Siela woke up slowly. At first she thought she was still dreaming. Fluffy pillows under her head, a thick blanket on top. The last thing she remembered was being fucked senseless, not comfortable on a bed. Then the soreness from below hit her.
“Damn,” she said with a wince as she sat up. The blanket falling she noticed Asher was already gone. Hoping she hadn’t been out too long she willed clothes on. Butterflies in her stomach she had never felt this before. Love.
It was a foreign idea to her. Siela’s parents hadn’t really loved one another when they married. Her mother’s father ran the sector Siela’s father ran now. It had all been political, but love grew between them as Siela grew older. It wasn’t till her mother died that her father really understood how much he loved her. At least that was what Alconsus told Siela anyway.
For so long she had never thought it was possible. Spending her time with tutors she hadn’t believed it was real until meeting the Lawful Good. There was something about the man that had drawn her in. Despite the women around him she wanted him as well. And now she understood what those that clung to him felt. Belief that he could make anything happen.
A part of her knew it was impossible to be with him. Yet a growing part of her was beginning to believe he really could do it. For now all she could do was have faith. Her heart hardening she would have to come up with a reason to stop her father’s push for her to get engaged. Or if she did have to get engaged, push the marriage back somehow. 5 year long engagements weren’t out of the question. She would live for thousands of years. Siela would push it back as long as it took for Asher to find a solution.
A smile on her face her Comm buzzed in her pocket. It was her father. Fear gripping her, she answered it. “Hello father.”
“There you are. Siela, the meeting starts soon. I expect you here, now.” Alconsus hung up.
Siela stared at her phone. Cursing she put it away and got up. On wobbly legs Siela blushed as she pictured what they had just done. Asher continued to amaze her with his skills. The interesting thing was she knew he was strong too. She had watched every one of his trials. Though she admitted there was an attraction for her with heroes, only he had drawn her eye during the Champion Trials.
With each step out of the tent she felt better. The crowd was as thick as ever as people walked around. She had meant to get her own massage and hair done, but when Tiffany found her she had been a blubbering mess about where Asher and her left things. Tiff guided her to the tent to cool off. She hadn’t expected Asher to join her.
Tiffany too was a source of confusion for Siela. The woman had been there when she lost her virginity. Siela had never been interested in women before, but now she couldn’t help but be attracted to the pink/blue haired first-wife. Always making sure everyone had a turn with Asher she never hogged him. Just as happy to be eating Siela out as getting fucked by her husband, it was an interesting dynamic that she wanted to understand better. High humans were all monogamous. Polygamy was very foreign.
Once she was sure no one was following her, Siela headed toward the Sector Pods. She walked through the area unquestioned. On her way to her father’s section of Prime everyone knew her there. Once there a guard saluted and escorted her to the meeting place. She had known the meeting was that day, but Asher had taken precedence. Feeling better now than in a long time, she walked into the conference room confidently.
Siela was nearly knocked out as the mana assaulted her. Sweating immediately her gaze moved across the faces of those at the large table. The strongest people in the universe sat around it, the Primevals. There were 22 sitting there currently. Quite the number, Siela knew that usually only 10 showed up for the annual meeting.
The room itself was one of the largest available. Almost a half mile wide and tall it was strictly saved for the important delegates.
“There you are,” Alconsus said walking over to her. “With me.” He moved them over to a side wall. “I want you to understand how this goes. You need to get used to this aura if you are to run this sector one day.”
Siela nodded. She didn’t plan on running the sector, but who wouldn’t want to see a gathering of so many Primevals? They were quiet for now as they waited for something. Siela recognized most of them. There were plenty of pictures in the Primeval History class she took last semester.
There was Hyrtem, the Holy Primeval. He was an Angelos. 7 feet tall his wide white feathered wings hung at his side. His chest was bare as he looked bored around the room. Next to him was Aiysoyim the Ice Primeval. A pale elf, her few wrinkles made her extra beautiful. Siela had wanted to meet her at the auction, but didn’t risk it. She had been afraid her guard would see how much Siela stared at Asher or tried to get close to him.
Next to Aiysoyim was Boreal the Wind Primeval. An Aurae she was a step above a sylph. Her skin was ethereal as a tempest of wind raged inside of her. Skinny and petite her eyes moved quickly between the Primeval’s faces.
