Wite sat and watched Owen on the deck as he trained his blood magic. Owen had three different shapes made of blood in front of him, a pyramid, a cube, and two strands twisted around each other into a helix. He had them separated apart equidistant from one another and rotating around, trying to sustain each shape while keeping them moving in unison was a test in concentration, patience, and control. Owen was sweating and straining himself trying to maintain control. Spike looked at him worriedly. Over the past week Wite had pushed Owen hard on his blood magic training, teaching him various techniques, methods of control, and pushed his endurance to the limits. Progress was slow but he did make some headway.
Bell was zipping around the masts of the boats inspecting the repairs she did on the sails and if they were holding up. Despite Wite assuring her that they were fine and she did a great job, she couldn’t help but obsessively check and making sure it was perfect. She was obsessed with things being clean, tidy, and organized, above all she chases perfection in just about anything she does. Because of this Bell spends most of the day cleaning the ship, keeping every last inch of it spotless, and organizing everything neatly. In addition she also assists Skyler in the kitchens for meal prep and cooking Wite’s meal personally since she views what Skyler makes for Wite as not sufficient and good enough for a demon of her status. Her ability to multitask is rather astounding and a sight to behold, with the assistance of her summoned eldritch tentacles she would effectively have an infinite amount of helping hands at any given time, though slightly unsettling.
“Hold it steady and keep on your focus.” Wite commented seeing some of the shapes began to deform slightly.
Bell fluttered back down, satisfied with the inspection of the sails for the seventh time that day. “OOOOOOH! Great job Owen, you’re getting much better at that!” she exclaimed from behind him, startling him causing the blood shapes to explode and splatter all over himself, Spike, and Wite. “WOW! That was even more amazing! Do it again!” Bell bobbed up and down in the air excitedly.
“That was not part of his training….” Wite extracted the splattered blood into a sphere and replaced it into a vial and handed it to Owen. “Take a break Owen.”
“Sweet!” Owen took out a new journal/sketch book and ran off towards the edge of the boat, Spike sprang to his feet and excitedly followed.
Wite turned her attention to Bell, “What’s up?”
For the first time ever in Wite’s memory of Bell, she looked rather serious, her usual cheerful disposition was replaced with concern and sadness. “You have knots in your hair, may I?”
Wite looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “Sure?” Bell fluttered next to her and took out an intricately designed comb decorated with intricate tentacle motifs and red jewels. Wite recognized the comb and was surprised seeing it again. It was the same comb that her mother had used to brush her when she was little. Wite sighed as Bell began combing her snow white hair. “What is it Bell? It’s obvious to tell when you’ve got something on your mind.”
“It’s your mother,” Bell began, “Did Lord Marchosias mention her at all to you during your meeting?”
Wite glared at Bell and let out a low growl, “What’s happened to Mother?” Wite’s tone of voice was menacing and dark, even more than when she confronted Marquis.
Bell didn’t seem to be phased by Wite’s demeanor. “You’re mother has become quite hostile towards almost everybody including your father and you siblings.”
“I have siblings?”
Bell suddenly perked up again, “Oh yes you do! Actually, you have several of them! After your disappearance your mother fell into a deep depression combined with an insatiable wrath and anger. Your father tried to calm her down, and gifted her three more children. It worked for several years, but your mother’s condition returned and got worse and worse as the children grew up. She was always reminded of you and what you have been. So it is imperative that I assist you anyway I can to get you home!” Bell’s three eyes wandered down to look at Wite’s long fluffy tail as she finished combing Wite’s hair. It looked much better now and even more voluminous than before and the color shone in the sunlight.
Wite sighed and frowned. In her memory, her mother had always been quite possessive and very proud of her, and she had every right to be. Aside from her father whom Wite does love very dearly, but it was her mother that she loved above all else, any mention of her in a negative light often caused Wite to be very annoyed or the more common thing would occur she would get angry and attempt to kill the person. “So m siblings… how are they?” Wite noticed where Bell was looking, and her tail involuntarily swayed nervously.
“Oh! They are the cutest little fur balls… not as cute as you were of course, but still adorable!” Bell spun around with excitement just thinking about them.
“What are their names?”
“The oldest of the three is named Red, spelled r-h-d, the middle one is named Green spelled g-r-e-i-n, and the youngest is Blue spelled b-l-u! May I brush out your tail also?” Bell asked noticing Wite moving her tail.
“Sure why not…” Wite moved her tail closer to Bell who picked it up and began brushing it. The tail was fluffier than Bell and was longer than she was tall. “I gotta say: for a Demonic Overlord and the Queen of one of the most feared Empires, my parents are horrible at naming their children.” Wite began to snicker to herself. “Does Mother know that I am here?”
