Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Blood and Roses ❯ Birth of an Heir ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: XIShadowxDemonIX 
An heir to the throne of the Nether Realm is born.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.24.2007 | Updated On: 04.27.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 254 | Status: Work In Progress
An heir to the throne of the Nether Realm is born.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Fantasy / Hentai / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.24.2007 | Updated On: 04.27.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 254 | Status: Work In Progress
Author’s Note: This story is definitely not for the faint of heart. There will be serious rape, violence, and angst in later chapters, and if this does not bode well with you, then please leave. I have given my warning, and so absolutely no flames will be tolerated. You know the drill, if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything- blah blah blah. Also, if parts of this story don’t make sense to you, they weren’t supposed to. It contains a fair amount of things that only one person reading this will understand, so don’t get frustrated if you don’t get it.
All characters and ideas in this story are of my own personal creation and thus belong solely to /me/.
Chapter 1
There were only six people in the room on that day. A Queen lying on a bed, quite heavy with child. Her two slaves, one at her feet and one dabbing her forehead with a cool, wet cloth. To the side of the bed were three men; an anxious King, his second-in-command, and his trusted advisor. They were gathered in that small room to witness the birth of the heir to the throne.
The tension was so thick it could be cut with a blade. They had gathered in that room once years before, but that had been a day of tragedy as the young prince was born dead.
“I can see the head...it’s almost there! Push, my lady, push like your life depends on it!” Exclaimed the slave at her feet. Indeed, the queen’s life did depend on it, for if she bore another stillborn heir, she could end up dead as well. She pushed and screamed and the slave by her head joined the one at her feet.
“There, it’s out!” Cried the slave. There was no sound as the slaves turned the infant upside-down and cleared the gunk from it’s mouth. All it took was a cuff to the behind after that, and the newborn took as shaky breath before letting out a cry, loud and long.
“It lives!” Proclaimed the first slave, overwhelmed with emotion. Grins were flashed around, and everyone looked happily to their king and back to the child.
“It’s...a girl!” The second slave announced, quieter. Grins faded as everyone in the room turned to the King to see his decision, but his grin was just as wide as before, and just as happy. He reached out for his daughter, now wrapped tightly in a warm black blanket. Looking down at his child, his expression softened as she looked up at him and stopped crying.
“Sir..? Asked the first slave who stood in front of him bowing her head slightly. He looked at her, and then over to his exhausted wife who was smiling over at them.
“Katy.” He said, handing the newly named infant to the slave, who placed her in her mother’s arms.
~~~~*~~~~
The hyperactive six-year-old demon ran around the garden chasing after fireflies under the close watch of her mother’s servant, Mika. The young woman had looked after Katy since she was born, and everything the child did continued to amaze her. While she was certainly a handful, it was never a chore to watch her; in fact, it could at times be downright amusing.
The little girl seemed to be invincible, and incredibly stubborn. Nothing ever daunted her. Even when she was told that she couldn’t do something, or couldn’t have something, she’d never give up. Now, she may not find a way to get it, but she wouldn’t give up until someone pulled her away.
Even now, chasing after fireflies, her determination was evident. She’d spot one of the fiery little bugs and away she’d go, zooming after it. Katy was actually pretty damn fast, but her coordination wasn’t quite perfect and she’d stumble and fall. The first couple times, Mika would panic, thinking the girl might hurt herself and start crying. But no, with a determined look on her face she’d jump right back up, on the lookout for another one.
Even though Katy was only six, she was a rank 4 easily. If she knew how to fight, she could probably kick some serious adult ass. Some of her traits had already begun to manifest. She was a Healer, because every time she got a cut or a scrape, it would be gone in five minutes. Being a Teleporter would also certainly explain some awkward incidents of Katy not being where she logically should of been, or of her being where she couldn’t of gone.
It was an interesting and ultimately scary concept, a rank 4 six-year-old. What were the chances of two power traits manifesting at such a young age? How many more would there end up being, before the child was grown? Would His and Her Majesty have more children as strong as this one? In a couple years, they’d try again to get their male heir, but Mika doubted that it would be another like the first.
~~~~*~~~~
A fourteen-year-old Katy sat beneath a draquil tree, playing with an asanith, a small crimson- and-orange flower similar to a daisy. It was a hot and humid afternoon, and she was sitting outside in the palace gardens. She didn’t move, except to look up with bright crimson eyes, brush a long strand of raven black hair out of her face and smile as her father walked over to her. She held the flower she’d been playing with out to him when he got near.
