Chronicles of Eden - Act VI (46 page)

“Yeah, so worth it,” Scay giggled with a hand lightly held over her mouth.

“You’re not coming with us!” Rulo shouted out.

“Get lost, now!” Forrus roared at the neko.

Sasha hissed and brought her sword forth towards the new girls before Daemon took her hand and lowered it, with all eyes then watching as he looked between Tabitha and Scay before shaking his head slightly.

“You two do realize that I don’t need your help at all, right?” he dryly asked.

“Of course you don’t,” Tabitha answered with a small bow, taking a moment to then nudge Scay to get the naga to do the same before smiling curiously at the swordsman. “From what we’ve seen and heard you need no assistance whatsoever with finding those elusive treasures. But we’re still being paid to aid you however we can, and much like those three with you who also are not needed by you, we wish to remain by your side and do what we can to help. If they can stay with you then surely it would be alright if we did as well, at least until your mission is over and we get paid. Would that be okay with you?”

Daemon watched as the neko and naga smiled hopefully at him before he started walking away along the overlook, taking a few steps then stopping with his eyes kept forward while the girls all waited anxiously for his decision.

“Do as you wish,” he said with a shrug. “As long as you know what you’re getting yourself into, that’s your choice. Just don’t slow us down or get in our way.”

Sasha, Rulo, and Forrus held in their growls of discontent as they glared at Tabitha and Scay before reluctantly walking over toward Daemon and standing by his side.

“If that is his choice, then so be it,” Sasha stated before looking back to Tabitha with a cold glare. “But we’ll be watching you two. If you try anything stupid you’ll be dead before you know it.”

“If you get in our way you’ll regret it,” Rulo snapped before looking away with a grunt.

“Just give me an excuse, neko,” Forrus growled at Tabitha before turning away from her.

Daemon and his girls started walking away while Tabitha and Scay slowly followed after, the two new followers glancing to each other with winks before quickly catching up to the group.

“So,” Tabitha said as she trotted over next to Daemon before Rulo grabbed her tail and yanked her back, the neko stumbling before catching her balance and glaring at the orc. “Now that we’re all on the same
team
, there is still one question we didn’t get an answer for. Just what are those artifacts for anyway?”

“What do they do?” Scay eagerly asked with a wide smile while hanging onto Forrus’s arm, the lycan then shaking her off and shoving her away with a grunt. “What do they do? Tell us, please? Please please PLEASE?
Nrrghmmm
I really want to know.”

Daemon glanced over to Sasha who was at his side as she always had been since they first met, her eyes meeting his then looking down to the satchel at her hip which she held one hand over and kept close with. The reptile girl then looked back to Tabitha and Scay while Forrus and Rulo watched the new girls with discontent as they all walked together with their swordsman.

“They are the keys to something that must remain buried in this world.”

*****

Slowly her eyes opened, ears picking up the sound of those sleeping near her along with one in particular who was snoring very loudly. Her vision cleared and showed the ceiling above with the two lanterns hung from the rafters which had no flames lit, although everything appeared illuminated with a cerulean hue to her eyes as she slowly sat up in bed.

Looking to her left she saw Specca and Daniel sleeping with Alyssa on the other side of the boy who was snoring very loudly on his back. Specca and Alyssa showed no irritation to the sound at all as they cuddled closer to him and were holding onto his chest in their sleep while both having peaceful expressions on their faces.

Turning to her right she saw Luna sleeping quietly beside her with Pip nuzzled in between her breasts, the tiny fairy dreaming with a smile on her face as she tenderly held onto the butterfly girl’s chest during the night. Beside them Falla was sleeping with her back turned to them, her wings drooping low under the covers as she dreamed peacefully despite the loud echoing of Daniel’s snoring. And curled into her usual nighttime ball above the butterfly was Squeak, the ant girl squeaking quietly in her sleep while her antennae twitched slightly now and again during her dream.

