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5^th of March, 98^th of the Neo-Dawn Era. Ang-Saellirith.

            Aislinnuh, an arachfolk vordriar walked hastily to keep up with her much higher Sister, Feodora a naurdian native to the Noyachny region. The passerby’s eyes all focused on the two, some hiding their gazes well, others not so much.

Feodora herself born as a natural beauty, blessed with a thick crown of blonde hair that flowed with seamless straightness down onto her shoulders and chest, with half veiling her alluring face, giving her an air of mystique. Her pristine clear sky blue eyes were graced in a fine contour, watching ever vigilantly.  Pouty lips with an eye-catching gloss, soft texture, cheeks high and sharp like the elves’ enhancing her face. And a near perfect nose, whose only fault was a slightly longer bridge.

Aislinnuh herself wasn’t much behind in terms of eye-catching beauty, as expected of all members of the Black Rose. Like her umbral and umbryon Sisters, she possessed a haunting beauty thanks to her pale white smooth, glistening skin, and contrasting dark hair falling in soft waves down to her collars with a few streaks of mauve running down here and there. Unlike Feodora, she possessed a smaller, rosebud lip that brought more attention to it, especially thanks to the dark lipstick enhancing its natural gloss.

Her nose that once was a bit snubby, turned into a delicate, narrow elvish nose perfectly complementing her alluring visage.But what drawn in the most attention as they walked were her eyes, the dark pupils took up all the space, with intricate web designs seemingly shifting in them.

 “Wait a bit, Fe. I don’t have those long legs of yours.” Aislinnuh yelled to her Sister as she tried to keep up to her while carrying two paper bags filled to the brim with sweet buns filled with chocolate, vanilla and other such creams.

“No time to be slow Ai. The better we perform, the sooner we get a promotion.” Feodora said while her eyes, even the one veiled by her glossy hair, kept watch as she gracefully evaded the citizens of the capital, while holding two bags of buns.

“Not like by that much.” Aislinnuh said while pouring her mana into her thigh high boots, with the bottom parts possessing soft scaled texture like on the top.

“Well, even a little goes a long way. Or something.” Feodora said as they approached the large gates where the Inquisitiars of the Black Rose set up base for the investigations into recent kidnappings and the attack on the complex.

“Sure, at least we arrived before the sun dipped below.” Aislinnuh turned towards the west, watching with wonder as the sun hid behind the rows of apartment buildings. She rushed before her Sister and slotted the keystone into the gate. A ward became visible around the premises for a moment, while the gate itself lit up with an arcane light for a mere second. Then it opened with a distinct, graceful metallic creak and the two stepped onto refined earth path from the smooth, hardened pavement.

A black car with darkened windows passed by, without the two noticing it as the passengers kept an eye on the ward growing back. Then they passed on, reporting to their Mistress.

**

“Just a few more rounds.” Farharil, a sol elven vordriar said as she was patrolling at the back garden.

On her left the imposing snow marble walls of their residence stood proudly, four lightly dressed maidens in various alluring possess carved gracefully at fifteen meter intervals. Below them thick, precisely trimmed bushes blooming with mauve flowers on them, serving as a barely functional moat. On the right, a similar line of bushes ran along, with round corners facing the statues. At their center trees with different hued leaves stood proudly, reaching towards the darkened heavens ornamented with stars on this clear spring night.

As she made soft steps towards the turn, Farharil suddenly stopped. Her long, shiny side-swept ashen black hair with the right side hanging slightly curved, shook while her sparkling sun hued eyes in a slanted elven almond frame focused on the bushes.

“Probably my imagination.” She entered the second corner where the tree with mauve glowing leaves stood. Her eyes lit up for a moment as she inspected the bush covered area between the walls of the neighboring apartment then after finding nothing turned around. A sigh escaped her marigold lips while she straightened her new uniform’s rectangle shaped neck with the front tips, where the zipper runs, mildly curves to both sides.

Like with the others, the new Vordriar jacket added a wide utility belt at the waist, pushing gently the thick jacket, creating a mild dented look. Two large breast pockets with flat, snow silvery buttons at their low center, and the Black Rose badge above it.

“Should have joined the Skyguard.” She muttered as her cheeks buried into her arcane blue blouse collars with fluid metallic textile texture, while the fiery orange filter of her cigarette wedged between her wide cushion lips, her dawn golden toned face lit up for a moment.

“Maybe after this.” She added while puffed out a large cloud, then headed back to continue her patrol before the shift change. While she continued heading out from the circle, a figure encased head to toe in a leathery suit with sinister slim plates attached onto them appeared. Vile, greenish red energies parted from their body, like ashen clouds from a burning building.

“Chrcchrm Hhrhh!” With one hand clamped over her mouth, another moved with two fingers locked. A green lightning zapped into her forehead, and she collapsed into their arms with a faint, muffled yelp escaping her. Then they slowly dragged her into the embrace of shadows, with soft tearing echoing gently in the night.

