As Bjorn look back, he saw Forester looking at them with a deep frown on his face, clearly showing his mood. Thoough he reckoned that he is just annoyed at the ruckus they'd just made and that he will not enjoy the shit storm that would follow should he were to kill this little bitch.
turning back to his target, he looked at her with a deadly stare. He wanted to put the fear of God into her, hopefully that should stop her from taking any further actions against him in tuture. From his previous life experirences he clearly knew that ALL, and i mean ALL young masters and misses of large influential families are vendictive.
So he was hoping to shut her up a bit before shit gets out of control, because should she make an underhand move against his new found freedom...er.. royal mission he will slaughter her and her entire family.
After a few brief seconds, he slowly retracted his deadly arm back, with a quick manipulation of his bloodline power, his body began to return to its former human form, when he was at the end his transformation a loud uproar broke out.
With confusion he began looking around at what might of caused it, after being totally oblivious he soon relized that every pair of eyes present in the room were all trained on him, specificcally on his well defined scarred body.
With a wry laugh, he pulled out a similare military shirt and puts in on, before quickly slipping out of the room and cutting the line in what could be described as a in a slpit second.
"Alright, shows over let's speed this up cuz' i aint got all day here you little maggots"(Forester)
Without any complaints all the passages made a beeline to the exit, wheather because it was out of pure excitement or fear the room was cleared in less than a few minutes. The only occupants were the still stunned Clementine and the bored looking hulk Forester.
Casting a pitifull look at the broken girl, who was now only a shell of her former arrogant self, he sighed and shook his head before speaking to her.
"Beside the royal family and before the Ten great families exists a group called the guardian families, they are descandants of the first king Hodor himslef, after he killed the members of the ancient clans who used to rule the continent as supreme rulers he spared all the women who were direct descendents of theses former families and took them as his concubines. He allowed them to keep their family names as long as they keep serving him both body and soul as their king and husband.
I know im just speaking public facts now but, you and i both know that these families are not only incredibly powerfull but they are aslo mysterious and secretive. Their exact numbers are not known nor are they're names made available to the public, that is all i have to say in this matter, i was once formely enganged to your mother, but her family had different plans, take this as a favor for old times sake, take care now " (Forester)
After finishing, with a slight wave of his hand Clementine was flung all the way to the exit door before she knew what happened, snapping out of her stupor she turned her head and said thank you before leaving.
-----------Elsewhere---------
Bjorn was walking through the crowded streets, he had his trademark expressionless face on, but if one were to look at his eyes they would of noticed them looking all over, like a tourist in manhatthan for the first time. But in his case he wasn't enjoying the buildings or skyscrappers, nope he was enjoying the view.
The sight of all the beautiful women walking along the streets, blooming young maidens who are entering womanhood, the mature sexy mothers, the cold yet alluring women warriors, the haughty yet blushing mages.
Yup this was heaven for a men, the city of Oakley was the capital and center of the state of Calisota, therefore the headquaters of all major forces form magic, blacksmith, warrior, alchemy, all the way to merchant guilds of the state were focused here.
This created a bustling city the likes which Bjorn has only seen in new york city, the streets were crowded, on both sides of the streets were vendors displaying their goods, yet despite the chaos there was a proper order and none dared break it.
The reason hailed from the Mayor of Oakley, his name was Marshal Newman. He is the current patriarch of the Newman family and a bloodline warrior himself. The Newman family were one many low level bloodline family from the capital, but they came to prominence during the Zenburg conflict twenty years ago.
The conflict started when the Zennburg the Pit viper bloodline family and their leader Daniel Zennburg who was at the time mayor of Oakley, desided to defect to the Konstantine empire after being contacted by the basilisk family.
Around this time Marshall Newman was one of many generals stationed at the frontlines, after noticing unusual activity by the Konstantine empire forces and the questionable actions of the Zennburg family, he sent word to the capital.
The emperor dispatched five genrals to the border and in the mean time Marshall Newman redirected and fortified his defenses in a need to know maner, when the the time came for the Zennburg to defect, they were ambushed and wiped of by the combined forces of the six generals.
Due to his commandable services, all of the wealth seized were awarded to the Newman family, along with all of the previously owned properties of the Zennburgs.
A few months later he was also appointed Mayor of the city of Oakley, this caused the old noble families of the areas to view them in disdain, because they were not of old blood like them.
But over the next tewnty Years Marshall Newman proved to be a bull in a china shop, he smashed his way in to respect by employing brute force, and military tactics to force those nobles into submission and fear.
The only place left for him to truly rule were the edges of the state, namely Oakdale, so the order seen by Bjorn was the iron grip of and ironblooded general.
Shaking his head the information he was provided by the princess, Bjorn made his way to the rendez-vous spot with the Skynet operatives, To him this was nothing new, since he had dealt with the CIA in his previous world.
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As he made his way towards the location he noticed that flow of the crowd around him was getting more and more pecullar, soon he noticed it was comprised of one hundred percent men, men of various ages, from young men, young adults to middle aged men.
After a breif moment he decided to look up at the signs, to his surprise he had travelled to the red light district. He was a bit shocked, but notheless continued on.
In less than ten minutes, he arrived at the spot designated for the meeting, he looked at the paper given to him by general Norton, on it was the direction and the name of the said establishment.
In front of him was a heavy black wooden door, the building was also painted black with shades of red along the way. From the outside point of view it looked more like a den of sadistic occult worshipers.
Above the door was a sign with words 'ETERNAL' written in blood red like ink, which further reinforce his speculation. Sighing he looked around and he notice that besides him, there was zero patrons on the streets in front of the building.
