They were now, by Agnes’s estimations, an hour away from the dungeon. They had taken another break and were sitting opposite each other. The only reason they had been taking breaks with a walk this short, (At least by Tibaut’s standard. Any distance that was walked instead of ran seemed like a reasonable distance to him) was due to how poor her constitution was. Exercise and Agnes were no friends and this was painfully obvious by how gassed she got when they walked together.
But that was of no concern to her.
“Ah, I can't believe it.” She thought to herself. She felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest.
“I'm not dreaming, right? This is reality right!?”
In reality, they were both sitting down and having a rest. In her mind, however….
The blue-haired filly sat on a throne adorned with blue gemstones. She wore a dress as extravagant as any royalty.
“Hello everyone, Agnes Bufuford here. And I think I've found heaven.” She seemed to be drooling in anticipation as she stared in front of her.
Before she was an image of Tibaut.
“My mother used to say I'd never find the one for me lazing around at home. Tch, as if the bitch thought she had any right talking, considering she had to get an arranged marriage but suppose I'll keep that secret between me and Dad. Regardless I suppose she was onto something. I'd never meet this wonderful specimen if it wasn't for them sending me off. I hope you guys enjoy never seeing your grandchildren. Eh, now that I think about it, kids sound like a pain in the ass.”
She continued staring at Tibaut with a content smile on her face. “Ah, he's perfect. He's too perfect. Does a woman like me truly deserve such a man? Damn right, I do!” She said as she smashed her fist into the armrest of the throne. “I fucking worked for this! Being around these idiots has been driving me insane. Serve your country? Revive our lord? Who gives a damn about all that shit? Why can't our lord revive himself? If he's responsible for humanity's creation then he sure as hell wouldn't want you guys busting my ass for him. I'm a delicate maiden yet they had me digging holes for them to hide in? I swear, those bastards, especially that old smart-ass priest, can go die in a hole.”
She gripped her armrest to the point cracks started forming, just thinking about her time in the cult. “But I prayed and prayed and prayed and my Lord finally pulled through. I got a man that can take me away from this nonsense.”
An angel with flowing blonde hair appeared before her and she gave it a fist bump.
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“Lord Lucifer you aren't so bad, ya know?”
The apparition gave her a thumbs-up before disappearing.
Despite her looks, Agnes was a very, uh, unique person in her mind. From the moment she had joined the cultists, she had been praying, nay, trying to manifest through willpower alone, a man that would take her away from this bullshit and give her the life of comfort she deserved.
“Just look at him. I'd have been fine if he was a 6/10 but he's a solid nine. Plus he's young. Ah, will he take me as is? Or do I need to apply my feminine charms to bring him home?”
She began giggling with an eerie smile when the topic of his virginity came up in her head.
“I'll take it. I don't care if it's gone, when I'm finished with him, and I ask “Who took your virginity”, my name is the only one that's going to come up.” She said. She salivated thinking of the things she could do with him.
During her travels with the other cultists, they would steal books to get a glimpse into the culture of the country they snuck into. There she would discover her vice. Romance and more often, erotic novels. She had always been a fan of romantic novels in her home country but a whole new world opened up to her when she gleaned these erotic novels of foreign lands.
She cleared her throat and scratched the back of her head after she realised what she said.
Her face was as bright as the sun in this world but the bags under her eyes soon returned.
“Okay, maybe that was a bit much. But if anyone can go a bit far with my prince it's obviously me.” She said while blushing. “Hehe, I can finally live out my life like one of those romance protagonists. Hehe, this might just be the start. A chance encounter with a beautiful man? That's usually followed by another suitor being introduced for conflict. Wait, maybe this one of those where I get a whole gallery of men after me. Ah, you'll always be my number Tibaut but I wouldn't be mad if you felt jealous every now and again. Maybe even mad enough to grab my arms and bring me to the bedroom. And then after you throw me on your bed, you'll utter the words “I'll make you my woman, and my woman alo-”
She was startled back to reality when Tibaut tapped her shoulder.
“You good?”
“Uh, y-yeah.” She stuttered. She hid her face as she started blushing remembering all the things she thought about doing with him. “W-w-what’s” she paused and took a few deep breaths.
(“I guess she's still nervous around me. Makes sense considering I killed her buddies.”)
Like a whiteboard, any feelings pertaining to her fallen comrades were wiped clean from her mind.
“What is it?” She asked. (“Why are we standing? And why are my legs sore? Did I go on autopilot during that?”)
“Is that it?” he asked while pointing.
She turned around and gave an audible sigh. (“Ugh, we're here already!? Damn, I was at least hoping to get some action when I slept with him this time around! Uh, I mean…ugh, who am I kidding? I wanted something steamy to happen.”)
Even her internal embarrassment couldn't stop her from admitting this.