Chapter 183- The First Strike

Chapter 183- The First Strike

[Keeno POV]

I woke up groggy the next morning. Though the lullaby from Ama helped a lot, I still had annoying dreams of more people cutting my hair and. doing...unscrupulous things with it. It made me shiver.

“Ama.”

{Do you want me to start cursing again?}

“No...not yet.”

{Ok. Oh, even though I really don’t want you to, you should get dressed. Pram and Freya are waking up and are going to come check on you.}

“Ok.”

Getting up I picked through my wardrobe until I decided on some short pants and a breathable top with no sleeves. I contemplated wearing my cloak but decided that it would look weird even though I really wanted to wear it.

{Just wear it, Keeno. It’s not like the heat bothers you.}

“I know, but the colors clash. It would make me stand out even more.”

{Who are you even dressing up for? It’s not like you plan to walk around much, right?}

“Ama, is that a rhetorical question? You know I always dress up for you.”

{Aww.}

I then heard a knock on the door before it loosely swung open with Pram and Freya standing behind it.

“Did I not close it all the way last night?” (Keeno)

“Apparently not.” (Pram)

“Ama.” (Keeno)

{Nobody snuck in last night, so it’s fine.}

“Mm.” (Keeno)

“Ok...so, what happened yesterday? We waited for you to come see us and let us know, but you never did.” (Pram)

“Before that, Pram, mind helping me out with my hair?” (Keeno)

“Mm? What’s...Keeno, what happened and how much of a bloodbath was it?” (Pram)

“Only one mongrel is dead. And it’s the one that did this.” (Keeno)

I ran my fingers through the cut part of my hair and couldn’t help but frown.

“Did you get in any trouble for executing that mongrel?” (Freya)

“No.” (Keeno)

Pram walked over and sat on my bed while I sat on the ground in front of her. I recounted the events of yesterday as she trimmed my hair to be even on both sides with some scissors she pulled out of her ring.

“Honestly, Keeno. I’m surprised you didn’t kill every living thing there. I know how much time and hard work you put into your hair. I mean, even I’d go for more than just one person’s head.” (Pram)

I turned around and saw the hallucination I did earlier, though this time I’m quite sure she was real. She stood a head taller than me with dark grey, nearing black, skin and tufts of fur around her neck, wrists, and ankles. Her eyes were black, similar to the princess’s, but the irises were a fury orange, and she had trails of bright orange flames flowing like ribbons from her eyes. Her chest was bountiful and covered with the bare minimum of what could be called clothes, same as her lower body where a tail as equally black as her hair slowly waved from side to side. Her otherworldly beauty captivated me.

“Now, now, you don’t have to go and wake up those poor sleepyheads. I’m right here after all. A big, strong, smart, male like you wouldn’t keep a lonely lady waiting, right?”

She crossed an arm under her breasts, pushing them up and making them slightly jiggle, drawing my eyes.

“Who a-”

“Shhh. No need for words, only actions.”

She stepped toward me, and I could feel the heat radiating off her body. It was like she had been made from flames themselves, yet the heat did not burn me, it only made me feel more invigorated. It made my mind numb, and I practically lunged forward in an attempt to grab her, but she slipped away like smoke.

“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t be so hasty, we have all the time in the world to enjoy ourselves, so let’s take. It. Slow.”

She said these last words from behind me, in a quiet whisper in my ear as her arms wrapped around me, her luscious mounds pressing into my naked back. Her hot breath against my neck sent more chills down my spine and stood proud. She dragged one of her sharp claws down my chest sensually leaving a trail of precision heat in its wake. I tried to turn around in an attempt to kiss her, but my body didn’t move, betraying the amount of strength this mystery woman possessed.

“Don’t you know it’s rude for prey to try and take the lead? When you’re with me I’m in control.”

The almost beastly way she said this gave me a sensation I’d never felt before, yet didn’t really mind as it was quite exciting. She pushed me lightly toward the door and out of the washroom. Moving around the still unconscious foxes I was forcefully pushed onto the bed, still face down. She flipped me over and a hand wrapped around my throat.

“Now then, let’s really get started. Die for my Mistress.”

My eyes went wide as the pressure continued to increase around my throat. I tried flailing, but I couldn’t muster any strength, and no sound was able to escape. The woman seemed to be getting pleasure from choking the life out of me, if the wet sensation on my stomach was anything to go by. She put her other hand around my throat to speed up the process.

“Don’t worry, my little prey, this won’t be the last time we meet. I’ll get to have so much fun with your soul soon.”

I could no longer understand her words as the only thing I could hear was my own heartbeat and the blood flowing in my body as my vision slowly went dark.

“Fufufufufu. Mmm! Yes, give me your soul.”

And thus, the first of many nobles in Lokir lost their lives not knowing why or who killed them.

Chaos Realm:

Luna: I’m glad that Death Spirit rescued those Kitsune afterwards. I’d hate for them to be blamed for whatever that mongrel’s name is death.

I agree. Especially knowing the treatment those that offend or worse attack or kill a noble receive, it’s a good thing they were taken out of there.

Luna: None of this makes me want to descend any less.

I know.

Order: *popping into the room*Oh hello Luna.

Luna: Hello.

Did you need something?

Order: Everything is ready, just need you to come. I’m here to pick you up.

Ok. Luna.

Luna: Yeah, I’ll watch the place. Go have fun.

*The couple then leaves while Luna turns her attention back to Keeno’s world*