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Journeys of a Demon's Daughter // Nobody x Cherubian //

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Xorien released a faint noise of pleasure as her fingers began to delicately dance upon him, an eyebrow raised as he studied her in a new light. One in his position had the opportunity to sample women of all ages and experiences, and this girl looked far too young to be so skilled. Not unheard of, but certainly unusual; she must have gotten either a remarkably young start or remarkably effective training. Either way, she was certainly a prize worth holding on to. The groaning sigh became a sudden grunt of surprise as she slapped him, fat jiggling as she rolled away to present herself. "Well then," he answered with a smile, pulling himself back up to his feet, with considerable effort, and finally stepping behind her. From behind she could hear the groans of Billingsley and the squealing of the slave girl, her willing rape continuing as Xorien's pudgy hands began to crawl across her back and ass. Thick fingers slipped into both of her holes, almost casually stretching them out as the shaft of his cock began to rub in between her firm cheeks.

At last his hands pulled out of her to grip her ample hips, a noticeable pressure on her back as his massive bulk began to bear down upon her. His cockhead pressed up against her drenched cunt, lightly teasing her for several moments before, without warning, his grip on her hips tightened and he slammed her back into him, driving his entire length into her in a single stroke. There was no pause to let her become accustomed to his intrusion; instead he proved that not all of his size was fat, a surprising amount of strength behind each powerful thrust. Even so it was not all it could be, the merchant holding himself back in order to avoid flattening her against the floor through his sheer mass.
 
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Verialyn let her lust free reign as she was impaled, her wet tunnel already prepared and slick by the butler's genital as well as Xorien's finger allowed the merchant's monument of masculinity to slide, or rather plough, into her with compleate ease, only the slap of his hips or some bulge of fat against her buttocks stopping any further advance, and she commented her liking audibly and loudly, groaning out her pleasure. Without pause his hips bucked, drilling in and out of her at an unrelenting pace, making her breathing ragged with passion.

As her body continued to shudder under the heavy shoves, the merchant's heavy gut resting on her lower back as she got pushed forward and pulled back every time Xorien buried his genital into her wet folds, her arms tried frantically to find a grip, some hold that would allow her to brace herself against his massive impact. Alas the floor around the basin was smooth, small grooves the only interruption between the evenly set tiles, nothing for her fingers to grab. And so she finally settled for the only remaining alternative. Her hands went next to her hips, fingers clenching around the edge of the basin and tautly stretched arms now starting to build resistance against the forward drive of his groin. That left her upper body without support, though, and her cheek came to rest on the cool floor as her heavy orbs were squeezed under her chest, causing her nipples to grate over the stone with every move of hers. Thus she stayed, her grip giving her form more stability and offering more resistance to the avalanche of fat piling up behind her, making each single invasion of her vagina all the more intense. And thusly she continued to let herself be thoroughly fucked by her host.
 
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Xorien's chuckles became more halting and rough, his breaths coming faster as he roughly slammed himself into the eager cunt beneath him. His grip upon her shifted, one hand falling upon her shoulder and pressing her tighter into the smooth stone as he leaned forward over her. His bulk was pressing her down as well, his weight and strength conspiring to keep her pinned upon the floor, helpless to do anything but moan in pleasure and be mercilessly fucked. Escape was possible should she really try, but unlikely to occur without harming the man using her a tight fuckdoll. With her body immobilized his thrusts could become even harder, drawing nearly his entire length out before driving himself into her slick pussy, balls slapping against her with every stroke.

A meaty hand briefly left Verialyn so that he could snap his fingers, a few orders harshly barked out between grunts. There was a disappointed groan from Billingsley, a moan as he and the slave girl approached the latest pair of lovers through the baths. With a hand always on the old butler's cock, the only way to hold him off, the girl slipped up onto the edge of the pool and slid herself around to sit before Verialyn, her legs spread and dripping dry. "Excuse me, mistress," she murmured as she scooted her butt forward along the stone until her soaking cunt, a few drops of cum still seeping from her lips, was pressed up into Verialyn's face. Whether Verialyn began or not the slave soon returned to her other duties, opening her throat for the old butler. His strength seemed to finally be flagging, but he was still able to tightly clutch the girl's head as he fucked her young face.
 
