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He stood by the elevator, hating the looks he was getting from everyone... but at the same time he had to admit it sent a thrill running through him. He liked the attention, definitely... but the power he had over these people already was enough to unnerve him as well. He shook his head as some of the soldiers followed him into the main hall, murmuring between themselves about whether or not to approach the Drakkaren... before he felt himself nudged from the side and he glanced over to see another reptile standing there, poking at his arm and looking up at him embarrassedly, before giving a stupid grin. "Um... nice tat?"

Zerrex blinked, then he glanced at the arm: the sleeve of his jacket had rolled all the way up to reveal his muscular bicep with the swastika tattooed on it between the barbs of the gaelic ivy. The Drakkaren coughed and blushed slightly, leaving an awkward silence between the two while the reptile sized up this newcomer.

A Drakkaren like he was, from the height... roughly seven feet tall, and dressed in a plain, unmarked tan uniform with gold streaks through it, old combat boots that had gone dusty beyond the salvation of any polish, and with a handgun at his side and a plain nightstick behind this. He also had the edge of a scar just under his collar... and Zerrex took another glance over him, at his lithe body that was covered neatly by the slightly-rugged uniform, and then he smiled a bit and bowed his head towards him. "You're a former Iuratus, aren't you?"

"I wish." He laughed a bit and shook his head, smiling back at Zerrex and rubbing his green-scaled head, his blue eyes flickering a bit. "I was just an impoverished farmhand, a half-slave for another family while trying to take care of my own... but I had enough military training that I passed the entrance test for the rebel army." A pause and a bit of a blush as he drew his hand back, realizing he'd been slowly massaging the Drakkaren's bicep. "Sorry. Um. I um... I mean, I just wanted to talk to you and... see you up close, I guess..."

Zerrex nodded and laughed quietly, glancing over him again before nodding as the elevator opened. "Care to join me?" He stepped inside, then smiled a bit wider as the Drakkaren flushed deeply and stepped inside, smiling warmly up at him. "Glad for the company... so what's your name?" A pause and a glance over him again." And you look pretty young... how'd you get the extra training?"

The male smiled a bit up at him, looking a bit uneasy as he glanced down, before looking up again and starting to babble - and likely giving away far more information than he'd intended. "Well... I was um... I mean, my name is Hansel, Hans Genevieve... I mean, I'm twenty, or... you know, almost, I'm nineteen and a few months... and um... I was going to military academy, but when I was sixteen, my dad was drafted by the military and my mother died, so I had to take on the role of parent, sorta, for my younger sisters. I mean, sister and brother... so I had to leave the academy, instead ended up doing slave work for a family down the road, working in the farmhouse and sleeping there some nights, doing... you know... other stuff for the family, for the brothers that ran the house, and even the younger sister when she was... you know... in the mood and lonely... and... stuff..." he broke off, flushing and looking down, and Zerrex reached up and tilted his head upwards as the elevator rolled to a halt, meeting his eyes.

"Don't worry about it. I understand, and there's nothin' wrong with what you did... or enjoying it, either." He added after a pause, and Hans blushed embarrassedly and toddled quickly after Zerrex, as he walked out of the elevator, the Drakkaren following quickly along in his wake and looking after him adoringly. Horribly, Zerrex already had an idea of getting the once-slave to suck his cock for some stress relief... and he quickly shook his head with a mutter to himself before glancing over his shoulder at Hans, adding easily: "But now you're here, huh? Just an infantry soldier?"

"Mostly I work around base... I'm a guard and stuff..." he mumbled, looking embarrassed again as Zerrex nodded: standard rookie duty, not usually appreciated by the soldiers. He paused as he glanced around, flushing deeply as he toddled after his apparent new hero, then he mumbled: "I've never... been up around here before... don't think I've really been in the civilian barracks... only came here a few months ago, and... you know..."

"Not really." Zerrex said with a bit of a grin over his shoulder, making Hans blush deeper... and then he turned almost completely red when Zerrex put an arm around him and easily drew him up against his side. The reptile looked down at him with an amused smile, feeling his entertainment grow at the obvious bulge in Hans's pants that the unfortunate Drakkaren was trying to cover up somehow, and instead drawing him closer: on one hand it hid the hardness in his pants, on the other... he could feel it pressing firmly against his leg, and again he had visions of this little, feminine male giving him some nice private time... "But no worries, right? You can accompany me back to my room, and maybe I'll come find you later."

The Drakkaren looked up at him with shining eyes, nodding rapidly, and Zerrex smiled a bit again, feeling more relaxed now... and he had the faintest hope that things, maybe, could turn out good here after all.

