The Beginning of the End

'Level Up'

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Name: Sayuri Shizuka

Titles - Little Fox, Otherworldly Being, Priestess of Beauty & Blessings

Physical Vessel: {Expand}

Race: Kitsune (Humelf) -> Chimeric Fox-Kin

Class: Priestess - Magic Stat Growth +200%

Level: 2

Stats -

(A/N: Current Stats (Total Stats) | Level Up = Stats x 2.5 | Current Stats are not added to (Total Stats) until Level Up)

• Strength: I-0 (SSS-3750)

• Endurance: I-0 (SSS-3750)

• Dexterity: I-0 (SSS-3750)

• Agility: I-0 (SSS-3750)

• Magic: I-0 (SSS-3750)

• Spirit Pleasure (Ignes Lumen) - F

• Hastened Regeneration (Ignes Lumen) - F

• Composure (Ignes Lumen) - F

• Spearmaiden (Vulpes Hasta) - H

Skills -

• Ignes Lumen

• Vulpes Hasta

• Vulpes Sacerdos

• Amare Libertas

Magic -

• Magic Bestowal

Traits - 50P

• Positive: Soft Skin, Pliant Flesh, Greater Athleticism, Otherworldly Vulpine Dexterity, Adaptive, Adorable Otherworldly Vulpine Ears, Elegant Otherworldly Vulpine Tail, Fast Learner, Magically Gifted, Survivor, Otherworldly Vulpine Priestess' Grace, Otherworldly Vulpine Priestess' Deviant Charm, Otherworldly Natural-Born Chef, Otherworldly Devout Priestess, Otherworldly, Divine Vessel (Sealed), Divine Beauty (Sealed), Productive Time Management, Greater Sexual Stamina, Natural-Born Spearmaiden

Add Positive Traits {Expand}

• Negative: Insensitive (5P), Infertile (120P), Former Slave (100P), Minor Exhibitionist (10P), Minor Masochist (10P), Minor Mana Corruption (Temporary)

Remove Negative Traits {Expand}

Available Developmental Skills - Choose One

• Hunter - Improves abilities against monsters that the user has fought before and gained excelia from. Minutely increases Excelia Gain from monsters User has not gained Exceila from. Can only be obtained at Level 2.

• Chain Attack - Increases the power of attacks delivered continuously. Upon Attack missing, being blocked, parried, or evaded. Chain Attack's effect must be regained.

• Mage - Improves power, widens effect range, and makes mind usage efficient. Creates a magic circle under the user that supports the magic.

• Abnormal Resistance - Negates the effect of abnormalities such as poison, and mana corruption.

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Sayuri stared at her status for a long time, simply looking over the changes that had occurred with her Level Up. Finally understanding why she had felt so pressured—urged to Level Up, not only has the change in her race made her feel infinitely more comfortable with her more animalistic features. Sayuri also felt an instinctual change flourishing within her depths, an odd sensation that she couldn't place but one that warmed her very being to its core.

After briefly choosing [Hunter] as her Developmental Skill, Sayuri's gaze returned to her traits and the 50P she had available. Her focus lingered on [Former Slave], which was double the points she had remaining; however the realization that one day she could remove it brought her no small amount of comfort…

Throwing her blanket aside, Sayuri sat up and turned, laying her feet into the cold hardwood floor. As she rose to her feet, Sayuri winced as a sharp pain sprung from her half-broken left leg. With a faint whimper slipping through her lips, as the pain melded with the pounding strain she felt from pushing herself past Mind Down, Sayuri dragged herself to the bathroom and began to run a bath.

It'd be the third one she'd take today, but she still felt filthy from her dive into the dungeon. A groan slipped from her lips as she sank into the near-scalding water, the realization that she'll need to limp her way to her stall for the next few days-weeks found her mind pulling another groan from her throat.

"I really need to hire—" A knock at the downstairs door silenced her words as her head fell back resting against the tub, after a long moment of silence the door opened and Sayuri sighed as a voice tore through the house…

"Sayuri?! Where are you?!"

"Upstairs Freya," Sayuri called out, and not a moment later a hastened pair of footfalls flew up the stairs and grew closer until they stood outside the bathroom, though Sayuri's brows furrowed as she heard another pair of footfalls; much more nervous and awkward, waiting downstairs, "Freya…?! Who'd you bring with you?"

Freya unceremoniously entered the bathroom, leaving the door wide open as she crouched down next to the tub, leaning her elbows against its porcelain while her chin fell into her palms, "My Odr~," there was a purr to her words as she continued, "He's been wanting to meet you, the Benevolent Priestess who gave him the meal that changed his life."

Sayuri scrubbed her arms as Freya stared at her, after a long moment the Little Fox spoke, "Let me finish, help yourself to the kitchen. There is plenty of food if you're hungry, and plenty of tea bags if you're thirsty. I've run out of milk so you'll have to do without until my produce delivery—"

Freya's hands grabbed the sides of Sayuri's head as the Goddess planted a sloppy kiss onto the Little Fox's forehead, "Your the best!"

Watching as the Goddess ran away, Sayuri unleashed a long sigh before returning to cleaning herself.

