Eternal
As much as you would like to, you know it would be folly. You’re in no condition to attack again and you’ve already underestimated her enough today. Besides, she’s probably expecting you to attack her, perhaps even hoping you will just so she has the excuse to kill you.
In the meantime, Mr. Mol has stopped speaking with her and points over at you.
“You. Report to the medical ward and get yourself healed up as quickly as you can. You’ve got an important meeting soon and the appropriate clothing for it will be provided for while you’re there. And for the Emperor’s sake, put your damn pants back on before you leave this room.”
“Uh, yes sir.” You say sheepishly.
Mr. Mol gives a disapproving look and shakes his head before walking out the door.
You pull the knife out of your leg and stagger up to retrieve your pants. While putting them back on, you see Mistress near the door casting some sort of spell over her broken arm. She appears to be healing it all on her own and within the moment it takes you to get over to the exit, she has healed it completely. Once again she turns her attention back to you.
“Too bad you can’t heal yourself so easily, but I couldn’t teach you all of my tricks now could I? Mind if I have my dagger back? No wait, why don’t you keep it as a reminder of our quality time together…and your complete and utter defeat.” Mistress says with a big grin.
She sees your hand tightening around the handle of the dagger.
“Do it. I know you wanted to earlier when my back was turned to you.” She grabs your hand with the knife and presses it in her stomach and then moves it upward between her breasts. She presses deep enough that the point is cutting her skin a bit. “Thrust that blade deep into me. This is your best chance Eternal.”
You want to, you REALLY want to…but this is just another head game she’s playing. There’s some sort of trick, you know it.
“No, I am to report to the medical ward immediately.” You say trying not to look into her eyes or focus on her naked body.
“Ah yes, duty calls. Very well. Another day perhaps.” She says and then lets go of your hand only to rub up against the side of you and press her lips near your ear.
“You were right not to do it. I would’ve killed you. And this…my dear Eternal, is why you will never beat mommy. Remember this.” She says and licks the side of your face followed by a sensual kiss to your lips as her hand rubs your chest.
Once again your hormones impede your better judgment and the temporary distraction is just another tactic for her to hurt you in some way. She suddenly bites your lip hard enough to draw blood and then spits the blood back in your face laughing the whole time.
It is at this moment that even within your short amount of years on this world, you can’t ever imagine encountering a more cruel and twisted creature. If there are other such people, beings, or whatever, Mistress has managed to completely desensitize you to the point that you aren’t going to be surprised by them.
But then maybe that was one of the things she was trying to teach you.
With Mistress’ laughter still ringing in your ears, you exit the room holding your bleeding lip and head to the medical ward. While you’re waiting you examine your last “gift” from Mistress. It is a very fine weapon and probably svelk made given that its blade is made of an uncommon material. You want to say its mithril, but you can’t exactly be sure since studying various types of metal wasn’t really in your schedule. It certainly isn’t common steel that’s for sure. As for the hilt you can’t even guess, except that it’s some sort of dark metal, sturdy and has a simple design. You eventually put it away when the medical mages are ready to help you.
You’re healed relatively quickly by the medical mages. Apparently you are not to waste time lying around in a bed, as this meeting of yours is very important. When you put on the new clothes that have been provided, they are of a higher quality cloth and definitely fancier than what you’re used to.
You don’t have wait long before Mr. Mol arrives.
“There you are, hmmm well you look presentable enough I suppose. I trust you’re all healed up and feeling better?” Mr. Mol says looking you up and down.
“Yes, much better sir.”
“Good, because you’re going to meet the Emperor himself. This is a great honor for you Eternal, I hope you realize this.”
This revelation that you’re going to meet the Emperor in person is more than enough to put you in better spirits.
“Of course sir. I know that the Emperor is all-powerful and all seeing and I should be grateful for my existence to him. And I am.”
“Well, don’t tell me, tell him when you meet him. Let us be on our way.”
