Devilla sat back in her lounge chair as her servants, both male and female, tended to her every whim. Rather it be entertainment, cleaning, or something a little more sensual. Her long luxurious curly black hair felled across her back. Her smooth brown skin shone in the natural light. The body of a Instagram star, with a smile that can give you a sheer heart attack. She was the Goddess of all things related to love which includes affection, sex, and relationships. If your relationship needed saving, she was the one to pray to. If you needed help to solve a love-related mystery, she was your Goddess. If you wanted to cheat on your lover, then she will personally come to your house and show you horrors that goes beyond your wildest imagination and scare you into being a faithful spouse. And despite evidence to the contrary, she a formidable fighter, as Garwik, The God of War can attest for. She accompanied him through many battles along with her Warriors of Love.
a knock was heard at the large ivory carved door. She motioned her servants away and got up and walked over there. She knew that it was most likely that chocolate statue she ordered.
Devilla got up opened the door to find something even more delicious. Her new assistant Hera standing there. Hera's face turned red and covered her eyes with her hands. Devilla didn't have any clothes on. She warmly smiles at her helper embarrassment and embraced her in a long hug. Devilla could feel the tension in Hera's body and felt how nervous she was. The strands of anxiety that wrapped around her heart.
"Oh Hera, my beautiful angel, there nothing more natural than nakedness, so calm down." Devilla said gently. Hera felt the tension leaves her body, and yet there was still the issue of being hugged by a naked goddess.
"Please put something on!" Hera said getting even more distressed and red.
"So, how is your day going so far? Are you doing well?" Devilla asked in a teasing matter.
" I'm doing fine, really i am, just let me go." Hera pleaded, her crimson face buried in Devilla's ample chest. The young woman felt herself getting light-headed as she was cradled gently by Devilla. The assistants were trying to hold in their laughter as they perform the rest of their cleaning duties. Hera tried to squirm out of the Goddess's hold.
"Miss Devilla, can you please stop?" Hera asked gently, as she was internally panicking.
"Oh? And why would i do that? Don't you like my showers of affection?" Devilla purred into Hera's ear making her shiver.
"I....i....." Hera was at a complete loss for words, it was hard to think straight when a Goddess was hugging you, a Goddess of love who was naked at that.
"Or...Would you prefer it I was a red-headed succubus?" Devilla asked, her voice now deadly serious.
Hera kept silent, her face now redder than the blood that decorated her father's sword from time to time. She had the right not to answer that and she wants a public defender as well.
Now Devilla had a special power where she can calm the emotions of anyone in the same room as her. Not only that, she can make other beings feel anything that related to love, both the positive and negative emotions that are connected to it. But she chose not to do this to her assistant, she was finding her reactions too damn good. After a few more seconds she finally let go of the blushing assistant.
" S-so you wa-wanted to see me, r-right?" Hera stated as she adjusted her shirt, face still burning and putting some distance from Devilla. Hera took this time to look around Devilla's amazing palace of love. The walls was a calm and serene red, with white pillars lined up against the wall. Devilla herself was sitting on a giant plush red couch, the servants around her that was performing tasks such as erotic dancing, feeding each other chocolates and other displays of sexuality and love. It was a little overwhelming to the assistant in question. Both the male and female servants wore very little clothing and had various body types, from muscular, skinny, fat and just average.
Hera was enticed by a sensual aroma, The smell of strawberries and cream. It reminded her of her dear friend, Furiosa. She noticed Devilla simply rolling her eyes at Hera, but not in a mean way. More of a "Really?" way, Hera was quite efficient at reading body language and facial expressions due to her years at EizenGarte, it made her extra cautious with people (Or Gods in this case) that she just met.
Suddenly Devilla stood up dramatically, causing all of her servants around her to stop what they're doing and posed with her in various erotic poses.
"Friend?! Don't play yourself honey, it love!" Devilla said dramatically, smiling wide and pointing at the shocked Hera who simply blushes, loss for words. Could Devilla read minds too?
"It's not as useful as Cheelege's outlandish abilities but whenever someone is thinking about someone they truly love then i can read their thoughts, think back to the application sheet." Devilla said. Hera thought about how she had to draw blood while thinking about someone she really cared about. It was so obvious now. But love?! Hera thought back to her times spent with Furiosa, her heart started to beat faster. Devilla smiled at this development.
Devilla sat back down in the couch and motioned all the servants to leave the palace.
Hera slowly approached the Goddess.