Tellus the Geo Primeval was next to her. Gray beard and bald head he appeared the oldest, but on Prime he was one of the most revered. The dwarf had moved the moons into place for Prime to be built around them. He wore thick red and black armor as he munched on some nuts and drank from a goblet.
Those were just the most well known Primevals. Ones that had the days of the week named after them. There was Dama the Mind Primeval, Paretess the Soul, Platy-Hiren the Gravity, and Mussjep was another Geo. Not as well known as Tellus, but still one of the strongest people in the universe. Siela stopped trying to remember them all as the door opened once more.
She felt a chill in the air as Yevus the Darkness Primeval stepped in. Tall and regal he had all the confidence in the world as he sat at the circular table.
“Welcome friends,” Yevus said. “I’m glad so many could make it.”
“We are here because you said it was an emergency,” Aiysoyim said
“And you said I’d get some of your beer,” Tellus barked as he slid his goblet over. Yevus smiled as he poured some alcohol into it and slid it back.
“Good,” Tellus said with a smile as he sipped it. “No foreplay, let’s get down to business.” A few nodded from around the table. Yevus didn’t appear to care about the outburst.
“League Prime is facing destruction,” Yevus said. Siela had expected more of a reaction. Most laughed or rolled their eyes.
“Again?” Hyrtem said. The Angelos especially appeared annoyed.
“Which hero is it this time?” Dama asked.
“None as far as I know. A hero actually has a quest to save Prime for once,” Yevus said. That quieted the room down.
“What?! How? Impossible!” More than a few exclaimed.
“My thoughts exactly,” Yevus said. “We are used to Heroes trying to destroy Prime. This one has a quest to save it.”
“Which hero?” Aiysoyim asked.
“The Lawful Good,” Yevus said. The room quieted as they looked to one another. At the table. Siela had no idea what was going on. Were heroes usually sent to destroy Prime? What was their reaction about Asher? She looked to her father, but he stared straight ahead. Refusing to meet her eyes.
“Another Lawful Good?” Pharetess asked.
“You probably don’t know since you don’t leave often,” Yevus said. “Dea Tacitae is currently sponsoring the Lawful Good.”
“Ha! Dea is dead,” Pharetess said with a laugh. No one joined him in it. “Isn’t she?”
“Apparently not,” Yevus said. “She appeared some months ago. Dropped off the paperwork for a sponsorship then was gone. No one saw her enter or leave Prime.”
“You can’t be serious?” Mussjep spat. “How is she still alive?”
“I do not know,” Yevus said. “But that doesn’t change anything. Dea appears to enjoy being holed up wherever she has been. For now we have a serious threat to Prime. No one has ever received a quest to save it before.”
“Let it burn,” Hyrtem said. “Most of us abandoned it long ago. You know its a lost cause.”
“No I do not,” Yevus said. “And apparently the System does not either if it made a quest.”
“Has anyone else received the quest?” Aiysoyim asked. The Ice elf did not change her expression as the conversation went on.
“No, only the Lawful Good and his women,” Yevus said.
“Do we kill them?” Boreal asked. Siela’s heart clenched.
“We could,” Yevus said. “Someone else might get the quest then. I am open to suggestions. Also we could use some help, a few Primevals would do wonders just in case the worst happens.”
“How very disappointing,” a dark voice said. Stepping out of the wall like it hadn’t been there. Siela’s heart clenched. Not just from fear, but the massive amount of mana that was expelled from the woman. She was only a few dozen feet away. Siela recognized her right away. Long black hair, pale gray skin. She wore black sashes around her body as clothes. Siela knew of the woman. She was the Queen of Death.
“Dea,” Yevus said. It was not the calm and collected voice he had been portraying. His voice cracked as everyone turned to stare at the Primeval of Death.
Dea’s gaze glanced over all the Primevals. Black mana surrounded her on the floor. Alconsus grabbed Siela’s hand and dragged her back toward the door. The black mana spread around Dea quickly. She stopped walking as she came up to the table. 2 of the lesser known Primevals backed away as she did. A bored look on her face, her eyes moved over all of them.
“How sad,” Dea hissed. “8,000 years and you are all still so weak. I see most of you have kept the little present I gave you. Still struggling to fix it, Yevus my dear?” She asked. A venomous tone in her voice the mana around the room exploded as the Primevals got ready for a fight.
