After spending a fair deal of time playing her captive, Salem began fiddling with the bracelet Renny left her as she relaxed on the couch. Kayi, on the other hand, lay naked across the woman's knee, her bottom having been thoroughly worked on to the point of turning red. And yet, despite the humiliation, some part of her felt at ease even after a pair of handcuffs were slapped across her wrists, binding her own arms behind her back.
"So if I call her...they'll invite me to their little club?" Salem asked as she placed her prosthetic hand against the girl's bottom.
"Most likely." Kayi panted. "But I don't make the calls. There's no guarantee."
"About that..."
"I-I'm telling the truth!"
"Most of it," the red mother yawned, as she began kneading the girl's bottom like a batch of dough.
"I'm not a liar!" The petite girl squeaked as she kicked her legs back and forth.
"Never said you were."
"Iris is my Baroness I told you. Renny is her secretary!"
"Tell me more," Salem grunted as she slapped the girl's bottom.
"Eek!" Kayi grunted. "That's it!"
"Not the whole story."
"Iris wants you as a queen! As her wife!" Kayi begged. "It hurts!"
"Mhm," the red mother tilted her head. as she splayed her mechanical fingers across the girl's crotch "Let's switch it up then."
"Ah-ah! Okay! Okay!"
"Let me hear it."
"I'm a crossbreed!" Kayi screamed. "A filthy, worthless humanoid from the surface."
"Oh really." Salem smiled as she shifted her fingers. "Shocking revelation."
"A-and," the petite girl stuttered. "Aaugh!"
"Almost there."
"Iris took me in! She had my mother taken from the surface. She k-killed her! Gave me everything I had!"
"I see," the red mother nodded as she placed a calming hand on the girl's face, tears welling up in her green eyes as she continued.
"I'm her pet. Her favorite trinket. I worked all my life to earn a place as her underling. All I ever wanted was to fit in."
"And have you?"
"No."
"I'm sorry to hear that little one. Rest assured, it won't get any easier." Salem explained as she shifted the girl's body into a fetal position, holding her more closely in a caring embrace. "I would know."
"That's why you...didn't kill me," Kayi mumbled as she began to cry. "Salem..."
"You're much quieter like this, Kayi."
"That's how I usually am."
"Before I shut you up."
"I..." Kayi whispered, her voice becoming more dull as she spoke fewer and fewer words. "I don't know what to say, Salem."
"Sometimes we need someone to humble us before we accept our surroundings. That's why I did all this. A part of me hopes you understand," the red mother gestured as she gave the girl a kiss on her head. "It's morbid and delusional, I know. But that's the kind of woman I've become. So there's your data."
Kayi then snuggled closer to Salem, accepting her position as something acceptable.
"Consent is a funny thing," the red mother chuckled to herself. "It just sort of pulls up whenever it pleases."
"Where you...sold too?" Kayi asked slowly. "Like me?"
"Yes. Years before you were ever born. And just recently, I experienced a little of what you went through."
"I..see."
"You're much cuter like this, Kayi. All quiet and honest."
"T-thank you."
The two girls then sat in silence, reminding Salem of her time with Ali. It seems she had a certain fondness for girls who reminded her of the past. It felt right to give them a similar yet kinder treatment.
"I'll let you rest here, little one. After that, get dressed and scamper back to Iris. I'll supply you with enough data to save yourself."
"She'll punish me," Kayi lamented. "I want to stay with you."
"Perhaps one day. But first...I must complete my mission. I need to meet your Baroness. Tell her what happened here. I'm sure she'll value the info if she's half as interested as you suggest." Salem explained
"Thank you," the girl muttered, realizing she was being given a second chance beyond her wildest dreams. "I don't deserve this kindness."
"Nobody deserves anything. They get what they get."
Kayi said nothing as she held Salem tightly, her tiny frame fitting neatly into the woman's embrace.
"I will need a new change of clothes, though," Kayi grimaced, looking up at Salem with hopeful eyes.
"Ah, of course. I do tend to get carried away with my small girls."
"Like the doll? Is she your favorite?"
"All small girls are my favorite. So soft and easy to play with. But Ali...is different." Salem explained.
"She's beautiful, Salem. I hope you end up with her," Kayi smiled. "Though...perhaps be a bit gentler with her."
"Perhaps," the red mother chuckled. "We'll talk later. Pick yourself up and tell Iris I'm ready."
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"So...what happened?" Ali approached Salem with beady eyes, her tiny figure standing perfectly still on the bathroom's paved floor. "Anger mentioned a spy."
"We reached an understanding," Salem explained in a casual tone. "She'll scamper off to her mistress once she wakes up."
"I'm glad you didn't kill her, Salem," the doll smiled. "Did you become friends?"
"Something like that. Not all relationships are the same."
"Did you learn anything new about their culture?"
"Understanding their culture is the least of my concerns," Salem sighed as she stood in front of the mirror. "Why can't they just let me into their little club? Why all the secrecy?"
"Well, in my honest opinion, it only makes sense that you should try and assimilate with them at least a little bit, you know?" Ali smiled nervously as she tried to lift the mound of clothes in the corner of Salem's bedroom. "Dressing like them would be a start."
"Speaking of dresses, what's got you all preppy?" The red mother smirked, her eyes focusing on the black silk around Ali's new dress. "I mean...damn."
"Oh well," Ali twirled around to showcase her attire. "I did some reflection, and I thought a temporary makeover was in order. You know, to honor my creator's vision. She took so much pride in her work."
"I can see why."
The doll's new dress was a slim-fit gown that hugged her small waist tightly, its mostly white surface dotted with creeping black vines that ran along her open back. Thanks to her new burst of confidence, Ali was more than willing to adorn the sleeveless qipao-styled dress, even with its slits that reached up to her thighs. The visible beauty of the dress combined with the doll's visible midriff didn't take long to garner Salem's attention.
"You like it?" Ali giggled. "Valor told me to pick what I wanted."
"I never thought a petite body like yours could rock that style," Salem scoffed as she continued to stare at Ali's tender legs. "But hey, look who was wrong."
Suddenly, a second voice spoke from behind the girls as if taunting them with its presence,
"I couldn't agree more; the damn girl had me looking the other way to avoid being a creep."
"Corian!" The red mother fumed as she realized who was spying behind her back. "Where were you?"
"Uhh, staring at cute back windows and avoiding the visitor. What else?" The young knight shrugged. "Anger got on all the action before I did; nothing else to say, really."
"Is that so?" Ali frowned in tandem with Salem.
"Well, what did you want me to do? Expose myself?" Corian shrugged. "Listen, you shouldn't underestimate the Tella. Just cause they sent someone all soft and cute doesn't mean they can't get dangerous."
"You think they sent Kayi on purpose?" Salem pondered, placing a hand on her left hip.
"She softened you up to the idea of attending this meeting, didn't she?"