You follow Mr. Mol outside, something you rarely do. You’re usually cooped up inside the training facility all the time. A carriage waits for you and you enter it with Mr. Mol. Along the way to the capital Mr. Mol tells you how you should act and various other things to expect. The one thing he doesn’t tell you is what the Emperor looks like, but you suppose you’ll find out soon enough.
When you reach the capital Qale, it’s just as big as you’ve heard. Though you sort of thought that everyone would be dressed similar to you and the place would be practically paved in gold. Not that you’re disappointed, but it’s just much…different than you expected.
The palace on the other hand is as impressive as you thought it would be. The inside and out. Royal guards are everywhere and you see more than a few people in the fancy clothes similar to your own and Mol’s. You expect to enter a grand throne room, but Mr. Mol tells you that the Emperor hasn’t used the throne room in all the time he has known him. In fact, from what he’s heard, the Emperor hasn’t used it in centuries since he rarely meets with anyone directly anymore except with a few trusted associates.
With this sort of information, you truly realize what a really rare opportunity this is and how proud you are that you’re getting to experience it.
After going down a long stairway and through several corridors, you eventually come big empty room with a giant sturdy silver door with two equally large black statues on either side, which are made of some sort of crystal. They appear to be warrior figures of some sort, but when you look at the face, they have none; or rather their face is that of a skull. Each one carries a battle-axe in their hands, which arc over the top of the door.
Mr. Mol approaches the door and whispers something and in a few moments, the door creeks open just enough for the pair of you to enter.
The room opens up and all you see are shelves and row after row of books. You’d almost think you’d stepped into a library of some sort. After the rows of books the room opens up to a more spacious area, which consists of luxurious furnishings from the carpet to the tapestries on the walls. And there in a fancy leather chair sits an old man in a robe reading a book. You draw his attention when you and Mol approach and stands up.
Is this the Emperor? If it is, your perceptions have been challenged again. He doesn’t look anything like the figure you imagined.
“Ah, Jacob. Good of you to be on time as usual. And this…this must be the one I’ve heard so much about! So am I everything you expected me to be? Well? Speak up son!”
“Uh…yes my Emperor?”
“You’re a bad liar son. I thought your previous teacher would’ve taught you better in that regard. Oh well, you’re still young and I can probably teach you better than anyone.”
“Teach me my Emperor?”
“Of course teach you, you’ll be learning everything you need to know from me from now on.”
“I…I’m honored my Emperor!”
“And you can stop with that my emperor nonsense every time you address me. I’m not Mistress, or whatever the hell that svelk bitch is calling herself these days. I don’t demand some sort of power trip formality.”
“Of course my…of course.”
“Ha ha! They told me you learned quick! Now let’s get to…eh? Jacob you still here? Don’t you have something important to do?”
“Yes, but I needed your input sir, it’s about the shadows, something needs to be done with them.”
“Don’t you have those other two eternals to use as spies? Wasn’t that your idea?”
“Yes, but…”
“Well don’t bother me with it again until you find out more. Now leave us.” The Emperor says and waves Jacob away.
Jacob looks like he wants to say more, but he stops and instead just nods and makes his exit, leaving you alone with the Emperor who turns his attention back to you.
“So, back to you son. Where do you see yourself in say…oh five years?”
“Well, I suppose on the battlefield destroying your enemies and serving you of course.”
“Of course you would, if you were some grunt destined for sword fodder. No you’re destined for much greater things. That, I promise you. But we can talk about that all in good time for right now I’ll bet you have some questions of your own. Go ahead, ask me anything and I assure you there is no question that will be too personal. If you ask something I feel you do not need to know then I shall not tell you. Simple enough right?”
“Yes, sounds reasonable.”
“Good, so why don’t you start?”
The first problem is that you don’t even know WHERE to start. You eventually do ask some things you’re curious about and the Emperor is very forth coming with information. You do not want to take advantage his kindness though so you stop after you feel most of your curiosity has been sated. Besides, there will be opportunity to learn more later.
