Greed [R-18]

[This chapter is R-18 as it contains some sexual themes/events. If you don't know what R-18 means, you're probably too young to be reading this chapter.]

Draco peered through the doorhole, and quickly realized that Sada was the one knocking on his door.

He opened the door without a preamble, and Sada soon stepped into the room. She looked at the two ladies sitting at the table curiously but said nothing.

"What brings you?" Draco said, standing to block Sada from the view of the two girls.

"The mission." Sada said quietly, motioning towards the door. "Let us talk outside." she finished before walking back out of the room.

Draco simply nodded his head and turned to look at the two who were now eyeing them with undisguised interest.

"Hey, girls. I'm going to step out for a moment." was all he said before following Sada out of the room.

After the door had closed behind them, Sada looked up at Draco and said, "We need to get the rest of the items the Princess requested."

Draco nodded, "Obviously, when are we leaving for the next store?" he asked.

Sada just shook her head, exasperated. "We can't just 'go to the next store' anymore thanks to somebody's antics." she said, her eyes lasering in on Draco as she said the word 'somebody'.

Draco scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled, "Okay, cut me some slack. It was an honest mistake."

Hearing this, Sada sighed and said, "Regardless, this mistake of yours is going to cost us. Until The Order has time to wipe surveillance footage and the memory of any investigating authorities, it is simply too risky to venture out into public at the current time."

Draco understood her reasoning, after all, the incident at the parking lot had happened well over an hour ago. The place was definitely swarming with cops now, and it wouldn't take them long to find security footage.

"So how long will it take The Order to do its thing?" Draco asked.

Sada let out another sigh, "It shouldn't be longer than a day."

"Well that's not too bad, we can just go tomorrow." Draco said, however, Sada continued.

"That's not the case, once the order discovers what happened they will surely find us eventually and formally question us. This incident has completely messed up our time table, we have no choice but to leave tonight to avoid any further complications."

Draco now understood the problem, but he also didn't get why Sada seemed to be stressing so much. "If that's the only problem, then I have an easy solution." he suddenly said.

Sada eyed him with curiosity, and he continued, "I just so happen to have two perfectly good shoppers sitting in my room."

When Sada heard this she hesitated for a moment, but eventually nodded her head. "That's actually not a bad idea. But, can the two of them be trusted?" she asked.

Draco suddenly imagined the two attractive British girls sitting back in his room, and replied, "I'm sure they can pull it off."

***

Above the sprawling, tropical metropolis that was Dubai, a small plane was slowly cruising towards a monumental tower.

The plane was pitch black and sleek in design, and affixed to its two wide wings were hover blades that propelled the plane forward. The weapons that would also normally be on either side of the wings were retracted to avoid causing any commotion.

Inside this plane was Muhammed, and he was watching with trepidation as their plane slowed down and approached a large heli-pad situated on the side of the tower.

This tower could have easily been 1,000 meters tall, and although his family's palace was comparable in grandness, it was nowhere near the same height.

The tower's luxurious gilded glass flashed under the bright Dubai sun, and as Muhammed's plane got closer to the tower he was able to see more details.

The top of the tower was made of a myriad of metals, and Muhammed could recognize some of them as luxurious resources that most nations would do anything to acquire. The fact that they were simply sitting atop this tower like ornaments left Muhammed speechless.

However, he supposed that it was in character for a being like Greed, the world's wealthiest Progenitor.

Inside the plane Muhammed watched as his two Ḥāmin pilots entered a series of commands into their consoles and flicked a number of switches.

Through the front window he could see their plane begin to slow to a hover, and then slowly lower itself down onto the landing pad. To Muhammed's amusement, even the tower's landing pad was needlessly luxurious.

The launch pad was silver with ornate gold designs running down its length, and Muhammed didn't miss the ridiculously large Jewel embedded in the center.

'This, 'Greed' certainly seems to live up to his name.' Muhammed thought to himself as their plane touched down and he got up from his seat.

Muhammed instructed the first Ḥāmin pilot to remain in the plane in the event of an emergency, and left the plane with the second Ḥāmin following in tow.

The two white robed men exited the plane through a small ramp that extended from the side, and began to walk towards the tower.

The landing pad was connected to the tower by a short bridge, and on both sides of the bridge were rows of four guards. Interestingly, this bridge also had no handrails.

The guards wore golden and black uniforms adorned with Greed's insignia, a shining Gem with wings. They stood at attention and paid no mind to the billowing winds around them, nor the many hundreds of meters between them and the ground below.

Muhammed and his Ḥāmin attendant walked past these rows of guards, paying them little mind as they approached the tower.

The two reached the end of the bridge, and in front of them stood a massive metal door that was several meters tall. The door was gilded in gold and bore Greed's insignia across its center.

Muhammed figured he'd be seeing this insignia a lot during this trip. After they reached the door it began to open up with an ear-grating noise, and a few seconds later they stepped inside the doorway.

Once inside the tower, Muhammed realized they were standing within a large hallway, and the first thing he saw was a middle-aged man wearing a golden and black uniform.

The man bowed at the waist before looking back up and addressing Muhammed, "Greetings, guests from the Khalid Dynasty. His exalted eminence is in his throne room. Please, follow me." he said respectfully, motioning down one end of the hallway.

Looking down either side of the hallway, Muhammed noticed an astounding number of guards lining the walls. He estimated that there was probably one guard every meter or so, and these hallways appeared quite long.

This was not to mention the fact that each of these guards were lesser powered!

However, as he was inspecting these guards during their walk, he seemed to notice something.

'While there is definitely a frightening number of these lesser powered standing around, they seem to be significantly weaker than the average Ḥāmin. It seems that Greed makes up for what he lacks in quality with quantity.' he thought to himself.

