In the Master's bedroom where a cold winter's wind lulled to sleep a pair of monsters, Iris's ear twitched at the gentle rumble coming from the petite girl glued to her chest.
The guardian of this clingy parasite opened her purple eyes and habitually pulled the sleeping doll closer. Flashes of purple light shined through the gap between their bodies as Kia's crystal reacted to the warm touch.
"Such a maiden." Iris said to herself as she watched the necromancer squirm and shudder still experiencing the afterglow of her punishment.
The pale girl seemed not too eager to wake up any time soon but unfortunately for the Tyrant, the surface world never stopped and after a period of trying to burry her head deeper between the two soft pillows on Iris's chest, Kia's dual-coloured eyes groggily opened.
"You can go back to sleep." Iris tempted the mage who responded by puffing her cheeks into a small pout.
"Can't." She answered closing her eyes and murmuring angrily in the direction of the window.
The energetic elf lay her hand on the fair doll's face, exploring it. Listening to the intrusive thoughts, Iris stuck her finger into Kia's mouth exposing the pearly teeth. A finger sticking out of her mouth, the confused ancient timidly stared at the taller undead who seemed to receive much joy in what she was doing.
"Kia, did I ever tell you that you're cute?"
"I 'ink so."
"Such a pity, I now lack words to describe you." The amused risen whispered into Kia's ear. Oddly the delicate doll began to rub her forehead on Iris's chest inviting a retaliation to come.
Iris's two fingers pressed against Kia's soft flesh on her pelvis, making the mage let out an embarrassing moan shortly intermixed with a painful reminder of her muscles' poor stamina.
"Does your joints hurt from yesterday?" Hearing the spoil on her angelic song, Iris pulled back.
"Yesterrrday?" The white angel purred out.
"Yesterday," Iris brought her face in front of her little kitten, her hand gently resting against her stomach which drove the legs of the ancient to a rubbing frenzy. "How was it~" She asked playfully.
"How was what?" The ancient responded trying to understand her creation's question. "Oh no..."
Like a thunder to Iris's perfect world, a tear in the corner of Kia's golden eye put everything to a torch.
"I forgot again, it's so hazy" The undead mage covered her face in shame, hiding the fairest of sights the poor elf had ever seen. "Iris, I didn't want to forget. I tried not to forget."
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"Kia, Kia, shhhh," Through the bed's fabric, a dark mist began to seep out and cling to the two undead like resin to insects.
The tendrils which Iris had seen rip people apart gently began to swallow Kia's naked form with utmost patience, each little piece of her handled like a fragile crown jewel. Nothing could be further from how the darkness began to consume the tall harbinger. The shadows flayed and rippled violently around her, rising ever higher before falling like fallen trees on Iris's body. The elf couldn't feel the rippling tentacles around her which upon touching her shrunk as if touching a fire. Regardless the shadows continued to try to cover her. Yet, her mind holding calm through the assault couldn't decide if the shadows were violent towards her or if they were desperately trying to get as close to her as possible. Reaching her hand past the wall of shadow, Iris grabbed her creator and pulled her closer. All and any stimulation from the outside world was drowned out by a wave of cold powerful enough to grow a layer of ice on everything around Kia.
"Kia, please calm down. Do it for me."
Iris locked her arms around the girl who began to breathe heavily in a rather unnatural way, her chest appearing to vibrate from the task no living being could achieve. Just as Kia seemed to have calmed down, the mage ripped herself away from the risen. Iris saw a flash of white before her precognition activated. In an instant she found herself, yanking her head away from pearly white fangs.
"Kia!" The elf's palm met with the necromancer's cheek and she pushed down forcing the girl's face into the pillow. "I'm not allowing you to drink my blood." She swiped the girl's hand away and raised her voice slightly above her normal tone.
"For you... I'm trying to calm down Iris," A muffled voice gripped the elf's non-existent heart and she instantly let go but the would-be vampire stayed still. "I don't know any other way."
"Dear... do as I say and do not say anything until I let you," Iris ordered the crying girl who looked like a remorseful convict convinced of their never-changing nature. "Focus and listen." She guided the girl's hand toward her chest letting her slowly lean her entire body forward and rest her head against the warm-blood-filled flesh.
With one hand the risen caressed the raven-black hair of her fellow undead while the other one rested on the the purple crystal strangling the light under her palm, making sure as little things could distract the girl struggling with her own mind.
"May the Gor take them." The elf mouthed as the toll of a bell shook the silence she had so tenderly cared for.
In her hands, Kia had fallen asleep with an ear pressed against her chest. The frost which had appeared had melted into puddles of water, far too eager soaked up by the bed Iris was sitting on.
I needed to change it regardless.
Her inner maid told her.
Her eyes travelled downwards onto the bare statue in her hands. The mist had calmed down and was simply flowing down the bed like a waterfall. She worried about the nature of the mist and about any unforeseen complication of having it pooled like it did inside their room but before she could do anything she needed to ensure Kia's safety.
The undead hoplite wasn't a mage and magic to her was an incomprehensible force only the System knew the limits of. But she found it strange what Kia was loosing. She felt angry at whatever was messing with her ward's memory. It wasn't even her inner hunter eager to brutalise the thing making her kitten forget her efforts to claim her. The bulk of her fury was at the fact that she herself would have killed without a second thought to keep each and every memory of Kia and seeing the ancient, deity to an entire civilisation also care about her memories with her and the pain she saw on Kia's face brought the stoic guardian to tears.
Having time to think about the situation, Iris could have accepted the situation if Kia's race prevented her from enjoying living's pleasures. It would have been a simple fact of Kia's existence which the elf couldn't do anything about. Yet something didn't feel right. She could see that the girl's doll-like body was still experiencing the afterglow of her conquer which meant whatever caused Kia to cry resided inside of her mind.
As the bell toll began to die down and the Harbinger dwelled further into her thoughts, the smaller raven stirred to life.
"Did you calmed down?"
"..." The angel in her hands stared at her. "I did a bad thing, made you angry even if you said you never get angry at me."
“My Sun and Star why are you speaking for my emotions?" Iris asked and saw that she played her hand wrong as the girl looked to be on the verge of tears after being confronted. "Kiayicu the mind is a sharp blade. Do not, point its point inwards. It really hurts my heart when you get so upset.”
"...You don't have a heart," Kia answered, her voice resembling that of a lecturer. "Why are you smiling like this?"
"I love it when you are yourself." Iris answered, pulling the clearly tired girl away from the memory topic, for some time at least.
"I have a feeling you're calling me stupid." The raven furrowed her brows in a strange task of mirroring the hoplite from just a moment ago.
"Are you calling yourself stupid?" With a quick peck and the necromancer turned into a fiercest feline which continuously let out a deep purr warning the elf to stay away.