Lucifina gingerly sat in her rocking chair, her hands folded and resting in her lap. She gently rocked back and forth, a very slight creak emanating from the wooden floor beneath her. Faint golden rays of the dim daylight shone through the window, bouncing off her unkempt golden-brown hair. This light also illuminated the modest white nightgown she wore. Lucifina''s bright blue eyes gazed ahead through the window, captivated by the enchanting scene playing out before her.
Outside the modest dwelling, a man lightly jogged across a small patch of grass. This was Lucifina''s husband, Marcellus.
Marcellus grinned as he briefly hopped, planting his feet into the ground with a thud when he fell back down. Glancing quickly over his right shoulder, the Former Hero spotted a small form stomping right for him with reckless abandon. Marcellus''s right eye widened, and so did his grin.
Just as the small figure was out to run into him, he leaped high in the air again in a feat that easily allowed him to dodge the "attack". When he landed, though, the purple-haired man found that his chaser had already spun around with great speed and was barreling at him once again just as quickly as the man had landed. Resigning himself to his fate, Marcellus allowed the small blur to tackle him to the ground, laughing as he fell into the grass.
"Ah, Luka you got me!" The man cried with mock defeat before laughing as he locked the boy into a tight embrace. Eventually, the man pried Luka off of himself and climbed to his feet. He looked to the setting sun, his left eye noticeably squinting harshly, even the softened rays of the evening seeming to agitate the eye.
He looked to his son, "Well, it looks as if it''s time to call it a night, my boy. We don''t want to be out for too long when the Sun goes down." Luka laughed at his Father''s comment, spurring the man to heave his son into the air, catching and then cradling him into his arms despite the boy''s excited flailing.
Marcellus climbed the steps, eyeing the back window with a grin as he did. Pressing the door open with his foot, he stepped loudly into the home and dropped his son feet-first onto the ground. "Yes, now that the night is nearly upon on us, it is time to wash ourselves!" Being very familiar with what bath time was, the small boy dashed away to prepare himself for the end of the day.
His scuttling got another laugh from the Father, who watched Luka run for the bathroom. The man turned to look at his wife, meeting her loving gaze. "Oh Marcellus, I can''t imagine a more wonderful Father existing, you know?" Lucifina cooed, watching her Husband as he huffed in breath.
Marcellus chuckled, walking over to her as he wiped away a bead of sweat from above his eyes. "A title I will carry with diligence, if I must." He said, eyes twinkling with mischief. The purple-haired man cautiously took his wife''s hands into his own, and she tentatively rose out of the chair, legs quivering just a bit as she did. Even with his hampering sight, though, the Hero noticed this with a slight frown growing on his face.
He looked back in the direction where Luka had run, "Still not talking much, is he?" Marcellus asked, to which Lucifina shook her head, "He will speak to me from time to time, but only so many words..." Lucifina hesitated, "...I''m afraid that he doesn''t respond much to me, Marcellus."
The taller man took his wife into a gentle hug and whispered into her ear, "I''m sure it all will come to him in due time. As long as he has his loving Mother," He gave her a light shake, causing the woman to giggle as Marcellus released the hug, "And his strong Father to support him, then I''m sure he will grow up to be a fine young man. You saw how he was out there, even if his words aren''t all there, his sense of balance and body control is staggering! I''m afraid that soon the boy will move swifter than me in my prime."
Marcellus sighed, "As long as he doesn''t get taller than me, I may still stand a chance!" Lucifina laughed, before staring into her Husband''s eyes for a couple heartbeats, finding solace in the pools of blue before nodding with a smile. "You''re right, as always. Perhaps I worry too much..."
Marcellus was about to reply before a slight quake in his wife''s legs made him pause. That was a tell-tale sign of weakness brewing in the muscles. He''d seen it in her many times before. "I will give Luka his bath tonight again if you wish..." The normally bright eyes of the former Angel dimmed somewhat, a sadness brewing in her. Lucifina gave a slow, begrudged nod, "Yes, if you would please."
It was shameful to Lucifina that she needed her Husband to tend to Luka''s needs because of her shortcomings. Truth be told, Lucifina hadn''t been able to give her son a proper bath in weeks at that point. It was a miracle that the boy was growing more independent, for the things that he still needed help with were becoming increasingly difficult for her to do.