And so the Emperor begins his process of mentoring you…
In the meantime, Mr. Mol has stopped speaking with her and points over at you.
“You. Report to the medical ward and get yourself healed up as quickly as you can. You’ve got an important meeting soon and the appropriate clothing for it will be provided for while you’re there. And for the Emperor’s sake, put your damn pants back on before you leave this room.”
“Uh, yes sir.” You say sheepishly.
Mr. Mol gives a disapproving look and shakes his head before walking out the door.
You pull the knife out of your leg and stagger up to retrieve your pants. While putting them back on, you see Mistress near the door casting some sort of spell over her broken arm. She appears to be healing it all on her own and within the moment it takes you to get over to the exit, she has healed it completely. Once again she turns her attention back to you.
“Too bad you can’t heal yourself so easily, but I couldn’t teach you all of my tricks now could I? Mind if I have my dagger back? No wait, why don’t you keep it as a reminder of our quality time together…and your complete and utter defeat.” Mistress says with a big grin.
She sees your hand tightening around the handle of the dagger.
“Do it. I know you wanted to earlier when my back was turned to you.” She grabs your hand with the knife and presses it in her stomach and then moves it upward between her breasts. She presses deep enough that the point is cutting her skin a bit. “Thrust that blade deep into me. This is your best chance Eternal.”
You want to, you REALLY want to…but this is just another head game she’s playing. There’s some sort of trick, you know it.
“No, I am to report to the medical ward immediately.” You say trying not to look into her eyes or focus on her naked body.
“Ah yes, duty calls. Very well. Another day perhaps.” She says and then lets go of your hand only to rub up against the side of you and press her lips near your ear.
“You were right not to do it. I would’ve killed you. And this…my dear Eternal, is why you will never beat mommy. Remember this.” She says and licks the side of your face followed by a sensual kiss to your lips as her hand rubs your chest.
Once again your hormones impede your better judgment and the temporary distraction is just another tactic for her to hurt you in some way. She suddenly bites your lip hard enough to draw blood and then spits the blood back in your face laughing the whole time.
It is at this moment that even within your short amount of years on this world, you can’t ever imagine encountering a more cruel and twisted creature. If there are other such people, beings, or whatever, Mistress has managed to completely desensitize you to the point that you aren’t going to be surprised by them.
But then maybe that was one of the things she was trying to teach you.
With Mistress’ laughter still ringing in your ears, you exit the room holding your bleeding lip and head to the medical ward. While you’re waiting you examine your last “gift” from Mistress. It is a very fine weapon and probably svelk made given that its blade is made of an uncommon material. You want to say its mithril, but you can’t exactly be sure since studying various types of metal wasn’t really in your schedule. It certainly isn’t common steel that’s for sure. As for the hilt you can’t even guess, except that it’s some sort of dark metal, sturdy and has a simple design. You eventually put it away when the medical mages are ready to help you.
You’re healed relatively quickly by the medical mages. Apparently you are not to waste time lying around in a bed, as this meeting of yours is very important. When you put on the new clothes that have been provided, they are of a higher quality cloth and definitely fancier than what you’re used to.
You don’t have wait long before Mr. Mol arrives.
“There you are, hmmm well you look presentable enough I suppose. I trust you’re all healed up and feeling better?” Mr. Mol says looking you up and down.
“Yes, much better sir.”
“Good, because you’re going to meet the Emperor himself. This is a great honor for you Eternal, I hope you realize this.”
This revelation that you’re going to meet the Emperor in person is more than enough to put you in better spirits.
“Of course sir. I know that the Emperor is all-powerful and all seeing and I should be grateful for my existence to him. And I am.”
“Well, don’t tell me, tell him when you meet him. Let us be on our way.”