Narrius stood in the main meeting room of one of the larger military complexes in his main sector, hands behind his back, pristine suit almost a second skin on his body as he looked out the side window and into the courtyard below, where RED Enforcers were going through a standard military exercise: all of them naked but for a pair of black shorts, training with old automatic rifles loaded with .22 slugs and half loads of gunpowder. He watched idly as the two teams - differentiated by crimson and blue armbands - opened fire on each other, one of them falling from massive trauma to his leg. The bullets were little more than weak pellets, but his leg had more than twenty rifle rounds in it... and the game paused as one of the Enforcer Captains blew a whistle to pause the 'game,' then walked up, drawing his sidearm as the Dragokkaren clutching his leg winced and apparently tried to ask for mercy - Enforcers were trained to never, ever beg, even after torture - but was promptly cut off by a single shot to the head from one of the high-caliber handguns carried by the commanding officers, sending him down in a spray of gore and brain matter. His corpse was dragged away by two of his former compatriots, the gore mopped off the playing field... and then the game resumed, and Narrius turned his attention from his spectacle with boredom to the soldiers present.

Alone sat in a chair, his naked paws up on a table, baggy pants hanging around his legs and a loose leather military jacket with RED emblazoned on both shoulders and across the back hanging around him, a size too big... but the black uniform shirt over his chest tight to show off rippling muscle hidden beneath it. His arms and legs were also much stronger than when he'd first woken up, and he had a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes, one ear flicking disdainfully at the sound of the shot as he spun a massive silver .45 on one finger, with Excalibur II etched down the barrel, and a sword cut into the fitted handle. His fur had lost its black splotches and instead become pure white, and his eyes were a shifting periwinkle, hands clad in driving gloves to cover his padded but otherwise barer, more reptilian hands.

Sitting on the table next to him, her legs primly crossed and back purposefully turned to the wolf - knowing that lack of attention pissed him off - was Cherubim: the female was naked but for a two-piece black bikini that barely covered her ample breasts, and the bottom was more like a g-string than any kind of swimsuit, leaving little to the imagination as it clung tight against her crotch. Her legs were slender and strong, her arms muscular but lithe as well, her stomach taunt... and her scales were a strange reddish-blue. Stretching from this Drakkaren's back was a pair of blackened angel wings, the mixed black, grey and white of ash: and on closer inspection, they were made not of feathers, but thick, leathery scales that came down to a sharp point at one end, shaped almost like teardrops. Her eyes were feral, golden yellow and with vertical, slitted pupils... and her teeth cruelly curved inwards like fangs as she smiled, before raising one finger and wrapping a long, forked tongue around it as she peered at Narrius. Her legs primly crossed, she tapped one three-inch spike heel against the other on her knee-high motorcycle boots, which also bore silver circles up either side, with blacks straps connecting these to each other: but she had no weapons on her, whereas Alone had all manner of guns tucked into his waistband and holstered all along his body, as well as the one he carried in his hand.

That left two: one, a black-scaled Dragokkaren also dressed in a suit, sixteen feet tall, resting silently against the wall and with his crimson eyes currently focused on Narrius. Other than his clothing, however, he resembled the liquid creatures that Zerrex had dispatched earlier in the day. The other would also be familiar to Zerrex, but the reptile would be surprised to find that Mengele had already changed a bit more from his Drakkaren self: now he'd sewn on a few patches of white wolf fur over his scales, changing his overall appearance into an even more twisted hybrid. Every so often, he shot Alone a musing glance, treating the wolf more like prey than a fellow high-ranking member of Narrius's army.

Finally, the Patriarch turned to them with distaste, saying mildly: "Zerrex has become a problem. He's joined the rebels up in their pathetic little base in the dead valley... the facility is obviously rife with electrical power and thermal signals. Unfortunately, however, I expect an attack within a few days... Raves had never been one to wait."

"Y'know, boss, first thing we should do? Shoot the fucker who let him go." Alone said plainly, then he took aim over at Mengele, who looked completely unfazed as he grinned and peered over the tops of his sunglasses. "Oh, am I ever so sorry, herr meister wannabe-wolf. I meant, the fucking idiot who didn't let him go, but actually set the fucking son of a whore free."

"Pull the trigger, then." Mengele responded with a snort, looking coldly back at Alone without a trace of fear in his eyes. Alone snarled, biting his lip and his finger tightening on the trigger as an eye twitched, the pure white wolf leaning forwards a bit towards him... and then the hybrid snorted and tilted his head, looking at him contemptibly. "What's wrong, Alone? Don't have the balls to do it because your master is in the room, and his good little lapdog needs the order before he can do anything? Or do you just not have the guts to shoot someone when you know even with your genetic enhancements and the nephilim inside you, you don't stand a chance against me, guns or no guns? Pitiful fucking asshole... I might be impure, but at least I'm nothing like you..." He rose his muzzle with a haughty snort, his lips curling into a cruel grin. "An empty-soul doggie stealing and wearing the body of the scraps of a barrel of shit, one of the worst examples of the lupine species I've ever seen. You're nothing more than a mannequin with brains."