“What are you doing here Dea?” Yevus asked. He tried to pretend to be unphased, but even Siela could see it. The fear in his eyes.
“I came to see if you all have changed at all. But no, you are as bad as ever. Pretending to be gods of these lower levels. You’re as bad as the Celestials,” she spat. Stepping away from the table she began walking around it. Everyone’s eyes were transfixed on her.
“I simply came here after so long to say hello, and yet you are here scheming like ever before. Talking about killing the man I chose to sponsor. As if I wouldn’t claim each of your heads for touching him,” Dea said. “Or would you make it look like another accident?”
“We never-” Yevus stopped as she stared at him. Her mana moved toward him.
“You did,” Dea said. “You would. I thought time away would help me with my grief. But no, I won’t be happy until I see you all dead.” Siela thought she heard the woman wrong, she had said the words emotionlessly. But then the mana skyrocketed again. The crown on her head glowed and everything turned black. Siela heard screams as the blackness disappeared and a quest appeared.
—
Asher was fucking Tiffany hard as his Double did the same to Zora. The recent virgins had passed out quickly after another round. Joon came into the tent and disrobed.
“Awww, I missed it,” she said.
“Sorry, couldn’t find you,” Asher said. Tiffany began cumming as he continued inside her.
“Well I’m -” Joon stopped as they all received the quest.
| MANDATORY RED QUEST ALERT |
| League Prime is facing destruction. |
| Quest Objective: |
| Kill Dea Tacitae |
| Time Limit: ------- |
| Quest Rewards: |
| Experience Points |
| Syscos |
| Random Gear |
“Fuck!” Asher said as he lost his boner faster than ever before. The 4 of them were clothed quickly as the ground began to shake. Running outside the tent more than one person was looking at an invisible screen. “Double Fuck!” He said.
“What do we do?” Tiffany asked.
“We find her, and save her,” Asher said. She smiled widely from his answer. “Where’s Gen?”
“Here!” She said running up to them. Nsabita was beside her.
“Is this related to your quest?” Nsabita asked.
“No idea,” Asher said. “You don’t have to join us. None of you do. I can try to figure it out on my own.”
“Are you stupid?” Tiffany asked. “Of course we are going. It’s Dea.” Asher looked around. Genevieve and Nsabita hesitated, but they nodded as well.
“Where do we go?” Zora asked.
“That way I’m guessing,” Joon said pointing at the far wall. The white metal began to darken and turn black.
“This is going to suck,” Asher said. They started running toward the danger. Some people joined them unsure what was happening. The party ended quickly. People began to scream and yell, but his group was the first one on the platform elevator. Taking it up to the Sector Pod section they were not the first ones there. People ran to the pods and yelled. Pandemonium was all around them.
“Triple fuck,” Joon said for him.
“Time to stop playing around,” Asher said. Pulling mana into his lungs he let out a Physical heavy Sex Bomb. People were blown forward as it hit them. The group ran past the people on the ground. Guards at the pod entrance Asher flashed the access badge Alconsus had given him.
“What the hell is that for?” One of the guards asked. He was a high human that towered over Asher.
“It’s supposed to give me special access. I’m here on a quest,” Asher said.
“All of us are, kid,” the man said. “There is a kill quest, and we are all taking part in it.”
Asher gritted his teeth. There was a sector pod right behind the guard. He looked to Joon. She opened a portal into the pod. The 5 of them stepped through as the guard yelled at them. “Damn I love you,” Asher told her. She pushed the button to get them moving toward whatever chaotic mana they were feeling.
“Yeah, well what’s the plan?” Joon asked. The exterior of the pod was discolored now as well. He could feel the volatile mana as Death spread everywhere.
“No idea,” Asher said. “If this is our red quest then maybe I can fix whatever she is doing,” Asher said. “I’m going to need you, Tiff.”
“Yeah, yeah, we might need to smack some sense into her,” Tiffany said. “But she is our Dea.”
“I agree,” he said.
“Listen, we don’t have whatever weird friendship you guys have with her,” Joon said. “But she is a Primeval. I mean you all feel that right?” They stared at where the mana was coming from. It had only gotten stronger. “Primevals are no joke. She could make us disappear with the wave of her hand. We could cease to be with a thought. My home portal is ready if we need to skedaddle.”
