Robin’s POV
Who or what taught him how to move like that!? No man should be able to move as graceful as us women!
Can he bend and move like that in his fox form? Must find out!
And what was with the different mannerisms he used before he came back to his senses? It was like he was someone else.
And what did that person mean that Ryan is his innocence? I know he is kind and pure hearted (at least not when he is being an animal at night. ha-ah~), but all things become corrupted over time. Unless the individual sleeping within Ryan is taking a backseat and we are just now seeing a part of him.
Are the moves Ryan just made from him too? I will need to get into the historical libraries on this planet to find out about this emperor person that just awoken. That tidbit of information gives me the creep.
But then again, he had such a mischievous atmosphere in the end that it is hard to grasp how he had such a dark presence. I think he also mentions what kind of element he used. I will have to ask the others.
But right now, I want him to change into the beautiful and fluffy fox form so I can fluff his tails up some before I get a good nights rest. Oh yeah.
Looking at Titianna, who also looked my way, I nod to her in our unspoken conversation: we will have him use his split form so we can have our fun with him tonight.
Turning back to Ryan, I can see that he has started to sweat a little. Good! He shall take responsibility for turning me on damn it!
I refuse to let him do this to me!
Especially not after he used his damn fluffy goodness and caressed my damn face with them as we fought him! He shall pay ten, no one hundred fold for doing that to me!
Is he edging away from me? Can’t have that, now can I?
Dayna’s POV
The next morning I feel refreshed and soberly happy. God that firm hand felt good against my ass! Not that I will tell him. Hopefully, Angelica won’t tell him either.
I’m just glad my mother was not here to see this side of me. If she did, then she might disown me or something. Makes me think that sometimes I am nothing but a pawn for her. Which I probably am in her eyes.
Need to keep Ryan and whatever creature that is within Ryan away from her. I don’t really want to have to spend a day like that again thank you very much.
After finishing my morning routine, I look at my calendar to see what today might have that I need to take care of. I can only blink when I see that my mother is due to arrive today around four this evening.
Seeing that it is nearly ten now, I rush to have my maid Rose, who is an elder dryad, to remind Angelica that my mother is soon to arrive. After that, I head for the place that I knew Ryan has been thinking of putting a hoverport to see if I can get him to hurry up. Arriving at said spot, I see him… in nothing but his fox boxers.
Tripping at the sight, I try to catch my balance. That is when I noticed that he is apparently doing some calisthenics. At least he is thinking about how to keep himself from getting fat, like almost all of the rich fat pigs that I have seen thus far here.
I am sooo glad that I was not tied up for 5 hours last night after my lovely time with Ryan to look at the photos of the richest men on the planet in order to stay away from them. And that the bags under my eyes are not from the sleep that I was denied.
DAMN THAT NAMI!
Walking the rest of the way towards Ryan, I can see that the pad had indeed been finished early this morning if he is here moving on it. Nearing him, I can feel something that he never exhibited before until last night. It is like he is molding something with the elements.
Just as I am about to speak, the ground a few yards away begins to melt away as if it is water instead of rock. Running up to it, I can see about half a mile down and at least a mile long cavern.
Turning to him I say “is this what you have been doing all morning?”
He simply nods before staggering as he tried to walk near the opening. Getting a very bad feeling, I rush to grab him before he falls into it.
“Sorry. Was practicing some new abilities I got last night. Did not think they would tax me so with my stats so messed up” he proclaims as I help him to the ground to rest.
If Ryan can do this with such nicely rounded stats in the direction he wants to go in, how is it he messed up?
“How did you mess up” is all I can ask before he simply shakes his head saying “according to him I messed up by applying points to defense instead of letting nature take its course over that. From the fight we had last night, I am actually power and speed mixed with dexterity, intelligence, wisdom, and a few other important things in order to use my ‘true’ abilities. Or at least that is what he said.”
That startled me. What in the universe could make his defense grow that much if he does not use his points on it? Does he have some sort of special ability or something?
