The succubi lowered her body back into the water and sighed as steam rose from the surface.
"Come on hun, I don't want to wait all night," Morrigan smiled at her while her wrist flicked.
With a shrug of her shoulders Lilith stepped further into the bathroom with her arms stretched over her head and bats appearing out of nowhere around her body. And when they disappeared she stood nude, except for the bat wings stemming from her torso and head. Next she joined Morrigan in the tub but did so slowly, starting with one leg as her flesh adjusted to the heat before eventually her whole body.
"How's that, feels good, doesn't it?" Morrigan smirked at her.
"Uh huh, it does," she nodded.
Morrigan smiled at her just before closing her eyes and leaning back.
"What did you want to discuss?"
An immediate answer didn't come and Morrigan still with her eyes closed and unexpected came a splash of water to her face as she yelped and opened her eyes as then came another and then another. Lilith laughed the entire time, and Morrigan grinned as she did the same back; both succubi splashing water at each other and enjoying themselves. Eventually Morrigan lunged forward with her arms wrapped around Lilith as their bodies rubbed up against each other.
"You sneaky little winch, so you like to play huh," Morrigan giggled, just as something else came to mind. "Hhhmm there's someone you must meet."
"Really?" Lilith blinked. "Who?"
XXX
There she was, standing beside her father. Tall and golden-hair, and he had the most luscious eyes. The Dark Lord had a very similar effect on her peers in manifestation, but both the emperor and princess staying professional at all times. Their beings gave off a sense of power, duty and authority, and also love for their people. And everyone loved them in return. But of course there was also a small majority that didn't, for their own reasons. But on a larger scale everyone loved their emperor and his daughter. They had led and inspired many, protected the faceless, and cared for so many for centuries. They always placed everyone's welfare before their own, thus ensuring the citizens were happy inhabitants of the yokai realm.
The queen of Hiklorhan, Dark Lord and princess. The heir to the throne of Apollo, should something ever happen to the supreme. A leading member of the Fellowship/council and a warrior, very advanced in weaponry as she was in hand to hand combat. No one in their right mind would challenge her in combat or even a sword fight for that matter, unless of the Valkyrie species. Knives and other small daggers was also something she had developed a lot of skill using over the years.
And then there was the emperor with his features so noble and with his vivid blue gaze enchanting to any fair maiden. He was strong, but slender in build, and well over six feet tall. The gold trim over his uniform sparkled somewhat, and his sky blue robe complimented him, accentuating his broad shoulders and flawless form.
As loved and famed as he was among his subjects, it held no sway over him. Those who knew him personally labeled him as thoughtful, sympathetic and patient, and someone they could always turn to for an honest opinion. He was dependable and humble, but also tenacious. Once he made up his mind about something, there were few who could alter his verdict. Despite that particular characteristic, monsters of the realm flocked around him at every dance. He was mild and gallant to all of them but never really danced with anyone, rather choosing to hang out on the sidelines.
Though nearly every young damsel was taken by him, it had been long since he had been taken by any of them. He was a good judge of character and his daughter knew that he would choose the right one when the time came. All the others will, of course, be heartbroken when their beloved emperor took mate, but they would surely find comfort in the fact that he would be happy. Over the centuries there were only a few that had to luxury of having the title of empress, but with time had passed while he continued to live.
And there was a woman by the name of Clara who did some work in and out of the estate and just so happened to be one of his servants that had the opportunity to work close with him while others didn't. What were here chances, she wondered? She still wasn't sure how she would react. Long had she loved him from far away and never revealed her feelings. She had not dared to approach him, mainly out of fear that he would not return those feelings or she might make a fool of herself, but also she was afraid there might be a change in her position. She just brushed the thought aside and looked away from him as she engaged in other activities within the room and taking her mind off it. On the opposite side of the room Ruby appeared through the double doors. The witch was in a dark black dress. She spent some time in front of the mirror to make sure she looked decent before making her way out. She was still getting to know many of the servants, guards' people and maidens of Apollo's estate and for that reason she preferred to be alone and watch the activities from where she stood. But she didn't allow it to appear obvious and so she spoke to and sought those who she had at least acquainted herself with.
This is how she spent the first several minutes of the festivity. Ruby walked around as her dress waved about, while she casually gazed up at royal family members of some of the most prime monster lands. Her eyes wondered around for a little while before they fell over the Dark Lord and emperor. Her ears couldn't pick up what they said but it appears they are exchanging a joke, for they and their bodyguards appeared amused. It was then that ruby felt a tap at her shoulder and turned to face an elf royal, and a very handsome one at that.
