"Why the hell would I remember something so complicated? I'd rather call you Xer-whatever." Theo snorted. 'And a slave?' He snickered.
It growled; teeth visible. "Show respect. I am the heavenly Saint!" Its voice got slightly deeper.
Theo stared at it with a blank stare. "Uh-huh." And mindlessly he pressed the 'Yes,' to the question at the bottom of his screen.
A whole flurry of beeps resounded and the furless thing in front of him started howling in pain. Gradually falling to the ground.
It was almost like invisible sparkly chains were binding the little fellow; invisible sparkly chains that Theo could see pretty well.
[Pet System unlocked]
[Pet magic unlocked!]
[Pet skills unlocked!]
[Special combo unlocked]
The voices meshed and it was unbearable for a second but Theo powered through it with a grin.
About thirty seconds in, the poor thing staggered to its feet. "What have thou done to me?"
"Nothing much, you said you wanted to follow me, right? I just made sure you could do it with ease. As my 'pet'." Theo was kind of bored, this was perfect entertainment. Actually, he might have just wanted to be a bit of a jerk and have some fun…
"Wha?" It was confused. "Me, a heavenly saint as thy pet? KNOW THY PL-"
But before it could say another word- the poor thing again, started rolling in pain as the invisible sparkly chains started binding it harder.
[Xercovele De La Broanska, will now be punished for disrespecting the user.]
The system's voice resounded and the poor thing kept on rolling in pain. It was almost as though electricity and darkness were oozing out of him and struggling to keep him in check.
"No, that's alright. Don't punish him." This whole thing was new to Theo and he didn't really have any intention of harming the thing.
The pain stopped. But the poor thing just glared some more. It didn't have eyes- rather just a green- bluish-purple glow in its eye socket- yet Theo could tell, it certainly was glaring. "Release me!"
'Maybe I shouldn't have pressed that button.'
And he didn't want to keep something against its will either. 'Guess I'll free him later.' But since he was bored, he decided to not free the thing now.
Slam!
Noise came from the outside.
Something or someone was kicking the door.
'It was only a matter of time, I guess.'
CRASH!
With another loud crash, the door hurled against the wall. It was a godsend that this bed wasn't in front.
"You okay, buddy?" John came inside, slightly sweaty.
"More or less." Theo got down from the bed and was about to walk that way, when-
When he noticed there were about a hundred or so Sahalla just outside, pointing their spears and such. Half of them were injured. Some of them were actually on the ground, unconscious.
"You didn't do that, right?" Theo already knew the answer.
'Wouldn't this cause a war…' Sufficed to say, he started feeling oddly faint. He regretted not having something earlier.
He regretted it bad.
"The hell is that thing?" John asked, pointing at the ground, chuckling ever so slightly.
"I'll tell ya later." Theo sighed, a hand on his forehead. 'Should have seen this coming, I guess.'
***
Heavy breathing!
Someone was inhaling deep-deeply. A cloth was over his nose holes and he was deeply buried in bed, along with his lovely body pillows; body pillows of fair naked women.
Alone- dark- a royal room.
He had a grin and the look of ecstasy.
The curtains were drawn, the doors were closed and the lights were definitely comfortable and maybe a bit moody.
His eyes were on a small screen that had the portrait of a girl. A beautiful girl, posing like a model- actually, she was perhaps more beautiful than most models. And definitely better than any old Sahalla- at least according to him.
The cloth had some white substance that slowly went down his three nose holes.
Only enhancing his pleasure even more.
He was enjoying the white substance with one hand- and touching the portrait's nether with the other... gently caressing the still image's cold surface, all the while moving his hips in sequential motion over the body pillow. "Soon, you shall be mine…" He whispered in his language, before eventually moaning. His moans gradually got louder and louder.
Meanwhile- the guards outside just grimaced and pretended like nothing was amiss. Being the guard of this guy was not for the faint of heart.
But- a soldier- a female Sahalla ran to the door and knocked. "Your highness, we have a situation."
"Come back later-" The man started, not quite stopping himself.
"They're raiding the tower. A saint has awakened and if we don't stop those two, something terrible might happen."
"Later." But the man wasn't having any of it. The white wonderful substance and pleasure were all he could think about.
"Your HIGHNESS!"
Though the guards tried to stop her, she broke the lock and headed inside. At this point, the guards were kind of fed up too.
The man- quickly hid his Excalibur and four family jewels back inside, trying desperately to hide his precious photo and the white substance under a thin blanket.
The female Sahalla froze. "You've fallen too low, Sorban." She stared at him with contempt.
"Spare me the pleasantries Sandra. What do you want?"
Though one of them was clearly royalty, they didn't have any problem talking to each other on a namely basis.
After all, they'd known each other since childhood.
"I need your permission to apprehend and imprison the outlanders, till the saint is recovered. But I'd like to do it discreetly so we don't run the risk of waging a meaningless war."
"All that, just for permission? Do whatever the hell you want. Get out of here!"
The woman, Sandra smiled. "I'll do just that. Oh, and if I ever see you using that cursed powder again, you can kiss your seat to the throne goodbye." She blitzed out of the room with a sweet tone.
But the man- he just stared out the door, cheeks twisted, glaring. 'What a bitch!'
He proceeded to do just the thing he was doing before- this time making sure the door was properly locked. "Ah, my lovely-"
Again, moans started coming out.