“No,” Bell chucked as well, “Your father decided to keep that information away from her for her own safety and for the safety of this realm. Also the Overlord thinks that it would be a better surprise for your Mother if you returned home without her knowing… would be a pleasant surprise.”
Wite nodded in agreement. “Yea… Mother can be quite dangerous when she wants something that belongs to her. OUCH!”
“Sorry, you got a lot more knots in your tail then your hair, when was the last time you had a proper brushing?” Bell pulled out some white hair on the comb that came out with the knot. She tossed it overboard and continued.
“Er… not for a few weeks, it’s been pretty busy for the last few weeks you know this.” Wite ran her fingers through her, now, silky smooth hair.
“Being busy is no excuse for an Heiress to be lazy on her appearance. And who brushed you when you did get brushed? Or do you brush yourself?”
“Owen usually brushes me down, but he’s been busy with training and other things.” Wite said as she watched the exchange between Skyler’s Gible and Maria. One of her ear turned to the sound of a loud gasp from Bell.
“HOW COULD YOU!” Bell couldn’t believe what she had just heard.
“Huh?” Wite looked at the shocked fairy, her face was gradually turning pink along with her pointed ears.
“YOU… you… you are the Heiress of Overlord Marchosias and the Sanguine Empire! How could you go exposing yourself in front of random people… and a child no less!” Bell stuttered and lowered her voice. She was practically hissing at Wite, her face now a bright red which Wite found quite amusing.
“Owen does an excellent and very thorough job.” Wite said with a slight smile. “He even gives me very good massages and knows all the places to scratch me to make my leg kick….”
Bell stared at Wite in complete horror, her eyes wide open and completely dumbfounded, her mouth hung slightly agape exposing her small fangs. She pursed her lips and pouted. “You, you, you little harlot!”
Wite began laughing though her teeth before she busted out laughing.
“Are you messing with me?!” Bell demanded now even more red.
“I’ll let you figure that out yourself, you know that we already sleep together in the same nest, so I’ll let your imagination fill out anything else.” Wite continued to laugh.
“But… but, that’s for warmth purposes, though right? Right?! Oh my gosh!” Bell grabbed her head and was starting to panic at the heresy she was hearing. She began to take in long deep breaths to try to calm herself down. She resumed combing Wite’s tail with a trembling hand and looked over at Owen with visible frustration. Owen was sitting in a corner, in deep focusing sketching Skyler’s Gible completely oblivious to anything else that was happening.
Bell was zipping around the masts of the boats inspecting the repairs she did on the sails and if they were holding up. Despite Wite assuring her that they were fine and she did a great job, she couldn’t help but obsessively check and making sure it was perfect. She was obsessed with things being clean, tidy, and organized, above all she chases perfection in just about anything she does. Because of this Bell spends most of the day cleaning the ship, keeping every last inch of it spotless, and organizing everything neatly. In addition she also assists Skyler in the kitchens for meal prep and cooking Wite’s meal personally since she views what Skyler makes for Wite as not sufficient and good enough for a demon of her status. Her ability to multitask is rather astounding and a sight to behold, with the assistance of her summoned eldritch tentacles she would effectively have an infinite amount of helping hands at any given time, though slightly unsettling.
“Hold it steady and keep on your focus.” Wite commented seeing some of the shapes began to deform slightly.
Bell fluttered back down, satisfied with the inspection of the sails for the seventh time that day. “OOOOOOH! Great job Owen, you’re getting much better at that!” she exclaimed from behind him, startling him causing the blood shapes to explode and splatter all over himself, Spike, and Wite. “WOW! That was even more amazing! Do it again!” Bell bobbed up and down in the air excitedly.
“That was not part of his training….” Wite extracted the splattered blood into a sphere and replaced it into a vial and handed it to Owen. “Take a break Owen.”
“Sweet!” Owen took out a new journal/sketch book and ran off towards the edge of the boat, Spike sprang to his feet and excitedly followed.
Wite turned her attention to Bell, “What’s up?”
For the first time ever in Wite’s memory of Bell, she looked rather serious, her usual cheerful disposition was replaced with concern and sadness. “You have knots in your hair, may I?”
Wite looked at her with a raised eyebrow, “Sure?” Bell fluttered next to her and took out an intricately designed comb decorated with intricate tentacle motifs and red jewels. Wite recognized the comb and was surprised seeing it again. It was the same comb that her mother had used to brush her when she was little. Wite sighed as Bell began combing her snow white hair. “What is it Bell? It’s obvious to tell when you’ve got something on your mind.”