Downstairs, Bell awkwardly stood by the door, his eyes trailing Freya's descent down the stairs, before drifting towards the odd arrangement of the house. The entryway opened up into a large room with a pair of steps on the right side, while a long and thin woven carpet stretched along the right wall leading into a room in the distance. While the left side was occupied by two sofas flanking a low table, with two woven mats on either end of the low table that split the sofas. Further into the large room was a long table with a number of chairs surrounding it, the walls were mostly bare and a few clothing racks occupied the corners of the room and the start of the stairs with a number of assorted outer-clothes.

"Bell! Come on!" Freya grabbed the youth and pulled him towards one of the sofas after gesturing Bell to sit down, the Goddess disappeared into the back room where a metallic clatter sounded out.

His gaze shifted towards the steps as he heard the wooden board creak, only to spot a half-nude woman making her way down. Her hair wrapped up in a towel, while a thin sheet cloth loosely hung from her frame, she descended the steps with a light limp and sent him a gentle wave as their eyes met, "Hello, welcome to my humble abode. Make yourself at home, a friend of Freya's is a friend of mine."

Her smile caused a heat to rush to Bell's face, while her soothing voice filled his mind with lewd thoughts… Squeezing his eyes closed to disperse the perverse thoughts from his mind, they opened to find two milk-white cheeks peeking out under the sheer cloth through a fluffy fur tail that swayed gently with the movements of the woman's hips. A subconscious closer look allowed him to peek at the two rosy lips, and the unblossomed flower between two plump thighs, and Bell gulped as his gaze swiftly averted.

With a deep breath he attempted to dispel the image from his mind, but a wafting scent flowed through the room filling his nose with the warmth of vanilla reconjuring all his dispersed thoughts. It wasn't long before the strong aroma of tea overpowered the scent of warm vanilla, and Freya stepped out from the back room with a tray in hand. The Goddess spied the white rabbits flushed complexion and giggled; a giggle that only intensified as a pair of red orbs peered through her cleavage as she bent down to lay the tray onto the low table.

The sizzle of meat found his ears, followed by an enticing smell as Freya returned to the backroom; which Bell assumed to be a kitchen, and before long the two jaw-dropping beauties stepped out into the large room both carrying trays of assorted finger foods.

The Kitsune moved towards one of the racks, and loosely draped a kimono around her frame; but it did little to regain her modesty, as she knelt down and sat on her heels atop one of the woven mats.

Bell sat in awkward silence as Freya climbed into his lap, lovingly draping her arm around his neck and placing his head on top of her chest. The Little Fox sent them a glance before pouring three cups of tea, while Freya spoke, "I still can't believe you almost died on the 13th floor…"

Sayuri gave a solemn nod, "Yea… I can hardly remember what happened. I only know that I absolutely abhor the 10th, 11th, and 12th floors… The Bad Bats are the bane to my sensitive ears, the Imps are annoying, and the Orcs are simple to deal with if one can manage their size…" A scowl wormed its way onto the Little Fox's face, "…and the mist seemed to dull all the senses… Those floors are terrible."

Freya gave a forced chuckle, "Yeah, it seems that dislike is shared between all those with animalistic features. I remember Ottar saying much the same when he was just a Level 2… Ah, that was ages ago…"

Sayuri's expression softened slightly at the mention of the Boaz, "So, Bell was it? How are you enjoying yourself?"

The white rabbit stiffened, unsure what to say let alone do, "I-I don't know… Everything just seems… Only a few days ago I was struggling to find a Familia, and now I sleep in the same bed as a Goddess—"

Freya lightly tapped his head, "Oh Odr~ We do so much more tha—"

"Freya… I don't tell you about my nightly activities, I don't wish to hear about yours…"

The Goddess pouted as she pulled Bell further into her bosom, "Fine…"

Sayuri rolled her eyes, "Must you tease the boy, I don't think he'll last much longer with so much blood in his head."

"Ha! My Odr isn't so weak that he'll—"

"Freya, I don't think he's conscious…"

"Ah! You vixen!" Freya pointed her finger at Sayuri, "Put those milky mounds away! You're scaring my beloved!"

Sayuri sighed as she tightened her juban, and pulled her kimono closed…

She couldn't even dress comfortably in her own home…

Ha… Scaring? Sure… If you say so Freya…

A frown washed across Sayuri's face as she heard something in the distance, rising to her feet while Freya lifted her oversized hoodie to reveal that she had worn nothing underneath, before giving the unconscious rabbit a nude lap pillow…

The Goddess shuddered as his breath tickled her stomach, while Sayuri limped towards the door, opening it before the figure could knock, "What do you want Hermes…?"

Freya's gaze immediately shot towards them, while Hermes lowered himself in front of Sayuri, his voice shaky, "O-Oh Saintess—I-I came to inform you that y-your status is to be checked at the guild…"

"Ha, very well… Run along now Hermes, my patience for your presence grows thin…"

"H-Hai!!" Hermes stumbled into a bow before disappearing from Sayuri's senses, while Freya gave a mischievous giggle, "I didn't know you had Hermes wrapped around your delicate fingers… Oh, how saddened would Ottar be to know—"

"It's not like that Freya…"

"Awn," the Goddess pouted, having already envisioned Ottar's heartbreak as Sayuri broke the news to the 'King' while using Hermes as a stool…

Freya's mind was filled with various deviant thoughts as she tried to understand the relationship between Hermes and his supposed Saintess…

While Sayuri blinked away a Status Update, having gained a new title and a number of Positive Traits…

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Otter climbed out of the Dungeon with an unconscious cat-kin stuffed into a leather sack, held under his arm. Thus began his search for Freya, as he couldn't leave the insubordinate cat-kin on his own. The first place he checked…?