More and more, Marcellus had to overcompensate in order to help take care of Luka as Lucifina''s physical state started to deteriorate.
Watching Luka growing up while she steadily had to become more and more uninvolved was a bittersweet pill for her to swallow. On one hand, she was amazed while watching his ever-quickening progress. While on the other, she loathed her weakness as it slowly made her lose the ability to be a part of that growth. Marcellus hesitated, saddened by his wife''s depressed state, but couldn''t find any words that seemed fitting to uplift her demeanor.
So instead, he changed the subject, "Will you be going to bed soon then, my dear?" She shook her head, "Not quite yet I think I shall wait for you..." A playful gleam found its way into her eyes, "... I want to show you my appreciation for all you do for me."
Marcellus smirked, knowing the undertone quite well. "Hmm, well, I''ll be done soon," he raised a finger, "Wouldn''t want to be known as a man who keeps his woman waiting, would I?"
Lucifina giggled, then twirled to face away from Marcellus, beginning to make her way down to their bedroom. Not without putting a little more sway in her strides, of course.
The purple-haired man took a moment to admire his Wife, silently thanking Ilias for sending such a woman into his life. Once Lucifina rounded the corner, however, Marcellus''s grin faded slowly and was replaced by concern. They could dance around the subject, but the truth hadn''t changed. No, it had only grown worse and worse as time went on. There was no identified affliction, not one that any of Ilias Village''s doctors could - or were willing - to identify.
All that they could tell the couple was that Lucifina''s body seemed to be shutting down.
That day had been the first in many years to render Marcellus so unfathomably angry. Here he was, supposedly having been such a great Hero in his youth, but he couldn''t do a damn thing to help his Wife as she ever so slowly became more and more crippled by some unknown ailment. It was a type of weakness he wasn''t used to having: absolute helplessness.
Marcellus bowed his head, a terrible shame grasping him for a moment.
Eventually he stood straight and began to walk to the house''s washroom, trying to banish his negative thoughts. Lucifina had already lectured him on how he shouldn''t burden responsibility on himself when he was not at fault, but the ill-conceived thoughts continued to lurk at the back of his mind.
The Father reached the end of his short walk to the house''s bathroom but found himself pausing at the door. He quirked an eyebrow, noticing something off in his last step. Glancing down, he noticed a growing puddle of water rushing by his feet. Recoiling, the man all but ripped the door off its hinges to see that his wonderful son had diligently started running the bath but had allowed the water to overflow the tub while doing so!
Luka, seeing his Father''s horrified face, merely laughed.
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Lucifina, meanwhile, prepared herself as she waited for her Husband to arrive. It was an arduous process just to disrobe, as the Fallen Angel had to work at a pace that even a snail would scoff at. While it wasn''t necessarily her fault, it was still all the more frustrating. The simple truth was that repressing her Angelic powers was beginning to catch up to her. An Angel, after all, was supposed to be in tune with Holy magic, not cut off from it.
However, that hadn''t stopped her from sealing her powers away, and no matter how awful the pain, she would not reconnect herself to Ilias. Even if it meant speeding up her death, Lucifina would not return to serving that "Goddess". As glorious as she had felt in the past while serving Ilias, Lucifina felt nothing but shame for it now, a shame that made her hide her true identity when she first fell from Heaven.
Even her own loving Husband didn''t know the truth of her identity, and in her mind that was for the better.
Slipping off her pale nightgown, the now nude Angel crawled onto the silk sheets with a slight tumble, not bothering to appear graceful since Marcellus would most likely not be due to come to her for a good while. She smiled in contentment as she snuggled under the bed covering, ''Ah Marcellus, who knows where I would be now without you and Luka...''
Turning her blue eyes to the window, Lucifina watched the dying light of the Sun bleed through the cracks of the window, day fading into night right before her very eyes. For a moment, she was saddened as the golden rays began to remind her of Heaven and the Goddess whose memory she had just cursed moments ago in her head.
