Leaning with my back against the balcony, my breath slowed feeling Rias’s cold finger glide across my thigh. Disregarding the world Rias shifted the position of her hand towards the middle of my body and between my thighs. As her fingers ran across the thin lace, a sudden moan escaped my mouth, Rias smiled with a devilish grin just out of sight from the balcony doors, she bent down on the soft red carpet. A sudden jolt of a nerve ran through my entire body. my legs nearly gave out from the pleasure of Rias beginning to work her tongue.
“Fuck… I want more.” Slightly embarrassed I held Rias’s head whilst covering my face with the other hand my face beet red, as she moved her tongue I began to moan louder and louder. Slowly rias picked up her pace, gradually becoming more of an expert. My breath became less paced filled with moans of pleasure, I could feel my mind becoming blank only hearing the fireworks and the wet noise made by Rias’s tongue. ‘I fuc-fuckin lo-love…’ I couldn’t even finish my thought whilst feeling so good.
“I'm gonna cu-.” I didn’t finish my words feeling the sensation of what it felt when I was alone. Rias however didn’t stop and carried on going not giving me a second to try and compose myself. Not that I minded as I was enjoying this wanting to go on until I couldn't walk now or in the morning. As my legs gave out I landed on a red sofa of some kind, a second after I grabbed Rias’s wrist and pulled her to me. Rias in her haste stopped herself with mere millimetres between us, I didn’t have time to think placing my arms around her and pulling her closer. My tongue wrapped around hers.
“It seems we’ll have to continue this later… It seems everyone is wondering where we are.”
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As the night went on merchants and nobles alike laughed their hearts out bellies’ fat on wine. As it so happened a lot of the human rulers and eldritch were completely out of it but I didn't interrupt them as they were fine, some of us however could not get drunk. Myself, Rias and Orin chief among them not to mention since I lost the ability to get drunk, I fell out of love with the entire concept of drinking this is probably coupled with the fact that I'm not really a drinking person to begin with. As hera, I loved drinking my heart out thinking that if I'm not gonna wake up tomorrow might as well do something I enjoy.
Being in the throne room reminded me of an old event that crosses my mind from time to time, the blood bath of Onyx gate. It was the last battle against the phoenixes in a war that lasted for maybe two decades of constant fighting, in celebration of the coming end a large banquet was held little did I know most of my top knights would die from poison. When the cause was found I hunted every single god race at the onyx gate, the rivers ran crimson earning me the name crown splitter. In the days after I happened to meet Artura traveling with a small dragon who accompanied her.
“Rias what you are thinking about?” Orin sat beside me holding three drinks, a very strong mead that would make even a prima instantly drunk. Rias didn’t answer only her anger was pouring seeing someone talking to Corvus and Menorah, her anger was directed at a blue-eyed redhead covered in what seemed to be marks of a slaver. Most would know her as the Valkyrie queen only by her looks being outlined through her countless exploits, all who knew her call her Six. Rias called her differently, Nave the person who killed her. Rias realising probably everyone could feel her anger, she instantly calmed down, chugging the mead knowing it did not affect her.
“It’s worrying… we are surrounded by your enemies, yet you aren’t even fazed by this are you?” looking forward I blankly stared at Oryan who held his hand in front of his chest, Orin was trying his hardest to keep himself from punching Oryan’s heart out of his chest. Rias looked at Oryan with a passing glance, Oryan felt unease from her. Oryan grabbing Orin’s attention said a few things he shouldn’t have done, which in turn made Orin nearly try and break Oryan’s face but fell short being stopped by Rias.
“You fucking…”
“What a bit scared that someone might see you for who you are… Orin ancormon. Look around you… not even Sif will help you.” Oryan was trying his best to pry into Orin’s fear of being alone and being laughed at which he’s had since he was a child. “Go on do it… punch me or are you going to stand there looking like a coward… no. bummer I'd hate to see this from your father’s eyes how disappointed he’d be.” That was the final straw and Orin’s expression faltered from anger to sadness to showing a brutal weakness. He stumbled back onto the floor. I felt sorry for Orin.
Though I didn’t know him well, I knew a little about his past before he became what he was. Orin grew up with a very sick mother and younger siblings who he cared for dearly, though his father was strict in terms of training he still dearly loved his father. After his mother’s death changed that, and Orin became the shield to protect his younger siblings from his father. Orin was abused through violence mentally and physically making his mental barrier weak something Oryan played into.
Before I could move Artoria was at Orin’s side with Redeemer. They both looked angry at Oryan who just stood there laughing soon those who were sober joined in laughing at Orin.