???’s POV
“So what are you saying Sebastion? That I cannot have any of those broads as my plaything?” a 15-year-old boy that appears to be in his late 30’s asked a well-groomed butler with a high-pitched voice.
The boy stood just shy of six feet with greasy black hair and weighed approximately 400 pounds. Dressed in what can graciously be called a mage robe, his body could not be hidden from view.
“No, sir. I have tried to ask the matriarchs if there is any way that their marriage could be voided. Their answer was not what you were expecting. In fact sir, they threatened a legal lawsuit if you interfered” Sebastion replied with a with a French accent.
In fact sir, I hope that you do so that I may be free of your filth. Even my wife no longer screams ‘victory’ for me anymore when I give her my goods.
Throwing a temper tantrum, the boy began to scream for his father. Who appeared like a wraith to find out what the boy was crying over.
After being told, the father tried to find him someone else, but the boy would not relent saying “these dumb bitches have the Ryu family enterprise in their hands! I want that enterprise for my own!”
Seeing as he would not listen, the boy’s father went off to call the lady of the house to arrange a talk.
Angelica’s POV
Sighing, all I wanted to do was bury my head in my pillows and scream at the audacity of that man! He even threatened action against us!
At least he was attempting to until I said that only Ryan could give him what even my family wanted since he is still alive and is the actual head of this house and not me nor my new sisters. That promptly shut him up.
Too bad he did not know about the Will his mother left behind. That would be disastrous if he found out. Guess I will need to have his lawyer to come here just to keep him safe from that vagabond
Then there is the problem with Ryan awakening his abilities. I knew something was hidden even from him. But I never expected to be a creature from old.
From the libraries I could access on my link, the 17 Draconic Emperors and Empress’ were and still are the leading authorities that even the royal families from all over fear. Each one having the power of the different elements that exist.
So, if what the screen showed me is correct, then the person who is sleeping within Ryan has the power of Darkness. That also means that he is able to use not only darkness but all the other elements as well. Making the others of his kind powerless against him.
THAT MEANS WE ALL JUST MARRIED THE FUCKING EMPEROR OF FUCKING EMPERORS!
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I always wanted to be an Empress. Yay!
I have to get Ryan to sit with me and tell me what all he needs so that he can become the most badass emperor he can be.
Just thinking about it is making me wet. And I just shower three hours ago damn it!
Since Dayna’s mother is due to arrive in less than 2 hours, we need to get Ryan dressed and ready to go. Guess I will need to raid his closet and get the best clothes he has out for him.
Ha-ah. I knew it would be hard being a wife. I mean, even as a soon to be adult, I still have to dress him like he is a child. I guess the old saying ‘men are nothing more than over-sized children’ is correct in more ways than one.
Dayna’s mother’s POV
Stepping off onto the hover pad, I notice that my daughter is standing there a bit stiff. As if I am here to do something but is unsure what I might do.
Good.
At least she has not lost her touch. Her eyes are even on alert. Or I should say that they are on higher alert than normal. Wonder why that is?
I guess I will know later when I meet the boy. Too bad I had to promise to behave around him a few hours ago when I announced that I was on planet.
Stepping up to Dayna (of whom I wish could be more like her older sister), I can smell that foul smelling boy all over her. Did she bath in his semen?
Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I step past her and say “take me to the boy daughter. I have no time for pleasantries today.”
“Then I suggest you make the time, madam. The master of the house will not excuse you from your blatant rudeness” a high elf speaks to me as if she is better than I.
Before I can even put her into her place, like the maid she is obviously is, a woman barely reaching up to my bust says “and I would suggest that you hold your tongue Mrs. Kits. For this high elf is that of my personal maid. She, herself, bowed her head to me when I was only a babe. Even though she is the clan Mistress to her people, she has equal, if not more, authority than you do.
“Now I suggest that you behave yourself. I may have asked for your help concerning something, but that does not mean that we, and by we, I mean Dayna, Robin, Nami, Titianna, and myself, will tolerate your rudeness. For we have just seen something concerning our husband that we never knew before. And we would hate to see it be a repeat. Even for you.”