It was obviously Sayuri's home, which he had been coaxed to move into… How could he say no to his Little Fox after all?

It was just past midday, so Ottar may be able to catch the Priestess and Goddess on their return to the Little Fox's abode. It hadn't taken long for Ottar to arrive at the tall privacy fence, and make his way inside taking a moment to admire the absolute beauty of the seemingly randomly placed gardens. Before making his way to the door, and entering the home to find Freya sat on the sofa, with somebody laying in her lap, their head stuffed under the Goddess' oversized hoodie while Sayuri limped—"What happened?!"

Sayuri turned, her cerulean orbs widening as they found him, a spark flourished into a brilliant flame as she pushed through her limp and tackled the large boaz, who caught her with a single arm, "Sayuri who—"

Ottar was silenced as Sayuri stole his lips for a long moment, only breaking free after Freya began to giggle behind her hand, "Your back?! I thought you'd be gone for another few weeks?"

Before Ottar could explain, Freya spoke up, "Oho, you've brought a bad kitten…"

"Yes, Allen had disregarded your orders and continued to attack me… I could only knock him unconscious and stuff him into this sack until you, My Goddess, name your punishment."

Freya smiled as a hint of bloodthirst found her eyes, "Break his limbs and blind him. He'll find his use elsewhere."

The Goddess shrugged as she returned her focus to the unfamiliar figure in her lap, while Ottar gave a grunt and a nod before returning his gaze to the Little Fox clasping onto his body. Catching his gaze, her cerulean orbs averted, "I almost died in the dungeon…"

Ottar stiffened, "How…? Unless—"

"It wasn't a Monster Party, nor a Pass Parade. I had plenty of Creamy Wings to secure my life, it—I— I was overwhelmed and foolishly decided to delve deeper into the dungeon… If Ryuu; that Elf from the Hostess of Fertility that you like, hadn't found me on the 13th floo…"

Sayuri shook her head with a sigh as she distanced herself from Ottar, her eyes meeting his gaze once more, "Welcome back, my love."

Ottar closed his eyes and took a breath, when they opened he carried a soft smile, "It's good to be back… Could you pour me a cup of tea? I'm parched."

Sayuri gave a dutiful nod as she moved towards the tray bearing the cups and tea pot while Ottar sat on his heels atop his personal woven mat; which sat next to Sayuri's. When suddenly Freya shuddered out a stifled moan, as a soft groan sounded out under her hoodie, "It seems our guest has awoken," Sayuri lightly chimed as she sat on her heels next to Ottar, as they interlocked their hands the both took a drink from their cups as Freya flashed her divine flower as a white haired youth sat up with a deep blush.

Ottar averted his eyes from the flashing, while Sayuri focused on adding a few cubes of sugar to her tea. Not in the mood to blink away the absurd amount of Status Updates that would come with seeing the Goddess' unblossomed flower…

"Whaa?! Who?! Ah! I'm sorry!" The white rabbit hurriedly spat out, while Sayuri lightly shook her head, Ottar looked at the youth with a brow raised before shifting his gaze to Freya; who smothered the awakened youth in her chest, then Sayuri who quietly sipped her tea.

Ottar was lost, and confused, but the tea was too good to care about anything else as Sayuri's soft finger caressed his hand. Conveying that whatever was happening, wasn't an issue in the slightest…

'Lightly' punching the sack as it began to squirm, Ottar forcibly ceased its movement, before returning his focus to the assortment of snacks laid out on the table as Sayuri leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Oh, Bell, my Odr~ hadn't I warned you of Sayuri's beauty…? You should be filled with joy at having seen what you had, not embarrassment."

Freya's soft cooing caused Ottar to stiffen as his gaze locked onto the white haired youth who could barely contain the bulge in his pants, while his face was smothered between a pair of Divine Breasts…

Catching his gaze, Freya smiled softly and Ottar could only stare into his Goddess' eyes… Finding naught but happiness filling her silver orbs…

"So, he saw you naked?" Ottar huffed.

Sayuri rolled her eyes, "A nipple slipped from my juban and he fell unconscious, he'd probably die if he saw anymore—"

Freya mischievously giggled, "He saw more than just a nipple… You're not wearing panties you naughty fox…"

Sayuri shrugged as Ottar sighed, "Freya, what's the point of a bra, if you don't wear panties to match?"

Freya smiled brightly, "You're right!"

Sayuri sighed as the Goddess pulled off her oversized hoodie and immediately began to unclasp her bra, wholly uncaring that she had just stripped naked before everyone in the room. Ottar's head fell into his palm, while Sayuri blinked away a number of Status Updates. As for Bell, his eyes traced every ripple, bounce, and settling of the Goddess' figure as a thin trail of blood leaked from his nose…

Only for Freya's bra to be draped over his head as the Goddess pulled him into her lap, and pulled her oversized hoodie over the both of them. With a toothy smile on her face, she held the hidden rabbit with both her arms as she rested her chin atop his head that barely peeled out of the hoodie.