Truly, despite her hatred for what Ilias had done, there was a time when she had resided in Heaven happily. For Ilias''s ways weren''t always so hypocritical and evil. No, years of trying to control humanity and destroy all Monsters had warped and changed Ilias into something much more brutal than what Lucifina had known when she was first created.
''It seems so distant now, but I remember my first prayer to Ilias even now. Upon creation, I thanked her for bringing me to life.'' The ex-Seraph sighed at her reminiscing, ''She had seemed so benevolent back then, so justified in her wrath towards Monsters...'' Lucifina signed, laying back deeper into the pillows.
Lucifina lost track of time as the last rays of sunlight faded and darkness enveloped the sky, waiting for her doting Husband to return from putting their son to bed. Her gaze lingered on the spot where the light had once been, and she felt a pang of longing for what she had left behind in Heaven.
While tugging gently on her wedding band, Lucifina thought about Marcellus and their life together on Earth. The silver ring was a tangible reminder of both her past and present, a connection between two Worlds.
But it also reminded her of what she would never give up.
So preoccupied in her thoughts, Lucifina hadn''t even noticed a freshly showered Marcellus enter the bedroom. He crept up to the bed slowly, almost at a crawl, trying to get into just the right position...
...Before jumping into the bed without any warning!
Lucifina yelped, being thrown a significant distance into the air from the impact. "Marcellus!" She gasped, "Don''t do such a thing when I am deep in thought!" The playful gleam from before danced in the chuckling man''s eyes as a wide smile appeared on his face. "Don''t think too deeply now, I wouldn''t want you to hurt yourself."
The Fallen Angel scoffed at her Husband before grabbing him by his arm, "Now, now~" She pulled the man towards her, locking lips with him quickly and pulling away just as fast. "If you are thinking of taking this further, then flattery will do you much better than jesting, my Hero."
Marcellus traced a hand up his Wife''s arm, chills spreading through her by the action. "My apologies, Lucifina. Will you allow me to make it up to you?"
The Fallen Angel''s expression began to morph into that of hunger, and she brought her arm up and around her husband''s head, cradling it for a moment, "Gladly~" And with a speed not often seen from the former Seraph, she jerked him towards her so that the couple could indulge in each other.
Unbeknownst to either of the two, they were not alone.
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Carefully peeking through the window, Cupid watched from outside the house as the scene unfolded. It was an invasion of privacy, but Cupid couldn''t help herself. Although, it wasn''t as if she really cared, either. Finding an active pair of humans to observe was difficult enough, let alone a couple that had sex so often. To Cupid, it seemed like a blessing from Ilias above herself.
''With the pace they kept, one would think that they were trying for another child!'' The Angel of Love thought to herself in amusement, leaning with one hand against the side of the house, and with the other...
...Well, one might say she was putting that hand to good use.
Cupid feasted her eyes at the sight of Marcellus hovering over Lucifina, trailing his lips down her neck and body, enraptured by the display of passion. ''Sensual and romantic... I wonder if Luka will inherit the same talent for such things.'' Cupid couldn''t contain the excited giggle that erupted from her, ''As good as this may be, I think I would prefer something straighter to the point...''
The Angel of Love continued to watch, amazed at how the man caressed and groped Lucifina''s body, taking note of how she seemed to tremble at each touch. She then noticed Marcellus reach down between Lucifina''s legs, in the same spot Cupid had put her own hand to once this had first started...
...Except at least the Angel of Love had actually been wearing underwear beneath her dress, unlike Lucifina, who had apparently only had the nightgown on.
''I would never have guessed she''d be such a fan of easy access. I guess that''s why she only wears that horrid-looking nightgown." Cupid giggled, the lust-filled chuckled echoing through the night. ''Though I think I''ll take that page from your book, Lucifina. Being able to cut so quickly to the chase could be useful for my intentions with your son...''
Lucifina bent and buckled, grasping at the sheets and gasping as her Husband serviced her. The Peeping Angel outside their window happily noticed the man seemed to be nearly ready for the next step of this situation, or at least, that''s what his now hardened member seemed to imply. Cupid gazed, mesmerized, as the man got into position to impale the eager ex-Seraph beneath him.
