171 Guilt and Pleasure
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The Last Chapter of Volume 2.
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(Aden's P.O.V)
The heat from my inner flame running through my body staved off the sudden arousal my body screamed with. I swallowed, doing my best to keep my eyes above Calliope's neck. Their scents were alluring and oh so very tempting.
An air bubble shimmered at my front as a ball of condensed hell fire washed over me, swallowing my defense sphere in a torrential wave of almost sentient flames. Calliope had smartly taken advantage of my distraction to attack. Instead of pressing the advantage however, she chose retreat.
"Paige! We are going now!"
Bat wings exploded out from the Succubus's back. She didn't spare me a glance while grabbing her daughter's hand forcefully. As occupied as I was with trying to burn the pink mist that I had breathed in unconsciously, I wouldn't have paid them no mind anyway.
I was too shocked. Whatever this mist was, it didn't affect my mind. Instead, it focused it's effects on my body. My enhanced healing did not take it as an injury or sickness either, so I was stuck with relying on my body refining along with adaptive physiology to get rid of the status effect.
The crash of a window called my attention to my target. I looked at them and caught Paige's green eyes wide with fear, just as they fell out of the building. Fuck! Can't let them get away!
Steam escaped my mouth as I intensified the heat, feeling my insides cooking but my body's reaction eased. It wasn't over, not even close. I needed somewhere I could meditate and burn it out of my system but it was just enough to move.
The wind sphere surrounding me warped in shape, seeking to trap the hell fire in a cocoon that I could simply expel to my realm and avoid burning down the whole district. Like an umbrella unravelling the wrong way, the black flames were trapped inside my wind sphere, then sent to the fire dimension. Too bad I couldn't store the energy as it was in my hammer space. If I did I could acquire some really awesome firepower.
The luxurious room had already been turned into a smoking wreck. The smoke flowed out of the hole in the window, visible in the light filled surroundings. I waved it away and took a step into the empty air. Casually walking forwards on an invisible air platform, while I used my senses to hone in on Calliope and Paige's location.
"Oh my god!"
"Is he...he fucking is! Bruh, He is walking on air!"
My form started gathering interest from the people under me.
"Oh man that is sooo cool!! Must be an act!"
One of them said.
"I know! And a few seconds earlier I saw a woman fly out of the same building with something held in her arms. She flew north. This place is awesome!"
North huh? I focused my senses on that direction and barely pinged off a very low flying form. I narrowed my eyes.
Got you.
For the hint, I decided to repay the guys under me. I spread out my hands and allowed gravity to take a hold of me. Amid the screams of frightened tourists, I fell. Plunging through the ground like a missile from ww2.
I could see their eyes, opened wide with fear and exhilaration and when I was only 10 meters above their heads, I reoriented my body, to face north in a horizontal position and then a burst of yellow light exploded out of my feet. The sudden action from activating the jet flames, pushed me forwards at incredible speeds.
I stepped on the metaphorical gas. My attention divided in three ways. One, to fucking enjoy this because it never got old, two to not lose Calliope's form through the winding city and three to keep on burning the effects of the succubi Aphrodisiac from my system.
"Whooooo!"
I screamed in delight as I flew down Fremont street in downtown Las Vegas, laughing at the 25 speed limit sign near the sidewalk. Scores of people pointed out at me just as I passed through, catching up quickly to my target.
Calliope must have sensed me as she quickly took a sharp turn, momentarily getting lost through a few buildings. I followed her relentlessly, kicking off to the right to change direction and not loose her trail. Something fast moving dove down from the roof of a building, heading towards me.
Calliope slammed into me, a sword with burning black flames along it's form, slicing through my air bubble like it wasn't even there. The Ebony blade appeared in my arms and blocked her blade. The clash sent us both tumbling through a building being constructed and on to the roof of another 5 storey building.
I rolled away from the explosion of black flames that engulfed 5 meters around her in fire.
"I have no quarrel with you Demon Bane!"
Calliope snarled, the green eyes she shared with her daughter glowing with fury.
"You're right." I answered back getting to my feet lazily, "I do not want to kill you. So make this easy on both of us and go back to hell willingly. Otherwise..."
I left the statement hung, unfinished.
"So be it."
Calliope answered not the least bit surprised by my response. She had expected I wouldn't back down. That was probably the reason why she had sent Paige away. I couldn't sense the former at all, something that raised a lot of questions on what kind of heritage she actually possessed. When flying away with her mother, Paige had managed to lower both of their presences to the point where I had almost lost them. Was it conscious or...I turned back to the fight when something started happening.