Arching an eyebrow, I can only wonder what has even her, the most prodigious witch of our time, cautious. Guess I will soon find out.
Walking silently behind Angelica, I see that my daughter has disgracefully placed herself to the right behind Angelica. It looks like I made both a good and bad decision in bringing her here.
Upon arrival into the foyer of the castle is still being renovated, I can faintly sense something that has my senses on edge. And I don’t like it.
“Ryan, please! There is no reason to be in a hurry. You used massive amounts of energy when you excavate the ground so you can put our ship into a hanger near the castle” Titianna (I can only assume that is her since her grandmother is still rubbing it in) said as she is walking behind a boy that is dressed in all black.
Scrunching my brows in confusion, I watch as he walks. He has this predatory grace that only predators of the most dangerous kind have.
Becoming cautious, as I was suggested, I can now see that I might have to re-evaluate this boy.
“And I said that I just want this done and over with. If what these memories have told me are correct, then I am only endangered by only one person. And she is not it.”
Memories? What memories?
“That is the new reason I was going to tell you about before you decided to be rude to my sister Mrs. Kits. Something awoke in him when we began to decide his future without his input. And lets just that we are thoroughly put into our places about what runs what around here” Angelica states as if reading my mind.
Getting a small portion of the picture, I decided instead to try my hand in getting this boy to become my servant. Since I now know that they are not as competent as I thought they are, I will just take him for myself.
Good. He locked eyes with me; now he shall be…
Feeling like I was just splashed with cold water, I start to break out in cold sweat.
From my mystic eyes, I can see a very big and dangerous black dragon surrounding him. As if he and the beast are ready to strike at any moment if it becomes necessary for him.
Trying my best to keep my voice straight, I ask “can we sit somewhere comfortable for this. If what I am guessing is correct, this is going to drain me far more than usual.”
Both Dayna and Angelica are giving me a silent smirk that is infuriating me. But I guess that I have to endure this since I did give them a reason for doing so.
Arriving at a comfortable looking chair, I sat and was expecting his to kneel before me like all the other males that have received my services before him. Instead, he sits caddy-corner to me on a sofa that I noticed as I walked in.
Looking around the room, I can see all four family crests concerning the girls’ families. I can see my families crest on the outer left side. An oak tree sat in the middle of a meadow.
Then I can see the pidgeons crest, a sword crossing over a shield with wings outstretched behind it, on the inner left. That irritated me.
On the outer right, I can see the Midnight’s Eye that closely resembles the Eye of Ra. But more feminine and Demonic. Since I know that Angelica is not demonic, regardless of how her actions say otherwise, means that this is the Twins’ family crest.
And then there is the crest showing the Book of Solomon. The crest of Angelica's family. Of whom are rumored to have the actual library itself in their possession.
The last one is the one I have hated even as a little girl — the Ryu family crest. A great black dragon with two swords in either hand pointing downwards. Four wings fully extended. On the lower left is a black wolf with white stripes and a tiger of the same color schematic, with chains held in their mouths that are wrapped around the arms and legs of the dragon.
In the middle is Death itself, with his scythe wrapping behind the dragon’s head while facing the front. Behind all that, is a silver Pheonix with its wings fanned out as if to take flight. All the while breathing the flames that nothing can withstand.
Who would have thought that the great Ryu family had such an elaborate crest showing off how vain they are.
Looking around even more, I can see that the curtains are a tasteful beige that brings the old gray of the cement and sunlight together. The only furniture that I can see right now, however, are the five chairs and the two couches big enough to seat four people with ease. Five if they crowd themselves.
Turning back to study the boy, I can see that he is no slouch when it comes to physical work. And from the muscles he has, it is clear he works out. Athlete perhaps?
What is more striking, at least in a sense that something far beyond his control, are his eyes. The golden flecks within his silver eyes speaks volumes that he is not simple. Only beast type individuals have such eyes. But his are more prominent and centralized instead of scattered and subdued. I would say that they are more of the reptilian beast-kin, but even they are not as prominent as his.
“Do you know why I am here, master of the house” I finally ask.