"Well, now that they have my compliance, I'm sure more courageous approaches will become more frequent. I need to focus on assimilating with them before things get out of hand."
"How come?" Corian shrugged.
"Because if I can't win their trust and loyalty, you'll be hiding as an outsider forever," Salem hissed.
"You really think you can do that?"
"It's one of our, I mean *my* plans to fix this rotting place."
"I see you've thought it through then. How about we start with Ali? I'm sure they'd love her as a peace offering."
"Excuse me?!" Salem growled, assuming the worst.
"Don't get it twisted," the young knight laughed. "I mean, use your relationship with Ali to advertise your compatibility. She's the perfect girlfriend character."
"Girlfriend?" Ali questioned.
"Yeah, you know, the cute girl who humanizes the rough and tough survivor. If the Tella like theatrics, why not hit them with the old classic."
"I'll run the idea by Renny. She's probably seen Ali by now anyway," the red mother sighed as she turned to face the doll. "But only if you consent, of course."
"Whatever I can do to help Salem," Ali nodded. "It's alright."
"The smarter I can make myself seem, the more efficient this process will be."
Flexing her arms forward, Salem gestured confidently towards a short dress in the corner of the room, its thin velvet surface fitting perfectly for her body. She knew only the most eye-catching appearance would captivate Tella. After a brief moment of consideration, the red mother began finalizing her preparations to visit the Lotasi.
"Are you sure the council has approved this meeting?" Ali frowned as she helped Salem slip into her outfit. "We wouldn't want to be rude."
"Renny was rather ecstatic about the whole thing, trust me," Salem chuckled as she pointed to a silver bracelet wrapped around her wrist. "We keep in touch."
"Just like with Ina?"
"Yes, although I've decided to keep our royal friend in the dark about this matter. She doesn't need to worry herself."
"Guess I'll just chill in the shadows then," Corian nodded before leaving the room. "Good luck, Salem."
"Thank you," the red mother reached out. "I'll need it this time."
Just outside the bedroom, Salem's children began preparing themselves for their outing. They all knew how dangerous things could get at the drop of a hat and made sure to come armed to the teeth. Using all of the training he had received from Korus, Valor made sure to add every bit of advice he could as he equipped his younger siblings. Anger, on the other hand, preferred to speak little and prepared only for himself.
"The key is to turn your defensive protocol into an offensive weapon. I'm sure you no doubt possess the knowledge I speak of." Valor spoke loud and confidently, reaching out towards Regret to hand him a sword.
"Yes. But what of mother?" Regret replied meekly, fidgeting with the standard-issue plasma blade he had been gifted. "Can she protect herself?"
"It doesn't matter. Everything we do is for her, hence the more passive approach to how we fight."
"But I am curious," Sorrow interjected. "Can mother fight?"
"She has the power to enhance her skill, yes. But it is our duty to ensure she does not have to strain herself. Our mother would rather refrain from being a warrior."
"I'm not sure I feel well equipped brother," Sorrow sighed as she stared at the weapons around her with disapproval. "None of this suits me."
"Makes sense," Anger muttered from a distance. "You were modeled after the silent Zealot rank. They are more nimble and graceful fighters who prefer a more unconventional arsenal. Unfortunately, none of the equipment we possess can assist you."
"Well, I never took you for an expert on your own people's culture," Valor laughed sarcastically. "Sorrow, maybe we can forge you something later. For now, let us use what we have."
"Very well then, brother," the feminine Valekry nodded. "I understand."
"Hmph," Anger scoffed as he walked away. "I take interest in all my enemies."
True to his word, Salem's firstborn child had done extensive research on the technology and history of Lacuna ever since Ina's visit. It was his belief that only by knowing your enemy can one be truly confident against them. And if Salem were to remain safe in the coming days, he would need to be sharper than ever.
"Corian, do watch the mansion while we are gone. I mean it," Valor yelled as he waved at the young knight nearby. "This place is like home."
"Yeah, I got it. Don't worry about me," Corian replied in a cheery tone. I like the place, too."
Fully dressed in her goddy attire, Salem strutted through the hallway and towards the mansion's exit, her children staring at her all the while. To them, she was like a mysterious goddess of red and white who deserved unending loyalty. But from Salem's perspective, the Valekry were simply her family.
"Oh, my sweet Regret," Salem spoke softly as she stretched out her mechanical hand towards the machine. "You seem timid."
"I've never had to fight before, Mother. It's a scary thing to imagine," Regret replied mekely.
"Why then, don't think about it all that hard. Just follow your brother Valor and your sister. Look to them for bravery."
"We do anything for the family, isn't that right, Mother?" Sorrow interjected.
"Always Sorrow. Very good," Salem smiled. "You're growing up so fast."
"Nonsense, my motivation comes from Ali. My sister is everything to me, and someone has to stand tall."
"Then look after your brother as well. For me."
Salem released a tender expression one more time before she disappeared past the frame of the door, leaving Sorrow and Regret to follow closely behind. After the family had finished crowding into the vessel Ina had given them months ago, the journey away from home had finally begun. Salem's mission to save Lacuna was not forgotten.
"Why are we leaving mother?" Regret asked as he sat beside his sister in the back of the vessel. "Isn't it safe here?"
"Why yes, it is, child. But the city out there is in danger, and I made a promise to keep it safe. Your mother has work to do," the red woman frowned. "It was about time I got started."
As Salem turned to face the door, she saw Ali standing in her way, her appearance meek and harmless.
"What about me, Salem?" Ali tugged at the fabric of her black dress. "Should I stay with Corian? Or-."
"You want to see the outside world, is that it, little doll?" Salem smiled.
"I..."
"For so long, I've felt hopeless. That there is nothing more for me to do but cling to whatever happiness I can find and pray it lasts. But you all have begun to change me. Now, I worry for the future and your protection. But more importantly, I want my family to feel happy. If you want to spread your wings, Ali, I won't stop you."
"Dang," Corian muttered to himself as he watched from a distance. "Haven't heard that kind of hero speech since..."
"Oh, Salem, you don't need to worry. I can stay here," Ali stammered.
"No, please. It's about time I consider the needs of others. After all you've done for me," Salem explained as she gestured toward her family. "Come along, Ali. We'll keep you safe."
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"In other news, another sudden attack near the center of arts has led to a shutdown of central Lacuna. Thankfully, the outbreak was promptly quelled by none other than shipmaster Redrix and his fleet, who showed no sign of hesitation as they cleansed the sector-."
"It's always the same dilemma over and over," Iris sighed audibly as she stared at the holographic image of a Tella news report. "Is Salem almost here?"
"She is currently en route in a royal shuttle," Renny replied, fidgeting with her silver bracelet.
"Should I arrange security?"
"Do it, but I'd rather they stay cloaked till trouble arises. Damn you, Princess Ina, hiding in plain sight from that girl with all your little gifts and blessings."
