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Grimoires & Masters - Chapter 15.
🕑 Added 2020-07-07 14:52:04 +0000 UTCInside a conference room, decorated in gold, and adorned with luminous chandeliers, there sat several people on a round table.
No one talked, and everyone wore masks and hoods, keeping their identities silent, but there were distinctive crests on each cloak that they wore. And on the three principal chairs, sat three men with their hoods off but with the masks on, wearing Blue, Gold, and Black cloaks respectively.
The door of the room opened, and a woman with snow-white feathered wings walked inside.
“I greet the Sacred Table.” She announced.
“Please be seated, Saintess Inaya.” One of the Heads invited her to be seated.
Inaya walked over to her designated seat and sat down with a smile.
“What has the Divine Saintess seen?” A man asked solemnly, and everyone perked their ears in attention.
She looked at the three Heads of this Sacred Table and found their eyes closed and no smiles.
“Of the 113 mentioned in the Song, 110 have appeared.” Her words were brief but enough for the people on the Sacred Table.
The three Heads of the table opened their eyes and nodded after glancing at each other.
“We still have time before the Divine War of Empyreans starts.” The man in Black smiled.
“And the Rogue ones?” The man in the blue cloak whispered a question.
Inaya sighed at the question and took a deep breath.
“Four of them have appeared.” She nodded. “The Chaos Twins, The Blood-Cursed, and Eve.”
Silence greeted her after those words.
Out of the total of 313 Empyreans, 113 Empyreans were mentioned in the Song of Chaos. Some of those 113 were not mentioned in bright words alone. They were the greatest threat to the World and the other Empyreans. And so, they were called the Rogue Ones by the Sacred-Table.
“Do we have any conclusion on their identities?” The one in the gold asked.
“Sadly no,” She shook her head. “None of Violet ranked talents the world saw this year were twins. We have no way to search for Eve even if she has appeared.” She smiled at them. “And as for The Blood-Cursed, the prophecy states that he would be born in blood, raised in blood, awakened in blood… We have not found anyone that fits the prophecy.”
All three Heads nodded. They had expected such an answer. Even after all these years, they had barely been able to conclude the identities of a dozen Rogue Empyreans.
“Only the Mistress of Death is left…” The man in black sank back in the seat and closed his eyes.
“Yes,” Inaya solemnly nodded. “There were no new prophecies.”
“We have gone through the details and found a few people that could be potential Empyreans. We have no idea how many of the Empyreans have appeared so far. And we still do not have the conclusion on whether Micheal is the first one or not.” The man in Blue looked around the table and calmly spoke. “With only three more people from the Song of Chaos left, and only one Rogue Empyrean, I suggest that you all make your last preparations. And if possible, do not let your greed rule your mind.”
He knew that such people would appear anyway, going after the Empyreans to snatch their blessings, but he hoped that the people on this Sacred-Table would not be part of those.
Seeing that everyone calmly nodded to him, the man appreciatively nodded.
“The Second Prince and the Princess of the Land of Winter…” The man in black spoke, and his voice contained emotions for the first time. “I saw the recording of their awakening. The Holy Grail gave them two Blessings, and a possible third one, but Mellissa intervened at that time.”
“The seal of Life and Death. And the Seal of Love…” The man in gold nodded to his words.
Everyone on the table had already heard about it or had seen the recordings. And they all had reached the same conclusion.
“They are both Empyreans…” The man in blue voiced their thoughts. “Possibly not part of the Song of Chaos. It is a relief.”
“Possibly…” The man in black whispered to himself.
“I have heard that the two of them are Mellisa’s disciples…” The man in gold whispered solemnly.
His words congested the hearts of those that were not aware of it.
“She has more enemies and a few friends. Perhaps the two of them will be in her ranks when she finally steps out of the Land of Winter. So, whether they are part of the Song of Chaos or not, it does not matter. As long as they are associated with the Queen of Ice-Coffins, we shall stay vary of them.”
