#soulwitch

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“Gkh...! A-Ahh...!”

Eri was heavily panting as the slime had her way with him. watching her do sexual things with his body, and the boy was helpless to stop it. This... torture went up all the way until evening. His own bodily fluids were on the ground, and safe to say, he’s pretty much nearly milked dry.

Any attempts in shapeshifting wouldn’t work as his focus was clouded. Kitsune fire didn’t faze her at all, and there wasn’t any illusions he could think of to break free. Even worse, all that sexual actions she made towards him triggered his kitsune instincts to feast on a soul to quench his thirst is NOT helping him focus at all.

His mind was so cloudy, and he really couldn’t lift a finger to save himself, not even call for help.

But one thing stuck up from the venom of her words.

Prime... Prime.

Judging by this stranger’s tone of voice, it really did felt like she’s trying to do harm to her. And it had to be this time too... just when the boy has finished making Prime’s outfit, which was that of a simple sailor uniform, complete with stockings, all nearly stashed in a paper bag.

...

The more time passed, the more it really felt like he wasn’t inhabiting his body anymore. It wasn’t like he was possessing someone where they could take their body back anytime, this was much worse. Much more... sinister.

Well, at least finding materials around the City Ruins will be easier than having to step into the desert or the forest. Devola was still reluctant to tackle this chore, but the Machines that wandered around this area were perfect for the things they needed, and the Resistance Camp wasn’t that far from this area.

It should’ve been easy and quick, but the redhead refused to kill those Machines that didn’t shown any signs of being hostile, so it would take longer than intended.

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The power was flickering on and sort-of-on across the apartment complex she called her home. The sun was still down, not that the people in that region of Earth could tell with the dense clouds completely covering it. It was raining; rather, it was misting, tiny droplets of water falling ever so slowly as if it was snow. This mist covered all the towering buildings in the city from top to bottom. The airborne craft, however sparse, still zoomed past the windows, their pilots blissfully unaware of anything but their own busy lives.

One life, soundly asleep, clutching her black boots of power under her thick comforter, was once more about to be busier than usual, and not even due to her Weltraumleben finally hitting the market.

The flickering in her home stopped, pitch black, and everything slowly came back on at full power with a soft hum. Her home’s AI spoke, after her bedroom light came on.

“Rise and shine, Great Slayer.”

“Mmmh... hmm?”

Those five words from her AI were the first thing Emily Gates heard after she barely awakened from her prematurely terminated slumber. She leaned upward and cleared her eyes, as she usually did any time she woke up in the middle of the night. She looked out the window, then out her open bedroom door, and upward at the dimmed bedroom light.

“Did... did I hear that correctly, Artemis?” Gates wondered. “‘Great Slayer’?”

“My apologies, Ms. Gates,” replied the AI. “Running emergency system diagnostics now.”

The wall in front of Gates lit up and displayed the progress on said diagnosti--

“Diagnostics complete. No abnormalities found.”

Gates raised an eyebrow and made a confused noise.

“According to my system modification history, it appears that you registered the entity known by Zak’yanna as ‘Trusted’ shortly after returning with her from your mission in another galaxy. This registry has allowed her to remain within the system without issue even in her dormant state. I believe it is her reawakening as of two minutes and fifty-three point five five five five two five seconds ago that has boosted my diagnostic capabilities.”

It was break, they did not start classes for a few weeks and Iris was taking the time to herself, she had come back from visiting her family for the holidays, yet still kept communication. The young woman could be found walking back from the local Post Office. Sure she could email her family but she wanted to go for a walk and sometimes letters were just fun to write. 

As she headed back to the college campus, she would notice someone laying, seemingly motionless, in the alleyway. They were bleeding out, yet from the rise and fall of their chest it was clear they were alive. 

As Lust awoke, she would find a strange, pointy eared, woman standing over her. She was working to start bandaging her wounds with what little first aid materials she brought with her.  

“O-oh-” As soon as the movie star uncovered his mouth, Daniel would start whispering. He had, unfortunately, already made a bit of a scene and as such there were eyes beginning to stare at the duo. With a nervous laugh the young man would nod.

“Yes, let’s slip out-”