Together with the rest of the Lotasi council, Iris and her secretary stood proudly atop a large silver castellum in Lacuna's wealthy northern district, waiting patiently for Salem's arrival. The dish-like structure was surrounded by intricate fountains and water canals, creating an image of a serene courtyard amidst metal and stone. Additionally, a series of red foliage decorated the silver landing pad where the castellum visitor was expected to arrive.
Iris had taken it upon herself to dress in her formal attire: a simple black one-piece and a pair of long pants surrounded by her signature jewelry—the ornate depiction of a gloam eye. Her pale skin, exposed more than ever by her choice of attire, was adorned with several tattoos depicting the same eye. It was this symbol, which had also been plastered upon her furred jacket, that marked her as the baroness of the Lotasi.
"So what about her children? From what little we know of them, their combat rating somehow exceeds that of younger Valekry," Renny grimaced, pointing towards the castellum's landing pad with an uneasy hand. "What's stopping Salem from just killing us?"
"It is precisely her love for the Valekry that will stay her hand. Besides, her children have been trained by Korus, so there is not much use in trying to beat them conventionally. At least not without overwhelming force," Iris replied. "But we won't be needing all that if Kayi's data is even marginally reliable."
The baroness then took a step back into the small pavilion her servants had prepared for her, with one pale girl making sure to swiftly fix the white pillows on a nearby couch before her master could take a seat. Surrounding Iris was an entire possie of Tella, who wordlessly served the women as if their lives depended on it. Their collective effort worked tirelessly to ensure the baroness always had somewhere to shit with ample shade and a platter of snacks wherever she traveled.
"Ah yes...her," Renny groaned, trying not to look at the sorry display at the back of the pavilion. "The only crossbreed I've ever known to deliver us what we need while also failing miserably at the same time."
"Oh, she's paying her dues. Isn't that right, Renny?" Iris smiled as she sat lavishly on her couch.
The baroness shifted her gaze to a trapped figure at the right of the couch, her eyes playfully admiring the failed agent who had been forced into a rather unique form of punishment atop a thin silver rack. Its stainless structure contained a series of tight restraints that held Kayi in place, forcing her legs apart as she remained in her uncomfortable position for all to see. She, too, had been dressed for the occasion, only this time with Iri's choice of clothing—a tight pair of black shorts and a collar with her symbol on it.
"Mm!" Kayi quivered, her mouth gagged by a red ball tucked deep inside.
"You're lucky you came back with something useful, little one," Iris chuckled, placing her claws against the girl's bare breasts. "Now, all you have to do is reflect on your failure."
Kayi struggled in response, attempting in vain to free herself as her legs remained stretched to their limit. But with her hands tied firmly behind her back, all she could really do was provide good scenery and hope Iris would let her go once she had her fun.
"Anyway," the baroness shrugged. "Salem shouldn't be a problem. At least not in that way. A real loose cannon would have never let Kayi leave."
"Well, I hope you're right," Renny sighed as a red vessel appeared beyond the horizon. "Here she comes."
Following protocol, a row of Valekry began to form just outside the landing pad to greet the visitor. They were silent as always, staring out into the distance like lifeless statues. But as the primary hatch to Ina's shuttle was opened, some amidst the Valekry rank couldn't help but turn their head and stare. It would seem stories of Salem had spread.
"Well then," the red mother squinted her eyes as she climbed down the metallic staircase, her prosthetic feet making a noticeable effort to not slip on her way out of the shuttle. "Let's get it over with."
Salem then began to confidently strut down the red walkway, making herself as visible as possible. Thanks to her stunning outfit and unusual demeanor, combined with her crimson eyes and artificial limbs, it wasn't long before all eyes were on her. Even after her public appearance at the Strand, the pale woman remained an exotic treat to all who beheld her.
Just before she stepped closer to Iris, the red mother made sure to look behind one last time, silently ordering her family to keep Ali inside the shuttle until it was safe.
"Welcome Salem, to the floating city of Lacuna," Iris smiled, stretching out a welcoming hand to Salem as she invited the woman to sit at the pavilion. "I apologize for the late reception, but better late than never right?"
"I suppose so," the red mother frowned in response. Standing just inches away from Iris, she analyzed her tall figure carefully as the woman sat comfortably in a relaxed position. "Who are you?"
"My name is Iris, Baroness of the Lotasi, and champion of the Tella. Or in surface dweller words, I'm the alpha."
"I see," Salem squinted her eyes as she realized how much the Tella dwarfed her in size. "Well, nice to meet you too. I guess."
"I do wish our first meeting could be under better circumstances-."
"But it's not. And you never bothered to contact me before. So tell me, Tella, what do you want from me."
Iris suddenly burst into laughter, unable to hold back her excitement. Salem of course was not amused and struggled to maintain a reasonable composure. She hated nothing more than a smug demeanor reminiscent of her previous captors.
"I'm sorry Salem," Iris wheezed. "You're just so much unlike that cowardly princess. How surprising."
"Excuse me?" Salem hissed. "I asked a simple question."
"No. Excuse you," Iris growled in response, towering over the red mother as she stepped even closer. "You may have a grasp of our culture, and while I appreciate that, it does not make you our equal. If we are to speak on good terms, I will ask the first question. Understood?"
Iris was quick to take notice of the fact that Salem's entourage began to trail behind her more closely. Fearing the outcome of a firefight with Valekry, she began to reconsider her next move. She could only afford to push Salem so far, at least while she was accompanied.
"Not at all" Salem growled, reminding herself of her dire mission. "First you spied on my home, then insulted my friend, and now you want to boss me around?"
"I see we're still struggling to understand ourselves."
"Oh please, enough of the riddles."
"Don't take me for my ignorant subjects," Iris shrugged playfully. "I know what you are, at least to a certain extent."
"And what would that be?" The red mother sneered.
"A bearer of the old symbol. The red flower. Of course, I must credit Ina for allowing me to gleam this information in the first place," Iris explained as her pale hands clasped together. "Tell me dear. What is it you really want? I don't mean just fancy dresses and beautiful girls, or a happy life with your 'family'. What is it you want from Lacuna? I must know your plan."
"Well it's quite simple these days lady," Salem squinted her eyes, still wary of Iris as if she could attack at any moment. "I want to save this city from itself."
"Ah, so you've seen our plight?"
"I've seen more than you know. And I will not let it rot away like the surface below."
"But what drives you? It can't be love for us Tella. Be truthful."
"Of course not, I'm doing it for them," the red mother replied confidently as she pointed to the machines behind her. "If you claim to know a damn thing about me, then you must understand my connection to them."
"Well, we appreciate your honesty. Truly," Iris smiled. "And yes, your inclination towards synthetic life has been noticed, especially when it comes to your choice of partner."
"Partner?" Salem stammered, worried the woman might have caught on to Corian.
"Indeed, the little doll is quite a beauty. She is one of the only reasons we began to trust you enough to reach out. A Tella and her female partner are important cultural icons. You Salem, have demonstrated good behavior with her."
