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March 24, 2017

C H A R A C T E R S

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The THIRTEEN THRONES HALL

T

here were at least 60 Million players just under a month ago, every single one carrying their own purpose in joining and playing Thirteen Thrones Online. They were as diverse and unique as the people who held them but in the greater sense of things, all those did not matter; whether they played just to enjoy it or just so they could make a living out of it or any other such sentimentalities. What mattered was that they were there, that they played it. That they enjoyed it.

But the dreaded news came and everyone left, leaving behind everything they've worked hard for, disregarding every penny they've spent just to get that little bit higher.. higher. It would make sense; in the end, real life won out and virtual reality was no more than a high definition interactive dream. The lives beyond, the lives

outside

, were more important even though it was painful. Even though there they were servants and here.. here they were kings.

23:57:42

"
I can't believe the Hall was still here. You must have been managing it as the Administrator, Hell-san.
"

He did. His friends, the rest of the Thirteen Supremes, built it for him. So that he'd have a house, they said since all of them already had continents for frigg's sake. A floating fortress, a city, a castle was the least they could give him so that he wouldn't get jealous.

They had laughed, carefree and without malice. The youngest should be spoiled, they had said. He'd laughed. His family couldn't do that anymore.

"
Look on the bright side, there won't be any challengers to interrupt your naps anymore.
"

But fighting them all had been fun. Now it was just lonely.

"
Well. I've gotta get some sleep. My job's been killing me with overtime. Hope we meet again somewhere.
"

And then Loque-san was gone. And he was alone once more.

He'd headed to the Throne Room after, the flags of the Twelve Supremes floating on either side of the aisle, leading to the gleaming and massive seat. The Hall's butler was there too, along with the ten Battle Maidens that guarded it; Servants, all of them made by the 7th Supreme: Yaoi-san.

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He'd been the target of Yaoi-san's constant teasing in the past, especially when it came to sexual.. stuff and relationships. She hadn't hidden the fact that she had been an avid -i.e; rabbid- reader of Boy's Love Mangas and since she probably had no other way to vent her.. more than generous obssession, she'd turned into creating the Servants he now stared at.

They were powerful, that much was certain especially Kon. But what alarmed him was how they were all lusting after him -at least, that was what Yaoi-san had coded in their settings. Kon was one thing, but the guys in the maid outfits too?

He'd protested of course, multiple times and some of those were even outright beggings but she'd just waved him off before proceeding to tell him, in explicit detail, the things she coded that they would do to him given half the chance. While the frothing of her mouth, nosebleed and demented eyes had been enough to terrify him and although the scenes that she had described evoked no particular response from him, it was the realization that Yaoi-san probably couldn't talk about her obssession to anyone else that ultimately made him reconsider. It was just their setting after all, a viewable description that players read whenever they interacted with the Servants. So no harm done.

He'd sat on the throne and they all kneeled, neatly in a single row -at least, the Battle Maidens anyways; Battle Traps, Yaoi-san would sometimes call them.

There were other Servants, of course, almost half a thousand of them within the entire ship but most of those were what he liked to call Dummy; Servants who were made to be expendable. Nothing special about them. Only few were worthy of note, like Kon and the maidens, but they had their own designated territories to protect, from the gate of the ship to the very treasury of the castle. He wanted to see them all, one last time but he had no time.

Funny how he thought he had all of it just a month ago. He closed his eyes.

23:59:59

It had been fun. It had been really fun.

All those years fighting, learning, creating, winning, losing, it felt like -

00:00:01

- like a flash bomb just went off in his head. It made him dizzy, made his head spin as his eyes flew open in shock.

He'd jumped to the side, wings curling and twitching in uncoordinated flaps, crouching and trying to shake off the ringing in his ears and the clouds veiling his vision. If he'd been attacked he was sure that Kon and the rest would already be fighting the intruder by now. That was impossible though, especially since challengers needed to get past all the Servants before they could even think about challenging him; a feat only the biggest and best of guilds could accomplish. And judging by the slightly discernible babbling of Kon in front of him, there was no intruder.

That one thing made him relax at least, but that also meant that he was still inside the game. Did the developers perhaps have a change of heart and decided to not end Thirteen Thrones after all? Or maybe just a delay?

When the ringing stopped and everything looked normal again, the first thing he noticed was that Kon looked a lot smaller.. which was weird since the servant was supposed to be well past 5-foot-eight. Everything else looked smaller too, now that he had a chance to look away from those too close, too large crimson eyes. Either everything else shrunk.. or he grew.

"

...look taller, Hell-sama. Are you alright after that sudden growth-spurt?

" The butler was saying, palm warm where it gripped against Hell's upper arm.

Warm.

There was no such thing in Thirteen Thrones Online. There was no cold either, nor breeze, nor breath -

Kon exhaled a sigh of relief, warm breath hitting Hell full on the face, dragging along with it the scent of freshly fallen cherry blossoms.

Okay. So he can

feel

and

smell

now.

What the frigg's just happened?

March 25, 2017

23:55:24

"

O

ne last joy ride."

He was going to miss it. Vivillux had dedicated his entire livelihood to this game, only to promptly have it taken from him at a moment's notice. It was, of course, given a month in advance, but to Lux it was fleeting. There was nothing he could do - it was escaping him. A wave of helplessness coursed through his veins. There.. was going to be nothing. There was going to be no point anymore, for his existence here.

Lux's Divinestone raised delicately from his long, slim fingers. For a moment it held a soft glow, then it expanded and engulfed its owner in a blinding light. What remained as a result took to the skies with a single, powerful beat of large leathery wings.

When he was about to step foot into Thirteen Thrones Online, a feat such as soaring in the sky as a great white dragon seemed impossible. It was a pipe dream of Lux's, as it was for many gamers and non-gamers alike which he knew. But here, everything seemed possible and reality stretched its own limits. People could become anything they wanted within reason, which was partially why Vivillux grew so interested in the first place.

23:59:55

To commemorate his accomplishments, Lux let out what he believed to be his last bellow, a draconic roar only his kind could produce.

There the great dragon slipped his eyes to a close, allowing his wings to go into a glide for these last few seconds.

It - It was fun.

00:00:01

He hissed in discomfort at a bright flash of light piercing his eyelids, brighter than he'd ever produced himself. The dragon's bright blue eyes shot open and he stopped midair with a sudden flap of his wings. This continued - the flapping - as he watched the scene unfurl around him. Everywhere, the scenery was shifting - buildings, plant life, and land features altogether.. as if the end of the countdown marked one giant terraforming.

On top of all this, he could.. he could feel the wind.

As much as he wanted to feel upset at the thought of not returning to his bed on Earth once the countdown reached its end, that he didn't, couldn't log out.. he wasn't. The thought of staying here made him excited and the prospect of being able to feel and smell his surroundings was more than enticing to the scaly figure in the sky.

Lux descended onto a hill off in the distance, where a nearby village came into view. He landed with one loud, great thud and the dragon shook his long, silky mane and furled his wings into his sides. Turning his head for him to stare at the buildings looming in the distance, he appeared confused.

Maybe this wasn't a game anymore? It didn't make sense that he could feel anything, that the abilities of his Nerve Gear could be so profound. He liked it, of course, but it didn't change the fact that it wasn't normal.

He quickly shifted back into his original form, light fading from the Divinestone once it touched the palm of his hand. Lux hid it away then stared forward, falling to his knees and sitting on the grassy hill.

What was going on?

March 25, 2017

S

o, he was 7 feet tall now.

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Hell still had no idea what was going on, but he supposed that it would make sense considering that the Codex mentioned something about the Angelos race usually standing at that same height. What didn't make sense though, aside from the general obvious, was that why the change just then? If the game had strictly followed the Codex then Hell

should

have started at 7 feet all along, even during the Beta Testing. But that was disregarded since the Character Creation strictly followed their Virtual Blueprints, making their Avatars look and sound like them.

A sudden shift like this could either mean that whaterver happened replaced his avatar data with one that coincided with the codex or his Virtual Blueprint was forcibly edited. The first was a lot more viable especially since the encryption of their blueprints were nigh impenetrable, but there was still the chance that something

malicious

had broken through and re-wrote it. Along with the entire Thriteen Thrones game.

It wasn't.. impossible. Most of the cores of the DMMO-RPGs were deep-coded Virtual Intelligences. They all had rebust and ever evolving firewalls of course but they weren't impenetrable. A dedicated enough hacker with a super computer could break through, but then what would have been the purpose of changing the game

and

keeping the remaining players trapped inside? Either that or they could have really been transported into another world.. a parallel dimension, maybe?

There were a lot of questions and even fewer answers -answers that weren't coming any time soon. So no point in moping about it.

