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โโโโโโโฉโโโฆโโโฉโโโโโโ โ ๐ฏโฏ๐๐๐๐๐ถ ๐. ๐ฏโฏ๐๐ โฏ๐๐ โ โI'm not Afraid of My Destiny - So Face Meโ
War swept the lands in conflict never before seen in this fantastical world. The war to end all wars, as some called it. The conflict spanned for a decade and lay ruin to several kingdoms and dynasties along the way. So many lives lost which all started from a King's assassination attempt.
But now. The tides were turning, and now was the hour for victory. The Kingdom of Sparda had drove it's neighbor, Beleth, back into the ladder's sovereign lands. Beleth's allies were surrendering in droves so they had no choice but to face Sparda, and Allied, forces alone. It was the battle of Nimfort as it would later be called. A valley in Beleth where a weapon manufacturing facility was nestled in. Except these weapons were sentient.
Living weapons known as Berserkers held the line and massacred the incoming Allied offense. They were terrifying creatures capable of tapping into a power far above what should've been normal for a human. But that was it. They were no longer human. The ladies who had the misfortune of being experimented with serums and drugs and turned into brainwashed super soldiers who were now dying for an Empire they had no allegiance to. To protect their sisters in stasis within the facility so then these weapons may be used to make final stands in other parts of the Empire which hadn't fallen yet. Losing this facility would be a fatal blow for the Empire.
The battlefield was painted in crimson from both sides. Still, just like the war the tide of battle was turning in favor of the Allies. Just when it looked like the battle would soon be won. The agonizing cries and screams filled the air when a Berserker was feasting upon the glory of a just recently slain soldier. She had abandoned her weapon and seemingly her humanity. Sporting more animalistic features she blitzed the incoming soldiers. It was like a switch flipped. Her chipped red armor was given a fresh new paint job with the delicious scarlet nectar which coursed through the soldierโs veins. It was like a buffet for her with each warrior she slew. Gone was the humanity within as her handler drove her to her limits. He had pressed the nuclear button sending her into a state of madness and self-destruction.
A captain noticed his soldiers falling like flies and charged forward to handle the rampaging Berserker. But his might was no match for a being no longer chained to the limitations of her mortal vessel. She was fury incarnate and they were but food to fuel her in her campaign of carnage.
The lieutenant of the squadron fumbled for a magical sphere in his bag before placing his palm on it. When it glowed purple he spoke to it. โWe need backup!โ
โWhatโs the situation?โ the ball shimmered with each word spoken.
โOur Captain is down. I repeat squadron three's captain is down. The Berserker has lost control! We need the cavalry!โ Fear dripped with each and every word that escaped the lieutenant's lips as he saw his captain torn to shreds before his very eyes. The remaining soldiers meant for support abandoned post and retreated before they could even have the chance to face the Berserker's wrath.
There was silence for sometime before the magical sphere shimmered once again, โAcknowledged. Support incoming.โ
The lieutenant failed to realize he was all alone with the Berserker while requesting aid from the backlines. She had set her sights on him now since he was the only source of fresh and delicious rose-hemoglobin. He backed away slowly as if her optics worked only on moving objects and if he moved slow enough she might mistake him as a petrified statue.
But alas, she came to reap his life just like she had done to his captain. The soldier tripped on a stone and fell. The maw of death opened wide and was about to sever his ties to the mortal realm until a massive projectile landed right in front of the Berserker last second.
When the dust settled the shimmering ivory armor with azure trims blinded the lieutenant as the sun's rays shined off of the metal plates. The warrior brandished a massive shield with it being pierced by the Berserk's strike meant for the lieutenant. The warrior clenched his Earth-shattering gauntlet and sucker punched the Berserker into the nearby boulder with the might of Gaia behind his punch.
The warrior turned to look at the lieutenant just as his shield and gauntlet disappeared into steam. He extended a hand for the man to take along with a set of reassuring words, "Everything is going to be alright now. Are you hurt?" one blue and the other gold set of glowing eyes hid behind a helmet blinked as he asked.
The lieutenant took the offered hand to get up. โI'm fine but we need to get out of here. The cavalry is on their way.โ He informed his savior to evacuate with him.
The warrior looked over his shoulder when he heard the signs of the Berserker recovering from his attack, โI am the cavalryโ he informed the lieutenant before facing the Berserker.
"A-are you mad!? How can you face that monster alone? She'll tear you to shreds." The lieutenant tried to speak some sense.
The warrior summoned a mini whirlpool in front of him before reaching inside and retrieving ice in the shape of a katana. The ice cracked before shattering into a million pieces revealing a finely crafted katana with lightning symbols running along the blade. "A true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him but because he loves what is behind him." He simply explained before gesturing with his head for the lieutenant to leave, "Now go."
Seeing as though the Berserker was now up and the warrior was steadfast in his ambitions. The lieutenant heeded his advice and ran before it was too late. Tetsuya needed to get into the facility. This war had taken his mother and brother. He would not let it take his sister too. When he found Pandora he would have many stories to regale to her. Just like when they were kids. Just so he can soothe her into a sweet slumber instead of leaving her with the memories of experimentation to plague her mind with nightmares.
But first. He needed to put a stop to the Berserker impeding his progress from going into the facility and finding her. "Here me miss!" He took the courtesy to address the Berserker as fellow human instead of the beast many see her as. "I do not blame you for your actions but that does not mean I can permit further blood shed. You will be stopped. Here and now."
Then at the behest of haste itself. Tetsuya covered ground with blinding speed thanks to the enchanted katana with lightning tracing after him. He clashed with the Berserker. His blade crossed a dozen times in a second with her claws before he was able to slice her skin exposed by her chipped armor. But to his dismay she healed away his scratch as if it were trivial.
They moved at incredible speeds. Unable to be seen completely with the naked eyes. But she was in a league of her own. His sword was getting pushed to the limits as the trail of lightning with each strike he imposed on her was dwarfed by the damage she had done to him. Little by little she nipped away pieces of his armor. He couldn't contend with her speed. Then she finally nocked off his helmet.
It fell onto the ground in a dramatic fashion a few meters away. Revealing his pristine face unblemished by war. Long strands of ivory hair fell out and were only kept back by a finely woven hair tie. It was the Prince of Sparda, Tetsuya Charybdis Tempest. His heterochromatic eyes glowed as he got a better look at the Berserker. "Impossible." he said under his breath. "I-I see no weaknesses." He said in a perplexed fashion before performing evasive maneuvers.
Tetsuya brandished his blade with one hand while summoning another weapon from his whirlpool. When the ice shattered a bo staff appeared. He struck the staff into the ground before it extended a couple of meters and shot him into the sky. Granting him space from the speedster as he took to the heavens.
His katana and bo staff disappeared into steam and he summoned a bow and arrow. The twilight bow coupled with the draupnir arrow made for a deadly combination. As soon as he let go of the arrow it began to divide. Splitting into three, then nine. twenty-seven, and so on. Until a miniature cloud of arrows blotted out the sun and fell towards the Berserker as if massive company of archers had shot all at once.
Thankfully he had bought enough time to use his trump card. After distancing himself in the air and firing a volley of arrows. Tetsuya finished the incantations of his most powerful spell. Upon landing he stood up to his full stature with his fist pressed into his palm firmly in front of his chest. He yelled, "Whirlpool of War!"
The cracks in the Earth began to bleed Adam's wine. Water gushed forth and soon began to swirl sucking in everything nearby to the epicenter which happened to be right where Tetsuya was standing. Running was already difficult in water but with a strong current it would at least level out the speed difference. Then a sharp pain nipped at the Berserker's ankle. Then another, and another. Like shark fins, blades from all sorts of weapons began to poke out from the water and firefly swam in the direction of the whirlpool turning them into dangerous torpedoes ready to puncture the hull of anything in their path.
"You won round one, miss. But now you're in my domain." He brandished a spear and claymore as they drifted passed him to arm himself. "So round two will be mine for the taking!" he spoke with invigoration before leaping at his opponent with the spirit of a warrior to not give up on his ideals. He needed to find his sister and he won't let anyone stand in his way.
๐he Berserker was an unstoppable, uncontrollable force of nature. She was beauty and power, rage and equanimity, monstrosity and man, demure and brazen. But even more than all of that, she was in equal parts the victim and the malefactor. Her memories extended only so far as her blade's reach, a life of war and strife all she'd ever known. The taste of copper and ash lingered on her lips, deep magenta eyes reflecting fire and brimstone everywhere she looked. The surrounding area had become a mass grave, upturned bodies staring vacantly into the darkening sky above as though searching for heaven itself among the clouds. But she knew that none who had thrown their lives away for such a merciless cause would ever make it to those pearly gates.
Blood dripped from her jaws, her hands and claws thoroughly coated in that most beguiling of scarlet hues. Strands of warm blonde hair, too, were tinged with red, spatters of it decorating her skin and armor like a lover's trail of kisses. She dared not think of whom each stain belonged to, of how many soldiers she'd run through in her blinding blitz across the battlefield. Her body was a weapon, sharpened and honed to a deadly edge, a catalyst for a tyrant king's delusions of grandeur. But her mind was a feeble, turbulent thing, intrinsically bound to the one who sought to control her into doing their bidding. Those that she fought under did not see her as a comrade, nor even a person at all. Beleth saw her as a pawn, a tool to be used to its fullest extent and swiftly discarded once broken.
The man who called himself her handler, Commander Anselm, had no qualms about utterly destroying her if it might ensure a victory.
"Onward, Mio." His voice was without emotion, wholly lacking in humanity. "Do not let the enemy break through our defenses."
Defiance was not an option. The psychic link they shared was a means with which to erase her autonomy, a powerfully cruel implement in the right (or wrong) hands. She was a war machine and nothing more, and she whirred to life at her master's call, her fangs and claws elongating into needle-like points. An enemy captain tried to rush her, his golden spear coated in the blood of many she'd fought alongside, but he, too, would fall at her hands. Before he could stab her she leapt into the air and landed on the weapon's shaft, snarling as she jumped him. Her own great sword was forgotten behind her, lying hilt up where it had been stuck into the earth.
Mio's claws tore through armor and flesh alike, emitting a horrifying screeching sound as they rend his breastplate in two. The captain begged for mercy in his last moments, but the beastkin girl was too far gone to heed his pleas. Her mouth opened wide before she bit through his exposed, vulnerable throat, tearing out a chunk of soft, dripping tissue. The flesh she spat out, but the blood she savored, the flash of a pink tongue gliding across glistening lips and fangs to collect her prize.
From her peripherals she could sense another target, could hear the tremble in his voice as he spoke into his glowing sphere. It would not save him. She crawled over the captain's corpse, a low, guttural growl rising in her throat. Vicious pink eyes glowed in the heat of combat, the whisker-like markings that stretched along her cheeks cutting deep lines into porcelain skin. The lieutenant had noticed her, and in his hurry to get away he stumbled. Prey prime for the taking. In moments she was upon him, animalistic and wild. Ears flattened and teeth bared, the Berserker prepared to snuff out the light in his eyes and devour his very soul.
โ But she never made it that far. Something obstructed her path, but was it man or divine? She had time enough only to brace herself for the impact before his armored fist slammed into her plate mail, her body sent flying from the contact. Her back collided with a rogue boulder, cracks forming in her crimson armor. It had taken enough of a beating already, and she knew it wouldn't hold out much longer. Spitting out her own blood, Mio's eyes fell upon the warrior, his identity obscured behind a full suit of shining armor. If he was the golden sun, she was the red moon, and the moment they clashed was the heralding of an eclipse. Her body shook as she willed it to move, crouching on all fours as blackened claws found purchase in the soil beneath her. This was no regular warrior, and their encounter was no accident. Only one thing remained to be seen...
What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?
His words could not reach her in her bestial state. Commander Anselm clenched his fist, tightening his hold over her, the mental shackles which bound her squeezing the life from her body. He was overloading the Berserker, pushing her past her limits and then some. All she could do was fling herself at him with reckless abandon, a savage war cry splitting her lips. She fell upon him, her claws like daggers that drew sparks from his blade, the pair locked into a fatal tango that would surely ruin them. There was beauty in their synchronization, a certain effortlessness in the way that they wove together, giving and receiving blows in kind. The warrior's sword dug into her flesh, the pain an agonizing burn, but a fleeting one. Her regeneration kicked in and closed up the wound in seconds. Still, it angered her immensely, her talons flying to strike at his face.
The helmet that he wore clattered at their feet, his newly-revealed visage giving the girl momentary pause. She recognized him to be Prince Tetsuya of Sparda, one of the last remaining of his bloodline. To engage in one-on-one combat with the future sovereign of Beleth's enemy nation... Were she to defeat him, the war would essentially be won. Perhaps her commander would finally release her once her sentence had been served, and she would be free to live as she pleased, a forgotten war hero wandering without purpose or direction.
Only, Mio knew that she was no hero. She could see it in the prince's mismatched eyes as they reflected her heaving, bloodied form. Her role was the harbinger of death, the pale horse of the apocalypse. Tonight, she would collect her dues.
"Come, craven prince!" The Berserker roared, her eyes flashing as she watched him ascend. "I shall introduce you to your maker."
As the arrows rained down from above, she uprooted her fallen great sword, swinging it in an arc and knocking them every which way. They flew into enemies and allies alike, sparing none in their path. When the prince came crashing down to the earth, Mio pursued him, chucking her blade in his direction. Yet it only managed to be ensnared into the whirlpool of his creation, disappearing beneath the waves that flooded the battleground. She let out a cry of pain, the myriad of weapons swirling in the vortex stabbing into her. Her armor had reached its limitโ at once it broke apart, crimson steel torn to shreds and repurposed as debris for the prince's attack. Now she was left in her bloodied white gambeson and vermillion leggings, an unarmored soldier exposed to the elements.
Knowing that she could not survive if her body was ripped apart so thoroughly, Mio acted quickly. Her mana swirled around her, coalescing in the form of earthen magic. A pillar of stone shot up from under her feet and raised the lacerated Berserker above the tides. Yet the waters were extremely strong, their force equal to a hundred tsunamis, and they began to erode at the rock she summoned with unimaginable speed. She did not know for how long her power could withstand his.
The warrior leapt onto her platform and she growled at him, deflecting his would-be attack. There was barely enough room for the both of them atop the pillar, and so she endeavored to push him off and into his own deadly waters, her claws straining against his steel. Their strength was nearly on par with one another, her teeth clenching as she pushed with all her might against him while he held his ground.
"Give up, son of Tempest! Your men have fallen and your kingdom is in ruins. Surrender and I may grant you a swift death, or continue to flounder and be crushedlike a bug under my thumb." Her words were not her own, borne of the malice and fear that pumped through her veins, a desire to end the conflict once and for all.
Before she could overpower him and throw him into the whirlpool, the rock holding them up began to crumble. Mio jumped away at once, another pillar erupting from the ground to catch her. As she stood upon it she summoned earthen projectiles at her back, a row of pointed stalactites that sought to skewer the white-haired warrior before her. All it took was a flick of her wrist to send them soaring into him, her bristly tail swishing as they whizzed past her, the breeze they created disturbing the cropped locks of hair that framed her delicate yet murderous features. She would have him, one way or another.
Tetsuya leapt towards the Berserker and before feeling the Earth quake beneath the waves of his whirlpool. Suddenly a pillar appeared from under Mioโs feet. Uprooting the foundation of the battlefield and warping the ground to turn it into a bastion for Mio in this vast vortex of violence. Razor sharp blades nipped away at the pillarโs ankles making way for the temperamental waters to crash harshly against the pile of dirt she called Earthen magic. Withering away the pillar in time.
The Prince's eyes widened at the sudden protrusion. He flung the spear only to have it narrowly miss and dip back into the pool of piercing vice. Granting him enough time to leap onto the stage Mio had set and step into the spotlight. There was room for only one performer and they would have to fight for centerstage. Ice shattered revealing a massive club. The dual wielder flexed his ambidextrous nature as he swiftly swung his weapons with devastating strength.
"I need to knock her out. She's tapped too much into her power to heal from any debilitating incisions I make. This is my win condition," he assessed carefully while dichromatic optics studied the Berserker for a weakness. Round one was a failure but surely round two would be his for the taking.
But Mio had different plans. Shifting gears she paced herself to resign Tetsuya to the mercy of the waves below. She used her herculean strength to try and push him off the stage and into the crowd where he'll be torn to shreds for his poor performance. His Claymore meant to parry her sharp claws now found itself anchoring him to the platform more than once to prevent her banishing him. They were playing a high-stakes king of the hill game.
The Berserker managed to shove him to the edge. He was holding on for his dear life when his smaller opponent offered an ultimatum. His eyes narrowed as if she had spat in his face with venom. "There is no greater purpose in life for a man, then to serve his fellow man. If my death means conquest over this facility then so be it!" the craven Prince spoke valiantly as he spouted the ideals of his principles to the Berserker. Recent intel revealed of a high probability of Pandora being housed within this weapon facility. It was the closest to Sparda borders so Tetsuya held high hopes in reuniting with his sister. He couldn't surrender when he was this close to seeing her.
Then their spotlight had dimmed and the theater's boards began to crack. The stone pillar beneath them finally fell prey to the rushing tides and was about to swallow the pillar and them along with it. He gasped at the sudden free-fall cradling his body during his descent. Mio managed to escape this fate and leapt after constructing another platform. Mineral quills protruded from her tattered gambeson's backside. He braced with his weapons crossing his torso to protect vital organs as the spines hastily sped through the air towards him.
Throbbing pain shot up his side and shoulder. His abdomen flaring with blood and exposed flesh while his shoulder pad just narrowly saved him from dismemberment. His arm ached as royal scarlet dripped from the tip of the cave's canines Mio had summoned to pierce the Prince. The blood fell into the whirlpool before the Prince splashed into the mayhem of maelstrom and disappeared beneath the waves.
The waves furiously crashed against her platform and flung axes and swords to wage in a war of attrition. The pooling scarlet only increased from where the Prince had fallen from. Hinting at the early demise and fall of the Tempest dynasty with no more living heirs. Yet the Whirlpool persisted and was keen to avenge it's master as it tried to get to Mio.
The Berserker had done it. Her sentence would be adjourned and she would be a hero of Beleth. Having slain the future King of Sparda. The blow would be gut wrenching to one of the Allied trinity kingdoms at war with Beleth. Tales would be sung of Mio. The mighty warrior fool who had thought she had slain the heir to the throne.
Soaked leather boots squelched upon gracing stone behind Mio. Followed by droplets of water puddling beneath Tetsuya's feet. He brandished a long shield on his throbbing arm able to protect him with the movement of his elbow alone. In his other hand was a warhammer.
His breastplate rose with each deep breath he took of fresh air. Long silver locks clung to his face. He fashioned a stern glare directed to the Berserker. Not one born of malice but instead forged from a will to stop this unstoppable force of power with his unyielding resolve. "I donโt want to kill you, miss," he breathlessly said having barely caught his breath after holding it for so long. "You were brainwashed and have little to no control over your actions because of your handler. These tyrants treat you like a weapon, but I see you not as a monster. But as a human regardless of if you were serf or scion before being warped into their obedient soldier."