Ottar shook his head, while Sayuri lightly spoke, "Freya, you won't be fucking in my house."

"Mhm," the Goddess hummed.

Ottar eventually went into the backyard and crushed the limbs of an insubordinate kitten, before leaving him to crawl around the backyard…

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Sayuri moaned as she pulled away from Ottar's slumbering embrace, the weight filling her stomach slowly falling out of her depths. Rising from the bed, Sayuri made her way to the bathroom knowing she'll have to clean the sparse trail of love-batter dripping out of her when she finished cleaning herself. As she sank into the scalding warm water, a long breath left her lips as she simply rested in the warmth.

After a long soak, and a light scrub Sayuri climbed out of the tub and drained the water. Filling the tub once more, she sank into its scalding depths and began to clean herself as the bed creaked in the other room. The soft snores no longer find her ears, informing her that Ottar had awoken. He groggily stumbled into the bathroom, and took a seat on a nearby stool, his head resting on his palm as his elbow rested on his knee, his gaze drinking in Sayuri's nude, wet form.

Paying her boaz, and his loving gaze a momentary glance Sayuri began scrubbing her scalp as suds ran off her frame. Ottar rose to his feet, and filled a nearby large cup with water, slowly pouring it over Sayuri's soap-ridden frame. Her arms fell as Ottar's large fingers massaged her scalp, careful not to soak the large cotton balls the Little Fox had stuffed in her furry ears.

After a long time in the bath, both Ottar and Sayuri stepped out into the bedroom. While Ottar began getting dressed, Sayuri limped her way down the stairs and began to cook breakfast.

It was like any other day, where they are a large hearty meal, and Ottar left to the dungeon, Freya arrived soon after to load the cart with Bell's help before he too ran off towards the dungeon.

Once again, Sayuri was alone in her home. Bored beyond belief, sat on her heels in her living room, dressed in a dark blue halter-top dress Sayuri began to hum a tune that surfaced in her mind.

She couldn't wait until she was fully healed, as the absolute lack of ability to cast magic due to the incredible strain placed upon her 'mind'; that had yet to recover, has left Sayuri in a tight spot when it came to making meals. No longer could she bless them, leaving those that buy her meals daily in a hard spot as the main reason the meals were so worthwhile was no longer present… It wasn't as if Sayuri could outwardly say she had been injured in the Dungeon, and with the Status Check scheduled for later in the day blatantly stating that she had been delving into the dungeon would only further the suspicion she was under…

With a wince, Sayuri tensely intoned, "Warmth—"

A pressure assaulted Sayuri's mind as her mana churned, swelled, and collapsed sending a recoil through her whole body. The once comfortable heat became a painful scorching wisps of flame that licked her clothes…

A groan slipped her lips as her head fell into her palms, internally cursing herself, Sayuri slowly righted her position. Wondering why she had to test something she already knew for herself…

Taking a sip from a glass of tea, Sayuri closed her eyes in an attempt to soothe the unbearable pressure building in her mind from pulling upon her strained 'Mind'. Yet, hidden underneath that pressure was a newfound understanding into the very warmth—heat—flame she had called upon…

Slowly, Sayuri fell into a moment of introspection, understanding that she needed to expand upon and understand more about the magic that she wields. It felt as simple as calling an element, but it was so much more than that…

She had felt it many times before, when she had been experimenting with her magic. There had been times when she had called upon something she had simply said on a whim;not chanted, certain subconscious understanding—comprehension would cause her magic to churn, spontaneously manifesting on the smallest level.

Had she mentioned the cold, she would receive a deep chill.

Had she commented upon the wind, she would find a faint breeze washthrough her.

Had she complained about the brightness, she would find it dimmed.

Darkness… Sayuri was infinitely familiar with Darkness… When she spoke of the darkness, her shadow deepened.

While Sayuri was lost in her thoughts about the intricacies of her magic, Ottar quietly slipped through the door hoping to catch Sayuri before the guild came to take her for a useless Status Check…

The Little Fox didn't have a drop of Ichor inking her flawless skin, and from what he'd heard circulating the city. The Guild Investigator was trying to rope Sayuri into much more than just a Status Check, yet there was nothing Ottar nor Freya could do about it until everything was set into motion…

However, Ottar was worried about how Sayuri would react. The woman was unpredictable at the worst moments, and terribly predictable in the best moments… Sadly, this was about to be a terrible moment, and the last time Sayuri had literally cursed a God… A God who hasn't shown his face around Orario for a long while, and supposedly had started a cult somewhere in distant lands…

In short, Sayuri was scary when she was unhappy. That was something Ottar wasn't ashamed to admit. She could kill with a light touch and a loving smile, using the same magic that bestowed blessings upon hundreds of people a day. Sayuri had a seemingly endless well of mana, limited only by her 'Mind'…

She was a woman who without a {Blessing of the Gods} could kill her way down to the 13th Floor, a place in the dungeon a party of level 2s would struggle with, Alone. Something even a Level 3 would struggle with…

The beautiful Fox he had fallen for was an enigma, a look into how the 'ancients' managed the monsters spewing out from the Dungeons depths. The last thing Ottar wanted was for Sayuri to be pushed to a point that she no longer cared to be polite, gentle, and nice…

He didn't wish to see the coldness in her eyes, to hear her apathetic voice as he had in that cell underneath the Guild Headquarters… Where he learned that the woman he cared for wasn't of this world. Yet, that didn't matter. The Divine weren't from this world, and they are welcomed, and loved equally.