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Buried under that enormous mountain of meat, his ample gut all but covering and flowing around the lower half of her body, and her shoulder held firmly in place she was now truly immobilized, no more than a toy in his grip, a toy to plunge his genital into repeatedly. Even her hold on the basin's edge loosened, no longer required to hold her position. There was a particular eagerness to his thrusting, likely because as she currently experienced it did take fortitude on the side of the woman humped thusly to have Xorien on top, and that was not something many girls could provide. She however could, and as degrading as her current position might seem to an outside observer it was exactly what a part of her had anticipated the moment she bent over the basin's edge, and her inner demons were loving it. Her eyes slowly closed, all the more to focus on the sensations of her ravaged pussy as sighs and low moans began to comment.

Her reverie was interrupted when she felt the prickling of short soft hair on the tip of her nose, opening her eyes again to be granted to a close up view of the slave girls most private parts, and the girl's intention clear the way she pressed her crotch into Verialyn's face. A brief reflexive 'I am not into girls' shot through her mind, but the way she was being pounded at the moment had left her in no mood for arguing over such trivial matters, and with a mental shrug her tongue extended, giving a few inexperienced laps at what she knew were the most sensitive parts.

She did not lick very long, though. Being already worked up by the previous double servicing of the slave boy and Billingsley combined with the incessant ploughing she currently received, and most of all the bizarre and arousing constellation she found herself in, to finally push her over the edge. Even if she wanted to, there were not many options to outwardly express her orgasms restrained as she was, and so she was limited to withdrawing her tongue and allowing herself a grimace of pressure combined with a low groan as she pressed her forehead against the cool tiles beneath. Her whole body tensed as waves of orgasm flowed over her, and the strong walls of her wet tunnel began to convulse erratically, rippling along the meaty shaft drilling in and out of her.
 
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The girl whimpered in pleasure as Verialyn licked her, but gave no complaint when it ended as soon as it had begun. She was too occupied with the sudden burst of cum Billingsley sent pouring down her throat, choking as she tried to breathe around his thick meat. And yet it seemed that it was the last; no sooner had his groans stopped then the old butler collapsed down to his knees, his prick sliding out of the slave's mouth with a wet pop. Coherence finally began to return to his eyes, watching the coughing slave and the moaning warrioress with vague confusion.

"Prepare...clothes for her.." Xorien commanded between huffs; it took a lot of energy to move so much fat so vigorously. It took Billingsley a few moments before he nodded and managed to stand on wobbly feet, starting to leave the baths and allowing his master to get back to the important things in life; ravaging the helpless cunt beneath him as her spasming walls milked the seed from his manhood. His thrusts became harder and more urgent, laughter forgotten as a waste of energy. At last he sank his fingers deep into her soft flesh as he groaned loudly, jets of hot cum bursting forth to splash against her womb and fill her tight tunnel. His weight suddenly became all the greater as he spent himself, leaning forward and using nearly all of his weight to press her down onto the stone and bury her beneath his stomach.

It was several moments before he lifted himself, a slowly softening cock still buried deep inside her and the lower half of her body red and sweaty from the heat of his pressure upon her. "Well done," Xorien murmured, a hand patting her rump approvingly. "It has been a long time since I enjoyed myself so thoroughly; I think we can look forward to a long, enjoyable relationship," he said with a slight laugh, finally letting his cock slowly slip out of her and a few strands of his cum to escape her well-fucked cunt. "I shall leave the slaves to you, should you wish any more entertainment before we begin our business."
 
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Verialyn lay motionless for a few moments more after the burden of the fat merchant's body was lifted off her. At that moment she simply felt thoroughly satisfied and satiated. For a reason she herself could not fully explain those acts of near abuse got her going like few others. Xorien's last remarks and the casual pats on her buttock made her think, though. So despite her initial good intention eventually she had let him fuck her during their first meeting. Would he consider her his personal whore now, or view this encounter as a one time perk? Only time would tell.

Finally she began to stir, slowly sliding backwards off the edge and into the water, turning around her upper body and descending into the pool until only her breasts floated on the surface, her arms spread out to both sides rested flat on the edge. Already she could feel the warm water flood into her womb, washing away the seed of the butler and his master, as her eyes fell on the slave boy she was facing, still standing in the middle of the basin unmoving, his cock still erect and still twitching. The spectacle he just got to watch sure did nothing to relieve him of his misery.

She'd have to wait for Billingsley to return with her clothes anyways, but for the moment the rough fuck with the master of the house was still too fresh, leaving no want for an immediate follow up, even if that might change any minute. "I guess the two of you got all worked up and no release? Why don't you head over to the girl and show me your favorite way of taking a woman?" After a moments pause she added "Only if both of you want to, of course."
 