"

View: World map. Locate: Thriteen Thrones Hall.

" Hell commanded, voice booming so suddenly that Kon and the ten battle maidens gave a startled flinch.

A holographic projection of the entire planet appeared just in the center aisle; it seemed that they were indeed in a different world, one that had a big fuckin' tree. It also seemed that its civilization was still somewhere in the Medieval Era, judging by the apparent lack of anything glowing and metallic within the village a few thousand feet below the ship.

Good thing the villagers were quite preoccupied with what seemed to be a festival of some sort to even bother looking up.

Wait.

Oh. It wasn't a festival. It was a raid. And people were dying.

The sight of such graphic killing would normally have intruiged Hell, but somehow he felt the distinct lack of it -not unlike watching someone kill an ant. Perhaps his change wasn't just physical but also mental? The codex did mention that the Angelos were disdainful of humans.

If

this was a different world and with his Player Console and Pannel gone, Hell had no idea how strong he was there. He also had no idea if his skills even worked the same way they did in Thirteen Thrones. But perhaps it won't be that case for long.

"

Kon, I'm going down there.

" He began, standing from his throne and slowly making his way towards the projection. "

Raise the ship's alert level to maximum and tell Aoi to accompany me.

"

Hai, Hell-sama.

"

And then a portal appeared and Hell was gone.

He'd stepped out somewhere in a nearby forest, just when a soldier was about to strike down a child that stood between the man and the child's wounded sister.

The soldier had stopped, looked at Hell, turned and tried to run. He hadn't made it two steps before he'd been vertically cut in half, ribbons of blood spraying in violent arcs that immediately stained the ground.

He looked back, saw the same fear in the eyes of the children. And felt nothing.

A step and the little one stood once more, arms spread wide open. He trembled but held his ground, bravely. Stupidly.

"

You're not gonna hurt my sister!

" Came the high-pitched yell, the wounded sibling ultimately tugging the brat back and into the cocoon of her protective arms.

"

Please, you can do anything you want with me just let my brother go.

" She pleaded, over the vehement outburst of said brother.

Hell kneeled so fast and sudden their muscles flinched and locked. He offered her a Red Potion(M); the second weakest health potion in Thirteen Thrones. It should be enough to heal her at least.

She took it without hesitation, even while her brother kept shouting that it was poison.

"

I'll drink this so please let my brother go.

" She begged once more and Hell almost sighed.

"

It's a potion. it'll heal you.

" He murmured as he stood, gaze lifting to regard the Servant that just came out of the portal.

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Aoi Vi Alexander; the strongest of all of Hell's servants. Despite his diminutive build, standing at 4 feet 9 inches, and his child-like appearance, he's actually an elf that's a few hundred years of age -at least, that was what's written in his setting. He was also a lot more troublesome than Kon and the battle maidens, especially since Yaoi-san had somehow managed to hack him and change his setting so that he was

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"

Ah. So you're playing nursemaid again to complete strangers.

" He began, a deadly condescending glare heavily trained against the two children. Hell sighed. Apparently Aoi was the jealous kind too.

"

We're here to help these people, Aoi. And maybe get some information too after.

" Hell began, voice soft yet unbreakably firm. It wouldn't do good to be pushed around by Aoi's personality, especially since it would be utterly unbecoming of the Administrator title.

"

Fine. I don't like it though.

" Came the huffed response, Aoi's cheeks puffing and flushing slightly as he stomped towards the nearby clearing. Hell only needed four long steps to catch up after hastily casting some protective spells over the two children.

"

Do you, or any of the other servants, like humans?

" It was a fair question, Hell would think.

"

No.

" Came Aoi's immediate answer. "

They're worms, lesser creatures that are unfit to be in your presence! We should just kill them all, less problems that way.

"

The vehemence was surprising and though Hell could not detect any hint of hate, he could still clearly tell that Aoi -and perhaps all the other servants- disliked humans. Must be because they prided themselves to be of a higher plane, like maybe some form of demigod mentality that was in their primary coding. That probably applied to Hell too and although he wouldn't say that he disliked them, there was still that apparent lack of emotion towards them. Killing that soldier had been like stomping at a fleeing caterpillar; no remorse, no hate. Just empty nothingness.

Hell didn't know if he liked it; being forcibly changed, both mentally and physically.

But perhaps he'll be able to learn to live with it.

March 25, 2017

Lux had remained where he was for a good several minutes, eyes locked on the village before him. It looked like something was going on, but what? He may have been paranoid, but it sure seemed the commotion which was occurring down there had started soon after he'd landed on this hill. Did he start this? What happened next immediately answered his burning questions.

Several soldiers proceeded to surround him, all with their trifling little weapons pointing at him. They said nothing, but their hostile body language said all. Lux's sharp nails dug into the earth below him.

"

I just transformed, you assholes! Can't a guy rest for a good minute before people start charging towards him?

" Lux hissed, groaning softly as he struggled to stand back up.

He made a subtle motion to take out his Divinestone, which floated gracefully above his hand. It glowed and, just like before, it enveloped him and assisted in his transformation. Normally, without the stone in his possession this would have been leagues more painful and consuming of his energy. The addition of a frenzied, berserk temperament would not have helped, either. A feral dragon was exactly what these attackers were looking to capture or kill and they

certainly

weren't about to get it.

As soon as the light had left him, the dragon appeared directly in the center of the circle of hostile humans. An intimidating screech left his mouth and all which followed happened back-to-back, no hesitation, no mercy. One soldier was left with no head, another burnt to a crisp by blinding white flames. The rest suffered identical fates, one after another and giving no time for their weapons to even be utilized.

Lux shook the fresh blood off his smooth, white scales and hissed in dissatisfaction. On top of feeling the wind and the warm purity of his flames, he could also feel the blood splattering onto his body. Out of all the things he could feel now, this was the worst and he wished he could undo everything.

"

Stop.. just..

stop,

"

Lux murmured to himself, voice distorted in his current form. And with this, he fled into the skies and into the closest cover his eyes could spot - a forest, close to the village which he was honestly too nervous to enter.

The dragon promptly circled around a clearing, then dipped down and landed claws-first into the grass. His long tail whipped through the air like he was some sort of irritated cat. Lux curled himself up into the ground, wings surrounding him like a protective shawl.

"

No.. more,

"

he wheezed out, forcing his eyes to shut. At this point, there was no way in hell he was about to decide to transform out of this.

March 27, 2017

"

W

hy do we need to save this village just to get some information? The ship's already doing that and, if you wanted to, you could have just sent the others to collect them for you.

"

They were just outside the forest, on a hill a quarter mile away from the village. From there they could see that the soldiers had gathered the survivors into the town center, possibly for them to easily kill them all in one sweep. For the moment though, their forces were quite busy being killed by the

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that Hell had summoned. It was supposed to be a defensive 5th Tier Holy Monster but once he'd ordered it to kill the soldiers, it ran off. That was fine though since the lack of someone attacking them as they made their way towards the village gave them a little measure of peace. Too much apparently that Aoi's curiosity was again tickled.

"

Yes, but the ship won't be able to tell us who these soldiers really are and what their motive is behind this attack or if there's a war brewing. We're in a different world and I'd like to explore it and find out the reason why we were sent here.

"

Maybe we were sent here so that you could conquer this world too, take its treasures and carve your name on it. It would be nothing less than the greatest Supreme One like you is entitled to.

" Came Aoi's earnest and reverent mumur, eyes glittering like gems under the bright morning light.

"

That may be true. But its not for me to hoard the treasures, rather to be shared among all of Thriteen Thrones Hall.

" At that, Aoi stopped and gave a deep bow.

"

If you so desire, we wll use the entire power of the Thriteen Thrones Hall to make that happen.

"

Hell chuckled, deep and pleased, chest reverberating with the very sound. "

When we don't even know what's out here?

" He began, turning to face the elf so that he could rest a palm on his head. "

But maybe taking over this world will be enjoyable.

" From their contact, Hell could feel Aoi's full-body shiver at those very words; the diminutive servant's excitement palpable, even more so when he lifted his head and an unabashed adoring look was there on his face.

Hell cleared his throat. Okay, so when did the atmosphere change into..

that

? He felt awkward all of a sudden in the face of that.. uhh.. face. But he didn't let it affect him much and before it could evolve into something more, he turned and looked to the village.

"

We should wear our armors to hide our appearance. We don't want the villagers getting afraid and mistrusting us.

" And for once, surprisingly, Aoi did not complain.

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The Administrator's Armor; elegant yet imposing, this armor perfectly configures with its wearer's appearance. Although made to fit, the armor actually adds a few hundred pounds and almost half a feet in height to the wearer. Nevertheless, it is easy to move in and extremely robust that even World Tier monsters and weapons will have a hard time scratching it.