Hermes himself said that Sayuri inhabited a Divine Vessel, so what would she be except a Goddess without Divinity?

Whenever he thought that, Ottar couldn't help but feel a faint sadness, as that most probably meant that she would never bear his children… Not that Ottar was opposed to adoption if that was what Sayuri wished, but deep down he wanted a child to hold, to love, to care that was of his own blood…

A sigh slipped his lips as he fell into a sofa, his gaze falling onto Sayuri as she sat on her heels unmoving, not even the slightest movement shown itself to his Level 8 perception. If she was a Goddess, what would her Divinity be…?

Ottar couldn't help but wonder, perhaps Beauty and Blessings, or something involving food? It was difficult to tell, but such thoughts were always a magnificent way to pass the time. As his eyes scoured Sayuri's figure, lingering on her rosy lips that settled in a small polite that brought a crescent shape to her closed eyes, before drifting down to her delicate neck, rounded toned shoulders that trailed down towards muscular arms, tracing the fabric of her dress down to her cleavage that was as beautiful as it was bountiful.

He caught a faint tremble wash through her body, as his gaze peered through her cleavage; that pulled the fabric from her body, past her navel to find that she had once again either forgotten or refused to put on a pair of panties. A soft chuckle rose from his throat, knowing that should he bring up that fact, she'd only flash him before returning to what she had been doing.

It was odd how Sayuri felt about her own body. The Little Fox had no problem flaunting her body, showing every curve, line, and detail of her intimate frame. Though, at the same time she wore thick fabric dresses, even if those dresses only veil the most intimate parts of her body when she was either standing still, or sitting on her heels. The amount of people she 'accidentally' flashed due to a fashion mishap is staggering.

Not that Ottar particularly cared, having grown into and out of a relationship with Goddess Freya, who before Sayuri would host orgies whenever she was particularly bored. Ottar was never really pressed by matters of the flesh, if the Little Fox wanted a harem Ottar would claim the first husband position for himself and allow the Naughty Fox to do as she pleased.

He didn't wish to contain her, nor did he wish to limit her. Ottar only wished for Sayuri to be happy. Though, he couldn't help but wonder…

How she'd look with a bulge in her throat, while as deep in thought as she currently is… Not that Sayuri would particularly mind a certain weight in her throat…

It was always a good time when she had something to occupy herself with, when she was mulling over her thoughts…

Sayuri's eyes fluttered open as a weight in her lap registered in her mind, looking down she found Ottar staring up at her with a bright smile, "Good afternoon, my Little Fox. It's nearly time for you to head to the Guild Headquarters—"

His words were silenced as Sayuri stole his lips with a show of flexibility, their tongues battled for a long moment and Sayuri came out the survivor as Ottar broke away for a heated gasp of much needed air. Like always, Sayuri showed a toothy smile at another victory as her fingers washed through his hair, her voice soft and sultry, "I thought you were going to be in the dungeon until dinner?"

Ottar sank into Sayuri's thick, pillowy thighs, "I don't think it's going to end with a Status Check… The Guild Investigator is trying to associate you with Evilus…"

Sayuri tensed, her eyes drawing a cold murderous intent at the mere mention of the organization, while her voice grew distant, "Evilus…" her eyes narrowed into sharp blades peering deep into Ottar's rusty orbs sending a deathly chill through his mind, yet before she could continue he spoke—

"It's because your entry into Oriaro isn't documented, Freya has already spoken to Loki to gather information on your illegal arrival into the city… Ishtar may be forcibly ascended by the day's end if she's found guilty of slave trafficking. Such practices have long been outlawed in the surrounding lands, and with Freya, Loki, and if the rumors circulating the Divine Circles are correct Hermes supporting you. I doubt they'll be able to do anything to you, my love."

Sayuri's cold and distant voice softened, while her gaze grew warm and loving, "I love you," Ottar's lips were sealed once more.

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[Twilight Manor | Loki Familia]

Loki flipped a dagger in her hand as she stared out the window of her room overlooking Oriaro, the view was in no manner comparable to a certain Goddess' room in the Tower of Babel, however it allowed Loki a great sight to churn over her thoughts.

"To think Freya would use her Favor…"

It was a near silent mutter that left the Trickster in a sour mood, having never expected the Goddess to set aside her pride to cash in such a hefty favor, let alone for something so trivial…

"Sayuri Shizuka…" The name rolled off her tongue, leaving behind an odd aftertaste, one that caused her throat to constrict, and sweat to build in her palm. The mortal without a Blessing, who had taken the city by storm there was not an Adventurer in Orairo who hadn't had her name, or titles roll off their tongues. There were many who held sickening fantasies, some who saw her as a reincarnation of an ancient saintess, some who saw her as a Fallen God… Others who say her simply as the woman with a polite smile, but everyone knew that she was Ottar's mate.

Even Hermes—

Loki scowled, as she remembered the state in which she had found the God, his incessant mutters about doing better, about redeeming himself… His prayer to the Mortal… It had sickened her on a depth of her being that she had only the minimal knowledge of, one that had been instilled into her Divine Vessel, the very same that told her when her Spheres of Divinity were getting the best of her…

A God praying to a Mortal, who claims to be a Priestess, who is hailed as a Saintess to a God unknown.

