Tang.

Tang is not wearing his armour. Why would he. In the dark of the night, he is walking through the city. Magical lights shine on the streets and illuminate the marble in a cold blue light. The reason for his patrols is general safety, or at least that is the official reason. He doesn’t know exactly what happened but his Lord, Ulal, did not show himself for the last three weeks and although the first two were a bit chaotic because of the large influx of people everything has now stabilized. Therefore patrolling in his uniform is more than enough.

Tang takes a step around the corner and the cathedral comes into view. Tarzana has been working on the building from the second Ulal left, using all the mages of the cult she could gather and asking Aclysia for the correct building plans, as to not rip apart the magical circuits of the city. The building then was an effort of daily transmuting and handiwork and is now halfway complete.

Even in the darkness, the cathedral is a glorious monument. Made of red stone and covered in demonic iconography with the five towers that reach into the sky it has become the centre of religious worship from the Cult of Five. Tang doesn’t care particularly for religions, if there is a god it would be Ulal. At least that is his opinion after working through theological texts.

Many of the citizens seems to disagree however, the three major religions being Saeletraism, Vakanthism and Cultism. The first group is weakening by the day, Vakanthism is stable but amongst the unbelieving or converting folk the Cult is quickly gaining hold. That is largely because of their presence in the highest administrating and teaching positions but also because of the demonic orgies that are said to happen during some nights. Those, after all, had a very seductive influence.

However, religious ideals are not interesting to Tang him. Reading had opened many new worlds to Tang he never thought possible from simple scratching on thin pieces of paper. Especially war and political ideals have piqued his interest and he is working on a codex for the army on the bases of Estaran ideology. Their ideas for genders might be flat out wrong but the Estaran war tactics are much more advanced than anything else in the world. Also the centring of state around one individual of character and strength appeals to him, and with Ulal also being immortal this state the Demonmagus has started working on might be something for the ages. Tang is very much interested in where this will go and eager to play his part.

Tang continues his silent walk through the streets and alleys of the Anjar district with these and similar thoughts, the only sound being the sheath of the shortsword at his waist occasionally clicking against his belt. He can’t help but feel a spying presence on him. He looks around, checking every corner and rooftop. Nothing.

Continuing his walk he keeps his eyes and ears open. This is not the first time he feels watched. Ever since he has returned from Brikstrat he occasionally feels it, sometimes he even catches a glance of a moving shadow. He is not sure of that is just paranoia or a test of Ulal. The later he finds much more likely, it sounds like something the Lord-Regent would do.

He hastes towards the southern bit of the district. The followers of Hayth have taken hold there after discovering a small park with decorative plants. They quickly ripped those out and planted their own holy tree, proclaiming that Ulal would allow it after being reprimanded so by the authorities. True enough; the council did sent an official letter that allowed them to do so.

The large open field of the former park would allow him to check for any followers in the distance or lose them in the alleyways afterwards if they kept their distance. He stops in his tracks. Doing so would also mean that he would break his patrol route. Without another moment of hesitation he turns around.

Better be unable to find a spy than disobey orders.

Discipline, he has come to agree, is the highest good of an army. Even as the highest ranking officer of the army it is not his job to identify spies, his job is to obey orders. Is that the test? Likely.

Tang is distracted from his doubts by a woman standing in front of an alleyway. She waves him to come closer and he does. Helping citizens is his current order after all. The woman has black wavy hair and a bountiful chest, her pink full lips are curved into a slight smile as her eyes focus him. The way those eyes seem to glow in the reflecting light of the magical lanterns, their amber colour. He has seen her before.

“Say, soldier, are you with the hundred?” She asks in a seductive tone and bends towards him, the green dress she is wearing is hugging her form tightly and her cleavage is a phenomenal view. “Correct.” Tang states, keeping his eyes on hers without problem, although he feels a slight pull in his pants.

“My, how lucky I am to find you here then. See I am a great admirer.” The woman says and steps into the alleyway with a mysterious laugh. Tang follows her, business is not to be left unfinished. “What can I do for you?” Tang asks as he walks deeper into the alleyway, after the woman. “Ha! That is the perfect question.” Her voice has a slight unnerving undertone now, like she is losing control of something. “See, I really need….”

She storms around and jumps at him. Tang knows that drawing his sword would take to long so he instead blocks with his arms. It is to no avail, the woman pushes him down. He did not expect a lady of that size to have that much strength.

“I really need you to fuck me.” Alratha says with a wide grin and chuckles as she grinds on the lying soldiers groin. Tang’s cock is quickly hardening as soft cloth friction along his length. “Mhm, you seem to agree.” Alratha is reaching down to free his dick from his tight confinement.

“No.” She pauses. “Pardon?” She asks, confused. Tang gives her a stern look. “No.” He repeats and shoves her off him. Alratha makes roll backwards and ends on her feet again. Quickly Tang rises as well and takes posture. “You are the stalker?” He asks.

Alratha chuckles a bit insecure, “Well, yeah. Other question. See this?” She squeezes her breasts, “And this?” She turns and slaps her round ass, moaning playfully as she does so. “Why in Saeletra’s name would you NOT fuck me?” “I am on duty.” Tang simply declares.

Alratha starts laughing excessively and only stops when Tang tries to seal her mouth shut with his hand. She grabs his hand and makes a handstand on it. They both freeze in place, on smiling and holding her balance, the other looking stern and keeping his arm in place. “Disturbance of night rest is punishable. Silence.” Tang says as he dully notes the lack of underwear revealed by down pulled dress.

“Fine.” Alratha pouts and falls to the side. Her feet touch the ground again and Tang lower his arm back to his side. “Do I understand it right that you would be willing to fuck me after you are done working?” She asks. That is an easy question. “Yes.”

“Okay, see you later then.” Alratha says and hits him on the ass on her way out of the alley. “Wait.” Alratha turns and smirks, “Changed your mind?” “I have to give you my address.” The assassin shakes her head with a snicker, “Oh, darling, no you don’t. I already have it.” With that statement, she walks off and when Tang walks out of the alley, she has vanished.

Continuing his patrols Tang follows the normal route. He does everything exactly to protocol, silent but precise he walks through the streets, randomly checks a few good hiding spots and so on. Once has patrolled his route he meets up with his replacement and goes back to his apartment to stick his dick in crazy.