Marco V. 4- Golden 14th (Pt.2) x A Guardian in chains

Order of reading = Thorjen Verse 4 > Marco Verse 4 *

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Marco

Marco felt at ease this morning, the earlier accumulated stress and tenseness against his body had all but been done away with. Thanks to the help of Threyja of course, he had ejaculated such a heavy amount that he felt an extra hop in his step.

‘I have to admit her pussy is something I just cant get enough of. I should probably marry her at this rate. Then I can fuck her until my hearts content. She won’t be the only one of course hehehe.’

He flirted with the various possibilities of his future . Now that he had accomplished something that no one else from the Elven sects had ever done before, Marco afforded himself a rare feeling of peace. He wasn’t oblivious to the truth of the situation though regarding his role in this coup. Only he never truly considered himself as part of the Azure sect in the first place, that place was merely a pit stop to him. It’s members merely pawns, all for the sake of furthering his goals.

Meanwhile, whilst Marco was enjoying reliving the passionate encounters he shared with the beautiful Threyja so far. He had unknowingly arrived at the doorstep of a towering gold and silver temple eclipsing any of the great towers he had seen within the citadel. It was rooted so high into the heavens he was **** to tilt his neck all the wall back to see the very top. His aid didn’t bother him, and allowed Marco to take all the time he needed with marveling at the grandiose building.

‘I’ve never seen such a amazing looking place like this before. Who the hell would be so mad enough to create a temple out of gold? Heh well I guess knowing what lies behind these walls would probably answer that question.’

‘Be careful, the people inside here...are strong.’ He heard Kasumi’s slightly deadpan voice inside of his head.

‘That’s to be expected...but nice to know- I might’ve gotten a little bored if they weren’t as strong as they say they are.’

Marco gave a single glance towards the aid leading the way, the old fool was too scared to keep eye contact with him and lowered his head each time their gazes briefly met. He sniggered before approaching the pale marble steps ascending towards the temples doors.

Upon his entry Marco was greeted by a host of beautiful busty beauties. They were clothed in tight black leathers with gold and black plated cuts of armour worn. Their eyes locked onto him the moment he stepped foot onto the lavishly polished mahogany floors.

*Whispers*

“Is that him?”

“T-the 14th?”

“He’s so handsome.”

“Oh my- Are all strong Elves this sexy?”

“Do you think he is...endowed down there”

“Hehehe if we play our cards right one of us is sure to find out.”

Marco swept his gaze across the hall filled with beautiful people, normally he might’ve enjoyed the idea he was the centre of attention amidst the sea of such well proportioned beauties. But other than the lavish hall with countless stairwells, a circular front desk and the surrounding lounge chairs filled with the gawking ladies. He felt a strong aura lock onto his position. Only he had no idea where it stemmed from.

‘Kasumi...’

‘On it perverted one.’

Marco noticed the aid sent to fetch him was standing stiffly by the front desk. Too afraid to hurry him along. However, he soon got bored of trying to sense where that strong aura was coming from and walked casually towards the front desk. The aid stepped aside and allowed him to stand face to face with the sole girl placed behind the bronze counter.

“Ah welcome- you must be Sir Marco, or shall I call you the 14th. Congratulations on obtaining the Gold Rank and of course being selected as the newest member of the Heavenly Knights. My name is Mya.” She said this with a perfect smile, her hair was jet black and her breasts were invitingly large for someone of her height. Marco felt a little taken back, ‘was it something these folk ate that made their chests grow so much,’ he wondered.

He creased a charming smile before performing a light bow.

“It’s my pleasure and thank you...Mya.” Marco understood very well where he was at this moment. And despite the girls' pleasantries, he only needed a single look to know she was also a Golden Ranked knight. In fact most of the pretty women present were high ranked knights. And yet he got the feeling they weren’t important.

“I'm not sure if Rufus has filled you in or not, but you have quite the busy schedule mapped out for the next week. The Queen has ordered that you take part in the Holy ceremony as quickly as possible, after our brief discussion you’ll be taken to the Golden Crypts where you will perform the Holy Law and be granted your unique Holy Gear.

In a few days' time you’ll then attend your first official Holy Knight meeting with the other 13. There is quite the long list of do’s and don'ts and the obvious change in responsibility for you. Lastly once you’ve caught up to speed with the changes. The Queen shall be holding a banquet in your name at the castle. Right, that’s me finished but I will be around until the last few days, so feel free to ask me anything you don’t understand, or if you have personal requests I will try to be of use to you...Sir Marco” Mya bowed cordially. Making sure she squeezed her large assets in the process. Marco of course didn’t miss this.