Black flames washed over Calliope's body. The heat no less oppressive than Lady Blaze's hell fire.
"I have faced down worse foes. Stronger beings. Creatures of magic so powerful, you would not survive a confrontation. You will be nothing more than a name added to my list, boy."
With the effect of hell flames licking her position, the statement was admittedly very cool.
"Cheap talk, lip service bullshit. In other words, Bite me bitch."
I responded, twirling the blade in my hand in preparation for our confrontation. There were a lot more questions that I needed before I could go for the killing blow. Otherwise she would have been dead already.
A weird look crossed over my face when the hell flames disappeared.
"That you Raynare?"
I blurted out as the feeling of arousal intensified by tenfold. Calliope had...changed. If before she was gracefully beautiful, now she was sinfully hot. Dressed in black leather bikini, with high boots, intricate tattoos glowing across her arms and midnight black hair, she cut an amazing figure with the 8 hourglass body shape she was rocking. And my dick noticed.
A low heat that burned on my groin, quickly became too much, distracting me even more. And now I was back to where I started. Fuck, I need to finish this quickly.
"Such a cute little boy."
Her throaty voice sent shivers across my body.
The Ebony sword slashed through the air, preceded by my first step. A sharp clang run out as the slim blade in her arms, burning with black flames blocked my first strike. I leaned out of the way, my skin barely getting glazed by the tip of her thin tail.
I stepped back to avoid her clawed hand, which swung wide through the air, only for her to use it to build momentum and transition into a kick aided by the mighty flap of her wings, I grabbed the kick to my chest, grunting a little, after noticing the not insignificant force she put in it and threw her across the roof.
Calliope spun through the air, using her wings to fly off towards another building, preferably to escape. Ok, this is dumb. No more holding back. I held out a hand and air constructs covered her path, crept up along her feet and bound her tightly. She let out an alarmed shout trying to escape but my patience had thinned out.
"Stop Struggling."
The power behind my words slammed into her mind as the combination of the sonic Subskill and my telepathy worked wonders to control her. It wasn't a skill I loved using. Or that effective really. Had she been calmer, she would have probably broken the hypnotic effect. Calliope's bound form landed before me and I belatedly realized that I was fucked.
The things I wanted to do to her and her to me...oh god. Especially when you consider that the air construct ropes, invisible as they were, emphasized her body the way it did...All that left me itching for some milf loving.
Her eyes blazed with anger, flames leaking out from her skin to try and destroy the bindings holding her captive. I had even covered her mouth, deciding to first meditate before having a chat with this devilish woman. I crossed my legs in my usual pose and delved deep within my body.
My nervous system appeared on my mind, the nodes of energy scattered around and pulsing with power. My own Inner heat rose up to defend against the effects of Calliope's succubus powers.
A few minutes later, I got up, the arousal at a manageable level. During that time, Calliope had stopped struggling, though the way she stared daggers, told me exactly what she thought about me. Yikes.
I levelled my sword at her.
"Let's get one thing clear, the only reason you're still alive is because I hate getting played. Clearly there are a lot of things I wasn't told. When I loosen the binding across your mouth, start talking."
I used the most menacing voice I could.
I did as promised, undoing the binding taped across her mouth.
"Tuh!"
She spit at me. I wiped the saliva off my coat without a word. Now, I've always been respectful to women. My parents raised me right after all. That said, the one thing I had come to learn during my stay in this world, was that image was everything. How you portray yourself is the difference between being treated seriously or getting taken as a joke.
Case in point, Toyman. A dude that could build fucking robots but was at best seen as a nuisance and at worst the cause of Metropolis' property damage fund rising up by a smidgen. He was a joke character with a lot of power. His image sucked. On the other end of the spectrum we have Victor Szasz, no powers yet everyone and they momma took this dude seriously. Ergo, if you wanted people to take you legit, you had to have a certain image and attitude.
I whipped out my hand and slapped the demon across her face. Calliope's face was whipped to the side, a trail of blood dripping down her torn lip as she blinked her eyes to get rid of the sudden vertigo. I crouched down infront of her.
"You...you...you slapped me?"
She said in disbelief.
"Duh." I looked at her, cleaning out my ears with my pinky finger. An expressionless look on my face.