It was obvious to anyone who saw them together that she was his daughter. He also had crimson eyes, though they were dark, and he had hair black as night that went down to the middle of his back. He was tall, straight-backed and had a very regal air about him. His smile was warm as he reached down to take the flower she offered to him, twirling it slowly between his thumb and forefinger. He reached down to help the girl to her feet. She took his hand and he pulled back, her feet nearly coming off of the ground from the force.
His eyes were worn and anxious-looking, and his face was full of relief as he walked down a very long hallway, leading his daughter to the room where her mother and her new baby sister rested. Stern guards with sharp looking weapons flanked the doorway to the room, and servants quickly left as the man and the girl entered.
Quietly and shyly the she walked into the room and over to the bed where her mother and sister lay. She gazed in wonder at the small bundle of dark cloth lying in her mother’s arms. Her mother had long sapphire black hair what was tousled around her head, and pale red eyes. Her face was also very pale, but her expressions were soft. Her eyes opened, and she smiled down at her and lifted the bundle up so the girl could see inside.
There lay a beautiful little baby girl. Like her sister, she had bright crimson eyes and raven black hair, darker than the blankets she lay in. You could tell right away that she had pure blood running through her veins like the other members of her family. The tiny baby cooed at her sister, and the girl was immediately in love as the infant held up one tiny, stubby little arm, reaching for her.
The fourteen-year-old allowed the baby to wrap it’s tiny little hand around her pointer finger, and she met her father’s gaze with a grin as the newborn promptly fell asleep sucking on the captured finger.
Placing a hand on his eldest daughter’s shoulder, the man spoke. “Katy,” he said in a soft whisper, “This is your new baby sister Nibori.”
Katy took one last glance at her baby sister before she and her father left the room, allowing both mother and infant to sleep in silence. After walking through the long hallways for a short time, they stopped at an entryway where the hallway they were in branched off into another long corridor. Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed impatiently was her father’s second in command, Rasuo.
Rasuo was a tall, slightly stocky man with short spiky red hair and black-and-silver eyes. He was very strong, and muscular without being too muscular. He showed this off by always wearing skintight sleeveless or one-sleeved shirts, or wearing no shirt at all whenever possible. Even his arms were perfectly cut and sculpted; he looked good, and he knew it.
Of course, Rasuo was also smug, shameless, rough, and gave off an aura that gave Katy the creeps, all of which were complete turn-offs. He met her gaze and winked at her with a smirk. His eyes never left her, looking her over as Katy’s father turned to address her.
“When your sister get’s older, it’ll be your responsibility more than anyone’s to keep an eye on her and make sure she stays out of trouble. When she’s old enough, you’ll be the one to teach her the way things are. Do you understand? ”As Katy looked up at her father, she allowed the importance of his message to sink in. After a moment she nodded, and he smiled down at her with pride.
After he patted her on the shoulder he turned down the hallway past Rasuo and disappeared from sight. Katy met Rasuo’s gaze again and felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up and her stomach churn as he bit his bottom lip and gave a slight nod in the direction of Katy’s chest.
“Hey twerp, your finally getting boobs.” Katy blushed violently and glared at him as he laughed harshly, and turned down the hallway after her father. Her cheeks still red, she took a deep breath and went back out to the gardens to sit under the big leafy draquil tree.
Ignoring Rasuo, Katy was very happy. Her father was proud of her, and she had a new baby sister. Of course it would mean a lot of responsibility, but it was job that she simply would not fail. It was a well known tradition in pure blooded families for the eldest to take on the task of looking after their younger siblings, even accompanying them when they went outside to protect them from harm. Of course, it was also a tradition for the eldest to be male, and for the parents to dispose of any female babies that came before the all-important son.
That was something that her father did not have. A son. Katy felt like in a way it was her fault, and so it was her responsibility to become the female son, so to speak. It was her intent to become the strongest and the smartest that she could possibly be, and then to surpass that. She would make her father proud, so that he would never regret letting her and her sister live. In the meantime, she assumed that her parents would simply continue having children until they got their son, and Katy would look after and protect all of them without complaint.
