Sisters Part 2

“Sir, nearly all of our support troops as well as our remote hunting teams have all returned. Including the Grand Inquisitor…” the soldier told Lord Brighton, who nodded in acknowledgement as he continued to look over the map of Springfield. The map was a 3D representation of the entire city, with various swaths of it blacked out. The swaths emanated from the Brighton Manor and extended outward, in a gridlike fashion. Various exclamation points were in some of the blacked out areas, but the leader of the Golden Rose seemed uninterested in those finds. Instead, his eyes looked upon the current areas being searched, one grid included the house of John Newman, their current Most Wanted Fugitive.

“What of The Hound?” The calm voice of Lord Brighton appeased the warrior as he had to tell his lord the news he would not like to hear.

“I’m sorry to report but the Warden of the Spear still needs her assistance.”

“I see. The Warden of the Spear’s orders trump mine, so we shall let it be, for now.” His voice remained just as calm as far as the soldier could tell, but there was a hint of anger that a more astute observer would have picked up on. Lord Brighton did not like that the Spear Warden could override his commands but had to accept it as a reality of the Order, even if he considered the Spear Warden rather naive at times. Lord Brighton already knew she would not approve of this manhunt for John Newman and would rather capture the wayward mage than kill him for the dangerous warlock that he clearly was.

“Is there anything else, my lord?”

“Hmm, yes. Summon the Warden and the Grand Inquisitor. I wish to update them on the current progress as well as go over the plans once we find this warlock,” commanded the head of the Golden Rose.

“As you wish,” replied the loyal servant of the Order as he bowed and left the room.

“Lord Brighton, we have processed another searched section and found another Cabal hideout. We also found a Dark Velvet mana factory. All have been marked on the map for future operations once this current operation is completed,” a seer informed his leader.

“Good. Prioritize them as you see fit and I shall look over them all once this... unpleasant episode is behind us,” spoke Lord Brighton as he took a sip from his glass. He continued to look over the map for the next few minutes as he waited for his daughter and his most trusted soldier to meet him here.

No more than 10 minutes later, Moira, in full battle regalia, walked in and greeted her father. She was followed by Fran, who mirrored her sister in wearing full battle regalia. The armor had seen some changes in the last two years since Moira had seen her. It now sported wings around the knee and thighs. Meanwhile, the shoulder pads and helmet had gained horns on the dragon heads, made of gold. The chest piece had been altered to focus on the rose shaped gem in the center of the armor. It pulsed with a blue light every few seconds

“My lord, you have summoned me?” asked the Grand Inquisitor as she bowed to her leader. “And I see the young Warden to be is here as well,” she said, contempt clear in her voice.

“Good to see you too, dear sister,” Moira spat back at Fran. The years apart did nothing to ease the hatred between the two. The tense silence was broken by an annoyed Lord Brighton.

“Enough! Both of you! We have a dangerous threat not only to Springfield, but to the Order as well! As the Grand Inquisitor and the future Warden, you two must work together to stop this warlock! As sisters, I had hoped that you two would form a familiar bond that would allow you two to trust each other when no one else could be trusted! Instead, you two turned to hate each other, to outdo each other no matter the costs to yourself, the Order, or our Holy Mission! You both have shamed me for long enough. Now, you two will work together to find John Newman and neutralize him, do you understand me?” bellowed the head of the Brighton clan, with a stern look that **** the girls to look away lest their guilt become even greater.

“Yes, father,” the two said in unison, their heads held low.

“Good. Now, we are in the midst of a grid search of the entire city of Springfield, with the manor at the center. While we have not found Mr. Newman yet, we have found various Cabal and Dark Velvet locations that we’ll have to deal with later. We have already searched where his house is and found no traces of him. We left his mother there for now with a strike team. Once they confirm he is there, they will move in and eliminate the threat while extracting his mother. She will have to be thoroughly processed before we can allow her to leave. Inquisitor, you shall take command of the strike team and prepare it for combat with the wayward mage. Moira, you shall take command of the search party and continue the sweep. Remember your training and be mindful of your surroundings. Now go and fulfill your duties to the Order!” commanded Lord Brighton. His daughters gave him a quick curtsey before they turned and took their leave. Outside their father’s room, Fran quickly intercepted her sister.

“So, you royally fucked up this time, eh Moira?” asked Fran, a smirk rested on her face. Moira inhaled deeply to remain calm and not give in to her sister’s clear goading.

“I did not fuck up as you implied. I found a late bloomer, who had quite unique magical skills, and attempted to recruit him to be an asset to the Order. In fact, this week he was to begin his magical tutoring here, under our protective eyes! Apparently he decided to mess around with magic by himself instead of waiting. This is his own doing, not my fuck up!” retorted Moira. Fran’s smirk dispersed as she heard Moira’s tale. Even she had to admit that Moira’s plan was sound. It did seem like this mage got too curious too fast and now he must pay for his crimes.

“Fine. I will admit that perhaps this one isn’t your fault, but the Alvarez fiasco was clearly your fault,” Fran replied, who knew how to push all of Moira’s buttons as the future Warden’s face grew red with rage.

“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BRING THAT UP?!” yelled Moira before she turned and stormed off, anger flowing through her. Fran just chuckled to herself as she continued to the kitchen, hoping to get some food before she embarked to meet up with her squad.

“That stupid whore! Always one upping me, the Warden! She shouldn’t be allowed to talk to me like that! But noooo! Father let’s her say what she wants because he thinks it’ll help me! Well it’s helped me alright, helped me decide to make sure she gets completely and fully humiliated once I’m in charge!” rambled Moira as she made her way to her room, the door nearly shattering as the angry Warden slammed it.

“Sheesh Moira, what’s gotten your panties twisted in a bunch?” asked Anwyn, completely naked on her back laying in Moira’s bed with Moira’s favorite vibrator deep in Anwyn’s pussy while Moira’s big purple dildo was in the middle of being thrust in and out of Anwyn’s ass by her hands.

“I’ll tell you all about it,” started Moira as she took off her armor piece by piece while she moved over to her special chest that was enchanted so only people she allowed could use it besides her, Anwyn being one of those people. “while I fuck you with this!” she said as she pulled out a 10 inch long strap-on dildo. Anwyn just giggled as she turned over onto her belly and raised her ass as she removed the dildo she was thrusting into it just moments ago.