Wrong

When Elmeria arrived back at Lux Sanctus she was impatient, hastily pushing past and ignoring those who attempted to greet her eventually bursting into Tomoko's chambers, "Tomoko we need to talk!" she declared. Tomoko was lying on her bed, trying to lose herself in a book. She'd specifically had a number of strange books with pictures in them commissioned and she seemed to take great pleasure in them. She placed the book down, the title of which was "I confessed my love to my childhood friend, but then he became a bird."

Elmeria stared at Tomoko for a bit as Tomoko just watched her, waiting for her to start. Elmeria was clearly flustered and upset and Tomoko knew it might take her a few seconds to get her thoughts together. Indeed Elmeria was struggling what to bring up first and eventually she settled on the most personally devastating news first, "Tomoko... I think Alka might be dead," she says and Tomoko freezes.

"But she came to talk to me... I know she wasn't some kind of undead or someone in disguise... It was her," Tomoko argues and Elmeria hesitates before continuing.

"She wasn't dead when she came to you, but I don't think she was the Alka we knew regardless. I traveled to Alms Amour. The entire country has been destroyed and I learned about what happened from some of the survivors. Alka was defeated by a monster who calls himself Doom and he then destroyed the city of Saluma and shortly after he disappeared and the country was suddenly overwhelmed by monsters. Alka visited you after that and considering what she told you and what we learned about the Dark Miracle... I have a theory as to what happened," Elmeria explains.

"What is your theory?" Tomoko asks, her hand moving to her chest, trying not to panic as she listens.

"You're aware of the mark of submission, right?" Elmeria asks and Tomoko gives a curt nod. She isn't sure how she feels about it, but it was a gift of the gods of light, so it has to be good, right?

"I think... This Doom has the ability to use the mark of Submission. I don't know how, but it explains everything, including some of the stories the survivors told about Doom and his forces. I think he marked Alka and then sent her to give you a false report," Elmeria informs Tomoko and Tomoko swallows.

"But... In order to Mark someone you have to... Subjugate their will to yours don't you? Even if he was strong enough to beat Alka in battle I can't imagine he'd be able to do that to her!" Tomoko argues and Elmeria hesitates and then nods.

"Yes... Which is why I think Alkadabuki... Our friend is dead. I don't know if she's literally dead, she might be, but there's no way Alka, with all her power could be marked, so the only logical answer... is that somehow she lost that power, the gifts given to us by the light were taken from her," Elmeria responds and Tomoko feels her heart beating rapidly. The idea that this monster could take away her gifts was terrifying, "this... This is all just a theory so far though. Without finding Alka or this Doom, I can't fully confirm any of this and unfortunately the last sighting of Alkadabuki had her heading into Grimaire, so I don't know if finding her will be possible," Elmeria adds.

Tomoko is silent and Elmeria looks awkward. She recognizes the look on her friend's face. Tomoko is suffering from some internal nightmare. Elmeria wants to comfort her, but she isn't sure what she can say. "we should have listened to Tomoko... We should have all gone as one to Alms Amour, we could have stopped this, saved Alka," Elmeria thought to herself. She felt wretched. "T... Tomoko... I... I'm going to get Citrinas and Runa. We'll all three of us hunt down and end this... Doom, I promise you," Elmeria says and when Tomoko doesn't respond Elmeria looks away uncomfortably and leaves.

Tomoko for her part was listening to her heart pounding in her chest. She felt hands around her neck, squeezing the life out of her. A weight settled on her, pinning her down. She was **** and the world around her was gone. All she saw was the pair of hateful eyes looking down on her. When the vision faded and she came back to herself she realized Elmeria was gone and her words finally reached her.