As he spoke Tetsuya was buying time for him to find where the tether was. His golden iris flashed. While falling he had noticed her backside had a tether revealing a weakness so minute it was practically nonexistent. He followed it along the shoreline of his maelstrom before losing it. But now Tetsuya saw her weakness. Her handler a long distance away to make sure he's nowhere near the fight. Talking was merely a means to calculate how to strike the handler from this distance and to find the perfect weapon necessary for the job. "My dear sister was taken and most likely brought to this facility. So you won't stop me from finding her."
Tetsuya then took a combat ready stance, "But you are welcomed to try- even though you will taste no victory," he didn't request for her submission since it would fall on deaf ears. So began round three. The final round along with his new winning condition. Aim for her weakness.
His words did little to persuade or impress her, the beastkin girl too far gone to be reasoned with. Words did not win wars, actions did, and her very freedom hinged on winning this war here and now. It was her job to protect the facility, the very one that had warped her and turned her into the monster that she now was. Beleth's secrets could not risk being leaked, lest other kingdoms try to replicate the experiments and gain an edge against the nation. While she personally could not care less what happened to the people that had subjugated her, she had no choice but to fight, mentally compelled by her handler into submission.
After they had separated and she'd sent her attack at him, Mio watched as the prince attempted to fend it off. Rather than dodging or destroying the projectiles, however, he seemingly allowed them to crash into him with nothing to protect him but his weapons held in formation in front of him. Her vivid pink eyes widened, the sight of his blood springing into her view. So princes bled just like any other, after all. She couldn't deny the beauty in that crimson sheen, how it called out to her as it trickled from his wounded shoulder. The girl licked her lips, her eyes narrowing into a focused, predatory gaze.
Unfortunately, before she could close the distance and taste her prize, the royal soldier toppled over and fell into the maws of the great whirlpool, his own creation devouring him in a beautiful display of twisted irony. Even as those raging waters crashed upon her stone column, the Berserker threw her head back and laughed. Exhilaration rushed through her veins, easily replacing the disappointment she'd felt at the noble blood she'd missed out on. What a cruel end to a dynastyโ what a terrible, unspeakabletragedy it was. The beloved prince of Sparda had drowned in the very waters that his family claimed dominion over.
Yet... No, it couldn't be. His magic had not faded, a fact she hadn't fully grasped until the very last second when he'd emerged, wounded but unquestionably alive. She whipped around to face the male, her teeth clenching as she bared bloodstained fangs in his direction. Her mind was fluctuating, a myriad of emotions taking the Berserker by storm. What was left of her sanity was in tatters, her furred ears laying back against the sides of her head as she viewed her enemy coldly.
Despite the fact that Tetsuya towered over her, his statuesque frame dripping with blood and water, Mio did not fear him. Even as he raised his weapon, chest heaving, the young woman only stood straighter and taller as she took on a combative posture. Her sharpened eyes were challenging him, openly daring him to take another step and see what would happen.
Alas, the prince's confession gave her pause. Her fists clenched, long raven claws brushing up against her wrists as a growl rose from her throat. How dare he feign sympathy for her โ he, a human prince who had everything. For all that he might've lost, he still had his freedom, and that was more than could be said for her. Even her own memories had been taken from her, those echoes of her past life deemed a threat to her utility as a weapon. She didn't believe for a second that he saw her as anything other than a lesser being, a vicious animal who needed to be put down or caged to spare the world her wrath.
"Silence!" She hissed, her lips tainted red with bloody spittle. "I won't fall for your lies. But I will let you in on a secret, little prince." Her voice was low and deadly now, a dangerous glint in her spinel irises. The corner of her lip curved upwards, the smirk she flashed him both callous and sadistic. "If your sister was housed in this facility, rest assured, she's already dead."
From his perch among the trees, Commander Anselm rallied her, a crushing, almost suffocating sensation constricting her chest. She could hear his voice in her mind, his words like icicles that speared her in the heart and spread their chill through her veins.
``KILL HIM.``
The agony he tortured her with had her gripping her head as she screamed, an influx of power rushing to her brain. Handlers were never supposed to let their berserkers tap into 100% of their energyโ it was too risky, often leaving the handler vulnerable and the berserker volatile, the former having to concentrate wholly on the psychic connection while the latter's mind was liable to snap at any moment, if not shatter completely. With how much he was overloading her with she would be lucky to survive long enough to even kill the prince.
More rocks were torn from the earth, these ones serving as stepping stones as they floated in the air above the whirlpool. They bridged the gap between the two, allowing the feral girl to hop across them on all fours, guttural snarls vibrating through bestial vocal cords. Mio pounced for the man, aiming to tackle him to the ground and rip open his breastplate with unyielding claws. The world around them was beginning to shake as a massive earthquake bloomed across the battlefield, a natural disaster brought about by the Berserker's rage. A great crack split the war zone in two, a deep, cavernous pit forming that threatened to swallow Tetsuya whole if the rabid dog didn't get to him first. Though she bore the face of an innocent young maiden, this beautywas nevertheless a beast, and she would stop at nothing until she had her prey in her clutches.
The Berserker took joy in staining Princess Pandoraโs hopeful fate with her own cynically grimdark spin to her tale. โThen I shall bring her home for a proper burial surrounded by those who love her,โ he said without skipping a heartbeat. The Prince was more than a seasoned vet for defending Pandora's honor from both allies and foes alike. Allies tried to offer him pity to replace his hope. While enemies pointed at his naivety and laughed as if he were the butt of a joke. The Prince barred his heart as to not allow the Berserker to enjoy his inner lamentation given her sadistic smirk.
โI will never stop looking for Pandora. She is my beloved little sister. You wouldnโt know this feeling since Beleth beat the love of family out of you and replaced it with bloodlust,โ he retorted back his own venom escaping his royal lips. This mightโve been the last straw for her though. Suddenly the Berserker looked as if the entire weight of the Beleth Empire came crashing down upon her to grant her the strength to eradicate the Prince who spouted lies and now casted her as a leper from the basic form of love.
Rocks uprooted from beneath the depths and levitated upward giving the stage more spotlights to dance on. Tetsuya eyed the deadly projectiles. He would need more than just one shield to protect himself from all sides. Then the spine churning guttural growl escaping the Berserker's lips deafened the arena. As if she were bellowing the howl of death and for those who could hear her were already dead and hadn't known it just yet. Mio also heralded Mother Earth with her call before Terra's voracious maw opened wide to quench her thirst as the whirlpool's water cascaded down into her throat. Tetsuya steadied himself as the pillar shook and it's foundation was compromised. He stared awestruck as his many weapons vanished into steam before they could be claimed by the abyss.
"So this is the power of a Berserker unleashed." he commented in awe.
Then the Berserker became a blur. Tetsuya was in the eye of the storm and she was feral tornado looking for an opportune moment to strike as she elegantly skipped each stepping stone to then gracelessly maim the prince for more of that juicy scarlet nectar hiding beneath his flesh. Tetsuya wouldn't let that happen too easily though and wasted no time in smashing each stepping stone leading up to the platform. He made it so that there was only one way for her to get across to him in her web of stepping stones.
Mio gladly took the challenge and tackled the waiting Tetsuya to the ground. Her midnight black claws tore through his shield before casting it aside and moving onto his armor. She treated his enchanted breastplate like tinfoil. Tearing it to shreds before moving onto the main course. His cries echoed across the even louder maelstrom as her claws found royal flesh to carelessly incision. Mio would discover her new favorite shade of lipstick as she toyed with her new victim.
Although Tetsuya was far from a victim. He was a strategist capable of recalibration. Tetsuya summed Ziz's Talon, and stabbed the knife into the rampaging Berserker's neck. Upon contact it electrified the bloodlusting fiend. He twisted the blade opening the wound even further which splashed down a mix of his and her own blood onto his face as if he had adorned a fresh set of war paint for the final assault. He roared a battlecry as he drove the blade in deeper before pulling out the blood-soaked knife.
In her dazed state. Tetsuya kicked her off of him and sent her crashing down to the waves below. "That won't stop her for long. I must act now!" The waves were more so of a pond now given the loss of water and his magical spell reaching its limit. He desperately reached for his warhammer. It felt like a herculean labor when wielding it above his head. With all of the might he could muster. Tetsuya struck his hammer down onto the stone. Sending the shards crashing down into the waters below and destroying what little foundation was left.
The sudden demise of the pillar shot up water in every direction. Weapons from his armory were also disappearing from the whirlpool and turning into steam. Tetsuya calculated all of this to craft a makeshift smokescreen. He swam to the epicenter of his Whirlpool where a Ballista had been conjured and hoisted himself up after grasping a pair of handlebars. The water was sinking further down his ankles signifying the impending end of his vortex.
Commander Anselm was falling prey to Tetsuya's trap. The status of his Berserker being MIA and the lack of vision on the battlefield would allow Tetsuya the chance to land a critical blow the handler would never see coming. Tetsuya cocked the "Dragonโs Breath" back with the cursed spear, "Hydraโs Lament". Both of his eyes shimmered as they stared through the crosshairs.
Through gritted teeth he took a deep breath in, "Found you," he exhaled before he fired at will. Fate hurled the multi-headed spear forward silencing the world wondering it she would hit her mark. A trail of fire followed like an afterimage with shimmering embers falling to the ground like a firework. The cursed spear snapped a few branches before piercing metal and then skin. The magical rose aura carried by the spear had latched onto the handler like napalm before igniting aflame. By now the curse from the spear had infected the handler with the venom of a powerful creature while the flames cooked the hander from the outside.
So when Commander Anselm fell from his perch screaming from agony destiny showed him mercy and killed him upon impact with the ground. The flames and venom still dissolved the husk of a man until nothing but a heap of ash and scrap armor was left.
Once he confirmed the hit. Tetsuya raised his fists to the heavens and screamed in victory while his left arm throbbed in distress and protested further unnecessary movement. Then suddenly his ballista was starting to fall into the giant tremor the Berserker had caused earlier. He jumped off right before he could fall with it. The Dragon Breath turned into mist before it could crash against the harsh bedrock.
Tetsuya reached for thin air and out swirled a long line of ice before shattering into a million tiny pieces revealing a chain. "Now to subdue the Berserker," he breathlessly said as his tattered kimono barely held on by the seams. But the steam would also make him oblivious to the fact that the Berserker was closer than he had anticipated.
Mio had successfully made contact with her target, wasting no time in body slamming him to the ground in such a way that seemed impossible for a girl her size. After tackling him and rending his shield in two like it was nothing more than a strip of fabric, she turned her claws on him as she straddled him, her thighs locking his hips into place beneath her. Glowing eyes lit up with exhilaration, fanged teeth gnashing as she leaned in to sample the fruits of her labor. Not only had she shred his armor into pieces, but she'd left deep slash marks along his chest, lines of skin visible beneath the torn kimono he wore. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, salivating as she went straight for his blood.
"Aaaaaaaahhh!"
A searing pain shot through her neck, the sharpened edge of Prince Tetsuya's blade cutting into her flesh causing her to unleash an agonizing scream. Her body writhed as volts of electricity passed through it, the sensation forcing her mind to go blank. It actually succeeded in snapping her out of her murderous rage, if only for a moment. As his knife twisted and pulled out of her flesh it took a hefty amount of her blood with it, streams of it trailing down her neck and staining the collar of her gambeson. The Berserker swayed, the glow of her eyes fading as they disappeared behind eclipsing eyelids. Powerless to stop him, she barely registered how he shoved her off of him and into the swirling abyss below.
With a great splash, the female warrior sank into those cold, serene waters. Her body floated as bubbles rose to the surface, the world around her going still and silent. The sounds of battle in the distance were far-off and muted, mere wisps of a raging war that she might've all but conjured in her own mind. Crimson tinged the transparent liquid, plumes of her blood curling around her as she coughed. Perhaps she would allow herself to drift away here, nodding off as the last reserves of oxygen left her lungs and she faded away into nothingness. Water had always comforted her, some elusive quality about it so nostalgic and familiar that she wanted to embrace its enveloping caress forever. At least if she died here then the pain would be over, all the suffering she'd caused and the lives she'd stolen able to finally rest in peace knowing their killer was burning in the fires of Hell.
But something changed. Her eyes snapped open, pink irises wide and dilated as her head tilted towards the light that streamed from up above. She could no longer feel her handler. The connection he'd lorded over her for all those years had suddenly disappeared, snapping like a rubber band only to fizzle out completely. As the wound on her neck sealed itself and burned, she choked.
Commander Anselm was dead.
Whatever had happened to her in that moment, Mio would never know. She blacked out, losing all sense of reason and self. How could a beast exist without the one who kept her tamed, the chain that he strung her along with crumbling before her very eyes? No, it was obvious to her now. She could notsurvive without being subjugated, incapable of controlling herself on her own. Her new autonomy was wild and unrestrained, her head breaking through the surface of the water as she swam to the rocky edge before she could be dropped into her own valley. All she could see was red, now able to sense her enemy's location, how his footsteps vibrated against the earth as he landed upon it. She didn't need to be able to spot him through the fog, for the rush of his blood alone was calling to her, that rhythmic pulse which thumped in his chest a siren's song that lured the stranded Berserker to shore.
Dripping water and blood, the girl clawed her way onto land and charged him. Somewhere far-off, she could smell the charred remains of the man who had once held total and utter dominion over her, his miserable life ended in an instant by Sparda's warrior prince. She shed no tears for him, and indeed she would have thanked Tetsuya for killing the commander if she'd had the mind to do so. But as the sunset washed over her and bathed her in its golden glow, the singular instinct that drove her was an overwhelming urge to maim andmutilate.
Emerging from the steam, the Berserker was before him in an instant. Her heaving form lunged at him, the girl rising from her quadrupedal stance to strike upwards at his face. Raven claws found purchase in his skin, their razor-sharp tips slashing four jagged lines from his cheek up to his eyebrow. In one motion she had permanently blinded the man's golden eye, more of his blood coaxed forth as it leaked down his chin and onto the barren rock below. When she drew her talons back they were gleaming with the fresh wine of vitality, the sight and smell so tempting that she could've dropped everything then and there to lick her hands clean.
Unfortunately for the ashen-haired prince, it seemed that she wasn't finished with him just yet. Growling through clenched teeth, she struck at him again and again, intent on tearing him to pieces until he was a pulpy, unrecognizable mess of flesh and viscera strewn about the battlefield. Her soaked blonde hair clung to her cheeks, strands of her bangs coming loose and partially obscuring those magenta eyes, their bloodlust unmatched.
This was it. One of them was fated to die here tonightโ would the golden jackal of Beleth finally bring an end to the Tempest bloodline once and for all, or would her body inevitably give out before she could claim his life, her own corpse falling in line with the countless others that now littered the scene of their final showdown?
Tetsuya brandished enchanted chains to subdue the Berserker. He carefully traversed through the filmy haze before Mio suddenly burst forth from the mist. Her claws swung ferociously and managed to find royal flesh and stole his left eye in the process. The one man armory now lost sight of his stash of weapons. The Prince's vocal cords strained as he cried the song of agony.
The cut was deep. Crimson flowed from the wounds in a steady pour. With every beat of his heart, more and more of his liquid essence erupted from him dripping down to the lingering water below. Mio had found her scarlet treasure. She was no longer restricted by her mortal bonds and she was now an agent of carnage who had chosen Tetsuya to sacrifice to her master.
The tormenting pain Mio dealt with each slash to Tetsuya's body numbed his senses into an out of body experience. His mind tried to preserve what remained of his sanity as she attempted to strip him to the bones. He was already exhausted from summoning his whirlpool and keeping her at bay for so long. Her final attack was draining his reserves while he blocked as best he could. He didn't have the strength to fight anymore. The rose tinted sky up above matched the dread he felt in the pit of his stomach.
"How did she get even more powerful?" he thought as his life flashed before her eyes. "Shouldn't the absence of a handler no longer allow her to tap into her power?" he wondered where he went wrong in his final moments. He noticed the breakdown of her body. It was as if her power was cannibalizing what remained of her physical vessel. Even if she killed him here, he surmised she wouldn't see the end of this day.
The Berserker forced him into the pool of his blood once his legs could no longer handle the torment of her unending attacks. She was unrecognizable. In her feral state she looked like a beast without a shred of her humanity left. "That's right...her humanity." Tetsuya looked into the eyes of the Berserker and couldn't find her former self within them. She was a war machine and he accidentally took away the one person cradling her human soul. Guilt riddled the man for turning her into this. All he needed to do was nurture her spirit back into the killing machine to turn it off.
Just as Mio was about to deal the killing blow. Tetsuya smiled through gritted teeth as the anguish finally relieved somewhat when she left her guard down to strike him, "Gotcha!" he yelled before he unleashed his chains. The Elves tamed the Northern-winds and gave it physical form allowing the Prince to weave the prehensile chained-weapon around Mio and bind her like a boa constrictor with the speed of the Northern zephyrs backing him. Her black brazen claws found his flesh though in sacrifice of this tactic and he coughed up his own blood.
Tetsuya brought her in for a bear hug and with his remaining strength he held her tightly. A primal signal for comfort, consolation, and support. Something Mio hadn't felt for years was now catered on a silver platter to the Berserker. He knew the inhumane treatment the Berserker's dealt with on the daily. They were treated in subhuman conditions during and after experimentation. So when he brought Mio in for a hug she would feel his warmth.
The bracelet cable groaned from her strength as she pushed the enchanted chains to the limits. "I'm so proud of you, miss," his voice shifted to the soothing ocean waves rocking one to sleep. "You're so strong to have made it through hell and back. The fighting is over. You won. You did it. You're free now." He whispered into the ear of the Berserker. Carelessly getting within biting range to give her praise and words of affirmation.
"It's time to go home. So many people are waiting for you. They've missed you. Don't you remember?" he weaved a bread trail for her mind to latch onto the remnants of her family she could've possibly recalled before becoming a Berserker.
Even with his greatest efforts he could tell he wasn't getting through to her completely.
Tetsuya hugged her even tighter as the chains began to crack. "I've missed you, Dora," he confessed as if she were his little sister. He now spoke from the heart of a loved one by projecting Pandora upon Mio in order to sell the genuine happiness of being reunited with a loved one from her former life. "You can't imagine how many times I've replayed this moment. I've been looking all over for you, hoping to find you. I'm so relieved you're alive. Everything is going to be alright now." He spoke with intense passion before gently caressing her head just as he did to his little sister to quell her anxiety when she had awoken from a nightmare.
Except this wasn't a terrible dream. It was a reality. So he sang the lullaby his mother used to sing to Pandora to help her get a good nights rest.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
You make me happy when skies are dreary.
Youโll never know, dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away.