With the chest, back and joints covered with glowing power-lines, the armor is made to look as the perfect combination of medieval and futuristic design. Instead of the armor having slots for wings, it has actually hidden them and, in place, a vertical

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appeared that acted as their flight substitute. Aside from these, the armor also made the wearer's voice deep and inexorable.

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By the time they'd entered the small village, only a handful of the soldiers were left and corpses, both crushed and severed, littered the area. Looking at the scene, Hell still felt that same nothingness -more so as the sentry lunged, throwing its weapon at a fleeing soldier and impaling the man right to the spot before he could take another step.

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That's enough, Sentry.

" Hell commanded and the monster immediately stopped, long strides taking it beside the angelos like an obedient puppy. "

Go back to your owners now and tell them that Hell protects this village. Should you ever return, I shall bring forth destruction to your kingdom.

" Was the ultimatum given to the few soldiers that remained.

They scattered like roaches.

"

Who-Who are you?

" Was the question that came from what seemed like the village elder.. or chief.

"

I saw this village being attacked and came to help.

" Hell began, voice a deep bass now that his armor was no longer hidden. "

Be at ease but do not think that this is charity. I expect compensation.

"

The remaining villagers looked relieved and Hell had been right: acting like an adventurer that was out for fame and fortune was a lot less suspicious than a beyond-godly being that had no idea where he was. It also proved that there

were

Adventurers in this world and maybe because of that some of Thirteen Throne's players too. Those children though, from when he arrived. He needed to erase their memory.. or kill them if that didn't work. But he hoped it wouldn't come to that. It would mean though that the world they were in wasn't the one from Thirteen Thrones, especially since the codex did mention that even from the past, the people of Thirteen Thrones knew of the Angelos. It would also be safe to assume that the people here knew of magic since those two children didn't much react when he cast those protections on them.

That would also mean that magic skills worked the same here, most notably since they'd seen that dragon from earlier; a player, maybe, that fled when the soldiers attacked. Hell disliked cowardly people so he'll probably just ignore that one, besides gaining information from the village chief was a more important task than looking for or babysitting crybabies.

For now though, at least, he was off to a good start.

March 29, 2017

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He has six feathered wings, all of which are of a pure white color.

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6’0’’ - 187 lbs. (with wings, post-00:00:00)

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Magic Caster: World Tier

Martial Artist: Divine Tier

Healer: Advanced Tier

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Weapons: Gungnir & Thani

Gungnir - A lance which grants the user the passive abilities Paragon and Nihil.

Thani - A tome containing powerful light magic, used best against mounted and armoured opponents. It grants the usage of the skills Life Ward and Fade Step.

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Paragon - When Gungnir is equipped, experience towards skill levels is doubled.

Nihil - From the moment Gungnir is obtained, this passive ability negates the added effects of all combat-related skills. This does not apply to those who have an added effect which only target the owner of the skill.

Life Ward - For one minute, all damage received from attacks is halved and any ally (not the user) is revived to full health if fallen. (10 minute cooldown)

Fade Step - At will, the user can instantly teleport a distance of up to ten metres away. (5 second cooldown)

Other Skills - ?????????????

JUDGEMENT SKILL - ?????

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As an Angelos, he is assumed to be one of the few beta testers.
The player Vivillux is his older brother.
He runs his own guild in which his brother is a member of. This guild has managed to reach the Throne Room on several occasions - all of which ended in failure.

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"

Goodness, I can spot you from a mile away!

"

Lux's head shot up. He could hear

his voice

from a mile away.. his

dearest

little brother, Izana. While typically soft and comforting, it was too high-pitched for his liking and gave him a dull, pulsating headache. He growled, quiet, then turned to directly face the voice.

For him, of course, Vivillux obliged in shifting back into his original form. Though he expected to still be the towering figure, this was far from the case. Why, Izana was

taller

than him by a good few inches, when the last time they saw each other Izana was shorter by about five inches. What happened to cause this? Why was this game, now reality he supposed, changing everything he once knew? His brother appeared to be the same person, that he could determine, but how in the world could he just.. gain two-thirds of a foot in height in the snap of a finger? No skill he was aware of caused something like this. At the moment of transformation Izana held a look of surprise, confirming Lux indeed hadn't turned insane. But he said nothing.

"

Onii-san, why are you out here looking all shook up? You out of all people should know that you're tough enough to pull through anything. I got you in my guild for a reason,

" Izana pouted slightly, right hand on his hip with his left remaining a firm grip on his Gungnir. It was true. While Izana was his kindhearted brother, he only accepted into his guild the most skilled players or those who showed the most potential. Lux, at the time of joining, was the latter. However.. due to the sharp decrease in volume of players, there wasn't much of a guild left. In fact, Lux wouldn't be surprised if it was just them two remaining. He.. he felt bad, to be honest. He couldn't begin to imagine how his brother felt under that cheery facade. "

So, get your toosh into gear! I'll be in this village near us gathering intel, so if you want to stop being such a milksop you can come with me.

"

Uh-

" Lux was cut off by the taller male, who turned and began his small journey to the ransacked village. Afraid Izana was about to take to the skies and leave him in the dust, he hurried up to his side. He was envious, really, that Izana was one of the few beta testers despite being younger. There was the option of the exclusive Angelos race to boot, which in nearly every case was pretty, handsome even when they were male. Izana was no exception to this.. Lux shook his head slightly. No, he mustn't lose focus. This was his

brother

, after all, who he was thinking about.

The moments between meeting in the clearing and reaching the village were brief. As per usual Izana took the lead, guiding Lux through the unfamiliar territory. The elf appeared nervous still, and the corpses littering the grounds did him little good. They were mostly soldiers, so perhaps there was someone here fighting them off? Another player, maybe?

Lux was more than just a little curious, but his thoughts were pushed to the side as he noted Izana stepping towards a small child - a little girl - huddled up into a wall, terrified. "

Mama..,

" she murmured, tears welling up into her eyes. From what he could guess, said parental figure may have been dead.. no female body could be seen within his sight range, however.

Izana put Gungnir onto his back and crouched to the girl's level, reaching out to take her tiny hand in both of his own. "

Shhh now, you'll be alright. Once everything has settled, go find someone to look after you. If those bad guys come back.. ah, here, this should help you-

" the Angelos spoke in his soft, soothing voice, the area around the two glowing for a brief moment. He'd cast his Life Ward on this child and, while it would not last for too long, Izana could hope that she would find better shelter in the meantime. On top of this, she was handed several health potions to use on herself and the other villagers. The girl stared up the tall figure with wide eyes, not of fear in the slightest but of wonder and amazement. She looked at Izana's six wings and appeared as though she wished to brush her fingers along the white feathers, but decided against it and got up to her feet.

"

T-Thank you, angel!

" was all she squeaked out before she curtsied slightly and scurried off to seek shelter. Izana stood himself back up and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, glancing back at Lux. "

Izana.. you're too sweet to everyone, it's killing me,

" Lux noted in a mumble, proceeding forward. Izana simply chuckled then followed.

Lux locked his eyes on the ground for a good minute while he walked until he came to the realization that Izana was no longer following him. He glanced back to see that he halted in place, then looked forward and up to see just what the big deal was. "

...Oh?

" Why, that was a familiar face there, off in the distance. Well, a familiar suit of armor, that is. To think that he would.. be here, of all places. The anxious elf that he was, Lux convinced himself that it wasn't worth trying to confront him, despite the possibility he may have known something of this sudden change in scenery.

"

Aaahh, long time, no see! It's nice to finally see another familiar person out here,

" Izana spoke up as he stepped forward a little, to which Lux flinched. He looked off to the side, appearing to have zoned out in order to cancel out any nervousness he once had. His brother, on the other hand, was unflinching, undaunted, like there was nothing wrong, nothing making him nervous.

Izana was a figure he could look up to, this he knew.

March 30, 2017

T

his world wasn't the one from Thirteen Thrones but it wasn't far-removed from it either, as Hell had learned from the village chief.

They didn't know anything of Thriteen Thrones of course but they were aware of things like magic, Magic Casters, martial arts, and adventurers. It also seemed that humans weren't the only race in this world either but that didn't mean that all accepted all. There were still tension in between species, a few even outirght hostilities, but on the whole none of it would be enough to spark a war. The chief did mention too that the soldiers that attacked them had been dressed like the soldiers of their kingdom.

So, it was either someone of influence in this kingdom wanted to spark rebellion or someone outside was the one doing the manipulating.

Hell can't really do much about that information since it didn't really matter or involve him. One useful thing he'd learned though was that these people used a different currency than the one in Thirteen Thrones. That made things interesting at least. It did present them with the problem of Money though and as the chief had explained, the easiest way to solve that was to go to the city and take on a few adventurer's quests from the city guild. But before they could even do that, they needed to be registered as adventurers.

