Sylvaine looked at Crimson, a thin satisfactory smile on her lips. "And here she is, the cause of our perfect immortality. A mutant of the fallen world immune to the effects of malcore." In front of her was the royal family who murmured with intrigue with some nobles. Most present to butter him up rather than provide anything of use.
"Does she speak the same language as us?" The king posed, his voice deep and gravel. One could already curl at a mere word. "Yes she does, what question would you like to ask her?" He clutched his chin, his mind with a swirl of questions before he found the one that he wanted.
"Crimson, the king himself has some questions for you so play nice." Sylvaine added, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Crimson who was half asleep looked at the so called royal family but her attention lay elsewhere. She felt something draw closer to her, something that resembled Solon.
"Huh?" She half heatedly mused as she tried to perceive what she sensed. "Crimson, if you don't mind, I have some questions for you." The king proposed however rather than an answer silence was what followed.
*Zap*
Her chains crackled with high voltage, her figure tensing but there was no look of agony or pain on her face. 'Just what is this?!' In her own mind, she couldn't see what she was about to deal with. With the Creator of the world, his image of a frail old man was present but now it was something more primordial.
Something far above her comprehension with the only exception that she had ever faced being Jarren. However this time it was different, it didn't come with a smile or a taunt but a faceless abyss, it's figure akin to Solon's twinkling with lost pantheons and horrors. It felt cold, apathetic and as much as she didn't want to admit scary.
"Crimson! Please don't mind her. She easily loses focus quickly." Appeasing the king, Sylvaine wanted to apply more voltage however Crimson snapped back. "You're all going to die." This time her voice didn't have her apathetic edge to it, now filled with fear and wariness.
"What is she rambling about?" One of the nobles spoke in indignance. "Maybe her mind is fried with all the voltage sent to her mind." Another chimed in. "Crimson?" The king asked once more to gain her attention only to be met with a cold stare that bore through his every being.
It wasn't just him but the rest felt it as well. "Now that I have your attention do you mind expanding more on the character addressed as Solon?" His tone light masking his fear that started to harbour in his heart. He wasn't sure why he tensed now in her presence but his senses warned him to stand on guard.
"Solon? At the moment he's the least of your worries." She let out a chuckle followed with a laugh that made most pause with bewilderment, seeing her as a madwoman. With the mind breaking experiments she had been put through, they weren't that bothered seeing her unravel. All of them had pieces of her flesh in their bodies linking them to her.
"Crimson?!" Sylvaine who was ready to send another dose of electricity paused as her hair stood on ends. The entire facility blared with alarms, red lights filling their peripheral. Some looked around with bewilderment. Sifting through her tablet, she saw all of her cameras cut to black.
"I think that we should cut this short." Showing the royal family out, Crimson finally spoke up. "Wait! You can't leave so soon, you just got here." Her tone bore a chilling edge to it, making their breathes shallow. Before taking another step, the entire room was swallowed with darkness.
"Arghh!!" A scream filled the room, those who dared to use their malcore felt a sharp mind numbing pang of pain claim their bodies. Be it the king or Sylvaine who fell to the floor. When the lights came back on, she grit her teeth as she saw the figure crouching above her.
"Lady Sylvaine, you know at first I wanted to make sure that you experienced a new level of pain your mind couldn't comprehend but as time went on, I realized something. That you're not worth the effort of torture. What are you after all at the end of it all, a mere mortal in front of something you dared to poke at."
"I'll make it quick." Harvesting her own blood, she made an anvil that squarely landed on Sylvaine's head claiming her life. The rest wanted to scream, retaliate or at the very least run away but there they were, writhing on the ground like helpless worms. She looked at them all, her face tilting to the side wondering what to to with them.
*Snap*
Their deaths were quick and painless but it wasn't just them, the deaths came to way more people. Every single organism that had been injected with her flesh perished as the burst like a bubble. Mass of flesh and blood coating the halls of the faculty and the elven kingdom as well.
The majority of their military came to an end, high profile individuals dying in the dead of night. And with that screams trailed filling the elven kingdom with metal and wails. However despite the carnage that unfolded above, Crimson squinted her eyes at the ripple in space.
A figure emerged, it's taste of black making her reminisce Solon. It was Guinevere, her body perfectly poised and each stride hinting class. "You're Crimson, one of his three." Her tone resembled his, lacking it's playfulness and laced with indifference. "Who are you?"