"Wait... No Elm! We... We should all go! I'm so scared Elm... I" she began to speak to the empty room sitting up and reaching out as she felt tears fall from her cheeks onto her lap, "I'm so scared Elm..." she whispered. She knew she should go after her friend. Sure Elmeria, Citrinas and Runa could probably handle anything, but she had also believed that Alkadabuki could have handled anything and it had cost her her friend. Even knowing she should go after them, accompany them as they went after this evil, she couldn't bring herself to leave the room. Looking out the window it was a bright sunny day, but in her eyes the sky was full of black clouds that rained tar onto the ground. The brilliant city of white and gold that was the Lux Sanctus becoming flooded with a black tar that drowned all those in the city. Her room was the only safe place.

"I'm so scared, Elm... Please... Don't leave me," she whimpered as she watched Elmeria walking through the Tar from her window, unaware as she slowly sank beneath it, drowned like all the rest.

Celli nocked an arrow. She could hear the creature snuffling as it searched for her. She had made it her personal mission to take back Alms Amour, starting with the western Outpost and the city. She was currently in the city connected to the outpost hunting the creatures that had made it their home. She darted out of her cover and put an arrow into the creature's skull and heard it let out a cut off cry as it collapsed. She nocked another arrow as she continued forward and then stopped. Ahead of her was the square. She saw herself on a scaffold in the center of the square. **** to pleasure the people of the city and her hand slipped off her bow and between her legs. She had been **** so many times on that spot. Even by the man she loved. The country was being evacuated, very few had chosen to stay behind. She didn't know if he was dead, evacuated or if he might still be here. She wasn't sure what she'd say or feel if she ever saw him again. She definitely couldn't forget what he did to her, but part of her still loved him. Told her it wasn't his fault. It was Doom, who did that to her. She **** her hand from between her legs and grabbed the bow again tightly, her knuckles turning white with the **** she exerted. She walked into the square, towards the center and heard a loud squeal. She turned as a winged monster, some sort of goblinoid creature with feathered wings, darted down at her. She took aim and put an arrow through it's throat. It banked sharply to the left and crashed into the ground flailing for a bit before it ceased moving.

Celli reached back and ran her fingers through the feathery tails of her arrows, counting how many she had left. She was starting to run out, but she still had enough she figured as she continued forward. She wanted to reach the outpost. She wasn't sure why. It wasn't worth it, but she wanted to return there. To the place everything had gone wrong. She nocked another arrow as she continued forward.

Espia lets out a gentle moan, Malcolm's hand is between her legs and she can feel his index and middle finger moving inside of her. Her own hand is holding his wrist, squeezing gently. She feels like she should be stopping him, but she isn't sure why. It feels good and he explained it was just to help her relax for the rest of the trip. It was pretty far to his home after all and she needs to be prepared for the journey. His fingers curl inside of her and she lets out a cry of pleasure that is quickly muffled as his hand covers her mouth. "Quiet my dear, we don't want to wake the others," he chastises her and she swallows. When he uncovers her mouth she thanks him.

"Thank you, daddy," she says. It's good that he corrects her. After all she's a pretty stupid girl and if it wasn't for him telling her what to do who knows what kind of problems she might cause. She's so happy to have him looking out for her. She momentarily wonders though why only she needs to be relaxed for the journey. There are other people on this trip going all the way to Borea. She had learned however to keep such questions to herself. They are undoubtedly silly questions from a silly girl. Daddy knows what he's doing and what's best for her. Questioning him is just betraying her own ignorance and if she continues to show him how stupid she truly is, he might not love her anymore. The thought of him not loving her anymore makes her shiver. She hates the idea that he might abandon her one day. She feels his fingers start to move faster and she bites her lip to muffle another loud moan as her cunt squeezes around his fingers and she feels herself cum. He slips his fingers out of her and raises them to her lips. She obediently licks them clean, smiling at him, after all it's important not to leave a mess. She then spreads her legs for him as he kneels down and she feels his mustache tickle her sensitive area before his tongue begins to lap at her entrance. Her daddy is so nice to help clean her up afterwards as well.