~~~~*~~~~
Even though it wasn’t her job to take care of her, Katy still found herself waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of Nibori’s cries, and she’d stay at her side until she fell asleep again. It happened fairly frequently, so often Katy didn’t get very much sleep.
Back when Katy was six years old, her father sent her to the Academy for two years to teach her basic reading, writing, and other normal skills. Then, when Nibori was two years old, their father appointed a tutor to start teaching Katy all of the things she’d need to know as the eldest daughter of the royal family. His name was Aiden, and he began by teaching the sixteen-year-old to read, write, and speak three new different languages. It was also his job to begin schooling her in several of the varying traditional styles of fighting, which were especially important for her to learn as the oldest heir to the royal throne.
Aiden was a little over a century old, fairly young by demon standards. He had medium length silky black hair that came down a little past his chin, and he had eyes that looked like fire, a mix of red and orange. He was half pure-blood, the last of his family line, and he was brilliant. Katy’s father liked him quite a lot, and he would often request Aiden’s counsel on important matters. Because her father liked him so much, Katy liked him as well. Overall, he was a nice man, a competent teacher, and a skilled fighter. He was patient as well, which was great, though Katy was a quick learner.
The sixteen-year-old was soon spending three to six hours a day at his side, learning under his tutelage. Most of the time Aiden taught her in a secluded wing of the palace, a quiet place so that she could concentrate on her studies. Occasionally she’d accompany him on trips outside; anything ranging from meetings with important people to shopping. Whenever Aiden had something to do, he’d take her with him and teach her all about what they were doing that day. Whether it be how to pick out certain foods, how to recognize tainted or poisoned fruits, the history of the areas they were in, or how to present yourself to people you’d like to impress, it was a constant never-ending stream of information and Katy absorbed it all.
“Each of the nine Hellion Planes has it’s own ruler, but there is also a King who rules over them all. The current reigning King of Hell is a man named Ialu. He resides in the ninth plane, and has ruled there for four centuries–ever since he came back from acting as a spy in the Angelic Realm and was cast out by Kami. Now that you’re sixteen, you’ll probably meet him sometime soon... Katy? Katy. You’re not paying attention, are you?” She nearly jumped when Aiden put his hand on her shoulder and gave her a little shake. Katy blinked a couple of times, then looked up at him apologetically.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t get a lot of rest last night, Nibori wouldn’t stay asleep” she yawned. “Please, continue.” Aiden sighed and shook his head.
“You know, you don’t have to take care of your sister. Your father just said that you’d need to keep an eye on her when she’s older. But you really need to pay attention. You learning what I have to teach you is very important to your father, and we’ve got limited time. Soon your father will assign you duties, or even...well, we’ve got to try to cover as much as we can right now. He’s counting on me to teach you all that I know, and I can’t teach you when you’re not paying attention.”
Katy stared at him for a long moment. He looked so stern. She reminded herself that he had pretty much given up everything to spend almost all of his time teaching her. He was very young, but when he was stern and serious Aiden’s face looked much older. Katy knew that both he and her father were counting on her, and she wouldn’t let either of them down. Still, she was so tired. She yawned again loudly.
“Alright, why don’t we move on to something that’ll wake you up? Go put on your gi and your hakama, and meet me out in the garden.” Aiden remained motionless in his seat watching closely as Katy got up and left the room.
~~~~*~~~~
Katy rushed to the spare room where they kept all of the equipment that she used during her training. It was only a two minute walk from the room that she was just in, the one that she and Aiden used for most of her teaching. The entire area–the northeast wing of the palace–was theirs to use however they pleased. It was pretty much deserted, as it had once been the focal point of an attack by angels, or featherballs as her father liked to call them. It suffered a lot of damage, and it was never repaired. Nonetheless, despite the crumbling walls and open skies in some places, it was a quiet place to concentrate.
As soon as she entered the room, she began pulling off her clothes. It had once been a bedroom, and it had never been cleaned out, so there was still an old, damaged bed in the corner and a small brown dresser that she now used to store changes of clothes. Next to the dresser was a slightly cracked but still usable full-length mirror, and on the other side of the room were all kinds of weapons and armor. There were bows, battle axes, katanas, scimitars, daggers, throwing knives, chain mail, plate armor, anything that you could think of.
