Isen watched the whole scene play out with no power to intervene whatsoever. He heard the father's cries and groans, the boy's pleas for help that grew quieter with each passing second as his own body sunk further into agony. His mind could barely make out what was going on and as much as he wished not to be, he lost consciousness.
***
"Urghh!" His groans a result of a kick to his crotch. "Hey wake up! You do remember that we have to make it to the castle in due time right?" Callista posed, her smirk nothing but deplorable as she towered over Isen. Her heel stepped on his crotch, pressing harder as her smirk grew.
"Or do you want to keep on moping about your balls?" Her words followed with a ridiculing laugh. His crotch had been burnt to reduce the bleeding which was another layer of pain that he had to get across. "What? What happened to the ..." His voice turning frail. "If you're talking about the father and the son, they're already dead. However knowing how caring you are i brought their heads."
Space turned water and two heads collapsed onto his singed genitalia. "..." He was at a complete loss for words. He couldn't even perceive what he was working with. 'Demented? Crazed? Abysmally immoral?' No words seemed to match her cruelty as she pulled back.
"Now you know that I would have loved to film the thing but I left my phone back home. I'm sure that you would have relishes the looks on their faces." Isen was still in wonder. 'I...this....cruel?' The more he thought about it, the more humane it seemed to give her humane flaws. "You're not human! You're worse than a demon! You're -" She sighed past his ramblings as she looked at the streets before them.
"Yeah you can call me all the words that you want but that won't change a thing. You wanted to see an immoral monster and so you'll get to see one. As much as I'd like to keep on toying with you, we have a deadline so let's leave."
A servant came in and hauled his barely clothed body to the front seat. Still under recuperation, the servant had to man the reins, appalled with Isen's state.
***
I knew that you would get here faster." Guinevere chuckled as the two made their way down the halls and to the precious little garden. "So how has it been with the kingdom?" Guinevere merely smirked. "It's going great, got a pet project on the side however what will be a real headache is Calledra. Could you go take care of it for me?"
Callista however didn't wait as she landed a kiss on Guinevere's lips resting on her thighs. "Your kissing has definitely improved... don't tell me you've been using servants for that." Guinevere's hand began to roam Callista's rear, kneading her supple butt. "Of course not. I've been practicing with clones of myself."
Callista broke into a helpless laughter. "Clones? That's even worse. You really can't find anyone to help you kiss, can you?" Her hands wrapping around Guinevere's neck reeling her closer to her. She bit her lower lip, her body already starting to flare up. "And yet here you are. In my arms." The two shared a kiss, brisk and light.
"That's ~~Chuu~~ because I want to. Giving you face as his first." Her taunts silenced with her asshole being teased. "That's exclusive to brought to Jarren. If you want permission the go ask him." Guinevere smacked her lips with annoyance. "Why ask him when you're here?" Her warm breathe running across Callista's cheek.
"Well is it wrong for a cat to be fearful of strangers?" The two shared another kiss before breaking from each other's embrace. "I didn't know that stray cats had masters? After all the one that holds your leash is another kingdom." Callista's eyes narrowed on Guinevere's body. "When did Jarren first find you?"
Guinevere who was about to take a sip of her tea was taken aback. "Why?" Callista didn't bother answering. "
...Fine. When I was a kid. And from there he raised me against my consent and made me the monster that seats across from you." Gesturing at herself, Callista couldn't help but let out a mischievous chuckle.
"And with your stay, have you ever wished to have a child?" Guinevere was at first lost with what she meant. "Huh? Why would I want a leech of resources and time on me? Sure I would after considering his deal but not at the moment." Guinevere was lost as Callista let out a knowing hum. "Well, how about we get one then."
Guinevere felt something click in her head. "You... fucking abysmal- I guess now that you put it that way, it would be cute to have one." Callista merely shot a playful smile. "However it has to be special, I like flashy things so I'll have to decline your deal with Calledra. I'll tell you when I get her."
Without a moment to spare her figure vanished from Guinevere's presence. 'This psychopath of a woman. Jarren really does know how to choose them.' Just as she was about to rise to her feet, she recalled their prior deal with Callista. 'She forgot to ask about becoming a horror. I just hope her feral nature doesn't come to bother her later on.'
With Delilah awaiting her, she took her leave.
***
"A kid? Why the fuck would I want some bratty bitch running all over the place?!" Clomere posed, her tone dripping with contempt. "What? Have you never wished for a kid?" Jarren mused as he made faint strokes on the canvas. His image was that of his mother suspended with clear strips or cloth that left nothing to the imagination.
Her posture reaching out to Nerrisa who had had regained consciousness. Clomere watched his movements, refined as he kept on switching through the paint. "I'd kill it. After all why would I want your attention diverted to someone else that isn't me. It's a miracle that these two bitches are still alive." Her words indicating at Diana and Nerrisa.
