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“Others? Alright.” Seria’s reaction was a bit too normal. It was as though the intense emotions and reactions she had shown earlier were just a lie. Truth was, her ability to accept the situation, or more accurately, her adaptability was just extremely high. 

“Under one condition.” The young dark elf made a cunning grin.

“Hoh?” Claire looked at her with a raised brow. “And what would that be?”

Seria smiled brightly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. Ret saw this and felt a chill run up his spine, electrifying him. Though she might have forgiven Ret on the surface, his actions were not forgotten. All she could do was take advantage of the cards given to her and take what she can.

“You won’t tell me anything right? About who you guys are with or where I am? So I think I have the right to make a simple demand.” Seria logically stated the facts and laid out her reasoning, setting the stage for her request. 

The dark elf stated this as if it were a given, but she had no power here. In fact, she had no confidence that the pair would give into her nonsensical demands. She could only hope that the guilt the Demionoli felt was strong enough for her to get her way.

Claire got an odd feeling when she saw Seria’s smile. She was amused, the vampire was well aware of what Seria was doing, but she wasn’t quite sure what her end goal was. However, she got the feeling that she was going to enjoy what was going to happen next. “Go on then. What is it?”

Seria held up her hand and signaled with one finger, “One hit.” 

Claire was wearing an impish grin, “One hit? On me?” It was a pointless and redundant question, she knew it wasn’t herself that Seria was implying.

Seria lightly shook her head, “I believe I have endured quite a lot. And though I can see your point,” she shoots a look at Ret, “I am not quite yet ready to forgive you.”

Ret smiled sheepishly, “I can get that, but I am afraid you are more likely to hurt yourself if you hit me.” This was not false bravado. With the natural strength of his body, even without reinforcement, he could withstand the full force of a volcano. Of course, Seria did not know that.

It didn’t even take a second for Seria to think about how she was going to get her way. Seria pouted then immediately dropped to the floor in a cross legged sitting position. “Then I’m not moving!” She huffed and sat there, her gaze resolute. 

“Hey, that’s not-” Ret tried to convince her but Seria interrupted.

“No! I get one hit!”

“But if you do that you’ll-” Ret tried again.

“I said no!” 

“Seriously if you do that then-”

“NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!” It was childish, yes, but it was effective. Ret was completely helpless.

“Sigh,” he lowered down and looked her in the eyes, “you will get hurt.”

“Don’t care!”

“You know, you change personality too quick.” Ret pointed this out to the childish Seria.

Seria smirked, “So?”

Ret had a feeling that he knew what the girl was doing, “You know, even if you kick and scream the whole way over I could carry you out of here effortlessly.” His expression was serious.

Both sides were stubborn, but Seria was not about to lose. “If you force me I’ll scream rape all the way.”

“No one will be able to hear you and those that do don’t care.” Ret did his best to shoot down her argument.

“Oh? So I am in a secluded location? Good to know!” Seria smiled smugly as if she had won something.

Claire was watching the display and doing her best to stifle her laughter. It was more often that Ret threw others off, not the other way around,

Ret frowned, “I don’t see how that makes that big of a difference what use is it knowing that. Now you just know that it is harder to escape here!”

Seria made a serious face, “I now know that escape is not an option, so if you force me to do anything I don’t want to, I with bite off my own tongue.”

Ret looked at her for a moment. “You are threatening to suicide if I don’t let you hit me? Seriously? Do you even hear how stupid that sounds?” 

“Precisely, for a freak like you it would be better if you just let me hit you already. I would hate to die early for such a reason so just agree already.” Seria stated this like it was such an inconvenience for her to die.

Claire was just laughing so hard now that she didn’t even bother hiding her laughter anymore. Tears were gathering in the corner of her eyes. “Ret just give her the win already. It will save us some time and if she hurts herself we can just get her healed again.”

Ret cast an irritated look at the vampire that was obviously enjoying the situation.He could only sigh and agree, “Fine one hit.”

Seria immediately hopped to her feet while clapping her hands, “Wonderful!” she picked up the chair from earlier and handed it to Ret, “Take one of the legs off so I can use it.” 

Claire just laughed and said, “No need! No need!” With a wave of her hand a club appeared in her hand.

Seria was shocked for a moment. She had heard of spacial treasures, but this was her first time seeing one. Claire carelessly dropped the wooden club into Seria’s hands. The sudden weight caused her to stumble a bit. The wooden weapon was quite hefty.

Claire shoots Ret a look and winks, “At least this way we don’t have to worry about her hurting herself.”

Ret could only quietly shake his head. 

Seria was grinning like a maniac. Ret was a bit disconcerted by her zeal for causing him bodily harm, but he wasn’t worried, the dark elf in front of him possessed no energy or strength whatsoever.

“Alright! Now close your eyes!” Seria ordered Ret.

“Seriously? I won’t move.”

“No! If you don’t close your eyes you might subconsciously move and I will have wasted my one hit!”

