I opened my eyes and took a long, deep breath. Then, I sighed.
Just a normal Tuesday night in Hell.
Closing my eyes, I thought back on what the demon said. ’Father, help ! The Hellwalker is not a Mortal!’. Also, telling to fuck off and die. Very colorful vocabulary for a Demon, all things considered.
While my ti in Hell had gone through my mind, I only saw glimpses of utter insanity and unrestrained brutality. Dreams helped paint a more solid picture.
Also, Pokora’s existence made doubt the million years thing, but sothing inside confird the length of my trial. One of those pesky instincts that gripped my mind with an unbreakable lock.
Sothing else to ask the Gods, or other Halves, I thought as I looked to the side. I saw big, red tits.
Yolin was sleeping with , limbs all around my body. My head nestled between her breasts.
From Hell to Heaven, nice!
I closed my eyes and relaxed on the woman’s chest. Her warm skin and delicious muscles woke up in full. I turned around and hugged her, planting kisses on her tattoos.
"Unuwa nanja?" she mumbled in her sleep. Or sothing that sounded like that.
I smiled and held back a giggle.
We were wrapped in a sleeping bag, lying on the ground of Pokora’s living room. Since Alyssa, Bromisnar, and Bonte were asleep by the ti we got back, we chose to stay the night and the Elf was kind enough to allow that. It had nothing to do with not wanting to deal with an angry Alyssa. At all.
Opening the sleeping bag, I freed myself from Yolin’s arms and stood up. Looking at her face, I quietly laughed at her sleep-talk. She was saying things in Red Tongue, and I found that cute and funny.
After properly covering her with the sleeping bag, I went to the bathroom. Since we were staying out, I wore sweatpants and a tank top as sleep wear. I had grown more used to my golden comrade hanging out and about while sleeping, so I didn’t wear underwear anymore. It could be said I graduated nocturnal underwear and embraced freedom.
I rustled it to a better position. Morning erections are a pain. I can’t pee properly, and it’s uncomfortable when it gets caught on the waistband of the sweatpants. A complete hassle.
Standing in front of the toilet, I waited for it to relax while humming a song.
The door opened and Pokora walked in.
"Kyaaaa," I mumbled in monotone. "Knock first, you pervert..."
"Oh, noes," she muttered back, walking to the sink and activating the faucet. "Morning."
"Доброе утро," I muttered back.
The sink was opposite of the toilet, so she didn’t get a free peek.
"Morning wood?" she asked, washing her face.
"Yep," I replied with a shrug. "A bit annoying, but what can you do?"
"Wasn’t the greeting privet or sothing?" she asked.
"Nah. That’s ’Hi’. And it’s pree-vyet, unless you’re talking about that British Wizard," I said back with a chuckle, shaking my head. "Good morning is Доброе утро."
"Dobr-what?" she asked.
"Do-breh uh-truh," I supplied. "More formal, but works in this situation."
"Huh," she uttered. "The more you know."
"Indeed," I muttered. "So you haven’t learned Orkish?"
"Haven’t," she replied. Then asked, "Does it bother you I just ca in?"
"Not at all, we’re both won," I replied. "Does it bother you?"
"Not really," she sighed. "I just thought of trans people back on Earth."
"Ah," I nodded as my fellow relaxed. "Nothing to worry about with . Treat as a woman."
"Will do," she replied.
I heard the familiar sound of hair being combed.
Thinking back on the previous night, I rembered sothing.
"I think you forgot your arrows," I said with a sigh, and pee flowed.
She laughed.
"So nonchalant," she said, chuckling. "Those are diamond-tipped, so I can leave them there."
"They’re what?" I asked, a little surprised. "But it’s diamond!"
"Diamond is cheaper than food, since it’s absolutely useless," she replied, still combing her hair. "You see, diamond is used as arrow tips and not much else. E’eral obsidian is harder, making it more expensive. You can buy ten kilograms of diamond for fifty copper."
"Isn’t it used for... cutting things, though?" I asked back with a sigh as my bladder emptied.
I gave my fellow a few gentle shakes, then tucked it in.
"There are better materials out there, Natasha. Diamond is shit," she insisted. "You may be able to shatter a diamond sword, for example. Diamond looses it’s ’indestructibility’ when people reach three thousand strength. Sothing unattainable on Earth, but very real here in Galeia. Add the fact diamond has shitty enchanting properties."
"Now you’re going to co up with so bullshit material that is prettier than diamonds?" I asked with a light laugh.
She was silent for a few seconds.
"You won’t, right?" I asked again, turning around.
"The na’s a bit cringe," she gave a wry smile. "Star Tears."
"Holy shit," I winced. "Give so space to wash my hands, please."
She stepped to the side, still facing the mirror on top of the sink. I did my thing and then rubbed my eyes.
I noticed her dull silver eyes going over my body and giving approving nods.
"Kyaaaa," I again muttered in monotone. "Stop staring at , you pervert..."
"You’re built like a Greek God," she pointed the obvious.
"Goddess, if you would," I chuckled, running my hands through my hair and undoing the braid.
"How co you have breasts?" she asked in confusion, staring at my chest.
"Uh... I’m a woman?" I offered that possibility.
"No, I an... yours are around average size," she waved my comnt off. "I an, breasts are mostly fat. I don’t see fat anywhere else in your body. Yours should be tiny with that level of fitness."
"That... is a very good question," I nodded. "And sothing I don’t question. Maybe bags of E’er? You’re assuming breasts ’should’ be fat, but rember," I tapped my temple, "you mortal species imitate us Halves. Fat could be the ’flesh being’ way to imitate a breast that can keep milk warm. My species is different."
She blinked a few tis.
"That... doesn’t explain the size," she insisted, gesturing at my dium-sized breasts.
"I know," I nodded. "But that’s the only explanation I can think of right now. Alyssa may learn more if she keeps studying my body."
"Right," she nodded, then shrugged. "Mysteries of the universe, I guess."
"Nah," I shook my head. "I’m sure all those ’mysteries’ have a proper explanation, and my species have just kept quiet about them. I an, it’s fair considering there’s mad people trying to kill us."
"Maybe," she said, then yawned.
Her fangs were as sharp as Lapia’s, and her tongue was a very pale pink.
"Haaa..." I sighed. "Speaking of people trying to kill . Are court cases held at the Church?"
"Yeah," she eyed for a few seconds. "You’re going?"
I nodded.
"I am."
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