Gazing around the cabin her mind was blurry and unfocused, not a single coherent thought coming across her as she slowly crawled forward across the bed and quietly stood up in front of it as if in a trance. Looking down to her body and breasts she slowly brushed her blonde hair with blue streaks back over her shoulders before remaining still as nothing but Daniel made a sound in the caravan. After a while she slowly walked towards the wardrobe with silent steps, eyes going from one outfit to another before she picked out something that seemed to call to her. She slipped on a short white miniskirt with black frills on the bottom, donned a white low-cut belly bearing shirt with black edgings and shoulder straps, attached her usual bracelet with its green gemstone to her left wrist, and fastened a dark belt with golden embroidery around her waist. Pausing for a moment she then put on her gray boots before slowly walking towards the entryway, eyes glancing around at the interior of the cabin as if having never seen it before while she made not a sound with each step she took.

Walking outside through the black curtain she stood on the front seat of the caravan, a calm breeze blowing against her as her eyes looked around at The Outerlands they had made camp in. With a graceful hop she jumped from the ride and landed on the ground, taking a moment to look down at her feet before slowly walking forward again. Everything was illuminated for her with a cerulean tone, with Lucky being seen with a faint orange glow as he slept in his grass bedding nearby. The horse grunted then quickly awoke with a startle and got to his feet, backing up away from her while bucking about anxiously. She watched him seem to become afraid of her then continued walking on, paying the horse no mind while she gazed around at the surrounding land in silence.

She then stopped and turned her head towards the large hillside nearby, watching as the grass along the slope swayed slightly in the wind while she felt the presence of two others over on the other side of it. Heavy flaps were heard behind her before she began to lift into the air, her eyes looking down at seeing her feet dangling under her with the sight of the caravan and Lucky dropping further below. She then flew over the hill and looked down at seeing a large clearing behind some trees, and two faint glows coming from a centaur and an elf who were close to one another near a tree across the field. Hovering above them she saw the elf picking out arrows from the tree and placing them in the quiver on her back. The centaur was looking around the field while speaking to her friend before looking up then jumping with a scream.

With that she quickly descended down towards them, wind rushing by her as she flew down before slamming down on the ground with a hard impact in front of the girls.

“What the fuck?” Clover cried out as she spun around then backed up against the tree with wide eyes of surprise.

“Oh my god,” Kroanette breathed out with hands held over her mouth, eyes staring with shock while her legs wobbled below her.

Rising up from her hard landing they saw Triska smiling at them with softly glowing blue eyes, dressed in her new apparel, and having large demonic wings spread out behind her. The insides of the limbs were a dark blue while the edges and spines were pitch black, with the demonic tail and its pointed end that swayed about behind her being just as dark in color.

“Triska,” Kroanette nervously said while backing up a few steps. “Wh… what happened to you?”

Triska started walking towards Clover with a calm smile on her face, the elf then quickly grabbing an arrow from her quiver and taking aim at her.

“Clover, don’t!” Kroanette cried out before the elf shot the arrow, the bolt flying through the air until Triska snatched it with one hand before it struck her in the face. She then tossed the arrow aside with a chuckle and kept walking towards Clover, the elf staring with shock at her as she pressed back against the tree as much as she could.

“You came after me when I was in trouble,” Triska gently said before reaching out and holding Clover by the shoulder against the tree forcibly. The elf grabbed her hand and tried to budge it to no avail before Triska leaned closer and rested her other hand on the girl’s cheek. “You’re not such a bad girl after all, Clover. Certainly not at all like a Darker One. I never did thank you properly for all that you did.”

“Get away from me, you bitch!” Clover yelled out.

Triska smirked at the girl then kissed her deeply, the elf then screaming into her mouth as Triska held her close with a firm grip. Kroanette whimpered and backed up with hands holding onto her hair as she watched Clover struggling and screaming with eyes shut tight. The elf then slowly quieted down before slumping against the tree in Triska’s arms, her hands weakly trying to push the girl off her before dropping down to her sides and letting go of her bow.

“Triska… what are you doing?” Kroanette shakily asked as she saw Triska lean back with her kiss and smile seductively at the elf. Upon letting go Clover dropped to the ground while appearing to be unconscious, a faint blush on her cheeks while some of Triska’s saliva remained on her lips.

