Cloaked woman: come with me, Phillux
In this situation, I would tell you that my parents used to warn me to not follow suspicious looking strangers; especially the kind that would murder a bunch of people in cold blood right in front of me.
I would indeed tell you so . . . in an alternate timeline in which I had such a vanilla flavored childhood, where my parents would not actually sell me to one of those strangers . . . for a mere discount ticket from the local Wal-Mart.
So, unfortunately, the only thing I can affirm is that I didn’t follow that classic advise, and decided to let my libido formulate the answers, for that mysterious woman, even when covered by a shady brown cloak , still managed making me qualify her as being *hot*
Me: sure, why not.
Cloaked woman: . . . alright then.
Without any warning, she swiftly grabs me between her left arm and left ribcage, bending her lower arm inside in order to get a good grab out of me, as if I am some dead carcass she’d carry after a successful hunt.
She then proceeds where the massacre (she was the producer of) had taken place, looking for a fine steed that would be able to carry both of us without having its speed suffer. (She managed to neutralize the unit without killing the horses, which shows the extent of her skills)
Even though there is one standing right next to us, She doesn’t bother using the apathetic looking horse that squadron leader once rode, not because the creature didn’t show any reaction even after watching its master’s instant decapitation, (I don t think it is capable of demonstrating much emotions anyways . . .), but because the creature is heavily cladded, and not only would it slow her down, but it would also attract unwanted attention.
After finding and mounting a brown one that met her preferences, she lets go of me, seating me in front of her, as I am quite small and almost weightless, thus the robust beast showing no problem being mounted by two persons at once (hahahahah……)
Her hands now free, she grabs its leash and vivaciously swings it, which make the horse accelerate after dramatically hissing in rearing in response.
We ride to the north, back where the main building is located. I thought that the lab where i have been mutilated was part of the gigantic structure, well guess not. Probably due to safety precaution, after all many dangerous things were experimented there, dangerous things that actually led to the destruction of this facility about 30 minutes ago.
After some time of awkward riding silence, accentuated by this weird situation that I obviously should question the nature of, she says.
Cloaked woman: you are . . . calmer about it than I thought.
Me: hum really?
Cloaked woman: . . . I just killed a dozen people in front of you.
Me: what about it?
Cloaked woman: are you not . . . scared of me?
Well. For a moment I was a little frightened, but it was mostly due to the threatening aura I somehow felt emitting from her when she beheaded that funny elf. When she suppressed it, my usual apathetic behavior quickly took over.
Me: why would I be scared of my gorgeous looking savior? You did that in order to rescue me right? I see no point in fearing you.
Cloaked woman: . . . I see
A short moment of silence follows after my flirting attempt miserably fails. Oh well. At least I got to feel the side of her fine bosom when she grabbed me, and in my account, that is a win.
Me: so . . . where are you taking me again?
Cloaked woman: . . .
So she is one of them . . . the silent type.
Even though I myself More or less belong to that category; I find this kind of people annoying, since their silence gives me little entertainment to amuse myself to. And yes, I believe that every sentient being in existence ultimate purpose is to entertain the mighty and honorable me.
Anyone who dares to not meet my expectation shall experience the wrath of my sexual harassments!
Me: nice pair of tits you got there, by the way.
The moment I say those vulgarities intended to spark a reaction out of her that would put her into embarrassment, I feel a sharp cold chill run down my spine. . . she once again let our her murderous aura: and not unintentionally this time, since I can feel it directed at me.
Cloaked woman: don t be vulgar to your senior, child.
What s with that murderous aura? What kind of intensity is that? The first few times I felt it, I thought it was just the result of delusional feelings based on my unique situation, but now I am certain that thing is real, and dreadful as hell. . .
I mean, I am immortal and can’t even feel pain, yet my body is reacting to an imminent threat, even when it stayed unalarmed while that crazy dark elf pointed a devastating destruction spell right in front of my face. . .
She is not turning it down. . . I start sweating . . . I get more scared and scared in a scale of seconds. Is she actually capable of killing me? I shouldn’t take risk and say the appropriate word to calm her wrath . . . but I can’t think of anything.
As the result of the accumulated stress, A primitive instinct, a form of communication every children have in order share their frustration, pain, or dissatisfaction to their predecessors, suddenly takes over me : tears start flowing out of my eyes.
Me: buhuuuhuu. . . I am sowwwyy. . . Don t kiwwww me. . .
As I use my wrist in order to hide my tears, I start crying . . . a grown ass man of over 50 years old crying like a baby . . . great.
Cloaked woman: wait . . . don t cry. . . I won’t kill you. . .
Felling guilty of what she could have possibly done to scare me to this extent, she awkwardly, yet gently rubs and pats my head in a worried manner, hoping that it would comfort me : and just like how parents comfort their child after scolding them, it works
Cloaked woman: good boy . . . good boy . .
After being lectured by someone probably younger than me and Ashamed of my lack of virility, i sniff in the tears that are now rolling down from my nostrils, and ask in a bashful and apologetic way.
Me: sniff . . . what the hell was that anyway?
Cloaked woman: what was what?