There was a small hole in the roof over the middle of the room, and the panes in window were cracked and broken, which made the room quite breezy. Her bare skin pricked with goose bumps as she bent over to get to the second-to-last drawer. Rummaging around, she pulled out her hakama shirt and skirt, but she couldn’t find her gi. After searching the other drawers she gave up and decided to go without. Turning to put them on, she caught a glimpse of her profile in the mirror and gaped. Katy couldn’t get over how much her breasts had grown in the past year; they seemed so big, and yet they were still growing. She noticed that her hips, too, were starting to get bigger. From the looks of it, she was probably going to have an hourglass figure.
Shaking her head, Katy reminded herself that Aiden was waiting for her out in the gardens. Reaching up on top of the dresser, she grabbed a wad of rolled-up two-inch wide grey linen. She began to wrap all five feet of it around her chest in order to fasten her breasts down tightly so that she could train without them hurting or getting in the way. When that was done, Katy pulled on the white shirt, and fastened the black hakama skirt around her waist.
Frowning, she turned this way and that looking down at the large patches of skin showing through the large holes on either side of her hips. Swishing her skirt and walking around in circles, she noted that the only thing that could be seen was the skin on the side of her thighs, and nothing else. It would have to do. Katy was just glad that they’d be out in their area of the garden, a space about 20' x 20' surrounded by tall hedges for complete privacy.
Walking out of the room looking down at her skirt, Katy ran right into the absolute last person she wanted to see. Rasuo grinned down at her wickedly as she stepped backwards, away from him. He didn’t even try to look her in the eyes, and she glared up at him while she backed away.
“What do you want, Rasuo?” She asked him in a harsh tone. His eyes flicked back up to her face for a second, and he began to take slow, deliberate steps towards her.
“Oh, nothing. I was just coming to assess the structural damage here, your father’s starting to consider reconstruction...” Katy’s back hit the wall, and her heart began to pound hard as he continued to advance on her. “What an interesting choice in outfit, princess...” He commented. Katy braced herself against the wall but he stopped a foot away from her. “My, you sure have grown...” Slowly, he brought his left hand down and very lightly ran just the tips of his fingers down the exposed skin of her right thigh. She shivered and swallowed hard as Rasuo’s touch left a tingling, hot sensation on her skin. He smirked down at her, raised his eyebrows once, turned and walked away.
Breathless, she stayed unmoving against the wall. Katy hated that man so much. She looked down at the spot on her thigh where he’d touched her, but he’d left no visible marks. Even so, the spot continued to tingle. ‘Bastard electric demons...’ She thought bitterly, rubbing it. Katy took a couple of slow, deep breaths to try to slow her heart down, then ran to the gardens to meet Aiden.
All characters and ideas in this story are of my own personal creation and thus belong solely to /me/.
Chapter 1
There were only six people in the room on that day. A Queen lying on a bed, quite heavy with child. Her two slaves, one at her feet and one dabbing her forehead with a cool, wet cloth. To the side of the bed were three men; an anxious King, his second-in-command, and his trusted advisor. They were gathered in that small room to witness the birth of the heir to the throne.
The tension was so thick it could be cut with a blade. They had gathered in that room once years before, but that had been a day of tragedy as the young prince was born dead.
“I can see the head...it’s almost there! Push, my lady, push like your life depends on it!” Exclaimed the slave at her feet. Indeed, the queen’s life did depend on it, for if she bore another stillborn heir, she could end up dead as well. She pushed and screamed and the slave by her head joined the one at her feet.
“There, it’s out!” Cried the slave. There was no sound as the slaves turned the infant upside-down and cleared the gunk from it’s mouth. All it took was a cuff to the behind after that, and the newborn took as shaky breath before letting out a cry, loud and long.
“It lives!” Proclaimed the first slave, overwhelmed with emotion. Grins were flashed around, and everyone looked happily to their king and back to the child.
“It’s...a girl!” The second slave announced, quieter. Grins faded as everyone in the room turned to the King to see his decision, but his grin was just as wide as before, and just as happy. He reached out for his daughter, now wrapped tightly in a warm black blanket. Looking down at his child, his expression softened as she looked up at him and stopped crying.
“Sir..? Asked the first slave who stood in front of him bowing her head slightly. He looked at her, and then over to his exhausted wife who was smiling over at them.
“Katy.” He said, handing the newly named infant to the slave, who placed her in her mother’s arms.