"Are you relaxed now, my dear?" he asks and she nods, "good then it's time for you to sleep. We have a long trip tomorrow," he informs her and gently lays her down on the bedroll.

"I love you, daddy..." she mutters as she falls asleep.

Malcolm leaves her alone in the tent once she's asleep and sneaks into Fals' tent. Fals wakes up and stares at him for a moment, "Malcolm? What are you doing in my te-" she starts, but then cuts off abruptly as he snaps his fingers and her eyes take on the telltale glow.

"My little girl isn't ready yet, so for now I'm going to still be using you," he tells her and she nods and hurriedly strips out of her clothing.

"Do you want me on my back or front, master?" she asks and he looks thoughtful for a moment.

"Back, I'd like to look into your eyes this time," he says and she nods and finishes stripping before laying on her back with her legs spread. He grabs her thighs and pushes them open before roughly shoving his cock into her waiting, wet hole. She grunts and grits her teeth, closing one eye, while looking up at him. He stares down into her eyes before starting to pound into her, each thrust making her let out a weak, muffled moan as her hands move grabbing his arms which move to her breasts. She muffles her cries as he fucks her, his cock easily sliding in and out of her as his hands squeeze her breasts roughly, "you're such an obedient little slut, Falz," he tells her and she moans, squeezing around his cock, being degraded by him seeming to turn her on further.

"Y... Yes, Master! I'm yours to use and ****!" she proclaims and then winces as he slaps her face.

"What did I tell you about being loud," he hisses and she looks ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Master..." she responds and he scoffs.

"No matter how much I train you, you never truly learn. You're nothing, but a brainless hole This is why Espia will be a better **** than you," he tells her and she bites her lip, cumming around his cock as he belittles her further.

"Ah... She's better than me?" Fals asks and he nods.

"Much better than you," he assures her which makes her tighten up further, clearly loving it and it's clear Malcolm enjoys belittling her as well.

His thrusts speeding up, each movement now slamming his hips against her with a loud squelching noise as her cum leaks incessantly from the point where they're joined, "You're making a mess, whore! You're going to have to clean it up!" he hisses and she whimpers.

"I can't help it, master!" she responds and then yelps as he smacks her again.

"Be quiet, idiot!" he seethes and she groans having another orgasm, her eyes rolling back as she cums again and this time he joins her, cumming deep inside of her before pulling out and without being asked she moves, taking his cock into her mouth, licking and sucking it clean as he watches her.

"At least you're still good for something," he admits and she shudders at his words. After a bit he roughly pushes her off of him and she falls onto her back on the bedroll, panting weakly, her breasts rising and falling as her legs are spread showing off her cunt, dripping with his and her cum, "well what do we say, slut?" he asks.

"Th... Thank you, Master," she says quickly and he nods and covers himself again, leaving her alone in the tent. As soon as he's gone she snaps back to reality and gasps, seeing the state of herself. She again can't remember any of what happened and immediately her mind jumps to the conclusion that she had been masturbating by herself. She quickly closes her legs and then hugs her knees to her chest, "I... I can't keep doing this... I'll get caught," she chastises herself, horrified by what she thinks is her own uncontrollable libido, tears of shame rolling down her cheeks as she forces herself to get to work trying to clean up, her mind blocking out the existence of cum that is not her own as she cleans it away.

Kasi sits in the tent with her mother. It has been four days since Doom went up the mountain. Kasi's mother informed them that he would be coming back, but that it would take a while. The rest of Doom's crew had retreated down the volcano to find somewhere else to wait, unable to stand being so near the volcano for so long. Only Kasi remained.

"So... Mother," Kasi starts and Sacharissa glances at her, "any idea why the Dragon's meeting with Doom is taking so long?" Kasi asks.

"They're fucking as far as I can tell," Sacharissa answers casually and Kasi gasps.

"What? For four days?!" Kasi asks in awed horror.