"Um is Sui alright?" Hera asked, wanting to make sure he was doing ok.
"Oh, the friend you made? Thanks to your little talk he doing better than he has been in the past year, he currently taking a break and figuring some things out." Devilla explained.
Hera nodded, a smile adorned her face. She didn't do much but she was happy that Sui is taking care of himself.
" Anyways, my cute angel, we have a assignment to do." Devilla said, her red buttoned shirt and red short skirt appearing on her, along with a white coat in a burst of sparkles. Her attire for when she wants to help others find love, or help couples fix their love life.
"Oh? What do we have to do?" Hera asked, kind of relived to be thinking about something else.
Devilla flashed Hera a brilliant smile showing off her perfect teeth.
" It seems that we have a communication problem between a long-time couple that live in the mountains past the city of Roree." Devilla said simply, but Hera know that there was much more to that.
"In the mountains? That a odd location to place your home but okay. Who are these people who need our help?" Hera asked the pink-eyed Goddess.
Devilla simply smiles and motioned Hera to follow her out the door.
"Oh A troll and a Harpy who having a spat, nothing too major for a angel of your talents and a Goddess of love." Devilla said confidently as she stepped out the door.
Hera blankly nodded and follow along. " Well...at least it not a succubus and a demon." She thought shuddering. The stories she heard from her friend Furiosa about these types of relationships between those two mythical creatures was enough to give Hera nightmares.
They walked out through the door. A golden chariot was waiting for them. Attached to the chariot was two brilliant white Pegasus standing calmly, waiting for their master.
"My Heart and Soul! I see my crew did a amazing job of cleaning you two and the chariot, i was almost blinded by it all." Devilla said brightly as she and Hera walked over to the vehicle.
"Hey Hera? Have you ever flown before?" Devilla asked as she took the driver seat. Hera thought about it. She got nervous, her stomach felt like butterflies was about to burst forth, killing her in an slow, agonizing death.
"Um...no i haven't actually." Hera said sheepishly.
"Seriously? they didn't teach you how to fly? wasn't they training you to be an angel?" Devilla questioned.
"Oh, that for when you graduate. Once that happens, the headmasters perform a transformation spell on you, thus giving you wings, along with the knowledge on how to use them." Hera stated, she always found it a bit backwards, the academy didn't at least offer a minor class on flying, especially for incubuses and succubus who get their wings naturally.
Devilla clasped her hand, a red aura begins to form around her hands, Hera noticed the same red aura forming around the heads of the two horses.
"Ok, my beautiful heart and soul! Take us to the mountains of Nopa!" She exclaimed happily.
The Pegasus in a instant lifted the chariot and soared through the indigo skies.
Hera was taken aback by the feeling of it all. The last time she went flying was when she was young and her mother Rhea flew through the skies with her on her birthday. She felt the air flow through her hair and she felt at ease. She turns to see Devilla simply sitting back and enjoying the view.
"AH! DEVILLA WHY DID YOU LET GO?!" Hera drastically questioned as she grabs ahold of the loose reins. Devilla just look at her amused, she placed a hand on Hera's arm.
"Sweetie, sweetie look, you see how you're not falling to death?" Devilla questioned, Her voice soothing the stressed hybrid. Hera stopped and felt like the biggest moron in Mount Mammoth.
"You didn't know, you're not a moron." Devilla said, soothing Hera's wrecked nerves. Hera nodded, feeling embarrassed still, but a little better. They were closing in on their destination.
Hera leaned back, what Devilla said earlier still on her mind. Ok, so her and Furiosa have a certain relationship that may to outsiders look like typical couple behavior but they were just friends! Honest! Sure there was plenty of times where Hera ended up snuggling with Furiosa and vice versa but that because
"Funny enough, my father also thought we was a couple." Hera reminisced as she remembered how her dad joked about Furiosa being his future daughter in law.
"DAD!" She admonished, completely embarrassed.
"Why Mr.Vante, I would be honored to take your daughter's hand in marriage and treat her right!" Furiosa said without hesitation, enjoying the embarrassment that Hera was feeling.
"DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM!" Hera yelled, lightly slapping Furiosa on the shoulder causing the succubus and her dad to burst out laughing.
It was a circus the moment the Goddess of Love and her new assistant came to the house, it was an old, weathered house, painted the color of a rustic green. A five-foot-tall troll was standing outside the house looking up at the window. A shrill scream ranged out from the window as piles of what was assumedly the troll's stuff was thrown out the window.
