Chronicles of Eden - Act VIII (61 page)

“Oh, I don’t know,” Flarah mused. “I guess the world will have to wait and see, won’t it?”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Valentina scoffed. “You know you can’t hurt me, and you know I would skin you alive without breaking a sweat. Do yourself a favor and stay out of this, Flarah. You can’t beat either of us.”

“Valentina, are you trying to protect me from the big bad demon in that city?” Flarah asked curiously. “Oh my, you do fancy me as your friend, don’t you?”

“Hardly,” Valentina laughed. “I’m actually thinking of making you into a lovely fur coat I could wear while I raise my new world out from the ashes of the old.”

Flarah laughed amusedly while Valentina merely glanced back at her with a dull expression on her face.

“You two make me smile so much,” Flarah playfully said as she tilted her head up to look at the sky. “I’m going to miss our chats after you’re both dead. I really am.”

“You’re so irritating,” Valentina muttered.

“And you’re so cute,” Flarah cooed in a seductive voice.

Valentina watched the monster remaining still on the ground while her tails and hair gently ruffled in the wind, the cinders and waves of heated air blowing off her fur hinting at only a mere fraction of her power that the angel was fully aware of. It was more than apparent Flarah had no fear for either Valentina or Twilight, though what she wanted the power of the reaper for was still something the angel was unable to get an answer for.

“Whatever,” Valentina snapped as she turned away and flexed her wings. “Just stay out of my way, Flarah. I suggest you burrow deep underground and pray to survive the grand shift of this world when I make it my own. If you’re lucky I just might keep you alive afterwards as my pet, if you learn how to kneel and beg properly of course.”

With that the angel took off into the air with a mighty flap of her wings, soaring fast and far off into the distance while Flarah calmly remained seated at the top of the hill. The woman murmured with intrigue to herself while watching the clouds gently passing by overhead while she appeared not to have a care in the world.

“Sorry, but I will bow to nobody in this world. Thank you for the kind offer though, friend.”

*****

Leaning against the counter with his eyes glued to the finely polished reptile girl sword that was set on display, the weapon’s sleek steel blade showing his curious face in the reflection, Max slowly looked over the mighty sword while lightly drumming his fingers on the stand.

“What I wouldn’t give to be able to wield that,” he spoke in awe. A bright smile came across his face as he fantasized about swinging the heavy blade around effortlessly with one hand while striking at trolls and orcs without fear. He would block and parry their axes and stone hammers with taunting laughter before striking down the lustful monsters with poise and a cool smile.

“I’d be the best monster hunter Eden has ever seen,” he declared proudly to himself.

The image of him lunging across a battle-scarred field with fire and bloody corpses flashed before his eyes. With a fierce slash of his monster weapon he struck down another reptile girl, slicing through her own blade and then herself before she screamed in painful agony as she dropped down before him. Max held his sword up high, the steel dripping with fresh monster blood, as he let loose a mighty warcry that echoed across the land.

“I’d slay everything I was hired to kill, and even the ones I wasn’t. All monsters in Eden would tremble before me.”

And that’s what he envisioned next, the sight of goblins and gremlins literally cowering in fear before the young boy as they pleaded for their lustful lives. Max laughed boldly before dashing into the group of them, wildly slicing and dicing his way through the crowd that cried, bled, and peed themselves in sheer fright from his relentless assault.

“To any that dared try to touch another human again, they would have to answer to Max Harollson!”

A vicious swipe of his blade to the left cut down a menacing orc.

“I would be unstoppable!”

A heavy swing to the right ended the life of a skittering arachne.

“I would be awesome!”

A wild spin behind him sliced off the head of a large troll.

“And I would finally get myself a girlfriend!”

Walking amidst the hazy battlefield Max boldly marched through the field of monster corpses, every single one of the lustful fiends having been struck down by the young boy and his oversized weapon. He came up to a gremlin that was trying to crawl away on her stomach in horrible pain, the monster looking back to him with fright before he pierced his blade through her and into the ground. As the gremlin let out its last dying howl Max walked past it towards where a young woman was feebly lying on the ground with her clothing in tatters.