He was a little surprised by the sudden respect he was getting so quickly and the fact she called him sir. He didn’t mind it though, in truth and couldn’t stop thinking about if her meaning of personal requests was the same as what he had in mind. Nevertheless, he nodded in agreement whilst silently pondering how long he would have to spend cooped up beside these people, he certainly held no care for, he only needed to acquire the Holy gear in order for the Azure sect to proceed with the next phase. There was almost a sense of relief once he imagined the day he could stop playing this double spy role.

“Oh- by the way would I be required to stay here after the holy ceremony? Id much feel more comfortable going home and returning to this lovely place in a few days' time once the meeting is set to begin.” He smiled after he said that. But soon realised his words stirred a confused look forming against the pretty girl's face.

“Ah of course! Hehehe how cute. There’s not much I can say about the ceremony itself. But you’ll probably need a few days to get used to your new body once it’s over. Try to relax Sir Marco, there are quite the few things one must go through before being granted the title as a golden ranked knight.

‘Wait what? New body...what does that mean-’

Marco heard a near distant bell being rung beyond the towering steps covered in soft purple rugs. Mya held a small talisman which started emitting a strikingly bright purple light

“Oh so soon. Well it looks like the crypt is ready Sir Marco. Follow me I'll take you there.” Mya gave him a sweet smile before she walked out from behind the high desk and proceeded up the flight of high stairs.

Marco acknowledged the aid who led him here with a slight nod. Then he tailed behind the pretty girl with raven black hair.

He enjoyed the view from here, he could see her plump backside swaying as she walked. She wore high knee socks and a short skirt. He stole glances now and again but was too focused on the incredibly lavish décor surrounding him to fantasize as much as he'd want.

This was one of the few times where he felt dwarfed and somewhat underdressed within a place. Almost as though he felt way too unclean to be walking against these floors. The size of the high rising windows fitted the theme of these giant halls with tall ceilings. They walked for a little bit down multiple corridor. Along the way Marco met many similar clothed people who either blushed once they saw him, or eagerly approached him in order to shake his hands.

‘What’s with this place. I can’t help getting this strange feeling from everyone. Almost as if...’

“Sir Marco, something on your mind?” Mya asked him, with a curious childlike stare The more he was interacting with her, the more aroused he was getting. But he remained composed on the outside, there was a certain level of respect Gold Ranked knights were afforded.

“Well since you asked. This place, what is it exactly? I was under the impression it’s supposed to be a temple for the Holy wielders? But it seems more like a...”

“A company? Hehe well it is something like that. You see most of the girls you’ll bump into here dressed like me, are sired to Sir Gusto...”

‘Sired? Isn’t that like some kind of mind reading ability?’

‘Yes Master! Belle knows a few tricky guardians with that power. It’s not like Belle’s desire me- desire me powers. Siring usually comes at a cost and it’s not easy to break.’

‘What the immature one means is that it’s an oath made which tethers a piece of the soul to the caster. Only the incredibly strong can hone such power, unless...

‘Unless what?’

‘It’s unusual and not common but judging by the powers I can faintly sense contained within this place. Perhaps it’s doable...I am referring to some sort of blood line or inheritance ability. I remember a vile race of creatures who lived by sucking the blood of mortals whilst controlling them with their minds.’

‘Mind control ey...I wonder if it’s like Kasumi said, or if its something else.’ Marco remembered the accursed potions both he and Winston had spent months trying to perfect. His life would be easier if he did have some kind of power that could take care of that.

“He’s not only the leader of the tri Horned Onyx Company but he is also the big brother of the Holy Wielders, Big brother first! And you’ll be meeting all of them in the next few days.”

Marco nodded his head from time to time, but he was more focused on the other thoughts swirling in his mind, for example the likelihood of being able to subdue these new powers he would be encountering soon enough. The Azure feather sects plan was reliant on whether or not he could increase his influence to a point where he held his own private army.

Marco held confidence within him obtaining the power he needed to live the life he desired. But what he wasn’t exactly assured of, was the level of the enemies he would have to make to ensure he reached such heights.

‘Once the Elven Queen has been taken care of, the five sects will fall in line. And then I can get rid of Chief Razziel, his fatty son and lastly...my father.’ There wasn’t a single doubt circling within his thoughts about that. His father had to go, and once the Elves are under his control, he would turn his attention towards Lucien Kingdom. The mortals who once enslaved the Elves.

“We’ve arrived Sir Marco, welcome to the Holy Hall.” Mya announced maintaining her pretty smile, but Marco had already stopped paying her any attention the moment he beheld the inside of this gold and porcelain walled room. He thought the halls he passed along the way were majestic. But none of which held any real candle to the maculate scene before him.

Marco didn’t really believe in Gods or anything along those lines. But within his mind, he imagined if they did exist, he might’ve found them dwelling within such halls.