Asher looked around to the girls. He could feel their fear. He felt some of it too, but not near as much. They had a goal right then. The last thing he wanted to do was to let Deacia be killed for some stupid quest.
“My vote is to stay,” Asher said. Before anyone else could answer a huge wave of Death mana blasted through the wall next to them. Their pod was blown off of the ring station. Cartwheeling through the vacuum of space violently.
The small pod stayed together but immediately depressurized as the hole in the side grew larger. Asher barely had any breath in him. The Pristine Necklace oxygen was sucked out of the open hole continuously. Ripping off his Mindguard he grabbed the girls with condensed Physical tendrils. None screamed. Joon bled deeply from her head. He thought at Tiffany, MOVE THE POD. No mana came from her. Eyes closed she was knocked out as well.
Asher pulled the girls close to him and jumped out the gaping hole in the side of the pod. They were spit out going the opposite direction of Prim. The Pristine Necklace fought some of the cold, but not all. His skin cracked as it froze. Losing consciousness, his eardrums burst, and was unable to see out of burning eyes. They were already close to death. Asher closed his eyes, using the bottomless Death Mana as a guide he focused another Physical tendril out toward it.
Lungs finally empty he wasn’t sure if he was able to latch onto something. He made the tendril pull them forward. Asher felt his body jolt in the direction. Risking it he opened his eyes enough to see the gaping hole that had made them be shot out. His eyeballs felt like they were on fire as blood filled them.
Fighting with all he had to stay conscious they were inside. The Pristine Necklace still shot oxygen out, but it was sucked behind him. He didn’t risk exposing his lungs to the vacuum of space. No air available he noticed there was still another open wall, then another. He pulled them all through. His Physical Mana acting like tentacles he kept moving them. Asher was lucky mana didn’t require oxygen. But his brain did. His mind was already sluggish with the lack of oxygen.
A door on one side of the wall Asher moved his access ring to it. The door dinged and surprisingly opened. Asher blacked out before he could walk them through. A black tentacle was the last thing he noticed.
Siela woke up slowly. At first she thought she was still dreaming. Fluffy pillows under her head, a thick blanket on top. The last thing she remembered was being fucked senseless, not comfortable on a bed. Then the soreness from below hit her.
“Damn,” she said with a wince as she sat up. The blanket falling she noticed Asher was already gone. Hoping she hadn’t been out too long she willed clothes on. Butterflies in her stomach she had never felt this before. Love.
It was a foreign idea to her. Siela’s parents hadn’t really loved one another when they married. Her mother’s father ran the sector Siela’s father ran now. It had all been political, but love grew between them as Siela grew older. It wasn’t till her mother died that her father really understood how much he loved her. At least that was what Alconsus told Siela anyway.
For so long she had never thought it was possible. Spending her time with tutors she hadn’t believed it was real until meeting the Lawful Good. There was something about the man that had drawn her in. Despite the women around him she wanted him as well. And now she understood what those that clung to him felt. Belief that he could make anything happen.
A part of her knew it was impossible to be with him. Yet a growing part of her was beginning to believe he really could do it. For now all she could do was have faith. Her heart hardening she would have to come up with a reason to stop her father’s push for her to get engaged. Or if she did have to get engaged, push the marriage back somehow. 5 year long engagements weren’t out of the question. She would live for thousands of years. Siela would push it back as long as it took for Asher to find a solution.
A smile on her face her Comm buzzed in her pocket. It was her father. Fear gripping her, she answered it. “Hello father.”
“There you are. Siela, the meeting starts soon. I expect you here, now.” Alconsus hung up.
Siela stared at her phone. Cursing she put it away and got up. On wobbly legs Siela blushed as she pictured what they had just done. Asher continued to amaze her with his skills. The interesting thing was she knew he was strong too. She had watched every one of his trials. Though she admitted there was an attraction for her with heroes, only he had drawn her eye during the Champion Trials.
With each step out of the tent she felt better. The crowd was as thick as ever as people walked around. She had meant to get her own massage and hair done, but when Tiffany found her she had been a blubbering mess about where Asher and her left things. Tiff guided her to the tent to cool off. She hadn’t expected Asher to join her.