Please don't take my sunshine away ~
Tetsuya began to get teary eyed. This charade was becoming too surreal for him as he truly wished Mio was Pandora in this moment. "Come back to me, Dora. Don't be what they made you."
She'd lost count of how many slash marks she'd left upon his body, her claws shredding his skin like it was made out of paper. Even as he toppled over into his own bloody puddle she fell right with him, growling like some feral beast, her animalistic vocalizations rising in pitch. Mio's power was beginning to wane, however, as she burned through the last of her supply at staggering speeds. The commander's death meant that she could no longer tap into the shared power of their psychic link, leaving her running on fumes as her time came for her. Her attacks became noticeably slower, a concerted effort being made just so that she could remain upright.
When the prince's chains restrained her, the Berserker was left unable to do anything but scream, her body thrashing wildly about as she attempted to escape their hold. "Release me!" She snarled, her murderous rampage refusing to be quelled. For all the years she'd been a slave to Beleth, not once had she ever been pushed quite so far. Was there even any part of herself still left after everything? The beastkin girl's ears laid flat against her head, her tail whipping about in a display of deep, unending fury. "I'll kill-"
Prince Tetsuya threw his arms around her, the feeling of his warmth enveloping her causing her eyes to grow wide. Such a bold move threw her off entirely, her struggling halting for a few moments as her brain desperately tried to understand what was happening to her. Nobody had ever touched her without intending to hurt or kill her, yet it seemed that that was exactly what he was doing. She wanted to refuse to believe it, her violent writhing continuing as she desperately attempted to kick out at him and break free of her binds. As he leaned in to whisper into her ear she bit down on his shoulder, her fangs sinking into his flesh as her body trembled against his. They were both stained in each other's blood, an autumnal breeze blowing between the pair as it rustled their hair and clothing. Her teeth remained latched in his neck even as he spoke softly to her, streams of his blood flowing from her lips and down her chin.
Despite his efforts, she couldn't remember anyone waiting for her. No matter how hard she tried, no memories would come back to her. For all she knew, she was completely and utterly alone in this world. Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit down harder, ready to tear a chunk of him out before she heard his next sentence.
``I've missed you, Dora.``
Pink eyes snapped open, their dark pupils shrinking as she stared out into the crimson sunset behind him. That name... Tetsuya was no doubt referring to the lost Princess of Sparda, Pandora Tempest, his royal younger sister. Nobody knew exactly what fate had befallen her but all suspicion was placed upon Beleth, for it was the enemy nation that had attacked his family in the first place. The foolish prince couldn't possibly believe that she was his sister, could he? Still, hearing that nickname churned something inside of her, her body going limp as she finally stopped fighting against the chains he'd bound her up with.
Fingers stroked her hair, his touch so comforting and nostalgic that she could have stayed just like that with him forever. The force of her bite lessened until she had withdrawn her canine teeth from his shoulder completely, a few small holes left in their wake. These words were not meant for her, but she wanted to believe that they could have been, if only for a moment. Her strength was fading fast, her body aching and withering from being pushed so far beyond its limits.
And then she heard his song. His voice was so beautiful, so soft and ethereal in that moment. She couldn't recall ever hearing such a piece before, yet somehow she knew all the words by heart, the tune striking some chord deep inside of her. There was a woman she didn't know humming along to it, her presence tender and motherly, but the girl could not bring her face to mind. Where had she heard this lullaby before...?
Tears filled her eyes as she closed them, each one shining as they streamed down her cheeks. "Tet... suya..." She
whispered the prince's name, her voice fragile and breaking. As the chains shattered, Mio fell into him, her body slumping against his as her will to fight vanished entirely. Instead, she only felt heavy, impossibly heavy, like she carried the weight of a thousand sins upon her back. Her pain had numbed to a dull ache, but she was so exhausted and fatigued that she couldn't even stay up on her own anymore. Her breathing was shallow, those golden ears atop her head drooping slightly as she pressed her face into him and basked in his scent. Beneath all the blood and the cinders of war, he smelled just like home.
"I'm... sorry..."
When at last the darkness consumed her, Mio accepted what she believed to be her death, glad that the battle was finally over. Yet when she next awoke she would find herself in a cold, dank prison cell, alone and wounded but very much still alive. In her isolation there was but one thought in her mind, a yearning which consumed her every waking moment from dawn to duskโ one that promised hope, a new sense of purpose at last.
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โโโโโโโฉโโโฆโโโฉโโโโโโ โ ๐ฏโฏ๐๐๐๐๐ถ ๐. ๐ฏโฏ๐๐ โฏ๐๐ โ โI'm not Afraid of My Destiny - So Face Meโ
The Northern zephyr howled itโs song of sough one last time as the Elven chains finally shattered adding to the list of lost treasures once stored within his armory. Today extracted a heavy toll for victory, but thankfully his life was spared. Mio pressed her body against him and didnโt continue her campaign for devastation like he had hoped. He couldโve sworn he heard his name but her mouth was too muffled for him to hear properly.
The warrior Prince supported his former enemyโs weight when she no longer had the strength to stand. He was holding on by a thread himself. His kimono reduced to sparse threads with his bare chest practically remaining along with the deep scars incurred from her wrath. His left shoulder ached as he heralded it to his command. But pain was simply a reminder of one being alive in life as his father had taught him during his rigorous training and thankfully never lasted forever.
As the Berserker blacked out she managed to chirp an apology before going completely limp in his arms. For a moment she looked familiar. He combed her straw strands away from her blood soaked face to get a good look at her.
โY-your highness. You can let her go now. Sheโs defeated. Please. Let his majesty Wolfsbane finish her off. Youโve done enough already.โ A feminine voice beckoned for her Prince to not show any more mercy to the fiend who almost took his life.
Tetsuya still held Mio close as to not allow her to fall, โShe was brainwashed, Cassandra. This isnโt her war.โ He reminded his advisor with a sigh as if theyโve had this conversation hundreds of times already.
โYour highness-โ she gasped and covered her mouth when he saw his scarred face. โ-y-your eye!โ she mourned his loss for him.
Tetsuya sighed, โYes I can see that, Cassandra.โ He smirked as he made light of the situation even though he was very deeply upset at it. Crying over something out of his control would be a waste. Especially now that he had one tear duct so best to not waste the tears.
Since her highness curtly addressed her concern she looked at the slumbering war machine. โWhat do we do with her now then?โ she hesitantly got closed as if Mio would slash her throat after waking up from a brief nap.
Tetsuya remained silent as Mio soundly slept against his chest and thought for a moment until reaching an answer, โThereโs a decommissioned war vessel. I think itโs time to retrofit it for one prisoner for...further...questioning-โ Tetsuyaโs vision was starting to fade. The intense blood loss had finally drained him of the remaining mana he had left. The Prince fell on his back bringing the Berserker down with him.
โYour highness!?โ Cassandra reached out to grab him but it was too late. Mio and Tetsuya lay in a pool of their own blood in the remanence of the battleground they dueled to the death in. With the Earth torn asunder and the remnants of his whirlpool floating in tiny puddles. This day marked the first time the two astounding individuals would meet.
Several months had passed and the Allied forces had won the war. Beleth had lost the weapon facility that day Mio & Tetsuya fought which meant they couldnโt sufficiently defend their remaining fortresses. Soon the Beleth empire was split by Allied countries to make sure it didnโt rise again to start conflict. The highly coveted Berserkerโs were either put in stasis or used for nefarious purposes in hopes of replicating the super soldier work of Beleth bioengineering.
Mio on the other hand was kept in the equivalent of maximum security prison except she was a mile out in Sparda waters. A giant wooden war vessel was turned into her prison sailing right next to the kingdomโs coastline. Close enough to see from shore but far away from any land. Regular chains couldnโt contain her. So instead Allied forces used the bindings Beleth incorporated in their weapon facilities for Berserkerโs who werenโt given a handler yet. Chains of enchanted adamantine bounded to her with added weights to strip her of her strength. Reinforced bars were incorporated and a talisman of power meant to lock their own power away was set in place to help her maintain her humanity as it acted as a temporary solution for a lack of a handler. Weirdly enough Mio didnโt show signs of being a problem child so the talisman was all that was needed to keep her in check without major further containment procedures necessary.
It was as if she was preoccupied with something. This came to a-head when Tetsuya received a peculiar resume on his desk as he searched for a bodyguard. After his altercation with the Berserker it was deemed that he would have a bodyguard while attending the prestigious Alexandrian Academy. To prepare him for one day becoming king. So it was to his advisorโs shock when he took the liberty of interviewing Mio personally.
A smaller boat converged with the larger war vessel and up came aboard royalty and his advisor. The wooden floor boards made it easy to hear the murmurs of disscontempt coming from his advisor. โYour highness please let me handle the interviewing process. Itโs my job to pick the most suitable candidate; with your final say of course.โ
Tetsuya walked with a steadfast saunter without glancing his one good eye at her, โYou wouldnโt give her a fair chance,โ he retorted while going below the decks.
Cassandra hesitated to respond because they both knew he was right. โWell. Sheโs a Berserker can you really trust one of them?โ she spoke of Mio as if she were a beast contained within the contains of the royal stables.
โTrust can be earned. Sharing a common understanding is another thing and difficult to come by.โ he cryptically surmised having his own agenda besides his fatherโs wishes to attend the prestigious Alexandrian Academy.
They stopped after going to the lowest deck possible. To a floor and a door meant to house only one prisoner. Mio was as close to hell as she was as far to heaven within these depths. The guards began to work the intricate locks set in place on the door which would make a master locksmith blush at the craftsmanship of the door.
The heavy and mechanical door clinked open and slowly swerved revealing a single prisoner inside the confines of a heavily reinforced bar cage. There was a line as to not cross lest they risk losing their life if she were to reach out along with a talisman of power above the door swaying as far away from her reach as possible. Tetsuya traversed through the mechanical threshold and walked into the dimly lit room with a pair of torches. Mioโs irises were akin to reflecting what little light was in the room hinting at her enhanced nature.
Still. Tetsuya held his gaze with her and remained silent as they stood in a standstill to see who would blink first.
Tetsuya unhooked the arm brace his left arm was in and handed it to his advisor. โYou may go now, Cassandraโ Tetsuya said without breaking eye contact.
Cassandra looked at his highness and then at Mio before sighing and leaving all together. โYou have twenty minutes.โ she reminded him before the heavy door swerved shut and the mechanical mechanisms clicked behind him trapping the two in an impregnable room.
Tetsuya remained still as he studied Mio. She seemed malnourished. Another protocol to keep a Berserker easy to contain in the weapon facility. The Prince then walked over to the wall and grabbed a chair with his right arm and placed it in the middle of the room. He adjusted his regal attire more in-line with his royal status before sitting down. โDo you remember me?โ
He asked before pulling out her resume from his inner coat pocket and briefly glancing at it before looking at her again. โMio-โ he said her name in a warm undertone, โ-why did you decide to apply to be my bodyguard- are you hoping to finish what you started?โ he asked in a calm tone.
Unlike the other individuals on this ship. Tetsuya didnโt fear her. Not because he knew he could contend with her at her full potential-maybe not so much now. But because he saw her for who she was. An abused brainwashed and kidnapped girl forced to do heinous crimes and undergo intense experimentation against her will.
This moment she had been waiting for now presented itself. She had garnered the audience with the Prince himself.
In the months that had passed since the Battle at Nimfort, Mio had heard a great many things in her isolation. Most days she simply slept long hours to ward off the cold loneliness, the ache in her limbs still persistent weeks after the fight itself had ended. She ate the limited amount of rations she was given, finding starvation to be nothing new. Commander Anselm had done the same to her when she was his slave, often leaving her with nothing but scraps and refusing to allow her any of his blood aside from the most trace amount to maintain his control over her. His was dirty, muddled, and disgusting anyhow, but she couldn't help the craving she felt for fresh blood, her throat dry and burning in its absence.
But there were other days when the guards would come to visit her, spewing insults at her and treating her like the vicious animal they saw her as. They spit on her and spilled her food on the floor until she was forced to eat it off of the ground. She had no doubt they would've beaten her were they brave enough to get close, but it seemed that her reputation as a violent beast kept her from enduring any further abuses. Despite their mistreatment, she remained docile, keeping her head down in silence and never daring to talk back or provoke them. She was a prisoner on the ocean's waves, contained so deeply inside of a heavily armored vessel that she had no hope of escaping from. She knew why things had to be this wayโ she'd acted out as an enemy of Sparda, and when she'd failed to defeat the prince she was captured and made into an example. If anything, they were showing her a great mercy by not just killing her, though she had no idea why they hadn't.
Luckily, Mio was able to listen in on the guards when they spoke to each other, and through them she could learn about all that had happened since the battle. It seemed that the war had ended shortly after their showdown, though the land remained scarred and barren from conflict. Beleth, the nation that had once commanded her submission, was no more. The once war-mongering empire had been split and reformed, the tyrannical King Roth executed for his crimes against humanity. It was under his order that so many young men and women became test subjects only to be turned into bloodthirsty Berserkers, their lives warped beyond recognition. So many had died for such a brutal cause, it was only fitting that he would meet his own end at their hands.
However, the most interesting piece of information she'd gleaned from their conversations was about Prince Tetsuya himself. The very man she'd dreamed of every night since their parting, her longing for him spurred on by a desire to hear that beautiful voice of his again. She couldn't remember much from their fight, but she could remember his singing, how it broke through her haze and brought her back to her senses. She'd listened intently as the guards discussed how the prince would be attending one Alexandrian Academy, a reputable institution that taught nobles leadership skills and battlefield prowess alike. Apparently, the young royal was in need of a bodyguard to protect him during his enrollment there. When she'd finally spoken up for the first time in ages to ask them if she could apply, the two men had laughed in her face and slammed the door on her. It wasn't the most encouraging response, to say the least.
But there was at least one person there who sympathized with her. A female guard who visited her sometimes, she was the only one who didn't scowl at the beastkin girl every time she saw her. When Mio had asked her the same question, her voice raspy from disuse, the woman had said nothing and left her there with her rations. By the next day, she'd returned with paper and pen, setting them wordlessly on the floor in front of her. She thanked the maiden until her voice gave out, even if the other never acknowledged it. Her handwriting was sloppy and shaky from the weakness in her limbs, but she'd written out a letter to the prince all the same, each word carefully picked to express her regret for injuring him and her wish to atone by serving under him. When the guard disappeared with her letter she never heard anything about it again, and for a time she'd wondered if it had even reached her intended target at all...
That is, until today. Mio was awoken by the sounds of footsteps approaching her cell, the myriad of locks on the door ahead of her softly clicking as they opened. Figuring it was another guard, she sat up, pink eyes glowing faintly in the darkness of the room. She didn't look too goodโ she was paler than usual, skinny, and her hair was a tangled mess of blonde locks. The prisoner's garb she wore was a baggy white jumpsuit, though it had become worn down and stained throughout her captivity. Still, there was beauty in her soft, unblemished skin and big, round eyes. She gazed up at the figures that entered, her long lashes parting as she blinked the sleep from her eyes.
It was him.
Shock froze her in place as Prince Tetsuya himself stood before her, the very same man she'd faced off against many moons ago. He'd won their battle, but not without suffering some heavy injuries of his own. His once dichromatic eyes were reduced to just one blue iris with a patch covering the other, the result of her claws having torn into his flesh. Her ears lowered in a guilty manner, a small frown tugging at her lips as she looked him over. She'd put him through no small amount of pain and even taken something permanent from him, even if she wasn't exactly in control of herself during it. How she wished she could take everything back, go back to that night and change the outcome... Unfortunately, it hadn't been just a nightmare. It was real, and the consequences of her actions would continue to haunt her for the rest of her life.
The pink-haired woman with him left after a minute, with Mio only vaguely registering her presence. Once they were alone, she scooted closer to the bars, but not in a threatening manner. She made sure to move slowly, her eyes softening when she heard his question. Of course she remembered him. "Yes..." The girl responded softly, coughing to clear the hoarseness from her voice. "You're... Prince Tetsuya." Her lips trembled as she spoke his name with the highest reverence, like she was afraid of tainting it with her tongue.
She watched as he sat before her and retrieved her application, not expecting that she would've been allowed to see him again at all, let alone that he would personally come to visit her. Faced with his commanding presence and the looming reality of their situation, she felt nervous around him, her eyes shifting around the room as she fumbled with the collar of her shirt. Only when she heard her name from his lips did her ears perk up, eyes meeting his with rapt attention. His question startled her, lips parting as she opened her mouth to protest.
"No! O-of course not, Your Highness. I... Please believe me when I say that I would never wish to hurt you. I didn't back then, and I still don't now... Just the thought of it makes me sick." She shook her head frantically, sandy tresses rustling with the movement. When she looked at him again her face was remorseful, eyes shining with emotion. Here in this prison cell, she was nothing like the vicious Berserker that had razed the battlefield and left so much destruction in her wake. She was passive, hesitant, and reserved. Sitting up on her knees, she placed her hands in her lap and stared up into his eyes as though searching for her purpose within them. "I can't apologize enough for the things that I did. To you, and to your soldiers... I killed so many, and I committed atrocities that I can never take back. I almost killed you, too. I'll live with that regret for the rest of my days, and I know it would be selfish of me to ask for forgiveness. Someone like me... Can't be forgiven."
Mio lowered her head, golden ears drooping slightly. "That's why... I want to atone, instead. I think... No, I know that you saved me back there, sire. You killed my handler, and you could have killed me, but you didn't. I don't deserve your mercy or your kindness. I kept asking myself why, wondering how I was still alive when I should be dead..." She leaned into the bars, clutching onto them as her body trembled slightly. How she wished to break free of her cage and touch her savior, to simply feel the warmth of another without breaking them for once. Right now, she just wanted to be embraced, just like how he'd held her on the eve of their confrontation. "If I'm still alive, I decided that there must be a reason for it. Rather than wasting away down here and being a burden on your kingdom, I want to help you. I want to serve you, my prince, to give myself over to you fully. I never had a choice in fighting for Beleth, but I want to make the choice right here and now to pledge myself to Sparda instead. To you."
"If you'll accept me, my strength will be yours. If you bond to me I will not be able to harm you, even if I wanted to. I'll commit my every waking moment to protecting you and your allies, I'll even do anything else you ask of me and I won't complain. I swear it."
She gave a deep bow of her head, closing her eyes as she faced the floor. It was difficult to look at him, especially now after she'd confessed all of her feelings so openly. She caught her breath after she'd ranted, her cheeks darkening somewhat in realization. After she'd said all that, what would happen if he still rejected her? What if he just saw her as some pathetic, simpering fool? Was groveling at his feet really going to get her anywhere? This was a prince, one who'd fought and conquered an unspeakable number of men in war. To him, she was probably just some monster, a worthless soldier who'd failed to defend the empire she fought for. How could he expect her to do any better for him?
"Please... Consider my offer, my prince. That's all I ask..."
