Succubus Inquisition

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Inquisition ch 6

Sir Blake combed his greasy black hair back along his head with a gloved hand, while watching two large dragons fly off. He had been dropped off a few minutes' walk away from his own people to avoid issue with the "mythological" beasts, which were very much alive. Starting a village wide panic wouldn't be wise, after all.

The knight sighed, realizing how much work had to be done before the battle of a lifetime.

A few minutes later he walked into view of the village among the trees. The first thing he noticed wasn't the wooden walkways linking trees together or the sight of innocent villagers going about their day. It was the armed guards, with arrows nocked within their bows. The guards didn't linger long, recognizing him. Arrows returned to quivers, before greeting the honored knight.

Blake shook hands with a guard he realized was Jake, the man that introduced him to Emilia. Guilt and pain filled his aching heart, as he remembered holding the beautiful, yet dying ranger in his arms. Dragus had been kind enough to dig a grave, and they buried the ranger, saying their good byes. It was a sad time but Blake didn't have time to mourn. If actions weren't taken now, there would be countless more innocent lives lost. The time for mourning would come later.

"Plymouth has been awaiting your return, my lord." Jake's face was covered by a helmet. Only his eyes were visible, which explained why it took Blake a moment to recognize him.

The knight nodded and followed the man as he led the way.

They walked past many people going about their lives without any knowledge of the danger they were all in. Blake hoped they would never find out.

Plymouth paced back and forth at a table with a large map. Two heavily armored men stood with him. Blake recognized them as two Generals from the legion. A thin smile formed on his lips as he greeted them. Plymouth let out a sigh of relief as the knight entered the room.

"Oh, I'm so glad to see you! I've alerted the generals of our problem and only these two believed me. The others said I was a hallucinating fool to speak of demons."

Blake placed a hand on Plymouth's shoulder as he looked to the other two men. "If this man is a hallucinating fool, then I'm the emperor of the known world." The two men understood and wanted to get into details.

Over the next hour the four men discussed plans and set a course of action. The army would be ready by sunrise the next morning. The other generals would have no choice but to follow suit and prepare. Messengers went out to relay orders. Everything would be rushed. Thanks to Plymouth they already had a head start. Actually Plymouth's actions saved them a week of preparation, and Blake was glad the man had volunteered to stay behind.

Blake didn't get any good sleep that night, as he twisted and turned, his mind constantly on that pale woman that stole Emilia from him. His dreams turned to nightmares. Bright red eyes haunted his every thought.

The knight woke up screaming, completely covered in sweat. In a panic he searched the room, expecting to see his nightmare come to life. The morning rays of light warmed his wet skin and revealed his room to be empty. Relief filled him as Plymouth burst through the door.

"Are you alright!?" He had rushed out of his own bed as he heard the screams.

"I-I'm fine, just a nightmare."

He returned his sword to its sheath. "Ok, sir can I ask you a question?"

The knight wiped sweat off his face and chuckled. "You just did." Before the man had any time to react he continued. With another chuckle, he said, "Go ahead."

"I didn't want to pry in front of the generals but where are the others?"

The knight replied, while sliding his hands through his hair, slicking it back, "Emilia didn't make it, the demon spawn Amber was captured by agents of the demon and the others set off to rescue her. They left me behind to gather the army. Thanks to you, we should be ready to march in a few hours rather than a week."

"I had thought it wise, just in case."

"I'm glad you did. We'll need every able man to survive what is coming." The man nodded and kindly left Blake to change into dry clothes.

A few minutes later the knight exited his chamber in his suit of armor and smiled, pleased to see Plymouth in his own. Another armored man greeted them as he came across the rope bridge and told them the army awaited, prepared to march. And he was right. The jungle below was filled with soldiers in formation, knights upon horses and generals out in front. Rivers of plate metal and pike weapons made the ground appear as a flowing machine, a marvelous sight.