Tiffany too was a source of confusion for Siela. The woman had been there when she lost her virginity. Siela had never been interested in women before, but now she couldn’t help but be attracted to the pink/blue haired first-wife. Always making sure everyone had a turn with Asher she never hogged him. Just as happy to be eating Siela out as getting fucked by her husband, it was an interesting dynamic that she wanted to understand better. High humans were all monogamous. Polygamy was very foreign.
Once she was sure no one was following her, Siela headed toward the Sector Pods. She walked through the area unquestioned. On her way to her father’s section of Prime everyone knew her there. Once there a guard saluted and escorted her to the meeting place. She had known the meeting was that day, but Asher had taken precedence. Feeling better now than in a long time, she walked into the conference room confidently.
Siela was nearly knocked out as the mana assaulted her. Sweating immediately her gaze moved across the faces of those at the large table. The strongest people in the universe sat around it, the Primevals. There were 22 sitting there currently. Quite the number, Siela knew that usually only 10 showed up for the annual meeting.
The room itself was one of the largest available. Almost a half mile wide and tall it was strictly saved for the important delegates.
“There you are,” Alconsus said walking over to her. “With me.” He moved them over to a side wall. “I want you to understand how this goes. You need to get used to this aura if you are to run this sector one day.”
Siela nodded. She didn’t plan on running the sector, but who wouldn’t want to see a gathering of so many Primevals? They were quiet for now as they waited for something. Siela recognized most of them. There were plenty of pictures in the Primeval History class she took last semester.
There was Hyrtem, the Holy Primeval. He was an Angelos. 7 feet tall his wide white feathered wings hung at his side. His chest was bare as he looked bored around the room. Next to him was Aiysoyim the Ice Primeval. A pale elf, her few wrinkles made her extra beautiful. Siela had wanted to meet her at the auction, but didn’t risk it. She had been afraid her guard would see how much Siela stared at Asher or tried to get close to him.
Next to Aiysoyim was Boreal the Wind Primeval. An Aurae she was a step above a sylph. Her skin was ethereal as a tempest of wind raged inside of her. Skinny and petite her eyes moved quickly between the Primeval’s faces.
Tellus the Geo Primeval was next to her. Gray beard and bald head he appeared the oldest, but on Prime he was one of the most revered. The dwarf had moved the moons into place for Prime to be built around them. He wore thick red and black armor as he munched on some nuts and drank from a goblet.
Those were just the most well known Primevals. Ones that had the days of the week named after them. There was Dama the Mind Primeval, Paretess the Soul, Platy-Hiren the Gravity, and Mussjep was another Geo. Not as well known as Tellus, but still one of the strongest people in the universe. Siela stopped trying to remember them all as the door opened once more.
She felt a chill in the air as Yevus the Darkness Primeval stepped in. Tall and regal he had all the confidence in the world as he sat at the circular table.
“Welcome friends,” Yevus said. “I’m glad so many could make it.”
“We are here because you said it was an emergency,” Aiysoyim said
“And you said I’d get some of your beer,” Tellus barked as he slid his goblet over. Yevus smiled as he poured some alcohol into it and slid it back.
“Good,” Tellus said with a smile as he sipped it. “No foreplay, let’s get down to business.” A few nodded from around the table. Yevus didn’t appear to care about the outburst.
“League Prime is facing destruction,” Yevus said. Siela had expected more of a reaction. Most laughed or rolled their eyes.
“Again?” Hyrtem said. The Angelos especially appeared annoyed.
“Which hero is it this time?” Dama asked.
“None as far as I know. A hero actually has a quest to save Prime for once,” Yevus said. That quieted the room down.
“What?! How? Impossible!” More than a few exclaimed.
“My thoughts exactly,” Yevus said. “We are used to Heroes trying to destroy Prime. This one has a quest to save it.”
“Which hero?” Aiysoyim asked.
“The Lawful Good,” Yevus said. The room quieted as they looked to one another. At the table. Siela had no idea what was going on. Were heroes usually sent to destroy Prime? What was their reaction about Asher? She looked to her father, but he stared straight ahead. Refusing to meet her eyes.
“Another Lawful Good?” Pharetess asked.
“You probably don’t know since you don’t leave often,” Yevus said. “Dea Tacitae is currently sponsoring the Lawful Good.”