~~~~*~~~~
The hyperactive six-year-old demon ran around the garden chasing after fireflies under the close watch of her mother’s servant, Mika. The young woman had looked after Katy since she was born, and everything the child did continued to amaze her. While she was certainly a handful, it was never a chore to watch her; in fact, it could at times be downright amusing.
The little girl seemed to be invincible, and incredibly stubborn. Nothing ever daunted her. Even when she was told that she couldn’t do something, or couldn’t have something, she’d never give up. Now, she may not find a way to get it, but she wouldn’t give up until someone pulled her away.
Even now, chasing after fireflies, her determination was evident. She’d spot one of the fiery little bugs and away she’d go, zooming after it. Katy was actually pretty damn fast, but her coordination wasn’t quite perfect and she’d stumble and fall. The first couple times, Mika would panic, thinking the girl might hurt herself and start crying. But no, with a determined look on her face she’d jump right back up, on the lookout for another one.
Even though Katy was only six, she was a rank 4 easily. If she knew how to fight, she could probably kick some serious adult ass. Some of her traits had already begun to manifest. She was a Healer, because every time she got a cut or a scrape, it would be gone in five minutes. Being a Teleporter would also certainly explain some awkward incidents of Katy not being where she logically should of been, or of her being where she couldn’t of gone.
It was an interesting and ultimately scary concept, a rank 4 six-year-old. What were the chances of two power traits manifesting at such a young age? How many more would there end up being, before the child was grown? Would His and Her Majesty have more children as strong as this one? In a couple years, they’d try again to get their male heir, but Mika doubted that it would be another like the first.
~~~~*~~~~
A fourteen-year-old Katy sat beneath a draquil tree, playing with an asanith, a small crimson- and-orange flower similar to a daisy. It was a hot and humid afternoon, and she was sitting outside in the palace gardens. She didn’t move, except to look up with bright crimson eyes, brush a long strand of raven black hair out of her face and smile as her father walked over to her. She held the flower she’d been playing with out to him when he got near.
It was obvious to anyone who saw them together that she was his daughter. He also had crimson eyes, though they were dark, and he had hair black as night that went down to the middle of his back. He was tall, straight-backed and had a very regal air about him. His smile was warm as he reached down to take the flower she offered to him, twirling it slowly between his thumb and forefinger. He reached down to help the girl to her feet. She took his hand and he pulled back, her feet nearly coming off of the ground from the force.
His eyes were worn and anxious-looking, and his face was full of relief as he walked down a very long hallway, leading his daughter to the room where her mother and her new baby sister rested. Stern guards with sharp looking weapons flanked the doorway to the room, and servants quickly left as the man and the girl entered.
Quietly and shyly the she walked into the room and over to the bed where her mother and sister lay. She gazed in wonder at the small bundle of dark cloth lying in her mother’s arms. Her mother had long sapphire black hair what was tousled around her head, and pale red eyes. Her face was also very pale, but her expressions were soft. Her eyes opened, and she smiled down at her and lifted the bundle up so the girl could see inside.
There lay a beautiful little baby girl. Like her sister, she had bright crimson eyes and raven black hair, darker than the blankets she lay in. You could tell right away that she had pure blood running through her veins like the other members of her family. The tiny baby cooed at her sister, and the girl was immediately in love as the infant held up one tiny, stubby little arm, reaching for her.
The fourteen-year-old allowed the baby to wrap it’s tiny little hand around her pointer finger, and she met her father’s gaze with a grin as the newborn promptly fell asleep sucking on the captured finger.
Placing a hand on his eldest daughter’s shoulder, the man spoke. “Katy,” he said in a soft whisper, “This is your new baby sister Nibori.”
Katy took one last glance at her baby sister before she and her father left the room, allowing both mother and infant to sleep in silence. After walking through the long hallways for a short time, they stopped at an entryway where the hallway they were in branched off into another long corridor. Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed impatiently was her father’s second in command, Rasuo.
Rasuo was a tall, slightly stocky man with short spiky red hair and black-and-silver eyes. He was very strong, and muscular without being too muscular. He showed this off by always wearing skintight sleeveless or one-sleeved shirts, or wearing no shirt at all whenever possible. Even his arms were perfectly cut and sculpted; he looked good, and he knew it.