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The slave turned to look at her, hesitating for a heartbeat to be sure that he had heard the order correctly, before he suddenly darted forward towards the edge of the pool and the surprised slave girl. Quickly she moved closer to the edge of the pool, lying back upon the stone with her ass resting upon the edge and her legs spread wide just in time for the boy to seize her thighs and desperately slam his cock into her. The girl gasped in slight pain as she was mercilessly fucked, the boy's harsh breaths lasting only a few moments before he gritted his teeth, the girl's gasps becoming a low moan as the boy's hot cum filled her young cunt.

They were still for a few moments before the boy began to move again, but far more slowly and carefully. The desperate quest for release became a slow, gentle fuck as his hands fell upon the girl's cum-stained breasts, expertly massaging and caressing the tender flesh. The pain left her face as her hips began to grind against the boy's, her moans becoming softer and sweeter. Her arms snaked up to twine around his neck, pulling him down to kiss his neck as she groaned in ecstasy and desire.

The boy seemed to have gained his second wind now, settling down into a steady, tender rhythm as he fucked the girl beneath him. He bent down further into her grasp, whispering something quietly into his fellow slave's ear before his lips fell upon hers, kissing her deeply. For the moment they seemed to have almost forgotten Verialyn's presence, so wrapped up were they in each others bodies
 
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Verialyn watched the developing scene as one of her arms reached out and grabbed the washcloth Billingsley previously had discarded. Without averting her eyes from the entwined couple her hand began to run the cloth over her submerged body, and even into her lower folds to clean away whatever sperm remained from either Billingsley or Xorien that had not already dissolved into the surrounding water.

Finally satisfied, or at least in the belief she would not get any cleaner, she hoisted herself out of the pool once more, bringing her behind to rest on the edge with her legs still dangling into the basin as the water ran off her curves. Still the two slaves were at it, but something had changed. This was no wild rutting like what had happened in several instances in that very room not too long ago. There was something undeniably tender in the way they had intercourse. It could indeed be called love making.

Feeling strangely happy herself for the happiness these two seemed to have found, if only temporarily, she continued to refrain from disturbing them, letting them enjoy the moment for a bit longer as she waited for the butler’s return. She bridged the time by leaving the pool completely and walking over to one of the benches that held a stack of neatly folded towels, helping herself to the topmost one and starting to run it over her body. By the time she was dry she could already hear steps approaching from the entrance.
 
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The girl moaned deeply into the kiss, her entire body starting to shudder as the boy gently fucked her. She broke the kiss and started to speak, slow words in a tongue Verialyn had never heard yet seemed to drive the boy to take her harder, deeper. The words became meaningless whimpers of pleasure, her arms and legs wrapped tightly about the boy and trying to pull him further into herself. So involved were they that they did not seem to notice the approaching footsteps, nor did they cease their lovemaking when someone emerged into the baths.

"Excuse me, Mistress Verialyn?" came a voice from the baths entryway; in the doorway stood a very small, very bald middle-aged man with a generous gut and tiny spectacles perched upon his nose. A bundle of clothes were presented to her and he bowed his head politely, seemingly unconcerned by her nudity or the slaves activities upon the edge of the pool. "My name is Arthour Nevrim; I am one of Master Quaric's clerks and have been charged with bringing you up to date on the particulars of the situation you have been hired to conclude, as well as any of the city's laws with which you are unfamiliar, and provide any assistance you feel is necessary in the successful completion of said situation."

The clothes turned out to be a gown similar to the ones Verialyn had seen many townswomen wearing during her walk from the docks; the basic design was similar to that of a toga, a single large piece of cloth draped upon the body. The top of the dress was meant to cover everything, yet it also seemed to be designed so that one breast could be left bare, a style adopted by a handful of the women she had seen. The lower portion of it was cut short, falling down to a few inches above her knees; her legs would instead be covered by a pair of thin leggings bound by the long, leather straps of the pair of sandals in the middle of the bundle.
 
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"Nice to meet you, Arthour" Verialyn gave a small nod as she took the bundle offered to her, immediately placing it on the closest bench to have her hands free for getting dressed. Which gave the clerk another few seconds of seeing her nude body in motion. As he continued to observe her without any visible display of emotion her thoughts briefly began to wander, or rather do kinky cartwheels. How about – once her employment in Xorien's service was official – she did a little tour of the house to introduce herself to all the servants. In the nude. So they got to know her well right from the start. A little shake of her head and a hint of a smile as she chased the naughty idea away.