“Ha! Dea is dead,” Pharetess said with a laugh. No one joined him in it. “Isn’t she?”
“Apparently not,” Yevus said. “She appeared some months ago. Dropped off the paperwork for a sponsorship then was gone. No one saw her enter or leave Prime.”
“You can’t be serious?” Mussjep spat. “How is she still alive?”
“I do not know,” Yevus said. “But that doesn’t change anything. Dea appears to enjoy being holed up wherever she has been. For now we have a serious threat to Prime. No one has ever received a quest to save it before.”
“Let it burn,” Hyrtem said. “Most of us abandoned it long ago. You know its a lost cause.”
“No I do not,” Yevus said. “And apparently the System does not either if it made a quest.”
“Has anyone else received the quest?” Aiysoyim asked. The Ice elf did not change her expression as the conversation went on.
“No, only the Lawful Good and his women,” Yevus said.
“Do we kill them?” Boreal asked. Siela’s heart clenched.
“We could,” Yevus said. “Someone else might get the quest then. I am open to suggestions. Also we could use some help, a few Primevals would do wonders just in case the worst happens.”
“How very disappointing,” a dark voice said. Stepping out of the wall like it hadn’t been there. Siela’s heart clenched. Not just from fear, but the massive amount of mana that was expelled from the woman. She was only a few dozen feet away. Siela recognized her right away. Long black hair, pale gray skin. She wore black sashes around her body as clothes. Siela knew of the woman. She was the Queen of Death.
“Dea,” Yevus said. It was not the calm and collected voice he had been portraying. His voice cracked as everyone turned to stare at the Primeval of Death.
Dea’s gaze glanced over all the Primevals. Black mana surrounded her on the floor. Alconsus grabbed Siela’s hand and dragged her back toward the door. The black mana spread around Dea quickly. She stopped walking as she came up to the table. 2 of the lesser known Primevals backed away as she did. A bored look on her face, her eyes moved over all of them.
“How sad,” Dea hissed. “8,000 years and you are all still so weak. I see most of you have kept the little present I gave you. Still struggling to fix it, Yevus my dear?” She asked. A venomous tone in her voice the mana around the room exploded as the Primevals got ready for a fight.
“What are you doing here Dea?” Yevus asked. He tried to pretend to be unphased, but even Siela could see it. The fear in his eyes.
“I came to see if you all have changed at all. But no, you are as bad as ever. Pretending to be gods of these lower levels. You’re as bad as the Celestials,” she spat. Stepping away from the table she began walking around it. Everyone’s eyes were transfixed on her.
“I simply came here after so long to say hello, and yet you are here scheming like ever before. Talking about killing the man I chose to sponsor. As if I wouldn’t claim each of your heads for touching him,” Dea said. “Or would you make it look like another accident?”
“We never-” Yevus stopped as she stared at him. Her mana moved toward him.
“You did,” Dea said. “You would. I thought time away would help me with my grief. But no, I won’t be happy until I see you all dead.” Siela thought she heard the woman wrong, she had said the words emotionlessly. But then the mana skyrocketed again. The crown on her head glowed and everything turned black. Siela heard screams as the blackness disappeared and a quest appeared.
—
Asher was fucking Tiffany hard as his Double did the same to Zora. The recent virgins had passed out quickly after another round. Joon came into the tent and disrobed.
“Awww, I missed it,” she said.
“Sorry, couldn’t find you,” Asher said. Tiffany began cumming as he continued inside her.
“Well I’m -” Joon stopped as they all received the quest.
| MANDATORY RED QUEST ALERT |
| League Prime is facing destruction. |
| Quest Objective: |
| Kill Dea Tacitae |
| Time Limit: ------- |
| Quest Rewards: |
| Experience Points |
| Syscos |
| Random Gear |
“Fuck!” Asher said as he lost his boner faster than ever before. The 4 of them were clothed quickly as the ground began to shake. Running outside the tent more than one person was looking at an invisible screen. “Double Fuck!” He said.
“What do we do?” Tiffany asked.
“We find her, and save her,” Asher said. She smiled widely from his answer. “Where’s Gen?”
“Here!” She said running up to them. Nsabita was beside her.
“Is this related to your quest?” Nsabita asked.