"I-," the red mother blushed, knowing for sure Ali could hear from inside the shuttle. "If you say so."
"Are we wrong? Do you not have feelings for it?"
"She is not merely a toy," Salem bluffed. "Watch your tone."
"Of course," Iris chortled. "Come, have a seat with me, you won't get another chance at relaxation once we meet the others."
"About the doll," the red mother exhaled, turning her body to fit onto the couch. "What do you know about her?"
Iris remained silent for a moment, her eyes locked onto Salem's legs as she watched the woman take a seat beside her. The fair distance between the two seemed to disappoint her, as if the red mother should have been on her lap by then. It was at that moment Iris reminded herself how much she hated the protective Valekry Salem had at her disposal.
"Ah yes," Iris moved her eyes back towards Salem's face, trying not to smirk as the red mother glared at her. "Alia's little project. I can tell you she is indeed one of a kind. It surprised me someone so depraved could make something so pristine."
"So...you don't hate her?"
"If you feel as if you have claim over it, I harbor no animosity."
"She is not an it," Salem growled.
"Prove it," Iris taunted, knowing full well what she was demanding. "Bring her out here, I promise she'll remain yours."
"How can I possibly trust you?"
"I may not have that thing the Valekry call honor, but I do respect the traditional relational hierarchy here on Lacuna. She's yours Salem. Not mine."
Salem then reluctantly signaled for Ali, watching pensively as Valor hurried back to the ship in order to bring her out. The moment the doll reared her little head out of the shuttle's hatch, Iris's face lit up with excitement. As if preparing for the inevitable, she signaled for her own servants to release the captive crossbreed.
"Ack!" Kayi grunted as she tumbled to the ground, struggling to pick herself up.
But just as she began to fear what Iris might do next, the petite girl heard the sound of light footsteps approaching her.
"Ali," Salem spoke softly with a concerned look, watching closely as the doll approached the podium with a timid expression. "You don't have to-."
Kayi then looked up to see a pale doll, her soft hand outstretched with a peaceful gesture.
"Are you alright," Ali smiled, her purple eyes locked onto Kayi's shocked expression.
"I...uh," the petite girl stammered as she took the doll's hand. "T-thank you."
"Here, come sit with us," the doll tilted her head before carefully planting herself beside Salem. "It's much comfier here."
"Right," Kayi nodded, her thoughts crowded by the doll's innate beauty. "Of course."
"Well, I'll be damned," Iris smiled, gesturing for Kayi to sit on her lap. "What a convincing argument."
The group then sat in silence for a moment, as both Salem and Iris coddled their underlings in their own respective manner. Ali was happy to sit beside Salem, eyeing Kayi as the pair continued to stare at each other. Iris on the other hand embraced her pet as if she were a toy, seemingly unaware of the attachment Kayi had already formed.
"Can we?" Ali asked pensively as she pointed towards a set of pastries on the table.
"Help yourself," Iris shrugged. "If you can eat that is."
"I think we both can," the doll gestured towards Kayi, who seemed to be the hungriest at the table.
The doll and the crossbreed then smiled at each other, realizing what had just occurred. It wasn't long before Kayi helped herself, snacking on the treats with Ali as Iris watched with amusement. Salem on the other hand seemed completely unsuprised, the doll's kindness having become familiar to her long ago.
"Like I said...a pristine little thing." Iris smiled.
"Don't you get it? They aren't merely our tools," Salem explained as best she could.
"If you have some kind of speech to make, save it for the council."
"Let's...just give them time," the red mother smiled at the small pair, briefly forgetting how much she hated to be around Iris.
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After having stared at Salem for an uncomfortable period of time, Iris gestured for her beautiful guest to follow closely, leading the red mother further into the silver castellum. Ali and Kayi followed behind rather loosely, the pair chatting as quietly as they could. Valor was the first to take notice of the doll's blooming friendship, his heart feeling a sense of pride at witnessing her purity.
"Ugh," the red mother sighed, having already become exhausted with Tella culture. "Here we go."
As Salem trailed Iris further down the main path, she couldn't help but feel as if a thousand eyes were watching her. Strangely enough, the sensation did not come from the rows of Valekry guards, who diligently stared straight ahead. Realizing she was likely being spied on from the shadows, Salem's eyes flickered red before speaking softly into her silver bracelet.
"Remember what I said," the red mother whispered to her children. "Protect Ali. She is the priority."
"They are only interested in you," Anger replied agitatedly. "Do not walk into a trap like a fool."
"Just do as I say. I have my reasons."
"Having visions?" Iris joked as she began to face Salem and walk backward playfully. "I never can tell what you flower bearers are up to."
"How do you know so much about us?" Salem glared in response. "I found your last answer to be terribly vague."
"It's hard to miss your antics. Between the princess and that dark-skinned freak from before, I've had plenty of experience with those who are so clearly possessed."
"Yes you've mentioned the princess," the red mother stammered, ignoring the remark on her flower's corrupting abilities. "What about her?"
"Interested? Well, of course you'd be. She holds all the answers," Iris smiled, grasping at the air around her as she began to take in the scent of the nearby fauna.
"If this is supposed to be some kind of blackmail."
"Quite the opposite. I intend to make my opinion of the princess very clear. In fact, she is why we want you."
"Excuse me?"
"You flower bearers wield so much influence and power, and yet some of you refuse to use it. I've seen what yours can do Salem."
"I...didn't mean for that," Salem sighed. "It's what I want to prevent."
"Clearly. But Redrix doesn't see it that way, I'd watch out for him if I were you."
"Who?"
"Ah, Ina didn't mention him either did she? How unsurprising."
"Enough with the games! What is she hiding?!" Salem grimaced as she struggled to keep up with Iris's larger stride. "Tell me!"
"Everything Salem. Not even I know her darkest secrets, even after my years of espionage. We Tella are brilliant spies if nothing else. But Ina, she's been here longer than any of us. No matter what point in history you examine, it's always her behind the curtain. Nearly every advancement we've made as a species is thanks to her. But now, she does nothing but hide away in her palace."
"But," Salem pondered. "How?"
"You saw the other layers of the city, didn't you? Think of it as a canvas for her work, always improving and evolving. She could give us all the gifts, but could never control us. Eventually, our culture leads us down the path of self-realization. We females were the superiors, and the males had no place in our society. Ina never forgave me for what I did on the night of silver tears."
"The Lotasi. You were the ones who killed the males?"
"I am the Lotasi Salem. Sure, there are other members of the council. But compared to me, they are inconsequential. I wanted the destruction of the males, and using the Valekry as my weapon, I killed them all."
"You...you were the one Kalis spoke of."
"Ah yes, Kalis. His solution for Lacuna's ailments was to wash it away in our blood. But you stopped him."
"I promised him I would protect his people. You are the problem," Salem growled as she pointed a prosthetic finger at the woman. "He warned me about you."