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"I'm not Afraid of My Destiny - So Face Me"
Tetsuya sat in his high chair with his all seeing eye casting judgment down upon Mio. Or at least that was the aura she felt he gave off as the royal member of the Sparda kingdom watched her like a hawk. He studied her manner of speech and actions to spot any farce lurking behind her intentions. Although his stoic expression gave little for her to go off on he felt remorseful for even asking the question when it became clear she was repenting. โPoor girl. Sheโs been through so much already.โ He thought while comparing her statements to the other Berserkerโs heโs personally talked to.
They all had one aspect in common. Regret for their actions. Some thought they didnโt deserve forgiveness while others thought it was in their right. Mio fell into the former category. He had also cross referenced her offering to serve Sparda Tetsuya and compared it to the generals of Beleth, and to King Roth himself. Those tyrannical bastards played a good show when charged in the United Court of Empires for their crimes, but one by one they were sentenced to death. They argued they had Belethโs best intentions at heart. But Tetsuya was there to testify their more mischievous and heinous war crimes against the races. Tetsuya could tell Mio held no malice in her heart after going through weeks of geriatrics in the court room.
He reached out for her as if she were falling into despair when she hung her head. He fell to his knees while she couldnโt bare to look at him and sat right in front of her. Throwing caution to the wind as he got as close as he pleased to Mio. His warm hand suddenly grabbed onto her shoulder and leant as much comfort as he could from the thick set of bars separating the two, โAsk and you shall receive, Mio.โ
โRaise your head and look at me.โ His thumb caressed her for encouragement.
โI understand the intricate nature of your case. Fortunately Iโve had the opportunity to spar with you so I know youโre a truly formidable warrior.โ He spun their first interaction in a brighter light to add Mioโs credibility for the job at hand. โIโve spoken to several former Berserkers during the war. I had realized you werenโt obedient soldiers fighting for Beleth. You were brainwashed to serve the Empire. I knew then and there I couldnโt kill any Berserkers which crossed my path. That was my decision and Iโm the one to bare the consequences of my actions.โ He humbly shouldered some of the weight off of her and took responsibility for his injuries.
โRegardless of what the court of public opinions say. Iโm thankful you survived, Mio. Iโm thankful because I get to say I forgive you and see you go out into the world after rehabilitation. So do not carry this burden within your heart any further.โ He reassured her that amends was in arms length if only she was willing to reach for it.
Tetsuya retracted his touch but held onto the bar with his azure eye shimmering in the dimly lit room, โIโll be attending Alexandrian Academy this upcoming semester. Itโs not uncommon for bodyguards to join since the school is also meant to nurture heroes of legend. But I have more personal reasons for attending.โ He revealed his intentions to Mio in a hushed whisper.
He glanced over his shoulder before leaning closer as he prepared to share a secret. โYou see. Iโm more interested in finding out where my little sister is. After the war ended Belethโs land was divided to the other kingdoms. So itโs very difficult to find where she can be. Sheโs alive, I know that much given the intel Sparda found. But finding her is like trying to solve a puzzle with only a quarter of the clues. But instead of looking for those clues, theyโll all be in one place. The academy.โ
Tetsuya allowed her to digest this newfound information that nobody else knew. She didnโt strike him as a gossiper, but if she was then the guards didnโt seem very keen on listening to anything she had to say. Plus she was a mile out from the shores of Sparda. He wouldโve already chosen his bodyguard and gone to the academy by the time his secret spilled to the shore.
As he remained silent he pulled out a vial from his coat pocket. It was sealed but a lingering smell would make it irresistible for Mio. They had pretty much adorned it all over their faces when they first fought. Tetsuya held up a vial of his blood. โBut just because you have all of the clues doesnโt mean you can solve the riddle. Sometimes you need an expert who knows something already,โ he looked at Mio making her a prime candidate since she went through the torment firsthand and will know details vital for this personal mission of his. โMio, Iโm honored you pledge you allegiance to me and I accept your strength. In return Iโm offering you a full pardon along with Spardan citizenship. To the Academy youโre my maid. To Sparda you will be my bodyguard,โ he flashed a mischievous grin, โBut to me youโll be my ally for this secret mission.โ
His scent then filled the small room as soon as he opened the vial. He twirled the vile as if to make sure the contents wouldn't grow stale swirling the mana rich blood in the process. โI read about the blood pact ritual necessary for me to become your handler. So consider this a taste of what has yet to come.โ Before he brought the vial into her cell, โIf you accept my offer then close your eyes and tilt your head back with your mouth open.โ
Mio felt her heart begin to race as she heard the prince shift, the chair he sat upon clattering somewhat when he sank to the floor in front of her. It was only when she felt his hand on her shoulder and heard his order that she finally raised her head, her pink eyes locking onto his blue one. He was so close now, close enough that she could feel his body heat, transfixed by the way his long, slender fingers gripped her so comfortingly. He explained his reasoning for sparing Berserkers, his words a goodhearted attempt at making her feel better about her actions. Her mind couldn't be swayed so easily, but she appreciated his efforts, her eyes softening slightly as she came to realize the kind of person that he truly was.
However, when he claimed that he was thankful she was still alive she couldn't stop herself from tearing up, crystal beads spilling over onto her cheeks as she was overcome with emotion. How can he forgive me after what I did? She brought her fingers up to wipe them away, her shoulders shaking as she tried to stabilize herself. No one had ever shown her such warmth, such kindness. The girl rarely cried, for crying was a weakness that was only ever exploited by the people in power and used against her. Tetsuya, however, didn't seem like the type of person who would do such a thing. Somehow, she felt safe around him, able to open up in ways she'd never have imagined doing with anybody else.
Sniffling, Mio looked up as the prince pulled his hand away and made to grip the bars of her prison instead. She blinked away that brief bout of tears, her ears twitching as she listened attentively to his secretive whispers, her expression a mixture of surprise and concern. Yes, she remembered him bringing up his sister before, the wayward princess of Sparda who had gone missing some years ago. Alexandrian Academy seemed a prime destination to search for clues if the nobles from so many kingdoms converged there; surely at least one of them would know what had become of Pandora... Mio's gaze hardened with determination as she reached forward, cupping her fingers over his own that curled around the bars. Surely it was improper to touch royalty so freely, especially when it came to a lowly beast like herself... But in that moment, the girl wanted him to feel her sympathy, to see the fire in her eyes that proved she believed in his cause.
"I'm sorry for what I said before... About her being dead. I didn't mean it, and I wouldn't have known anyway. The higher-ups would never give out that kind of information to someone like me... But I do want to help you find her." If it was important to him, then it would become a priority for her, too. Besides, she was thankful he'd decided to share his secret with her, and for that reason she swore to protect it. A familiar scent tickled her nose as the prince extracted a small vial from his coat, the contents that swirled around inside causing her head to spin. Her pupils flickered from the dark liquid and back up to him again, skepticism etched into her thin brows. "Sire...?"
The girl's eyes widened when he spoke his acceptance of her, claiming then that she would become his bodyguard, his maid, and his ally. Her heart seized up in her chest, its tempo nearly halting completely as soon as he pulled the cork out of the glass vial. The aroma of his blood wafted up to her and she could hardly contain herself from pouncing for it, her mouth beginning to salivate as her thirst consumed her. He was offering her a taste of his royal essence, so rich and sweet that it threatened to turn her back into a beast then and there. But Mio would prove to be quite adept at restraining herself, her ears laying back as she leaned in, dainty fingers tightening over his as they both clenched around cold metal. "Ah... I... I accept." How could she not? Her lips parted as she acquiesced to his command, the pink slip of her tongue sticking out as she tilted her head back with eyes shut, patient and obedient.
And thenโ bliss. Blood pooled in her mouth and she drank it down as voraciously as though it were a cool oasis in a scorching desert. She swallowed every drop greedily, her tail brushing against the floor as it wagged slowly from side-to-side. Only when there was no more left did she finally close her mouth and lick his crimson droplets from her lips, her body shuddering with delight. It wasn't enough, not even close... But she was grateful for what she was given, her eyes opening again as they rested upon the man appreciatively. As shameful as she felt for being so dependent on blood, it was simply the nature of a Berserker. At least it would tide her over until she was cleared to leave this place, though it was almost cruel that she should be barred from indulging herself as she pleased.
"Mmh... Thank you, my prince... My Master." With a burning intensity in her gaze, she pulled her hand away from his, blushing faintly in the dim light of the room. Even if their bond hadn't been fully established yet, she already saw him as her new owner, but unlike with her last one she was happy to acknowledge him as such. She tilted her head slightly, strands of her cropped hair brushing against her shoulder with the movement. "I'll wait for you as long as it takes. We'll find your sister together... I promise."
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"I'm not Afraid of My Destiny - So Face Me"
Adamantine chains murmured when bound wrists reached for the royal digits wrapped around the thick cell bars. Tetsuya paused the moment he felt Mioโs cool dainty fingers hold onto his own. He wasnโt used to being touched without so much as someone asking for permission first. Her lithe fingers siphoned of his radiating warmth. Yet he didnโt brush off her touch. His thumb lapped over her knuckles and began to caress the Berserker as a way of thanks for her sympathy as she held onto each and every breath which escaped his lips.
He paused to allow Mio time to digest his words. Before suddenly his stoic expression faltered while he was reaching inside his coat pocket. Mio began to apologize for her harsh words and admitted to being ignorant of Pandoraโs whereabouts. A weight on his shoulders lifted off of him. His lips pursed up into a hopeful smile, โThank you, Mio. I figured you were trying to get under my skin.โ He said with a soft hearted smile. Tetsuya was relieved her words carried no merit.
The Prince continued reaching in his pocket, โI sense no dishonesty in her proclamation. Although I donโt know her, trust can be earned. So long as we have the same goal I can trust that sheโll help me find Pandora.โ He surmised before revealing the scarlet nectar she longed for. He debated just how much of a sway something as trivial as the vital fluid can have on her. The tightening of her grip along with faltering of her poise to a salivating mess was evident in her desire for blood.
He took note of his blood being a way to reward and discipline her while reciting his offer to Mio. Of course she accepted his conditions and readied to accept his blood. โGood. She can follow commands and shows some form of restraint even if she desires my blood.โ He gave her passing marks for this test. โThen drink, Mio. Become my herald of benevolence.โ He declared before his hand holding the vial brushed past the metal bars and incidentally clinked the cool metal. As if ringing a bell to prepare for supper before he poured the scarlet juice down her gaping mouth.
Mio drank his blood as if it quenched her soul. He made sure to give her every last drop and shook the vial up and down before nothing was left. Her adorable tail swayed as the remaining drops gingerly fell to her tongue. The thirsty young lady savored the drink and quivered when the lingering remnants was ushered down her throat. "You're very wel-" Tetsuya began before Mio prematurely called him master. He stared at her blankly. It took him a second to fully comprehended her words as his facial features were riddled with shock.
He hastily regained his composure and relinquished his hold upon the bars to clear his throat, "Ahrm...You're very welcome, Miss. Mio." he flashed her a charming smile. "Please be patient while I work on releasing you from the confines of this repurposed war vessel." Tetsuya arose to his full stature and noticed the faint stains of food in her cell. As if it were thrown on the floor. His eye narrowed into a eerie hue of sapphire, "Tell me, Mio. How are the guards treating you?" He exhorted her to tell him with his words and unamused stare lest she face his wrath or at least that's the aura he gave off.
When she spilled the truth he would close his eye and mentally jot down these grievances. "Aha. I see. Thank you for telling me." His voice softened and he regained his calm stoic demeanor instead of the devastating tempest she met on the battlefield.
The Prince turned back to the large mechanical door and sauntered his way with a elated gait. His azure iris flashed from over his shoulder when Mio expressed an eagerness to begin her work to find his sister. "I'll hold you to that promise." He said warmly before knocking on the large door.
He noticed how the talisman brightly shimmered given that Mio drank a mana rich vial of his blood. The large mechanical behemoth clicked several times before the large door opened. Before Tetsuya fully departed he wished Mio farewell, "I'll see you soon." he waved with a curt nod and polite grin before leaving.
As Tetsuya and Cassandra waited for their boat to depart the war vessel. "Your highness, why did you discreetly alarm the crew to be on red alert after trying them for court martial? Did you find the Berser-I mean Mio showing any hostility with your eye or is this punishment?" Cassandra apprehensively inquired while helping his majesty get the arm sleeve back on.
"It's to prepare her for transport, Cassandra. I want to make sure there's nobody who will do away with her before I can get her pardoned." he answered in a swift fashion. "But also just in case she tries to escape because of the snack I gave her." he thought to keep that bit of information to himself lest he face the verbal lashing of his administrator for doing such a reckless action.
A couple days had passed and treatment from the guards had substantially gotten better ever since Prince Tetsya personally visited Mio. The guards no longer threw her food on the floor or cursed her existence. Instead choosing to avoid her all together and do the tasks as quickly as possible. Still. Some would murmur curses from under their breath, but at least the food was now warm and even had some salt added to it for some flavor.
Then on the morning of the fifth day, since Prince Tetsuya last came, the movement of iron clad boots echoed along the wooden tiles from up above. It was an alarming wakeup call as the sound grew closer and closer. Then the large mechanical door clicked methodically until the door's hinges screeched as the massive hunk of metal revealed Prince Tetsuya decked out in white and blue armor. Just like how they had first met except his helmet was missing. His hair was neatly pushed back in a ponytail but still was long enough to hang over his shoulder.
"Hello Mio." Tetsuya warmly greeted her as if she were an old acquaintance. "Are you ready to get out of here?" He asked as if he needed to know the answer to that question.
After getting Mio out of her cell, she was personally escorted by the Elite Guard. They were some of the most highly decorated Warcerers within the Spardan ranks. Cassandra trembled even though Mio was still bound by shackles and had the talisman wrapped around her neck like a collar. "Oh don't mind her. It's her first time being so close to a former Beleth super soldier," Tetsuya whispered to Mio as he walked right next to the Berserker without fear. Treating her as if she were the small young lady that she was instead of a war machine.
"Y-your highness! Must I remind you relocating a Special Class prisoner isn't a trivial matter?!?" Cassandra tried to save face by reminding him of the severity of this situation while hiding behind Tetsuya.
"Cassandra.โ Tetsuya said in a stern tone. โThe Elite Guard, and I, are here. Also this prisoner is called Mio," Tetsuya gestured to the Warcerers clad in the same armor as Tetsuya except with their helmets on after reprimanding his advisor. The Elite Guard were made up of Warcerers grade A- and up and were specifically designed to protect the royal bloodline or be tasked with the most difficult of missions. Tetsuya was a former member before being honorably discharged because of his injuries. As for what a Warcerer is. Well it's an individual who's been trained in martial arts and the mystical arts. Making them a combination of a Warrior and Sorcerer, otherwise known as, a Warcerer.
Once they finally reached the top of the deck Mio's skin would be kissed by the radiating warmth of the sun after months of being held below the decks. The cool fresh breeze of the shore brushed along her blonde locks as a light flake of water tickled her skin. The smell of the sea enveloped her nostrils as it replaced the old wooden smell of her cell. The morning Spardan skies were clear with some clouds. The red hues made it look like the heavens blushed to see the long lost princess the newly appointed bodyguard of the Prince.
The gargantuan palace was noticeable in the distance even from the shore. It's heigh scraped against the sky. The war vessel could only get so close before it's size wouldn't permit further entry. So once it reached the port a smaller war boat used a bridge connecting Mio's former prison to freedom. "This way, Miss. Mio." Tetsuya gestured for her to cross first with chain rope lining both sides in case she needed something to hold onto.
Once settled on the smaller boat. The party would sail down the main river which lead to the palace. As a kingdom settled along the shores of the sea, Sparda made use of water including the grand river which fell from the palace and into the city down below. Traditional minka houses lined up along the river along with busybody shops. The faint market chatter in the distance was muffled by the constant slushing of water.
Tetsuya asked, "Mio, do you still not remember which kingdom or empire you hail from?" he probed softly since he knew it could be a touchy subject for some Berserkers. He had hoped the sight of a kingdom other than Beleth would spark some memories from her former life.
Tetsuya's composure faltered somewhat after she'd drank his blood, though she wasn't sure why. Watching him curiously, she only nodded when he requested her patience. However, his next question concerning the guards took her by surprise. The way they'd been treating her... She wasn't sure why he'd wanted to know, but something in his expression demanded her utmost honesty. "Ah... well..." Uncertain as to how he would use such information, she gave him the truth anyway, reluctantly detailing their behavior during her time upon the war vessel. All things considered, they were practically kind compared to her previous captors.
As he stood and crossed the room, leaving her there with the assurance that they would see each other again, Mio lifted her hand slightly in a wave. "Goodbye... Prince Tetsuya." She whispered, her round eyes trained on him until the moment he disappeared behind the mechanical door. Left in solitude once more, she scooted back against the wall of her cell and brought her knees up to her chest, hugging them closely as she rested her chin on them. It was cruel, too cruel. The time they'd shared together was so fleeting that she was almost afraid she might've dreamt it. Already she wanted him backโ the one ray of light that cut through her dark fog, her savior. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back up against the wall and focused on committing each and every one of his words to memory. When next they met, she would be ready to do anything she could to prove herself to him.
Five days had passed since the prince's visit, and with it he'd left a lasting mark on the ship. Like clockwork, once he was gone the guards suddenly became far more accommodating of the beastkin girl. They still feared and even despised her, but now they would simply go about their job without spitting on the floor at her feet or verbally degrading her. Vaguely, she'd wondered if Tetsuya had anything to do with the sudden change, her cheeks warming at the thought.
On the day that he was slated to retrieve her, one of the female guards had entered her cell to get her cleaned up. It was the same one from before, the woman who'd given her the opportunity to send the prince a letter in the first place. It seemed she was the only one willing to get close enough to bathe her, despite the presence of the talisman pacifying her. Still, it was important that she looked presentable for her new master, especially considering that he was the heir to the Spardan throne. She'd brought in a washbasin full of lukewarm water and stripped her, much to her great embarrassment, before helping wash her hair and skin while she was still chained up. When all was said and done, Mio looked like a completely different girl from the bloodied Berserker on the battlefield, or even the dirty, neglected prisoner of the war vessel.
Her blonde hair was silky and styled neatly, a few strands woven into a braid that sat atop her head like a crown. With her skin free of stains and smudges, it was easy to see how smooth and clear it was, the small whisker markings on her cheeks standing out more against her regal visage. Perhaps the biggest difference of all was the new clothing they provided her withโ instead of the torn jumpsuit, she was given a long, steel blue maid dress, complete with a white apron tied around her waist and frilled sleeves. The hem of the dress reached her ankles, and a makeshift hole had been cut out in the back to allow her tail to fit through. Above the neckline of her dress they had fitted her with a silver collar that the talisman was then affixed to, the magic within it glowing faintly as it resonated in her presence. She stepped into the polished shoes and looked up as the guard finally exited her cell, leaving her to await the prince's arrival in silence. They'd removed the shackles binding her to the wall, but the manacles around her wrists remained, now held together in front of her with a much shorter chain.