He walked into the spacious hall covered in white walls with tall golden pillars aligned down the middle. The place felt incredibly wide, more so than he might’ve expected looking in from the outside. His feet softly moved on top of the shimmering stainless white floors. So clear and ethereal he thought he was walking against verglas, or if the azure skies themselves had fell and replaced the ground.

He peered towards the far end of the hall, on the other end of the walkway aligned between the standing golden pillars, he beheld a majestically arrayed golden statue. It was a magnificent sculpture of a fine goddess holding a harp. Gathered by her gold feet, he noticed a few fellows seated in an orderly manner, covering their helms with their thick hoods. Marco sensed something strange in the air, he felt it coming from the Golden Statue the more he observed it.

Before he moved further, he swiftly noticed Mya had held her footsteps by the door, forcing him to twist his neck around in an attempt to ask her what was going on.

He saw Mya waving her dainty hands at him as she slowly backed away.

“It’s alright Sir Marco. Simply approach the Guardians tome and lay your hand upon it...Everything else will take care of itself...trust me” she said this delicately. Marco enjoyed that smile of hers whilst he watched her slowly depart, it strangely made him want to believe everything she said to him.

He nodded in understanding before he slowly gathered his wits and continued forward

Halfway along the silent walk, the seated fellows slowly turned around one by one. Marco was slightly surprised upon seeing their aged wrinkly faces, their half opened lids beheld him with a curious wonder within them. They are all old men, and not just any regular old men either.

‘Elves? How Bizarre.’

He continued walking along the isle, the spacious hall made his measured footsteps echo. Marco kept a careful eye on the seated elders whilst he approached. But they didn’t seem too concerned about him after the initial look. They went back to their meditation soon enough; he did capture feint sounds of what sounded like incantations being muttered beneath their breath.

Marco passed through the spaces between them and finally stood within a hair's length away from the statue. This area of the hall felt very cold all of a sudden. That troubled him. But he was here now, and there was no turning back.

He moved his right hand gently and reached out towards the overbeating statue in his front. He caressed his palms against the golden foot gently.

‘It’s so cold...almost like ice... wait...what the-’ His fingers suddenly sunk into the golden foot as though the solid gold had turned into water.

‘Master!’

‘Perverted one!’

The panic-stricken voices of his guardians panged through his mind. Marco held no time to react as he felt an intense wave of light washing over him. He wanted to scream but was held in place by an immoveable **** which rendered him powerless to resist.

***

The Golden light almost breathed a sensation of life into his nostrils. Once the brightness dimmed, Marco found himself floating inside of a dark void less realm. He felt at peace with the darkness surrounding him. ‘Where the hell am I...Belle? K-kasumi?’ Marco tried to summon them but nothing spoke back to him for the first time in as long as he could remember.

‘Wh-what is going on? Where are my guardians? S-shit-shit what the fuck!’

When all felt lost, Marco heard a voice which sent a chilling stillness through his entire body.

“Are you the 14th then?”

He frantically searched the void, finding nothing but the lingering sultry voice fading away into the unknown.

“Who is it? Wh-who goes there?”

“So noisy fufufu . Without seeing is it not believing...my kin.”

A silver flame freckled into existence before his very eyes. The burst of fire was not so far away from his searching gaze, and very quickly grew into a burning humanoid form. The fire soon smoothed itself into a less erratic form. He saw a polished silver skinned figure, with two long sharp ears and a fall of white lavish hair reaching down her back. The more her form was being defined, the more beautiful the figure was becoming. Her full breasts flopped down, with two pink nipples pointing towards him.

Lastly he saw a swash of gold metals wrap themselves around her neck and both of her wrists. She opened her eyes delicately, and Marco saw a swash of azure in place of her where her eyes should be. She held out her hand and a series of golden chains suddenly appeared out from nowhere. Marco recoiled away; sensing danger woven between those golden links.

“Smart one? Fufufu- you are wise to avoid these...restraints. But fear not, I won't harm you...Do you know who I am?” Her voice spoke, Marco felt uneasy staring at her. She wasn’t mortal nor was she Elf...which could only mean.

“G-guardian?”

“Yes. I am the Holy mother. The one who bestows the gift of the Holy Gear to the chosen. Others call me the goddess fufufu bless their hearts. But we Elves better than to believe in mortal Gods...don’t we?”

Marco didn’t know what to say to that, he had no idea why she said the things she said, nor was he confident in his own power to go against this being.

‘H-holy mother...that sounds familiar.’

“I have never welcomed my kin to this realm. That makes things slightly more...interesting.

First matter to address, I smell three blessings entwined within you. The rite of an Elf-Ah, so our people still rely on the old traditions...interesting.” Marco felt his mouth move but the words almost choked within his throat.