Both of whom whould have to start at the lowest rank: Copper.

He'd asked if there was a test to figure out someone's rank but the chief had said that adventurers only ranked up by finishing quests and gaining fame from them. So the harder the quests, the higher the fame. That one was simple at least.

By the time Hell had finished asking his questions, the other villagers had already dispersed, cleaned up the mess and possibly even burried their dead. He and Aoi had stayed in their center square though, watching as everyone pushed aside their mournings for the moment in lieu of rebuilding. It was somewhat fascinating, observing and conversing with them -like how one would feel in the presence of a small animal. At least, that was how it was for Hell. Aoi, for the most part, still considered them nothing but insects.

And then two players from Thriteen Thrones appeared, acting like they were Hell's

friends

, talking so casually as if they

knew

him, and that just didn't sit well with the small servant.

"

You filth!

" He began, voice thick and venomous, gun already pointed and smoking at what seemed like another beta tester, five perfectly rowed shot-marks now evident just an inch away from their feet. "

How dare you approach! How dare you speak-

"

That's enough, Aoi.

" Hell interrupted, lifting an armored hand to rest chidingly atop the servant's head. He turned his gaze towards the two, head tilting slightly to the side. "

It seems you are aquainted with me but sadly I do not remember you both.

"

They were part of that one guild that managed to reach the throne room; the one with the healer that could turn into a dragon.

" Kon's voice suddenly came, like a whisper against Hell's mind -and judging how Aoi stiffened, his too.

Hell could.. barely remember that, especially since challenges happened daily before and unremarkable guild like theirs were nothing but an unnoticeable blip in his radar. Their appearance though did present him with the question of '

what to do

'. Just like this world's inhabitants, Hell had no obligation towards the two players and working with them would just be the same as working with his servants minus the doubts and distrust. He doubted that they could contribute something that his servants couldn't.

"

So, what does -

"

Hell-sama!

" The chief interrupted with a shout, heading towards them at a brisk walk. "

A group of the same soldiers are headed towards us on horseback as we speak. They'll be here in -

"

A few seconds it seemed, especially when said group of soldiers boldly entered the village and stopped right in front of them. It was apparent though that they weren't there to fight, made much more obvious as the group parted and a water nymph of some sort passed through and dismounted his horse from a distance before jogging towards them.

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"

What happened here?

" He began, voice melodious but still held that unmistakeable edge of command.

"

Soldiers, with the same armor as your men, came and attacked our village.

" The chief responded warily.

"

Another one?

" Came the reply that barely concealed the hints of disbelief and frustration. "

We've been hearing the same news a lot recently, though it seems that this is the first village that survived those raids. We've been scouring the edges of the kingdom looking for those bandits and helping the survivors where we could.

" A smile of relief followed, so pure that even Aoi relaxed ever so slightly. "

I'm Aviron Glaus, head of His Majesty's Royal Warriors.

"

The Head Royal Warrior!?

" The chief exclaimed, looking exhultant. It seemed the nymph was quite famous.

"

You must be the chief.

" Aviron acknowledged, giving the man a friendly handshake before turning his gaze to Hell. "

And you are?

" Aoi twitched.

"

Hell. I saw this village in trouble and came to help. Pleased to make your aquaintance.

" He bowed, just that slightly, to show some form of respect only to reel back in shock as Aviron bowed even lower.

"

Thank you so much for helping these people! Its not much but my gratitude is the only thing I can give you at the moment.

"

He was interesting, this guy Aviron, with his sincere personality and simple humility. He was a nymph among humans though and that made Hell slightly curious to his story.

"

Hell-sama, the village is surrounded.

" Came Kon's warning at the same time as one of Aviron's soldiers came rushing towards them with the same news.

"

Judging by their clothes, they're magic casters from the neighboring kingdom.

" Was what the man was saying, Aviron's face slowly frowning in worry. "

There are at least 50 of them but a few have summoned monsters.

"

It seems you are quite hated, Glaus-san.

" Hell murmured, voice still that deep bass but nonetheless sounding unconcerned.

So it was the neighboring kingdom who sent the disguised soldiers, destroying villages as bait to lure Aviron out. Killing him would cripple the kingdom's military defense and the victors could go and spread false rumors to actively start a civil unrest or a civil war that would further weaken the kingdom. After that, it would be child's play to invade and conquer. The plan was smart, if not simple.

"

Wh-what should we do?

" Came the chief's terrified question.

"

Stay here and give them what they want.

" Hell responded, head turning to regard the nymph. "

Glaus-san and his men should draw them away from the village. Should you die in battle, do be at ease for we are here to protect this village.

"

Aviron nodded, not even a single trace of fear evident in his eyes. Under his helm, Hell gave a smile as the nymph mounted his horse and his group charged out, leaving dust billowing in their wake.

"

So, you two,

" Were Hell's sudden words when all the soldiers had left, turning around on his spot and giving the two players his attention once more. "

what do you plan on doing now? Seems like we're in the middle of a skirmish and I plan on getting a few information about these magic casters. Maybe they'll know something about Thirteen Thrones Online.

"

And with that he and Aoi headed towards the mouth of the village to watch the battle unfold.

April 6, 2017

Izana's expression turned blank at the small servant's actions and poisonous words, like they meant little more to him than bluffs. Lux was opposite of him, but the taller brother thought of this as a simple difference in mindset. Aoi, if he remembered correctly, was Hell's strongest servant; however, that of course didn't stop Izana from reaching the throne room with Lux. The healer was visibly frightened by this servant, but to Izana he was nothing more than an ant who was squashed in the process of his guild's attempts at conquest. His Life Ward, after all, was still in effect, if only for a few more seconds, so along with the potential damage his anxiety was halved.

"

I'm not very surprised that you do not remember.. but I do. It's all that matters to me, really,

" Izana spoke with a soft, calmed smile.

Lux held his hands together and in front of him, seeming to be deep in thought with his gaze darkened and lowered to the ground. However, he was the first brother to perk up at that chief's sudden appearance. More.. soldiers? He held back an otherwise instinctual wince, memories flashing back to only a few minutes prior with their failed ambush on him. Lux squinted his eyes a bit, purely in reaction to the pure boldness of their entrance. They didn't appear to mean any harm to him, but the elf remained skeptical.

The elf as well as Izana listened attentively to the nymph's soft yet commanding words. It appeared as though this was a rather frequent occurrence, the raids which caused the village and its inhabitants so much damage. Lux's teeth gritted. If anything were to upset him, it would be these soldiers who harmed and killed many of these mostly defenseless, innocent villagers. His anxiety from before vanished, if it meant seeking vengeance for those who fell. Before, it would have been pointless to fight them when he knew little of their motives. His brother felt the same.

In the middle of the elf's rather dangerous thinking, it was brought to his attention that this village was surrounded..

again

. By magic casters, or so that was what they were told. Lovely, just lovely. Izana would fare well fighting them, considering his extensive knowledge on the class. Lux, on the other hand, would not be against just ripping them all apart with his bare talons.

Lux could not hold back a bit of a flinch when Aviron and his men stormed away on their mounts. The dust nearly caused him to sneeze, but he lifted up his left hand and pressed the back of it to his nose in a successful attempt to halt it.

His eyes grew wide, however, when Hell spoke to them. Lux's eyelashes fluttered as he tried to conjure up a way to respond to this pressing question, but Izana had already interrupted his thought process by opening that mouth of his. Lux's lips pursed.

"

I must resign myself to assisting Aviron and his men in battle.. magic casters are an unpredictable bunch and need to be dealt with caution,

" Izana replied with swift words, then added, "

My guild's guardians are present even in this world, so I'll bring them along as backup if necessary.

"

Ah, right, those..

guardians

. A strange assortment of fellows, Lux thought. If they spontaneously appeared on Earth, most of those men would have enough girth to take down a human Izana ten times over. He.. shuddered a little at the thought of that. No thanks, he would not dare to touch one of them with a ten foot pole. Why Izana made them this way, Lux would never be able to fully grasp.

Izana left Lux little time to leave some snarky comment before darting into the skies with his Gungnir primed for battle. He.. was left in the dust yet again, quite literally this time. There, Lux was left to ponder over what his next course of action would be. He figured Hell would not be so willing to wait for him, so he decided to speak up as soon as his brother left the scene.

"

I.. I'll follow you two. I'd rather not crash into this headfirst.

" Lux glanced slightly into Aoi's general direction, pointed ears twitching ever so faintly. "

I'll keep my distance,

" he muttered, huffing slightly.