Blake's mind flashed back to how General Titus had gathered his men and marched off to their deaths. No one had been prepared for that demonic fight. Deep down he hoped he wasn't making the same mistake twice. His heart wasn't filled with hatred or revenge this time and he planned to stay with the army to the end. No matter what happened, he would fight alongside these men to the death.

The men began to march. Loud stomps echoed throughout the jungle as every man stepped in unison.

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Wind blew through Bree's long hair as she held tightly onto Athan. They were both riding on Dragus' back, allowing Yshomatsu to fly unhindered. This, after all, happened to be the monk's first true flight as a dragon, and they didn't want to risk giving him extra burdens, a gesture that had been greeted kindly with flips and spins, as the monk enjoyed flying immensely. His heavy crimson body soared around them, laughing.

Dragus worried that he'd exhaust himself before battle but didn't say anything. It warmed his heart to see the monk so joyful, and he didn't want to ruin the moment. They could be flying to their deaths.

They flew past the jungle and over the high grass until valleys of green hills filled the horizon. They avoided the villages and dirt roads to prevent any chance of the succubus learning of their arrival. Dragus could sense Meridiana's presence and allowed it to lead the way.

A great hunger filled him that he hadn't felt for a long time. It was his body's way of alerting him to the presence of evil. Dragons hungered for the unnatural meal, and it had been the reason he considered himself a guardian of the world.

Being a carnivore, he loved the taste of fresh meat, yet he didn't feast on humans or animals. His body only craved one type of meat, as if he had been created to fight demons. After the dragons defeated the age of demons and allowed the humans to flourish, times changed. Their food source ran out and oddly enough they found themselves being hunted by the very humans they had freed.

Dragus had defended himself and had devoured a few humans at the time. He had discovered quickly that their flesh didn't sit well with him, making him sick. As his family slowly fell and no new demons spawned, he fell into isolation.

A long time had passed before a grumble in his stomach woke him up, his hibernation interrupted. That had been the time he discovered Athanatos and Yshomatsu. He watched silently from the shadows as they fought human cultists. Then the demon spawned and his mouth watered. The two monks were defeated and he fed for the first time in ages. Yet he didn't leave. Something tugged at his soul. For reasons he couldn't understand he saved their lives, and returned to hibernation.

Many years later both monks appeared and interrupted his slumber. Only this time he hadn't felt the great hunger. Now that he felt it grow during the flight he realized something. He had to be close to feel their presence. The closer they flew, the hungrier he grew.

It wasn't long before his great vision could see a large unnatural tower of black rising up into the sky. He knew instantly that the tower marked their destination, like a giant X on a human map. The ancient dragon also noticed that Yshomatsu had stopped carrying on. The monk could feel the demon's presence as well and had gotten nervous as they closed in on her location. The tower grew as the dragons flew closer, constructed by a strange shiny black material that appeared to consume the light around it.

They circled around in a wide arc that kept them from getting too close. The tower rose out of the ground from within a pile of ruins, a building that looked ancient but had recently fallen. Dragus understood that the monks had called it home, based on Athan's stories. It was a sad tale of how those keeping the balance between good and evil had almost been wiped out. Had he not isolated himself for a hundred years he may have been able to prevent it. But he hadn't felt the demon's arrival. The cave in the jungles had been too far away.

Lying dormant for so long in that cave had rendered his senses blind to the outside world. He would have slept through the end of the world had the monk not stumbled upon him. Perhaps it had been fate that brought those he saved to his door step. Dragus' wandered to a deep secret he had kept for thousands of years. If they survived this, perhaps the monks were worthy to share his burdens.

The sun had begun to set during their long flight. Its retreating light blazed a fiery canvas upon the sky. Had he not been here with a purpose, Dragus would have stopped to admire that beautiful sun set.

They couldn't see any windows or doorways or any other way into the tower itself and assumed there would be a way in from the monastery ruins.

Large brown wings spread wide, Dragus flew in a smaller arc as he descended to the ground, keeping away from the tower by a good distance. The two upon his back slid off the moment his paws touched the ground.