Of course, Rasuo was also smug, shameless, rough, and gave off an aura that gave Katy the creeps, all of which were complete turn-offs. He met her gaze and winked at her with a smirk. His eyes never left her, looking her over as Katy’s father turned to address her.
“When your sister get’s older, it’ll be your responsibility more than anyone’s to keep an eye on her and make sure she stays out of trouble. When she’s old enough, you’ll be the one to teach her the way things are. Do you understand? ”As Katy looked up at her father, she allowed the importance of his message to sink in. After a moment she nodded, and he smiled down at her with pride.
After he patted her on the shoulder he turned down the hallway past Rasuo and disappeared from sight. Katy met Rasuo’s gaze again and felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up and her stomach churn as he bit his bottom lip and gave a slight nod in the direction of Katy’s chest.
“Hey twerp, your finally getting boobs.” Katy blushed violently and glared at him as he laughed harshly, and turned down the hallway after her father. Her cheeks still red, she took a deep breath and went back out to the gardens to sit under the big leafy draquil tree.
Ignoring Rasuo, Katy was very happy. Her father was proud of her, and she had a new baby sister. Of course it would mean a lot of responsibility, but it was job that she simply would not fail. It was a well known tradition in pure blooded families for the eldest to take on the task of looking after their younger siblings, even accompanying them when they went outside to protect them from harm. Of course, it was also a tradition for the eldest to be male, and for the parents to dispose of any female babies that came before the all-important son.
That was something that her father did not have. A son. Katy felt like in a way it was her fault, and so it was her responsibility to become the female son, so to speak. It was her intent to become the strongest and the smartest that she could possibly be, and then to surpass that. She would make her father proud, so that he would never regret letting her and her sister live. In the meantime, she assumed that her parents would simply continue having children until they got their son, and Katy would look after and protect all of them without complaint.
~~~~*~~~~
Even though it wasn’t her job to take care of her, Katy still found herself waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of Nibori’s cries, and she’d stay at her side until she fell asleep again. It happened fairly frequently, so often Katy didn’t get very much sleep.
Back when Katy was six years old, her father sent her to the Academy for two years to teach her basic reading, writing, and other normal skills. Then, when Nibori was two years old, their father appointed a tutor to start teaching Katy all of the things she’d need to know as the eldest daughter of the royal family. His name was Aiden, and he began by teaching the sixteen-year-old to read, write, and speak three new different languages. It was also his job to begin schooling her in several of the varying traditional styles of fighting, which were especially important for her to learn as the oldest heir to the royal throne.
Aiden was a little over a century old, fairly young by demon standards. He had medium length silky black hair that came down a little past his chin, and he had eyes that looked like fire, a mix of red and orange. He was half pure-blood, the last of his family line, and he was brilliant. Katy’s father liked him quite a lot, and he would often request Aiden’s counsel on important matters. Because her father liked him so much, Katy liked him as well. Overall, he was a nice man, a competent teacher, and a skilled fighter. He was patient as well, which was great, though Katy was a quick learner.
The sixteen-year-old was soon spending three to six hours a day at his side, learning under his tutelage. Most of the time Aiden taught her in a secluded wing of the palace, a quiet place so that she could concentrate on her studies. Occasionally she’d accompany him on trips outside; anything ranging from meetings with important people to shopping. Whenever Aiden had something to do, he’d take her with him and teach her all about what they were doing that day. Whether it be how to pick out certain foods, how to recognize tainted or poisoned fruits, the history of the areas they were in, or how to present yourself to people you’d like to impress, it was a constant never-ending stream of information and Katy absorbed it all.
“Each of the nine Hellion Planes has it’s own ruler, but there is also a King who rules over them all. The current reigning King of Hell is a man named Ialu. He resides in the ninth plane, and has ruled there for four centuries–ever since he came back from acting as a spy in the Angelic Realm and was cast out by Kami. Now that you’re sixteen, you’ll probably meet him sometime soon... Katy? Katy. You’re not paying attention, are you?” She nearly jumped when Aiden put his hand on her shoulder and gave her a little shake. Katy blinked a couple of times, then looked up at him apologetically.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t get a lot of rest last night, Nibori wouldn’t stay asleep” she yawned. “Please, continue.” Aiden sighed and shook his head.
