LUCA'S POV
Lia and the Bestir looked at each other, puzzled, cramped into a tiny pocket dimension.
The Bestir's body was flush against her chrome skin. She didn't know where she began and the Bestir ended.
"I've never seen her transformed before... chromatic dark purple swirling from around her light purple ankle to her exposed hip. All that ass... mercy," I whispered to myself, as the frame, I paused the screen on, showed Rosalia with her legs to the ceiling of the cramped pocket dimension. Her flowing, black maxi skirt with a slit all way up to her left hip revealed the markings on her thick thighs with four dimples for my hand to grip! Fuck, the twinge from my strained, widened eyes snapped me out of my stupor.
"Yes, the Furiae genes produce beautiful people," Kerbe agreed.
"Mm-hmm," I subtly shifted my leg. Didn't know you could get a boner in a psychic plane... you learn something new everyday!
"Zen... Zen...," Kerbe's voice drifted in my ears.
"Yes, yes, play!", I feigned nonchalance.
"WoW?", the Bestir barked in confusion.
"When I figure it out, I'll tell you what the hell just happened," Lia assured.
She supposed the pocket dimension was interfering with her connection to Lyssa, and thought nothing more of it.
"You think that heat wave is over"?, she looked over to the Bestir.
"Ow?", it barked.
"I dunno, either... let's give it another hour. For now, let me try to enlarge this space," she spoke to fill the silence.
"Anlerga!", she and the Bestir fell to the floor as the space widened. The pocket dimension was white and cube-shaped. The Bestir prowled around the space and came back to her side after discovering nothing.
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"What the hell is a newborn hell-mongrel doing here?", Lia wondered aloud as she could only just barely make out Adam's figure from a league over.
"Ow-wow," the Bestir answered and rose on its hind legs, peering inquisitively, as it stayed by her side.
"Newly-corrupted hell-mongrel judging by the thin red streak in its eyes...," Rosalia mumbled her observations.
"How-how could you-you?", Adam stuttered through a growl.
"No voice control so, newly-turned as well...," she continued musing, not batting an eye at the non-threat before her.
"Lyssa... dead," Adam stabbed at her.
Rosalia let out an outraged scream, her hair blazed into purple snake-shaped fire aimed at the hell-mongrel.
"Ki-killed her, I," it snarled and flashed its head as Adam surged beneath the beast.
"What's happening? Why is he speaking involuntarily now?", I inquire as it became apparent that Adam was in two minds.
"His bond to Queen Ira is deepening. She's, essentially, overriding his control and operating through him; this is normal. What isn't, is Adam being able to resist... however feebly," Kerbe contextualized.
"Go to hell!", Adam cursed and gritted his teeth as Lia bashed him with a warning suppression.
"See if you can drag me there, bitch!", Lia retorted haughtily, her voice relaxed as she looked on amusedly at the unknown mongrel's struggles.
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The Empire's Descent (First Draft)
FantasyExcerpt: "Luca, it's a male Vampyr in the Green Grotto!", she burst into his office to inform. Luca rolled his eyes and clutched the desk before him, where he gripped splintered under the force. "Does it still hurt that much? Ari said you'll be able...