"It was either that...or kill you for being a bitch."
I waved the ebony blade in the air, bringing it close to her neck threateningly. The point touched her throat and pierced a bit of her skin. She swallowed in fear, not moving.
Her green eyes had lost that furious glow from before.
"All I need to do is just...push a little and it's game over."
I whispered. Then I sent the ebony blade to my hammerspace, making it disappear from my hand. She breathed out in relief as I smiled softly.
"But that would be a quick way to go." My soft smile turned predatory. Her fear intensified, connecting the dots. I cracked my fists.
"It would be such an insult to your resilience right? I mean you're a big bad demon after all. You've faced down your share of monsters and come out on top...you can probably handle a beating to the death..."
"No! Stay back!"
Her bravery held up only to the point where I started approaching her slowly. I stopped.
"Then start talking."
She took a shuddering breath, closing her eyes and the back of her head resting on the wall behind her.
"Promise me that you'll leave my daughter out of this."
I cocked my head in thought, extending the tense moment even further.
"She has nothing to do with this! Promise me, you bastard!"
Calliope barked in desperation.
I nodded.
"I promise you that I'll leave your daughter out of it. Now talk...what's your purpose in the human world?"
Calliope seemed to pull in on herself, the defiant anger she'd possessed, going away, replaced by a far away look. One of pain.
"It was a few centuries ago. I fell for a...human." she smiled a little in reminiscence.
I raised an eyebrow at that. That was... surprising. The air folded at my back in the shape of a comfy chair, the buoyant nature of the air currents gently holding me up in a seated position. I had a feeling that what I was about to hear was going to be heavy.
"He knew nothing of the world in the shadows. Our meeting was one of chance. His family had been invaded and he had lost everything. The only thing saving his life, a magic formation in the basement where the blood from his injuries had seeped through. I felt the call, full of desperation and want. A human soul driven to the very edge of despair. such a soul would be tantalizing. Valuable. And so...I answered."
Her voice turned cold.
"I later learnt he was an ancient magician, who had hypnotized himself to believe he was the only survivor from a massacre. Everything had been a carefully crafted plan. After losing a battle where he was cast out of this plane, he tricked a mystical arts practitioner called Dekan Drache into giving him his body and soul, therefore enabling him to leave his imprisonment from the other dimension."
Ok that just took a drastic change.
"Upon his escape, he found out that he had lost all his powers and Dekan's magical potential was weak. So he came up with a devious plan. He used a one way link to connect his soul with Drache's, in order to hide his putrid and dirty one, then tortured Drache's soul, taking him to the peak of soul destruction before giving him a ray of hope. Demons consider such souls as valuable because our innate nature craves for that which we do not have. Salvation. All this was in order to capture the interest of a high rank demon, then to imprison them and have them serve him, teach him infernal magic and to order around."
She spat out.
"Why go to all that trouble just to sermon you?"
I wondered curiously. It seemed like too convoluted a plan.
"Normally when magicians use a magic formation, the only thing they can sermon is a low level demon. To get a high rank Demon like a succubus, you need either of three things. Something belonging to the demon which might be hair, skin, teeth, nails or horns, a powerful incantations that calls on to the demon's true name and lastly, a very valuable soul. He had neither, so he devised a way to..."
"...Make it seem as if Drache's soul was valuable enough."
I finished.
"Who is he?"
At that she clammed up.
"You do not understand the danger you will put my daughter in if I happen to mention his name."
She genuinely looked upset, her eyes fleeting around us.
"You're a fucking demon. Why are you so scared of one little magician?!"
Where was the defiance she'd shown me. As I was currently, she had to know I was a much more valid threat than whoever she was talking about. Wait...
"You're not afraid of him, are you?"
At that Calliope looked away.
"You're afraid for Paige."
I concluded.
"Keep her name out of your Fucking mouth!"
I snorted.
"I don't think you're in a position to demand anything of me."
I pointed at her bound form.
"In any case, why don't we finish this story. I'm guessing you escaped?"
She was still fuming but in the end, she answered nonetheless.
"It was after Paige was born...my life in the human world had shown me how humans could be ruthless like demons. In some cases even more, but I also saw some that had the capacity for good. One of them helped me to get a stable life. However I knew it wouldn't be enough. I wanted...I wanted to give my babygirl everything she could ever want. The best protection, the best things, the best life. So I used my... unique advantages to move up in life and a few weeks ago, Maze came to learn of Paige's existence. She feels that she can only protect her if she's in hell, somewhere she can see her niece all the time."