As the first piece she picked the pants, and facing back towards Arthour began to dress. "Let's get started with likely the most important part then." she began as she bent forward without breaking eye contact, the waistband of the trousers held in her hands, to facilitate stepping inside, all the while her heavy breasts dangled beneath her. "What will I have to do to make the transfer – be it the man's property or his daughter – official and waterproof? Is it enough to have his signature on some document? Do I need witnesses? In case of the daughter, do I need her consent as well?" Her feet were inside the garment now and she straightened herself again, in the process pulling it up to her waist. "And how will this transaction be linked to the waiving of the man's debt towards Xorien?"
 
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"Of course," the clerk said with a nod, maintaining eye contact. Her deliberate display certainly seemed to have a reaction, but it was more an appreciation of her beauty rather then simple lust; nudity was common enough in Quaric's home, and much of the city for that matter, that those who didn't repress themselves beyond belief had little trouble maintaining their composure when faced with a naked woman. Still, his gaze did flicker down to her breasts and the cleft between her legs for a few moments before he continued.

"The debt began as a purely private matter, as is typically the case, but when the debtor failed to repay the debt and showed no ability to do so, Master Quaric brought all of the related documents to a local Magistrate. Upon review, and ensuring that Master Quaric had given his debtor all of the necessary warnings and opportunities to settle the matter, the Magistrate declared that the debt was in default and Master Quaric was authorized to take any action necessary to claim his possessions. With his permission, which has been granted, the specifics of the settling may be adjudicated by any authorized and licensed financial clerk, of which I am one. Should any guardsmen take an interest we simply have to present the proper documentation; they will typically offer their assistance at this point, though it is customary to tip them should you accept. Legally, my presence and the paperwork I possess is sufficient to make the transfer official; upon its completion I shall submit the particulars to the Magistrate and the matter shall be closed.

"As regards to the daughter, it is polite to obtain her permission, but not legally required. When one of the parents holds the debt, their children are considered to be their property for these purposes, and as any of the debtor's property may be taken to settle the debt she may be taken with no legal obligations towards her."
 
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Verialyn answered the clerks flickering and approving gaze with a smile of her own, flashing him her pearly white teeth as she stood in front of him, still naked from the waist up. Thusly she waited, hands resting lightly on her hips, as she listened attentively to his explanation, lightly nodding now and then in confirmation that she thought she had understood.

"So if I comprehend this correctly ..." she finally began as Arthour was finished, while reaching for the tunic "... you will be accompanying me ..." now she wrapped the cloth around her torso finally hiding her breasts from the public eye as she chose to wear the garment in the variant that covered both her mounds "... and conducting all the paperwork, plus serving as the legally required witness. And as you do all the work I merely have to ensure the whole affair goes down smoothly?"

Almost finished with dressing the thin leather belt was wrapped around her waist and tied in front, after which Verialyn sat down on the bench and began putting on the sandals, all the while expectantly looking at the clerk and curious for his reply.
 
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"In a sense," the clerk said hesitantly. "While I am ensuring that the matter is settled legally, I'm afraid the actual execution of the task falls to you. You have effectively been named Master Quaric's proxy in this matter, and act independently on his behalf. As you have been named proxy it is technically your decision as to how much property or slaves will be taken to settle the debt. Legally, you could take nothing more then a few coins. However, if Master Quaric is unsatisfied with your performance and can prove that you did not act in his best interest, such as taking less then the value of the debt in exchange for making use of the debtor's wife- Not that I'm suggesting you would do anything of the sort," he hastily added, "merely citing a well known case study. But in any case, you could be held liable for various damages up to and including assumption of the entire debt."

"In essence, my presence makes everything legal and I will tend to the paperwork required, but you and any guards you request assistance from will be the ones who deal with any...unpleasantness that may arise." Once Verialyn was dressed he motioned for her to follow him out of the baths. Just outside another slave stood by the entrance, holding her massive sword and offering it to her with a bowed head. With her weapon retrieved, the clerk led her around to the front of the house where a large cart and its driver waited. "Is there anything else you require before we depart, Mistress?"
 
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Verialyn was about to habitually reach out to her trusted weapon when her hand froze in mid air. She remembered Xorien’s request to deal with any occurring problems in a nonlethal way. While it could be surprising how many problems could in fact be solved with an expertly handled sharp blade, those solutions had an unwavering tendency to be of a nature more permanent than was desired in this particular instance. So she let her arm drop back to her side empty handed and just told the slave “Keep it safe for me for a bit longer. I do not think I will need it on this trip.”