It wasn't long after that that the one she'd been waiting for came to her at last. When the heavy door was opened, Mio turned to look at the man that entered, her eyes lighting up when they fell upon him. He looked just like the day they'd met, except for the fact that he was missing both his helmet and one of his eyes. As him and his guard approached her cell, she straightened up to greet them, adopting a more dignified stance in the presence of royalty.
"Hello again..." She smiled shyly, almost too obvious in her happiness at seeing him. "Oh, y-yes, I'm ready, sire." She bowed her head to him in reverence, her pulse speeding up as the door to her cell was unlocked and opened. It was the first time she'd been allowed to step outside of it in months, her limbs feeling somewhat shaky as they ached from disuse. She wasn't sure she could even hold a blade right now, let alone use it. As she was led up the stairs alongside Tetsuya and his retainers, she took notice of the pink-haired woman from before. A small frown tugged at her lips upon noticing the other's fear, and she cast her eyes away, features tightening with guilt. Even though the prince tried to reassure her, she still felt ashamed knowing that she'd ever fought under Beleth's banner in the first place.
He referred to her as Cassandra and reprimanded her for speaking out of turn. Mio looked up when she was introduced, and she attempted to put on a friendly smile, her golden ears twitching somewhat. "Nice to meet you, Miss Cassandra..." she said, though she could hardly even see her from her cowering position behind Tetsuya. Chewing her lip softly, she decided to just leave the woman alone for now. Talking may just make matters worse.
Once they emerged above deck she took a few moments to breathe in the salty sea air, her wide eyes taking in everything from the glistening waters that stretched all around them to the red-tinged skies that signified dawn. It had been quite some time since she'd last laid eyes upon such a view. Much like a dog she was inclined to go lay down in a warm patch of sun and take a nap, though there was no time for that now.
She was directed to board a smaller ship that connected to the war vessel by a bridge. Wobbling across it, she made her way to the other side and took up her place next to him, the sound of the kingdom coming alive rushing all around her. Citizens were waking up to begin their day anew, stall keepers shouting out their wares in the market as children played along the riverside, laughing and chasing each other with wooden swords and sticks. Somehow, she almost felt emotional seeing it. Sparda seemed a bastion of beauty and peace compared to the darkened streets of Beleth. The cloud cover above that nation was so strong that the sun practically didn't exist there at all, and it was ever a cold and barren sight. Seeing the grand palace and the surrounding town stirred something inside of her, her eyes softening when she heard Tetsuya's voice and turned to face him.
"No, I don't." Mio shook her head, a scowl on her lips as she considered the former empire. "I don't believe it was Beleth, though. That's just a feeling I have."
Walking closer to the edge of the boat, she draped her shackled arms over the railing as she looked out upon the bustling castle town. Could this kingdom have been her home? Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, but she felt a certain connection to this river and the palace that loomed over it, a strong pull that drove her to lean further over the edge until she nearly toppled over it. Righting herself, the Berserker gave an awkward half-smile, her dress fluttering around her ankles in the breeze. "Eheh... But Sparda is beautiful. I would have been honored to call this place home..."
She shot a wistful glance out to land, trying desperately to recall even a single one of her stolen memories. It was no use. Whatever it was that those bastards had done to her mind, it felt as though there was a mental block preventing her from ever fully recollecting her past life. She often wondered if she had a family that might still be out there somewhere, searching for her. It sure sounded a lot nicer than the idea that she might be all alone in this world after all.
"Well, as the prince, you must live in the big castle, right? Is that where we're headed?" Opting to change the subject to a more positive one, she faced Tetsuya with excitement in her eyes, the talisman swaying at her neck as she turned. "I can't wait to see it. The commander often spoke of this place with disgust, but I see now how wrong he was. It's ten times better than King Roth's old fortress." Who knew what had happened to it since the empire had disbanded... Frankly, she didn't care. Sparda was her home now, its prince her charge, and it was this country filled with light that she'd sworn to protect.
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"Just because someone stumbles and loses their way, doesn't mean they're lost forever"
โThe dress suits you nicely, Miss Mio.โ Tetsuya turned to his advisor. โWhat do you think, Cassandra?โ He inquired of her opinion to try and break the ice. But she was lost in her own world. โCassandra?โ Tetsuya called out to her one more time but alas his words fell on deaf ears.
Cassandra was never supposed to be there, but of course she had to follow her Prince. She remembered that day. The courageous and strong warriors she grew up with charged to the brawling behemoths of Beleth and were swatted away like flies before her very eyes. She had never seen anything like it. The price of blood to take down just one Berserker was too high. So when Tetsuya launched himself from his catapult she thought he was mad to answer the call of a deadman. But no amount of pleading changed his mind.
Cassandra saw it all. What Mio truly was capable of. She was only a spectator in their battle. So when it was all over she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her to see Tetsuya victorious. Tetsuya was one of the strongest men she knew. Of course he would win. So when she came to aid her Prince she was in shock. Her Prince was disfigured and reduced to a bloody mess surrounded by the Earth torn asunder. How could something so small cause this much devastation, she thought.
So when Mio greeted Cassandra directly she hid behind her Prince before peeking once again at the Berserker. She gulped and chirped out, "H-helloโฆ" as to not be scolded for not reciprocating a greeting. Cassandra then allowed a healthy distance to grow between the two. She felt small even though she had half a foot on Mio. Cassandra was but an ant observing colossal elephants fighting till the death that day. The memory still fresh in her mind. By the grace of the gods she hoped Tetsuya knew what he was doing.
And the gods did grace them with a beautiful day from the heavens. Tetsuya basked in the rising sun and took in the fresh air as Spardan people went about their early morning routines. He wondered if a sight like this jogged Mio of any memories, but unfortunately mental recollections from those days would be fruitless. โAh, just give yourself some more time,โ he replied while leaning back in his seat and looking at the ships behind theirs as an escort of two ships accompanied them for the front and back.
His ears twitched before he glanced over to Mio wondering what that noise was. Oblivious to her slip up but he returned her smile out of courtesy. The wind nestled his features gingerly and caressed his hair until it flowed majestically. Silver strands flying just like the flag of Sparda. Mio then mentioned how she wished she wouldโve called this kingdom home in the past. Tetsuya reached over and placed his hand on her shoulder to emphasize his next set of words, โIt is now your home, Mio.โ He welcomed her with a warm tone.
The Princeโs hand fell back into a lax position as he closed his eyes to take in the rising sun. But Mio asked where they were heading. He peeked with his one good eye, โYes, to the palace we go.โ He answered swiftly before rising up from his seat. He stared up at the titanic towers as Mio regaled of the venom her commander spat at Sparda, โSo youโve been to the former King Rothโs fortress? When I had arrived it was already in ruins. Or maybe thatโs how it had always looked,โ Tetsuya lightly jested before joining Mio and leaning against the railing.
โYouโll like the inside. My ancestors have lived here since the Bronze Age, and have expanded upon it since.โ He stated just as they were close to the water fall which cascaded down from the palace with thousands of gallons of fresh water. It was massive and wouldโve surely gotten them soaked if it werenโt for the waterfall to suddenly part. There was a mystical hue of blue in the water as the hydro gate permitted the three vessels to pass. The waterfall was so tall it rivaled some of the smaller towers in size. Yet here it was making way for the Prince and his party.
The underbelly of the palace had massive columns supporting the weight of the gargantuan humble abode of royalty while also harboring several flags ships and luxury boats. Tetsuya walked past Mio and glanced over his shoulder, "Welcome to your new home, Mio. You're my bodyguard now. So you go where I go and stay where I stay." He reminded her before continuing to walk to the front.
As the Elite Guard escorted Mio, Cassandra, and Tetsuya they walked past two giant doors which lead to a grand throne room. The ceiling was cradled by highly detailed arches. Navy blue ionic columns lined up the sides of the throne room and past the main room were doors which all lead to the throne room in one way or another.
Up above the walls were beautiful stained glass regaling the Tempest ancestral achievements in stunning works of art illuminated by the sun casting a light at the bravery and triumphs of the men and women who came before them. Statues of the gods watched like gargoyles from up above as if making sure no harm befell upon this place along with its inhabitants.
The cherry on top of the throne room being a massive chandelier in the middle of the room originating from a monstrous drake. Its skull completely wide open as if it tried to bear itโs fangs to the ceiling with candles having been placed on each tip of its tooth to help illuminate the room where torches couldnโt reach with fire burning at the tips of every horn. From snout to maw the skull was massive and couldโve easily rivaled some of the war boats from down below as it almost spanned the entirety of the room.
As they walked along the vast throne room they grew closer and closer to the ivory marble steps which lead up to the highly vacant regal throne. Stained glass sat behind the throne with the Tempest house-crest crafted perfectly and casting the crest down to those who occupied below the steps as the sunlight helped shine it down onto the dark mahogany.
Once arriving at the steps they waited patiently with the Elite Guard lining up along the steps and looking down at the three as if ready to defend the throne with their lives. โAny second now.โ Tetsuya informed as he looked to the right hand side of the throne where a door was. True to his word it swung open after a few seconds of waiting. Tetsuya had grown accustomed to his fatherโs tardiness.
Out stepped a massive man clad in the royal drapes of the King along with his golden crown with royal blue jewels. His white beard and long silver hair were wrapped neatly in braids. An entourage of advisors followed after him and with each step the gravity of it all was beginning to get too heavy to bare. One by one each Warcerer fell and so did Cassandra and Tetsuya. They kneeled and pressed their right hand across their heart out of respect for the King of Sparda, King Leonard Typhon Tempest.
The monarch stopped once in front of his throne and took a moment to glance down at the three below before unhurriedly finding his seat and resting his hands upon the arm rests. His azure eyes focused on Mio. He flashed her a skeptical look as if she had appeared somewhere to him before but he couldnโt quite pin point where. He casted aside the perplexing nature of her appearance once being unable to reach a satisfying revelation and raised his hand, โAll my rise.โ A deep and sonorous tone boomed across the room giving grace to those who were below him.
The Elite Guard, Cassandra, and Tetsuya stood back up and regained their full stature. โFather, my King, I bring to you my newly appointed bodyguard.โ He gestured to Mio. โAs discussed she will need a full pardon and citizenship which only you may grant, your majesty.โ Tetsuya bowed his head to signify he finished speaking.
King Leonard didnโt look amused though and was silent as he stared at Mio. His wrinkles hinting at his age looked at the youthful young lady with eyes full of discontent. He rose up from his throne and walked down the steps of the throne and walked right up to Mio. He unsheathed the monarchโs saber and placed the blade on her shoulder with the point pressing against her throat, โIt is by my understanding you were the one who scarred my son. I humored him when he requested to keep you alive as a prisoner but I find you chosen as his bodyguard absurd.โ He coldly scoffed at the idea.
Tetsuya jumped in, โFather! We talked about this-โ King Leonard flashed a stern look at Tetsuya, โStand down lest I finish what you started at the battle of Nimfort.โ He growled which petrified the Prince. His hands fell to his sides and he took a step back. He held a breath while looking at Mio as if a shield would manifest if he stared long enough.
The King then turned to look at Mio again. His imposing figure easily dwarfing her as he stood taller then even Tetsuya, โGive me a valid reason why you deserve this pardon and Spardan citizenship when youโve killed many Spardan and Allied warriors along with disfiguring my son beyond repair.โ The sword then began to glow as the enchantment came to life, โAnd do not waste a single breath. Or you shall face penance for your past transgressions.โ He warned once since she will only get one chance to make her case.
Tickled by his compliment, Mio only blushed in response, though she had to admit that it felt strange to wear such a thing. She was more used to a suit of armor or rags than a pretty gown, and it made her feel both vulnerable and entirely out of her element. But if Tetsuya liked it... Her soft smile widened slightly when Cassandra gave her a response, as timorous as it was. It was so rare for her to have positive interactions with others, or to even speak to anyone outside of her captors or adversaries. Perhaps this could be the start of something new... If not a friendship, then she would still like to be able to call the other woman an acquaintance, at the very least.
Gazing out across the waters, the beastkin girl stirred softly when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Ah... Thank you, Your Highness..." Words couldn't express how grateful she was to him for welcoming her into his kingdom so freely; she, a mere stranger who'd nearly killed him in combat and had taken out a countless number of his men besides... She looked away, her ears lowering slightly as she considered it. How long would his kindness last? Surely she would do something to upset him sooner or later, perhaps he would even decide to change his mind about pardoning her and choose to exile or execute her instead. She couldn't even blame him if he did.
As the prince settled in beside her at the railing, she lifted her head to properly behold the encroaching waterfall, her eyes widening at its beauty. Some strange sort of magic willed the sparkling waters to divide as they were allowed passage beneath the palace, her lips parting in astonishment. Sparda was the most wonderful place she'd ever seen. She carefully considered the young royal's words, briefly wondering how different this place might have looked hundreds or even thousands of years ago. Many generations of kings and queens must have walked its halls, the notion of royalty as persistent and unchanging as time itself. She turned when the prince's steps began to recede past her, the sight of his broad back serving as a reminder of her duty to him. Startled from her brief reverie, Mio quickly bowed her head and hurried after him, the chains around her wrists jingling with the movement.
The grand throne room came into view as the party of three and their guards stepped through the intricate double doors sealing it off. Mio's head was on a swivel the whole time as she looked around at all of the new yet strangely nostalgic sights, each priceless decoration and ornamental column standing out to her in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on. The castle was far more impressive than any she'd ever laid eyes upon, with the interior seemingly so wide and open that she could easily get lost inside of the ivory labyrinth. The stained glass reflected squares of colorful light at their feet as they passed under the high, arching ceilings and stone statues that loomed up above. Such unparalleled craftsmanship would have made King Roth weep, surely. But why did she feel like she'd seen this place before? Perhaps in a painting, or in a dream...
As soon as they'd stopped walking she was snapped out of it, her pink eyes flying up to Tetsuya's face. The empty throne right in front of them and the crest of Tempest behind it amazed her, and in the moments before the king appeared she couldn't help but wonder what the sovereign of this nation must be like. If he'd fathered such a kind son, then he must have been a far more benevolent ruler than the one she was used to.
When the door swung open and a silver-haired man appeared, Mio had to bite her tongue to keep from gaping at him. He looked so much like Tetsuya even as aging lines crossed his weathered face, those cerulean eyes matching the one that the prince still had. His every step boasted authority, his powerful stride commanding their reverence. When the others beside her took a knee, Mio hurried to do the same, her blonde hair curtaining around her face as she bowed her head deeply and copied their stance, her own hand hovering over her chest nervously. So this was King Tempest? The very same man that had bested the former empire, one that Roth had considered his mortal enemy and the foremost obstacle in his ambitions for global conquest. When they were allowed to stand once more she could feel that her legs had suddenly become shaky, her knees nearly as wobbly as jelly. She did her best to hide that fact, standing as tall and straight as she could in the presence of royalty.
As uneducated and ignorant of social cues as she was, she knew her place here. Staying silent as the regal duo conversed, she found herself studying the king's face closely while he was preoccupied. There was something vaguely recognizable about the man, but she chalked it up to his similarities to Tetsuya. Regardless, she didn't have much time to agonize over it when she noticed that he was heading straight for her, his boots clicking as he descended the steps with purpose. The sound of his blade singing as it was freed from its sheath caused her to flinch instinctively, the girl digging her nails into her palms right then to ground herself. Despite her dainty appearance, she was a battle-hardened warrior, and it was taking everything in her not to react violently when a blade was pressed into her throat. Her skin prickled as her limbs grew tense and rigid, furred ears flattening at the sides of her head. With her powers being suppressed by the talisman, a slice to her neck would mean instant death while she was unable to regenerate.
Even though Tetsuya tried to defend her, the king would have none of it. Mio shot him a sympathetic look in response, but one thing became clearโ this was her battle, and hers alone. Instead of fighting with swords and magic she would need to rely on words and wit, her very life hanging in the balance. If she could not convince King Leonard to pardon her, then this throne room would become her final resting place.
Having remained silent up until now, the Berserker swallowed a lump in her throat and wetted her lips as she prepared to speak once she was permitted to.
"It's true, Your Majesty..." She spoke softly, her tone even and lacking any semblances of deception or hostility. "It is indeed my fault that the prince is forever scarred, for it was at my hands that he suffered so greatly, and it was my blade which struck down so many of the soldiers bearing your nation's banner..." There was no use in trying to hide it. Everyone in this room knew what she had done in the name of the former empire, the reason why she was a Special Class prisoner who had to be kept in solitary confinement on an armored war vessel for months. If she hadn't slaughtered so many she wouldn't be here now, and that fact hung over her head like a storm cloud, each life she'd taken like a drop of acid rain that burned her skin.
"Beleth enslaved me, they took everything from me โ my memories, my autonomy โ but I won't make empty excuses. Their blood is on my hands. The things I've done cannot be undone, only I can take responsibility for my deeds. So I must beg of you, King Tempest..." She lowered her head, dipping it in the best bow she could muster while his saber still hovered inches from her jugular. "Please allow me to atone by protecting your son with my life. If I must die for my sins, I wish to do so for his sake. I do not wish to be a burden to Sparda any more than I wished to be a slave to Beleth. By Your Majesty's grace, if you'll allow it, I will lay down my life for your kin and kingdom, devote myself wholly to serving and guarding Prince Tetsuya until I draw my final breath. That is the oath I swear as a former soldier of Beleth, and I renounce the fallen empire and its tyrant king with every fiber of my being."
Mio held her shackled hands up to her chest, offering them up in a willing show of servitude. "Your son was kind enough to save me at Nimfort. He showed me that there are reasons to continue living, that life is more than just an endless war. He is the embodiment of light and I refuse to let anybody snuff it out." Her voice was passionate now, her ears raising from their lowered position to stand at attention atop her golden head. "But I understand that words are meaningless. If you desire it, I will give my own eye in exchange for the one that I took, tear out the brand that Beleth burned into my flesh with my own claws. With the bonding ritual, I can establish a psychic link with the prince and ensure that my power, my very being is at his mercy, rendering me incapable of raising a finger against him or anyone that he does not allow me to. Having said my piece... I submit myself to your unquestionable judgement, Your Majesty."
The girl kept her chin lowered out of respect, her eyes on the floor as she awaited her fate. To lose her head or to gain a home among the kingdom of Sparda... The choice belonged to the sovereign alone.
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"Just because someone stumbles and loses their way, doesn't mean they're lost forever"
Tension shrouded the throne room in a fog of uncertainty. The cool blade pressed upon her porcelain skin while the King of Sparda heard her speak. His eyebrows furrowed when the beastkin took ownership of her past transgressions and asked for atonement instead of groveling at his feet for forgiveness.
Mio then conjured a poised speech which silenced the throne room with its presence. She pledged her fealty to Sparda and in particular its prince, Tetsuya. She promised her life to defend the man who shined a light upon a better path for her to take. Tetsuyaโs heart skipped a beat and he glanced away from her as he digested her words. No one had ever complimented him to such a high degree and meant it without wanting to gain favor of the royal by flattering him with empty words.
