Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

"DOES THIS ANSWER YOUR QUESTION, Agent?"

Holly Evergarden sat comfortably in Lady Adanna's lap. Her coconut brown eyes scanned the room of patient stares. The home office of the House Nnadi sat the Rafel's harem and Moira—the shell-shocked Agent of the [C.S.A] to whom Holly sent her daring question and set, hazel eyes.

The girls sat on roundabout cushions. Israfel stood, brooding and dark in a section of the home office light didn't reach. Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

Paper and candy smelled well in the area. Rafel did remain in the shadows of a high nook, his fine cut of ruddy hair curling into hardback tomes. He too was just as surprised to hear Holly Evergarden just drop the bombshell of her fucking the Major of the [Dragonriders Covenant]'s wife, while the man was still alive, but he hid his well.

Aya Naamah turned to Rafel, her sweet purple iris shining. "Ohh Dominus, talk about biracial couple goals! You see what I mean!"

[DING!]

Peitho was one step behind.

[Does my Lord desire a dark-skinned concubine for the meantime? A whole list of eligible maidens are made available by the system. Host's current rank, S, of the Fourth Infernal Circle offers prime bimbos and juicy lemons...if I may, for the plucking.]

[System graciously provides Candidate A:]

[Yvonne Windhoek]

[Rank B Moonling fae. Numidian heritage. Working class MILF. Married hotpot. Big-assed Domme. No kids. State Senator of the Rocasian Republic.]

[Status: Baroness]

[Melanin Range: Alexandrian bronze.]

[Yvonne is now placed at a radius of 3.1 miles from Host...]

'Let me stop you there, Peitho,' Rafel smiled as he regarded the biracial Lesbos curled into each other in front of him; both his succubus and subservient system agreed he needed a Beautiful Black Woman in his life.

—his sex life at least.

Like Alexandrian what now?!

He admitted: black bitches had 'em big booty but Rafel didn't think he lacked for female attention, in the department of giant asses both. An image of Cheetah flashed in his mind. She was [Anima Dios]. A literal giantess! Butts COULDN'T get bigger than hers.

Even though he got the appeal of a big black booty up in his face, smashing him juicy poon, it was still his choice, and he decided for now, he had enough to deal with. So he told Aya, sure that Peitho was listening in from his mind. "I've got all the sexually racial diversity I need...in my [Bond]."

He smiled at her, letting her know he meant HER.

Aya Naamah was [A Rank] sukky; she could switch skin tones like that. Even now, as she sat, she held a cheesefair complexion. "If I need DARKER," Rafel let the words fall out slowly, "I'll surely punish you for it." To Peitho alone, he whispered. He switched to telepathic conversation: "Uh, did you forget that these women might have jointly cut off a soldier's head?"

[Ding! I did not, my Lord.]

"Good. Then let's hear what they have to say for themselves."

Rafel switched to normal conversation. He said out loud. "Lady Adanna," this drew everyone's eyes to him, as if they weren't all there already. As Rafel let his timber wolf rumbles ring into the spacious light room, he drew into his [mana core] and sent out few threads of his darkself. Cords of [Umbrage] like coils of ink sprang out from his body and clothes. It moved forth, quick and serpentine.

His [Umbrage] looked like long shadow arms as it wrapped carefully around the figures of both Holly Evergarden and her big-boned, Ethiopian lover.

Rafel continued, "...just to make sure." The words he didn't say—or need to, was that there was no leaving the room until the truth was out. "Listen to me carefully, ladies. I am only going to ask this of you once. While I have nothing against two women having the hots for each other, or the intricacies of whatever you and your husband had going on—"

"Swingers." Cora coughed. And Moira chortled.

"We weren't SWINGERS!" Adanna defended.

"Hey!" Rafel called the women to order. "You will have your moment to explain, Lady Adanna. Shut it, both of you. As I was saying, Moira is only here to do her job. I'm not here to investigate fucking life stories. I'm here to solve a national sensation. Tell us EXACTLY what happened that night, my Lady.

The night of your husband's murder."

"Thank you kindly, sir." Adanna smiled warmly to Rafel. "Darling," she paused to pat Holly's thigh so the younger girl stood and went behind her. With her lap free of distraction, the Major's wife went on with her explanation:

"My husband was a small god in this city. He could do no wrong in the eyes of many. A fucking Titan in the military. The [Covenant] adored him. It's said he graduated over a thousand riders. But who the Continent knew as a beloved Dragon-master was very different from the man I married. Midas had a supreme flaw; a total addiction.

"Women!