She quizzed, still skeptical of the lady that showed up out of nowhere. She could already tell that she was way more powerful than her, possibly in Solon's league. "Some horror made his toy like you. Entertainment he muses." Her eyes dead, her voice flat as her black dressed remained dead still like the air around her.
Everything about her felt wrong, as if she was on the wrong side of reality, a being that was never meant to be. "Then why are you here?" She gave a sigh and without explanation the two dissappeared from the faculty.
Alarms blared, blood coating the halls and floor. The two culprits of this now gone without a trace.
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[{High profile individuals including the king found dead}]
Opening his phone, Jarren blankly scrolled through it looking at the fiber details of it all. It spoke about the sudden death of his Majesty and all of the high profile individuals in the elven society. A few would have been considered targeting but the scale was way too large for that, it felt more like a war.
It was a day prior to the last trial taking place, his leisure spent mostly in his room with few exceptions of walking around the academy. By now rumors about him and Callista making out had spread like wildfire. His interest similar to Callista was abysmal in the matter.
Stepping out of his room, he looked around before making his way down the halls and out of the dormitory. Serrant had fallen silent, Jovien was off radar to begin with. However today he had a specific destination in mind.
*Ring*
"Who is it?" Veriyal lazily inquired through the receiver as she sat down. As an instructor she still had to focus on the other students as well. "It's a student of yours, I've already allowed him to come to your office." The receptionist ended the call leaving Veriyal flustered.
*Knock-Knock-Knock*
Her door croaked, puzzled with who her student was she allowed them in. "Yes you may come in." Her eyes glued to the door. The look on her face turned into one of horror as she saw Jarren walk in. She wasn't sure as to why this monster of a student had bothered with her.
"Veriyal, it's been a while since we last talked." His tone casual as he welcomed himself to a seat. Gritting her teeth, she could only ask. "What is it Jarren that you wish for me? To humiliate me more or information ?" With the investigations going on about him, she was convinced that hIs purpose was one of the two.
"Correct as always however it's the former, with Callista busy with her training, I can't help but feel so lonely and it was then that I recalled of you." His grin stretching ear to ear making her shudder. "What do I have to do to get out of your game Jarren?" Her voice laced with bitterness and resentment.
Enjoying the look on her face, he went on. "Well it's something that I myself have been working on. All you have do to is control yourself in a match against me. Win and I leave, lose and well, you can imagine what will happen." She looked at his face, her suspicion growing with each passing second.
The deal felt way too easy for her thus she knew that there had to be a twist to it. She was familiar with how cynical he was. "What's the catch to it?" I don't think that it would be so easy for you to let me go like that." Stretching his hand out, a snap of his fingers followed.
"With the development of technology, it's a miracle with what can be concocted to help with our needs." On her desk were two questionable toys. One resembling something she dreaded and the other a string of beads. "What is this?" A look of irritance showing on her face.
"Oh this, something to help you with your spiraling lust. So undress and equip it." A deep long sigh escaped her lips, however recalling the evidence he had on her she found herself forced to comply. Undoing her skirt, it fell to the floor before dropping her white panties.
"Come on, there's no shame with that. Bring your pussy over here. I'll do it myself." A glyph formed at his feet, his shadow forming a being similar to his before taking his phone and recording the scene. She nervously sat on her desk, her crotch in full display of the phone.
He pussy came to light, a light bush on her womb that made him smile. He first started with the pink dildo, it's girth and length definitely make one pause in contemplation. Silently executing orders, the shadow drew the phone nearer to her crotch filming the scene.
Jarren wore a relaxed smile. "Just relax and thank the fallen world for this kind of technology." He started with teasing her folds before delving the piece plastic in her cove. A light streak of crimson dripped onto the table the deeper he dove it in. She broke into whimpers, her entire body shuddering before he fully inserted it.
Done with that he ordered her to switch to all fours on her own table. Adhering, he took the string of black beads and shoved them in her asshole. "Nnngghh~~" Her pitiful soft moans echoed through the room. "Veriyal, you can't be moaning while at work. Keep your voice down."
A playful taunt on his end as he kept on shoving each bead till he was done. "We're done, you can put your clothes back on." His shadow melted back handing him his phone. Veriyal scrambled to don her attire however Jarren was far from done with her. "Now with that out of the way, we can commence our battle."
Rising to his feet, he towered behind her pulling her chair back. "Come on, we don't have all day to be dallying about."