Cupid''s hand was working into overdrive, rubbing feverishly against her soaked panties, pressing against her sensitive flesh through the cloth.
Lucifina gasped, excitement overcoming her as Marcellus teased his needy Wife''s vulnerable entrance by rubbing against it instead of going right in as soon as possible. Cupid was actively short of breath, feeling a familiar building-up of arousal flow through her. "Come on, you tease! Just get to the good part, nail her down already!" The peeping-Angel encouraged.
However, right when Marcellus was about to unknowingly fulfill the request...
...Trouble appeared.
"Cupid!?"A hushed, but harsh voice whispered from behind the Angel. Cupid''s heart nearly leaped from her throat as she spun around, eyes that were previously filled with lust now showing fear. Standing before her was someone she hadn''t expected to see.
It was Valkyrie, an Angel specialized for battle. Her steel blue eyes glared daggers at Cupid, a familiar dissatisfaction radiating from her.
Valkyrie''s ridiculously long pearl-white hair spilled down nearly to her knees as she marched forward to Cupid. Her Angelic armor adorned her chest, arms, and lower legs alone, leaving the rest of her either bare or covered in similarly colored spandex, as the occasion didn''t warrant her wearing her full gear. Nevertheless, her appearance made the Angel glow with majesty in the moonlit night, giving her an appropriately ethereal glow.
This, coupled with Cupid being literally caught with her "pants down", made it a frustratingly embarrassing moment for the Angel of Love.
"Valkyrie!" Cupid hissed, furiously pulling her panties up in a vain attempt to recover her already waning modesty, "What the hell are you doing here!?"
Valkyrie said nothing to reply, instead looking up and down at her fellow Angel in disgust. She recoiled slightly upon spotting a viscous liquid rolling down Cupid''s leg, shining faintly in the moonlight.
Lowering her eyebrows, Valkyrie hardened her glare at Cupid. "Your behavior is reprehensible and embarrassing, Cupid. Masturbating in private is sinful enough, but in to do it public as well? Where is your shame!?" Despite the difference in power and authority between the two, The Angel of Love shot an indignant look at Valkyrie.
"I simply indulge in Earthly pleasures from time to time; no Commandments are saying I can''t, after all." Cupid pulled up her loose shoulder strap to straighten her attire, "Maybe you should try it sometime. It might help you loosen up some!" The pink-eyed Angel hissed.
Valkyrie scowled at the suggestion, saying, "To do such a thing would be an insult to my training at becoming an Archangel." She whispered back as she put a hand on her hip, loosening her posture somewhat before she continued, "Eden sent me to monitor you. She had said you were slacking off in your reporting as of late."Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.
Valkyrie gestured towards Cupid with some disgust, "I see now what has had you so preoccupied, though I had assumed that if it were you, then it was no doubt something lewd."
Cupid rolled her eyes, and responded, "Listen, tell that woman that daily reports are absolutely unnecessary. Toddlers don''t change that much in a day, Valkyrie!" The War Angel waved dismissively, harshly hissing out, "Whether you like it or not is of no relevance; it is an order from your superior, and you will follow it."
Cupid threw her hands up, exasperated by the lengthy interruption. "Okay, okay, fine! I''ll give her a stupid report about how nothing has changed since yesterday!" The Angel of Love quickly turned away to peer into the window once more, much to Valkyrie''s outrage.
"Cupid, I did not permit you to continue your depravity!" Valkyrie marched right up behind Cupid, reaching the window right alongside the Angel. Without meaning to, the War Angel glanced through the blinds herself, catching a glimpse of what was transpiring.
In the Full Moon''s gleam, one could see that things had escalated greatly between the couple. Marcellus had successfully impaled Lucifina and was now quickly thrusting in and out of her. Lucifina''s feet were pointed towards the ceiling, her legs straddling the former Hero''s strong shoulders.
Being practically bent in half looked awkward, but judging from the look on Lucifina''s face, it must''ve been worth the trouble. That and Lucifina wasn''t exactly the quiet one; the two Peeping Angels could hear her moans very clearly.