**

“I hope some infiltrator grabbed her.” Ramona, a sraudornian vordriar said to her partner after the two at the entrance of the residence asked them to check on Farharil. She appeared no more than 32, graced with near perfect smooth coffee tanned skin, mesmerizing round shaped emerald eyes, long sleek raven black hair with the right flowing onto her back, the left onto her shoulders.

“Don’t say that. She is still young to join the Goddess.” Her meek partner, a Summerfolk Seossurian vordriar, called Briannala said. She appeared a bit younger than Ramona, with a bright complexion, hooded eyes with sparkling golden yellow pupils reminiscent of the summer sun.  Modestly long, delicate nose with a bow-shaped soft dazzling red lips under them. Her beret framed by her crowned braids hued like the coppery red sunset of summers.

“Don’t mean it that way. It just would be nice to have her restrained and gagged.” Ramona added as a smile curved onto her uneven lips, the upper thinner, the lower thicker.

“I still hope nothing like that happened to her.” Briannala said in her usual shy manner. As they took the turn where Farharil got taken, two figures similarly encased in leather appeared from the shadows. They sneaked swiftly behind the two unaware vordriars and grabbed them from behind. Like with Farharil, their mouths were covered and got zapped at their foreheads.

The two intruders quickly lowered them to the ground, then took out slim, brown colored enchanted ropes. They quickly secured the two’s wrists and ankles, then took out a roll of black sealing tape and tore off a long strip from it. They sealed their lips and cheeks, then threw the two onto their shoulders as they melded into the shadows on the ground.

**

“It is awfully quiet out there!” Feodora said as she walked back and forth in the large guest room filled with six beds. Her jacket rested on her designated bed, in the left corner of the room. Her high, arched collars of her blouse spread out creating a great gap between, exposing her smooth neck. Her vest in a sleeveless state, while her blouse’s slid up with the cuffed ends at her elbows.

“Yeah, because even Farharil sulks only on patrol.” Aislinnuh said as she laid on the bed, reading a romance book about a fiend who tries to fight against his vile nature, and a fair elven paladin whom swore to vanquish all evil, yet she finds herself strangely attracted to the him and his strange kind nature.

“Still, we could hear Ramona and Briannala when they left, I could even hear Merimaun and Chambui outside at the door. There is definitely something wrong here.” Feodora said with an anxious tone as she walked up to Aislinnuh.

“Fine, let’s check it out before they notice.” Aislinnuh rolled her eyes as she closed the book, a sigh accompanied her words as she was about to get to the best part.

She grabbed her jacket, quickly zipped it up to the baseline of its neck, and buckled the utility belt before she followed after Feodora who practically rushed out with quick steps.

“Feo?” Then as she stepped out in the hallway, comprised of two floors open at the center, two curving stairs leading up to the balcony like second floor. The rails made of the same fine oak as the steps leading up.

The floor consisted of snow silvery and black tiles, a large lotus-rose shaped carpet in the center with dragons dancing around in rows. A large sphere containing a glowing ball that bathed the hallway in white light within its glass walls hanged from the ceiling. Many oaken, ornamented shelves filled with books, tables and chairs yet no sign of Feodora.

Feeling a bit uneasy as she hasn’t heard the door close, Aislinnuh’s right hand grabbed slowly onto her wand pistol resting in its holster. “Mm hrhhm” Then her mouth got covered by a leathery hand, and a muffled, scared yelp followed as her forehead got zapped by fiendish magic.

**

“Where is everyone?” Tallian, a sol elven dracorith Inquisitoroth with fair amber toned skin, golden scales framing her sharp elven jawline and extending towards her cheeks while also pouring down from the center of her forehead. Layered, short jet black hair ending just above her coat’s thin round snow silvery collars zipped open, slightly tilted. Unlike most other ranks, their coat’s neck was hued in snow silvery, spreading down to the shoulders. Arcane sigils embroidered into its fluid glass leathery surface.

The Justicieth coat itself has been modified to resemble the traditional nun robe, including the head piece, to show off the dedication to their Goddess, the dedication to erase all Her enemies, or recover her Divine Daughter’s relics.

“Awfully suspicious ain’t it, Sister?” Maisian, a high elven fellow Inquisitoroth said in her heavy albionian accent as she appeared without her coat and corset vest. Her bright marigold blouse shined gracefully, even alluringly as the white light bounced off of it.

Her glossy, brunette short shaggy hair framed her perfectly fair and smooth elven face with a foxy structure to it. Intense, deep red eyes inspected every nook and cranny, while her fist clenched together, a smile curved onto her perfectly symmetrical cushion lips.

“Seems they got cocky!”  She added as excitement took her over. For the past few days, they mostly just interrogated folks allegedly tied to fiendish cults in the capital, mostly reported by neighbors who hate their neighbors.

“At least leave one alive this time if they decide to finally show themselves.” Tallian said as she zipped her coat’s neck, hiding the pressed together blouse collars.