"Am I the problem Salem? I remember Cora said otherwise."
"She-," the red mother paused, realizing how long Iris had been watching her. "There were problems with the culture of the city. Stagnation as she called it."
"Indeed, she was the smartest member of our council back in the day. And I would completely agree with her, only, I have no idea how to solve this so-called stagnation."
"Cora worked with you?"
"Until I removed the weaklings from our society, yes. If it wasn't for my fondness toward her, I'd have killed that traitor."
"But don't you see it? You are the stagnation she spoke of. The Tella as they are cannot go on. This superiority complex of yours has caused so much of this!"
"I agree Salem. We've spread our wings as far as we can, yet we remain trapped in this little city," Iris sighed. "Look how smart you've become since you first arrived here. From a babbling whore to a proficient mother. But tell me Salem, now that we've laid out the problems of Lacuna. How do we solve them? Kill me and everyone else you find to be a problem? It can't be so simple."
"I-..," Salem paused.
"You have me in the corner, don't you? I admit the Tella are wilting away as a people, dragging the Valekry with us into insanity and depression. We made an entire race think purely of battle and glory, only to force them into an infuriating peace. No wonder they've gone mad. But what is there to do? I believe your flower has the answers."
"My flower?" The red mother closed her eyes, summoning the visage of a red rose in the palm of her hand. "What of it?"
"I know it whispers to you, like a second mind. What does it tell you? How do we escape this hell of our making?"
Salem's hair began to glow red as she became more agitated. Something strange could be felt within her mind, almost as if Iris's knowledge of the flower was alarming. From Salem's perspective, it was the first time since Alia that someone had spoken of her power like it was an unstoppable omen. After all she had seen and done it was difficult not to laugh.
"So that's what you want," Salem stifled a crazed chuckle. "Your own flower to represent your cause?"
"I know they are the bedrock of this world. Only one of you can save our people," Iris spoke softly, her expression still calm and confident. "And I don't have to plead."
"Well, you're right about one thing. We had an idea many moons ago."
"And?"
"The surface. That is the solution. A sick and twisted land full of mystery and possibility."
"Are you suggesting?"
"Spread your wings, just like you said. Let the Tella explore and bask in the enjoyment of a new fresh world. And when the surface dwellers inevitably stand in your way-."
"The Valekry will have the war they so desperately crave. Salem," Iris pondered as she froze in place. "I will consider this."
"You're welcome," the red mother scoffed, for once feeling on top. "Glad we got that out of the way."
"Indeed it's a splendid plan. Only, there's one problem."
Salem and Iris stood across from each other in silence, as if engaging in a threatening standoff. A gust of wind blew through the pathway, carrying a mess of red leaves and grass. But the women continued to stand solemnly. They both knew what was on the other's mind.
"Where will I sit during this exodus?" Salem finished Iris's claim.
"Will you be a queen?" Iris glared.
"Or your lapdog."
"All I need is the red flower."
"I don't need you at all."
"The words of a submissive wife."
"The delusions of an egotistical maniac."
"Look who's talking honey."
The women continued to trade insults for some time, unwilling to budge an inch. After evaluating each other's intelligence, Salem and Iris became certain of a fateful truth. There could only be one queen.
"So that's what you want?" Salem sneered. "To sit upon the throne?"
"It's either you or Ina. Either way, I WILL have a princess on my lap," Iris growled like a wild animal. "The title of queen is a fleeting temptation at best. What I want is one of you."
Suddenly, Salem's eyes widened as she struggled to understand Iris's words. She had always noticed the similarities between herself and Ina, but never once did she consider any deeper implications.
"Princess?" Salem gasped. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh, you heard me."
Iris placed a hand to her chest, realizing she had finally located an opening in Salem's defenses. Her words were like shadowy knives, poking and prodding her victim with false words all in an attempt to extract one single truth.
"But-," the red mother frowned.
"Think about it."
Pacing back and forth, Salem began to mutter unintelligible words, as if denying the reality in front of her.
"But why didn't she tell me?!" Salem cried out. "If it's true?!"
"Oh, I'm sure you had your suspicions. And I understand why you said nothing. Typically, this sort of deal is up to the person with all the answers, especially given how close you are."
"But why keep it a secret? I-."
"You knew Salem. You could feel it. I don't need to be a flower bearer to understand that."
"No, she's my friend," Salem whimpered. "She wouldn't leave me all alone."
"She's your sister. And she watched you drown in your own ignorance."
"But why!?"
Salem began to falter, her previously confident persona having been completely shattered, exposing her true self to Iris. The red mother possessed all the qualities of a bold queen, and yet she was just meek enough to fall apart at a moment's notice. Such qualities were exactly what the baroness was hoping for.
"You tell me Salem. Why let this city rot from within? Why sit idle while everything around us crumbles? Why watch the Valekry go mad and do nothing?"
"There has to be a reason," the red mother stammered.
"And I'd love to unveil that secret with you Salem. Do you see it now? The true problem."
Salem failed to respond, her mind deep in thought. Every instinct she had left was screaming at her not to believe someone like Iris. And yet, hidden in the corner of her mind was a warm and gentle memory. What Salem had felt when she first met Ina could never be forgotten. And yet the warmth and the familiarity around the princess had been turned to dust by Iris's cruel words.
Ina was her sister.
"The blue flower," Salem grunted as she began to control her emotions. "How could I have missed it?"
"You won't be in the dark with us. This I promise you," Iris nodded as she stretched out her arm towards Salem.
"So it was all an act?!" The red mother glared. "Are you truly only interested in my help?"
"Oh don't get me wrong lady, after Lacuna is safe. You're mine."
"But for now-."
"The Tella need a leader," Iris finished. "One who will not abandon us."
Looking back at her family in the distance, Salem took a deep breath before finding her resolve.
"What do you need from me?" Salem glared. "Be truthful."
"I may be the head of the Lotasi, but I do not speak for all Tella. Become one of us, and show them you are a leader worth placing our faith in. Only together can we dethrone Ina."
"But-," Salem twitched. "I can't hurt her. I need answers. And the Valekry...I must save them. I promised."
"The machines mean nothing to me. They are merely tools by which we protect ourselves. But if you can manage coexistence between us," Iris pondered.
"I can and I will. Royalty does not concern me, but saving this city most certainly does."
"If that is your will. Make it known to us. Not just to me."
"But how?"
"I believe Renny spoke to you regarding the power of the press?"
"Yeah, she just wanted to be a perv," Salem growled, turning her back to Iris as she walked away. "There has got to be something else."
"Of course, you are more than just an object. But how will the people of Lacuna understand that when they know nothing of you?"
"What is there to say? Not even I can say for sure what I am."
"I disagree."
"Say whatever you want, I'm not that easy to presuade."
Iris groaned before reluctantly giving pursuit. As things were, Salem was well on her way back to the landing pad, having been already exhausted by her conversation. But the baroness was not yet ready to give up.