“Don’t worry,”
Max spoke in a cool voice as he knelt down to lift the girl into his arms.
“You’re safe now. Every last one of those stupid monsters are dead.”

“Oh, Max,”
Milly swooned with a bashful expression, her large breasts bouncing once as she was lifted up by the much smaller boy.
“You were so brave and awesome. How can I ever repay you for saving my life? I’ll do
anything
you ask. Please, do what you will with me.”

Max stood still before the reptile girl sword on display in their home with a blank expression on his face. After a long while of silence he promptly punched himself in the head then groaned loudly while pulling on his hair.

“Why would you imagine that?” he exclaimed while trying to push the image of his sister out of his mind. “What is wrong with you? I hate this, I need to find girls my own age to talk to. Actually, I just need to find anyone else to talk to. I hate being stuck out here in the middle of nowhere like this.”

With a heavy sigh he walked away from the monster weapon, his daydream about wielding it having been ruined by the provocative image of his own sister slipping into his mind. He rubbed his face tiredly while making his way towards the backroom, an irritated groan escaping his mouth as he grumbled to himself in annoyance.

“I need to find a girl my own age to talk to, or for that matter I just need friends. What’s going to happen to me if the only people I ever get to really see are my sisters?”

He walked through the curtain out of the front store then stopped with a jump. Inside the backroom there were shelves and tables lined all around with boxes and wares of all manner set about. Bits and materials of armor, weaponry, tools, and clothing were cluttered among the shelves that reached up to the ceiling, with no particular order to how they were arranged of course, and a lantern was hung from the ceiling to help illuminate the room since the window to the side was nearly blocked off by large boxes stacked up high. The doorway to the side led to the kitchen and there was a staircase straight ahead leading up to the living quarters above the ground floor. Everything was just as it always was from day to day at their home for Max, including the sight of his sisters once again engrossed in their work.

“Mae, where’s the leggings with the chainmail from the other day?” Mika asked while on a stepladder to search the higher shelves. As usual when not on duty or tending to customers she was without her sword, plated elbow guards, leather vest, and most of her clothes for that matter. Being only dressed in a tight fitting gray shirt and dark panties her figure was way more noticeable to all around her, especially with the way her hips seemed to sway all on their own as if to draw attention to her rear.

“Um, I think up there,” Mae replied as she turned to point towards a shelf to Mika’s right. Like her sister she too was only wearing something light and revealing, a light blue bra and panties while in her mouth she had a screwdriver held in place. On a small table next to her the girl’s automatic crossbow clicked then automatically fired an arrow out that struck the wall with a loud thwack.

“Geez, you’ve still got that thing armed?” Milly exclaimed as all the sisters jumped and looked towards the bolt, with the blonde’s hop bouncing her large breasts while she, unlike her sisters, was completely nude as she stood in the middle of the room. Her clothing, which consisted of a simple white shirt that had a few rips around the chest from her impressive bust and pink panties with small yellow flowers adoring it, was still lying on the floor at her feet and forgotten about as she had become sidetracked with packing assorted armaments into a crate for storage. The girl had two large double-bladed axes in her hands that she held with no problem while in front of her in the wooden box were swords and blades of various designs packed close together with the polished tips and ends sticking up.

“Sorry,” Mae apologized around her screwdriver as she quickly unclicked and pulled off the wire clip of arrows from the touchy weapon. “I’m still working on it.”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to keep that thing loaded?” Mika lectured as she leaned over to the side to grab at a box on the high shelf. As she did she gracefully held one leg out to the other side to balance herself, her panties then being pulled up between her rear cheeks as she shifted her hips around a bit to keep herself steady.

“Yeah, that’s really dangerous,” Milly scolded. She then shoved one of the axes she had into the crate handle first, wedging the weapon into place with a happy smile before blinking then pulling her hand out with a frown as it had a few cuts on it.

“Dang it. Not again.”