Cupid and Valkyrie watched with lustful enjoyment and morbid curiosity as Marcellus pounded away at his Wife, the bed shaking and creaking under the strain of the force. Cupid''s hushed voice purred, "Mmm, no wonder they were able to have a child. With breeding methods like this, it''s less about if she could become pregnant, but when~"
Valkyrie hated to agree with such a statement, but as she watched the sensual display, she couldn''t help but acknowledge it in a whisper. "Yes, his technique is impressive. However, such a thing is of no interest to us Angels. What Lucifina is partaking in is a sin."
Cupid sighed, "Yes, it is. But isn''t there something so enthralling about it? Look at them, Valkyrie. Look at their impassioned faces; can you not see the desperation, the need for a release!?" Despite her aversion to Human intimacy, Valkyrie could not force herself to look away this time. She gazed upon Lucifina''s face, analyzing her expressions.
The Fallen Angel''s blue eyes were fixated upon her lover, a manic arousal burning in her stare. Her hands tightly grasped the ruffled bedsheets, tugging on the silk as Marcellus rammed into her ceaselessly. The longer the Valkyrie watched, the more she felt something awaken within her.
Then, things began to ramp up.
Lucifina, seemingly desiring an escalation, released the sheets and dug her fingers into her Husband''s purple hair. From outside, the two could hear the Fallen Angel call out to Marcellus even as he continued to thrust. "There is no need to be g-gentle, I can take it, all of it!"
Marcellus thrusted once more, eliciting a gasp from his Wife as he held his entire length inside for a moment. He exhaled before smirking, "My pleasure."
He grabbed his Wife by her hips, pulling and rotating the both of them until he stood at the bedside while she hung halfway off, with her legs still hanging on his shoulders. She squealed when he wrapped his arms around her, holding on to him in preparation. Then, the man hoisted her up into the air, all with his member still inside, as Lucifina giggled in her lustful haze.
Meanwhile, outside, both Angels watched in awe as the man was able to thrust upwards now, causing his Wife to quite literally bounce on his member. Cupid subtly glanced back at her fellow Angel, somewhat surprised that Valkyrie was still watching something she considered unworthy of an Angel''s interest. At that moment, Cupid noticed something that caused her to gape at the War Angel in shock.
The look on Valkyrie''s face was one she had seen many times before in her long tenure as the Angel of Love, for she had watched many consummations of all types, from virgins to veterans and often even mixes of both. The reaction on Valkyrie''s face was most definitely that of intense interest. From her wide steel-blue eyes to her parted mouth, there was even a heavy blush forming on her face. It was as clear to her as the Sun shined.
The War Angel had become aroused.
An almost sinister smile grew on Cupid''s face, and her heart-shaped pupils glowed pink in the darkness. She leaned in close as she whispered a question, "Sooo... likin'' what you''re seein''?~'' Valkyrie grimaced but couldn''t break eye contact with the scene before her.
"I..." The white-haired Archangel to be took a moment to collect herself, "It is certainly more engrossing than I had previously thought."
Cupid nodded in understanding and stepped closer to Valkyrie''s side. "It does make you wonder..." Cupid placed a hand on the War Angel''s shoulder, "...How good it would feel to be in her position, doesn''t it?" Before Valkyrie could even fully process the question, both Angels had their full attention pulled back to the window as Lucifina''s moaning loudened to that of a scream.
Marcellus''s thrusting had shown down, but his thrusts were much deeper. Each time he speared Lucifina it elicited another cry from the Fallen Angel, whose eyes had begun rolling upwards to face the ceiling. Suddenly, Lucifina''s entire body began to quiver, and she seemed to almost glow the same Heavenly light she did when she was an Angel. Seconds later, Marcellus ramped up his thrusting again, lifting her even higher than before with each movement, until...
"Ah, Ah -oh, FUCK!" Lucifina yanked herself forward, burying her face in her husband''s chest. Though even with that attempt to censor her noise, the Angel duo outside heard Lucifina''s wail of ecstasy anyways as the former Seraph came violently from the fucking. Looking closely, the two could see a wave of cum leaving her vagina, no doubt the result of her Husband having climaxed as well.
This was the final straw for Valkyrie, who immediately spun to stride away. Cupid, despite wishing to see if the pair might decide to go for another round, quickly followed the other Angel as she left.