Ret shook his head and reluctantly closed his eyes, the sooner it was over the quicker they could go.

Seria grinned maliciously and wound up to bat. With a swing that contained all of the strength she could muster she brought the club up in an arch aimed for a certain place.

Ret’s eyes shot wide open as if he had been struck by lightning, electrifying every cell in his body in the worst way imaginable. He collapsed to the ground clutching a very precious place. He was at a loss for breath, he was wheezing heavily and tears started to gather in his eyes. His entire body trembled from the pain.  

Seria was smiling triumphantly, that hit just now contained all of her frustration and she felt quite good now. Claire had collapsed on the bed in fits of laughter, her stomach was hurting and she was out of breath.. 

“A general rule of thumb,” Seria bent her head close to Ret’s whom was trying his best to not curse out to all the gods. “The general male anatomy has one place that is always weak to damage and can’t be trained. It seems you shouldn’t underestimate me just because I have no power.”

It truly was strange, the Demionoli in front of her was an entity that could wipe out her existence at any point. Yet, she didn’t feel afraid. On the contrary, Seria felt a bit liberated, as if a weight was off her shoulders.

Claire finally managed to stop laughing long enough to talk. She made a thumbs up and said, “Good job there! Definitely an 8 1/2!” 

Seria frowned a bit, “Come on, you could have at least rounded it up to a 9.”

Ret who was still on the ground gave his opinion own opinion, though it seemed as if he was having difficulties speaking, “I’d say a 10. . . The setup was what made it.”

Claire shrugged, “I don’t think so, I think your balls would need to be unusable for it to be considered a 10.”

Ret paled at that, “Please no, I might never have children, but I don’t want to be a eunuch.”

“You didn’t need them anyways if you were going to end up with Mikra.”

Ret paused, “. . . still. . . I would rather keep my family jewels.”

Seria was off to the side smiling foolishly, a lot of her stress was released just now. Better yet, she was still alive. If she was to be honest she wasn’t 100% certain he wouldn’t kill her after what she pulled. In fact, she knew that these people weren’t obligated to help her at all. It was already a miracle that she was here and not a cell at the church.

“So,” Seria broke up the conversation, “You kept your end, ready to go?”

Ret looked at her for a moment, “Gimme a minute.” The girls just stood off to the side snickering as they waited for him to recuperate.

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The group had passed through several eery looking hallways, paths, and corridors until finally they reached what seemed to be their stop. The door was the tallest she had seen. The wooden frame looked strong and imposing. It was almost as if the door possessed an aura, or more likely, it was the atmosphere from the other side of the door radiating through. 

Seria felt nervous as she looked at the door. It was the sole entryway in the corridor that they were in. Voices, muffled by the wooden barrier, drifted out from the room. They sounded hushed yet serious.

A voice louder than all the rest disturbed her thoughts as it came from beyond the door. “Come in!” The words were short and precise, yet they carried the strength of authority.

The two entered the room, Seria hesitating for a moment before following. The room was also dimly lit. There were few people in the room. They all seemed strange, but there was one man that easily became the focus of her attention. 

Though he was not even looking at her, the aura he wore imposed a feeling of severity on those nearby. The man had dark hair that shimmered in the torchlight. He sat on the simple chair, his back away from the group that had just entered. 

Seria was confused and scared. The situation was quite nerve wracking for a young girl that had been bussing tables just a few nights before. Even though she eventually calmed down around Ret, the appearance of a Demionoli was already enough to set her on edge. 

The people in this room were dangerous, even someone without training or abilities like her could sense it.. She couldn't help but move closer towards Claire. Silence permeated through the air and it was stifling. Seria had no idea what they were waiting for. 

Then, suddenly the man spoke, "So finally you have come. . ." Seria was confused, they had been expecting her? She supposed it made sense, maybe she had been out cold for days.

The man turned around and Seria could see the fire in his eyes as he continued to speak, his presence overbearing. "The one foretold in the prophecy! The one that shall lead us to victory and establish myself in my rightful place upon the throne!"

"Eh? You are royalty?! Wait, prophecy?" Seria cried out in shock.

The man stood from his chair, his posture radiating elegance. He faced Seria and started to walk towards her. A lofty and regal air about him.

He scoffed, "Hmph, you do not realize this?” He was now a mere three feet away from her. Seria felt her body shiver uncontrollably and held Claire’s arm even tighter.

The man ignored this and instead turned around once more. He threw his arms in the air and spoke volumes louder than before, almost shouting his fervent words, “I am the Ascended Dark Bringer! The Darkness Overlord Descended! The Demon King himself!" He practically screamed this last part. 

He turned his head again, standing tall and holding himself in high esteem as he looked down on Seria whom was filled with fear.

The aura created by this man was oppressive and made it hard for Seria to breath. The man’s eyes bore into Seria as if he could see through into her soul. Then CRASH!

His ‘majestic’ figure was smashed down into the ground by a furious foxkin with an obvious vein popping out on his forehead. The pressure was so strong that cracks appeared on the floor.