"Be on your guard, young oness! We will disstract the demon. There will be other dangerss awaiting you. Find Amber and get out." His ancient voice filled their hearts with courage before they nodded and set off towards the tower.

Yshomatsu hadn't descended with him, and as the older dragon looked up to the sky he noticed the crimson dragon soaring towards the top of the tower. With a strong beat of his wings and a push from his legs the elder lizard leaped into the air.

Dragus had hardly risen ten feet off the ground when he spotted a smaller form atop the tower. Demonic wings opened behind the form and he knew instantly. His stomach grumbled at the sight, a powerful demon, a healthy meal. He was too far away from his crimson comrade to urge him to wait until they were together to strike.

Something wasn't right, as if she knew they were coming. But how? They had flown far from prying eyes. The last of the sun's rays melted to darkness. Not even moonlight would shine this night.

Yshomatsu's wings folded into his body and he plummeted like a brick towards the source of all his troubles. The demon stood with her hip cocked to the side and a sultry smirk on her face. She wasn't worried at all! Dragus' hunger made way to a rising panic in his gut.

"WAIT!" Dragus called out into the night but the monk didn't hear him, his red body dropped with jaws open wide. The ancient brown dragon had warned the monk not to allow the dragon's basic instincts to take over. He warned that Ysho had to keep control at all times. He flapped his large wings faster, attempting to gain ground and catch up. The monk had the advantage of speed as he fell from the sky. "You arrogant fool!"

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Meridiana stepped to the side as the red comet dropped and slid past atop the obsidian surface, nails scrapping loudly. His large body spun around as he growled, tail whipping around, eyes filled with hunger and hate. She remained calm and greeted him.

"My pet finally came home! Did you miss me?" Her voice was low and sultry.

She had on a long elegant black dress that fit her like a second skin, pressing against her curves. Her red skin appeared brighter than ever next to the black cloth. An abundant amount of cleavage showed. A slit up the dress allowed her to move easily along with revealing her long, smooth leg.

The crimson beast snapped his jaws threateningly. Vengeance filled his heart. Nothing would please him more than setting right the wrongs he had committed. Unleashing this demon had changed the world in ways he never could have anticipated.

There was a musky scent on the air the beast couldn't resist sniffing. The dragon's mind had taken over as he surged forward to attack. The monk struggled to regain control as the giant beast stood there growling. He had to act before she did something! Yet she just stood there with her hands on her hips and watched as the large eyes staring at her slowly dilated.

"You wouldn't hurt me, would you?" She asked knowingly, running her hands up her body, squeezing her boobs. "Not when there are so many other things you'd love to do to me." She added a wink as she licked her lips.

The dragon's head tilted, as her voice wormed its way into his head. The other dragon was closing in on them. She could sense his ancient power and knew that he'd never fall under her spell. Not like Yshomatsu would. The monk had been inside her, and there would be no resisting her charms once she had tasted his sweet seed. Her pheromones were attuned to his body and quickly had their effect.

Yshomatsu's struggle amused the demoness. His strong will meant nothing after sowing his seed within her. The monk could have had the strongest mind in the entire world and it still wouldn't have mattered.

"Protect me and I'll give you what you really desire, deep down, between those legs." The red scaled dragon turned his elongated neck towards the ancient being rising up to them. His compromised mind knew exactly what she suggested, eager to please. He charged forward with a grunt and leaped off the tower, heading to meet Dragus in combat with a howl of rage.

"Too easy." The succubus rolled her eyes and slowly walked away.

The large crimson dragon soared down to greet the elderly brown lizard. His eyes were bloodshot and unrecognizable as the distance quickly evaporated between the two beings.

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"What are you doing?" Dragus called out, realizing too late that he had been compromised. The two dragons met in a loud clash and flipped through the air in a heap of flapping wings and slashing claws. The red scaled beast snapped his jaws at Dragus until finally catching his long, strong neck. Teeth sunk into brown scales until blood began to spill.