As Muhammed was thinking this his guide led him through numerous hallways and passages, and at some point Muhammed was certain that they had even passed through several spatial compression artifacts.

The hallways featured a number of outlandish things, both gaudish and beautiful in design. He saw powerful artifacts hanging on the wall as if they were mere set pieces, and life-like golden statues sculpted in strange poses.

Muhammed saw these golden sculptures often in the hallways.

He observed that some of them had normal poses and features, but others had their hands up in fear, were crying, or looked to be frozen in terror.

He felt uncomfortable when he looked at some of the sculptures, so he decided not to focus on them.

After some time of walking they eventually came to a stop in front of another massive door, except this one was made out of pure gold.

Muhammed knew that they had likely arrived at their destination since this door was certainly a mythical-grade artifact. Its intense aura couldn't be mistaken for anything else.

He watched as the door began to slowly slide open, and he had to admit that it was much quieter than the one leading to the launch pad.

The guard didn't step inside the room, and instead stood off to the side of the door before suddenly shouting out, "Muhammed Khalid, Fifth Prince of the Khalid Dynasty!"

Hearing this, Muhammed fought to hide a smirk from appearing on his face.

'This place is definitely old fashioned. I think they stopped introducing royalty like that hundreds of years ago.' he thought inwardly, but outwardly he kept his face placid.

Walking through the doorway, Muhammed immediately felt a terrifying number of powered eyes lock onto him.

Such a thing might sound innocuous, but when such a large number of powered beings focused their aura on you it became a tangible force. This force wrapped around the body of Muhammed and the Ḥāmin following him.

Looking into the room, the first thing he noticed was that the floor was made entirely of illustrious white gold. It emanated with power, and Muhammed figured that it was probably not mortal gold but instead some sort of divine material.

Looking up he saw the usual rows of uniformed guards, but as he walked deeper into the room his eyes were quickly drawn to the most conspicuous sight in the room.

Deep within the throne room, which was easily comparable in size to his fathers, he could see what could only be described as a massive loveseat. The loveseat was covered in luxurious silky white padding and was easily a dozen meters long (40 feet).

Atop the loveseat was a sight that left him speechless. Laying on nearly every inch of this massive cushion were dozens of nude women; Each tangled upon another and engaging in various acts of debauchery.

After Muhammed recovered from his initial stages of shock, his eyes focused on the loveseat to discover that each of those women were actually powered beings!

The intensity of their auras made him shudder, for at first glance they seemed to be on the level of proper powered beings. However, upon closer inspection he concluded they were just extremely strong lesser powered.

Muhammed's eyes were eventually drawn to the center of the loveseat, where he saw the perpetrator of this madness.

Sitting atop the loveseat in full nudity was a man that was likely more than 8 feet (244 cm) tall. However, looking at him Muhammed would hesitate to call him a man. He had perfect, imperious features, and gleaming gold skin. His chiseled form looked simply inhuman.

'It looks like he was sculpted.' Muhammed remarked to himself.

Atop the statue-like man's head were two curved horns. These horns seemed to be made of the same glistening gold as the rest of his body, but were still not even his most striking feature.

Resting on his back and falling down onto the loveseat below him were long, shimmering wings.

To Muhammed's shock, these wings looked to be made out of some flaming material, and they glowed with a white light that put their Dynasty's light swords to shame.

The wings were covered in a golden flame that would occasionally stretch out across the loveseat, and Muhammed wondered how it wasn't burning any of the women straddling his entire body.

'So this is 'Old Greed', huh?' Muhammed thought to himself, honestly awed. After all, Greed is the oldest Progenitor he had ever seen with his own eyes. Looking at the man, or rather, being that was Greed—Muhammed had to wonder if his father could defeat him in combat.

Greed was seemingly paying Muhammed no mind, and in fact had even picked up one of the women clinging to his arm and started sucking her breasts!

As Muhammed continued to walk through the room and observe this ridiculous scene, the force he felt earlier began to intensify.

At first it was simply an annoyance, but as they got deeper into the throne room this aura caused a pressure that started to weigh down on them.

As the two got closer to Greed, more of the powered women's eyes locked onto their position. Muhammed could feel curiosity, anger, annoyance, and jealousy all at once from their gazes; He had to struggle to keep his composure.

Eventually, the pressure became so intense that the Ḥāmin was unable to continue further into the throne room and Muhammed was forced to leave him behind.

Muhammed steeled his heart and continued his advance, for he knew that showing weakness to beings such as these would be a fatal mistake.

After getting a good look at the center of the room, he managed to pry his eyes away to take a look at the rest of the room as he walked closer.

He noticed that the wide room was covered in elaborate tapestries, and each inch of the walls had some sort of painting on it.

These paintings were absolutely stunning, and when Muhammed looked up he saw that they were also on the roof. They depicted scenes of ancient battles, conquests, and even love.

To Muhammed's amazement, when he looked at them for long enough, the people in the paintings began to move!

Muhammed was mesmerized for a long moment as he watched a scene of a brutal battlefield, a scene of thousands of soldiers clashing with ominous beings reaping destruction behind them.

When he looked to another wall his eyes were cleansed by the sight of a massive orgy, depicting a scene of hundreds of beautiful women and men making love in an ornate bath house.

Muhammed recovered from his reverie and returned back to reality, and his eyes fell back down upon the loveseat in the center of the throne room.

As Muhammed witnessed two giggling girls on the loveseat tackle each other, seemingly uncaring of his presence, he heard a booming voice emanate from the center of the debauchery.

"Watch where you lay your eyes, boy. These belong to me." the voice echoed.