“You know, you don’t have to take care of your sister. Your father just said that you’d need to keep an eye on her when she’s older. But you really need to pay attention. You learning what I have to teach you is very important to your father, and we’ve got limited time. Soon your father will assign you duties, or even...well, we’ve got to try to cover as much as we can right now. He’s counting on me to teach you all that I know, and I can’t teach you when you’re not paying attention.”
Katy stared at him for a long moment. He looked so stern. She reminded herself that he had pretty much given up everything to spend almost all of his time teaching her. He was very young, but when he was stern and serious Aiden’s face looked much older. Katy knew that both he and her father were counting on her, and she wouldn’t let either of them down. Still, she was so tired. She yawned again loudly.
“Alright, why don’t we move on to something that’ll wake you up? Go put on your gi and your hakama, and meet me out in the garden.” Aiden remained motionless in his seat watching closely as Katy got up and left the room.
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Katy rushed to the spare room where they kept all of the equipment that she used during her training. It was only a two minute walk from the room that she was just in, the one that she and Aiden used for most of her teaching. The entire area–the northeast wing of the palace–was theirs to use however they pleased. It was pretty much deserted, as it had once been the focal point of an attack by angels, or featherballs as her father liked to call them. It suffered a lot of damage, and it was never repaired. Nonetheless, despite the crumbling walls and open skies in some places, it was a quiet place to concentrate.
As soon as she entered the room, she began pulling off her clothes. It had once been a bedroom, and it had never been cleaned out, so there was still an old, damaged bed in the corner and a small brown dresser that she now used to store changes of clothes. Next to the dresser was a slightly cracked but still usable full-length mirror, and on the other side of the room were all kinds of weapons and armor. There were bows, battle axes, katanas, scimitars, daggers, throwing knives, chain mail, plate armor, anything that you could think of.
There was a small hole in the roof over the middle of the room, and the panes in window were cracked and broken, which made the room quite breezy. Her bare skin pricked with goose bumps as she bent over to get to the second-to-last drawer. Rummaging around, she pulled out her hakama shirt and skirt, but she couldn’t find her gi. After searching the other drawers she gave up and decided to go without. Turning to put them on, she caught a glimpse of her profile in the mirror and gaped. Katy couldn’t get over how much her breasts had grown in the past year; they seemed so big, and yet they were still growing. She noticed that her hips, too, were starting to get bigger. From the looks of it, she was probably going to have an hourglass figure.
Shaking her head, Katy reminded herself that Aiden was waiting for her out in the gardens. Reaching up on top of the dresser, she grabbed a wad of rolled-up two-inch wide grey linen. She began to wrap all five feet of it around her chest in order to fasten her breasts down tightly so that she could train without them hurting or getting in the way. When that was done, Katy pulled on the white shirt, and fastened the black hakama skirt around her waist.
Frowning, she turned this way and that looking down at the large patches of skin showing through the large holes on either side of her hips. Swishing her skirt and walking around in circles, she noted that the only thing that could be seen was the skin on the side of her thighs, and nothing else. It would have to do. Katy was just glad that they’d be out in their area of the garden, a space about 20' x 20' surrounded by tall hedges for complete privacy.
Walking out of the room looking down at her skirt, Katy ran right into the absolute last person she wanted to see. Rasuo grinned down at her wickedly as she stepped backwards, away from him. He didn’t even try to look her in the eyes, and she glared up at him while she backed away.
“What do you want, Rasuo?” She asked him in a harsh tone. His eyes flicked back up to her face for a second, and he began to take slow, deliberate steps towards her.
“Oh, nothing. I was just coming to assess the structural damage here, your father’s starting to consider reconstruction...” Katy’s back hit the wall, and her heart began to pound hard as he continued to advance on her. “What an interesting choice in outfit, princess...” He commented. Katy braced herself against the wall but he stopped a foot away from her. “My, you sure have grown...” Slowly, he brought his left hand down and very lightly ran just the tips of his fingers down the exposed skin of her right thigh. She shivered and swallowed hard as Rasuo’s touch left a tingling, hot sensation on her skin. He smirked down at her, raised his eyebrows once, turned and walked away.
Breathless, she stayed unmoving against the wall. Katy hated that man so much. She looked down at the spot on her thigh where he’d touched her, but he’d left no visible marks. Even so, the spot continued to tingle. ‘Bastard electric demons...’ She thought bitterly, rubbing it. Katy took a couple of slow, deep breaths to try to slow her heart down, then ran to the gardens to meet Aiden.