"But you disagree. So why send me to kill you then?"
I asked feeling more and more stumped. None of this was making much sense.
"And one more thing. If you are bound to a demon contract then how comes the magician let you leave?"
She swallowed,
"I...I... don't know. I think, I think he considers it a game. A promise that I would come back. That no matter how far away from him I go...he will always eventually find me."
The whole thing was starting to add up now.
"That's why you're wary to utter his name. You're afraid to capture his attention, making him decide to come for you after all this time."
I rubbed my chin in thought.
"And as to Maze ordering me to kill you, I would say it's politics. She is the new king or in this case, queen of hell." At that Calliope looked up in shock.
"Maybe she thinks bringing you back, a high rank demon to hell will be a nice opening to her reign."
"That does sound like something she would do."
I nodded, the Ebony Blade appearing in my hands.
"Yes, I agree. Totally sounds like Maze." The succubus eyed the blade with fear once more crossing her features. Besides the fear, was resignation as well. She had accepted her fate.
"Now, don't look so glum. When you die here, you'll simply reform in hell, brand new. You can thank the innate connection you possess to the infernal realm."
I told her in what I hoped was a comforting tone.
When demons died on earth, their sense of self was simply sling shot back to hell due to their demonic heritage. If they died in hell, it was game over and if the died in a realm such as mine that completely cut off any links to other realms besides the connection I alone possessed, it was game over as well. All the demons I'd killed on either dimensions were truly dead.
Back to Calliope. Despite the heart breaking story, I couldn't hope to fail this mission. That's where the sacrifices things come in. The world needed both Constantine and me at my best, more than it needed Calliope. And I also did not want to ruin my relationship with Maze. She was my friend yes, but now her worth had elevated greatly. she was going to be a valuable ally.
I raised the sword up high, ready to strike her down.
"Don't worry about your daughter, I'll make sure she's kept safe."
I promised and meant it.
The last thing I saw was a small smile of relief on Calliope's beautiful face, before I swung the sword.
Then...darkness.
My senses were immediately rendered null. I lost the connection with my air bindings due to the sudden surprise of sensory deprivation. Thinking fast, I pulled on my inner energy and exploded with furious blue flames, setting my surroundings in fire and pushing away the darkness, allowing me to see and hear in a distance of 3 meters surrounding me. A fire snake formed around me, spinning in place, condescending into an almost white yellow fire ball that exploded out with me at the epicenter.
I heard a pained shout. The surroundings were revealed quickly before the darkness encroached upon me once more. It wasn't something I could push with air bending as well.
"Paige! What are you doing here?! I thought I..."
Calliope started only to be cut off by her daughter.
"Don't worry mom, I'm not leaving you here alone with...!"
Her voice was muffled once more by the darkness that finally occupied my vicinity.
Paige's voice started echoing throughout the rooftop.
"No! Don't take my mom away! She's the only thing I have."
I pulled my hand back and threw the blade where I last remembered Calliope's form had been. There was a clang before a swarth of black flames sped out from the position, almost invisible to my eyesight. A flick of my wrist and I batted away the hell flame, left hand coated with my own blue flames.
Then the darkness disappeared. The first indication that the worst possible outcome had happened was the red text box that appeared in my vision with huge letters spelling, 'MISSION FAILED!'
"No..." I murmured in disbelief, seeing no signs of either of the women.
"Gah! Fucking Dammit!"
I was mad at letting them slip away. My fist dug onto the wall of the small structure built on the roof top of the building.
I was pissed off. I hadn't considered that Paige would come back. Neither had I thought that she possessed such potent powers. Did she awaken them upon seeing her mom about to die? Even my fucking energy sense had told me she was a normal girl, so what the fuck was this shit!?
I leaned on the wall and just slipped to the ground like a puppet with cut strings. My head rested right beside the Ebony Blade dug into the wall. I stayed there for 2 hours, just...thinking. This was the first mission I had failed at. The worst part was that I could have finished it quickly. I could have trusted Maze. I didn't and now...I could only make one choice.
I felt sick to my stomach. Having faced down demons and all manner of creatures yet always succeeding, this was what did me in. 'Time to make your choice Aden.' I thought belatedly.