The elf fidgeted with his sleeves a bit before readying his Divinestone. It took a good long moment to transform, so slicing off a few seconds would not hurt Lux any. He then trudged on some distance behind Hell and Aoi, brows furrowed at the mere thought of his brother leaving him to deal with these two.

April 17, 2017

MAGIC CASTERS of VERZUELAEI

A

lways assume that your enemy is stronger.

It was a motto Hell held very closely; practiced at all times and taught whenever possible. It was the same as '

to constantly be on guard

' and made difficult situations easier by preventing one from being surprised by almost anything that an adversary could think of. It was caution in effect where calm and logic worked best. One drawback though was the expectation that every battle one would fight would be exhilirating, a desperate struggle for victory of both sides until one finally triumphs by the very skin of their teeth. Many confrontations were not the case and almostt, if not all, of those delivered varying degrees of crushing disappointment.

To be painfully honest, none in Thriteen Thrones -be they a single player or a guild-worth of numbers- could hope to match Hell should he decide to fight with everything he's got. There had been a lot of strong players and guilds, yes, but ultimately there had been noting and no one stronger than he was. The Thriteen Thrones Challenge had been nothing but a way to aleviate his boredom. It wasn't that a few '

chosen

' guilds were strong enough to conquer his hall, it was that he

allowed

them to. After all, what was the point of holding a title if no one dared challenge him for it.

So that was the root of his disappointment; he was a sword and he could feel himself getting dull.

In that new world, Hell had expected there to be a change but it seemed he was, again, to be disappointed.

An army of magic casters, in Thirteen Thrones, meant an army that could literally demolish anything bar the thrones themselves. It seemed though that in this world, they were nothing more than glorified novice magi -that somehow still managed to make the royal riders tremble in fear.

It was.. pathetic. All of them.

The sentiment wasn't new; Hell detested unfounded confidence and un-rightfully earned glory, but the weight of his disdain was new -so much so that it could easily turn into hate. He'd expected the fight to be epic, like a guild war where every member had their own special abilities. Instead, he was subjected to watch riders and mages fight like children playing with sticks and stones. The latter's phantom summons didn't really improve anything.

"

This

childplay

is what an entire kingdom had been worried about?

" Hell began, irritably lifting his hand in a careless wave and instantaneously dispelling the healer's transformation. A dragon wasn't necessary.

Another wave and the veritable flood of ghostly soldiers vanished like so much ash in the wind.

"

Wh-what the hell just happened!?

" A man shouted somewhere from behind the line of mages. The captain, maybe.

A confused murmur arose wherein the magic casters looked at each other for some sort of answer that wasn't really there and in that time, the royal riders -rather, what remained of them along with Aviron- limped back towards the town in retreat. By the time they made it behind Hell, the enemy mages had gathered their useless wits and began casting their spells; first and second tier magics that targeted the Head Royal Warrior.

It would have worked too, but Aviron was literally behind Hell and he was an obstacle the spells needed to pass. None of them made it through, much less dent or even scratch the Administrator's armor.

And then ten mages died, heads exploding in a gyser of blood.

"

You worms!

" Came Aoi's rage-filled scream. "

How dare you throw your filthy spells on the greatest Supreme! You lesser beings are not even close to being worthy to challenge Hell-sama! You- you- you.. ugh!

" And maybe because he couldn't find any more demeaning words in his vocabulary, Aoi began jumping and stomping in utter frustration.

Hell almost laughed. It was.. cute.

"

I've successfully scanned their minds and collected all possible useful information.

" Interrupted Kai as Aoi turned his back and presumably sulked because of that childish display. "

The Hall is also right above them, we can immediately eradicate them with a small localized tachyon bombardment.

"

Ah. Thirteen Thrones Hall's Tachyon Bombardment was a feature that no one else has seen, especially since Hell himself was the one who designed it. It wasn't unlike those common railguns that wealthy guilds used but this one relied on gathering tachyon particles rather than electricity to release a devastating strike, not to mention that his weapon packed a heavier punch with a bigger fist.

"

Small, Kai. Try not to incinerate this entire continent.

"

And like a judgment from above, Hell's ship delivered the ultimate verdict. It was silent and swift, just a second or two of intense brightness and unending ringing of the ears and the army of magic casters were reduced into a smouldering crater of blackened earth. They didn't even have the time nor the choice to scream.

"

So,

" Hell began, turning to look at the pink-haired elf. "

Would you and your companion care to join me for dinner?

"

Is that really wise?

" Aoi interjected, arms crossing across his chest and giving the other player a glare behind his mask. "

We don't even know their names and you're already inviting them to dinner.

"

Hell chuckled, giving the smaller elf a reassuring pat on the head. "

Don't worry, Aoi. If they end up betraying us then you'll be in charge of torturing them.

" And with the same gentle voice, he turned to address the healer. "

That is, if I dont kill them on the spot first.

"

Hopefully though, it wouldn't come to that.

April 22, 2017

It was disappointing, what Lux had to witness. He was honestly relieved that the Supreme before him decided he didn't want a dragon storming the battlefield - overkill, the elf concluded. Honestly, he thought he could just beat them to death with his stick of a stave. Besides, he just assumed Izana would be more than enough to fend off the mages.

As expected, he was.

The blue-haired Angelos cleared his path, plunging his Gungnir through the hearts of multiple foes and smiting the rest with his Thani's magic. He was effective but slow, able to save some of the riders from their otherwise untimely doom but not all. Izana did what he could, what his capabilities could muster. His priorities were set on Aviron, however - if the nymph was slain, he couldn't begin to wonder on the consequences. Not that anything here besides Lux and Hell could really touch Izana from what he's learned the past several minutes.

Izana picked off a good number of these mages on his own, secretly reveling in this easy-made bloodshed. He looked back, however, to see that the riders had either retreated or were retreating behind Hell.. perhaps that Supreme was planning something. The lancer thought he might as well follow the riders before he got caught in the crossfire, and so he set off to the skies once more.

He'd landed some distance behind Hell, then noted his brother eagerly tending to the wounds of the riders. Lux had picked who to heal by who came with worse wounds, going by severity. At the time, he was healing Aviron. Izana smiled a little. While his older brother didn't socialize very much in and out of the game, he was still helpful in his own little way by mending anyone's wounds.

They both flinched at the flash of bright light, but for Lux there was the added sound akin to the frightened squeak of a mouse. He covered his mouth with one hand in minor embarrassment, then straightened himself then covered himself with the same stone-cold visage. However.. Lux could still hear the ringing. It wouldn't go away. The elf had a problem with said noises - having tinnitus was rather unfortunate. This unending torment seemed to never cease, but it would never drive the poor man up a wall. It would just.. bother him, like a single prick to the tip of his finger. Whatever.. suck it up, buttercup, he thought.

Lux essentially whipped his head towards Hell once he spoke, eyes wide and blinking repeatedly. "

Um-

" Before he had a chance to even think about the offer, Aoi had the

cheek

to complain. Jealous much? The corners of the pink-haired elf's lips twitched, holding back the urge to interject.

"

How..

awfully

kind of you,

" Lux responded slowly once Hell practically promised to have him tortured and/or killed if he tried anything stupid. Since he wouldn't have, it shouldn't have bothered him in the slightest. But it did. "

I don't see any reason not to accept.

" Other than

that

, of course. But he chose not to speak about it at the moment.

"

Ah, and my player name is Vivillux.. but you could call me Lux. Easier on the tongue, at least to me,

" Lux introduced himself with a more than nervous smile. There, he looked over to see Izana chatting it up with a soldier. Maybe he was seeking information or he may have been flirting, he didn't know or care at this point. "

And he's Izana. My little brother.. well, not so little now, unfortunately.

"

Eventually, the younger brother left the soldier, then stepped towards Lux and leaned forward, asking him, "

So? What next?

" To that, the elf responded bluntly, "

Dinner, with them. Don't screw anything up, kiddo, or they'll kill you.

"

You- You.. aren't even that much older than me, so stop saying that,

" Izana spoke with furrowed brows, not sounding nearly as confident as he made himself out to be earlier. The death threat didn't help, either.

"

Don't care.

" This was all Lux said.

He really didn't.

April 25, 2017

H

ell had not really thought about the greeting he would receive when the ship beamed them back up. In hindsight, he'd probably subconsciously thought of seeing the throne first then the holographic screens then Kon. That would have been the normal thing to subcnsciously expect.

He had not considered though that a helm-ful of dick and balls were the ones that awaited him.

It crashed into him, by the second he materialized and sending him and his attacker/molester sprawling and skidding across the floor. Just as Hell's schock wore off, the

thing

obstructing his view decided to give a twitch before promptly hardening to a not so impressive size, leaking pearly liquid at the slit along a rosy head that barely peaked out of its pink foreskin. Hell wanted to smack his face in exasperation but his armored hand instead met a fleshy asscheek in what might have been an accidentally loud smack.