"Salem, when I look at you from afar, I see not just a girl. But her family. Every moment of your story is written into them," Iris gave a wry smile. "I mean, you literally named your children after emotions. I may see them as just machines. But I can't deny what you've done for yourself."
"They...are everything to me," Salem looked towards the vessel Ina had gifted her with teary eyes.
"Show me. Isn't that why you brought them here?"
"I brought them because I...do not wish to be alone. No matter where I go."
"What an interesting bond," Iris frowned as she gestured towards Renny, who swiftly unveiled her camera. "A kind of love Lacuna lacks. Show us."
"Very well," Salem sighed. "Take us to your people."
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"I'll never understand how you actually pulled this off, but I guess that makes you too alike huh," Iris smirked, gesturing towards Salem's mechanical children.
"I'd rather not talk about her right now," the red mother hissed before abruptly changing her expression to appear more relaxed. "Now children why don't you introduce yourself."
"Hello, I am Valor," the bright orange machine bowed his head with a gentleman's flair.
"Charming. I know a few girlfriends who would dig you," Iris replied in an unusually sincere tone."
"Anger," Salem's firstborn child muttered with little to no enthusiasm.
"The brooding one, of course."
"Sorrow," the feminine Valekry took a bow with a bit more elegance than Valor.
"A lady Valekry? Can't say I hate the idea."
"Regret," the youngest machine spoke with some hesitation.
"Good to meet you too," Iris shrugged as she focused on the doll.
Iris then approached Ali, grabbing her soft mechanical hand gently before giving it a kiss, as if the Tella woman were a knight in one of Valor's favorite novels.
"I do apologize for not formally greeting you sooner," Iris spoke sternly as she gave Ali a nod of approval.
"Nice switch up." Salem shrugged, her disappointment becoming more and more visible.
"I had to make sure she was authentic," Iris shrugged. "The potential of a synthetic doll was never lost on me. Just a shame it took a freak to make the breakthrough we needed."
"She wasn't a freak," Ali frowned. "You wouldn't understand."
The doll then suddenly turned to leave, retreating back inside the ship.
"Oh Ali," the red mother sighed before pursuing the doll. "Come back please!"
Silence filled the silver landing pad as Iris stood awkwardly with Salem's children, neither party seemingly interested in the other.
"Well I must say, she's never done that before," Valor broke the silence with a disapproving gesture. "How rude of you."
"Say what you want machine, but you didn't know Alia like I did. Before losing her mind, she was a rather amusing little trickster. All her inventions and magic shows were a sight to behold in Lacuna, that is whenever she decided to crawl out of her hole. For the longest time, we just assumed she was some strange crossbreed who randomly appeared in our city. Never would I have imagined she had a flower," Iris explained with little remorse in her tone.
"Ali holds her dear. You were wrong to say what you did."
"You are the ones who killed her. Not me."
"Is your tongue always so sharp?" Anger interjected.
"Wasn't always like this no. But after these past few years? I'm tired of sugarcoating things. I need your mother's help. And I need it fast. Alia was a threat to the city, and she eliminated it, just like with Kalis."
"Then you better hope she'll aid you in the next calamity," both Anger and Valor spoke with a disapproving tone. "For your sake."
Back inside the Valekry shuttle, Salem was doing her best to comfort the doll. But no matter how much she tried, it all seemed to be in vain. Ali was trapped in a stupor and was incapable of seeing reason.
"Please, Ali. You wanted to see the outside world," Salem frowned, placing her prosthetic arm against the doll's exposed shoulder. "You can't just hide away."
"I know Salem. But every time I think of her-," Ali lamented.
"She wanted you to be free."
"How would you know?"
"I..."
"Please Salem, I need to learn the truth. I want to be free of this."
"Ali..."
"It's not that I'm too scared, or that I can't handle the insults. Salem, I just want to know what Alia wanted for me. I need to know she gave me permission to live on without her."
"Living past her was always the plan Ali. From the start."
"But!"
"I know because I killed her. Her dying message was rather clear."
Ali's eyes widened for a moment as if the light in them had been taken away. She already knew for some time what Salem had done. But hearing the truth from the woman herself did nothing to relieve the pain.
"So that was her fate then," Ali muttered, her expression becoming unusually lifeless. "Her lessons to me weren't a ruse."
"She begged me to do it. And without Ina's...without my sister's power, I would have died fighting her. Alia was possessed by a power I cannot hope to understand. I barely fulfilled her final wish. I'm sorry Ali."
"It's quite alright. I'm not mad at you. It's just...hard to meet your maker and lose them moments later."
"Well. She loved you. If that's any closure."
"It is."
The doll and the red mother then stood together in silence, just like the group outside. Every soul present that day could feel the weight of the past crashing down on them, removing all heart and energy from the conversation. But perhaps, Salem thought, Lacuna still had a future if they all stood together.
"I can't decipher all her plans but," Salem continued. "She knew something we all didn't and-."
"Ina is your sister?" Ali interrupted the red mother, her mind slowly recognizing the meaning behind the words that had been spoken. "How is that possible?"
"Apparently it's obvious. Or so I've heard."
"Well, I suppose there were signs yes."
"Don't feign your shock, Ali, I was a fool for not seeing it earlier."
"Oh Salem," the doll smiled, having regained her composure. "Don't blame yourself. This is good news."
"It'll take me time to process it. That's for sure. Come now Ali, let's go back outside. I'll make sure Iris doesn't say anything else offensive," Salem reassured.
After the pair of pale-skinned women made their way back outside, Iris was met with a cold scowl.
"I hope I didn't hurt her too badly," Iris joked.
"Listen if you want me, don't ever make her sad again," Salem fumed as she put a hand to her chest. "It's a simple deal."
"Well...given the benefits," the tall woman smiled, once again stepping closer to Salem in order to reveal her superior height and physique. "I can agree to those terms."
Iris then shot a glance at Kayi, silently issuing her next orders.
"See you around Ali," Kayi bowed her head before stepping away, her chest still exposed as if she had forgotten. "Was nice meeting you."
"You too Kayi," Ali smiled. "Goodbye."
"What's she up to?" Salem squinted.
"She's my spy. I need to make sure everyone else is on board with my schemes."
"And if they aren't?"
"Don't worry about all that."
"Fair enough," Salem shrugged, her thoughts unbothered by the idea of dead Tella. "Now, what of the Tella council?"
"Oh, I'm sure they'll be ecstatic to meet you. I was the only real hurdle to jump. The road from here should be smooth. Follow me to the council chamber, we've spent enough time walking through a glorified parking lot."
As the group passed through the windbreak of red trees, Salem began to lag behind, her sense of direction becoming skewed and distorted. Ali was the first to take notice, her eyes no longer fixated on the horizon. It was as if she could experience the same sensation Salem was trapped in.