Going unarmed – or rather without weaponry since even bare handed Verialyn was far from what could be considered ‘unarmed’ – carried two additional advantages. For one it would not create quite the hostile first impression that such a huge implement of mutilation strapped to her back was bound to stir up, and secondly she had made the experience that as long as she was not visibly armed people tended to underestimate her even more, something that could come in quite handy in the upcoming endeavor. But now that Arthour was asking her, there was one other thing. His mention of her being held responsible for proper settling of the debt had made her a bit nervous, and she just wanted to be safe.

So turning to him as she was about to enter the carriage she replied “Actually yes, there is something. Since you just informed me that I am responsible to settle this affair to Master Quaric’s satisfaction I need a way to judge when that limit is indeed reached. As I was already told should the family agree to offer her daughter that condition would automatically be met, but if they choose to settle matters with material goods that won’t be so easy. Master Quaric has told me he had the families properties already fully appraised, so if those documents still exist they would be immensely helpful.” Only to add with a grin as she continued to climb into her seat “But maybe you already have them with you? In that case all I need a bit of input on whom we are going to visit, but you can fill me in on that on the ride.”
 
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Arthour shook his head slightly. "Ah, no, I seem to have caused a minor misunderstanding. Legally the debtor's children are considered to be his property for the purposes of settling the debt, and any of his property may be taken in settlement. Just as you are not legally required to obtain the daughter's permission to take her, you are also not legally required to obtain the debtor's permission. He or any of his children may be taken as slave to settle the debt, although not, interestingly enough, his wife. The law does state that the wife is her own financial entity regardless of the particulars of the marriage and is not therefore considered property. There have been numerous cases regarding the matter of the children, with women claiming that taking the children constitutes a theft of their property as opposed to their husbands, but the matter is usually settled outside of court or thrown out on other considerations. There was a fascinating development just a year ago involving an infant and a pet dog-" he paused, suddenly realizing that he was beginning to babble.

"Excuse me, mistress, I did not mean to distract you. All that matters at the moment is that whether you take a slave or goods, the worth of which I am more then happy to help you evaluate, you may take what you will without requiring any additional permissions. The ethics of the matter are, of course, an entirely separate consideration but not one I would presume to advise you on," he finished with another bow of his head towards her. At last he stepped into the carriage and rapped upon the side, signaling the driver to advance.

"Now, as for the specifics of the case," Arthour continued once they were well on their way, "the debtor is Sorrel Azdak, married to Kaliss Iden Azdak, father of Merea, Leriss, and Callod in descending order of age. The initial loan was an investment made by Master Quaric to support Azdak's importation of furs from his home land. The furs are of extremely fine quality and have very unique properties unknown to most in the city. Initial sales were very strong, until it was discovered that the combination of the furs along with a very popular and common perfume made the wearer extremely..." he hesitated, "...attractive to local wildlife. Azdak was forced to return most of the sales revenue as well as pay damages in several suits brought against him. Since that time he has been struggling to get back on his feet, and Master Quaric's patience has come to an end."
 
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Verialyn could not help but chuckle and shake her head in amusement as Arthour detailed the exact nature of the predicament that got Mr. Azdak and his family in the financial troubles they were now facing. Being attractive to a vast variety of animals could certainly lead to embarrassing situations, at least embarrassing to the victim while potentially quite entertaining for the crowd surrounding him. Quite detailed visions of dogs and a variety of rodents seeking sexual relief in any way possible with the help of one of the fur wearers played before her mind's eye, before she scolded herself. 'Naughty girl'. Likely she was idealizing, and some of the situations were far less comic and more harmful, and the consequences this had for the Azdak family were not of the merry jesting nature – at least not for them.

She leaned back in her seat, arms and legs loosely spread over the bench she sat on to be as comfortable as possible. Out of the carriages window she was given the opportunity to watch as the various mansions and estates passed by. As their journey progressed those buildings tended to come closer to the road – a consequence of the winnowing expanse of the lands surrounding them – and shrink in size. And when their vehicle finally started to slow down indicating that their destination was close by they were no longer in the part of the city where the ultra rich lived. The residents here still were definitely well off, way above the commoners of the town, but not quite in Xorien's league.