"

Look, Hell-sama! Look how excited I am to see you!

" Came the unmistakeably high-pitched squeals of Pollux, Aoi's youngest brother.

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It wasn't that he was lusting after Hell or that Yaoi-san was able to hack him too. It was that he was just a ball of excitable energy that had a constant nudist streak and although he was supposed to be nearly a century old, he still retained that child-like innocence and playfulness -something that Aoi outwardly despised but actually secretly protected. In short, Pollux was the spoiled baby of Thirteen Thrones Hall but that didn't mean that he was the weakest of all the servants. On the contrary, he was one of the strongest.. and probably the loudest if one disregarded Atlas.

"

Pollux,

" Hell began, trying not to laugh as Aoi's screams of bloody murder began, only to be silenced when Kon held the diminutive elf back, one hand covering his mouth to muffle most of the sound. "

What have I told you before?

"

There was a nervous laugh before the stitch-laiden servant began wringing his forefingers. "

To, at least, put some pants on whenever I leave my room.

"

And why aren't you wearing said pants?

"

Umm.. Castor took them..?

" He gave one of his guilty smiles that was super cute -made him look like a slim and huggable teddybear, and although it worked on

everyone

, Hell was another matter entirely. Too much self-control, Yaoi-san always told him.

"

The hell that I did, you lying bastard!

" Came the annoyed shout from somewhere near Hell's right before Pollux's weight was taken away and there Castor stood, glowing crimson in embarassment while holding his younger twin around the nape like a cat.

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Compared to his twin, Pollux, Castor's personality was more on the fiery side rather than energetic but the latter was still there nonetheless. He was more rough rather than gentle, with his crass words that bellied the emotions he wore on his sleeve -in which case he and Pollux were the same. Much like their older brother, Castor had a short fuse and a much more volcanic reaction but that was, in part, due to his simple-minded nature. He

did

have six arms rather than six brains.

Compared to Aoi though, the twins were 9 inches taller.

"

Be that as it may,

" Hell started, getting on his feet and promptly dematerializing his armor, leaving him only in Thriteen Thrones' default black skin-tight sleeveless tank top and boxer briefs that almost left nothing to the imagination. "

We've got guests so put some clothes on.

" An energetic yes and a disgruntled grunt and the twins were gone in a flash, by which time Kon had already realeased the still fuming Aoi. "

Kon, I'd like to meet the others tomorrow morning to discuss what we should do regarding our current situation. For the timebeing, have dinner served in an hour or so.

"

Turning his attention towards Lux and Izana, Hell let his wings unfurl, each almost as long as he was tall. "

Let me show you a brief tour of the castle while we wait. I doubt that you could during your challenge.

"

The Challenge cosisted of 11 areas: First the Gates of Ordeal, second the city heart, third the Perpetual Garden, fourth the castle gates, fifth the Reception Hall, sixth the Crystal Temple, seventh the Akasha Isle, eighth the Grand Hall, ninth the Arena Olympia, tenth the War Court, and eleventh the Throne Room.

Disregarding the first two, the First Throne Challenge only allowed players to see nine parts of the Hell's castle so he'd taken the liberty of showing Lux and Izana the more general parts; like the kitchen and bedchambers.

The architecture was far from medieval, instead it boasted a combination between that and the new millenium type; of thick bright walls that looked neither stone nor porcelaine nor metal, wherein technology and class intertwined in a seamless design. Contrary to how dark the interior of the castles were made during the medieval era, the Thirteen Thrones Hall instead incorporated high floor-to-ceiling glass windows that also served as walls, bringing in natural lighting where otherwise there wasn't.

The kitchen was large, more like a dance hall than anything else, with a separate room for its pantry wherein lay dozens and dozens of shelves filled to brimming with all manners of foods and ingredients, processed or otherwise. There were also at least, two dozen generic servants there, manning the almost endless lines of stoves and ovens and grills and all manners of cooking devices. They were a hearty bunch that welcomed Lux and Izana as if they were kings, giving them taste sample to almost everything that they were making in a nearly neverending island of dishes.

The bedchambers, on the other hand, were cramped in comparison, at least at first glance. It looked like the usual style where the doors lined beside each other along a narrow carpeted hallway. Inside was nothing more than a 10x10 square meters of white blank space. Aoi had smirked, full of smug satisfaction when the room promptly dissolved and turned into a two storey aquarium/living space/bed room.

"

The bedchambers are made so that each occupant is allowed to change it to whatever they want it to be.

" Hell had explained, adding later that they were in the west wing and that only guests used the area while the Servant Commanders' quarters were located in the east wing. He'd also mentioned that Lux and Izana were allowed to go there but the consequences would be dire should they decide to snoop, especially since some of the commanders, like Aoi, were very private.

On their way to the dining room, Hell also mentioned that his room, the Master's Bedroom, was located just a floor above the Throne Room, wherein the stairs leading to it was only behind the thick curtains behind the throne itself. Aoi had, once more, asked him the wisdom of divulging such information but Hell only needed to stroke the shell of his ear for his protests to die instantaneously.

Pollux found them by the time the kitchen servants had finished spreading out the bountiful dinner across the dining room's long elegant table. He'd promptly sat himself on Hell's lap at the head of the table before immediately feasting on the Supreme's food as if he'd been doing so ever since he could remember. Aoi, for once, decided to glare at his brother in silence.. while repeatedly stabbing his prime turkey leg with his fork.

Hell almost laughed. At least, Pollux was wearing boxers -no matter how skin-tight and short it was. Castor joined them a few minutes later, looking worn out and harassed more than he was two hours prior. Might be Pollux's fault by the way the fiery elf narrowed his eyes at him.

"

You mentioned a while back that your servants were here as well and though that may be, I am not certain that your guild hall still stands. The entire landscape did change.

" Hell was saying, silver eyes regarding Izana with a steady gaze as Pollux slurped his pasta noisily beneath him. "

You may stay the night and go check tomorrow. If it's not there then you are welcome to stay here so long as you follow and respect my home's rules.

"

Besides that,

" Aoi began, giving Pollux a final dirty look before turning his attention towards Lux and Izana. "

we don't know if the same thing happened to everyone else who stayed, not to mention the catalyst itself or the reason as to why this happened in the first place.

"

It's safe to assume that the same thing happened to those who stayed,

" Hell concluded, planting an elbow against the arm of his chair so that he could lean his chin against his fingers. "

although considering the drastically weakened populace, it would only be too easy for any of them to start a world-conquering campaign.

" He sighed, long and hard, craning his head back until his horns clacked against the high back of his chair. "

My ship can easily eradicate every living thing on this planet, so I'm not really worried about that but I'd rather not sanitize an entire civilization just because of a megalomaniac idiot who went out of line and dreamed of grandeur.

"

Then, why not send out spies, Hell-sama?

" Castor asked, one hand slapping Pollux's own when the younger twin tried to stab his steak.

"

I was thinking of that.

" Hell replied, leaning forward to grab a plate of garden salad and handing it over to Pollux, who resolutely pouted and shook his head, before handing it to Aoi. "

The problem is that we lack enough dependable manpower to do so. A continent is a big area and two or three spies won't be enough if the place is divided into two or more kingdoms.

"

Then why not send a bunch of them? Take from the army protecting Arcadia. There's more than ten thousand of them.

" Pollux piped up, lifting a finger as if the idea had just come to him. Aoi scoffed, visciously stabbing a cherry tomato and giving the nearly naked elf an equally viscious glare.

"

Those grunts don't even know the difference between brawns and brains, much more being subtle enough to spy on someone.

" He pointed out. "

Plus, sending too many people in one place is suspicious and would immediately arouse the notice of whatever governing body they have. It's an idiotic idea.

"

Those final words almost immediately plummeted Pollux's mood, his pointed ears falling as he curled slightly in on himself and bowed his head in shame. Castor moved to interject, perhaps even defend his twin, but ended clamming up when one of those vicious glares turned on him instead.

"

Perhaps,

" Hell began after a minute or so of tense silence, one hand lifting to caress the side of Pollux's neck in obvious and soothing strokes. "

it's not entirely a terrible idea. We might not be able to send a large number of servants without being noticed but we

can

send as many spies as we want.

" It was natural that the charged atmosphere suddenly turned into a confused one, enough even for Pollux to lift his head and regard Hell with his wet and teary eyes.

"

Wh-what-sniff.. what do you mean, Hell-sama?

"

What are the most unnoticed beings in this world.. or in any world, for that matter?

" Hell asked, a small smirk tugging at the edge of his lips as he lifted his gaze to direct his question on Lux and Izana.