"My Melody! Come on! STOP THROWING MY STUFF OUT OF THE FLOGGING WINDOW!" The Troll yelled out at the Harpy.
Devilla shared a look with Hera.
"This is actually very tame, we should have this handled in no time." Devilla said, winking at Hera. Hera wanted to believe her but kept feeling that her boss knew more than she let on.
Devilla walked flamboyantly to the troll in question. Hera look to the window to see the Harpy looking at the two of them on the ground. The Harpy looked sad, she had long raven-colored messy hair and pale grey skin. Hera had this odd feeling that she knew her before, from back at the academy. The harpy turned from the window and said something to someone else. A friend, perhaps?
"Hello Sarglan, i see you are trying to mend this situation to the best of your ability." Devilla said gently, smiling at the muscular troll. The troll turned to the Goddess and got down on his knees and bow.
"Thank you for answering me, my sexy Goddess of Love!" Sarglan said. Devilla placed a warm hand on his shoulder. He felt calmer than he did before. The fact that his stuff was laying on the grass and his relationship was disintegrating before his eyes wasn't as devasting any more.
"Hera, my darling?" Devilla called out to the woman in question who was looking at the window where the Harpy was, Hera look at Devilla. The Goddess Of Love walked over and leaned in to Hera's ear as Sarglan sat on the ground on the verge of breaking down , wondering how it all came to this.
"Can you go in there and talk to Velven? It seems that you might know her and a familiar face might put her in a better mood." Devilla asked politely. Hera nodded, although why send her to calm the woman down when Devilla can do it with a touch of the hand, she didn't know.
Hera walked over to the door, but not before taking some of Sarglan's stuff. It was clubs that can be used as weapons, knives, what seem to be a brown blanket and a teddy bear. She gently took everything and organized it in a neat pile next to him. Sarglan was surprised at the kindness this stranger had shown him and gave her a quiet thank you.
Hera just smiled in response. She knew what it was it like to have your stuff thrown out the window. She pushed down that memory from her academy days and knocked on the door.
"If it you Sarglan, you know what you did!" Velven yelled out, her voice was surprisingly soft and clear.
"It not him, my name is Hera. I've come to talk to you." She told the door politely.
There was a pause, Hera wondered if Velven heard her.
"Hera?! Furiosa's friend? Mixed Breed?" Velven said as Hera heard the sound of someone getting slapped upside their head.
Hera was surprised to hear Furiosa's name along with her old demeaning and insulting nickname.
"Mixed Breed, there a nickname i haven't heard in a while." Hera thought sadly, there was no doubt that Velven went to Einzingarte, she might be another friend of Furiosa. But it was strange to the blonde woman that she never heard of or seen her before.
"Well if she is, then this shouldn't be a problem." Hera thought, her confidence boosted by her deduction.
The door slowly creaked open, Hera's jaw dropped when she saw her. It wasn't Velven, she was off to the side rubbing the back of her head.
Furiosa opted to run out and hug Hera right then and there.
Hera was stunned, here she was embraced in the familiar warmness of her best friend, She could hear Devilla audibly groaning in the background, completely annoyed at Hera deliberately not acknowledging her true feelings like she wasn't completely smitten with the troubled succubus. She wrapped her arms around Furiosa slowly, it truly hit her how much she missed the enigmatic succubus.
"Hey my little angel." Furiosa said close to Hera's ear, giving the blonde women a tingle in her spine. she really missed this. Her warmth, her smell, her companionship. The late night talks they would have and the cuddling, she didn't want this to end and how could she? When Furiosa was the one who saved her to begin with and lead to her finding new worth in herself. Hera's face turned red, what was she thinking?
"Kiss her, you wholesome fool!" Devilla angrily yelled out before coughing awkwardly. Hera wanted to drop dead right there, Furiosa laughed, hugging her tighter. It actually started to hurt, her fingers digging into Hera's back. Devilla noticed the conflicting emotions that rage within Furiosa's heart, the happiness that she felt seeing her true love again clashing with the fear and disgust she felt towards herself.
"Well this is interesting." Devilla thought to herself as she watches the two like a hawk.
"F-Furiosa, how have you been?" Hera asked changing the subject, feeling foolish. She hasn't seen Furiosa in a year, how can she be so nonchalant? She reluctantly let go and about a few seconds later Furiosa did the same.