Constantine or Power. The sickness came back again. I... couldn't choose. Not now. I...needed to distract myself. So I stayed up there just staring at the sky. I couldn't help but notice just how beautifully the moon shone above me. It cast a pale light in the surroundings, forming Shadows. I realized off handedly that that must have been how they managed to escape. It seemed like Paige had awakened darkness and shadow manipulation.
"Such a chuunibyu superpower. Good for her." I snorted.
Back to the moon, I couldn't help but keep on staring at it. With nothing to do but pass the time up until my birthday in...I looked at the time.
"2 hours till you're officially 18 Aden. You don't have your family nor your friends to celebrate with...what is it Uncle Marcus always said?"
I laughed remembering the memory I was thinking of.
"Oh yeah...that he'd sneak me some real beer once I turned 18. Not the cheap shit you found at teenage parties. I still don't really understand how he considers a Henny the best thing since sliced bread."
I stood up, suddenly coming to a decision.
"Why don't I find out..." I stared at the moon "..and find out in style." Anything to forget the clusterfuck that had just occurred.
A portal appeared behind me and I stepped inside, layering it to lead to my room. I got a couple thousand dollars and stepped out into the L.A night, a warm coat strapped around my body to keep me warm. Luckily, there wasn't a time difference between the two cities so there was no disorientation.
"Now...where can I find someone willing to sell liquor to a teenager without asking for ID."
At the end, my patience got the better of me and I ended up going invisible and stealing a few Henny bottles. before leaving I placed about a thousand bucks on the counter next to the dude manning it. He looked at the money in shock, and I left the store laughing at what he probably thought were ghosts.
The momentary humor did not last that long however. I was trying hard not to think about my fuck up but instead ended up overthinking about what I could have done differently. The guilt was real and for the first time in a long time... I really felt depressed. And lonely. And a lot more negative feelings.
A deep sigh escaped me as I stepped into an alley. I'd heard a sharp scream coming from here.
"Yo, what the fuck do..."
A thug asked, lifting up his grey wife beater to reveal a pistol attached to his waist band. Behind him 2 more dudes held up a girl about my age against the wall, one of them had his fingers under her short dress. This is some cliche' type of BS right here.
A blast of air pushed the guys against the wall painfully. I heard a crack from one of the men's hands but simply didn't care. My expression found the girl's.
"Thank..."
She begun. Her skin looked so smooth and soft, beautiful...sexy...I shook my head. Calliope really fucked me up.
"Save it. What the fuck did you expect would happen if you walked around this place looking like that? Beat it."
I pointed at the mouth of the alley, and created a boom tube without another word. Then I jumped in just as I heard a shout from her.
"Wait..."
The portal closed behind me and I looked around at my dimension. My presence was dulled to the point that my spirits couldn't sense me. I didn't want them to see me like this. It would only bring their moods down. Deep within me, I knew I was falling back to old habits. Closing myself off. I just...I just wanted to be by myself even though that was all I always was. It would let me figure out the next step. Once I got out of this funk of course.
I looked at the pack of liquor in my hands. I'd gotten 2 bottles of henny, whiskey and an expensive wine that cost around 500 dollars. I wanted to know what was so special about it.
With my realm having a physical link to the moon, I could fortunately create a portal to it's surface without ever having been there. Otherwise, the journey would have been annoying as fuck. The closest place I could portal to would have had to be the Watchtower, which was still a long ways off from the natural satellite.
I looked at the portal pulsing with yellow light before me.
"Welp, let's do this Neil Armstrong..."
I stepped through the portal and landed slowly on my feet. The surroundings had changed but luckily a ball of oxygen surrounded my body allowed me to breathe.
Talk about a wasteland. All I could see was sand, rocks and craters. Looking at the sky, it seemed like the earth was above me. stars shone beautifully around the open sky. No pollution or skyscrapers topping the skyline either. Mmmmh weird. I set the pack of beer down on the ground, only for it to bounce up and float a little.
"This is some trippy shit."
My voice was actually audible. Which made sense because I was surrounded in a sphere of air.
I took a sudden jump and cleared about 50 meters of distance without even trying. So of course I had fun in the low gravity. Finally getting tired of the same thing. I laid my ass down on a rock after shaving off it's top half and leaned on my arm, watching the blue planet. My first taste of the wine had me wincing a little. Sweet but also...not?
Could I even get drunk? I mean it figures that with my enhanced body,that would be something I wouldn't have to worry about yet...the arousal caused by Calliope had hit me hard. So maybe my body wasn't as resilient as I had initially thought. Even now, I could still feel a familiar feeling below my groin. My balls felt so full. And it didn't seem like it was going to go away soon. Fortunately, my body was still trying it's best to filter it out.