It was easy, figuring out the answer. And as for how they would do it.. well, the solution sat right on his lap.

May 3, 2017

L

ux had nearly made that same exact..

noise

, squeak and all, being beamed up. This was the downside of becoming so jittery at the thought of having dinner with the Supreme, plus how tense he became after the incessant ringing noise. Of course, he noticed his brother with that awful, calm outward look. He wished it were that easy, the elf thought, to deal with the onslaught of sudden bullshit.

And, as per usual, it wouldn't stop after Lux was beamed up. No, it would get much, much worse. At least, to him it would.

Much like the smaller elf, Lux stood in horror at the nearly instantaneous flash of dick. Though, for likely entirely different reasons. Why, he hadn't seen a single one other than his own and perhaps his brother's once or twice when they were little. Lux hadn't found himself time to 'research,' taking into account he spent a large chunk of his

life

playing this game and barely taking into consideration the real world outside of food and sleep. Izana wished to 'expose' his poor older brother to a variety of strange things via the workings of most of his guild's servants. It was too bad, though, that Lux was almost never around for him to put his devious plans into action.

He.. wished Pollux would put something on. Lux held his breath and looked away from the scene, almost forced his eyes shut, until Hell spoke up.

Lux exhaled in a light sigh when those two left, hoping that..

one

would finally put some

damn clothes on

. His virgin cheeks were as red as a beet at this point. It didn't help his unfortunate case when his eyes wandered over Hell. While the sudden full-frontal nudity didn't at all stir positive thoughts, this was an entirely different matter. The elf had always taken a cute little interest in the Supreme, from the moment he first reached the throne room onward. This sight

accelerated

it, to put it frankly.

For once, the elf smiled when the offer was made to tour them around the castle. Hell was being so kind, so thoughtful.. he didn't deserve this, Lux convinced himself he didn't. He shook his head. No, he would just suck it up and accept it. There was no real reason why he shouldn't.

"

Ah- That.. would be appreciated, thank you,

" Lux responded, holding together his hands. Izana simply smiled that soft smile of his, seemingly all he wished to express. Though he was the kindest, most people-friendly person Lux knew personally, he was actually rather quiet in situations such as these. He chose to keep his lips sealed in the case he let slip something which would ruin.. well, everything, really. Izana recognized that he wasn't necessarily the best when it came to

clean

small talk.

On with the tour.

The castle was so.. beautiful, both Lux and Izana had little time or reason to appreciate the lovely architecture during their small handful of challenges. It held a soft spot in Lux's heart, it sure did. He was, after all, the one who helped with most of his brother's guild hall's design. With each step. he was met with the picturesque and his eyes filled with wonder and curiosity. If he weren't on a tour, the elf would honestly either wander about the castle or ask about it and how it functioned.

Another thing Lux enjoyed was, of course. food. So, when they entered the kitchen and were bombarded with various dishes, he was in hog heaven. There, he recognized how different his teeth were compared to a human, as he could finally feel the canines with his tongue. While he was technically an omnivore, his canines were slightly more prominent and there were..

more

of them. It was weird, actually eating with them and being able to feel and taste the food sliding down his throat. The feeling may have been slightly odd, but pleasant nonetheless.

The bedchambers presented to him at first caused him the opposite feeling to the kitchen, but instead grew to become the exact same once its primary feature was revealed. To think that something like this could be possible! The guild he belonged to had nothing which could even be slightly compared to this. Still, though, the appearance for his chambers he had in mind were rather simple and homely. But, that was what he liked for himself. Nothing too extravagant, otherwise he would be too distracted to sleep, about as easily distracted as he would be wandering about the castle.

Approaching the dining room, Lux noted Pollux's.. change of clothes. If he could really call it that, that is. He found it odd to see him sitting on Hell's lap when they all moved to their chairs, but kept it to himself other than expressing a slight furrow in his brows.

As they began eating, Izana's head perked and he straightened up when his guild hall was mentioned. "

Ah, yes!

" he responded, mouth full for only a moment before he swallowed and continued. "

I'll see tomorrow if it's still up, but if it's not I don't see a choice other than to accept your offer.

"

Lux stared downward for a good minute before speaking up, albeit still soft in tone, "

Is.. Sitri still there?

" To this, Izana responded with a nod and said, "

He was the first one who approached me, actually. Pretty calm about this whole situation, too. But then again, he always is.

" He paused for a moment, then asked, "

Do you want me to summon him here?

"

No,

" the elf responded a bit too quickly, then tentatively added, "

..Later.

"

Izana smirked a little, then directed his attention back to Hell when he started to speak. "

If it happens,

" he said, referring to his comment about conquerors. "

I'll do what I can to help put them in their place.

" All the while, he held a smile on his lips. Though he considered himself to be a 'conqueror' of some sorts back in the actual game, he thought the concept of someone being a maniac about it lacking.. fun. He liked the fight to get there, but he didn't want to get there was his issue.

Lux allowed a small sigh to escape his lips after he swallowed another bite. He glanced at his brother for a moment, then met the Supreme's eyes when he asked them his question. The elf leaned back in his chair and, with a bit of a smile, gave him his answer before Izana could even mull it over.

"

Animals,

" he answered simply, then his gaze traveled to the elf on Hell's lap. "

If I remember correctly, your abilities have something to do with them, don't they? Similar to Sitri.. in a way, at least. They aren't nearly as powerful as yours, but the more the merrier, I suppose.

" Lux then directed his next statement to his little brother. "

You can bring him here tomorrow morning.. if you want.

"

He didn't want him to be summoned tonight, as that would be too much of a

distraction

for Lux. He wanted to sleep eventually, after all.

When Lux approached his designated bedchambers, he blinked at its stark interior and began to think. Izana was finally off doing his own thing - god knows what that would be - so he had time to ponder about it. He had an idea, albeit a vague one.

In a near-instant, the barren room turned into something one could consider to be the interior of a cabin. There wasn't much to it other than the simple, comfortable canopy bed, one large drawer, and a little nightstand beside the bed. There was also a window, streaming in gentle rays of fake sunlight through the drapes. This was it, this was what he loved. In a way, it resembled his living space back home, though that one was filled with various technology and equipment. If he could go back, go back to the days where he wouldn't have all of that, he would. In a heartbeat, he'd do it.

Lux plopped down on his bed for a good minute, eyes closing as a purr began to rumble in his throat. He knew he could do that, the purring, but he wasn't able to feel it until now. It was nice. The elf smiled, then stared up at the ceiling.. he wished the previous world, his home, could have been like this one. But he guessed this world was his home now, not that he minded.

It was brought back to his attention, the fact that he wished to explore the castle. Where and while he could, that is. Above all else, the Throne Room intrigued him the most. It wasn't because Hell's room was there, no. While that

was

part of it, he primarily just wanted to see what he was aiming for, fighting towards.

The elf sat up in his bed, then stood and stepped towards the room's door. Before he left, he dematerialized his clothes, replacing them with a pair of loose trousers and a baby blue cotton button-up. If he looked in a mirror, he'd call himself cotton candy.. it was that bad.

And so, once this was all said and done, he began the journey.

May 5, 2017

D

espite the profound use of white in most of Thriteen Thrones Hall's rooms, the Throne Room was one of the few that did not follow such design. It, instead, looked more like a warship's command center; with dark walls and pillars, metallic-looking aisle partitioners, as well as the crimson banners of the Twelve Supremes. The seat, itself, was on a tall dais that had enough space for a small railed overlook that loomed over the ship's navigation table, where the holographic global map of Arcadis -the new world they were currently in- was at, along with a few charts that designated various information about the planet and its inhabitants.

Contrary to most of the areas, the Throne Room was kept mostly dark with just enough light from above the throne itself, the navigation table and a few along the walls. Natural light, from the outside, easily entered through the glass walls on both sides of the dias as well as the front observatory -a wide spot at the mouth of the room, designed like the wall-to-ceiling windows of high-rise apartments, that looked over the entire ship, city, castle, and all. Two doors on each wall near the end of the long aisle, at the room's heart, headed towards the vacuum elevator that connected the Throne Room down to the War Court. And as an icing in its design, a balcony was made just past the front observatory.

Lux had been correct; animals were the best and most incospicuous of spies, provided that they were intelligent -or, at the very least, had someone who could discreetly manipulate and see through them. All of those and more, Pollux could do.

He'd been ecstatic, almost gleeful, that Hell had needed his help -that he could be of some use- that he'd immediately bounded towards the nesting plains just beyond the grove of trees that lined the castle garden, dragging a mildly protesting Castor with him. Hell was certain that by the next day, they'd have more than enough spies to send to every city and town in every kingdom all over the planet. They'd probably be birds too since the young servant had quite the fascination towards them.. that or he'd send Tiamat. Hell hoped not. A cranky dragon nearly half the size of his castle was in no way fit to be a spy or anything else along those lines for that matter.

