Noire stalked through the snowy brush, her prey in sight. She scoffed; the dumb human would have been dead a hundred times over if that was her intent.
No, she was following her father's newest mate only because she'd been coerced into the task with the promise of more head pats. Apparently, the witch had a dormant Sacred Gear, and it was now up to Noire to see it awakened.
At the very least, Noire would get to have some fun. For someone who wasn't as great as her father, the simplest way to unlock their gear was to be put into a life-and-death situation.
Noire had heard about all the near-death experiences Rose had gone through in her previous world. Normally, she would have already activated her gear long ago, but according to her father, Rose had a particularly powerful Sacred Gear that, until now, her body wouldn't have been able to handle.
Noire scoffed again; there was no way the foolish girl's Sacred Gear could be stronger than her mighty self.
As the sun began to set, Noire figured it was a good enough time to put her plans into motion.
She raised a mighty paw, a black spell circle forming on the ground as she drew on her father's seemingly infinite magical reserves—after all, she was doing this for him, so he might as well lend her some extra juice. Noire was sure it would have gone to waste otherwise; her lecherous old man was likely busy rutting with the many other women he surrounded himself with, anyway.
Noire nodded at the black silhouette of a man that appeared, so dark it consumed the very light around it. It would do perfectly, she thought.
Her father had told her that she could be quite sadistic for such a little cutie, and as she watched the summoned shadow appear in front of the girl's horse, preparing to terrorize the poor thing, Noire felt that her father might be somewhat correct, just this once.
The shadow just stood there ominously as Rose held her wand tight. "Avada Kedavra," she incanted, the green light unfortunately harmlessly bouncing off the dark creature.
Noire had to give it to the girl; she hadn't expected her to start out with such a vicious curse. Heh, leave it to her father to so easily corrupt the valiant hero type. Noire chuckled; she'd probably have done the same, after all, that thing was super creepy.
Rose didn't even have time to react after sending out her first attack. The creature appeared in a blur, one of its long appendages whipping her off the petrified horse.
Noire heard her groan as she slumped against a tree. It was a good thing the witch hadn't taken her physical training lightly; otherwise, she might be a broken sack of bones right about now, Noire thought.
Still, the blow was hard enough to daze the witch, and as the shadow creature approached, Rose was only barely able to summon the wand that had flown from her grasp before the black slithering fingers wrapped around her neck.
But it wouldn't be enough, Noire knew. Even with her magical focus in hand, the multicolored spells harmlessly bounced off the darkness-taken-form.
Its iron grip restricted the girl's airway, her limbs losing strength while her eyes became glassy, and Noire wondered if her father's half-baked plan was even going to work.
At least, those were Noire's thoughts before she felt the burst of magical energy from the girl, a pitch-black gauntlet forming on her left arm. Damn, the thing looked badass, Noire could admit. It looked like something a necromancer king from one of her father's movies would wear.
Looks aside, it also seemed to have some actual strength behind it, she thought, looking around at the gathering dark clouds with interest.
It definitely wasn't a natural weather phenomenon, Noire noted, seeing the winds take on a gray hue as the witch's surroundings started to crack and crumble.
Noire could feel it—some form of deathly energy seeping into the nature around the girl. However, whatever Sacred Gear she'd gained, it wasn't enough to damage the creature of darkness that Noire had borrowed some of her father's power to create.
But her mission had been accomplished, so she simply commanded the creature to back away, Rose falling to the ground in a panting heap.
Noire hopped down, bounding over to the exhausted girl and leaping onto the shoulder of the shadow summon. With a mental command, it hoisted Rose onto its shoulder before walking over to a dry patch under a tree.
"N-Noire… Is that you? What's going on?" Rose groaned, and Noire rolled her eyes. Of course it was her. Who else could match her striking form?
"W-What happened? What is that thing?" the dumb girl continued hounding her with questions. Noire sighed; this was going to be troublesome.