"He was fucking stupid when it came to them. He could command [Fire Force] like none other in the flight fields, but at the sight of pussy ...mtcheeew," Adanna hissed, "he was a complete moron. When he took on Holly as his mistress, I thought it'd help him, but then he started cheating on her too. And at about that time was when we found each other.

Holly squeezed Adanna's hand from behind. "That night, we'd just returned together from a fun diner close to the Capital. The tapster there can attest to seeing us."

Moira was scribbling fast in her pad.@@novelbin@@

"...when we got back, we were stunned to see his dragon, Nepolyta lounged in our acre. It was as we approached his chamber's door that we knew: he had brought home some bitch. And he was fucking her in there. She was a fucking BANSHEE in there!

"Did the noises sound weird?" Moira, again.

"Yes. Midas was a kinky bastard."

"Yes," Holly said again after Adanna. "But the sex sounded real weird this time. A LOT OF SCREAMIN' in there. Sounded brutal."

"And you didn't think to interfere?"

Adanna butted in before Holly could innocently try to add something in again. "As I said earlier, Agent, Midas was a KINKY BASTARD. He liked to flog them whores. We guessed that was what was happening. She sounded just about right for that kind of pain, if you know what I mean."

Adanna's eyes slid to Rafel. He said nothing.

Moira fingered her [Earth Root] ring. "She's telling the truth... and I think we just found out second body. Our missing body. The killer did carry her off, whomever this poor girl the Major had in his room that night is."

Adanna scoffed. "With what my dumb husband'd pay her to try out his whips, that girl was far from poor."

Rafel almost wondered how the comely and quiet Holly Evergarden fell in love with such a boss lady, but then Adanna had her thrills.

In the spacious home office, Moira folded her notes and put her quill pen away. "I guess that's all."

"Wait!" Holly abruptly sprang on them. "There is something I do recall now about that night. Some time after the noises stopped; it had to be about the eleventh hour... I was heading downstairs for a glass of water when I heard dragging sounds out on the lawn. The sliding glass had been left open and there was cold wind whispering through the doors. When I went to shut it, I saw no one. B-But I did see a strange silhouette.

It...it looked like a man with antlers."

"HOLY FUCKIN' FUCK!" Moira swore.

"What?!" Cora asked, buzzed. Rafel stood straight by the book nook. It was the first time either he or the girls had heard the professional Agent cuss.

Moira pointed at Holly, already pulling a [Darken Orb] from her front pocket to radio base. She said to her. "By the Martyr! You should've led with that, Ms. Evergarden. You should have fucking led with that."

Moira practically screamed at the orb once it got a signal for the [mana print] on her:

"THIS IS HAWK ONE TO BASE. ARCANUM: ZETA PHI CHI. Known Suspect confirmed! Repeat: Known Suspect confirmed! SUBJECT Z! REPEAT: SUBJECT Z. Safe to move on location. Source order: Capture first. Final order: DEAD OR ALIVE. All available units move in now. I REPEAT: ALL AVAILABLE UNITS TO MOVE IN ON SUBJECT Z!!!"

The [Darken Orb] blipped thrice and went off, and with everyone watching Moira intently.

"Agent, clue us in." Aya said.

Moira nodded. She pocketed her little magical ball. "Yes, right. Apologies." Her eyes went to Rafel first. "When Ms. Evergarden mentioned seeing the haze of a man with antlers, it swiftly brought to my mind the profile of an assassin we've got on our radar now for years—since even before the Agency was portfolioed as a recognized investigatory of the Empire. We have kept tabs on him.

His methods are, to be blunt, sadistic. Wild. Manic. And a bit satanically religious. He eats parts of his victims.

But his executions are so quick and thought-out.

Up until now we've not been able to nab him with a body. But maybe...just maybe today, we have a chance. He lives in the bog of Nokmaar. All scenes of his messy scythe have left only one horrible, blood-sodden print: the silhouette of a man with antlers. So far we've known him by this name,

The Antler Killer."

"Well, what the fuck are we waiting for?" Corazón harshly stressed, rising to her feet. "Let's go get this horned son-of-a-bitch."

Moira was already upstanding from the couch. She led in front. As the girls trooped out after her, Rafel heard Adanna call him back. "Your Eminence," he wanted to ask how she knew his [Arcane Rune] but he figured a lecture could wait; he had a feeling the House of Iron was about to become good friends of the Crown. He turned at the home office doorway.

"Yes, my lady?"

Adanna smiled long.

"Do you ride?"

Rafel smiled back, wider. He took her meaning.

She meant dragon.

He replied. "Yes, I do."