Me: the reason I am pathetically crying right now of course . . . that creepy aura you keep emitting for some reason . . .
Upon hearing me mentioning the word *aura* , the blue eerie light of her eyes lowly sparks, interpreting a surprised and disbelieving expression, that would have been displayed to me if her face was not hidden by the shadow casted by the twin moon over her cowl.
Cloaked woman: unbelievable . . . you can . . . feel it?
Doubtful of my ability to feel whatever the hell *it*is, she once again intentionally lets out a small portion of this weird invisible force, from her patting palm directly to my head. She immediately stop the process once she witness my sudden spams, caused by this unwarned assault
Cloaked woman: no way . . . you shouldn’t be able to feel it. You are human after all. . .
What? It is something that can’t be felt when you are a human being? A spiritless . . . wait was this thing some kind of magic all along? Now that I think about it, it’s kind of obvious . . . but wait, shouldn’t that be impossible? My stats windows clearly said that I have 0 points in intelligence, wisdom and spirit . . . was it a lie? No it can’t be: if it was a lie would be long dead by now. . .
Cloaked woman: no wonder you were so frightened a moment ago . . . only responding to my aura would explain it.
Me: hummm. . . Care to explain what is that aura thing?
Cloaked woman: Patience Phillux. We reached our destination. I will tell you everything once we enter my private quarters.
After 5 minutes of galloping, we reach the steps of the main entrance, protected by overly decorated walls and fences reaching the height of 10 meters. At that point, I Expected miss silent terror to halt her course and get off the horned brown horse, but instead, without failing the expectation of the nickname I just entitled her of, she simply grabs me again, stands up on the horse and jumps over the fences, does two flips midair before gently landing right in front of the main gate . . . like a true shinobi.
That powerful yet elegant display of agility would surely have been fascinating watch, of course if I wasn’t swirled in all direction during the process. I am a surprised I didn’t actually throw up midair though . . . wonder if this is the result of having infinite health, which gave me a stomach made of steel, or the simple result of having nothing inside to come out to begin with.
Without letting me go of her grip, she slowly put her hand on the surface of that grandiose looking gate, which was about 5 time her larger and wider than her. Soon the gate start emitting a blue light that intensifies as it travels from her palm to her body and from her body to me. Now, as we shine as brightly as the gate, my vision slowly fades in blue. . .
I instinctively close my eyes, and upon re-opening them I notice that there is no gate in from of me, but instead a dignified and solemn room, that looked similar to the dining hall I was previously tortured in, but instead of a round dining table in the middle, there stood a gigantic blue bed worthy of a princess coming from a Disney movie.
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Me: . . . what the hell just happened . . .?
Cloaked woman: teleportation magic . . . we are now inside my private quarters.
Me: hummm couldn’t you have just used to door-way?
The moment I give this possibility, I hear a swarm of metallic sounds hitting the floor successively, which simulated people, probably guards, running in hurry. One them, passing by the room, bang at the door frantically and scream in a worried manner.
Trusting my ability to logical thinking, she simply stares at me while staying silent, assuming I got my answer and understood why we didn’t just stroll through the hallway until there.
Guard: princess! Princess Aglareth! Are you alright!!!
Staying unalarmed, she calmly answers
Aglareth: I am fine . . . Do not worry about me. . . I will stay here . . . Don T waste time here and haste to scout the area where that explosion came from. . .
Guard: But princess . . . we might be under attack! Your life might be threatened. . .
Aglareth: . . . are you arguing with me?
She says, while letting out a faint hint of dark aura (that’s how I am going to call it from now on) to the worried guard. Frightened like me, as his/her (I am not sure about the gender of this individual, since his/her tone of voice is has an androgynous nature) heart skips a beat by this sudden threat to his/her life.
Guard: I … I am sorry my Glorious princess! I wouldn’t t dare to defy your commands! I will carry on then . . .
He/she says as he runs away from here.
We stay still for a moment, waiting for the rumbling in the hallways to calm down. After the noise finally dies out, I let a sigh; not one that would show relief, but one that demonstrate annoyance, over that fact that she was still grabbing me like a sack of potatoes the whole time.
Me: hummm. . . Can you let me go already princess?
Aglareth: ha . . . sorry . . .
Surprising herself that I was still trapped by her clutch, she hurries to seat me on her large bed, handling with care like some broken doll. . . (I wish she would have done that from the beginning)
When she notice my satisfaction, she takes a step back and breath in in order to start explaining the course of her actions, but she suddenly stops, as if she overlooked an important detail. She asks:
Aglareth: wait . . . why are you not surprised?
Me: about what?
Aglareth: that . . . I am the first princess . . . !
Me: yea. . . I kind of knew that from the beginning.
Aglareth: but . . . how?
Me: the flags of course. You rose to many of them.
Aglareth: w . . . what?
Me: Meh don t don t worry about it. . . that stuff makes no sense anyways. . . thinks of them as the forfeit of “unforeseen” over its nemesis “predictable”
Aglareth: ha. . . I understand. . .
Me: what? You actually do? Weird, the flags told me otherwise . . .