“You are still not comfortable addressing her with her other Titles?” The man in blue chuckled to his words. “The Divine Witch of Death. The Diabolic Queen of Chaos. The Unholy Witch of Judgement...” He stressed every word in her Titles. “She’s the only Empyrean that has been mentioned in the Song of Chaos with more than two Titles. I pray for those that would stand in her path when the Divine War starts.”
His words reminded everyone of the battles of Mellisa that they had witnessed. Even they, the Sacred-Table, felt chills running up their spines.
The man in black shook his head and got up from his seat. He turned around to walk out of the room without greeting anyone, but the rest of the people on the table stood up from their seats.
“She may be Divine or Diabolic… But no one is born good or evil.”
The words he left behind hammered on the memories of those present inside the room. And the face of a beautiful young man appeared in their minds; One who changed the World forever, the Angel of Light, Kyle Abrak Orylius.
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Aoun placed his sword back in its sheath, panting for breath. He had tried his best but failed to awaken his Flareonova. But he was not depressed. He focused on his gains of the day, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
After resting on the soft grass for a while, he got back up on his feet and yawned. His pocket watch told him that it was the 18th hour of the day, the hour of dusk. Not that the sky here showed any changes, but he was used to the cycles of time and preferred not training during the night.
He was about to walk toward the Royal Tent when he saw the three foxes of Chaos rush out, followed by Chino. All of them excitedly flew around him, making excited cries, and then pulled him to the tent. They stopped insisting and flew away to the Great-Tree after leaving him at the door.
In his curiosity, he stepped inside the tent and looked around, appreciating the beautiful illumination that the candles provided here until his eyes met her.
Elena stood in front of him, smiling at him, wearing a soft blue chemise. Just a look was enough to bewitch him, and his heart was in mayhem.
She walked over to him, slowly, and then, without voicing any words, she unbuttoned his shirt. Her soft , warm lips touched his skin, and Aoun finally reacted.
He picked her up in his arms and then fell together with her on the soft bed, earning giggles from her.
The fire in his loins was agonizingly hot, but he had to stay calm.
Aoun kissed her soft thin lips and immersed himself in her taste, scent, and warmth. He pulled her in his lap, wrapped his arms around her soft waist, and kissed her till her breathing was ragged, and her body warmed up in the fire of lust.
His hands sneaked inside her chemise, tracing her soft skin, clawing her waist in agitation, and then he tore her thin layer of clothing. He hugged her tight, skin to skin, and their hearts resounded in their ears.
Her movements were inexperienced, lips quivering under his kiss, her hands grabbing the hair on the back of his head. And as he traced her spine with the tip of his fingers, he sneaked his tongue inside her mouth, greeting its sweet mate, and soon they were mingling together.
When their lips separated, the mistiness in their eyes spoke a million words. The distance closed again, and this time it was Elena that attacked. She caught his lips, and pushed him down, slowly, under her weight.
Her lips separated again and trailed light kisses down his jawline onto his neck. Her breath on his skin made him stiffen harder than he already was. His erection hurt under the confines of the clothes. It begged to be freed and be caged inside another prison.
Elena pressed her naked front on him, and her crotch came in contact with his hardness. In her agitation, he started grinding against him, and her lips nibbled on his neck. She was teasing him, or so she was trying.
Aoun grabbed her soft little ass and flipped over to press her under him.
“Ehh..”
“You are too young to play these games with me.” He evilly whispered near her ear.
He sat up between her legs and traced her sides with his hands until he hooked his fingers in her panties. He slowly pulled them off, looking right in her eyes, not missing a moment of her embarrassment.
“Smells nice…” He sniffed them with a grin, but the scent of it made his heart flutter.
“Don’t…” Her cheeks were red in her embarrassment now.
“Why not?” He leaned in and sipped her soft lips once more.
As soon as his naked abdomen pressed on her crotch, her body turned stiff, and a gasp escaped her throat.
Aoun realized that he couldn’t be rough with her. It was her first time, and he wanted to make it as pleasant for her as possible.
He moved his lips away from her little mouth, and then he planted kisses down her neck and onto her chest.