Loki sighed, dropping the dagger allowing it to stab into the hardwood floor, she stared at the blade as it stoo perfectly upright, "It seems things will be quite entertaining."

Though Loki carried a worrisome glint in her eyes it was outshined by a great mischievousness, one that would place her hand in many matters.

Just as she had before…

Loki would survive, she didn't know about the others though…

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"I thought I told you I didn't wish to make a habit of undressing in front of men? Let alone so many at one," Sayuri spoke with a frown as she stared at the crowd of Gods, not a single Goddess stood in the room alongside a number of Guild Officials.

"You will not need to undress before them, only him—"

"No," Sayuri replied flatly.

"Miss Shizuka, this is all part of the process—"

"Undressing before a dozen Gods who can't keep their lustful gazes to themselves, and a number of men whom I don't even know the name of?! There is not a single woman in this room aside from myself, and you dare tell me to undress?"

Aiden frowned, "Miss Shizuka, if you do not adhere to the process then I will have no other choice than to have you imprisoned—"

"For refusing to undress in front of a bunch of perverts?"

"Silence!" A God roared, "Woman, she'd the cloth that veils your body or I will do it for you!"

"You touch me, and you'll die." It was those cold apathetic words that silenced the room, and not the outrage of the God who stiffened at her words. They were the truth, every God realized that the moment those words rolled off her tongue, "I care not if I'm hunted to the ends of the world, if you lay a single finger on me. I swear by all that is Divine, you will die."

Sayuri pulled hair over her shoulder she turned around to reveal her bare back, while her tail laid flat against her leg to reveal her unstained skin. The silence carried for a moment before her tail flicked to the side and she hiked up her dress, pulled it taut then shifted the extra cloth through her legs in a manner reminiscent of a diaper, revealing the full length her unstained legs and nothing more.

With a turn her favorite kitchen knife revealed itself in her hands as she released the length of her dress and cut a line a hands length below her bust leaving two wide curtains to keep them revealed to show her unstained stomach as the knife slid into the waist of her dress. As she rolled the cut length of dress taut around her waist, before silently staring at everyone in the room.

The silence carried for a number of seconds, before Loki kicked the door open with a toothy smile a vial of a clear-gold liquid, she paused for a long minute the Goddess' eyes devouring the sight laid out before her, Loki's smile grew wider as a lightness fell into her steps.

"Well, it looks like I arrived just on time," Loki's voice came out with a hint of mirth, the Goddess' signature giggle came out for the briefest of moments as her eyes narrowed into sharp slits her smile curling up her face, as her feet carried her to Sayuri under the complex gaze of two cerulean orbs.

The depths of those eyes caused Loki's smile to ease into a far more practiced one, "Would you like to join my Familia—"

Sayuri's eyes sharpened, her lips moving to speak yet Loki swiftly continued, "—I swear not a drop of my blood will bind you."

Loki's soul shrank as Sayuri's body fell into a 'perfect' state, nothing could be read from her frame, for time seemed to freeze in the 'perfect' moment, those Cerulean Orbs grew infinitely deeper until all Loki could do was stare into the unfathomable darkness held in their center.

Sayuri's voice cut through the silence before another could speak, it carried the vast thickness that was Sayuri's magic, as blood pooled in her eyes and leaked from her nose, her voice momentarily solidified the room…

[Status Updated! The Will of the World channels its Presence.]

"I, Sayuri Shizuka, accept."

[Status Updated! The Will of the World bestows a Title! (Hero)]

[Status Updated! Class Evolution! (Priestess -> Saintess)]

Loki stumbled backwards as 'something' latched onto her very being, great chains that carried the presence that had once warned her, that neither hindered nor pained Loki, but left a heavy warning one that told her that her very existence would be [Deleted] should she renegade on her promise.

Sayuri coughed up a mouthful of blood, and fell to a knee before falling over to the side, showing all those but Loki her back as a Status materialized…

[ (A/N: Status is being shown to both Sayuri and others here, for the Kitsune through the eyes, others from her back. All within ; , is hidden from her back.)

Name: Sayuri Shizuka

Race: Fox-Kin

Familia: Loki

Level: 2

Stats -

• Strength: I-0

• Endurance: I-0

• Dexterity: I-0

• Agility: I-0

• Magic: I-0

• Spirit Pleasure (Ignes Lumen) - F

• Hastened Regeneration (Ignes Lumen) - F

• Composure (Ignes Lumen) - F

• Spearmaiden (Vulpes Hasta) - H

• Hunter - I

Skills -

• Ignes Lumen

• Vulpes Hasta

• Vulpes Sacerdos

• Amare Libertas

Magic -

• Magic Bestowal

]

Many people's expressions immediately became tense, as they stared at the status displayed, while Divine Knowledge engulfed their minds filling the lack of knowledge pertaining to each Skill, and Magic.

At that moment they all understood, there was not such a thing as containing the woman before them, she would only grow strong enough to break free. They could feel—see—understand her strength from the Status they read, this woman was capable of contending with average Level 3's.