As soon as she stepped down, one of Dagomara’s silent lackey’s sprung into action, hoping to take Maisian by surprise. Only to be met with her fist that smashed their head to bloody, bony, brainy bits.

Two more appeared behind Tallian as she turned around hearing the gory sound of a head exploding. She quickly ducked down as she sensed hands reaching towards her head, then swept her leg, severing theirs into four. Before they could hit the ground though, she pierced her fist through their chests breaking the plates covering them as time slowed down for her.

“Was that all? Vordriars these days are so not careful.” Maisian said with her uniform, and beautiful visage covered in blood and gore. She swept her arms in front of her body, conjured water cleansing her tainted form as she stopped besides Tallian.

“Could be. Or they just underestimated us.” Tallian added as she tore off the leathery part of the suit covering one of their heads. Under it a high elven man emptily stared at her with shortly cut blonde hair. His face covered in fiendish tattoos carved into his flesh, the tongue ripped out from his mouth.

“That means we can just kill them.” Maisian noted as her Sister closed his mouth.

“Yeah let’s look ar…” Before she could finish her sentence, a wicked green light bathed the room as fiendish runes appeared under their feet. The two stood motionless, frozen in time as six of Dagomara’s lackeys appeared, with rope and sealing tape already prepared.

**

“Good work my dears.” Dagomara stepped through the portal, her voice interjected by the sounds of sealing tape ripped. Her eyes burned with satisfaction as she watched the two inquisitoroths being secured.

“Seems like my estimations were right. Vordriars easy. Inquisitoroth overrated.” She said with a mocking tone as circled around Tallian. She was sitting, restrained in one of the chairs placed in the center. The slim enchanted rope binding her arms to the chair’s, her torso to the back while tightening around her gleaming uniform clad body.

“Rnph nn hmmmph” An angry muffled sound escaped her black sealing tape covered mouth, anger born of shame. Shame at not sensing the trap set by Dagomara’s lackeys, shame at not noticing them infiltrating through the ward.

“While I’d be happy to invite you to my home, the four of you will be the perfect message.” Dagomara said as her hands slid onto Maisians’ blouse. With her finger tips, she inspected famous quality of aetherna satin by pinching the folded down collar’s tips.

“But don’t worry, it will be an enjoyable final experience.” Then she grabbed her tape cheeks, pressed them tightly as she licked her taped lips slowly. For a moment Maisian let out a soft, low moan trying to hide that wave of excitement that coursed through her as she inhaled her sweet breath.

“It is nothing personal.” She added looking at Merimaun and Chambui sitting on the floor back to back. Rope bound the two together, covering most of their torso. Their arms bent behind, wrists crossed and tightly entwined. Their boot and pant covered legs spread forward, tied at their thighs and ankles.

“Nnphph mmnfm nph hm!” Chambui hoped to plead, but the glistening black sealing tape prevented it. Half of it covered by her long, dark brown hair parted over the left side of her face, adorned with the slight elvish features.

“Hnpm mnn nnm phmnmmmm!” On the other hand, Merimaun cursed at her, or at least tried but failed for the very same reason. Her crimson eyes burned with disgust and hatred clearly visible. Every strand of her short, pixie cut hair, red as mahogany, shivered as she tried to lunge at Dagomara.

“I like your enthusiasm guys. So let me indulge what will happen to you in moment.” Dagomara said with a wide grin as she snapped her fingers. Two maids stepped through the portal carrying a small dark, ornamented box.

“Desire Worms. A fiendish little creature birthed by my Mistress. These little children of hers crave for the deepest of our sexual, deviant desires. But how do they get it I bet you all ask.” She started her explanation while making her way to the box.

“As you may have learnt, worms tend to burrow themselves into our bodies. Clothes somewhat protect us from them. So to counteract this, my Mistress made sure that they can phase through the hardest, most protected pieces, and enter through the vulva.” She continued while slowly descended towards the box. The Roses attention variedly changed, Merimaun slowly turned to fear, Chambui to despair, the two Inquistoroths to disgust.

“There they sprout small tendrils that latch onto the walls, while their teeth laced in their mucus filled with mana particles send your minds into an illusion. That I can’t fully comment on, as what happens there is up to them. Will you be raped by a band of ogres? Or maybe violated by a roper with dagger sharp tentacles? Or is it something simple, tied up and whipped by some dominatrix who occasionally inserts some hard object into you. But in all cases, it will be enjoyable to you. Now the less fun part is they convert the heat our bodies generate while aroused, and then burn you all from the inside, then this whole place.” At the end Chambui burst into muffled whimpers trying to beg for her life the least. The others try to struggle free themselves.

“Enough ladies, I know you’re all excited. So I won’t take up more of your time. Enjoy while it lasts.” With a snap of her fingers, they all calm down into an eerie silence, their stares focused at the box. Dagomara and her entourage leave one by one, and as the last steps through the portal, it closes swiftly. Then the box pops open…