He kept his eyes glued to her every movement, she snapped her two fingers and Marco suddenly felt a rush of warm light forcefully being pulled away from his body. The entire process felt as though his shadow was being ripped away from his very being. Pain wasn’t felt, but he certainly might’ve thrown up if he wasn’t stuck within this realm.

The holy mother made a close fist gesture before gently pulling her fist towards her. Marco’s eyes widened as he saw three golden lights being hurled out from his body.

*Swish! Whoosh! *

“What’s the meaning of this...o-o-h... it’s y-you” Spoke one of the strange floating masses of golden particles. Squinting his eyes a little more, Marco saw a young-faced woman appear. Her entire body was covered in Gold but she was also wrapped in many chains.

“The Holy mother...so you live.” The second light spoke, before it too gradually formed into another silver haired young faced girl, she carried strikingly glowing golden eyes and was covered in skimpy black lace tied around her upper body and her neck.

_“But what has become of you? Did the mortals do this to you.” _The third light spoke, and just like the first two a beautiful figure appeared in place of the golden light which had only moments ago been trapped inside of him.

Marco paid a little closer attention to the third being, she was pale skinned, almost silver. With long white hair, two noticeably sharpened ears and the most dazzling azure-coloured eyes he had ever seen. Unlike the first two she wasn’t bound in any noticeable chains. She also carried two ivory horns against the side of her helm. There was something about her which appealed to him. He couldn’t quite place his finger on what that was. But it felt...familiar.

“Fufufu my children, there is much for us to discuss-but I’m afraid...” Marco felt her enchanting gaze fall upon him again. Her mouth curved into a smile.

“We have someone very important in our midst.” As soon as those words were spoken, the three faces turned their attention towards him. A cold shiver ran down his spine. He only needed a single look to understand these four were not normal.

“M...my guardians...what did you do them?”

He saw the face of the ‘Holy Mother’ widen for a few moments before returning to her usual placid smile.

“Oh...those lower beings ? They can’t bear to be around us...higher beings. And so I've sealed them. Do not fret. You are safe here...my kin.”

“Is he the one Holy Mother?”

“The Elf who you chose all those years ago?”

“The one who will lead us when the skies fall?”

Marco heard their chattering overlapping one another, he couldn’t make sense out of their ramblings, but his eyes never left the obvious leader amongst them. The holy mother.

“You have a lot of things to say to me within your heart. As all do when they first stand in the presence of high power. But I’m afraid our time is fast spent. This realm which you see? Is one which I am bound to without my wishes. The humans have forged dark means in which to enslave our divine powers. The day I was caught and severed ties to the world I knew long ago. I was bound to stand here. As a conduit for their weapons.”

Marcos gaze slightly wavered, he somewhat understood what she was talking about.

‘The holy gears?’

“Fufufu but alas. Finally, someone with the blood of our kin has appeared. And one who received three blessings from one of our sacred mountains. Now then, I must have you understand. This world you know cannot continue in this manner. A war is coming. And it is a war in which our people must live through. You, my lovely champion, you are the one I have chosen to lead our people for what is set to happen. “

“Wh-what...H-how...I’m not strong enough” Marco honestly spoke, he knew there was way too many powers around him that were a great level above his own. Despite the help of his guardians. He wasn’t nowhere near strong enough to single handedly take on the 13 Holy Gear wielders, nor could he survive fighting the cultivators at a higher realm.

“Ye of little faith fufu. From here on, I will become your patron. A portion of my power will follow you once you leave this realm." Her eyes trailed towards the other floating three beings.

"And... I will allow you to choose amongst these three, as the third guardian underneath your command.”

Suddenly Marco felt his spirits lift. From a single glance at the three lights, he instantly knew their levels of power was incredibly high. There was still a lot of doubts and questions he carried, but even he could feel his presence within this space waning.

“They think we have lost. But our kingdoms will rise again. All those who have taken advantage of us. All those who lay in wait, ready to swallow us whole. You, will show them why the Elven race... Should never be trifled with.”

She flicked her hand and an azure star whisked across the void before landing directly against the centre of his chest.

He heard the rattling of metals before he witnessed a sequence of chains pouring out from his chest.

“As for your Holy Gear...you, the 14th has been graced with the chains of subjugation. Knowing your tastes... fufufu this should aid you along your journey. Hone these powers well...and I promise you...our kin... you will conquer them all. "

* Chains of Subjugation received - A gauntlet made of chains. Each finger has a unique ability which can be defined by the users will. Chains have a potent affect of draining power. Chains have a potent affect of bounding someone and forcing them to tell the truth. Chains cannot be broken once victim has been caught.

* Holy Mothers Patronship inherited = The power of the Holy ones rests in the deepest part of you. Cultivation is x5 faster. Increases range of sensing guardians