"Your mother being an exception of course." She added playfully her gaze fixated on his work that was slowly coming about. "I'm sure that you would look cute with a kid." Clomere smacked her lips with resentment, still unsure with such a move. "I'm not sure is all. After all of your attention will go to the little bitch!"
Jarren let out a knowing laughter, brushing a stroke on Clomere's face. "Hey! I'm not the canvas!" She tried to wipe it off however it proved difficult. "I already have Callista, Orsen and Crimson and you think that adding one more would be a problem?! Why do you think that my attention for you would decrease?"
She bit her lips, glancing away making him wrap his arm around her waist. "I've been spoiling you way too much deary. Have you ever heard about absence making the heart grow fonder?" Her fists clenched in outrage and yet she didn't bother lashing out on him. "That's for humans, I'm something they can't conceive thus there's no need to take their ramblings seriously."
Her cheeks pouted eliciting another stroke from Jarren further flustering her. "Jarren!" Without warning she dug her hands onto her fingers onto his paint and smeared all over his face. "Come on, I was nearly done." He chuckled, wiping the paint with a flick of his fingers.
"I'm selfish darling and you of all people know this but choose to overlook it because you love me. So much so that you would kill Orsen for me." It wasn't Jarren but Orsen as well who couldn't help but smirk at her response. "She's the oldest among you all, by default she gets the greatest advantage and attention however she turns a blind eye to it."
Clomere' gaze narrowed in detestment. "What would it take for me to be your favorite?" Jarren paused, his hum deliberate as he finally finished his painting. "To let Callista do as she pleases and adopt a kid. You're going to have a swell time with her, I promise." Still she remained unfazed by his words.
"But that would be me doing what Callista wants. I don't want any of the other to come close to you or that bitch she'll pick up. I want you all to myself." Jarren narrowed his gaze on her figure, aware that it would take more than just words to cull her.
"You don't have to like her right away, it takes time and we have more than enough of it. I can wait till you're ready, we all can." Clomere crossed her hands on her chest
"I don't want to." Jarren felt a headache at her somewhat childish theatrics. "If Guinevere told me right now that she wants you all dead, what would you do to stop her?"
The air fell silent, Elyria and Nerrisa who tried to kind their own business could feel the seriousness in his tone, inwardly wondering the people the two talked about. "I'd die..." She mused bitterly. "And yet she hasn't, but rather has a tantrum of her own called denial rather than greed." Clomere landed a punch on his shoulder.
"It's not childish so stop calling it that!" Aware that she was intentionally playing with him, he refused to take the bait. "So you'll agree to the kid then." She let out a deep contemplative sigh as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her chin resting on his shoulder seeing his image.
A masterpiece no doubt, the use of stokes and shades masterful, the visual breathtaking however it seemed to click far away in her mind. "This is the last exception I'll make. Any more people you bring and I'll personally kill them. Don't think that I won't." Her words though playful carried venom beneath them.
Jarren faintly swung his body to match her energy. "And if you show any more act of greed with the other ladies then I'll leave you stranded in my world. Not for eternity but make you sit and reflect on your actions." She leaned more onto his back. "I'm not a child for you to boss around like that. I'm the queen of mycelium and rot. Thus you better watch your tone with me!"
Jarren brushed aside her antics. "Very well. I'm rue pale sovereign, the abyss itself treading on the veil of existence." She fell silent, her cheeks bloated. "Jarren ~~How will you be mine if I'll be sharing you with the rest? We could go to some remote world and stay there. Maybe the higher planes if that's what your into. Just so that I don't have to share you with the rest of your supposed love interests."
He took her words with a grain of salt, his demeanor still warm and easygoing. "It would seem that you need to learn the value of sharing, after all how will I know that you care about me?" She paused, unwilling to relent and that was what he wanted to get rid off.
"How will you get me to bend fully to you when you can barely land your hands on me?" Jarren's smile wavered, Elyria's body shuddered in her suspension. "Really? Then how about I leave you in Guinevere's claws. You'll learn what she came to know, when to bleed and what so say." His words dangerously playful making Clomere's casual demeanor falter.
"I... don't want to meet her. I'd rather stay here with you." Jarren turned the painting to face Elyria, getting Clomere's hands off his neck. "Then in that case it would seem that I stood correct." His voice falling low startling Clomere. "There's no need to be rash darling. We can talk about this peacefully and meticulously."
Jarren merely let out a scoff, playful yet taunting. "You can't learn much between these walls. It would be best if you managed to walk around. Be it in the realms above or in this small sandbox of a world." Clomere clicked her tongue. "Eh~ I don't like going outside. I'd rather turn off the sun and let this world fall into an ice age than take a step outside."