The Trinity selected a small territory with moderate danger, and abundant resources.
Unlike Tad Quartzals; Refined Quartzals can be abandoned at any ti by crossing the available entrances, equal to the monolith’s sides.
They trespassed the smooth, stone’s exterior, feeling the gelatin touch they are accustod to.
The imdiate atmosphere beca obscure, dim crimson light creeped through dark clouds dropping a mild drizzle carrying a deep stench of iron, leather and a hint of vanilla.
Faint instruntal music reached the tower’s top, along the echo of hurried steps crossing the gothic streets.
This shouldn’t be a problem. If it weren’t for the Quartzal’s exits embedded, and aligned in the cobblestone floor 20 ters away.
’Who was the idiot in charge of scouting this place?!.’
{How in Fettiyio is this considered small?!}
•Everything seems gloomy, and di-dirty.•
Vurckair hastily shared his Camouflage with Balalaika and Naylyn. "Step on my feet. This is not the location we chose."
"Did we make a mistake?."
"No, Miss Berezovskaya. That Mother of your’s, tampered the Data Core’s information."
"My Mother?!." Scread Balalaika, trailed by Vurckair. "Breyda?!."
{No way!. She adored Brenna, but would fight just as fiercely for Balalaika’s sake}
"Why are you surprised?." Naylyn asked confused. "Isn’t the Supervisor your godmother?. You called her Ma’am. That’s how i referred to my Venerable Mother during her punishnts. Isn’t the sa for you?."
Balalaika shaked her head. "My Mother never pressure . And since Brenna’s death, she is less restrictive."
{I can’t even imagine what Breyda went through. She was willing to fight Verulkya knowing her demise would be certain. And that decision was for Brenna’s well-being}
Two teams arrived from the other entrances.
The first Trinity is Mirä, Amanda, and Miellessa.
The second group is integrated with Cailly, Giassnnia, and Mätzeniä.
The floor tiles enveloped themselves in a black smokey red hue. Silhouettes lurked in the shadowy stone turning liquid.
Their feet sunk, trapped in the tarry consistency. Immaterial, foggy threads webbed around the ladies shins; Arcs of red electricity weakened their Nimbar until there are no energy shields left, cramping their muscles, holding them in place.
"Why are we not restrained?." Questioned Balalaika with slim preoccupation, as she clung to Vurckair.
"My Camouflage is very good. And i can assimilate any kind of Electrons. But don’t step on the floor. It’s «Tainted». And i doubt you want to learn how to get rid off the markers."
"It’s kinky?." Whispered Naylyn, nibbling Vurckair’s ear.
"That’s an understatent. The lips beco black, soft, and sensitive. Literally reshaped to provide pleasure. Then the nipples turn black too and beco extrely sensitive. I don’t know the rest exactly. But n are turned into won, and won into mindless Bimbos."
"Oh!."
"Yes; So stop playing dumb, Nalune. Employ Internal Magic. You too Little Lamb. Spirituality can serve both ways, but not simultaneously, is a common error you must avoid."
She nodded; As slender mannequins of varnished black wood erged.
The tarry liquid of the tiles slid of them like water would do.
Balalaika got bewitched by the tetric spectacle. "They are Beautiful." She admired them breathlessly; Paying special attention to the tight outfits made of leather, and latex.
The tall figure of a Demoness with fiery, blazing Halo, ca out from the floor’s center.
"What do we have here?." She let out a mocking giggle. "So lovely Virgins who–"
Her words trailed off, seeing the ladies current location. "How did you cross from the opposite side of the portals when they are deactivated?."
On that mont, Mirä collapsed; She is still weakened after Naylyn destroyed the forr’s Nimbar.
Then. Cailly fell; Hard, almost convulsing with the discharges of red electricity, Amanda followed right after.
Miellessa resisted a few seconds due to her size, and natural orientation towards Defense. But t the sa end regardless.
Only Mätzeniä and Giassnnia seed able to tolerate the tower’s security system.
But not for long.
The forr is breathing faster, and the latter has beads of sweat ready to roll down from her temples, and forehead.
A much larger female erged from the Demonness’s shadow. Large hands moved to her peer’s shoulders. "Don’t get carried away. There are more of them..."
The second Demoness, Theria; Locked her eyes on Vurckair, faintly smiling with nostalgia.
{She saw . There is no point in hiding}
Thrimina, the first Demoness, gasped, and stamred in utter disbelief as Vurckair went out of Camouflage. "He-He... He is a Ma-Man?!. A re-real o-one?!."
"Correct." He acknowledged employing the Communication spell.
{Abraxza. Give an aerial view}
The Contracted Summon flew to the sky, sharing her sight.
{There are no n here. Only won, so packing a little extra}
{Any Tainted location will undoubtedly change or eliminate n}
{My enzy can even destroy Corruption, this is notifferent than the toddler’s version}
Theria deactivated the security system, ordering the mannequins to carry the unconscious Ladies. "I will not harm these Virgins. But they must be sheltered from «The Plague»."
{I suppose she ans the Corruption}
"Understandable. Let’s talk." Agreed the young man, without lowering his guard, as the mannequins guided them into the tower’s living room.
Yet, it resembled a throne’s hall; Theria taking her seat and looking not different than an all mighty empress. "Tell , young man. What brings you, and these Virgins here?."
"We have to complete a test." Revealed Vurckair. "In order to succeed. It’s mandatory we acquire three subordinates loyal to each of us."
"That’s all?." Questioned Theria, doubting the young man’s words, despite she knows the truth, because she must perform her role.
"Not exactly." He admitted. "But in essence–"
"I certainly can detect it in you. Let’s make a deal, young man. Help to get Variable Essence. And i will grant you an extensive variety of slaves."
"Tempting. But, No. I don’t think you can understand how important this process is for so of us, and we need Variable Essence for the initial aspect. Not to ntion the candidates must be our Subordinates. Those with soft hearts, hollow spirits, and shallow minds. Are basically worthless."
"Understandable... My offer still stands, Young Man. I’ll even let you stay in my Tower."
"«Vurckair», not young man. Those you select must be of good appearance. I’m picky. But if they have black scleras, you’d be doing us a huge favor, Miss."
"«Theria». That’s my na–"
Za’anira’s voice ca from the side. "What a disappointing developnt from all of you..."
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