"As you can see here, we meet just about every month in the theatre over here," Iris spoke as she led her guests. "The Lotasi dubbed it the crescent truth. Sounds dramatic I know, like they reveal some epic mystery in there by the hour. But in truth, it's just an overgrown teahouse where the powerless pretend to have a plan. I do all my real work in my own living space."
The large building beyond the path did indeed fit Iris's description. It was a large silver theatre with streaks of gold running down its surface, interlayered with divots and holes filled with jewels. Atop the building sat the symbol of a crescent moon, its tacky gold structure doubling as an organ of sorts for musical purposes. But no matter how extravagant the home of the Tella council appeared to be, Salem remained unamused. She seemed preoccupied by something else entirely.
"Ah Iris," Valor paused, taking notice of Salem's indecision. "Could we pause for just a moment? I know the opera house is wonderful and all but-."
"They get impatient you know," Iris continued. "If you want to gain favor with all the rich ladies in there, we can't dawdle forever."
The Tella woman frowned as she pointed a finger to the large bronze doors of the opera house, its borders surrounded by a round set of stairs. It seemed everyone was already inside just waiting for Salem to arrive. Iris knew better than anyone how much time had already been wasted, and was becoming more annoyed by the second.
"Something is wrong," Anger interjected, placing himself in front of the Tella woman. "I cannot describe it."
Salem then stood in place, her eyes searching for something unseen. The group was mere steps away from the entrance to the opera house, the sound of voices and instruments becoming louder and louder. But until she could explain her situation, Salem would not move an inch.
"That's not possible. I feel...a flower?" Salem gasped.
"Oh what now? Your sister is coming to crash the party?" Iris joked.
"It's not her. I know Ina better than this."
"You have defeated every other presence we know of," Anger added, pushing his way closer to Salem. "It must be something new."
"Well, I assure you the opera house is the safest place to be if you feel in danger," Iris sighed. "Let's get inside, there's plenty of security there."
After much thought, Salem reluctantly agreed as she sluggishly followed Iris through the large opera house doors. Inside she found an assembly of Tella, all seated around a stage as if a court were in session. The gathering of women was so large in fact, that the typical escort of Valekry was beyond anything Salem had ever seen, with dozens of the tall figures standing guard at every corner.
"See, I told you it was safe," Iris continued as she pointed toward the center stage, its polished wooden surface gleaming with light. "I'll introduce you."
Her sense of unease not yet dissipated, Salem looked around to see an ocean of Tella staring at her, all eagerly waiting in their rows of cushioned chairs. The whispers and hearsay that came from their lips had become almost predictable for the red mother, with most discernable voices focused on her appearance and grandeur. And while Salem had no love for the posh and judgemental, she couldn't help but feel a tad bit prideful with all the attention she was receiving.
"Look at her," One Tella woman whispered from the upper row of seats. "So elegant and mysterious. Are you sure she's one of us?"
"She has to be. No surface dweller can have that kind of graceful aura," another girl replied from a distance. "Look, she's getting on stage now."
"Are those prosthetics? Did she get in an accident or something?"
"No, you idiot," another voice called out. "Clearly she's a war veteran. Show some respect."
"I just think it looks hot. Makes me want to chop off my own limbs for that kind of look."
"Look at her entourage, what a cute little girl. When will we get to meet her?"
"Patience you dimwit, let Iris present them one at a time."
A sharp bell then began to ring as Iris stepped upon the stage, pulling Salem to her side with a smile. With nothing but the motion of her hand, the leader of the Lotasi forced the room into silence. Salem may have been the special guest, but as things stood, Iris was the alpha of the crescent opera.
"Friends. Sisters. Members of the Lotasi. It is with great excitement that I introduce you to our first royal descender."
"A descender?" Many of the Tella women whispered under their breath. "From where?"
"Long have we Tella searched for a proper specimen on Peruvia. And for years, we have found nothing," Iris continued. "Yet now here we finally face the fruits of our labor. Behold, the girl named Salem."
A spotlight then began to focus on Salem, as the rest of her family faded back into the shadows of the foreground. A round of applause sounded off through the theatre, proving to Iris she had chosen her partner well. Salem on the other hand merely glared at the crowd in silence, as if taunting their shallow amusement.
"Our beautiful friend here has been living in our station for quite some time now, and some of you have even found the opportunity to see her before. And while she may be a foreigner, I speak with confidence when I say she understands our culture and has integrated with our most special traditions."
"Why does she look like the princess?" One Tella woman asked politely as Iris pointed towards her. "The Lotasi haven't been in contact with Ina for years and yet, I cannot help but feel there is a similarity here."
"Ah what a wonderful observation," Iris responded, wrapping her arm around Salem's waist with a smirk. "This girl here is a gem in the rough, in more ways than one. You see, it is my belief that somehow, she is of royal blood."
A series of confused voices rang out through the theatre, causing Salem to release an exasperated groan. There was much disarray when it came to the nature of Lacuna royalty, especially after the night of silver tears. In fact, many Tella were blissfully unaware of the lands that lay beneath them, causing their impression of Salem to become even more delusional.
"But she's a surface dweller!" One woman called out. "Are you suggesting our most pureblooded lineage comes from down below? Before this, we had just assumed the girl was a happy accident."
"I concur!" Another girl replied.
"Now now," Iris explained as she placed another hand on Salem's stomach. "Let us not forget the great many mysteries our reclusive princess has left us. Instead of providing confusion and panic, Salem here could very well be the answer we have been looking for all this time. If she is really of royal blood, what else could be true?"
As the debate continued, the red mother began to panic internally, her body unable to respond properly to Iris's physical advances. To make matters worse the large crowd had already begun to pressure her, causing Salem to freeze in place. It was as if her own desires no longer held any meaning.
"That is true," one softly spoken Tella proclaimed, standing up from her seat while tugging at her blue dress. "This...Salem is a sign of potential change in Lacuna. Where did she come from? And can she lead us there?"
"A wonderful proposition. I too have been wondering just what Salem can do for us," Iris smiled. "But first, why don't we all familiarize ourselves with this new beautiful woman?"
Salem's shallow breath then became amplified by the opera, as Iris and the rest of the theatre began to stare at her.
"I...well," Salem stammered. "If you want answers, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I'd do anything just to find out what in the hell I am."
The audience remained silent, eager to hear more.
"She's the sassy type I see," one Tella laughed, followed by a series of likeminded responses. "I like it."
"Oh you haven't seen anything from this fiery type," Iris chortled. "Go on Salem?"
"What do you want me to say?" The red mother scoffed, her body still unable to react to Iris's touch. "I'm not the wordy type, nor am I inclined to tease you with sweet words. And judging from your looks, many of you probably just want to have sex with me anyway. Well, I hate to shatter your dream, but that's also not going to happen. There's only really one reason I bothered to be here. I need help saving this damn city."
To Salem's surprise, a round of applause suddenly erupted around the opera.
"See? I told you she was exciting," Iris cheered.