Valkyrie''s mind was a mess; here she was, a very diligent Angel of Ilias who prided herself on her obedience to the Goddess''s will, getting flustered and worked up upon watching a Fallen Sister get bred until she came! ''Why, why did I watch that? Why did I stay until they were finished!? Why... why...'' The War Angel stopped, placing her face in her palms, ''...Why did I enjoy it?''
With these thoughts plaguing her, she hardly noticed a stupidly smiling Cupid drawing closer. "So," Cupid said loudly now that they were a decent distance away from the bedroom window, "What do you think?" Valkyrie''s lungs heaved, causing her chest to rise and fall deeply and rapidly. She felt herself shiver when thinking back to the look Lucifina had given towards the end.
''The ecstasy Lucifina must''ve felt, the absolute rapture... No, I can''t think like this!'' Valkyrie dropped her arms quickly at the thought. "I-I think... that it is time for us to return to Heaven." With nothing else to say, the Angel of Battle flew away, content to leave Cupid''s question unanswered. Not that the Angel of Love didn''t know already what it was.
Cupid snickered to herself, content to watch her friend fly away. "And they call me delusional," she mused, "At least I can admit that I''m a pervert." She muttered as she turned back to the house, now peering at Luka''s bedroom window salaciously. "Well, more for me to enjoy at least. When the time is right-"
A cold breeze blew through the clearing, startling the Angel. Cupid quickly glanced at the collection of trees and brush bordering the village and she swore that she heard something rustle in the bushes from across the clearing.
For a second, the Angel of Love debated investigating the sound but decided against it. "N-Nothing unholy would dare venture here anyway, it''s too far into Ilias territory. Any Monster would have been killed by the time they got halfway here, surely... Hehe..."
Despite the show still going on inside, Cupid flew away to return to Heaven, not so intent to find out if her assumption was correct.
She was none the wiser of the glowing magenta eyes peering from those same bushes, the hardened gaze glaring holes in Cupid''s back as she flew away.
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Much later in the night, sometime close to midnight, the owner of the magenta eyes finally decided that the time to strike had come.
Cautiously, she crept forward on her stomach, taking in all parts of her surroundings before making any movements. Slowly, she began to reveal herself. The first part of her made readily apparent was a pair of unusual-looking beige horns that appeared to have a slit of red at their tips. These horns jutted from a mound of wild aquamarine hair.
Another breeze blew through the village, ruffling the unkempt hair and causing her long, pointed ears to sway somewhat in the wind. Her face was colored a similar beige, the only perceivable imperfection being the strange cut running across the bridge of her nose.
From under the locks of hair were a pair of striking magenta eyes that had been staring down an unwitting Cupid hours beforehand. They were the eyes of a cold and calculating killer, and they were now set upon a darkened bedroom window...
...Luka''s bedroom window.
One abnormally large black hand came out of the thicket as she continued, jutting out of them were large black claws perfectly cultivated for ripping at flesh. Another equally Monstrous hand came into view beneath the pale moon. This one held no elongated claws, but attached to the arm was a scythe as long as the limb itself.
As it lurked out from the foliage, the rest of the body came into view.
If Cupid''s look could be considered risqué, then this creature''s attire was absolutely scandalous. Not much could be left to the imagination as her torso''s black skin was covered by light-gray armor around the shoulders, chest, and upper legs. The only piece of actual clothing was a satiny turquoise singlet that covered her ample chest, midriff, and most of her pelvic region.
The Monster''s very muscular lower half came into view, the catlike crawling doing well to show her specific physical conditioning. The legs themselves were particularly impressive, and the muscles pressed firmly against the tight fabric as she swayed with each Monster was no ordinary creature. No, she was a Chimera, a creature made up of other Monsters to create something stronger than the usual beast one may encounter.
This creature had no name, at least not anymore. It had just a designation, a title, through which her masters referred to her as.
She was classified as Assassinroid, and she was highly specialized in infiltration and elimination.
Soon, this Monster had reached a patch of tall grass that lay not far from the home. She pushed up to a squatting position and turned away from her target just once to peer into the bedroom of Marcellus and Lucifina. Deducing that both were still asleep, Assassinroid trudged on, returning to a prone position as she crawled all the way to the house, not making a single noise as she did so.