“Milly,” Mae sighed. “We keep telling
you
to pack the sharp weapons in with the handles facing
up
. What you’re doing is far more dangerous than me keeping my crossbow loaded.”

“No it isn’t,” Milly argued with a pout. “Your crossbow keeps shooting even when you don’t want it to. Besides, if we only see the handles sticking up we won’t know what they belong to, now will we? Dummy.”

“But that crate is filled completely,” Mae pointed out while keeping the screwdriver held in her mouth. “You can’t even reach into there to grab the handles without hurting yourself.”

“Yes you can!” Milly snapped. She tried to reach in and take out a sword before yanking her hand back with a yelp. She held the newest cut she got from a rapier to her mouth with a whine before giving Mae a dull glance as her sister was smirking at her.

“You can,” Milly stubbornly defended before turning around to look away. She then noticed Max standing in the room just staring at them with a troubled frown.

“Max? Are you okay?” Milly asked.

“What’s wrong?” Mae wondered.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out cutting up more firewood?” Mika questioned with a glance towards him.

Max slowly looked around at his sisters as they obviously had no issue being half or completely naked in front of him. Gazing over towards Mika he strained to keep his eyes from staring at her ass as it gently waved to him with the girl’s panties wedged in deep. Moving his eyes over towards Milly he saw the girl lightly waving her injured hand with a whine, her movements making her large breasts bounce about as if trying to call to him. With a small gulp he glanced over to Mae who was watching him innocently from behind her glasses, the girl gently taking hold of the screwdriver in her mouth with her lips appearing to lightly caress it while the image of her in that way seemed to suggest a more lecherous daydream was going to happen with Max later on.

Max remained quiet while furiously reminding himself in his head that these were his sisters, with the girls watching him curiously as he twitched slightly now and again. After a while he lowered his head and forced a brave expression.

“Somebody. Please. Help me,” he quietly prayed with all his might.

A bell jingling from the store signaled the front door opening. Taking that as a way to escape the room and any lewd thoughts trying to get into his mind Max quickly bolted out of the backroom in haste, leaving the curtain gently flowing back down behind him while his sisters remained still with puzzled looks.

“Good day,” Max greeted as he hopped behind the front counter with a big smile. “Welcome to Trixton Pass. How can I help you?”

Standing before the counter were two women dressed in stainless steel armor. At their hips they had swords sheathed in elegant white and red scabbards, around their waists they had golden embroidery belts, their breastplates showed their womanly figures while on the right shoulder guards each had a very recognizable insignia. It was a decorative crest in the shape of a yellow shield with a crimson mountaintop set inside of it. A blue sash was drawn above the shield with three stars painted across it.

Max eyed the two guards who had proud stances and stalwart expressions on their faces. After seeing the crest on their shoulders he jumped a bit and pointed to them as he couldn’t believe who they were.

“Wait, are you two… from…”

“Are the Harollson Sisters here today?” one of the knights asked.

“We have a message for them from Queen Leanna,” the other formally announced.

Max stuttered some form of nonsensical babble for a moment then smiled nervously and nodded a few times.

“Y-Yes, they’re here. Um, one- one second, I’ll go get them dressed- I mean I’ll go get them for you.”

With a nervous chuckle he took a few slow steps back while the knights watched him with raised eyebrows, the boy then quickly stumbling over towards the curtain and poking his head through.

“Um, girls? Two- two knights from Rockhelm are here with a message for you from the queen.”

“Ha ha,” Milly dryly replied. “You’re so funny, Max.”

“Who is it really?” Mika asked.

“Honestly, Max,” Mae giggled. “You’re not very good with telling lies.”

“I’m not lying!” Max stressed out.

“Remember when you peed the bed and tried to tell us you spilled lemonade on it?” Milly laughed.

“Milly!” Max whined while glancing back to see the two knights still watching him in question.

“As if lemonade would smell like pee! Haha!”

“Milly, shut up, I’m serious!” Max desperately implored.

“Why would knights from Rockhelm come way out here to see us?” Mae skeptically asked.