Including the Strength of Ottar, Freya, and now Loki…

Sayuri was only further defined as 'Untouchable'.

Not to mention the manner in which the Little Fox's Status manifested, without a single drop of ichor. Which meant it couldn't be removed with Ichor…

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Sayuri awoke in an unfamiliar space, surrounded by familiar people. Ottar sat at her side with a face of worry, Freya sat dead in front curled up inside of an oversized hoodie while Loki leaned against the wall by the door. The room itself was of 'modest' opulence, simplicity in design but outrageous in materials, a desk made purely from Elder Ironwood, something Sayuri didn't even understand why she knew…

Shaking the random thoughts from her mind, an Otter's hand encased her own while Freya leap to her feet and nearly onto the Little Fox, "SAYURI!"

Loki startled from her distant gaze at the shout—scream, looking up to find the newest member of her Familia calming Freya with a thoughtless head pat, while receiving one from the large Boaz at the Little Fox's side.

Loki couldn't help but stare at the scene, "So, your a Level 2."

Sayuri nodded at Loki's words, "I've been in the Dungeon a number of times. Ottar can attest to my skill, or lack thereof."

Loki's eyes darted to Ottar as he gaze a faint nod, "She's comfortably made it to the 7th floor solo, has experienced a Pantry Raid, Monster Party, and Ant Swarms a number of times—" His gaze landed on Sayuri for a brief moment before shifting back to Loki, "—Uses Creamy Wings by the Dozens, and can perhaps killed the Goliath with a single chant…"

Sayuri tilted her head in thought for a long moment before nodding her head, "I'd be drained and on the cusp of Mind Down—"

"What?!" Loki spoke in an attempt to wrap her mind around what she had just heard…

"Yeah," Sayuri's gaze landed on the Goddess as Freya held the Little Fox's palm to her cheek, "I had used it to clear my way through 4 floors in a moment of desperation. Allowed dark thoughts to take hold…"

The Fox's words trailed off as Freya frowned deeply, "I told you to stop trying to use magic…"

It sounded like a child's pout, Loki shook her head turning the trio out as she fell into thought for a long moment, "You will not hunt Solo anymore."

Sayuri's gaze found Loki as the Goddess' words silenced the room, Ottar's gaze darted to Sayuri almost pleading while Freya's smile bloomed…

"Okay," Sayuri replied lightly, relatively unbothered by the prospect, "Will your Odr be joining me Freya?"

"Yes! YES! Sayuri! You're the best! I'll tell him now!" The Goddess planted a kiss onto Sayuri's forehead before sprinting out the room in an explosion of boundless joy, before anyone could try to stop her…

A sigh slipped from Ottar, while Sayuri gave a gentle smile, "Loki, are there any children you want to join my party?"

Loki hummed in thought for a long moment, before shaking her head, an unintelligible mutter slipping from her lips, before her voice rose, "When you've recovered, come to the Twilight Manor. There is much we will need to speak about…"

Sayuri hummed out an affirmative, before leaning into Ottar as Loki left the two alone.

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Sayuri groaned as she awoke to a stream of light illuminating her closed eyes, slowly her eyes fluttered open to find Ottar softly snoring at her side. His member filled her sensitive quim, while his warm weight filled her womb, shifting her hips slightly to sooth the desire growing within as Ottar grew slowly filling and stretching her depths, pulling a soft stifled moan from her lips. Sayuri pulled his hand towards her breast and interlocked her hand atop his, using his hand to squeeze her chest to further her own pleasure… Ottar grunted awake, pulling Sayuri on top of him as she let out a sharp gasp…

Ottar eventually pleasured Sayuri back to sleep, and as she curled up in the ruffled, dirty sheets Ottar wiped the sweat from her frame with a clean cloth. Before heading out to start his day in the dungeon, with a meal box already prepared and his gear ready for yet another slaughter.

As he stepped out into the street, Ottar hefted his swords onto his back and made his way towards the Tower of Babel. As he stepped onto the 30th floor, Sayuri awoke, her eyes fluttering open to find the curtains closed allowing only a dim illumination to fill the room.

Slowly rising from her bed, Sayuri pulled herself to the bath and began to run a steaming bath, before turning as pulling the sheets, pillows, and covers from the bed. Replacing them with a clean set, before being the bundle of cloth downstairs and towards a dedicated room.

Trudging up the steps, Sayuri groggily moved through her room into the bathroom, and shut off the tap just before the bath was too full to swallow her frame without overflowing. A pleasant breath slipped from her lips, as Sayuri slowly lowered herself into the bath, and continued her morning ritual

Finishing it all with a soft chant…

Flowing down the stairs, Sayuri adorned a simple outer kimono and made her way to the kitchen putting the finishing touches to an obscene amount of boxed meals she had prepared a month in advance.

The day continued, Sayuri sold her meals and was free by midday and instead of returning home with her cart. She left it at the Gazebo for Freya's Familia to return to her home while Sayuri left for the Tower of Babel, where Bell and two others waited for her…

"Oi!" A gruff voice sounded out as she neared the fountain before the sky piercing tower, pulling her gaze towards the trio she'd be delving into the dungeon until further notice.

Sending the dwarf a polite smile, and a gentle nod, Sayuri's cerulean orbs fell onto Bell as he fiddled with a short sword. A hand axe occupied his waist next to an empty harness and a small hide sack, the harness was soon filled as Sayuri began to hand out meals and blessings like it was any other day.