Lastly, Mio offered her body, her mind, and her soul to ensure penance is paid in full and also to make sure she could not go back on her words she will undergo a ritual cursing her to uphold these promises. She awaited for King Leonard to come to a decision after she spoke her peace. She humbly bowed her head and avoided direct eye contact.
The enchanted steel shimmered before the tip of the sovereignโs saber was used to raise her chin till she looked up at the monarch. Her blonde locks served as a portrait for her innocent face. His expression softened when he vaguely saw the late Queen, Hime Tempest, within Mio's eyes. After some further deliberation the king finally came to a conclusion.
The blade once again fell upon her shoulder. โI, King Leonard Typhon Tempest,โ the saber gracefully swung above her head and gingerly landed on her neglected shoulder, โpardon Mio for her sins against the kingdom,โ the blade once again rose over her head, โso long as she ritually bonds with Prince Tetsuya to become his personal guardian.โ The royal blade tapped her shoulder one last time. โAlong with granting her full Spardan citizenship.โ The King declared before the sovereignโs sword glowed and then suddenly he sliced her shackles right off.
Mioโs status as prisoner of war was now officially null-voided entirely by the declaration of the King of Sparda. The king sheathed his sword and flashed a glare at the berserker, โDo not disappointment me.โ He warned with a stern tone.
Tetsuya took ahold of her hand and tugged her to his side till the prince was in between the two of them, โThank you father, but we should really be moving forward with the ritual.โ Tetsuya interjected without letting the king verbally lash her further.
The king looked at his son for a few moments with the same glare he gave the berserker as if disciplining his children for their unruly behavior. Leonard turned towards the steps and began walking up to his throne. Once atop he ordered, โFetch me Lady Hibana,โ to one of his advisors. The king then took a seat upon his throne and watched the two with a displeased look. Something about Mio convinced him to grant Tetsuyaโs wish. Though he couldnโt determine the main factor yet.
Once the king sat down Tetsuya turned to Mio and smiled, โYou were so brave, Mio. Iโm so proud of you,โ he playfully ruffled her hair. The prince chuckled before he froze and stopped holding her hand along with retreating his hand from her golden locks. โAhm-forgive me. Old habits,โ he said with a hint of sorrow as if recollecting the past.
โAlso, thank you. About what you said earlier. Youโre too kind in your sentiment though, Miss. Mio. The light was always there. Inside you. I just opened your eyes to see it.โ He said though it was clear he was touched by what she said.
After some time the two were greeted by Tetsuyaโs grandmother, Lady Hibana, who specialized in curses and witchcraft. She explained how the ritual will work by using slightly different curse to bond Mio & Tetsuya compared to what Mio had used with her commander. She explained how Beleth used a high tier curse as a way to bond master and berserker together. The price will be their blood forming a pact together to fulfill the curseโs cost. She handed Tetsuya a card to read while she invoked the ancient curse in a tongue foreign to Tetsuyaโs ears.
After some minutes the hex was set. Tetsuya stuffed the card into his pocket after committing the oath to memory. He then pulled an icicle out of thin air and the ice shattered revealing a knife. He pressed the blade into the palm of his hand and sliced it which drew blood. He then handed the blade to Mio. The blood dropped and dribbled until splashing into the marked magical circle which then sparked to life right below their feet. Tetsuya took a deep breath and looked into Mioโs eyes with determination.
Here me, Mio the golden jackel ofโฆSparda, I offer my bond to you, My will anchors your consciousness and your sword carves my destiny,
In darkness, in light, in fury in tranquility, in war & strife, in peace & harmony,
I, Tetsuya Charybdis Tempest, will be your master, If you accept then proclaim it, if you submit then grace me with your vitality,
Tetsuya recited before outstretching his hand for Mio to take.
Mio sucked in a sharp breath when the tip of the king's blade pressed into her chin, the cold metal feeling like ice against her skin. As the sovereign lifted her face to petrify her with his hard stare she put all of her willpower into maintaining that eye contact, the sight of his azure irises stirring a strange and ambiguous feeling in her chest. She didn't know why, exactly, but she got the feeling she'd stood in a similar presence before, yet under very different circumstances. She stood as still and stiff as a post, only releasing the breath she'd been holding in when she felt his saber retreat from her bare flesh, the flat edge shifting to lay upon her shoulder instead.
Wide pink eyes watched the king as he gave his speech, the promise of an official pardon ringing in her canine ears like music. She could barely contain her relief, her shoulders slumping ever so slightly in response as the man gave each of them a tap with his royal sword. Despite the things she'd done and the simple fact that a beast like her shouldn't even exist in the first place, King Tempest elected to show her mercy, his blade cutting through the chains around her wrists and liberating her from her imprisonment.
With her hands free, Mio placed them at her sides and took a long, deep bow. "Thank you, Your Highness! I promise that I will not go back on my word!" It was strange, somehow, to know that in just a few short moments she was now a citizen of Sparda and the prince's official bodyguard. Even the king's glare and overall severe demeanor could not put a damper on her happiness. Smiling, she turned when she felt a hand close around hers and locked eyes with Tetsuya, her body leaning into his as he came to her rescue.
King Tempest returned to his throne and the beastkin girl paused when the prince placed his hand on top of her head, one of her eyes closing reflexively as she looked up at him. As his fingers rustled her hair she couldn't help but blush lightly, her tail wagging twice. Though he apologized and made to create some distance between them she only shook her head, clasping her hands behind her back respectfully. "It's okay. I was happy..." She murmured, tilting her face away sheepishly. Such a gentle touch he'd given her โ one that was surely meant for his beloved little sister and not really for her. Staring at the floor, she found herself envying Pandora for how lucky she must have been to have such a doting older brother. But those thoughts had no place here, particularly when the princess was still very much missing.
Tetsuya's appreciation for her comments had her smile returning, albeit she seemed a bit shy now that he was addressing her directly. "Ah, um, w-well, I meant it... Thank you." Her voice faded off as she stood awkwardly at his side, unused to being praised or shown anything resembling gratitude. It was silent for a bit before Lady Hibana arrived, the elderly woman before them seeming as wise as her years would suggest. Mio greeted her politely and listened in attentively to her words, finding her presence oddly
comforting for someone who was supposed to be a complete stranger to her. As soon as his grandmother began to chant an unknown verse, the Berserker pivoted to face the ashen-haired prince once more, captivated by the sight of his magic. She'd seen it fully in action on the battlefield before, but to be able to observe his powers as an ally instead of an enemy gave her time to really appreciate the effortless beauty of his ice.
Witnessing him slice his own flesh caused her to wince, but she couldn't deny that the sight and smell of his blood was like that of a tempting bouquet to her animalistic senses. Its fragrance made her head spin, her eyes glossing over somewhat as she gingerly took the knife from his hand. Biting her lip, the young woman ran the sharp edge over her own palm with quick efficiency, a steady stream of crimson trickling down her fingers and onto the marbled flooring below.
The magical circle glowed beneath them, its otherworldly light illuminating her solemn features. Mio took Tetsuya's offered hand with her own injured one, their blood mixing together between the caress of warm skin as she bended her knee, lowering herself to the ground at his feet. It certainly was different than the ritual she'd gone through with Commander Anselm. He'd shed her blood by whipping her and forcing her to proclaim her loyalty to him, and only then had he allowed her just a little bit of his in return. That man held no kindness in his eyes, not even the slightest concern for the young girl or her wellbeing. With Tetsuya, she felt like she was safe and understood. Breathing in deeply, her lips grazed against the back of his hand as her submission was given verbal form.
"I accept your rule, Prince Tetsuya. I will be bound to you as the sea meets the shore, forever in your shadow like the moon chasing after the sun. As long as we both shall live I will be your servant, your weapon. My very being is at your disposal, for I can think of no greater honor than to call you Master, the handler of my leash and owner of my mind. I, Mio, surrender myself to you willingly and submit to your irrevocable authority."
Slowly rising to her full height, she extended her bloodied hand to him as an offering. With her other one, she took his and lifted it to her lips, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to collect the blood that pooled in his outstretched palm. The taste sent chills through her body, her eyes closing as she licked his skin clean, golden ears pushed back to the sides of her head. His flavor was divine and just the same as she'd remembered from the sample he'd given her days ago. The glow of the circle seemed to brighten as they partook of each other's essence, their bond sealed forevermore in their shared bloodletting. She could feel the weight on her mind slipping away as she was given a new master at last, the talisman around her neck losing its glow once its purpose was fulfilled. He held total dominion over her now, she knew, but as for how he would use his new power... That remained to be seen.
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"Focus on your actions not the outcome, it is all you can control"
The magical circle beamed as if holding on to each one of Mioโs words as she swore submission to Tetsuyaโs authority. The outside symbols sparked to life with each finished sentence as if she were singing incantations. The newly established golden jackal of Sparda offered her slit palm while taking his in her other hand. She had no hesitation in wiping his hand clean. It kind of tickled and stung as she gingerly swept her tongue along his open wound. Tetsuya on the other hand held her dainty hand within his own by comparison with more reluctance.
Tetsuya gazed at her open wound seeping out her own personal crimson nectar. The prince gulped before lowering his head and licking a spoonful of her blood. He held it in his mouth and slightly winced at the copious amounts of ferrous flavor as if tasting a bitter treat. Eventually he stomached the will to swallow. He gasped at the sudden jolt of electricity running up his spine. The new neural network symbiotically binding to his nervous system sent chills throughout his body and he held his breath as the added weight of her consciousness was added to his shoulders. The circle finally announced a successful union and blinded the prince in a bright light.
The prince shuddered a held breath before sighing as the sensation washed over him. He could feel the wound on his hand slowly close. When he looked down at his immaculate appendage of which Mio made spotless. He could see Mioโs mana signature within his wound. As if the blood he drank from her was working to mend her newly appointed masterโs vessel. Then his wound was completely closed and unblemished as if he were never pierced by the blade in the first place. No scars or anything remained.
He found himself flexing his hand in amazement by opening and closing it rapidly before he chuckled in disbelief. Then he saw an even brighter aura radiating from behind his hand. He then focused on Mio. He could see her in a different light than before. She was glowing in a power he had never seen before. As if two spectrums of vision collided into one and his mind tried to make sense of it all. Her untapped power it wasโฆ โStunningโฆโ he thought before suddenly blinking and looking around the room, โWhy do my thoughts have an echo?โ Tetsuya wondered before looking over to Mio. โMio, can youโฆhear me?โ he slightly tilted his head.
The magic circle beneath them slowly lost its illuminating presence until fading into obscurity. The chalk markings remained and fell still as if falling back into a dormant sleep. Lady Hibana clapped her hands together after Tetsuya telepathically spoke with Mio, โI believe the ritual was a success!โ she announced with a pleased tone. The king spoke in a booming voice, โHow do we know for sure? Can we really trust a berserker freely walking within the halls of this palace?โ
Tetsuya sighed but still didnโt look at the throne, โFather, Mio is under my command,โ he extended his hand to cup her cheek. He met her eyes with a charming grin before hastily snatching the talisman dangling around her neck with one swoop. He held it in his hands and broke it in two before dropping what remained onto the marble floor. Nothing happened. Mio didnโt suddenly gain her untapped power or begin to turn feral. โBut to ease your distressing thoughts letโs prove it.โ Tetsuya finally looked to the throne and then pointed at one of the Elite Guardmen, โYou. Please step forward and ready yourself for combat.โ
The Warcerer looked to his king of which King Tempest gestured for the Elite Guard member to go. The ivory armor clinked with each step they took until leather boots clicked along the marble floor. He unsheathed his hilt and ice began to make up his blade. โAh, a cryomancer. My Mio should have no problem then.โ Tetsuya spoke of his bodyguard with pride as if their union was formed not but a few moments ago but instead years ago.
โGrandmother would you be so kind as to conjur a magic cube for this demonstration?โ Tetsuya requested of which she granted. A perfect measure to make sure nothing around them could get damaged as the two fought.
Tetsuya then turned to Mio, โI of all people know what youโre capable of. Especially now that I see your aura. You can do this Mio,โ he hyped her up while his hand sifted through a portal. Although he masked his discontent well it irked him how he canโt see within his armory anymore. Eventually he found a sword.
Tetsuya pulled out a sword made of ice before it shattered into a million pieces revealing a very familiar blade. โI like to collect weapons wherever I go so I thought about taking the one from a warrior who gave me one of the greatest fights of my life.โ He offered the same newly furnished blade Mio had wielded when facing the very One Man Armory who stood before her. โIf itโs not to your liking then I have plenty more where that came from.โ He said suggesting at an even larger selection available at his mere finger tips.
Then he leaned closer and covered his mouth from the rest of the people present, โMake me proud and Iโll let you drink some of my blood,โ he whispered to Mio of the reward waiting for her to claim.
A shudder ran through her body at the feeling of the prince's own tongue prodding her sliced palm, a sensation that danced the line between pain and pleasure tingling in its wake. She held steady onto his own wrist until she was finished and allowed him to pull his hand away, her own eyes widening slightly when she realized that his wound was suddenly healed. Oh... Did I do that? Thought Mio, her mind briefly returning to her experience under Commander Anselm. It had been the same back then โ whenever he was hurt he would draw her blood to heal himself, but he didn't often get injured thanks to her protecting him and his aversion to being on the frontlines. As she licked the last remnants of Tetsuya's blood from her lips, the Berserker smiled up at him, seeing him now in a whole new light. She felt deeply in touch with him, like their very souls had become one. 'Yes, I can hear you, Master.' Her own thoughts responded to his, far more accustomed to the concept of telepathy than he was.
As his grandmother announced the closing of their ritual and the king voiced his suspicions, the petite blonde turned towards the royals with an uncertain look in her eye. How was she to prove her fealty to them? Before she could think to say anything, the prince spoke up for her, his warm hand grazing against her cheek. She gazed into his blue eye and let out a soft gasp of surprise when he tore the talisman from her neck without warning. "Ah!"
Of course, having it off made no difference. She knew as well as he did that they were bound now, and indeed, standing beside her new handler she was as calm and collected as ever. She blinked, looking from him to his austere father, her hesitation only growing once Tetsuya called forth one of his Elite Guardsmen.
She was inclined to question such a decision, reluctant to fight one of his allies as that would mean raising her sword against a citizen of Sparda, the very nation she'd sworn to protect. Already, she'd wounded a countless number of their men and she didn't wish to add to the casualties. But she trusted Tetsuya, for reasons even she herself did not know, believing that he wouldn't push her too far and cause her to fly off the handle. As long as he kept her in check and wielded the link efficiently then she was sure she could beat the guardsman and have both of them come out of the battle relatively unscathed.
Lady Hibana worked her magic and surrounded the dueling pair in a shimmering cube that ensured their fight would not leak out into the palace walls. As the prince rallied her, Mio nodded softly, her cheeks a bit pink from his praise. It didn't seem appropriate that he would compliment her so, especially considering he only knew of her strength from her previous attempt to kill him. Even so, no one had ever believed in her as wholeheartedly as he did now, and the thought of it had her heart fluttering strangely. If it's for him, I want to succeed... She thought, and she made sure to keep those ones to herself.
Seeing her greatsword procured from his portal, the young woman's lips parted in shock, her unchained hands reaching for it instinctively. "You kept it all this time?" Her tender voice faded into silence as she caressed the crimson blade almost lovingly, the polished steel sharpened and free of any nicks or jagged edges. When he offered to look for another weapon, Mio merely shook her head, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her trusty sword. It had gotten her through many a battle, and truthfully, she thought she'd never see it again. "No, it's perfect. Thank you," the canine whispered, charmed by his thoughtfulness. Of course, his added promise of a reward for winning this fight had fire coursing through her veins, a strong desire to claim victory now at the forefront of her mind. His sweet, tempting blood was a worthy prize, indeed.
"Yes, Master." The Berserker hefted the giant blade over her shoulder as she took on a fighting stance, facing her larger opponent with little care or worry. It didn't matter how small or dainty she looked, for she was a powerhouse all the same, and she flaunted abilities that were well beyond any ordinary human.
Vigor flooded into her as she was allowed to tap into her strength, the dress she wore fluttering around her ankles as she sprung into action. Their battle had just begun and already she was moving with all the grace of a dancer, her speed almost blinding as she charged for her opponent. The Warcerer could command winter frost and ice, his frozen blade swinging towards her in a practiced swoop as the floor grew icy and slick beneath his feet. He was no doubt attempting to trip her up, to make her lose her footing and fall over so that he would have the advantage. Unfortunately for her opponent, Mio was not so easily bested by frigid conditions. Her shoes slid across the ice as she skated towards him, sparks sent flying from their blades as they clashed together not once, not twice, but a dozen times. Each time she put more power into her thrusts until she was forcing the man back, slowly driving him into a corner with her might.
He summoned icicles that sought to skewer her soft flesh, and this time she nearly did lose her balance evading them. She stumbled up and opened herself to a counterattack, but she recovered quickly, her heels pivoting as she bent out of the range of his swing. He managed to nick her on the cheek with the sharp edge, but it was a far cry from the debilitating slash he'd hoped for. A thin stream of blood trickled down to her chin and she wiped it away with her sleeve, the action only serving to smear it into her skin. "Unforgivable." The beastkin girl narrowed her eyes until they were nothing but pink slits, her momentary weakness igniting further rebellion.
No, this wouldn't do; she had to make Prince Tetsuya proud. She slammed the hilt of her blade down into the ice covering the floor until it cracked and shattered into tiny crystals, the Warcerer hastily readying himself to contend with her once more. This time, however, she would not be caught unawares. She deflected his icicle attacks with solid earth that formed at her behest, multiple stone projectiles pelting his fragile ice and smashing it to smithereens. With that out of the way, the Berserker was free to shift her focus to her foe, strands of her light hair coming loose from her braid as she leapt towards him. It had been months since she'd last fought, but the motions came back to her instantly, for they were as natural as breathing at this point. She kicked his shield out of his hands and sent it flying across the room, deflecting the punch he'd directed at her with her arms crossed in front of her. When that didn't work, the guardsman resorted to using his own blade to defend himself, desperately working to stave off her attacks.
Mio slashed at him with increasing zeal, her ears bared flat against her head as a hint of her fangs peeked through scowling lips. The golden jackal was unforgiving and relentless, lithe frame steadily overpowering the man before her even while she wasn't at full power. It took only a few strikes before the Warcerer attempted to retreat and put some distance between them, but the beast refused to let him. A wall of solid rock blocked his path before he could escape her, her greatsword bearing down on him as she backed him up against it. With no exit or recourse, he was forced to try and endure her onslaught... Until he couldn't any longer. She loosened his sword from his grip and knocked it to the floor, quickly taking that small window of opportunity to press the cold, sharp side of her own blade into his throat. She could see his adam's apple bob against it as he swallowed, disarmed and defenseless. All that was left to do was surrender.