"May I have this dance?" he spoke delicately as he took hold of her hand and gently kissed at it.
This was certainly unexpected, but she surely couldn't reject and nodded her head with her cheeks a faded pink.
"Surely, you may."
From there he took her hand and led both out onto the dance floor. A few minutes passed by as halfway through they switched dance partners. It was a good start to the night and got her nerves settled, engaging in small talk with some of the other dancers. Somewhere between it all she turned her gaze back up to the Dark Lord and Apollo.
The emperor was looking right at her! One of his bodyguards said something to him and he smiled at Ruby. She smiled back, hoping she wasn't again blushing for the room suddenly seemed very warm. She did not wish to break her gaze, but it seemed fate would have it otherwise. Upon hearing her name called she looked to her right and that's when she saw a group of the maidens she'd been working closely with and joined them in a corner of the room for some drinks.
It was another feast she was obligated to attend, so she showed face even though there were other places she'd rather be. Tonight was an outlier from what was really going on in the realm and allowed each and every one of them to get away from their troubles. But as Dark Lord and heir to the throne it was just one of her many responsibilities. Both she and Apollo stood over the dais, going over various subjects with some of the other royals. Their bodyguards, though watching for any threat to their safety, joined actively in the conversation. The said individuals were highly needless as both the vampire and harbinger were more than capable of protecting themselves against any hazards that might come their way. The Dark Lord was expected to dance with Gabe Tuse, a phoenix royal and younger brother to queen Lara Chao, as part of the main event. Neither minded, and it would raise funds for a good cause.
Tuoren jabbed playfully at Akasha's ribs and winked, looking pointedly over her shoulder. He was one of the vampire nobles and had seen her more than a handful of times during the work environment. She turned and saw what he was looking at – or rather, who.
"I've always admired you my queen, but that respect spans to your greatest soldiers too. One of the greatest living trio's in our realm, positively. But I've especially taken a liking to that one."
His grin widened as he looked the purple haired vampire over more closely.
"She is a magnificent healer in our world, you know. And a skilled one for that matter and I had the opportunity to experience. She tended to some of my own injuries in the past; a projectile through the thigh, the slash of a blade deep within my chest. Her fingers caused the least amount of additional pain as possible. She's truly one of a kind, that Selene. She wouldn't allow me back onto the battle field until my wounds were fully healed, and I was a stubborn one, let me tell yah."
Akasha snickered while throwing her hair back.
"Oh my, you've got a crush?" the Dark Lord again twittered.
The vampire scratched at the back of his head and smiled.
"She's a fine piece of art, in every aspect. You could say that maybe I do, if that's how you choose to look at it."
His eyes were still over the purple haired vampire, though from what he could remember he rarely saw her hair tied up in a bun like that and so used to seeing it down and long over her back. She looked great either way, it didn't matter to him.
He remembered back when she was stationed on the frontlines and aiding his unit in a small civil war between vampires years back. She and he seldom talked, as her pathway of duty had a different course compared to his. When they did speak it was when either a fellow warrior or he had been wounded. Would she willingly allow him to lead her in a romantic waltz? He was well aware of the effect he had on so many of the other female vampires in armed forces positions, but the doctor was a question. Perhaps she had control over the emotions she hid while treating him those years back. How many times, while she was so innocently bandaging his chest, did he have to restrain himself from pulling her onto the bed with him? It was enough to rip him apart; wisps of hair that framed her face waved, while her eyes and hands examined his body for any injury, and her absentmindedly humming a tune to herself. He hadn't forgotten, and since then they'd kept contact but never really met up unless related to business.
"Go on now," Akasha shoulder bumped. "If you want to talk to her, go on ahead. She's in a good mood tonight, so you shouldn't have any issues."
"Right," he stretched out his shoulders. "Yur right."
Confidently stepping down, the vampire took off in that direction and in just a few steps it seemed she was looking straight at him as she looked his way! He could read the surprise on her face as she realized he was approaching her. He saw her sharp intake of breath when she repositioned herself and arms hanging down below her waist. And it was then in between Akasha's cleavage that something buzzed and almost startled her, just so happening to be one of the human world devices she had taken to using and had been heavily valuable.
The Dark Lord took the cell into her hands from out of her dress and looked over the caller ID which read, "Aono Tsukune." The device continued to ring just as she lowered it and looked around as she too stepped down and looked for some place quiet where she could answer the call. It was Bruce just a little while ago and now Tsukune. She just hoped it wasn't anything serious.
To be continued
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