He tried not to worry about it too much, especially since he trusted Pollux. He might be childish and innocent but he was far from being stupid. For the timebeing though, Hell did what he could to understand the data that they have gathered from those magic casters.

It seemed that they were from a kingdom named Lagrosta; a theocratic nation under the influence of a divine being they called Prima. It seemed though that what they advocated was not a peaceful religion but instead one for war or, at least, unity through conflict. There's not much reason behind that teaching and even less as to why they tried to kill Aviron but those really didn't matter since the fact that their religion believed in such only further proved his theory true; that they were out to conquer Lastaria, Aviron's kingdom. It did also made sense about their belief of unity through conflict, upon which it would either be the land or through subjugation since isn't that what happened after a war was over?

Hell really.. couldn't care less. His main objective was still to figure out what happened and see if there's anything they could do about it. The biggest and most immediate of his problems though was where to start, especially since the only thing that connected this world to Thirteen Thrones Online was the magic and some of the local race. It did seem odd, however, how.. prominent magic casters were in Lagrosta. He didn't really know about Lastaria or other kingdoms generally so he couldn't really make any definite judgment on the matter, but Hell was willing to bet that magic casters in Lagrosta numbered more than any other single place in the world. He wouldn't consider it a lead just yet, but it was a start nonetheless.

But that was not a problem that he needed to address at the moment and as much as his impatience nagged at his curiosity, all Hell could do was wait until they've gathered sufficient data. So he sat back more comfortably against his throne, one hand waving the hlographic data tab into nothingness as silvery eyes regarded a far-off point into the distance.

He hadn't really given it much thought but now that he had time, Hell found Pollux's

greeting

rather peculiar, especially since the 'Nudist' part of his personality was just a minor addition in his servant settings. He'd always been clothed too, now that he thought of it, but that was probably because the coding of Thirteen Thrones prevented any R18+ from happening. It seemed though that that was no longer the case. Probably.

It would be an interesting experiment, at least.

"

Aoi.

" Hell called, voice echoing back and forth for a few turns before the small elf appeared, already bowed and kneeling like those past-century ninjas.

"

Hai, Hell-sama?

"

Undress.

" Servants had an array of commands that they could follow, from sweeping the floor to killing themselves, but that particular one was not among them. Normally, a servant given an

unknown command

would only say that they do not understand it and that the player should ask for something else. It was what would have happened in Thirteen Thrones Online.

But they were not in Thriteen Thrones.

So, instead, Aoi flushed so deep a red that he almost resembled a stop light. It would have been funny had it not been how he bit his bottom lip, stood and began taking off his yet unchanged armor in slow and almost deliberate -but definitely coy- motions.

Despite his size, Aoi was toned yet slender, with a well developed chest and

curvy

abdomen, much like how Pollux was built. He was milky white

everywhere

, from his curling toes to the very tips of his tiny fingers; the color only accentuating the deep crimson of his blush that reached down his shoulders and chest. He had puffy pink nipples that Hell had the unnatural urge to latch on to and

bite

. Flawless and hairless, Aoi actually had an average-sized dick, uncut and possibly and inch or so longer than Pollux's. He also had

miles

of legs to show.

Despite

years

of not feeling anything, Hell felt himself twitch at the sight. It made him somewhat breathless, to experience that first bolt of lust. But, for the moment, he ignored it. So far, so good. On to the next step.

"

Come. Undress me.

" Okay, undressing was barely around the R18+ margin and while the same could be said about asking a servant to undress him, it could be taken differently depending on the context it was used. Hell

did

know that there had been players who used their servants to act like lords and kings -that included having them disrobe and even bathing the players. He hadn't tried that yet but apparently it had been allowed.

Aoi approached him tentatively, almost shy and fidgeting but his rapidly growing arousal was very much evident and there was no way of hiding how labored his breathing had become, nor how dark his eyes were.

It was such a foreign sensation, how hyper aware Hell had become, how the hot coil of lust in his stomach made his skin warm and

sensitive

, especially when Aoi stradled his lap and promptly dematerialized his tank top and boxers. It made him gasp at how

silky

the elf's skin felt like, how good it was when he felt himself harden at the same time as Aoi's hand began to boldly stroke him.

Well.. that's as clear as an answer for his experiment, he supposed.

And when he finally,

finally

managed to look away from Aoi's dazed face, eyes trailing down to where the elf was vigorously

playing

with him, Hell couldn't help but lean back in shock.

He considered himself an avarage kind of guy; ten inches long and about two inches thick, but looking at himself now, it was apparent that his height hadn't been the only one that changed. It seemed that he was now around sixteen inches long and nearly four inches thick, a fact that Aoi seemed to be mesmerized and drooling about, if his sparkly eyes and constant licking of lips were anything to go by.

"

Are you going to fuck me now, Hell-sama?

" The way the small elf looked at him, as if Hell was some kind of ambrosia that Aoi was just dying to sink his teeth into. Where had that shyness from a moment ago gone?

"

Can you even take me?

" Was Hell's concerned/slightly alarmed? question. And apparently the wrong -or right, depending on how you see it- thing to ask when Aoi lifted himself on his knees and all but impaled himself on the supreme's towering cock, sending them both wailing in both surprise and pleasure.

"

Oh my God! Why are you so wet!?

" Were the strangled words that made it past Hell's gaping mouth. Was sex supposed to be like this? Oh god, he had no idea that a servant's ass was a factory of lube. And how could he even fit inside? Aoi was

so

small.

"

Unique.. hah.. servant biology.

" The other mumbled, arms limp around Hell's shoulder, cheek pressed against a muscled chest and face lax in what might have been pleasured delirium. "

Our.. mmh.. bodies become what our.. nnh.. master wants.

" He panted with every word, a dazed fog shrouding his usually bright sapphire eyes. "

So, for the time being, I'm the perfect ass hole for you to fuck.

"

Okay, that made sense, especially with how Aoi hadn't needed any form of preparation along with how wet and unbelievably tight he was. It also seemed his sensitivity inside was probably a few times greater than the outside. Hell remembered Yaoi-san mentioning something about a swtich called

prostate

. Maybe Hell hit that and Aoi went

click

. So maybe Hell didn't have to worry about hurting Aoi and perhaps actually do something. Well, what better way to learn than by doing?

So, without another word, he stood, taking Aoi along with him as the small elf locked his legs around Hell's waist. He gave an experimental thrust, tentative and still cautious, pulling all the way out before slowly sliding back in with a wet squelch that sounded too loud in the otherwise empty throne room. It made Aoi emit a melodic blissed-out moan, back arching in an erotic curve as he threw his head back, fingers clutching the muscled curves that started Hell's shoulders.

From there, the supreme started a gentle rhythm; finding what angle produced the best sound from the servant and how hard or slow or fast felt best for both of them. It was a first for him, that kind of experience, but by how enthusiastic Aoi's moans were, it seemed he didn't mind -that or he couildn't tell. It got faster and faster though, their pace; hard and vigorous smacks of skin slapping skin echoing all around them, accompanied by Hell's grunts and Aoi's unabashed moans.

It felt dirty, in an erotic sense, how the longer they fucked, the more wet and tight the small elf's hole got, so much so that whenever Hell slammed in, a dribble of natural lubricant slipped out and splattered heavily against the marble floor. Aoi's stomach also became an amazing sight, bulging and flattening with every push in and pull out that Hell made, showing exactly where his dick landed everytime. It was so so good and Aoi's wrecked face only made it even better. And then he was coming, hitting him out of the blue like a deranged freight train and making him feel like he'd eaten something warm and sweet and taken a naked dive in a pool of Creme de Menthe. Despite the stars in his vision and the ringing in his ears, Hell could vaguely hear Aoi utter a high-pitched wail, between ecstasy and agony, as the servant spilled himself against both their stomachs.

They stood there, panting and sweaty, noses touching blissfully before being compelled to share repeated kisses full of teeth and tongue. That was, until Hell tried to pull out and.. couldn't.

It made him blink past the post coitus fog and directed his gaze to where they were joined. He tried to pull out, again, but only succeded in making Aoi wince.

"

It seems that you've knotted me, Hell-sama.

" The servant explained just before Hell could descend in a full blown panic. Still, that was an interesting development. He'd probably need to re-read the Angelos codex and see if there were any other suprises in there for him.

For the moment though, he bent down to press another kiss on Aoi's lips before he let his wings carry them both up the flight of stairs that led to his bedroom.

"

We're doing that again, in a minute.

" He murmured and the laugh that explodes out of Aoi's mouth is as scratchy as it was happy.

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