Her body shook with adrenaline and the power that coursed through her, but she held herself back from actually slicing the man's neck. He was still a comrade-in-arms, pledged to Sparda just as she now was. Tilting her face over her shoulder, she threw a curious glance to her prince.
"Did I do well, Master?" The girl sought his approval even now, the handle of her sword held tightly in both hands as she disregarded the defeated Warcerer entirely in favor of the prince's attention.
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"Focus on your actions not the outcome, it is all you can control"
The canine marched toward the magical cube with enthusiasm after a reward was promised if she were to make her newly appointed master proud. The mighty crimson greatsword clashed with her petite blue dress. She bore a weapon from her past and adorned the uniform of her future. Taking center stage within the cube to show she was worthy of being the guardian to the Prince of Sparda.
The sixth wall closed behind Mio. The room was silent. The Warcerer stared down the Berserker. The King raised his hand and then set it down before announcing, "BEGIN!" and out sprung Mio like a graceful dancer. Tetsuya figuratively loosened his hold on the leash he had open Mio. He was bearing the weight of her consciousness as she tapped into her power. It was tolerable and felt like he was really shouldering the weight of it all. Each increase of strength meant his grip on the leash slipped. He held his "grip" tighter but was learning to loosen it when she was going to deal a massive blow. After fighting her in a life and death situation, along with his remaining magical eye, Tetsuya was able to read her movements to not hinder her power and strength.
"Your majesty?" Cassandra chirped breaking his focus from the duel. His blue eye glanced down at his advisor. "Why...why do you have so much pride in her? She's-well-she's a machine bred for war. Is that why you know she'll win?" Cassandra asked hoping for an answer as to why he had unwavering confidence in this canine.
Tetsuya looked at Cassandra as if pondering her question before he turned to look at his bodyguard fighting the cryomancer. He then said, "Put yourself in Mioโs shoes, Cassandra. The life youโve once lived is now long gone. Now, you must take what's left and live it properly. For the past few years she has known only pain and suffering. She said it herself. To her I am the embodiment of light. The highest veneration one can ask for. So I will do my best and shine brightly and be that light of hope for her. To instill in her that I have confidence in her capabilities and lay the foundation of trust for a successful guardianship. I will not be like her former handlers and see her as a tool for war.โ He glanced at his father, "Even if others don't see her as human. I will treat her as such."
Cassandra had looked up at her prince hoping for a satisfying answer and yet she was left with an empty feeling. Then Mio was struck and the Warcerer's efforts yielded fruit with spilled blood. Cassandra gasped and covered her mouth while Tetsuya watched with a stoic neutral gaze with crossed arms. Mio wouldn't settle for this transgression. She retaliated with her own Earth shattering attack which pursed Tetsuya's lips into a soft grin, "There she is," he murmured before Mio leapt at the opportunity to make her prince proud by reminding him of the foe he fought on the battlefield.
The display of the geomancer was stunning. How she manipulated the finely crafted marble floor for her own ends was just what he had imagined. The cryomancer never stood a chance when they were standing on one of Mother Nature's favorite metamorphic rocks. Mio had silenced the throne room once again with her stellar performance. The Elite Guard's shield flung across the cube and ricochet'd off the wall causing the purple cube to glow from the impact as if needing to draw more power to not shatter. A true testament of the powerhouse now within the hands of Sparda.
Mio then expertly constricted the space and cleaved every available chance of victory for the cryomancer to grasp upon. Even Tetsuya was starting to find it hard to breath as Mio was getting ready to finish this battle and kept him at the edge of his seat. Then she forced her opposition to drop his weapon. It shattered upon contacting the ground. The duel was over as soon as Mio pressed her crimson saber against the neck of the Elite Guardsman. Tetsuya tensed up. The scene unfolding before him reminded him of his own battle with her. Maybe that's why his heart skipped a beat.
But thankfully Mio restrained herself from spilling further blood. She glanced back at her prince and inquired of her performance. Tetsuya uncrossed his arms and he offered an amused smile, "Yes you did, but I already knew you were a special girl." He complimented her efforts.
The massive purple walls slowly disappeared into thin air as he made his way to the cube. "Stay still," Tetsuya cupped Mio's face with his handkerchief. He gingerly pressed against her wound and smeared blood to clean her in a shallow manner. Further attention would be needed. But for now this will do. "You did excellent, Mio. I expected nothing less from my bodyguard." he further bolstered his confidence in her. He hoped to manifest a friendly relationship by the time they were shipped off to Alexandrian. His secret mission hinged on someone he could trust.
Tetsuya turned to the Elite Guardman, "Oh and you fought well too. I thank you for stepping forward at my behest and I appreciate you humoring me." Tetsuya spoke to the Warcerer in a calm tone of which the Elite Guardsman bowed his head, "It is my pleasure, your majesty."
Then the prince directed his attention to the monarch, "I think her show of mercy and skills prove she is worthy of walking the halls of the palace. So, father, please excuse us as I direct Mio for further medical attention." Tetsuya turned to Mio, "Come now."
His boots clicked along the ivory floor until the booming voice of the King echoed within the massive throne room, "Tetsuya!" he yelled. The prince froze and his breath hitched. He cautiously turned around, "Yes, father?"
"What of the floor?" King Leonard said in a unamused manner. The marble floor was uprooted and disfigured where Mio had fought. "Oh! Ahm-yes" Tetsuya abashedly said before looking over to Mio. The prince then leaned down to whisper into her ear, "Can you be a dear and patch the marble floor?" he made his first request to his newly appointed bodyguard.
Sometime had passed since they departed the throne room. Tetsuya had taken Mio to the palace's personal medical exam room. The prince was wiping Mio's cheek clean with alcohol, "I know it stings but please bare with me," he sympathized with her while cleaning her wound. "There. That should do it," he said before discarding the cleaning pad and placing a bandage. Tetsuya turned to look at the room to make sure they truly were alone. He then reached into his armor's chest pocket. Although a tight fit it was enough to carry potions. Except this time it carried his blood.
"As promised-" Tetsuya pulled out the vial of blood, "-here's your reward," he playfully swayed the vial full of the delicious scarlet juice in front of her. "Close your eyes and keep your mouth open." He popped the container open and immediately the scent of his potent mana filled the space between the two. Once she had done as instructed her slowly poured his blood. The heavenly hemoglobin first dripped on her tongue and then began to steadily pour. "You did great today Mio. You proved your might and loyalty by showing restraint but still winning today. I don't think there should be any more problems with your newly appointed status." He said warmly. He made sure to be the one to feed her his blood in a pavlov conditioning manner. To help accelerate their bond by linking the delicious taste of his blood with his voice.
Once the vial finished he shook it for good measure to spill the final droplets into her mouth. "There. How was that?" he inquired for her opinion.
After such an eventful day Tetsuya was more than pleased for it to finally come to an end. He was tired and the mental strain of needing to bare two conscious' was starting to ware him down. In time he would adjust, but for now he needed his sleep.
Tetsuya walked in lax royal garbs meant for comfort but still held some regality. Strips of gold lined along his edges where blue and white didn't cover. His freshly bathed body meant his long hair wasn't tied together in a hair tie. It was straight given the added weight of the water and slightly tinted his hair in a darker shade of silver than what it normally was. Still, Tetsuya covered his left eye with his stringless eye patch.
"Here we are. These will be your sleeping chambers. You'll be right across the hall from me, so if you need anything please let me know." he thought. The echo was still new for him and he did his best to keep his thoughts professional given he didn't know how to prevent his thoughts from reaching Mio yet. But this was merely the first day they were connected so that skill would come in time.
"Well goodnight, Mio." Tetsuya wished her farewell with his words and went to his finely crafted wood door for his room. The old door creaked open and he disappeared into his sleeping quarters.
The prince sauntered his way to his massive bed. He sighed before massaging his temples and laying in his silky sheets. "What a day," he spoke aloud. He shut his eyes to rest.
Suddenly there was a knock on his door, "Hm?" he murmured before walking to the door. He opened it and found one of the maids with a tray and cup full of tea. "Y-your highness. Tea for helping you sleep, as requested," she spoke softly. Tetsuya smiled, "Oh, come in." He said before the maid looked at Mio's door with narrowed eyes before stepping into his majesty's room.
She set the tea on his personal table and he took a seat in one of his chairs. "Thank you. Say. What is your name? I don't believe I've seen you before." Tetsuya said as he grabbed the cup of tea.
She waited to answer his question until after he drank the tea, "Oh? Well I suppose this isn't what I normally wear. I am Lady Midnight, your majesty."
Tetsuya froze. His eye widened for a second before he regained his composure. "Lady Midnight is a highly decorated Elite Guardswoman. You tell me you're her?" he cocked an eye brow while scanning her with his magical eye. Then his vision became blurry.
"Yes I am, and I'm sorry." she noticed his trembling hand. Tetsuya gripped his head. The room began to spin. "Wh-what did you give me?" he raised his tone and tried to stand only to find himself grabbing onto the backrest of his chair.
The maid began to strip from her maid uniform, "What you requested, your majesty. A drink to knock you out. I'm sorry it had to be this way. But you're coming with me." she revealed twilight armor specially crafted for her area of magic. Shadow magic.
Tetsuya reached within his portal but fumbled to grab anything once he lost his balance. He fell to the floor and his vision was beginning to darken, "No...I need to find Dora...I...I can't die now. Dora...Dora!" he thought as his lips failed to move and Tetsuya slipped into unconsciousness.
After emerging victorious from her battle, Mio's ears pricked up so that she could catch every word of Tetsuya's praise. Her cheeks glowed upon hearing his compliment, an overjoyed grin making its way onto her face to match his smile. As the magical cube faded into nothingness around them, the Berserker took her sword away from the man's neck and bowed her head to him once, thanking him for partaking in combat with her.
Her master bade her to keep still and she obeyed without question, closing one eye as she felt his fingers cup her chin while he dabbed his handkerchief against her cheek. It was only a shallow slice, but she was somewhat ashamed to have received it in the first place, even if she'd won in the end. Perhaps she'd become a bit rusty during her imprisonment. Regardless, the personal attention that the prince awarded her with made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, and she nodded to him with a small smile. "Thank you. I'm glad..."
When he beckoned to her, she moved to follow him, stopping only when the king called out to his son. Her eyes widened when she realized she'd forgotten to fix the floor, and with haste she turned around and worked her magic, reshaping it until it was as smooth and pristine as it was before she'd ever set foot on it. "O-of course, sorry!"
She was taken to another room and sat before the young royal as he personally nursed her injury, a small hiss escaping her at the feeling of the alcohol cleansing the cut. At least he was gentle with her the whole time, and when the bandage was finally in place she felt as good as new. She wagged her tail a few times in anticipation as she looked up at him, happy that he'd patched her up and eager to receive her reward. This time, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth before he'd even finished asking her, as though she was already trained to react in such a way. As soon as the blood hit her tongue she began to swallow it, relishing in the way her taste buds tingled with each drop. Something she quickly realized was that his essence tasted even better after their bond had been established, her body slowly but surely forming an addiction to the flavor of her handler's fluids. It made sense, considering how important his blood was to maintain the link and, by extension, her sanity, but it could prove quite troublesome with how greedy she was becoming.
Licking her lips of the last few drops, the canine girl stood up from the chair and beamed at him, her soft pink eyes filled with appreciation. "Wonderful. Thank you very much, Master. I'll do my best from here on out, too!"
Night fell over the castle and the kingdom of Sparda settled into silence as the people made to rest. Crickets chirped outside the window of her room, the sound of their rhythmic stridulating serving as an evening song that lulled her to sleep. She'd taken a bath in the large, fancy tub connected to the guest chamber, and it had been one of the most blissful experiences of her life. Her damp hair spread out over the downy pillow beneath her head as she laid in a strange bed inside of a strange yet vast palace. Everything and everyone was so new to her, but at the same time they felt more familiar than Beleth ever had. Perhaps it was just her rose-colored glasses speaking, but she was far more comfortable here than she had been in the barracks at King Roth's old fortress. Back then, she'd been surrounded by people who detested her, who saw her as nothing more than a wild animal that might fly off the handle at any moment. There were surely those who viewed her the same way even now, but one notable exception was Prince Tetsuya and his willingness to believe in her no matter what others said.
Speaking of... Realizing she'd forgotten to wish him good night earlier, she glanced towards the closed bedroom door and projected her thoughts into his head once more. 'Good night, my prince.' Mio thought to him, her tail curling between her own legs as she buried her face in the pillows. One thing she'd been curious about was Pandora's room -- she'd passed by the princess' old quarters, but the door was locked tight and covered in a fine layer of dust, like it had been ages since anyone had last opened it. What was Tetsuya's younger sister like, she wondered. Apparently she'd disappeared when she was still quite young... Mio wasn't even sure exactly how old she was, but perhaps the two of them were similar in age. Was she somewhere out there in another facility, alone and waiting for her brother to save her? The thought made her heart ache terribly.
Closing her eyes, the young woman tried to dispel those dark thoughts and focus on getting some rest before their big day. They would have to be up bright and early to make it to the academy on time, and it was part of her duty as a maid to ensure that her master was adequately prepared for events. Reaffirming her commitment to him, she replayed the prince's nostalgic lullaby in her mind as she began to drift off, her breathing turning soft and shallow.
Until a disturbance awoke her, her eyes snapping open as every hair on her body stood on end. Something had gone bump in the night.
Not only did she hear a thud from the room next to her, but she could feel the prince's connection to her weakening as his thoughts faded in and out of her mind. He was begging and pleading to see his beloved sister again, distress obvious in his tone. It took no time at all before Mio was tearing the covers off and flinging herself across the hall, her body acting on instinct. She practically busted his door down in her hurry to get to him, and even though she was wearing nothing but a frilly nightgown she was ready to spring into action the moment that she spotted her opponent.
"What are you doing to my master?" Her voice was dangerously low as she took a step into the room and regarded the unknown woman with utter malice flashing in her eyes. The ashen-haired prince lay sprawled out on the floor, unresponsive and vulnerable as his assailant stood above him. From the way that the darkness converged around her, Mio could tell that she was a shadowmancer.
The woman glanced up at her with a smirk. She had already grabbed the unconscious prince in one arm as she outstretched the other, her dark hair rustling in the breeze that filtered in from the open window at her back. "Ah, so the prince's new guard dog has arrived. Here, why don't we play a game of fetch? Catch this!"
Mio braced herself as an orb crackling with dark energy formed in Lady Midnight's free hand, the air around them swirling with her power. She chucked it at the Berserker before fleeing through the window with Prince Tetsuya in tow, the shadow ball spiraling straight for the unsuspecting beastkin. Before it could tear right through her, Mio clenched her fist and brought up a wall of solid rock that suffered the brunt of the impact. The shadows dispersed into nothingness, but not before completely destroying her stone barrier. It crumbled into rubble beneath her, but the young woman simply stepped over the debris, her nightgown flowing as she leapt out of the prince's bedroom and into the gardens below.
Her bare feet hit the grass below as she landed with practiced expertise, her crimson claymore barely shifting as she leaned it against one shoulder. The perpetrator hadn't made it far, and Mio was able to catch up to her easily before she could escape the castle grounds, her narrowed eyes filled with hostile intent. Blocking the woman's path, she looked her up and down for a moment, her eyes widening when she realized something.
"That armor... You're part of the Elite Guard, aren't you? To kidnap His Royal Highness is treason of the highest order!" She growled, her grip tightening on the handle of her blade as she swung it forward and caused a huge crack to form in the earth. The crack splintered forth until it reached the spot where Lady Midnight was standing, the way the ground shook beneath her boots causing her to lose her balance. She jumped away to avoid being hit with an earthen pillar, but in the process she dropped the man she was holding. Mio sprung for him immediately, letting go of her sword's handle so that she could catch Tetsuya in her arms. "I've got you!"
Holding him to her chest, she scowled up at the female warrior as she approached her once more, her grip on Tetsuya tight and protective. It was in her nature as a Berserker to jump to her handler's defense, but even beyond that she wanted to keep him safe for her own reasons, selfish as they were. "So determined. But do you really think that you're fit to be his bodyguard? You're still just a child who can't even control her own impulses." Mio gasped as the royal knight formed a whip made out of shadows in her offhand and moved to strike her with it, the darkness searing into her skin as it tore through her flesh and the thin fabric covering her stomach. Before the attack could cut deeper and spill her innards, she leapt backwards and skidded across the dirt, blood staining the front of her negligee. "Am I wrong?"
Gritting her teeth, Mio gently set her prince down among the flowerbeds and stood, her ears laid flat against her head in anger. "Say what you want about me, but I won't allow you to hurt him. I'll do anything it takes to protect the prince - from you, and from anyone else who would stand against him as an enemy."
Her dainty nails grew into long, blackened claws, and as she bared her canine teeth at the woman it became apparent that they, too, had sharpened and elongated into needlelike points. The shadowmancer's whip lashed out at her just like before, but without the prince's weight slowing her down she was able to dodge it with ease. She weaved between each sweeping crack of the whip, the darkness that her opponent commanded flowing effortlessly at her behest. Mio spun through the air and somersaulted high above Lady Midnight's head, flying over her shadows as though they were playing a particularly dangerous game of jump rope. Landing on top of a sturdy wooden lamp post, she smirked down at the Warcerer before holding out her hand.
A pair of nearby rocks shot into her palm, and as she bent over she struck them together to create a spark that ignited a flame within the mounted brazier. Firelight lit up the perimeter and cast out the lingering darkness, a warm orange glow illuminating their battlefield. Mio didn't need the light to see, for she already possessed night vision thanks to her animal DNA, but she'd done it for a reason. In direct light, the guardswoman's own shadows would grow weaker, combatted by the brightness of the fire's luster. Lady Midnight tensed up, her jaw locking in place.
The berserker pounced for her, knocking away her whip with a single hand. While she had held the advantage under the cover of night, the golden jackal had changed the tides in one motion. Before the knight could flee back into the dark, the blonde crashed into her, the two of them rolling into the brush as they struggled. Shadow hands came up to wrap around her throat and squeeze, but their power was lacking compared to before. The threat of strangulation mattered little when she had her foe beneath her, bared and vulnerable. Mio caught the other's wrists and wrenched her arms at her sides to prevent her from struggling further before she opened her mouth, her sharp-toothed maw threatening to swallow the traitor whole.
"Wait!" She cried, her face paling at the possibility of having her throat ripped out. "I yield! This was a test, nothing more! You've passed, Lady Mio. Please release me!"
Mio paused, her aggression making way for confusion. Staring down at the woman for a few moments, she tried to gauge whether what she was saying was true. In the end, she hesitantly let go of her wrists and scooted off of her, watching carefully as the dark-haired maiden dusted herself off and stood. "You mean... you weren't really trying to assassinate Prince Tetsuya?"
