"No.. No, wait Roselina, I mean lady Roselina, please spare my.. Gyaaaaaahh!" Cromwell screamed in intense pain as I stepped onto his head with the heel of my boot, penetrating his robotic eyes.
Displaying this amount of superiority is fun, especially since I'm using this form. As a guy that became a woman blessed with a huge rib cushion, I feel like I'm in heaven. Now isn't the time to be gloating on how I look.
I looked down on Cromwell and narrowed my eyes. "Talk or die," I threatened.
"I'll talk, I'll talk!" Cromwell agreed pathetically,
After started to plead for his pathetic and insignificant life. He started to talk about what he did, 1 year ago while he was still imprisoned by therosa, Gustov decided to rebel and brought Cromwell with him. Facing the technology of humans the Luminasy faction didn't stand a chance. Until one day, Gustov, who had a daughter, perished by the means of a human but instead of blaming the humans, he blamed Therosa for not heeding his multiple commands to surrender to the humans.
Gustov decided that Therosa isn't fit to rule and decided to leave. They joined the humans and allowed the humans to do experiments on them. Long story short, Gustov and Cromwell have grown tired of Therosa and wanted to remove her off the throne. I understand Cromwell betraying her but Gustov, he's been with her for over 3000 years and he watched her grow up.
How could he have turned his back on her so easily? And I never expect Cromwell to have a daughter, it must have happened during the 600 years I've been sleeping for.
What I want to know more about is.
"Tell me, there are rumours going around that something is trying to break the seal on the gates of hell, Do you know any about this?"I asked.
"I don't know anything about it."
For a second there I saw him looking away.
"Tell the truth."
My eyes glowed once.
"Okay okay, I'll talk... There is a man who is interested in ways to break the seal..."
Seriously, people should be stopping the opening of hell not partake in its openings.
"And who is this man?" I inquired.
"His name is... Argh!"
Suddenly a purple magica collar appeared around Cromwells neck, strangling the very life out of him. His eyes bulged, his nightmarish inducing cries of pain and his wailing caused all of us to back away until moments later his head exploded suddenly.
"That was Demon magic," I said.
"Demon Magic, I thought that didn't exist," said Kelly, utterly stunned.
"Mistress, what should we do with them?" Silvia asked.
"The woman is still alive, heal her up and lock her in the dungeon as for him, take him to Therosa and explain everything to her."
After that I returned to the house.
Silvia dumped a bucket of water on # 36 faces and she woke up frightened.
"Huh?.. Huh!?" She looked at me and started panicking. "Where is Cromwell?" she asked.
"Why ask about a man who's already dead when you have your life to worry about," I said, then I folded my arms.
"It was his idea, please spare my life, I'll give you anything you...i aaaahhhhhh!" she screamed in pain as Silvia electrocuted her using crimson lightning.
"Mistress hasn't given you the permission to speak filthy creature," Silvia said strictly.
#36 breathed heavily while looking up at me. I leaned and held her face.
"You're kinda cute aren't you, It would be a waste to dispose of you... Tell me, what is your name?" I asked.
"I... I don't know."
"How disappointing."
"Wait! I have information about one of the 13 elders of black cross," she started to explain that there it's a man called Sebastian. "He lives here in England and owns real estate to the south in Dover. He's a very wealthy man and rarely leaves his home but when he does, he often goes to a club or to hang out on his yacht."
"I believe I've heard of that man," Kelly said. "He's a shareholder in Patrom Oil Refinery."
"That's valuable information," I said.
"I've tell you all I know, please spare me like you promised," #36 pleaded.
"Fufufufu, when did I ever promise that I will spare you?"
"Heh?!"
"You harmed someone dear to me, and so, you must atone with your flesh."
My fingernails grew long and penetrated her chest like a needle. Her blood started to be absorbed into my body via my fingernails. This is more delicious than I thought, even if her blood has a taste of metal in it, It's still quite delicious.
"Mhm, thank you for the meal," I said while looking at #36 dried out corpses, she is still alive and soon to be dead anyways.
After returning to my original form, I took a shower and sat in my room. Debra laid her head in my lap and I gently patted her on the head. She risked her life to protect her friends and that is worth 100 points in my good books.
"Mistress, how would you like to handle Sebastian?"
Silvia asked.
"Don't worry, my devoted follower Matilda is taking care of it," Roselina said.
"I'm looking forward to her good results."
...
Later that night Matilda went to Sebastian's house. Cries of agony, the sound of sword and bullets, slashing and piercing flesh rang forth throughout the night.
"Gyaaaaah!"
A cry of agony followed by the splashing of blood against the wall. Matilda was drenched in blood as she looked at sebastians corpse with a smile on her face, Anita and Blake were with her.
"Thanks to the divine healing of god I feel revitalised," Blake said as she played with her chainsaw.
