One Sister's Hopes Another Sister's Desperation

The shining pillar of light slowly dissipated to once again show the forms of Rachel and Hannah floating a few feet above the ground in between Moira and Fran. A split second later, a large explosion went off at the top of the castle. Debris rained down from the sky but the two angels were able to rather easily destroy the falling projectiles in order to protect their summoner as well as Moira.

“My, my. What do we have here?” asked Hannah as her eyes darted between the two sisters. “It seems we have been caught in a family spat!” Hannah concluded with a hearty laugh.

“Sister, I do not believe this is a laughing matter,” Rachel scolded her sister. “It seems that Francisca is finally enacting her plan against Warden-To-Be Moira Brighton,” Rachel explained to Hannah.

“Oh, you seem to be right!” Hannah admitted as she flew down next to Fran. “So Franny, how’s it going?” she asked as the angel took in the sight of the battlefield. “By Gaia! It’s a full blown war here!” exclaimed Hannah as she surveyed the destruction that was already wrought as well as the two armies about to clash.

“Oh my Gaia...” whispered Rachel as she looked out upon the destruction. That was when she noticed it was John Newman, Gaia’s new pet project, and Lord Brighton, current Warden-Lord of the Order. “What is going on here, Francisca?” she asked. “Why is John Newman and Lord Brighton fighting? They’ve both been blessed by Gaia to do her will!” asked the dark haired angel as she turned from the battlefield to face Fran.

“Simple,” Fran started as she stared down Moira, who returned Fran’s look with her own fiery gaze. “The Order believes John Newman to be a threat to the Abyss and Gaia’s will on it. So he has called back every Shield Order member to lay siege upon John’s land. However, John was able to raise his own army to put up a fight against the Order and I decided to join him since if he wins, John promised me control of her!” Fran nearly shouted as she pointed at Moira. Moira’s face went from a stern look to one of pure shock at Fran’s confession.

“Y-you WHAT?!” yelled Moira, her face beet red. “YOU WILL NOT CONTROL ME! I AM THE SHIELD WARDEN AND LEADER OF THIS ORDER!” roared the young Warden-In-Training. A fire seemed to inside Moira as she felt a swell of power within her very core. An aura of light seemed to envelop Moira, a holy radiance seemingly coming from the powered up Warden-In-Training.

“Oh my, could the baby Warden finally be becoming a big girl warden?” asked Hannah as she watched with glee what was happening before her. Rachel looked on with just as much interest as her sister but came to a different conclusion.

“No, sister, not quite yet,” she told Hannah and Fran. “Moira Brighton has begun to tap into the Warden powers but has not quite unlocked it. She is on the cusp of finally embracing her destiny as Warden. We may very well see the birth of one if we remain here, sister,” finished Rachel.

“If you two are done gabbing like a bunch of schoolgirls, can you please assist me in beating my step-sister to a bloody pulp?” asked a very annoyed Fran, especially now that Moira seemed to be finally coming into her destined power. This was the Inquisitor’s last chance to stop her sister before she became a full Warden and would be beyond her control.

“Oh Franny, Franny, Franny,” Hannah said with a sigh. “Do you not remember the summoning contract we made waaaaaaay back when?” asked the blonde angel. Fran gave the two angels a confused look. She had made this contract so many years ago that the ex-Order Inquisitor could not remember the exact details of the contract she made with the angel sisters.

“From that look on your face, it seems that you have forgotten the exact wording used when Lord Brighton had you contract with us,” Rachel surmised. “There is a clause towards the end of the contract that clearly states we are not to be used against Lord Brighton or Moira in an aggressive manner outside of combat training. It is quite obvious that this is not a sparring match. As such, the contract says we cannot make any aggressive actions against your current opponent. We can, however, go assist John Newman and his army against the regular Order soldiers. If you wish to change this, you’ll have to end the current summoning contract and renegotiate a new one. However, it is the Order that has the Summoning Scroll that you must use to make a contract with us.”

Fran listened in on her summon’s explanation of the contract she had signed all those years ago. Of course that paranoid zealot would make sure to put in a clause to protect himself and Moira. Those two are useless against Moira and are no good in an open field full of enemies. Might as well just dismiss them.

“Fine, take your leave. I’ll have to get that summoning scroll when this is all over,” Fran said as she wave a hand at her summoned angels.