“The emperor of Pthulminth is weak. Still a child it seems… wanting love from his father who never loved him.” Oryan continued to laugh even directly facing Orin’s daughter who looked down in shame not wanting to face her father, someone she didn’t love because she even thought he was weak. The room fell silent when Rias spoke her tone wasn’t cheerful like her speech, it was cold not mention everyone could tell that if they said a thing they would die.
“Your like children on a playground… just bullies who have nothing better to do than be a bunch of fucking arseholes. After everything he’s done, this is how you act really? Standing there laughing because he’s on the floor like a broken man trying his hardest to hide. To seem strong… don’t look ashamed especially you Morgan none of you have ever reached out to help him because why?” the room was silent still hearing Rias’s tone become even colder. “Nothing really? I’m not surprised. I'm saying this only once. None of you laughing know what it is like to be abused in any fashion because you were all handed everything on a silver platter.” Murmurs rang out even some raised their voices only receiving harsh looks from either myself or Rias.
“Silence and murmurs is that all we get as an answer?” I spoke turning from looking at Orin who began to stand to face everyone in the room, I spoke not just for myself but for Orin, Artoria, Rias even those who couldn’t speak up or have no voice of their own. “Do you know what it's like to be verbally abused to be called every name under the sun because of your heritage, your genetics? Do you know what it is like to feel some form of hate because of your preferred taste in people or other things what about how you look? No? nothing? What about being violently abused by family or friends… of course you don’t because you never felt that burning or seen the aftermath of scars.” I took one look around the room. All the nobles tucked into themselves.
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My father looked at me proud seeing me speak up for those, though he didn’t have the courage he did try at his best. “I have the scars and burns! So does Artoria! Orin! Elinore, we have them! Rias does but none of you care because you are sitting on your high horses feeling proud about the achievements handed to you.” The room was silent just as Wolfgar began to speak yet stopping when Artoria spoke up addressing everyone.
“Do you know what it feels like to be pulled through the mud or kicked the ten bells out of? Do any of you know what it's like to be held down and cut or tortured for someone’s sick fascination no?” Artoria looking at everyone nodded to me and then to Rias taking a breath she spoke up again.
“You look at Orin thinking he is weak because he wanted to be loved by his father even though he was being abused, I'd imagine that Orin even shielded his family from that pain as well. However, I see a man who was strong enough to care for his siblings to shield them from his brutal reality. Even if that meant being abused in every way.”
“Regardless he is weak… that pain is nothing,” Wolfgar spoke, knowing his words perfectly I spoke up in defense of myself and everyone I saw as friends and family, Wolfgar may think we might be devaluing Orin’s pain with our own like how I and Rias have been through the same. Yet it didn’t lessen Orin’s own pain.
“Wolfgar… Do you how it feels to be Raped? To be pinned down against your will… no ability to fight back even if you try it means nothing. Of course, you don’t… do you know how hard it is to talk about such things? No, you don’t. I know how it feels so does Rias and Orin… I was nearly raped by Prince Imra multiple times.” The quiet room became so dead in audible noise that I could hear every heartbeat quicken to a raging thump. Imra froze, still hearing his name even after receiving looks, and made his heart sink into unknown depths.
“I am not trying to lessen someone’s pain by saying this, but I want to point out that Imra has done some foul things. For example, he nearly raped me on multiple occasions and attempts to do the same with every noble’s daughter he finds even maids to the point he either kills them from boredom or drives them to kill themselves.” My words began to resonate throughout the entire room making Imra more hated than he already was, I further went on to outline things that have occurred to us all, to spread awareness but a lot of it will go unnoticed.
“You all should realize something by now… in Numena actions speak louder than words. I'll say this now before everyone because Oryan has insulted not just Orin but many people even under my reign a price must be paid.” Oryan looked at Rias as she spoke hearing a fizzling pop of Evangelion just appear in Rias’s hand. Rias began a history of both the Eldritch and Numena whilst still keeping everyone’s focus on the abuse. “Long ago the eldritch descended upon every realm and did horrible things, they believed their actions were just as ‘higher’ beings however they didn’t account for a lot. There was a girl no older than fifteen who was saved by a boy of the same age, together they fought side by side but at the end. The girl died in the arms of the other and his last words shook the eldritch to their core.” Rias through hints was outlining her past with Orin.
“A price must be paid in blood. The boy hunted the eldritch to the edges of every realm with one goal in mind remembering all the abuse, bullying and hate they had been through. He was going to make the eldritch suffer as revenge. He got his revenge then he disappeared never to be seen again. What I'm trying to say is, for insulting my friend and laughing at his pain, you must pay a price. Oryan give me your right index.” Oryan stumbled for words as Rias stepped closer swinging her glaive, so the blade was upright. It was rather imitating to see a six-foot weapon scare the king of the eldritch gods.