"Demon king my ass! You aren't even a demon! And what was that ascended descended nonsense? How does it even make sense to put them in the same sentence?!"

The audience in the room started to laugh, their reaction made it seem as though these sort of antics were commonplace.

The foxkin took a few breaths to calm himself. After fixing a few stray silver hairs he changed his focus to Seria, "I apologize for this idiot. This buffoon is one of the founding fathers of our organization, Nile Dreason. I am another and I am named Lyka Rae. Welcome to Vanps!" 

His smile was dazzling to the eyes, but Seria could not ignore the twitching man on the floor. Lyka still had him under his heel and was grinding Nile’s head into the floor.

“Eh?” Seria was uncertain how to respond. “N-nice to meet you? I guess?”

Lyka nodded in satisfaction with her answer. “Now that we got that out of the way do you have any questions? I am sure that Ret failed to tell you anything before kidnapping you.”

Before Seria could respond Ret interrupted, “Rescued! We rescued her!” He turned to his sister, “Right Abi?”

Seria now noticed that the little girl from the incident was in the room.

Abi was quiet for a moment, “. . .It’s big brother’s fault.” 

The room was silent. 

Ret’s voice cracked a little. “E-eh? Abi that’s not very nice. Big brother helped -”

“Big brother’s fault.” Abi was persistent.

Seria spoke out, “. . .That’s right. . .He is the reason why I was being hunted in the first place. . .” Seria was not quite ready to forgive Ret for the mishap just yet.

Someone in the room burst out into laughter. “Pft~ Hahahaha! You couldn’t get a woman to join our ‘fun time’ so you kidnapped one?” The voice was awfully small, Seria looked towards the voice and was surprised to find that one of the lights in the room wasn’t actually a light, but instead a small humanoid figure with small transparent wings. The little figure was childish in appearance, he had short playful black hair and a mischievous smile.

Seria was confused, her brows furrowed and she held her chin in thought before speaking, “That makes no sense. Putting aside the fact that you are both men, how would you engage in any sort of ‘fun time’ when your body is clearly not even a foot long?” Seria was not so young that she was naive to what the pixie was saying.

The little light paused for a moment before bursting into fits of laughter. “That’s great! So great! She completely ignored the fact that I just said she was kidnapped for sex!” He had tears in his eyes as he clutched his stomach. “Seriously, Ret! Where did you find such a gem!”

Seria frowned, “I didn’t ignore it, I just don’t think it is possible.” 

The figure stopped for a moment, then a blinding flash filled the room, forcing Seria to look away. When she could see again, the small figure was now taller than her and leaning over, holding her chin in his hand. 

He was taking a closer look at her and she was observing him. The wings were gone and the man’s hair was now long and past his shoulders. He was no longer childish in appearance, but instead, androgynous. His piercing blue eyes were gazing into Seria’s brown ones.

The man glanced at her hair. He took a lock of it in his hand and kissed the tip before speaking, “Black, just like mine.” He smiled mischievously, looking dashing with every movement he made.

Then, he froze as if a current lightning ran through him. His figure crumpled to the ground in a heap. His face became flushed and his breaths heavy.

It was a shocking change in demeanor, Seria felt that the expression he was making now was very erotic and was a little put off by the sudden change. Her eyes scanned for the one that caused it and was surprised by what she found.

Seria saw Abigail with her hand stretched out, apparently she had touched the man, “. . . Seria yummy. . but don’t touch. . .”

The words that came from such a young girl were shocking, but Seria didn’t say anything and instead stood confused. Eventually she brushed it off. Too many strange things were happening and if she paid too much mind she would go crazy.

The man simply sighed, his breathing had calmed down and his skin became a normal color. “Abi, that was not very nice, I was just teasing her.” He got up to his feet and straightened his clothes. Then he looked at Seria again, this time he smiled a genuine, friendly smile. 

Seria’s heart skipped a beat. She felt that this face was preferable to the playboy attitude she saw a moment ago. “This man, perhaps he is not that bad?” Seria thought, “Maybe he is just trying to help me relax?”

“I am Mikra, of the royal pixie lineage.” This time he introduced himself. “I like girls, especially the naughty ones, and Ret.” 

The man known as Ret turned his head away bashfully, blushing? Seria could only assume as much because his skin was tinged slightly purple.

Mikra spoke again, “Also, my full name is Mikra Es Otazfok!” 

Seria repeated what he said outloud, “Mikra is hot as fuck?”

Mikra, Ret and Abi started snickering while Lyka simply sighed, shaking his head.

Seria realized what happened and her face twitched. “. . .Nevermind. . . he really is that bad.”

Lyka interrupted the teasing, “Enough of that, you will have time to harass her later, for now we need to figure out the situation. He walked over to a table with chairs before taking a seat. 

“Miss Seria, please take a seat, we have much to discuss.” 

Seria nodded her head, she felt relieved that at least one person was taking the situation seriously. 

“Wait, harass me later?”