As he was contemplating if he was indeed at the right location, the door to the said establishment suddenly opend up, a strong yet refreshing smell of roses assulted his nose, looking up he saw a woman stanting in front of him.
She was tall, voluptuous with a curvy and slender hourglass figure with a narrow waist and large, broad hips. She has fair skin and long, luxurious black hair tied in a ponytail. Her black eyes are heavy-lidded and seductive with long dark lashes and accented by shimmering red eyeshadow.
She wore a equined strapless black dress that reveals a lot of cleavage with a low back, and high thigh slit. any man who saw her would feel a burning desire to pin her down and ravage her on the spot.
But along with her devil like physique, an equally brutal aura along with a sense of thick bloodlust emmited from her, Bjorn was used to this feeling. Neing a special ops soldier he saw and had that same bloody edge to him.
Unconsciously his own came out gushing like a broken dam, The woman who stood there with an expretionless face, was suddenly shocked. She had felt that type of feeling from her colleagues, but yet this young boy who looked no older than twenty had such a brutal aura that would put them to shame.
Suddenly a cold voice shook her from her daze
"Hello" (Bjorn)
"Ah.. sorry, please come in sir, my name is Angelita i will be your host, should want you can also book me as i am also a worker of this establishement " (Angelita)
"No need, i did not come her for your...'services' i am here for your boss, take me to him the sooner the better" (Bjorn)
Seeing his cold yet indifferent way of acting in front of her advances further raised her suspicion, the ETERNAL palace was known to cater to those with 'pecular' fetishes.
The women were no the one being taken advantages of in this brothel, no they were the ones taking advantages of the men who came here.
Men who could not openly display their sexuality, or the men who enjoyed being humiloated, slapped around, or flat out emasculated. In a nutshell every women were touched in the head and here was a den of dominatrix.
"Sir we offer a variety of services, we are certain we can fufuil any of your wishes" (Angelita)
Without even answering her , Bjorn pulled out a tin platinum metal card from his pocket and handed to her, he was way to lazy to continue this conversation.
With a shocked look Angelita took the card with both hands in a respectful manner, her eyes turned round like saucers. This was the highest VIP card.
The holders of this card were the five peole or their representative who only dealt with the boss. Those peole were not here to enjoy the services provided, but were here to talk with the owner.
Some have speculated that they were buisness partners of the owner, they were highly respected. She felt her world spinning, how could she be stupid.
"Your owner please" (Bjorn)
"Ah sorry sir please this way" (Angelita)
With quick and graceful steps she started leading im through the building, following behind the girl, as he silently made comparisons in his heart between her and all the other women he met so far.
They passed through a large area with tables, chairs and couches. There was a bar on the far side of the wall, the room was filled with beautiful ladies all around.
On the couches were men of various ages. For those older men, they were about 50-60, and for those younger ones, about 13-14 all of whom were talking with a beauty.
There also were several captivating beauties about 20+ years of age who were beautifully attired, acting as servers, and some who were seated by themselves and were throwing flirtatious looks at Bjorn as he passed by.
They made there way further in to the back there was a long hallway, both sides of it were numerous doors, all had numbers on them.
Due to his superb hearing, he able to hear the moans of pleasure being emitted from inside the rooms, along with the voices of the women tourturing their patrons.
His eyes widened as he relized that this eas no ordanary brothel but a dominatrix den, a sudden shiver ran down his back, he had a very very bad experience with a one night stand in his younger days, one he will never talk about ever in his lifetime.
In less than five minutes of walking they arrived in front of a door at the end of the entire building, the door looked nothing special, in fact it was the same as all the others they passed on the way.
Standing before the door Angelita knocked twice in a rhythmic way soon thereafter a loud and mesmerizing soprano-like voice came from inside of the room.
"Come in please, the door isn't locked"(???)
When Angelita opened the door, a sweet fragrance had immediately wafted into his nose. Bjorn then saw rows of shelves in the office. On the shelves, there were no books, but various pieces of silver-colored piece of equipments, the likes bladed whip tips, odd types of armbinder, ball gags, shackles and ropes.
To his left there were also equipments all of the place, from A-frames, smotherbox,and a spankinghorse. Bjorn quickly shut his eyes before taking a deep breath of air in order to calm himself down, this scene was all to familiar to him.
When he opened his eyes he looked towards the front of the shelves, there was a desk, behind which sat a green haired woman wearing black warrior suit, and there was a serrated knife beside her right hand.
She raised her head. Her light green eyes were like crystal stones that could see through a person’s heart. she took a quick glance at Lucien, and then looked down befire starting to writing something down again.
Like practiced action Angelita stood on the left side facing the wall on the left of Bjorn and bowed her head down, waiting for further instructions from her master.
Suddenly a sound could be heard as the woman put down her quill pen and stood up from her seat. This woman was rather tall and looked to be around 30 years old. Her entire figure seemed to carry the unique temperament of a female with a beautiful face that held no argument.
She slowly walk around the deskin with refined steps. The moment she started walking, the sweet fragrance that had was permanating in the room got alot more intense, it was like she was a walking air freshner.
To some ordinary men, they would most likely not be able to resist her charm. Right behind her her dark green colored hair hung without any binding against her shoulders and back. Her light green pupils seemed to shine with a mysterious light that seemed as if it could read a person’s mind.
As Bjorn studied the woman, the woman studied Bjorn as she elegantly sat on the front of the table directly opposite of Bjorn. With a wave of her laft hand in a lazy maner, Angelita was dismissed. Her twin green eyes stared deeply at Bjorn as if trying to understand him, as soon as the door closed she smiled and said,
"And who might you be young one? i have to admit you have alot of nerves to come seek this elder sister out for some fun, fufufufu well whatever the case is, i shall see if your all talk and no substance, NOW STRIP."