“No idea,” Asher said. “You don’t have to join us. None of you do. I can try to figure it out on my own.”
“Are you stupid?” Tiffany asked. “Of course we are going. It’s Dea.” Asher looked around. Genevieve and Nsabita hesitated, but they nodded as well.
“Where do we go?” Zora asked.
“That way I’m guessing,” Joon said pointing at the far wall. The white metal began to darken and turn black.
“This is going to suck,” Asher said. They started running toward the danger. Some people joined them unsure what was happening. The party ended quickly. People began to scream and yell, but his group was the first one on the platform elevator. Taking it up to the Sector Pod section they were not the first ones there. People ran to the pods and yelled. Pandemonium was all around them.
“Triple fuck,” Joon said for him.
“Time to stop playing around,” Asher said. Pulling mana into his lungs he let out a Physical heavy Sex Bomb. People were blown forward as it hit them. The group ran past the people on the ground. Guards at the pod entrance Asher flashed the access badge Alconsus had given him.
“What the hell is that for?” One of the guards asked. He was a high human that towered over Asher.
“It’s supposed to give me special access. I’m here on a quest,” Asher said.
“All of us are, kid,” the man said. “There is a kill quest, and we are all taking part in it.”
Asher gritted his teeth. There was a sector pod right behind the guard. He looked to Joon. She opened a portal into the pod. The 5 of them stepped through as the guard yelled at them. “Damn I love you,” Asher told her. She pushed the button to get them moving toward whatever chaotic mana they were feeling.
“Yeah, well what’s the plan?” Joon asked. The exterior of the pod was discolored now as well. He could feel the volatile mana as Death spread everywhere.
“No idea,” Asher said. “If this is our red quest then maybe I can fix whatever she is doing,” Asher said. “I’m going to need you, Tiff.”
“Yeah, yeah, we might need to smack some sense into her,” Tiffany said. “But she is our Dea.”
“I agree,” he said.
“Listen, we don’t have whatever weird friendship you guys have with her,” Joon said. “But she is a Primeval. I mean you all feel that right?” They stared at where the mana was coming from. It had only gotten stronger. “Primevals are no joke. She could make us disappear with the wave of her hand. We could cease to be with a thought. My home portal is ready if we need to skedaddle.”
Asher looked around to the girls. He could feel their fear. He felt some of it too, but not near as much. They had a goal right then. The last thing he wanted to do was to let Deacia be killed for some stupid quest.
“My vote is to stay,” Asher said. Before anyone else could answer a huge wave of Death mana blasted through the wall next to them. Their pod was blown off of the ring station. Cartwheeling through the vacuum of space violently.
The small pod stayed together but immediately depressurized as the hole in the side grew larger. Asher barely had any breath in him. The Pristine Necklace oxygen was sucked out of the open hole continuously. Ripping off his Mindguard he grabbed the girls with condensed Physical tendrils. None screamed. Joon bled deeply from her head. He thought at Tiffany, MOVE THE POD. No mana came from her. Eyes closed she was knocked out as well.
Asher pulled the girls close to him and jumped out the gaping hole in the side of the pod. They were spit out going the opposite direction of Prim. The Pristine Necklace fought some of the cold, but not all. His skin cracked as it froze. Losing consciousness, his eardrums burst, and was unable to see out of burning eyes. They were already close to death. Asher closed his eyes, using the bottomless Death Mana as a guide he focused another Physical tendril out toward it.
Lungs finally empty he wasn’t sure if he was able to latch onto something. He made the tendril pull them forward. Asher felt his body jolt in the direction. Risking it he opened his eyes enough to see the gaping hole that had made them be shot out. His eyeballs felt like they were on fire as blood filled them.
Fighting with all he had to stay conscious they were inside. The Pristine Necklace still shot oxygen out, but it was sucked behind him. He didn’t risk exposing his lungs to the vacuum of space. No air available he noticed there was still another open wall, then another. He pulled them all through. His Physical Mana acting like tentacles he kept moving them. Asher was lucky mana didn’t require oxygen. But his brain did. His mind was already sluggish with the lack of oxygen.
A door on one side of the wall Asher moved his access ring to it. The door dinged and surprisingly opened. Asher blacked out before he could walk them through. A black tentacle was the last thing he noticed.