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Back on her horse, Rose scowled. She'd offered to help with the small things that needed handling in this godforsaken land, and what did she get for it? Nearly having a heart attack from some loony scheme that Lux had cooked up.
She looked back down at the black gauntlet. Okay, this thing was pretty great, though, she thought. Maybe she wouldn't hold it against him too much. Still, she might be able to use it as a little blackmail in the future.
Rose rubbed her hands together, scheming. Yes, yes, that would work perfectly, she muttered.
But that could be put off for another time; she was still going to complete this mission one way or another. She wasn't going to give Lux any more ammunition to tease her.
Rose rode through the night, a simple night vision charm removing any risk of traveling through the darkness, and as the sun crested, she checked her map, seeing that she was right around where her objective should be.
"Homenum Revelio," Rose chanted, pleased to find traces not too far off, nudging her mount to get a move on.
"Who goes there?" a scraggly-looking man sitting on a rock called out.
"Get your boss. I'm not here to talk to the underlings," Rose told the man, who, of course, didn't take kindly to being talked down to by a young girl.
"Heh, I don't think the leader needs to be around for what I've got in mind," the savage said, rubbing his hands together and licking his chops. "Lass, have you been stolen yet?" he asked, making her roll her eyes.
Rose didn't feel like playing around; she was still in a bad mood from earlier, so she sent a silent Cruciatus Curse, smiling as the man fell to the ground, writhing in pain.
Rose chuckled after cutting off the curse and watching the man scamper away. She hadn't held him under the effects for too long; she still needed the man to act as a messenger.
Not long after, Rose heard the sound of multiple footsteps and rustling bushes before finding herself surrounded by a bunch of savages with stone spears led by some weirdo with bones tied to his leather vest.
"Witch, have you come to die? Or mayhaps you've come to offer yourself up? You'd make for some fine breeding stock," the bone-shirted man said.
"The Queen-Beyond-the-Wall gave you a chance to peacefully join under her. But now that you were dull enough to reject her kind offer, you get to deal with me," Rose told them, grinning wickedly.
The bone man broke down into laughter, wildly slapping his knee. "Eh, you hear that, boys? This wee lass has come to put us in our place," Bone Shirt hollered, barely able to speak through his laughter.
As Rose had already mentioned, she was still in a pretty bad mood, so she felt these kind folk would be the perfect test subject for her newly gained powers.
Rose knew that most of the group would run for the hills once she started throwing around spells. This would be a hassle, considering she didn't feel like running around the wilderness to hunt all of the fuckers down. With all that in mind, her dark gauntlet formed on her hand before black clouds covered the skies while howling gray winds completely surrounded the encircling Wildlings.
There was a shift in the air as the previously overconfident warriors realized that they may have bitten off more than they could chew.
Rose cackled maniacally as she watched the dumb savages run around in a panic, sending exploding charms here and there whenever one of the Wildlings had the bright idea to charge at her.
After taking a couple of deep breaths and calming herself, Rose looked around at the ruined clearing. More than a few had turned to ashes trying to run through her death winds, probably preferring their chance with that rather than the bombardment that turned most into mincemeat.
She ended up sparing a few of the women who immediately hid behind cover. Rose looked over at the limbless body of the bone-shirted guy, wondering how upset they'd be over the death of their leader.
Whatever, that wasn't her problem, Rose shrugged, urging her horse to trot over to one of the trembling women. "Oy, lead me to the rest of your people," she commanded.
Later, Rose looked over the slightly terrified band of Wildlings as they prepared to abandon the shitty little village they'd set up for the city Val was building on top of the ruins of Craster's Keep.
Looking down Rose met eyes with a little red-headed child staring her down.
"What," Rose asked, scowling after the little shit just continued to mean mug her.
"Piss off you little bugger!" she hissed, and when the kid continued to glare, Rose decided that ignoring the brat was the best option.
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Damn, that girl has some serious mental problems, Noire thought after watching the young witch go on a murderous rampage.
