Chapter 3: Meeting The Servants
John took a look around the large hall that Waika had let him to. The whole place reminded him of a medieval throne room, right out of one of the fantasy novels he loved to read. Red carpets were spread across the stone floors and there were at least six giant marble statues scattered across the room that closely resembled Waika in all sorts of heroic poses. Without saying a word, John put down a mental note and added 'narcissistic' to the list of character traits that the goddess possessed...
Besides the statues, the most eye catching object in the room had to be the large, golden throne in the middle of the audience chamber. John had never seen anything as decadent and bombastic like this before. The throne had red satin cushions for a seat and two large, sculpted wings spread out from each side, which gave the whole thing an otherworldly and divine appearance. The whole construct was way larger than the average person and John felt slightly intimidated by the sheer size and look of it. 'Yep, definitely narcissistic...'
Waika wasted no time sitting down on her throne, crossing her lascivious legs in a comfortable position and spoke to John from her heightened position, "Pretty impressive, isn't it? It won't be long now until my servants will return. I think it would be for the best if you would just let me do the talking at first, my dear. Maka and Hamra can be quite...irritating towards strangers. Especially if they happen to, well, look like you. Sorry, darling."
John gave Waika a rather baffled look as as her words weren't really encouraging to him for what was to come next, 'Sounds like a certain goddess I know...' but nonetheless nodded in agreement. He thought that it would be better to not attract too much attention for now, so he decided to step behind the throne, trying to hide his burly body in the shadows the pompous object was throwing.
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It didn't take long before the expected servants arrived. The doors at the end of the hall opened and John could make out two female frames slowly closing in from the other end of the room, coming closer with every step on the carpeted floor. Thankfully, the two beauties didn't notice John yet and focused their attention solely on Waika sitting on her throne as they made their way past the statues and approached their goddess. They stopped several feet in front of her and sank down on one knee to pay their respects to their goddess. It didn't take long for one of the two to start speaking,
"Your Benevolence, your loyal servants Maka and Hamra have returned."
"Ah, Maka, Hamra, my loyal servants, welcome back! We have already been expecting you. Please, report to me about what your findings regarding our enemy. Raise yourselves and report."
After the two women stood up again, John could take a closer look at them now. These two young ladies looked almost like identical twins, with their only difference being the colour and style of their hair, so it was obvious to him that these two had to be sisters.
Maka had bright red-orange hair with a single ponytail flowing down her back while Hamra sported light blue hair colour with two shorter pigtails on either side of her head. They looked absolutely stunning, and any supermodel would have been jealous of their slim figures. They had spotless, fair skin and beautiful faces with big, blue eyes. Their dresses were similar to that of Waika, although they didn't wear nearly as much golden jewelry as their goddess. Instead, they each had accentuated their white dresses with red and blue ribbons respectively, matching their hair colors. John also noticed that they, just as their goddess, weren't wearing any bras underneath their dresses to protect their D-cup breasts. What was it with the women in this world refusing to wear any kind of breast support?!
Their long legs were covered in black, knee high socks and on their feet they wore white, medieval looking sandals. From their outfits alone, John would have thought of them as some slutty cosplayers from anime conventions that any nerd would fawn over, but he had no reason to doubt that these two women were indeed the divine servants that they claimed to be.
Any man would have been head over heels over these beautiful young ladies and John wasn't much different. Looking at their hefty busts, he could feel the blood flowing into his crotch area, the thin white fabric of his toga stretching more and more around his massive erection. If only Waika hadn't teased him earlier! He moved even more behind the throne in hopes that nobody would notice his awkward boner.
Following the request of their goddess, the red haired girl began to speak once again, her voice full of concern as it filled the big hall, "Your Benevolence, Hamra and I have returned from our mission and we bring you some dire news. The Demon Queen has doubled her efforts and gathered more and more troops. She has ordered her generals to conceive a plan for the imminent invasion of our lands. It won't be long now until they will attack us, Your Benevolence." And with that, they both lowered their heads once again, awaiting the response from their goddess.
Waika listened to Maka's words for warning, but despite this, she didn't seem to be that much concerned. With a visible smirk on her face, she responded to her loyal servants, "I thank you for your report, but you don't need to be worried anymore. In your absence, I conceived a plan to get rid of the demon threat once and for all! The size of their armed forces will mean nothing, once we take out the key pieces of the Demon Queen's army, one by one! Think of it as a game of chess, my loyal subjects, and her generals are the pieces. The Rooks, Knights and Bishops will all yield to us before we will go after the Queen herself!"