Straightening herself up again and absent mindedly trying to smoothe her tunic with her hands she addressed her companion once more. "Before we go in there, can you tell me what sort of persons the Azdags are? What do I have to expect from them?"
 
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"In my opinion, Sorrel Azdak is a very boisterous man. He will likely make extremely loud threats and wave about a crossbow he's particularly fond of, given that it shoots three quarrels at once, but he has no record of actually engaging in excessive violent behavior. Of course, men and women tend to be far less predictable when one's children are potentially at risk. His wife, Kaliss Azdak, is a rather frightened woman who has been heard to say that she would rather die then see her children taken away, although a certain degree of hyperbole is expected. Of the children I'm afraid I know nearly nothing beyond their respective ages."

At last the carriage pulled to a halt before yet another one of the seemingly ubiquitous estates. This appeared to have seen better times, the exterior beginning to fall into slight disrepair while the lawns began to suffer from inattention. Nothing that spoke of abject poverty, merely someone who had more important things to do then worry about the perfection of their home's appearance. From the outside no one could be seen, although Verialyn did notice a curtain twitching in a window upon the second floor, someone ducking away out of her view.

"Guards rarely patrol in this area, shall I have the driver fetch a few in advance?" Arthour asked as they dismounted from the carriage, waiting patiently for Verialyn to take the lead.
 
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"Not yet, Arthour. The suggestion is appreciated, but let's not give Mr. Azdag the impression that we came here looking for trouble." Verialyn stepped out of the carriage and stretched her arms wide for a moment, bringing life back into her musculature that had gotten slightly tense during the ride in the carriage, something she was not accustomed to. Not wanting to stir a hostile atmosphere from the get go was only one reason she had declined the help of the guards, though. This was her first move in the hired help scene of Ael Morish, and whether she continued to cooperate with Xorien or chose to look for another employer the impression she would give here could be a valuable bargaining chip. If she performed well. And in her book calling for external aid at the first sign of trouble – or even before that – did not qualify.

So she began to stride the path made of large stone slabs nowadays covered in moss and lichen that led across the lawn and to the steps atop which the entrance door was located. It was a bit of a deja vu. Just a few hours ago she had done almost the same in front of the ro Quaric mansion, but now the portents were far more laden with conflict than they had been then. The clerks brief characterization had managed to make her more careful, or rather attentive. From her experience a crossbow could be a fickle weapon, and it required little pressure to pull its trigger, something that did not always happen intentionally as a consequence. So she better be prepared to react swiftly.

Finally she stood in front of the huge wooden door. She knew not the wood it was made of, but it was massive, solid and dark, untarnished by the diminishing attention the whole estate had seen in the recent past. Unfazed Verialyn reached lifting the heavy silver rapper, a thick ornate ring held by what appeared to be a bear's head of the same material, and let it drop back with a resounding knock that resonated even more intensely in the expectant silence surrounding her as well as Arthour behind her.
 
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The expectant silence continued for a rather long time; it was nearly five minutes before anything at all happened, and very little happened when it finally did. There was the sound of a few locks being undone upon the other side of the door before it opened slightly, a man's face staring out at her. Azdag, if indeed that was the man staring out at her, appeared to be roughly in his late forties with already greying hair and deep worry lines creasing his face. His light brown eyes were wary as they studied her, mildly confused as they realized she was an unarmed woman, and quickly hostile as they recognized Arthour standing behind her. "You can fuck off," he declared, still glaring out at them. "I don't care what that magistrate you bribed says, I've still got a chance and I'm damn well going to use it."

"Technically that's not true," Arthour chimed in from behind her. "If you'll look at the most recent precedents you'll find that in certain circumstances-"

"Shut up," Azdag snapped, and there was the faint sound of wood groaning under tension from behind the door. "Tell your master to find another victim, and fuck off before I decide to defend my property,"[/b] he snarled. Through the gap in the door, Verialyn could see a few other people behind the man quietly watching; an older woman in her early fifties, tightly hugging a young boy of twelve or thirteen years. Of the eldest daughter there was no sign, but there proved to be little time for reflection as Azdag began to slam the door in their faces.
 
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Deja Vu indeed.

What was wrong with this city that everyone wanted to slam their door shut into her face? Although in this case the hostility seemed to be directed towards her current companion and not herself. And while she did not have much time for reflection it was clear that the residents of this house would not answer a second knock, so some affirmative action was in order.