"Seems so. I think the Dragon is trying to give Doom a fire Elemental Infusion. It's similar to the ritual we do to each new child of our tribe, submerging them into the lava flow and all that to imbue them with fire resistance, but in this case Doom will come out completely immune to fire and even capable of using fire himself. If that is the case I assume then whatever deal Doom wished to make with the Dragon has been accepted. I am disappointed that this means my threat will no longer be effective though. It was fun having a champion of Darkness afraid of me," Sacharissa explains with an exaggerated sigh of disappointment at the end.

"It wasn't a serious threat though anyway," Kasi mutters and Sacharissa smiles.

"You have no idea how far I'd be willing to go to hurt someone for hurting you," she declares and Kasi crosses her arms.

"I know that the Dragon and therefore you saw what happened between me and Doom. If you were really that protective you'd already have hurt him for that," Kasi suggests.

"That? No that was just rough sex and honestly you deserved it. I mean if he actually hurts you. If he... You know... Breaks your heart," she says reaching a hand out to place it against Kasi's chest and Kasi blinks.

"I... He couldn't break my heart! I don't even think of him like that!" Kasi argues, blushing profusely.

"Oh sure... You don't love him of course, but you do want to be his glorious queen, kneeling in front of his throne astride the world. I know you, daughter. Your dreams have always been grand. Daughter of the Dragon is your birthright, but you don't want to just be the Daughter of the Dragon, you want to be Wife of the Gods and with him you think you can," she explains and Kasi looks away, unable to respond.

"But there's no guarantee you'll get what you want and if that's the case, if he chooses to not reward your loyalty or betray your trust, that's when Momma is gonna crush him for you," Sacharissa says and forces Kasi into a tight hug as Kasi grunts and tries to struggle out of the hug, only getting out when Sacharissa releases her.

"I don't need to be his Queen... As long as he keeps me by his side, I'll be fine," Kasi says nervously.

"Then for his sake I hope he does so," Sacharissa responds patting Kasi's head and Kasi sighs and resigns herself, letting her mother pet her head a bit as she looks away. Thinking about her future and hoping things go as she plans.

Caliath watches her tribe as they settle down at the bottom of the mountain. It's still uncomfortably hot here and all of them are sweating and exhausted by work that would normally be completed easily. She raises a hand and looks at it then using her other hand she stabs a tiny pin directly through the knuckle of her ring finger. "Nothing..." she mutters. No pain, no fear... She feels cut off from the world and herself. Like she's just looking at this world from behind her own eyes while something else controls her body. She looks thoughtful as she stares at the injury, watches it bleed. "What am I now?" she wonders not just in terms of the state she's been in since she was marked, but in terms of her role. She's the shaman and her tribe still listen to the things Doom says with her mouth, but other than that. When she was the Shaman of the Weasel she could speak to them, hear their words in her head guiding her. She knew what to do at all times, because it would tell her, but now the weasel was dead and with it she lacks guidance, part of her thought maybe Doom was right, when she pledged herself to him she'd have that connection again, but with him, but there's nothing. Like she had said originally, he's not a totem spirit and without a true totem spirit to follow... She's no one. She's not as strong as the others, she has no magic, no guidance. Her only real use to her tribe was as a shaman and now she's not really a shaman. She wonders if eventually they'll realize that. What will happen if her tribe turns on her, if they realize they're not following anyone anymore.

She clenches her hand into a fist, not even noticing as the pin still in her finger is **** against the joint and she stalks forward, "Partis, stop laying about, I know it's hot, but the sooner we can get our camp set up the sooner we can actually rest, so work harder!" she commands and she hears the lazy boy respond.

"Yes, Ma'am!" he responds as he hurries to help out and then she sighs. For the moment at least they still trust her. They still believe in her and that's good, not just for her, but for Doom and part of her resents that. "If she did lose their trust and they turned on her. What would he do?" she thought to herself, not noticing as blood dripped down her arm.