Arching his brow in how I stated his position, which is good since I will not accept him as such, he replies with “I was informed a few hours ago, mistress of house Kits.”
Nicely done boy. But can you survive?
“What exactly did they tell you?”
“What you are here to do and nothing else.”
I can only laugh at his attempts to dodge. He plays well for someone who is ill-trained in such matters.
“Then let us proceed” I proclaim as I held out my hand for him to take. Which is nothing more than a formality AND a way to discern anything I can use for future uses.
Nodding his head, he states “ then let us begin” not even moving to give me his hand. But there is something in his eyes that I just caught sight of and is laughing at me.
“Such a nice ploy Madam. But he has no need for you. He will learn as he needs to learn. All that he needs, he already possesses” a voice rang out that is much deeper, but unmistakeably like the boys.
That voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. As if one of the many horrors of the past are present and judging me. Looking at Angelica out of the corner of my eyes, I can barely see her nod her head in confirmation at her new request.
So this is what has them whipped as they are.
“To whom am I addressing? For reference, I can ask nicely or pull the information forcefully” I state trying my best not to sound offensive.
As I am staring in the boy’s eyes, I can see that he is asleep while the voice we are all hearing is laughing.
“My dear child, do you really think you have what it takes to gain information that not even the clerics of the past could not gain? Clerics, both male and female alike, who are even more powerful in the mystic arts than you?”
As the voice ticked off the many ways the mystics of old could determine the powers, abilities, and divine interference, the smile I had on my face became forced. And even that is starting to fade from my face at the realization of the being I am facing. An ancient creature that the first pioneers to colonize our solar system ran from long ago.
But when he mentioned a particular method, my eyes flew wide and I can feel my face contort into a fearful expression, which is that of blood resonance.
“Ah! I see! You use the demonic methods of the mystic arts! While not the type of method trusted do to how it originated, blood resonance has a 99% accuracy rating. But it also tells the one doing it very personal details of the individual they are using it on. Which is why I will tell you now: try it, and you will destroy your mind.”
Dropping my hand at the last words he spoke, I can only surmise that he already knew what I was going to do. Fear began to creep into me. In all the time I have used this ability, no one has ever been able to guess what I used, nor how it worked.
“But I will throw you a bone, no pun intended of course. Instead of delving only in that one part of that ability, expand on it. Use the elements to help further the distance so that you don’t have to hold hands. You will be surprised at what a true Mystic can do if you put forth the effort. Just know that I and my last remnants of innocence are immune to such tactics. For our blood is warded against it.”
With that, I can see the boy, no, Ryan awake from his slumber. Blinking rapidly as if to focus his eyes, he looks back at me and asks with so much childish curiosity, I could not help but laugh a motherly laugh. Even if it is out of fear and self-preservation.
“Is it true that you can divine someone's future and nature that way? Do you feel their pain? Can you stop yourself from feeling another women’s cramps? Oops! Sorry. Should not have asked that” Ryan spit fired out with more questions than I can answer before he takes a breath 20 minutes later.
All the girls standing around just facepalm from the embarrassment of it all. Making me laugh even more. Knowing that they have to deal with this creature. Glad I am out of here tonight.
I guess I can kick around that fat pig some too, to help relieve this frustration about being overpowered by someone else. Just like his damn mother.
Third Person POV
Breaking News on channel 457. The Childer’s family has been found murdered today at their main residence at about 19:30 today. No one has been able to identify the culprit or culprits involved. All investigators will say is that the main power to the has was severed leaving the surveillance cameras and equipment blank as to who or whom they are.
The servants of the house are, however, happy and rejoicing at the prospect that their employers are dead. One female individual we questioned as to why, simply stated that he has been trying to get away from them ever since she was sexually assaulted and harassed by her employers. Even her husband was crying, all the while saying “she finally shouted ‘victory’ after 3 years”.
The investigators have asked that if any information into this incident will be welcome, and that if the information leading to the arrest of the individual or individuals will be given a reward of 150 thousand Chaos Dollars.
Now we turn to Mrs. Daphne for sports.