Dragus cried out in pain and struggled to break free, his own paws clawed and struck at the crimson body. Their wings flapped around uselessly as they rolled towards the ground alarmingly fast. The air roared past their ears like a raging hurricane. The older lizard's chest swelled up and heated; brown underbelly scales turned to molten gold as the heat rose up his chest and into his neck. He angled his neck, pushing through the sharp pain and tilted his head towards Ysho.

THUD!!

The ground slammed against them before Dragus could exhale his fire. A large dirt cloud rose up around them as fire coughed and spilled out of his mouth. The impact hurt worse as Ysho's body weight came down on him, knocking all air out of his lungs. For the moment the bloody jaws released their grip on his neck. Weakly the elder dragon whipped his tail, slapping Ysho in the face, before shoving his large body to the side.

Dragus rose on unsteady limbs and faced his compromised friend. "Find reasson! Thiss issn't what we came here for!" His tail snapped again, whipping Ysho across the face.

Those dilated eyes stared at him with hate as his head shook, quickly recovering. His maw opened wide and a gust of sand exploded out, slamming into Dragus hard. The unique attack stung against his wounded neck, as if pouring salt on it. Dragus' cry of pain bellowed out.

"I warned you to not allow the beasst'ss mind to take over!" He screamed as he charged into the blasting sand and tackled against Ysho's shiny red scaled body. His head swung under the current of sand, latched onto his leg and pulled. The sand stopped abruptly as his red body was forcefully yanked forward. The elder dragon's teeth sunk into muscle before pulling free, dragging those sharp razors through tough scales.

A red scaled tail came down hard over Dragus' neck and forced his head to the ground. Yshomatsu attacked again by slamming his strong jaw down on top of Dragus' head. The red dragon stumbled back and shook his head, the world spun and he wasn't even the one that got hurt. His scaled lips curled up as he snarled, watching the ground shift before his dizzy eyes.

"Are you nothing but a play thing to be ussed up and disscarded, or are you the guardian that I created to fight evil and protect thiss world?"

He struggled to rise. He had lost a lot of blood before the sand filled his wound. It had been a lot longer than he thought since he had been in a real fight. His body ached and screamed against his commands but eventually he stood on shaking limbs, rising to his full height. Ysho stood there snarling at him as if he hadn't heard a word he said.

"Fine, you want a fight? I'll give you a fight!" A wave of fire spilled out from his mouth and launched towards his foe. It had been too fast and the red dragon took a face full of fire. The heat felt uncomfortable but otherwise didn't do any damage, his eyes were clamped shut as he held his breath. The scales on face heated up and burned bright red.

The fire never let up before he felt a powerful clawed hand slam into his shoulder, knocking him off balance. Yshomatsu's body tumbled to the side as the jaws came at him through the fire and snapped. At the same moment the fire ended and those powerful jaws bit down on his elongated snout. Dragus kept the red dragon's head down as he moved to his side. Strong forearms grabbed Ysho and lifted him up. He let go with his jaws as he lifted higher.

Ysho snapped as his head had been released, catching a horn on Dragus' head and snapping it off. He dropped the broken piece of bone as Dragus flung him into the air. Red wings opened wide but it was too late. The ancient brown dragon watched as his friend crashed into the rubble of the monastery, and was consumed by the debris. The large brown body of his panted and struggled to remain standing. He didn't feel any pride at attacking a friend, but hoped to have knocked some sense into the young monk.

Dragus opened his wings and flapped, weakened but eager to face the demon.

They had set out to distract her and give Athan and Bree a chance to save Amber. And they had failed miserably. His body rebelled against his actions but slowly he rose. Midway up the tower he looked down.

Yshomatsu burst from the rubble, sending pieces flying in every direction. The red dragon screamed; roaring at the top of his lungs and ascended to chase Dragus down. The attempt to knock sense into him had apparently failed.

The ancient dragon spread his wings wide, catching the wind and hovered as his body heated up. Several balls of fire were launched down. Yshomatsu spat up balls of sand in return and continued to rise, spinning and dodging the balls of fire. Dragus arched his long neck as two balls of sand whisked by his face. A third exploded against his open wing like a boulder.