“It’s your mother,” Bell began, “Did Lord Marchosias mention her at all to you during your meeting?”
Wite glared at Bell and let out a low growl, “What’s happened to Mother?” Wite’s tone of voice was menacing and dark, even more than when she confronted Marquis.
Bell didn’t seem to be phased by Wite’s demeanor. “You’re mother has become quite hostile towards almost everybody including your father and you siblings.”
“I have siblings?”
Bell suddenly perked up again, “Oh yes you do! Actually, you have several of them! After your disappearance your mother fell into a deep depression combined with an insatiable wrath and anger. Your father tried to calm her down, and gifted her three more children. It worked for several years, but your mother’s condition returned and got worse and worse as the children grew up. She was always reminded of you and what you have been. So it is imperative that I assist you anyway I can to get you home!” Bell’s three eyes wandered down to look at Wite’s long fluffy tail as she finished combing Wite’s hair. It looked much better now and even more voluminous than before and the color shone in the sunlight.
Wite sighed and frowned. In her memory, her mother had always been quite possessive and very proud of her, and she had every right to be. Aside from her father whom Wite does love very dearly, but it was her mother that she loved above all else, any mention of her in a negative light often caused Wite to be very annoyed or the more common thing would occur she would get angry and attempt to kill the person. “So m siblings… how are they?” Wite noticed where Bell was looking, and her tail involuntarily swayed nervously.
“Oh! They are the cutest little fur balls… not as cute as you were of course, but still adorable!” Bell spun around with excitement just thinking about them.
“What are their names?”
“The oldest of the three is named Red, spelled r-h-d, the middle one is named Green spelled g-r-e-i-n, and the youngest is Blue spelled b-l-u! May I brush out your tail also?” Bell asked noticing Wite moving her tail.
“Sure why not…” Wite moved her tail closer to Bell who picked it up and began brushing it. The tail was fluffier than Bell and was longer than she was tall. “I gotta say: for a Demonic Overlord and the Queen of one of the most feared Empires, my parents are horrible at naming their children.” Wite began to snicker to herself. “Does Mother know that I am here?”
“No,” Bell chucked as well, “Your father decided to keep that information away from her for her own safety and for the safety of this realm. Also the Overlord thinks that it would be a better surprise for your Mother if you returned home without her knowing… would be a pleasant surprise.”
Wite nodded in agreement. “Yea… Mother can be quite dangerous when she wants something that belongs to her. OUCH!”
“Sorry, you got a lot more knots in your tail then your hair, when was the last time you had a proper brushing?” Bell pulled out some white hair on the comb that came out with the knot. She tossed it overboard and continued.
“Er… not for a few weeks, it’s been pretty busy for the last few weeks you know this.” Wite ran her fingers through her, now, silky smooth hair.
“Being busy is no excuse for an Heiress to be lazy on her appearance. And who brushed you when you did get brushed? Or do you brush yourself?”
“Owen usually brushes me down, but he’s been busy with training and other things.” Wite said as she watched the exchange between Skyler’s Gible and Maria. One of her ear turned to the sound of a loud gasp from Bell.
“HOW COULD YOU!” Bell couldn’t believe what she had just heard.
“Huh?” Wite looked at the shocked fairy, her face was gradually turning pink along with her pointed ears.
“YOU… you… you are the Heiress of Overlord Marchosias and the Sanguine Empire! How could you go exposing yourself in front of random people… and a child no less!” Bell stuttered and lowered her voice. She was practically hissing at Wite, her face now a bright red which Wite found quite amusing.
“Owen does an excellent and very thorough job.” Wite said with a slight smile. “He even gives me very good massages and knows all the places to scratch me to make my leg kick….”
Bell stared at Wite in complete horror, her eyes wide open and completely dumbfounded, her mouth hung slightly agape exposing her small fangs. She pursed her lips and pouted. “You, you, you little harlot!”
Wite began laughing though her teeth before she busted out laughing.
“Are you messing with me?!” Bell demanded now even more red.
“I’ll let you figure that out yourself, you know that we already sleep together in the same nest, so I’ll let your imagination fill out anything else.” Wite continued to laugh.
“But… but, that’s for warmth purposes, though right? Right?! Oh my gosh!” Bell grabbed her head and was starting to panic at the heresy she was hearing. She began to take in long deep breaths to try to calm herself down. She resumed combing Wite’s tail with a trembling hand and looked over at Owen with visible frustration. Owen was sitting in a corner, in deep focusing sketching Skyler’s Gible completely oblivious to anything else that was happening.