"Heavens, no." Lady Midnight sighed and shook her head, her unamused gaze taking in the mess they'd made. "If you hadn't succeeded, I would have just returned him to his bedchambers and you'd be discharged. Believe me, I wasn't a fan of the idea, either..."
Stunned, the maid sat there in silence for a few moments as her gaze fell to the floor. Her shoulders heaved as she regained her breath and her sanity, her mind struggling with the realization that she no longer had to fight for both of their lives. Placing a hand over the wound on her stomach, she let her shoulders slump as she released the tension in her body. "Oh..." It was difficult to just turn off that adrenaline, especially after she'd been fully prepared to kill this woman a second ago.
Remembering her prince's condition, Mio pushed herself to her feet and rushed over to where she'd set him down at the base of a flowering magnolia tree. He'd clearly been drugged, but when would they wear off? Had he been awake for anything that had happened, or would he even remember it tomorrow? Perhaps it would be better if he didn't, for she feared the experience may have been enough to traumatize him otherwise.
"Master...? Are you alright?"
She went to check on him, her hand brushing silver locks away from his forehead. It would be simple enough to carry him back to his bed if he didn't respond, which is exactly what she planned to do, her arms hooking under his knees and back as she prepared to lift his larger frame up like he weighed nothing. "Come on, let's get you back in bed..."
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"I must fight with my weapons. Along with integrity, courage, & resilience"
A venomous glare fixated onto Mio as she mended the mess made by her duel. The one responsible for his sonโs disfiguration and who crippled him in the mystic arts was within reach. He could end her with a single swipe of his sword. His digits wrapped around the hilt of his blade. Yet his gaze softened after the monarch observed the young lady further. Her aura, a phantom from a time now past, echoed within the throne room halls. As if welcoming a long lost member to the house of Tempest. His soul resonated with the reverb, but his heart was set for vengeance.
He pressed upon his breast and felt the intricate pearls adorning a finely crafted Kanzashi concealed within his persons. A painful momento to never let harm befall upon his children child again.
Leonard gestured to one of his advisors with a nonchalant wave of his hand after he discarded the idea of dirtying his hands himself. The older advisor heeded the summoning and closed the distance hastily. โFetch me the fifth member from the Shinobi of the Round Table, Lady Midnight.โ Cerulean eyes looked as if they wanted to swallow Mio whole and drown her into the abyss as he gave the command to unleash a highly decorated Guardswoman upon Spardaโs newly appointed Golden Jackal.
Darkness. Tranquility. Silence. Tetsuyaโs consciousness nestled deep within the comforting arms of the void. Lulling him into a deep slumber. Devoid of the ability to see let alone imagine what was transpiring around him. A blissful ignorance to let go of all the anguish and uncertainty of the world. Relieving himself of all responsibilities and returning his soul to the creator.
Then a warm, silky, and nurturing touch enveloped all around him. Tetsuyaโs cognizance slowly ascended from oblivion and transcended past the barriers of obliviousness. He opened his eyes and felt the sweet embrace of lightly blushing petals. A brisk breeze combed his silver locks to the side revealing a plump magnolia tree above him.
โ๐๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ต๐ ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ฝ? ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ ๐ซ๐ต๐ธ๐ธ๐ถ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ช๐พ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐พ๐ต๐ต๐ ๐ญ๐พ๐ป๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ป.โ A sweet and honey filled tone caused Tetsuyaโs heart to skip a beat and his breath to hitch. His voice was stolen as his azure eye widened to the one above him.
The petals were picked up by the wind. Queen Hime Tempest elegantly watched while adorned in her regal robes and kimono. Her porcelain skin rivaled if not outright dwarfed Mioโs in comparison and her soft ethereal gaze could freeze a stampeding army in their tracks.
โIs this a dream?โ Tetsuya humbly inquired.
Golden eyes glanced down to sweetly respond with, โ๐๐ฝ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ซ๐ฎ.โ
A melancholic tear raced down his cheek before another fell, and then another. โI miss you, mother,โ his voice cracked before reaching up and bringing his mom into a tight hug.
Her gentle hand caressed his long hair while she reciprocated. โ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ, ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐๐ฑ๐ช๐ป๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ผ. ๐๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ฌ๐ป๐. ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ. ๐๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฐ ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ช ๐ต๐พ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ซ๐.โ She cooed before taking a soft breath. He loosened his hold and his head fell upon her lap.
โ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐พ๐ท๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ, ๐ถ๐ ๐ธ๐ท๐ต๐ ๐ผ๐พ๐ท๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ, ๐จ๐ธ๐พ ๐ถ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ช๐น๐น๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ท ๐ผ๐ด๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ช๐ป๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ป๐. ๐จ๐ธ๐พ'๐ต๐ต ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ด๐ท๐ธ๐, ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐ป, ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ ๐ถ๐พ๐ฌ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐พ,โ A harmonious melody echoed from Himeโs voice. Ashen hair was swept aside so shimmering ochroid orbs could heartily look at the prince.
โ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐พ๐ท๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ ๐ช๐๐ช๐. ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ช๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ช๐ด๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐พ๐ท๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎโฆ๐ช๐๐ช๐~โ Tetsuyaโs eyelid slowly pried open as the tune hummed and rung in his ears. A gentle alarm as the one above him snuggly clung to him as if the creeping sunlight slithering in from past the curtains could steal the prince. His eyesight focused upon golden locks with a barely conscious berserker holding onto her master closely.
โMio?โ The prince chirped which roused the young lady back to an alert state. โYou saved me-didnโt you?โ He deduced after a brief glance at the disheveled room. His mahogany floors having made way for the terra-fic magic Mio wielded along with tumbled furniture. He didnโt need her answer. Her actions and tattered clothing spoke enough for her. Tetsuya brought Mio in for a hug, โThank you.โ He whispered wholeheartedly as if afraid the words would be lost if he spoke them loudly.
He felt her wince while he held her close. His clinch waned and he peeked down at her. Blood stained his nightly garbs yet he remained unharmed. Then his eye landed upon her stomach, โOh no. Thisโฆhappened because of me. You really did fall in harms way; for me.โ He spoke aloud letting his thoughts air out. His calm and stoic demeanor faltered as the realization of the depths Mio would go to protect him dawned upon Tetsuya. He had meticulously laid the foundation for a swift transition of reciprocal relations between the two. And yet, Mio ensnared Tetsuya in an act of selflessness by serving like a proper sentinel when the moment counted.
He was touched by her actions.
Then a knock on the door stirred the prince into fight or flight. Tetsuya immediately brought Mio close to his chest while his other hand held an icicle pointing directly at the door before the ice shattered revealing a sharp blade. The roles reversed as Tetsuya readied to face who else came for him. Then pink hair slowly peeked into the room, โYour majesty?โ Cassandra called.
Tetsuya let out a sigh and his arm fell. The blade disappeared into a steamy mist as the prince gestured for his advisor to enter, โCome in.โ His arm wrapped around Mio loosened until falling back to the wayside.
โYour highness, King Leonard has sent me for two reasons. First, to explain last nightโs events. It was all a test. He sent Lady Midnight to kidnap you. To see if Mio would be a good guardian in a mock assassination attempt.โ The advisor cautiously walked around the royal room to make sure she didnโt step on anything sharp.
Tetsuya digested this newfound information before sighing deeply. He massaged his temples and balled his fists as his composure wavered.
โSecondly,โ Cassandra continued once she made it to his bedside, โYour father is requesting breakfast with you in the grand dining table. He would like to discuss-โ
โNo.โ
Cassandra squirmed at the firm answer, โB-but his majesty requested that I-โ
โThe answer is no, Cassandra.โ Tetsuya spoke in a cold tone uncommon for him.
โO-ok. What should I tell his majesty then?โ She requested an excuse for his absence to pass on showing she did her due diligence.
โSay whatever you want. I donโt want to see my father right now.โ Tetsuya hissed with poison. โBut I do have one request for you. Please fetch me some healing and mana regenerating potions.โ He requested in a more calm tone.
Cassandra stood idly for a fewmoments before curtly bowing, โAs you wish, your highness,โ she acknowledged before walking away. She sauntered a few paces before pausing and hesitantly turning back to the bed, โMiss. Mio. Thank you for protecting his highness. IโฆI was too quick to judge you.โ She admitted before humbly bowing her head and leaving at once.
Once the large doors closed Tetsuya sat in silence staring at his ruined room. Thoughts rushed through his head as the gravity of the situation came crashing down upon him. Never had his father committed such a sly act even when he was being trained to be a proud Warcerer. He didnโt have many words for his father and simply wished to depart to Alexandrian as soon as possible. โMio,โ he said after a long bout of stillness.
He pulled upon the collar of his garb revealing where her fangs had pierced him the day they met, โI want you to have my blood. I read the theory behind your bond with your master. If you drink straight from the source of where our mana bond lies youโll rejuvenate your strength. Which in turn will allow you to heal faster, theoretically.โ He explained concisely.
His hand cupped her cheek and his thumb gingerly pressed on her bandage, โI can handle it. So drink until youโre back at full strength. Youโve fought so hard for me. Now itโs time to reward you. Iโll be fine. Cassandra will bring enough potions for me to recover.โ He leaned closer for him to be within biting range. โDrink till your hearts content.โ He whispered in her ear before letting her cheek go.
The air of midday refreshed and revitalized the lungs after breathing in the palaceโs stale aroma. Almost as if the air were as old as the stone which made up the royalโs dwelling. Tetsuya had fashioned himself in a blue kimono with a split between his legs to allow each lower appendage their own sleeve. On top he wore a white and lavish tunic with the Tempest house crest stitched with gold silk on his back. A prince ready to represent his kingdom proudly in the name of Sparda.
Keepers of the castle had finished packing mere moments before Tetsuya decided to disembark to Alexandrian. His ponytail swayed loosely until he froze on the ivory steps of the castle when his father stood between him and the door to his carriage. A stoic stare down between the two behemoths had sullied the bright radiance in the sky. A cloud casted an ominous shadow which only caused their respective magical eye(s) to glow within the darkness.
After it was clear his father wouldnโt yield, โCome on, Mio. Weโll be late at this point,โ Tetsuya stated from over his shoulder. His boots tapped down the steps while his gaze focused on the carriage. He attempted to ignore his father, but right as he reached for Mioโs hand to help her up in the carriage, the King adjusted his stance to stand firmly in the way of the two.
Tetsuya coldly stared at his father now before begrudgingly sighing. โHave you parting words, father?โ he lamented on asking but knew just simply inquiring was the fastest way to end the interaction.
Leonard remained quiet before reaching within his breast pocket. Tetsuya reacted as if it were a weapon and readied to summon a blade while slowly raising his other arm to block Mio from his father. Leonard slowly pulled out a Kanzashi. Tetsuyaโs stoic stare briefly glanced at the finely crafted hair piece before softening after realizing whose it was. โThe day we lost Pandora. Is one of the few days-I felt-I failed as a father.โ Leonard gingerly handled Doraโs hair piece she wore right before she was taken.
The tension in Tetsuyaโs shoulderโs subsided and he listened to his fatherโs every word while staring at the hair piece. โI was supposed to protect her. To protect all of you.โ Leonardโs tone slowly stripped itself of a sonorous monarch and slipped into the warm tone of a father. โSo when I saw what the war had done to my son. I felt like I failed again as a father.โ He admitted.
Then cerulean orbs glanced down to Mio, โI have to admit. The moment I heard you were in custody in Spardan waters I wanted to get rid of a possible danger in my sonโs life. But-โ he took a deep breath. โ-you proved yourself last night to me that youโre more than capable of protecting my little boy.โ Leonard spoke of Tetsuya as if he were a toddler. He placed his massive hand onto Mioโs shoulder, โPromise me youโll bring him back home safely.โ He more so commanded than requested.
Leonard then looked at Tetsuya one last time, โPlease, understand. I sent Lady Midnight to see if you were in safe hands. When you have kids one day. Youโll realize the depths youโll go to protect them. AndโฆIโm sorry. I went too far. I just wanted to protect you.โ Leonard firmly grasped onto the Kanzashi as if hoping doing so would summon Pandora back from wherever she may be.
Tetsuyaโs voice lay dormant. He could count on one hand the amount of times his father apologized to him. So he needed a moment to process the words which escaped from the Kingโs lips, โFather-โ
Leonard brought his son into a tight hug. Tetsuya gasped before he slowly wrapped his arms around his father. โYou donโt need to say anything, Tetsuya. Youโre a young man now. You have been ever since coming back from war. I shouldโve realized that. So how about we talk man to man when you get back?โ Leonardโs lips slightly pursed into a half smile.
Tetsuya shook his head, โHow about father to son?โ He countered knowing full well life had merely taught him the elementary lessons in life. The clouds began to disperse and the gloomy shadows were erased by beaming sunshine.
Leonard smirked as he looked down at Tetsuya and nodded his head, โSounds just fine to me.โ The royals held each other in a half hug for a while longer before each of them let go and adjusted their respective outfits. โWell. Youโll be late if you leave a minute later. So study hard, make new friends, and make even fonder memories.โ Leonardโs gaze then fell to Mio, โThat goes for the both of you.โ He offered a brief smile to the berserker as a figurative truce.
The hair piece fell back into the depths of the breast pocket belonging to Leonard. The King then allowed the two attendees of Alexandrian academy to pass as he walked right past them and up the castle steps. Tetsuya once again offered his hand for Mio to take to aid in her entering the carriage.
โOh, and Tetsuya,โ Leonard called out to his son one last time just as his son was about to close the carriage door. โWord of the wise. Avoid Belethโs Princess at all costs.โ The monarch warned.
The passing trees waved at the two incoming attendees as if welcoming the Spardan citizens. The wind rattled the carriage, but such zephyrs were to be expected once sunset was in reach within these mountainous regions. The nights were cool as the wind howled to the moon. Tetsuya peeked outside from the window as he acquainted Mio of her status at Alexandrian, โYouโre officially an โattendantโ of mine, but in reality that just means bodyguard or maid/butler at Alexandrian. It has been for some generations now and the faculty doesnโt seem to mind. Youโll also have to take tests ranging from the academic to the physical/magical to see where youโll be placed. Your background as a berserker alone should easily grant you access to my class so separation is not a worry.โ He thought in a lax manner.
โBut-โ he looked over to Mio, โ-not everyone is too keen on having their classmate be a former berserker. Remember. Several of these attendees have either fought, had someone they know killed, or heard of a berserker in an inhumane light. So not everyone is going to be as understanding as me. Itโs best you remain as a โbeastkinโ with exceptional capabilities who was adopted by the Spardan prince as an attendee. Reveal your true nature only if necessary or if I give the green light on who we can trust.โ Tetsuya thought in a more firm tone. Jeopardizing Mio was not something he could afford given the important secret mission they were on and because of the true nature of her being more than not deserving of the ire she may face.
Tetsuya took a breath as if needing to give his vocal cords a break. But the massaging of his temples signified he more so needed a mental moment of silence to briefly recuperate. They had been practicing telepathy for hours now and he had gotten the hang of it much better than before. Still. The mental taxation was beginning to take itโs toll.
He regained his composure, โLastly. Weโll be staying in the โManor of Astounding Riches of Yorkshireโ. A mansion once owned by pompous collector some three or four hundred years ago. He used sentience magic to turn his vast and grand estate into a living creature of the supernatural. He was arrested for stealing several riches and the manor has been retrofitted as a dormitory weโll be staying at. She also doesnโt prefer the long name, and instead likes to be called, โMaryโ .โ He regurgitated the historical trivial facts just as the manor came into view.
Tetsuya pointed out to Mary. Her limestone absorbed the rays of the sunset and beamed brightly for all of those to see. Other more timely attendees had their carriages wrapped around the front and were getting settled. Still, they were a dozen or so minutes away from reaching the main gravel road. โLovely isnโt it? Sheโs one of a kind. Sentient granting magic has been outlawed for almost three hundred years which makes her one of the last remaining sentient objects in existence. It was a question of ethics I believe.โ He thought before glancing at Mio.
โSimilar restrictions were passed this past summer. Tampering and experimenting to the high degrees you went through have been outlawed. Which means,โ Tetsuya once again glanced out the window, โYou and Mary are alike now. Two ladies which hail from outlawed forms of magic who survived and turned to a greater leaf. A refined beauty as time passes.โ He thought while in awe of the manor as its refined beauty was crafted with every intention to turn heads.
He blinked a few times as he realized the misinterpretation that could be understood from his thoughts. โI mean, anything rare can be considered beautiful. Diamonds, jewels, gold. You know what I mean.โ He hastily explained before shifting in his seat and taking a deep breath to regain his stoic composure. โI hope to encounter more allies than foes here.โ He thought to himself this time. A difficult trick, but after hours of practice he was able to keep a sentence to himself and much more if he concentrated hard enough.
The inside radiated an aura of rich history and exuberant energy never before felt. As if the walls were alive and every nook and cranny of the manor was grounded with a safe maternal warmth. The decor was filled with warm furnishings and flowers from the Greenhouse. Many of the antiques in the estate had been passed down through multiple generations, such as the mahogany furniture, animated paintings which told their own story, and the Alexandrian statues of former graduates who now live in legend. Mary was more so a museum full of relics than a dormitory.
Tetsuya placed both of his bags down once entering the foyer. He took ahold of a quill and wrote both of their names in a book which idly laid flat on a podium. He placed the feather back into the ink bottle after checking in. Once the ink dried, the book suddenly closed. Then it opened. Pages flashed rapidly. Before slowly setting on the map of the manor. Suddenly arrows directed each attendee to their respective rooms with slightly animated arrows to point them in the right direction.
The prince humbly bowed his head, โThank you Miss. Mary.โ He said before picking up his bags and gesturing for Mio to follow him. Tetsuya walked into the grand hall. It was an open space perfect for hosting balls along with being connected to almost every hallway to every part of the manor. Such as the West and East wings, the kitchen, the dining hall, the observatory, public baths and much more was within reach within the grand hall.
Tetsuya took in the wonderful scenery along with the busybody attendees who will be their classmates. The silver haired young man looked down to Mio, โLetโs get you settled first-โ
โTetsuya!โ The princeโs name echoed throughout the grand hall as the roaring beast of a man charged at the prince. The attendees turned to the sudden commotion and some gasped while others spectated.
Tetsuya smile faded and he flung his bags to the side. โDonโt interfere,โ he ordered before being just in time to summon a blade to halt the big burly manโs double headed axe from piercing his chest. The prince found root within his footing after being pushed back a few meters. The mammoth of a man was matched in strength by the one man armory. An azure eye stared down ice cold blue and focused optics. The two men were face to face with their respective weapons groaning from the stress their owners put them through.
โWolfsbaneโฆโ Tetsuya said through gritted teeth and an amused smile.
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Then at the behest of haste itself. Tetsuya covered ground with blinding speed thanks to the enchanted katana with lightning tracing after him. He clashed with the Berserker. His blade crossed a dozen times in a second with her claws before he was able to slice her skin exposed by her chipped armor. But to his dismay she healed away his scratch as if it were trivial.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