She had not developed much yet, but her mounds were still alluring. He couldn’t stop himself from nibbling her little pink nipple.
Tingling sensations hit her.
“Aoun!” She called out his name in alarm, and only received a chuckle from him.
He blew air on her tummy, and inside her little belly-button.
Her body trembled under the sensations, and her back arched a little.
His lips pressed against her mound that was clean of any hair, and then the scent of her nether region intoxicated him.
Aoun marveled at how beautiful her lower lips were, and the sparsely leaking fluids provided them with a little glistening that mesmerized him. He couldn’t help but trace them with his fingers, ignoring her restlessness and tremors, he carefully pulled them apart to look inside her depths. And soon, he lost his resolve, diving in to plant a kiss on those lips.
“Aahhh…”
Elena moaned as pleasure jolted inside of her. And her cries intensified as his tongue hungrily lapped on her.
She agitatedly clawed the hair on his head, unsure of whether to pull him away or pull him down. And in the end, she left herself at the mercy of the pleasure that was circulating inside of her.
Her moans became his favorite music, and he played it with the best of his experience.
It did not take him long to bring her to the peak of pleasure, and he mercilessly pushed her off it.
“Aounnnn!!” She cried out his name when her mind went blank, her back arch up, and her body convulsed uncontrollably as she grabbed his hair tighter, hurting him a little.
“Ow…”
Hearing him grunt, she let go of his hair. She panted for breath with her eyes half-closed, half searching for him.
The rustling of his clothes told her what was about to come. Her heart thumped against her chest, and all of a sudden, her mind became clearer.
Aoun pulled her legs apart as he rubbed his glans against her nether lips. He glistened it in her juices, and the heat emanating from her insides flared his lust.
He looked at her and found her eyes looking right in his.
There was a little fear inside her eyes, but her love for him was pouring out too.
He carefully lined himself at her entrance, and leaned in on her, as she opened her arms invitingly.
Elena locked her arms around his neck and looked right in his eyes, finding her reflection in them. His weight pressed on her, and a bolt of pain jolted her as his glans penetrated her depths.
“Sssiii…” She whimpered but did not close her eyes.
“It will hurt a lot now…” He warned her with a light smile.
“Hurt me…” She smiled back.
Aoun nodded to her and planted a kiss on her forehead before clawing the bed with one hand, and grabbing her thigh with the other. And then he broke past her maidenhood.
“Aaaahhhh…” She cried out in pain, tears streamed out, her eyes momentarily closed shut.
He pressed her under his weight, inch by inch invading her, until he touched the door of her womb.
Elena hugged him tightly on top of her. Her gasps resounded near her ear as she caught her breath. And then she planted kisses on his head.
“I am fine…” She whispered.
Aoun chuckled after hearing her words and propped himself on his elbows. He looked at her tear-stained face that was adorned in a deep red blush, and she stole his breath away.
“What?” She embarrassedly asked, even though she could read his thoughts and feel his emotions.
“You are breathtakingly beautiful, Elena…”
“Hehe…” She giggled. “I know.” She mischievously pulled her tongue at him.
He was already on the verge of losing himself, and now, he willingly let go.
Receding from her depths, he thrust back inside of her, hard and forcefully. His movement only intensified, not worried about making it more painful for her.
Elena’s face contorted in pain, her body writhed under him, and she dug her nails in his back, clawing his shoulder blades.
From within the burning pain, bloomed pleasure. The pain numbed with each thrust, the jolts of pleasure intensified, every time he hammered on the door to her womb, sweet moans escaped her small mouth.
Aoun kept up with his deep thrusts even after her whimpers turned to moans. He did not go faster, not until she urged him to.
“Brother… go faster..” She told him under her moans, not embarrassed at all.
He obliged to her command and got wilder and bolder.
The sounds of flesh clapping resounded in the tent, layered with moans and grunts, the air was soon contaminated with a venereous scent of their lovemaking.
Aoun used all his experience to play with her body. But the warmth of her heavenly tightness, layered with wetness, and soft folds were driving him insane. There was just something about her that he could not completely dominate her. But he managed to hold on…
“Brother…” She called out to him as her back arched up.