Matilda plucked her sword from Sebastian's throat. "We've completed our task in the name of god, let's return back and cleanse yourself the blood of sinner," she said, then she smiled ominously
"Yes my Lady."
The next day came.
Our school was set for the school trip, it's not really a school trip, our school is having a basketball competition with a rival school. Our classmates took the bus while I drove in the Mercedes driving ahead of it.
"Haizz, I'm so tired," I yawned, then I looked at Debra who was blushing since morning.
It must be the fact that I let her sleep in my bed last night. She must be embarrassed. So cute. We soon arrive at the enemy's school, the boys and girls around are wearing a dark green uniform. They looked at us profoundly, most were looking at me. They recognize me from my face on DayTime Magazine and my song that went viral on YahTube.
"Your pretty popular here," said Bradley.
"Shouldn't you be focusing on your game?" I asked.
"I'm all set and raring to go," he said as he flexed his muscles with a wide smile.
"Fufufufu the do your best, and make us proud"
"Well well, if it isn't Mill Hill first year," said an unfamiliar voice.
A group of three students came up to us. They were looking very arrogant as if looking down on us.
"Who are they?" I ask.
"They're in their second year from Harmon High school, the rival school of our highschool. They won the basket competition three years in a row," Bradley explained.
"I see."
"Is your school prepared to lose and run away in shame again?" the blond hair boy asked. "Hmmmm?"
"It's not about winning, what matters is that we play the best we can."
Bradley sported a heroic line, nice.
"Oh my, Oh my," the blond hair guy walked up to me. "To be blessed to be in the presence of something so beautiful and glorious. Today is my blessed day. I'm Collin Baker's son of Donovan Bakers."
"You're..."
"I'm sure you've heard of me," he smiled proudly, having a sense of superiority.
"No I haven't," I said with a smile.
He suffered emotional damage. "...It's understandable,
Who am I in the presence of Roselina Valentine."
"So you've heard of me."
"I mean who hasn't."
His classmates pointed out that the teacher was calling him.
"Please excuse me, I have to make preparations, I would like to have a talk with you once this is all finished, I say, over some tea."
He smiled at me.
"I'm sorry, but that's not possible."
"Oh, In, please excuse me."
And so he left, thank good, he was getting annoying. Because of him, people around me recognized me and gossipped.
"Please don't play attention to their mistress," Silvia suggested.
"Where's mister Glachman?" I asked.
"I'm right here Miss Valentine."
Mr Glachman appeared and sat beside me. We watched from the VIP stands as the referee threw up the ball. The leader of our team is Bradley and the leader of the Harmon team is Collin. Collin was given the ball and scored a three pointer with ease. He looked at me smiling with confidence.
"That boy is watching you. He wants you to pay attention to him," said Mr Glachman.
"He's a fool," I said.
Bradley was given the ball by his classmates and dribbled the ball around before scoring a 2 pointer. He's pretty athletic, when he's not dealing with his harem of course. Bradley got the ball and score a three pointer. The game continued till half time. The score was 26 for our team and 31 for the other.
"Our boys played better than last year and that's all thanks to Bradley, He's a very talented and gifted student," haid Mr Glachman looking at Bradley with eyes of admiration. "He might even earn a scholarship."
I decided to go down and congratulate them. "Valiant effort," I said.
"Yeah but our team is 5 points behind," said Bradley.
"5 points is a small gap, don't you agree?" I asked.
"Hey," Collin called, he walked up to me with a smile. "Did you see my play?" he asked as he smiled at me.
This guy is persistent, best to get rid of him before he becomes a threat.
"I'll return to the stands, You guys do you best," I said with a smile.
All the boys from my school blushed. I walked away leaving them and returned to the stands. Bradley waved at me and I gave him a nod in response. Collin saw this and gave a look of jealousy towards Bradley. I wonder what he is up to, Collin looked at two of his classmates who smiled at him and nodded.
The match continued.
Collin was given the ball from one of his teammates and he gave a two pointer. Bradley dribbled the ball, passed it to one of his teammates who scored a 2 point. Collin received the ball and went for a one-hand slam dunk but the ball was hit away by Bradley. A boy from our school caught the ball and delivered a 2 pointer.
Our teammates celebrated and Collin got furious and lost his cool, he missed his 2 pointer shot in the next round. Collin looked at his teammate again and Bradley started to dribble the ball, a boy from Collins' team approached Bradley and was pushed away.
The boy fell onto the ground and started wailing in pain.
"My ankle, I twisted my ankle, he pushed me,' said the boy, pointing at Bradley who denied touching him.
"Stop lying, I saw you, we all saw you," Collin shouted.
The referee came up and told Bradley that he had been disqualified. Bradley and everyone was shocked, except for me when I saw a suspicious look on the referee's face.
"So that's what they were after," I said calmly.