Amazed that the subject of her conversation managed to get off by a tangent to such an extent, she can’t help but display a small smirk.
She then use this short moment of euphoria to undress her cowl and cloak, revealing the gorgeous looking blond haired elf with cold and deep blue eyes, still dressed In that lacy green royal coat and the short black spat that awoke a hidden fetish inside me this morning.
Aglareth: . . . you really have changed Phillux . . . you hardly spoke a word, even to Algix your best friend.
As I review the memories the alpha Phillux had before the homeless me hijacked into his soul, her claims about my almost inexistent eloquence were not false accusation, since I talked so little that people once thought that I was mute. . .
Me: true . . . wait now that I think about it, didn’t you rescue Algix too?
I don t know if she is not simply abducting children rather than actually rescuing us, but the latter would make more sense, so I guessed it was the case.
Aglareth: i did, but . . .
As we tackle into Algix case, the rare wry smile she bore for less than a minute slowly disappears as if it had never happened to begin with, replaced by her usual cold expression, but this time emphasized by apologetic and regretful eyes.
Aglareth: Algix. . . Was afraid of me.
Me: humm?
Aglareth: well. . Afraid would be an understatement . . . he had developed a traumatism toward my race . . . the elven race.
She makes a short pause, as if expecting some sort of response from me. But as I stay placid and unflustered, she continues.
Aglareth: the poor child s heart couldn’t bear the suffering of numerous tortures session without the hope that one day his dreams will be accomplished, that one day he will be free . . .
Me: dreams crushed by your lovely younger siblings some hours ago . . . how tragic. . .
Aglareth: . . . He was in a truly pitiable state when I broke into your cages in order to rescue him . . . upon seeing my face, that shares many similarities with my younger sister, a terrified look suddenly covered his face . .
Me: . .
Aglareth: he ran to the corner, started crying , screaming , begging for mercy, as if the incarnation of terror was in front of him . . . When I tried to approach him, his heart gave in to the dread, and stopped. . .
Me: . . . So he died from a cardiac arrest?
Sinking in remorse and guilt, she clenches her fist and teeth, while avoiding to my face, a face that she probably thinks is accusing her for Algix’s demise, when the truth is it simply displayed my boredom over the whole situation. . .
Aglareth: . . . I . . . I am sorry . . . if only I had come sooner. . .
Me: humm . . . couldn’t you have just used some healing magic or something?
Aglareth: I would have, but i have no affinity to healing magic. . .
So there are different kinds of magic in this word humm. . . Interesting . . . if I want to have some fun messing with people as I bring havoc to their environment, I should cultivate myself more into this alien subject. Well I might not even find the need to do such time consuming tasks, since I have my cheat-codes hahahahah . . .
Wait . . . now that I think about it . . . I haven t even explored the full capabilities of theses cheat codes yet I am still listening to that princess boring drama?? What the hell am I am doing?
Me: so . . . can I go now?
Shocked by my lack of concern toward the death of my “best friend”, she raises the tone of her voice and angrily says
Aglareth: How can you . . . be so cold! He was like a brother to you! You should be crying right now . . . or seek revenge!
What the hell?? I am in the wrong now? I don t even remember thinking of him as a brother . . . well the past Phillux did, but not the new one! The “me” right now doesn’t care if some annoying brat just passed away. . . . Things do not always end like in a Disney movie where everyone lives happily ever after. Reality is a lot harsher than that. Everyday tons of innocent children die in horrible conditions and no one gives a shit about them. So why should I?
Annoyed by her sudden emotional outbreaks, I loudly retort
Me: hey don t blame me! If you didn’t want it to end up this way you should have come to our rescue instead of just watching us getting tortured!
As I remind her of her sins, her face goes back to that apologetic expression, ashamed of blaming me for her lack of judgment . . . and depressed by how years of pain turned me into such a heartless and cold individual. Of course that is what she thinks, and this will always stay a thought, for I flatter myself to be a kind hearted and selfless individual.
Aglareth: . . . .
Me: . . .
We both do not know what to say to each others. A painful moment of silence follows.
During this moment, I reflect upon my track of actions. . . . And I feel slightly bad for what I have just done.
Sure I hate kids, but Algix was special since he kinds of gave the old Phillux a meaning to life. If it wasn’t for his existence, the old “me” would have probably died from despair, or just committed suicide . . . In a sense, I own him my life. . .
In addition to that, I am somewhat a little responsible for his traumatism; since I gave him too much hope . . . I am the one who told him that we could be free, and flow in the sky like dragons. . . That sadistic second princess used that hope in order to break his mind . . . and once a mind is broken, the body quickly follows.
But there is nothing I can do about it anymore. The poor lad is already dead . . .
Wait . . . there is something I can do! How about I revive him by using my cheat codes! Not only will it prove that my self-praise about me being a kind hearted and selfless individual is not simply due to my narcissistic nature, but it will also give me the opportunity to test the extent of my new ability!
Once I finish making up my mind, I break the silent by letting out a quitting sigh. Noticing that the atmosphere around me changed, she gives me a perplexed look. As I get her attention back, I smile wryly as I say.
Me: How about we bring him back to life?