Her body trembled, and her insides convulsed, catching him painfully as he hammered at the door of her womb, nearly breaking past it.
The orgasm hit her harder than she could have ever prepared herself for.
“Elena…” He called her name as he inseminated her womb.
Their convulsing bodies hugged each other tightly in their embrace.
When they finally regained clarity, the fire of lust hit them again.
Elena moved her hips, catering him inside of her. And his body moved again, faster, with only lust on his mind.
As the two of them lost their mind to their lust, a ring of purple light appeared at the center of their chests, and then a golden flower bloomed inside of that ring. The flower revolved, and soon the ring turned black, and then purple dew dropped on the golden flower, adorning it in pretty patterns.
They two of them were too lost in each other to pay attention to it, their minds only saw it and ignored it.
These mandalas felt like part of their souls, and they did not have to think hard to understand that they were related to the blessings of the Holy Grail.
Their lustful indulgence went on for hours, and Aoun poured all his love deep inside her depths.
When he finally regained some clarity, she was fast asleep in his arms, her head resting on his chest. In the middle of the bed, bloomed a bright flower of blood, and her fair skin had numerous bruises where he had clawed or held her tighter. There were hickeys on both of them, and then there were her bite marks on his hand, shoulders, and arms.
His heart raced as he recalled their fray, and a pleased smile appeared on his lips. It was too wild for someone's first time.
She was young, but she was monstrous in bed, almost keeping up with him.
Aoun planted a kiss on her head and closed his eyes, easily drifting off to a peaceful sleep.
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Outside the Whispering Forest, stood two men dressed in black cloaks. Their astute eyes looked deep inside the woods.
“Should we risk it?” One asked the other.
“It is night-time, those Specters are resting now. We can run the search once more.”
The first man was not too convinced by his words. This forest was after their lives, but the treasure inside was too great of an allure for them to bear.
“We should have stuck to our plan.” He grudgingly said to his partner.
The other man had no excuse. He had lost himself to his greed and plucked the spirit berries of these Specters. No one could pluck them without their consent, and he had not taken that warning seriously.
There was no point in regretting his decision now. They had to go inside and retrieve that treasure.
“That scum of an old man had to run inside this abominable forest.” He clenched his fist and rushed inside the forest, leaving a blur behind.
The partner waited a minute before following him, not keeping too close to him.
“That damned monkey. It had to interfere in our affairs.” He had his share of grudges too.
It had happened right when they caught up with that old man. He had hidden away one part of the treasure by then, but they were going to get their hands in the other if it was not for a little monkey that came out of nowhere. It snatched away the treasure from the Old Man before they could act and disappeared inside the woods.
A battle ensued between them and that old man, as he stopped them from following the monkey. They managed to kill him in the end, but at the cost of disturbing the rest of the Spectre-Trees here.
The monkey was nowhere to be found, and as if their problems were not enough, his partner had to infuriate them more by coveting their Spirit Fruits.
“Damn you…”
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!”
He had only cursed when he heard a pitiful cry from his partner. From the sound of the cry, he was sure that his partner could not be saved, and he decided to turn around to leave.
“Awwwoooo…”
However, right that instant he heard another cry. It was the cry of his Soul-Beast that had been following him, keeping a watch on his back.
A speck of red light entered his heart. He braved a cold sweat and bore the pain on his Soul. His Soul-Beast would take a lot of time to heal from that.
He called out a beast that resembled a Tiger and readied himself for the battle as he prepared his Runes.
The Forest parted, making way for something, and the ground beneath his feet trembled.
The man dropped down on his knees as soon as he saw his enemies.
He was surrounded on all sides by gigantic Spectre-Trees. The hollow red-eyes on their trunks looked at him lifelessly, and before he could even react, the battle had already ensued between his Beast and them.
A few minutes later, another pitiful cry spread inside the Whispering Forest before everything turned chillingly peaceful.
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Chapter 1/15 for July 2020.