You follow Mr. Mol outside, something you rarely do. You’re usually cooped up inside the training facility all the time. A carriage waits for you and you enter it with Mr. Mol. Along the way to the capital Mr. Mol tells you how you should act and various other things to expect. The one thing he doesn’t tell you is what the Emperor looks like, but you suppose you’ll find out soon enough.
When you reach the capital Qale, it’s just as big as you’ve heard. Though you sort of thought that everyone would be dressed similar to you and the place would be practically paved in gold. Not that you’re disappointed, but it’s just much…different than you expected.
The palace on the other hand is as impressive as you thought it would be. The inside and out. Royal guards are everywhere and you see more than a few people in the fancy clothes similar to your own and Mol’s. You expect to enter a grand throne room, but Mr. Mol tells you that the Emperor hasn’t used the throne room in all the time he has known him. In fact, from what he’s heard, the Emperor hasn’t used it in centuries since he rarely meets with anyone directly anymore except with a few trusted associates.
With this sort of information, you truly realize what a really rare opportunity this is and how proud you are that you’re getting to experience it.
After going down a long stairway and through several corridors, you eventually come big empty room with a giant sturdy silver door with two equally large black statues on either side, which are made of some sort of crystal. They appear to be warrior figures of some sort, but when you look at the face, they have none; or rather their face is that of a skull. Each one carries a battle-axe in their hands, which arc over the top of the door.
Mr. Mol approaches the door and whispers something and in a few moments, the door creeks open just enough for the pair of you to enter.
The room opens up and all you see are shelves and row after row of books. You’d almost think you’d stepped into a library of some sort. After the rows of books the room opens up to a more spacious area, which consists of luxurious furnishings from the carpet to the tapestries on the walls. And there in a fancy leather chair sits an old man in a robe reading a book. You draw his attention when you and Mol approach and stands up.
Is this the Emperor? If it is, your perceptions have been challenged again. He doesn’t look anything like the figure you imagined.
“Ah, Jacob. Good of you to be on time as usual. And this…this must be the one I’ve heard so much about! So am I everything you expected me to be? Well? Speak up son!”
“Uh…yes my Emperor?”
“You’re a bad liar son. I thought your previous teacher would’ve taught you better in that regard. Oh well, you’re still young and I can probably teach you better than anyone.”
“Teach me my Emperor?”
“Of course teach you, you’ll be learning everything you need to know from me from now on.”
“I…I’m honored my Emperor!”
“And you can stop with that my emperor nonsense every time you address me. I’m not Mistress, or whatever the hell that svelk bitch is calling herself these days. I don’t demand some sort of power trip formality.”
“Of course my…of course.”
“Ha ha! They told me you learned quick! Now let’s get to…eh? Jacob you still here? Don’t you have something important to do?”
“Yes, but I needed your input sir, it’s about the shadows, something needs to be done with them.”
“Don’t you have those other two eternals to use as spies? Wasn’t that your idea?”
“Yes, but…”
“Well don’t bother me with it again until you find out more. Now leave us.” The Emperor says and waves Jacob away.
Jacob looks like he wants to say more, but he stops and instead just nods and makes his exit, leaving you alone with the Emperor who turns his attention back to you.
“So, back to you son. Where do you see yourself in say…oh five years?”
“Well, I suppose on the battlefield destroying your enemies and serving you of course.”
“Of course you would, if you were some grunt destined for sword fodder. No you’re destined for much greater things. That, I promise you. But we can talk about that all in good time for right now I’ll bet you have some questions of your own. Go ahead, ask me anything and I assure you there is no question that will be too personal. If you ask something I feel you do not need to know then I shall not tell you. Simple enough right?”
“Yes, sounds reasonable.”
“Good, so why don’t you start?”
The first problem is that you don’t even know WHERE to start. You eventually do ask some things you’re curious about and the Emperor is very forth coming with information. You do not want to take advantage his kindness though so you stop after you feel most of your curiosity has been sated. Besides, there will be opportunity to learn more later.
And so the Emperor begins his process of mentoring you…