Within a matter of seconds, the Monster found herself at Luka''s window. With the utmost care, she used the outside walls to pull herself up and she peeked inside. Laying before the Monster was her target, sleeping silently in his small bed. She stared as the boy soundlessly snored, curled up in his bedsheets as tight as can be.
With carefully practiced poise, Assassinroid pushed the window open without even the slightest creak to be heard throughout the house. Clasping the border, the Chimera crawled up through the window, quickly closing the window behind her again.
Finally, Assassinroid had reached her target, the objective of her given mission. As she got on all fours once again, the Monster crawled low against the floor, her bountiful chest nearly dragging across the floor as she did so. While she drew nearer to the unsuspecting child, she thought of what her mission was.
The one given to her by her co-creator, the Fallen Angel Promestein herself.
''Unfortunately, I cannot simply drop you into Ilias Village itself. That type of spell would be too powerful for me to use at the moment as I am severely... limited in my means at the moment. That, and the amount of magic it would require, would turn you into an unholy beacon in the middle of Angel Country. This would inevitably bring the wrath of Heaven onto you within minutes...''
The silence of the bedroom was deafening, making even the most benign noise that may occur seem magnified to that of a lightning crash. Sounds like the flooring''s occasional creak when Assassinroid would take a tentative step forward or even the howling of the wind that wanes for a second just to pick up once again. Despite it all she remained collected. Her heart was calm, her mind in control.
''...And so, you will instead have to be teleported a good distance off of the border, as to not alert and patrols. From there on, getting to Ilias Village will be soley up to you. If you falter at any point, I will not be able to recover you.''
Assassinroid was within a meter of the bed now, close enough to hear the boy''s breathing. She kept the bedroom door in her peripheries, looking for any sign of movement. Other than her target, the room and house were deathly silent.
''Now, the mission itself. The boy I showed you, Luka, is your target. I need you to get to him, when he is at his most vulnerable and isolated.''
Similar to how she got into the window, the Monster climbed the boy''s wooden bedframe until her sleek frame hovered over the much smaller boy, claws and scythe gleaming in the meager light of the dark bedroom.
''This, however, will not be like your other missions thus far. I know that it goes against your initial programming, but I need you to try something much different to this boy. It will be a much more experimental mission for you to carry out...''
As unfamiliar as it was, the Monster retracted her claws into her hand. Then, with no small amount of effort, she was able to pull her scythe back into the arm it was attached to through sheer will. For what she was to do here required none of her fatal weaponry. Assassinroid, with significant unsureness, reached out to the bedsheets and gently tugged them off the boy.
Before her was perhaps the most adorable sight an experimental mutant like Assassinroid could ever see. In his bed, the young Luka dressed in a long white nightshirt, unintentionally making him resemble his Mother''s lineage. Fittingly, the moonlight streaming onto his face gave him an ethereal glow as well. All he was missing was a pair of wings and a halo.
''...It all has to do with a little theory I like to call subconscious imprinting...''
Awkwardly, the Monster climbed into the bed with the child, shifting on the mattress as quietly as possible before lying down on her side whilst facing Luka. It was strange for her to be in such a compromising position, but it was the mission her Masters had assigned, so she would complete it.
''...In short, we desire young Luka to be subconsciously drawn to monsters. Drawn to their touch, their smell, their very presence. The further we can pull him away from that bastard Goddess Ilias and nudge him to us, the better...''
Lying there, the Monster felt completely out of her comfort zone. Before her was the ultimate fusion of two races she had been taught were beneath her, fit only for either destruction or enslavement; an amalgamation of Human and Angel, something she should have looked down upon. Instead of killing him, though, she was supposed to bond with him as part of some hypothetical psychological test.
''...You are my only agent who can infiltrate enemy lines effectively enough to do this, so I put my trust in you...''
Holding one hand out, she brushed a few stray hairs out of his face. The boy didn''t even flinch at her touch. In fact, it seemed as if he even leaned into her hand. Following through, the Monster curled the hand around the boy and pulled him close to her chest. It was a strange sensation. Assassinroid had never held anything before, let alone to this degree of gentleness.