Oryan gulped. His heartbeat quickened and before Rias could take the finger, I held her wrist with a firm grip. Shaking my head showed I didn’t want it happening here and well these people have been through enough today already by what we’ve said. I could tell from the looks on their faces from the sunken expressions to the absolute shock of hearing what they did. Morgan stood in the corner beside Hope who was in absolute shock.
“Mhm… your right. That’s enough for today. I'll blame myself on part for making a scene, you can all leave now aside from Oryan and a few others.” It didn’t take long for everyone to shuffle out of the throne room leaving a few behind such as myself, Orin who was currently not in the right state of mind. Artoria and Redeemer still doing their best, the grand commanders keeping their cool even though they want to take off Oryan’s head. Six stayed behind now standing beside Oryan who was standing directly in the middle of the throne room.
“So is this how you treat guests… it’s great fun to think that all this began when you died by my hand.” Rias began to laugh upon hearing Six’s words. I wasn’t used to hearing Rias’s manic laughter as she was right now. Both Six and Oryan took a step back flinching. “You talk about everything mental-wise and abuse… all that but look at you, you look fine.” That comment was close to throwing Rias off the edge, Six was lucky that she wasn’t struck by Evangelion but Rias’s cold iron fist straight to the jaw.
“Is that what you think? That’s not how it works you absolute fuck face… I might look fine but in my head is just a traumatic mess of what I’ve been through. Just think from my perspective having multiple memories and lives. Marin, Sif, artura and this life not to mention more lives I've had but can’t remember, I have millions of years of trauma inside my head… How fuck would I be fine?!” Rias screamed gripping six by the shoulder and staring into her eyes so Six could stare into those hollow golden eyes. Somehow it hadn’t occurred to them that Rias remembers everything and it either comes in droves or all at once.
Everything got flipped on its head almost instantly thanks to Six not knowing when to keep her mouth shut which wasn’t helped by Oryan who encouraged it. Trying my best to calm Rias down I caught the gaze of my grandmother who didn’t look happy not that I actually cared as she was the whole reason I was cursed. Six tried to play into this by attempting to cause strife between me and Rias.
“Choose your next words carefully Valkyrie… your master has already insulted a friend, if you join in on his ‘fun’ I’ll make you remember what I did to your beloved dragon.” Six stopped for a second formulating an answer no doubt remembering the fight I had with her and her dragon in my life as hera. In that life I came across many beings who were considered to be elders and eldritch, one of them was Six and her dragon. On my way to hunt the eldritch goddess who caused me great pain, I happened to fight Six as a result which caused significant damage to her dragon, burning several layers of scales and blowing off a horn.
The eldritch back then weren’t so consumed by power to do such bold things as they were doing now like showing themselves in public areas, one thing however made certain on my mind. They all refused to use their eldritch forms. Sacred forms only used for the direst of circumstances yet right now it seemed Oryan was incredibly close to using his and so was Six well her true Valkyrie form. Even though Six was considered an eldritch god by the guardians, she cannot use nor hold an eldritch form.
It probably baffled her as technically I could use an eldritch form thanks to the experiments performed on me in my life as hera and the fact I could commune with the deep. Something she was no doubt jealous of. Six looked at me turning her gaze away from Rias, deep hatred shone in her eyes. Not taking my eyes off her watching every person around me, the air grew thick from the red bloody aura of Six. ‘You fucking fool.’ I swore in my head knowing what was about to happen, but I wasn’t going to let Six show her true Valkyrie form.
I saw a small visage of her true Valkyrie form, a seraphim which was a ten-winged angel with a single eye in the centre. Six’s form didn’t fully follow this pattern taking the form of a humanoid covered in eyes with ten wings sprouting from the back all originating from the shoulder region. I wanted to tap into just a small portion of my power to halt Six using hers. The more she continued to exert her aura, slowly Six formed that true Valkyrie form with a grin.
She paused feeling a cold breeze upon the rise of a burning sun. golden chains wrapped around Six’s body pulling her to the ground forcing her to stop using her aura. Looking around, I could see many having a hard time breathing chief among them was Alex who was just a human. The fact she was still alive was a miracle in its own right. Once Alex was able to breathe again without gripping her throat, she reassured us that she was okay. Thankfully the same could be said for Samantha who was breathing steadily but slower than a human’s average thanks to the lingering effect of the weeping still fading from her body.
“Next time I won’t be so… merciful. If you endanger my friends and family again I'll rip out your core.”