“Oh, Kroanette,” Triska said turning her glowing eyes to the centaur. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you just now. I wasn’t even paying attention to you, how very rude of me.”

“No… stay back,” Kroanette pleaded shaking her head and backing up as Triska started walking towards her.

“What’s wrong, Kroanette? Aren’t you happy to see me again?” Triska asked with a wicked smile forming on her face. Kroanette watched with horror as the girl gave off a powerfully dark aura suddenly, her eyes becoming cold and piercing as she advanced on the centaur. “I’m feeling
so
much better now. You have no idea what this feels like. It’s almost like I’ve been reborn. Like I’m seeing the world for the first time. Isn’t this wonderful, Kroanette?”

“Triska, stop, you’re scaring me!”

“Triska’s not here anymore,” Triska spoke shaking her head, causing Kroanette to scream in terror before turning to run away. She galloped for only a few moments before Triska suddenly flew around and landed down in front of her, causing the centaur to scream again and stumble back down onto her side. “No, no, it’s only me now. Triska’s sleeping. Say bye-bye to Triska, Kroanette. She’s not coming back. She’s never coming back, hahahahahaha!”

“No, Triska,” Kroanette gasped as she tried scooting away on her side from the demonic girl who started advancing towards her again. “You can’t have turned into this, you can’t! You can’t have become a cambion! Wake up! Please, snap out of it!”

The centaur screamed before Triska knelt down in front of her and grabbed her shoulders, the girl then shoving Kroanette down onto the ground hard and leaning close to her face while holding one of her cheeks.

“Don’t you want us to get closer still, Kroanette?” Triska slyly asked before licking her lips. “I don’t think you’ve kissed me once before, don’t you want to give that a try still? Maybe we’ll grow closer together because of it, hahahahaha!”

Kroanette screamed before Triska forcibly kissed her, silencing the centaur’s cries for help and holding her firmly on the ground. The centaur kicked about and struggled to push Triska off her as her mind started to streak with a blinding light, her thoughts bleeding into a hazy blur before she slowly began to lose consciousness. Her hands weakly tried to push Triska away before dropping down beside her head, her leg giving one last kick before she quietly moaned as a powerful blast of pleasure shot through her and knocked her out.

After a while Triska leaned back from the kiss and stood up, watching with a sly smile as Kroanette twitched slightly with a blush on her cheeks and some of the teen’s saliva on her lips still. Triska chuckled then looked up at the moon as she felt a powerful feeling surging through her now, her tail whipping behind her sharply as she laughed heartily with glowing blue eyes.

“I’m awake now, I’m really awake now! Finally, this world is mine for the taking!”

Kroanette stirred then slowly opened her eyes which gave off a faint bluish glow for a moment. She looked up to Triska as the demonic girl stood over her with wings spread out and a cold smile on her face. After staring at her as if in a trance Kroanette slowly smiled lovingly with a gentle sigh escaping her mouth.

“Mistress,” she respectfully said as she got up onto her knees and bowed before the girl.

Triska chuckled at seeing the centaur kneeling before her then watched Clover walking towards them with her bow in hand and a mean smile on her face.

“How can I be of service, mistress?” Clover asked with a humble bow to the girl.

“Now now, ladies,” the demonic girl laughed shaking her head. “No need for such trivial formalities. You two are going to be my slaves until the end of your days; we might as well keep things casual between us. Don’t you agree?”

“Whatever you say, Triska,” Kroanette agreed as she stood up next to her.

“I told you before, Triska’s not here anymore,” the demonic girl corrected her with a smirk. “Don’t speak to me as if I’m that weak human you once knew.”

“Sorry,” Kroanette quickly apologized with a nervous smile. “Well, um, what shall we call you then?”

The cambion motioned with both of her hands for them to kneel before her, which the two girls promptly did while watching her with adoring eyes. She held a hand to her chin and looked up at the stars above with a curious murmur then started chuckling in amusement as she thought of the answer.

“Oh, what the fuck,” she laughed shaking her head. “The old bitch wanted to call me that before I was born, I suppose the least I could do is honor that silly desire of hers now that she’s dead. Kind of has a nice ring to it anyway now that I think about it.”