Looking down at the boy, whose head was now resting comfortably between her breasts, she could feel something alien growing in her. It was warm and soothing and caused her to pull him even closer to her own body. She found herself enjoying the feeling greatly, almost as much as she had enjoyed killing. Maybe, even more than killing.
The Chimera pulled him just that closer, feeling his light breath tickle her skin as it did. Then, she began to excrete her pheromones as per Promestein''s request, making sure he was to be facing her, breathing the aroma in deeply.
''...It is also sufficient to say that we keep this mission between us, yes? Even if we work alongside her, Black Alice is not to become privy to this whatsoever. If she were to find out about our conditioning of the boy, then things may get complicated. I want this advantage to be mine alone.''
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It was early in the morning when Lucifina awoke. The Sun had not even peaked; however, the sky had begun to lighten up some as the star made its journey to start the day. She stretched, her back crackling up and down her spine, a testament to the absolute mauling she had received the night before.
Slipping out of bed quietly so as not to disturb her Husband, who had been working late for days on end, the Fallen Angel dressed in a similar nightgown to the one she wore yesterday, except this one was clean. Having rarely ever needed - or been able to - leave the house, she eventually decided that she didn''t need to wear anything too fancy if she would only be staying within the confines of her home.
That and, depressingly enough, she somewhat missed the Heavenly garments she wore so many lifetimes ago. If there was one thing about that life that still suited her, it was the color white.
She stood up quicker now than she would have the night before, as her physical state seemed to peak in the mornings and gradually worsen until nightfall. This meant that she placed much incentive to accomplish as much as possible, as early as possible. Naturally, this made it to where she rarely was ever still asleep after sunrise.
She took a deep breath, instantly noting with a wince that the room still heavily reeked of sex; the bed sheets would have to be cleaned as quickly as possible.
But it will wait until her Husband has awakened at least.
Using the wall to both support herself and conserve her energy, she successfully left the master bedroom uninhibited by her usual weakness. She sauntered down the hall until she came to a sight that caused her to pause. Ahead of her on the left, was Luka''s bedroom door. Pausing, Lucifina took note of an otherwise small detail that struck her as very strange.
Luka, ever since he first was promoted to having his own bedroom, never wanted the door open while he was asleep. The two parents never quite understood his insistence on the matter but never forced the issue either. So, for every day since then when she went to check on Luka in the morning, his door would always be closed.
But this morning, there was a very slight crack in the doorway. She arrived at the door and pushed, eliciting an awfully loud creak from the door as she peeked inside. To the unfamiliar eye, nothing would seem wrong. Luka was still sleeping peacefully in his bed, sprawled on the mattress with the sheets covering just his legs. Everything was technically correct and in place.
Except, not quite.
It was a small detail, but Lucifina thought it odd that the bedsheets were only partially covering the boy. Similarly, Luka always insisted on being completely wrapped in his blankets from the moment he fell asleep to the moment he woke up. She knew this because every morning since this habit had been observed, she saw it firsthand when she came to check on him.
''Perhaps he had a nightmare and began kicking off his sheets?'' She thought to herself.
It hadn''t happened before, but it was a better explanation than nothing at all. Lucifina came into the bedroom, moving to rewrap her son. When she came to his bed and started to cover him properly, something else struck her as odd. There was... a certain smell she could detect. Something about it was familiar. It scratched at the back of her mind, clawing at her memories and fighting to be none.
The scent was flowery, almost... feminine? And it was strong, almost like a cloud was hovering above the bed.
''That can''t be coming from Luka, he doesn''t smell like that all. But then what is that?'' Deciding that it would have to be a question for later, Lucifina left the bedroom, begrudgingly getting another large creak from the door as she left and closing it shut tightly as she left.
Continuing on her journey, the ex-Angel arrived at the kitchen. She scanned the room with a more critical eye, her earlier suspicion of Luka affecting her still. However, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Content that they had just been oddities for now, Lucifina began to cautiously prepare her kitchen for breakfast as the sun just began to rise over the horizon.
Lucifina never noticed the burning magenta eyes glaring at her from outside the window...