In a surprisingly swift move Verialyn brought up her leg and kicked out at the closing door, planting the sole of her sandal against its smooth surface as it was almost closed and giving a sudden push in the reverse direction. The man behind the door – Mr. Azdak by her guess – gave a startled scream as he made forceful contact with the solid wood, joined by terrified squeals from his wife and son. As through the widening opening in the door frame she could observe his form stumbling back off balance and dropping to the ground she heard the clatter of wood and iron on stone, followed by the characteristic thud of three crossbow bolts burying themselves into wooden paneling somewhere ahead and to her right.

Seizing the initiative she pushed the door open all the way and stepped inside, presenting the open palm of her left hand in what she hoped would communicate to the wife and son – except for those two and the man the entrance hall seemed empty - that she intended them no harm. Simultaneously she gestured with her right hand for Arthour to follow her. That way she approached the prone man, and now for the first out of the corner of her eyes could get a look on his favorite weapon, lying on the floor about two yards away. That was the most important feature of it at the moment, away from its owner and discharged, a state not quickly changed for a crossbow.

Finally getting to stand right at Azdag's feet and staring down at him, all the time wary that he might try to assault her, Verialyn finally spoke with a cool but strong voice. "We both know that you owe Mr. ro Quaric money, and for some time already. Which is why I have been sent, to talk about this matter. So do you want to talk as well, or would you prefer me coming back with a squad of guards that unceremoniously throw you and your whole family out onto the street in no time?"
 
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If looks could kill, Azdak's stare as he looked up at her from the floor would have set her aflame, ripped off her limbs, then thrown her corpse into the ocean to be devoured by sharks. He was already scrambling up to his feet as she spoke, and as soon as she had finished he was yelling directly into her face. "Oh I'll talk, you fucking bitch! I'll talk about how you so much as touch my daughter and I'll have you thrown in jail so fast you won't notice until they've finished raping you!"

The young boy was emitting terrified wails as his father shouted, clinging tightly to his mother who seemed to be on the verge of tears herself. Kaliss Azdak was staring with wide eyes at Verialyn, her arms wrapped tightly about her son and quivering with fear, flinching at every loud word. Quietly she murmured vaguely comforting words, trying to soothe her frightened child, yet it seemed to be accomplishing nothing. Up the stairs, another pair of frightened eyes could be seen peeking through a doorway down at the scene below.

In the meantime, Azdak had continued to shout. "So you can go tell your twisted jackass of a boss to go fuck one of his toothless old whores, shove one of his fingers up your filthy cunt 'cause it's a hell of a lot bigger then his cock ever was, and if you come back with the guards I'll just tell them to go back to sucking off their captain because there is not a gods damned thing they can accomplish here as long as I'm still alive! Now get the hell out of my house!"
 
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“Your house?”

Verialyn let the question hang in the air for a few second, allowing it to sink in with disturbing finality before she continued. Her voice was calm, bare any emotion, and in that way even more frightening.

“If that is what irks you, if you do not want to be embarrassed in your own home, well, I can help you.” Pausing a mere moment for dramatic effect. “I hereby temporarily and legally validated seize ownership of this estate and all the objects within it until the financial dispute between the merchants ro Quaric and Azdak is resolved. See, it is no longer your house.” Verialyn shot a quick glance to Arthour who confirmed with a brief nod that she had not overstepped her authority in this matter.

As she waited for the reaction of the merchant she kept observing that additional pair of eyes on the top of the stairs. Was it the other son, or the daughter observing them? She tried her best to keep monitoring them as the dispute with Sorrel continued.

The merchant had recovered by now, and his rising ire could be visibly tracked by the increasing reddening of his face. “You filthy whore will not …”

“PIPE DOWN!”

Those two words cut through the room like the crack of a whip, causing everyone but Verialyn to instinctively flinch, and to her dismay the sobbing of the boy intensified again. Taken momentarily by surprise Sorrel’s tirade was halted, and she seized the initiative. The extended index finger at the end of one outstretched arm pointed right at his face as she continued, her demeanor still cool and controlled, but with a more energetic undertone in her voice as her eyes bore into his.

“You better start realizing soon that you’re in a big mess all the way up to your ears, and neither base insults nor hollow threats will get you out of it. All your hollering will achieve is to scare your boy. You want to call the guards? They will gladly kick your butt after a single look at my friend’s papers. You have exactly two options now. Either you calm down and start what is considered a civilized and constructive conversation,” she put a special emphasis on the two adjectives “or you keep raving inanely and I will kick you out of my property.”
 