"C'mon, Drago, ain't no reason to stare," a Halfling nudged the dwarf with an elbow sending the stout man a cheeky smile as she bounced towards the Little Fox accepting the offered meal with both hands.

Drago grumbled as he did much the same, vigorously planting his hand atop the Halfling's head, "Aria, ye little shit. See if I fix ye legs when they break."

Aria playfully pouted as she pulled her hood over her head, and played with a length of metallic wire, "Aww…"

Bell awkwardly gazed between everyone present as Sayuri removed her kimono revealing a tight, form fitting leather—plated bodysuit that hung her form in a manner that forced Bell's gaze away. The Little Fox spent some time adjusting, and double checking her gear before pulling her hair back into a tight bun, and lightly brandishing her short spear.

"Bell, are you ready?" Sayuri's soft, pleasant voice filled the youthful rabbit ears and he eagerly nodded his head, while Sayuri's cerulean orbs fell onto the Dwarf and Halfling couple who were more aggressive than any other.

The dwarf gruffly spoke, hefting a large hammer over his shoulder as he lifted a tower shield that had been leaning against the fountain, "-e'll be hunt on thee 5th Floor, I know ye stronger than that, but the little lad's a little shite and only hunted goblins—"

His words were silenced into a choking mess as the Halfling bounded into his shoulder wringing his neck with a metallic wire, as she sent an apologetic smile Bell's way, "Sorry about my husband… You know what they say about dwarves—"

Aria was silenced as a large palm engulfed her face, and pulled her off the Dwarf's back as he heaved for breath, "Ye little shit… I ain't want to hear your pleads when I pummel ye into stupidity."

"Awn!" The Halfling wrapped her arms around the dwarf, "Does that means we are finally getting pregnant?!"

"We…?!" Bell uttered out in confusion.

Sayuri sighed as she draped her outer cloth back around her body, already understanding that it was going to be a long day…

"Shut it ye little shit, or watch as I break ye'r legs and pummel ye into oblivion!"

Aria once again eluded to the prospect of pregnancy causing the Dwarf to groan as his lover turned all his threats into some kinky foreplay…

Sayuri looked up to the sky, briefly closing her eyes before walking ahead, no longer wishing to be a part of their antics before entering the dungeon, being in their presence simply made getting into the proper mindset that much more difficult. Not that Sayuri was particularly bothered, she simply missed Ottar.

The chatter continued all the way into the Dungeon, as Bell was 'forced' to deal with all the monsters that approached until he began to be overwhelmed. Aria's masterful use of her wire darts delimbed monsters en masse while Drago showed agility unbefitting his frame blocking any wayward attack before flattening his foes…

While Sayuri lingered near the rear of their formation, watching as the Bell beheaded a Kobold, while Aria bounded off Draco's shoulders into the air sending her wired darts through monsters, and tying them with her wires cutting limbs with a tug.

With little to do, Sayuri found herself locked in the rear of the formation, her ears occasionally twitching as they picked up distant sounds. While her tail laid flat against her legs, Sayuri's cerulean orbs watched as Bell robbed a goblin of an arm then a leg before thrusting his short sword through its chest.

His movements felt like they were guided by an outside force, one that wouldn't allow the youth to fail…

Hours passed, and soon Sayuri stepped out of the dungeon with three others. Not a spot of blood marred her frame, and her spear remained as clean as it had been when she arrived before the Tower of Babel hours prior. The trio were more that enough to handle the Floors they passed through and hunted on, the Dwarf Halfling duo were most definitely Level 3s most probably sent to evaluate Sayuri.

If their poorly veiled sourness was anything to go by, they hadn't learn much if anything about the young woman except for the fact that she was a capable chef…

They split off as they stepped out of the Tower, with Sayuri heading home while Bell waved her off and returned to the Tower to go find his Goddess. The duo watched Sayuri's leave, only for the Dwarf to be smacked upside his head, "What'd I tell you about staring?!"

The dwarf grumbled as the Halfling hugged his arm… Slowly they returned to the Twilight Manor.

As for Sayuri, she spent the rest of her day watering

the gardens and taking care of the Red Oak up until the moment Ottar returned soaked in blood and filth tired after a long day.

The Naughty Fox helped him inside and with deft fingers slowly stripped him of his blood soaked cloth before pulling him up to the bath. Where she raised the blood and grime from his frame, her dexterous fingers sensually digging into his tense, taut flesh easing his muscles…

After rinsing the suds from his body, Sayuri drained the water as Ottar climbed out of the tub, finding Sayuri knelt before him atop a towel. Before he could speak, her hand wrapped around his member keeping him still and quiet as a chant rolled off her tounge a moment before a length filled the Little Fox's throat, "Warmth…"

Ottar heaved a grunt as the unnatural warmth melded with the pleasure of Sayuri warm throat—

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(A/N: Took a long time to write this chapter, and even then it's only ~8K words…

The next may take an equal amount of time to release, but it will eventually find your digital library.

Don't have much for you here except the fact that the pacing of the story will slow, as I attempt to flesh out Loki and her familia and integrate Sayuri further into the story…

The story won't be long, and many of you may not like the ending, but there will be an ending to this story.)