“Till next time Franny!” Hannah said as she was engulfed in light and faded away.

“I look forward to our next summoning,” Rachel merely said as she, too, was engulfed in light and dispersed soon after.

“What’s the matter, Fran, your angels can’t help?” Moira asked with a shit eating grin on her face, fully aware that any and all summons are made to never be used against the Warden or her family. While Moira was quite confident she could beat her dear step-sister, Fran and her angel summons would have been a problem, even for her. Although, with this new power I feel flowing through me, maybe I could have taken all three? While the young Warden-To-Be pondered her new power-up, Fran got even more **** to win this fight.

“I forgot! Ever forget? Happened to me!” Fran said in the most sarcastic tone she could muster. Well, there is one way to take out a Warden. Although, how I get around her armor and such is a problem. However, there are those new skills I gained from joining John’s side... A wicked smile crept across Fran’s face as her new plan came together. “My dear Moira, I hope you are ready to lose, because this shall be our final fight!” Fran announced, her voice full of cockiness.

“We shall see, Fran,” was all Moira said to her as the two women readied their weapons. The two stood ready, each waiting for the other to make a move. Time seemed to slow and their surroundings seemingly melted away as the two locked eyes with each other. Both could see the determination in the other’s eyes. Neither could deny that the other did not want this victory. No, they both knew the other thought they were in the right, and in a way they were. However, if both sides are right, then only the side which is stronger will be the one that gets to declare their conviction and righteousness while the other will be vilified.

In what could have merely been a muscle spasm, one of the girls made a sudden movement, but that was all that was needed. Both girls charged, one after another, their weapons raised, battle cries sang through the air, dust flew up behind the two as they inched closer and closer together.
The clang of metal upon shield echoed their little corner of the battlefield as Fran’s sword bounced off Moira’s shield. Fran knew her weapon would never pierce Moira’s shield, but that was never the plan. All she had to do was get into melee ranged with Moira for her to put her new abilities to use.

“Inquisitor’s Touch!” Fran yelled out as she reached out to touch Moira’s face, her hand glowing a softly. Moira tried to move away by performing a spin, but in doing so, she let her weapon hand swing extremely close to Fran. That was all Fran needed as she touched Moira’s hand and watched as the magical essence moved from her hand into Moira’s body. She watched as Moira’s entire body shivered from the attack of Fran, which caused a smile to cross her face.

“Like that attack?” asked Fran, her smile evolving into a chuckle as she watched Moira’s face flush red.

“Wh-what was that attack?!” asked a clearly flustered Moira.

“Did you know that John has his own High Priestess of a religion based around him?” Fran asked her clearly distracted step-sister.

“A...a religion?” was all Moira could say in response, the magic still assaulting her.

“Oh yes,” Fran said as she took a few steps towards Moira, who backed away but not nearly as far away as Fran had moved forward. “It seems it was made when he and the Elf priestess had sex. As such, the religion is actually based around sex. And I, like the Order, became it’s Grand Inquisitor. As such,” Fran explained while she continued to slowly close the gap between her and Moira, “I had some of my powers augmented to match it as well as a few new additions. You see, instead of torturing enemies through endless pain like we normally do to gain information or break someone, this let’s me use pleasure to do that,” she said as she finally got right next to her prey. Fran grabbed ahold Moira’s shield and ripped it away from her as Moira dropped her hammer of her own volition. Fran grabbed Moira by the breastplate and brought her in close, placing her lips near Moira’s ears. “And John was kind enough to offer a **** for me to practice my new abilities on. He wanted her mind to be nearly broken so he can come and deliver the final blow himself, I have gotten a handle of my new powers. Such as this Inquisitor’s Kiss!” Fran said before she placed a rather wet and sloppy kiss on Moira’s face. A dark red mark appeared in the shape of Fran’s lips on Moira’s cheek as a powerful wave of pleasure washed over Moira from that spot. Fran watched as Moira became covered in sweat as her breathing became more and more heavy until Moira let out a powerful scream before she collapsed on the ground, her tongue hanging out of it.

“And with how much you’ve been using your powers and this new Warden power-up, you must be quite pent up, huh?” asked Fran as she watched Moira attempt to tear off her armor to get to her most private parts.