RE: Journeys of a Demon's Daughter

Arthour said nothing as the verbal war continued, merely making a few brief notes upon the paperwork as she continued her work. The wailing boy seemed to be stuck now, clinging so desperately to his mother that he barely noticed the sudden, deadly silence broken only by his shuddering sobs. Azdak's wife seemed only to have become more terrified, trembling herself as he watched the unfolding scene with terrified yes, moaning softly when Verialyn so quickly seized everything they owned.

Sorrel was visibly shaking as well, but rage contorted his face as he stared down the demon's daughter. He sputtered a few times, failing to get the words past the bile and anger welling up inside him, before he finally managed to force them out. "Out," he muttered, "Get. Out." His hand suddenly shot down to his side, the loose cloth of his tunic brushed aside to reveal the dagger at his waist. "Get-"

"Stop it!" came a loud, clear voice from the stairs. The door at the top of the stairs had opened and a young woman, no more then sixteen, stood there with angry fists clenched at her sides, staring down at Verialyn with a mixture of terror and fury. "Leave him alone!"

"Get back inside," Sorrel snapped, his eyes still focused upon Verialyn.

"But-"

"INSIDE!" he roared, and while nothing happened for a long moment at last the girl took a few steps back towards the door to slip back into the upstairs chambers.
 
RE: Journeys of a Demon's Daughter

Verialyn slowly approached the merchant, one measured step after the other, eyes locked with Sorrel and face completely unflinching. “Don’t get any closer, or I will …” his fingers closed around the hilt of his dagger and he was about to brandish it, doing who knows what to the woman in front of him as all of a sudden his eyes bulged, almost popping out of his sockets, and his chops inflated before his expression of hatred was replaced by one of intense pain.

The move had been barely visible as Verialyn’s hand had stabbed forward, outstretched fingers digging into the center of his torso right beneath the ribcage at the precise spot where the sudden impact would squash the nerves of his solar plexus. It was the ideal punch to cause an unaware victim intense pain and incapacitate him without resulting in any lasting damage or injury.

As the merchant began to double over, frantically gasping for air in reaction to the shock his nervous system suffered, one of Verialyn’s hands firmly grabbed his tunic by the neck as the other one pried his weapon from his fingers, sending it clattering to the floor next to the discharged crossbow. Shifting her free hand to hold the back of his waistline and preparing to go through on her previous threat she turned her face to the woman and child who watched in silent terror and tried to calm them with what she hoped was a reassuring “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine again in a few minutes.”

She began dragging her helpless victim towards the open door, commenting with a slight wheeze as she got the mass of his body moving “Just in case you did not know, where I come from the threat of armed violence is not part of any sort of civilized conversation.” With that she arrived between the leafs of the gate that stood still ajar, and with one final push sent him tumbling out onto the landing, slamming the door shut behind him and letting the bar fall back into its holds.

With a deep exhale after the physical exertion she turned again to mother and boy. “Madam, I am sincerely sorry that you and your children had to witness this disturbing scene. But make no mistake, driving me off will achieve nothing. Should you succeed in that, someone else will come, and likely he will immediately bring the guards with him and seize whatever he deems appropriate, without any concern for your opinion on the matter.”

Verialyn had walked back to the two of them, and now, standing less than two yards away she gave the frightened boy what she hoped was a comforting smile before she again faced his mother “So now that the disturbing element has been sedated, maybe the two of us can talk reasonably?”
 
RE: Journeys of a Demon's Daughter

Arthour silently stepped aside as she hauled Azdak to the door, making another quiet note as he was flung unceremoniously from the door and collapsed upon the landing, rolling down to the lawn. The door had been slammed shut before he could get on his feet, yet it no more then a few moments later that he could be heard pounding upon the door, his words lost in a stream of obscenities and dire threats, including several that were in an unfamiliar language yet nevertheless sounded highly uncomplimentary. Despite the constant pounding the bar across the door held, causing nothing but a loud clamor as Verialyn approached the woman and child.

Her attempts at reassuring them seemed to have mixed results; the boy stopped wailing, but it seemed more that he was simply too terrified to make a noise as opposed to relaxing. The woman settled down slightly, but she still maintained a death grip upon her son while staring up at the warrior with wide eyes. "I...please...just....just take what you want, please..." The woman was starting to cry, tears slipping silently down her cheeks. "...please don't take my babies away..." she whispered, visibly trembling under Verialyn's gaze.
 
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