The Halfway Inn [mission, closed]

”…What the hell are you talking about?” Justice spat in response, her expression a mix of animosity and confusion. When it came to affairs between vampires and sex demons, she had no idea what the woman was talking about. She reckoned she could use divination to investigate the past of the two species, but her indifference won in the end.

Before further conversation was made on the topic, Cheshire took the stage. It was good thing, too. The feline prevented her from braining the obstacle who decided to stand in her way, because she had bad feelings about what the duo intended to do with her significant other.

Using all her willpower to curb her bloodlust, she listened to Cheshire’s negotiations. Her eyes burned with malice while she shifted her attention between the leader and his pet, but she shrugged in the end. The Godfather would not decline more help, if the demon did not try anything malicious against anyone who did not deserve it. However, she was smart enough to piece together the succubi did not seem to harbour as much soul-sucking intent as their legend implicated.

Justice took a seat on the couch when beckoned. Folding her hands behind her head, she crossed her legs and closed her eyes. She intended to listen to what the woman had to say about it.

”She’s right. If you’re not murdering innocent people, I have no issue with you or your kind. As for that piece of shit, he wants to cause strife in my guild. He has an ulterior motive, and the most likely scenario is he’s been using you all. Make of that what you will.”

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 16

”Sure.”

Turning her attention towards the sniveling man across the room, she looked at him with violet eyes. Turning them red for a fleeting moment, she induced a strong vampiric compulsion in him to crawl over to her.

”Come here, pet,” she commanded, and watched him oblige her request like an obedient puppy. When the man got close enough to her, she formed a lasso of light that wrapped around his neck. She seemed to stylize it in the form of a leash while she looked down at him with frigid eyes. Almost expressionless aside from her naked disgust, she ushered her next order.

”Lick my boots, pig. I want you to make them shine.”

Raising her foot, she watched as the man did just that. Gluing his tongue to her boot, he began to frantically lick it. Seeking every nook and cranny, he resolved to remove every blemish of dirt clinging to both soles and the top of them. When he was almost done, her eyes narrowed. A quick kick to his jaw later and he was laid out on his back, panting for more for she had changed his sense of pain into pleasure.

”Disgusting. Why do pieces of shit like you exist? Your mother should have shoved a coat hanger up herself before it was too late,” Justice declared, pushing herself up from the couch and hauling him back over to the chair. Sitting him into the seat, she kindled an orb of light in her palm. Firing it into his chest, she began to fill him with Pleasure. Not potent enough to kill, but enough to result in torture. Never being let down, but never being allowed to achieve the conclusive cloud nine.

”We want to know everything. Why you founded this place, why you spread lies about our guild, and why you tried to kill us. Go on, we’re all ears.”

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 17

To evade the saliva missiles being fired by the crude man in the chair, Justice took a step back. She expected his resilience before she began the process. Had it been this simple, the man would have spilled the information the moment she killed his men and charged through the wall with gusto. However, she knew he would not last the next minute. Her initial display was a preliminary for what was to come. If he thought the sensation he experienced then was bad, he had no idea what was in store in the future.

Squeezing her hand as though handling a stress ball, she intensified the feeling coursing through his body. The pleasure he felt doubled, and then tripled, and then quadrupled over the span of ten seconds. His humiliation continued, but his release was not provided. It felt as though his groin could explode from the veritable ocean of pleasure and frustration entering his body. Release was the only thing he came to want in that moment—for while this level of pleasure might not kill, it would drive him insane as it continued to multiply.

”It doesn’t go when I leave, you know,” Justice said, her voice eschewing emotion. ”This feeling will linger for the rest of your life. All you have to do is tell the truth, and you’ll get your…”

The tone she may have assumed with the next word bordered on sultry. A soothing whisper, the one thing he craved the most. An articulation capable of caressing his person whole. The ultimatum proposed by the mercy of an angel. ”Release…”

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 18

The globule of snot, saliva, and whatever other elements he gathered into his mouth before launching it in her direction sped towards her. Before it landed anywhere on her person, it seemed to disintegrate in mid-air. It was unclear what technique she used for it, but the room felt hotter after she employed it. Despite his actions, her expression remained stoic. It was symbolic in a way. Try and try as he may, a weakling like him could not reach the sun without burning up even with borrowed wings.

”I stopped listening awhile ago. Would you listen to the ramblings of ants, Ivan?”

Dry, emotionless, and insensitive to the cruel desires and petty revenge he sought. Instead of turning a new leaf and becoming a respectable individual, he decided to throw out that opportunity and attempt to take the life of herself and her girlfriend. Raising her hand, she looked at the man as though he was an insect. A moment passed heavy with anticipation, and she snapped her fingers.

Perhaps in the end she gave him what he almost stammered out before. All the pleasure hit him at once, resulting in a sensation that would have felt like one hundred peaks at once. It was a lethal dosage of pleasure; one that would result in heart failure and massive hemorrhaging of the brain in instant. His death would feel like heaven, and the white mist enveloping his body represented his life force being sent straight to hell.

Turning her attention towards Cheshire, she dropped the stoicism. One look at the situation and she had her desires locked on another thing entirely. All the feline needed to do was direct her attention down low to put two and two together—assuming she could even pay attention in that moment…

(fade to black - will unfade next turn)

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 19

Well, that was fun.

In addition to the unmentionable rollercoaster of fun had the night prior, she gained a boon in the form of more eyes and ears. With their continued expansion, the guild was now becoming more than just the strongest organization in the apocalyptic world. Possessing allies, trade deals, and other settlements following their set of rules, the group was on its way to becoming the next governing body.

The Godfather stepped out of the inn, eschewing winter clothes because of a lack of need for them given her modified race. Though the smell of the previous activity lingered, she did not mind it. She imagined the limp would persist awhile, however. AJ was more attentive to her words, prodding at a certain subject.

”There’s no need, is there?” Justice started, turning towards the feline. She maintained a neutral expression, the topic at hand sobering her mind. ”There’s a safe means of not growing old available, courtesy of a certain ritual. There might be a couple ambiguous side effects, but I think it beats out me lacking you for the rest of eternity. I think you’ve seen how beneficial it can be, and the side effects easily managed…”

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 20

”Cheshire…”

Justice closed her eyes for a moment, thinking about how to reply. Cheshire seemed afraid of what would occur should she become a creature of the night, a makeshift protest in response to the proposed agenda. The blonde’s brow furrowed, and she opened her violet eyes once more. Fixating them on the feline, she spoke.

”I think you’re blowing it out of proportion. You’ve met four vampires thus far. Those four all enjoy saving kittens from trees and feeding the homeless. The one who sired them enjoys painting triangles. What exactly gives you this premonition of becoming a blood-sucking monster—? Beyond storybooks, how many rampaging, vampiric beasts do you know of? Anniken herself is addictive with her indulgence in a myriad of things, what of it? It didn’t turn her evil. We’ve seen hundreds, maybe even thousands of evil humans—in fact, they ended the world. Yet we have yet to see a single malicious vampire to date. Like humans, the alignment isn’t set in stone; it depends on the person.”

Raising her hand, she pushed back several of her golden locks. Promptly after speaking, she continued.

”Nobody drastically changed after turning, bar a posh accent for a week. But for the record, even if you changed, you’re still Cheshire to me. My feelings would never change, and I hoped that would be obvious…”

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 21