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Lux set aside the project he'd been working on, sensing his lovely red-headed witch approaching.
Honestly, he was more than a bit surprised by the Sacred Gear she'd awakened. He had half-heartedly expected something cliché, like her being one of the two Dragon Emperors. Instead, from what he could discern, she seemed to have some sort of subspecies of Zenith Tempest—either that or an unknown Longinus with similar properties.
It was definitely a Longinus; Lux could at least tell that much, and it was one he found very interesting. It would need a name, Lux thought, coming to a decision shortly after. Zenith Necros seems fitting enough, he nodded to himself. He couldn't wait to experiment on his woman in the name of training.
Before he could continue planning the hellish training he'd put the young witch through, his workshop door violently crashed open, the beauty in question stomping toward him.
"Rose, sweetheart, I hope your outing went well," Lux greeted his lover, who by all means didn't seem too pleased to see him.
Instead of greeting him with a passionate embrace as he'd hoped, the furious girl sent him an expertly executed front kick directly between his legs.
Lux crumpled to the ground, moaning and groaning from the agonizing blow until his body melted into a puddle of black goo from the intense pain.
Lux stepped out of a shadow in one of his work shop's corners, internally saluting the elemental shadow clone for taking the fatal attack meant for him.
The clone was a little thing he'd cooked up after successfully attempting to copy the Naruto-verse's form of chakra. For this instance, he had obviously canceled the memory transfer that the jutsu was so famously known for, having no desire at all to experience the feeling of his divine nuts being crushed.
"Darling, I thought we'd gone over how expressing your feelings through violence wasn't healthy," Lux scolded, only further infuriating the little witch.
"You fucking shithead," Rose screeched, running over with a wild haymaker that Lux easily caught before locking her into his unbreakable embrace.
"Fuck, I almost had a heart attack, you dick. Couldn't you have found an easier way to unlock my Sacred Gear?" Rose continued complaining while uselessly pounding on his chiseled chest.
"Maybe, but all's well that ends well, right?" Lux chuckled, massaging his enraged woman's head while running his hands through her pretty red hair.
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Benjen Stark led his trusty garron through the icy cavern connecting the North to the lands beyond, accompanied by the sworn brothers under his command for the range.
He had just been promoted to First Ranger, and for his first task, he had the unfortunate duty of investigating rumors of a Wildling queen gathering forces in the Haunted Forest.
It was almost too nonsensical for him to believe; the Haunted Forest was generally considered the territory of the Night's Watch. Nothing should have happened there without them getting word. If it weren't for the clear signs of something unusual, Benjen would have dismissed the whole thing as a tall tale.
For now, their small group was simply out to scout. It was too soon to gather the numbers needed to disperse a growing Wildling warband without further information.
Their first stop would be a native of the forest who should be more informed than anyone else about the goings-on in his territory.
Benjen sighed, lamenting that the Black Brotherhood was in such a dire situation that they had to deal with scum like Craster. Unfortunately, their order wasn't the noble calling it used to be, and now the only recruits they could gain were the few criminals unlucky enough to be carted off to the Wall. So, even if he wanted nothing more than to run the gods-forsaken, inbreeding scum through with his sword, the cost it would have on the Night's Watch would be too high.
As his party traveled through the wilderness, Benjen began to believe that something really was happening in the forest. He wasn't completely convinced about the whole "Queen Beyond the Wall" thing, but there was definitely something going on. After all, they had nearly reached their destination without so much as a trace of any Wildlings.
As if his thoughts were coming to life, Benjen looked up from the map he had been checking, noticing his steed coming to a halt without his command, only to find his small scouting party completely surrounded by heavily armored, black-and-gold spearmen.
'They were fucked,' was the only thing he could think, not even questioning how such fine armor and weapons made it beyond the Wall, because if these mysterious enemies were hostile, he didn't like the chances he and his men had of making it out alive.
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