"Exciting?!" Salem growled. "This isn't a game. You people have a problem, and you want a solution. Get off to me all you want, but I mean business. So if you could please, shut up and listen to what I have to say!"
Despite the red mother's rant, the crowd only continued to express their enjoyment, as if Salem was exactly what they wanted.
"Stop enjoying this dammit!"
"Play into it Salem. They like you," Iris whispered into Salem's ear as she drew even closer. "You're supposed to be my catch remember."
"My god your all children!" Salem fumed. "You wanted a more sexy and active queen! Here she is! I'll be whatever you need just stop with your little game of denial!"
After gritting her teeth and turning away, the crowd finally subsided and began to respect Salem's words.
"Is mother alright? I've never seen her so furious before," Regret whispered to his siblings as they stood watching from beneath the stage.
"She was insistent we not intervene unless the doll is in peril," Anger responded with a hiss. "Mother has made up her mind, and has decided to suffer for these people. We must respect her decision."
Having finished her spiteful tantrum Salem looked to the crowd once more with a tinge of waning patience. Iris then squeezed her hips, silently informing the woman she had better tolerate the annoyances if she wanted to make any progress at all. Left without any other choice, Salem ignored her instincts and stepped forward.
"Now," the red mother sighed. "About the state of Lacuna. You're all smart ladies. You know what the problems are. Iris has talked you through it for years, and I have a solution."
"Oh do please tell us," Iris motioned as she released her grip on Salem. "What good can you do for us?"
"Lacuna is stagnant. Plain and simple. There are many factors to blame, but as it stands, the truth is unavoidable. Your princess Ina is a remarkable woman and a genius I've had the fortune of befriending. But even after all she's done for this city, the princess is unable to save you from this stupor. The Valekry are losing their minds, unable to fulfill their primary mission of war and honor. The Tella seethe in their endless desire for something more in life and end themselves in a futile attempt to cope. Things are dire. But I can help."
"What is your plan?" Many members of the audience pleaded. "We are listening."
After taking a deep breath, Salem spoke with confidence, "We must open the doors of Lacuna. Step foot on the surface of Peruvia, and spread our wings."
Deep within her heart Salem knew she was lying, and that her schemes to fix the state of the world were so much more sinister and complex thanks to the spurning flower within her. But for the sake of the Tella, she needed a convincing front. Her promise to Kalis also remained unfulfilled, driving her next words.
"You mean to co-exist with the primitives?" Iris paused with a confused look on her face. "Surely that can't be the plan Salem."
"I mean for us to colonize them. You are Tella. What is stopping you from taking what is rightfully yours by the rule of strength? Why not imbibe in the luxury of the exotic planet below? Have you not already created a program within Glacia to sample the goods of the surface? I've seen it myself. I've lived on the surface. Nothing could stop you, especially not with the Valekry as your righteous spear. Those primitives wouldn't stand a chance against an army of mechanical knights finally given the glory they've so desperately craved."
The crowd paused, taking in Salem's words with unusual care.
"I didn't expect that," a Tella woman whispered from the front row of the opera. "She speaks with reason."
"See? I knew she was more brains than boob," Iris produced a fake laugh, hiding her amazement at Salem's words. "Let's call a vote. Like a real council. What do the Lotasi think of Salem's plan? Is it worth considering?"
A series of blue lights began to emit from each row of seats, blinding Salem in the process. The red mother had no idea what any of the signals meant, but judging by Iris's smile, it was good news. Finally, after some time had passed, the voting process came to an end.
"Well well Salem," Iris sighed. "I see you've done well for yourself."
"Did I win?" Salem shrugged. "They like it?"
"Oh, you can't tell how we feel? Well maybe this will send a message."
Suddenly, Salem felt a large hand clasp her chin as a pale face drew close. A second arm then wrapped around her waist, pulling her in with great speed. Before Salem could even react, a long tongue entered her mouth, forcing her into a long and humiliating kiss.
"My goodness, are they getting married?" Regret asked as he watched Iris make love to Salem for what felt like hours, his mother's face producing a shocked and confused expression.
"I don't think so," Sorrow responded with a suspicious tone. "This is why she told us not to intervene."
The Lostai crowd then erupted into a cheer, overjoyed to see their leader push herself onto Salem, claiming the beautiful woman as a prized and valuable possession.
"Mh! The hell is wrong with you!" Salem mumbled as Iris finally withdrew. "I didn't say you could do that!"
"There is our answer you dimwit," Iris licked her lips, savoring the taste of Salem. "They voted yes. From here on out, you have a real position with the Lostasi."
"At what cost," the red mother growled.
"You're mine Salem. But hey, you wanted political influence right? Let's just say you're one step closer to what you truly desire."
"You can make me queen?" Salem sighed, putting her prosthetic hand to her lips in order to wipe away the saliva.
"Keep this up and the Lotasi will crown you themselves."
"And what then? I sleep with you for a coronation?"
But before Iris could respond, an audible rumbling erupted from the ground as if the surface of Lacuna had come alive. A strange mist then filled the air, followed by a chorus of undiscernible voices. Something was coming for Salem, and she could sense it from miles away. The Lotasi crowd began to panic as they confusedly shuffled about, asking questions toward their Valekry guards while reaching for the exits.
"Prepare yourself," Anger ordered his siblings with a calm and collected voice, reaching for his mace as he sprinted up the stairs toward Salem. "This is it."
A giant figure then emerged from the mist, its twisted form appearing almost out of thin air. Falling to the ground in front of the women, the large figure stretched out its limbs and began to speak. All manners of security within the opera remained bewildered with most Valekry too busy shepherding the Lostasi council to help, leaving Salem alone with the giant's words.
"Hello little corpse," the mechanical creature spoke, its voice raspy and distorted.
A symphony of music suddenly filled the air, reminding Salem of her encounter with Alia. But unlike the sound of the purple flower, the large creature's rhythm was panicked and rambunctious, signifying its chaotic nature. Realizing the nature and identity of her opponent, the red mother began to panic.
"The yellow flower," Salem whispered to herself. "Kalamis."
Several creatures then began to emerge around the group, their disheveled figures clawing their way up from beneath the landing pad. The sound of gunfire could be heard erupting all around, proving the extent of the flower's invasion. Surrounded and outnumbered, Salem's family stood poised for an attack.
"Ah yes, our bother has spoken to you," Kalamis hissed. "How sweet it shall be to avenge him!"
"Salem!" Anger called out to Salem, shoving Iris aside to protect her.
Just as the loyal machine dove in front of its mother, Kalamis slammed his crooked staff into the ground, shattering the ground beneath him. The crescent opera rumbled as debris fell all around the audience, its very foundations completely shattered along with the rest of the surrounding environment. Complete anarchy had taken hold leaving the Tella helpless in its wake.
"Oh god," Iris grimaced as a gigantic sinkhole formed beneath her, revealing the cityscape of Lacuna below.