I looked at the clock at the edge of my vision. 1 hour and 6 minutes to midnight. Oh goodie. I drowned the whole wine bottle in frustration. I was turning 18 with no one in my family around. Maybe I should go back and chill with Sai, Kai and Breeze. They were my family after all. Being alone in such a monumental time was simply selfish.
Just before I could stand up and leave, something pinged off in my sight. Space rippled a ways off into the dark sky and something flew out of the worm hole. Trouble. I left the pack on the ground, pulled on my inner energy and flew up, jet flames pushing me against the weak gravity of the moon.
Space was different from the atmosphere in the moon. I felt a constricting force from all around me that I ignored in favor of blocking the way of what turned out to be a heavily wrecked spaceship headed for earth. The ship had purple accents around it's form, with the hull being streamlined like a normal super jet. A section of it was destroyed, metal drifting off into space along with scuff marks and sparks dancing around the wrecked left side. It looked two seconds away from blowing up.
I appeared before it and created a massive portal, big enough to let the ship pass through. It was so quick and sudden that the one controlling the ship did not have enough time to change course and ended up plunging inside.
(General P.O.V)
Inside the heart of a large statue of himself, Desire smiled provocatively. Their teeth shone prominently against their cherry red lips. Their yellow eyes twinkling in amusement.
"You wouldn't blame me for a harmless prank, little brother...right? In any case...call it a birthday present."
(Aden's P.O.V)
I followed through the portal, forgetting about the pack of beer that would leave the astronomers shocked on the surface of the moon. The trail of destruction was evident. Broken trees and a scar on the ground leading to where the ship had fallen. I had aimed the portal for one of the far away islands in my main dimension that had a huge size. It was roughly as large as Madagascar.
I flew down, informing Sai, Kai and Breeze to stay far away as I assessed the threat level of this new entity. They almost argued but I stood my ground. I didn't want to put them in any sort of danger. The Ebony Blade appeared in my hands just as I stepped down before the wrecked ship.
The entrance door opened up and something...no someone stumbled out. I widened my eyes in shock as I quickly ran Forward to catch her. She had red beautiful hair that glowed slightly. Green eyes and a beautiful face that was topped up with full lips meant for kissing. I swallowed. My eyes drifted down her body looking for injuries below her purple costume.
"Are you okay..."
Starfire held on to me with her strong arms, pressing her body into me in a way that managed to flare up the feelings caused by Calliope's attacks. I started to pull away only to feel an animalistic need suddenly grip me.
With every once of my being, I jumped back, breathing heavily.
"Wait!..."
"Goopta. Gotp...sachatii..."
Her voice was hard and distrustful, green bolts appearing in her shaking hands. Starfire tried to point them at me but swayed in her feet.
"You need to rest..."
I quickly moved in before she could fall and held her in my arms again.
My mouth opened slightly as her hands came up to surround my shoulders. My heart pumped wildly in my chest when her lips advanced towards mine. I know what she wanted to do. To learn the language I spoke for easier communication yet...I felt that something was bound to happen. Something I wasn't sure I wanted to stop.
She kissed me. The softest kiss I had ever felt. Her body melded into mine and the kiss went from necessary to a needful want. Sparks...no, Fire works exploded in my mind. A desire so potent, I felt my mind break at the thought of denying it. The kiss deepened, her arousal rising up to match mine. I ran a hand down her luscious hair, then gripped her ass with my left hand, a boom tube appearing below us, leading to my bed in Lux.
The last thought I had was a half remembered advice from Future Aden. Something about...the thought disappeared from my head as starfire literally ripped the clothes off my back.
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5700 words.
Okay guys, please don't crucify me. I didn't like this chapter all that much yet I felt like it was a necessary ending due to it connecting a lot of plot points.
The Pairing is Starfire...MAYBE. shrug. But just like any true relationship out there, the romance will not be instantaneous. They will have their own share of problems. Trust, fear, hate, love, loyalty...
I chose not to do the R-18 scene now because I didn't want to ruin it.
If you feel the chapter was bad, I'm so sorry. I'll try my best in the future but for now... I'm tapped out. I can only promise you that the third volume will make up for it.
The Third Volume is actually crazier.
Next chapter, there's a time skip.
