The Web of Iron

Prologue: A Binding Agreement

The elves were now all bundled up in silk. The cocoons Rioletta had woven clung to their every delicious curve, both male and female. Oh, how they had struggled and wriggled at first as their minds were drawn into nightmares. Nightmares beyond comprehension. The taste of their suffering was positively delicious. And the feel of them around the hips was wonderful.

"Ah, such a wonderful batch we've captured today," said Rioletta to her companion. "Wouldn't you say, Black Star?" His suffering was delicious as well. "I love it most when they refuse to give up. Just keep struggling. The way the silk clings to every feature, the look of horror on their faces, it is so very wonderful...

"Still, a Goddess such as myself needs a worthy consort."

Black Star did not respond. He never responded. Yet his suffering was audible on a spiritual plane. Then Rioletta sensed something and looked up to see a pale light appearing. Into the darkened hall stepped a figure she knew from her studies.

"Melchious darling!" she cried in joy. "It has been ever so long." He'd chosen his human form this time. Tall with long blonde hair and red robes. Like that positively delicious William, she faced before, but too old in spirit for her tastes. Not enough hope to crush.

"Not nearly long enough," said Melchious. "Tell me, Rioletta, how would you like to rule Seathorius?"

Rule Seathorius? What a charming idea. "Well, that does sound nice. Yet last I heard my dear colleague was the ruler there. They call her by that adorable nickname, Arraxia, was it? Though it was a terrible thing which happened to you, I expect either you or her will kill the other.

"What, pray tell, do you desire in return?"

Melchious smiled. It was an unpleasant smile for her to look at, and she was a demon.

 "Seathorius is lost to me. And at the moment, your former colleague is hard at work trying to stamp out my worship. If you were to take control, I would give you the rulership of that land. And all I would ask in return is that you continue the traditions of my worship."

"Out how mighty and generous you are, Master Melchious," said Rioletta. She knew how much her false subservience annoyed him. "Tell me, how may I achieve this great end of which you speak?"

To her disappointment, he did not react. "You must capture the Dreamer Elf, Kiyora Yagos. Then you must do exactly as I say..."