Hera looked over her friend. While Hera did grow an inch or two in the past year, Furiosa still towered over her at 6'3. Her sense of style hasn't change much as she was wearing a low-cut black tank top showing off her ample chest and had on shorts of the same color. She was also wearing a dark red leather jacket and long black stockings and regular sneakers that was most likely snuck in from the other realm. It was a common practice to those that can go to other realms to take stuff from there and replicate it here.
"She seems ok, although her aura seems off." Hera noticed warily at Furiosa's darkish purple aura. This wasn't the first time she seen this aura from Furiosa. The purple aura by itself usually represent feelings of affection, but if there was a dark tint making the aura a little murkier, it usually means that person is dealing with some internal conflict.
And this was Furiosa so it possible that Hera knew what it was about. She still wonders if she handled what happen after she saved Furiosa correctly. The day before she left that God-awful academy completely.
"Oh you know me, getting into heaps of trouble, it been difficult without my guardian angel to bail me out as you can see right now." She did a subtle gesture to the inside of the house. Furniture was thrown all over the place, scratch marks tore through the flakey paint on the walls, broken plates and glass sprinkled the floor. And a large block of ice that was slowly melting from the entrance of the kitchen.
"I can see." Hera said, feeling guilty about not keeping up with Furiosa and wondering what in the name of Thermes happened here?
"This goes far beyond a couple spat." Hera thought as she surveyed the area, trying to gather more information and figure out how was Furiosa connected?
"Oh but where are my matters? This is Velven, one of my old friends from the academy." Furiosa stated.
Hera turned to the Harpy. She got a better look of the troubled woman in question. She had dark blue feathers that covered her arms, her eyes a vibrant purple. She was wearing a burgundy blue blouse with the back of the shirt cut out for her large dark wings that was folded currently, her left arm was wrapped up in thick gauze. And purple sweatpants that ended right above her talons. She had long spikey raven colored hair that reached her back. Her skin upon closer inspection was a ghoulish grey. Her face was close to that of a human as expected of all Harpies.
"Hello, i don't think we ever met." Hera said politely as she stretch her hand toward Velven. She reluctantly grabbed Hera's hand and shake it. Hera thought that she should had at least seen her once considering she knew practically everyone in Furiosa's friend group.
"Of course not, i was expelled for putting BullPig grease in the principal coffee. You should've seen the look on his face! But anyways any friend of Furiosa is a friend of mine!" Velven exclaimed happily, having perked up temporary since she wasn't thinking about her husband traitorous ass any more. Hera blanched and Furiosa had to stop from laughing. BullPig grease had many uses, from cooking to repelling pesky mosquitos and parasites. It was found in the testicles of Adult Bullpigs.
"I remember that, He came into my classroom and started throwing stuff around in a frenzy. For a Principal, he really didn't have any self-control." Hera said, recalling the events, internally disgusted but ultimately satisfied because that principal was a-Well she doesn't like to say this much but....simply put he was a big fat jerk who cared more about getting paid then doing any sort of administration. She was glad that she dropped out when she did. That incident happens in her first year of EizenGarte Academy, a good three months before Furiosa saved her.
"No kidding, then again he blew a fit over a elf stepping on his shoes so-" Velven started reminiscing.
"Don't remind me, because of that we all had to take pop quizzes, that poor elven boy got his ass beat so bad that his parents had to move him to another academy. Then everybody had to take racial sensitivity after that." Furiosa recalled, cringing at the memory.
Hera stepped inside and surveyed the area once again, Velven closed the door. It was like a raging GrilWolti " A four-legged Griffin-Wolf hybrid that have powerful wings, created by a particularly bored Eris a long time ago." thundered through here.
"Velven, if you don't mind. What happen here?" Hera asked carefully.
Velven grimaced and clenched her claws, Furiosa started rubbing her back in small circles trying to calm her down.
Velven sighed deeply and started from the beginning.
"So Furiosa here decided to visit me, we talked for a bit and she decided to pick up some liquor from the store. So i was laying on the bed, i had the window open to get some cool air in. I closed my eyes for a second, next thing i knew i was getting attacked by some elven women who specializes in ice-based attacks, took everything in my power to defend myself. Luckily Furiosa just so happened to come back from the store or i would not be standing here right now." Velven finished explaining. Hera nodded, she felt the presence of Devilla near her. She turn her head towards the damaged couch and saw nothing but that.
"If you don't mind me asking, What does this have to do with Sarglan?" Hera questioned, not really seeing the connection. A fresh wave of rage went across Velven's face that made Hera stand back.
"It was him who sent that elven bitch to kill me." She spat out with rage.