"Shut up!" Alone shouted furiously, and then he quailed back as Narrius turned his baleful red eyes on him, shrinking away and dropping his gun on the table with a sulky mutter, putting his hands quickly behind his head instead and attempting to lean back in his chair, gazing at a corner of the room steadfastedly as he added angrily: "At least I'm not dead."

"But you were never alive to begin with." Mengele returned idly, then he snorted and turned his attention to Narrius, who had been watching the banter between the two with mild annoyance. "I think we should bomb the compound with Type 5 hemotoxic gas. Odorless, and they'll all die of blood issues within a week from their red cells dying and turning toxic to their own systems. Three known vaccines, but they have no access to our laboratories or the equipment necessary to build them, and after a day, none of them will have the strength to operate anything complex, either."

Cherubim smiled at him, idly stroking down her sides before tightly wrapping her arms around her stomach and looking at him with entertainment. "You and your poisons. Some of us find slow, painful deaths sexy, you know."

Mengele merely looked at her with disdain, then he said calmly: "And some of us find vultures like you disgusting and beyond even contempt. Go fuck Alone if you're looking for an easy lay, you stupid harpy."

The female snorted, looking back at him with a roll of her eyes, but otherwise she seemed unfazed. The argument seemed to be an old one between the two, as she stretched her wings out slowly, then she turned and grinned at the wolf, who was looking moodily off into the distance. "He prefers Cherry over me, I think. Even when he's a big boy, he seems to get off way too fast with any girl who can put up resistance at all, and he ain't so good... but you know Cherry, she just lives for sex now and even getting fucked by him a few times in a row she doesn't seem to mind too much..."

"Fuck you!" Alone snarled, then he snorted and looked down angrily, moodily glancing back and forth as he threw his paws back up on the table, looking up at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. Narrius looked again at the three arguers distastefully, then he smiled slightly, turning his crimson eyes over to Cherubim.

"Stop bickering." he said softly, and immediately Alone and Cherubim both looked at him, swallowing quickly and fear flooding into their bodies as Narrius slowly flexed one of his gloved hands, looking down at it idly. Then he turned his crimson gaze over the three RED Commanders, continuing mildly: "I recognize there's no lost love or comradeship between you, or we'd all be a bit more broken up over Iago's demise. The loss of his unit, although of no real consequence with how utterly useless the Angels were, goes to show that Zerrex may be able to provide the rebels with an added punch, the idea of which I don't enjoy contemplating."

He paused, looking down at his hand and adding gently: "I didn't give the four of you, my RED leaders, each a nephilim just so you could brag about your strength and wear jackets like this was some ridiculous club. And since each of you is the leader of a specific set of units, your loss would be grievous... although not fatal to my current plans. Of all of you, the only person so far who's proven himself of any use is Mengele, which is why he's permitted to survive despite his abhorrent tastes." Narrius looked over the patches of wolf on the Drakkaren with disgust, and Mengele merely snorted and rolled his eyes away.

"Cherubim." Narrius said softly, and the female immediately looked up raptly, flapping her wings once as she smiled brightly, but her eyes betrayed a tremor of terror as well. "We've detected rebel scouts entering the northernmost sector, seventeen. I want you to use your powers of persuasion to get them to take you back with them... and once you arrive at their base, set off a radio transmitter and give us their location. I'll send you air support and we'll simply blow apart the base and irradiate the ruins with a concentrated nuclear dispersal unit to make sure none survive." He paused, then glanced over at Alone. "And you, pelt. I want you to go and start the Untrained on level four, and arm the hunting taskforce with assault weapons and battle gear. Black Requiem, you can report back to my Manse and make sure that Marina is... comfortable. I have a few more chores to take care of yet."

The silent Dragokkaren nodded, then dissolved into a black ooze that slid smoothly away, not leaving a trace as it exited the room under the crack in the door. Mengele watched this with boredom, waiting as the others stood, bowed their heads respectfully, and quickly left, leaving him sitting alone with Narrius. The Patriarch made a disgusted face as the double doors closed, then he glanced at Mengele and asked mildly: "How long will Alone and Cherubim last?"

"Optimum performance?" Mengele shrugged. "All nephilim have a corrosive effect... Cherubim is already beginning to show signs of internal deterioration on the monthly exams as she grows physically stronger, but I doubt she's even felt the effects yet... she'll only last another twenty months at the most, however, and she'll be dead and rotted. Alone will last a bit longer... maybe up to thirty-six months with proper maintenance. He doesn't have the same physical properties, since he's only an empty canister that's mocking the effects of a soul... and ironically, his nasty chain-smoking habit seems to be stunting the effects of the lightning nephilim."

"Pity." Narrius said dryly, then he snorted and shook his head. "Well, Iago was a failed experiment as well... he lasted-"

"Nineteen months, one week, two days, thirteen hours, forty-five minutes... and twenty-two seconds." Mengele responded with equal acridity, earning an irritated glare that he chose to ignore entirely. "Then we basically pasted his scales onto the metal shell of one of Autoreplicators. Filthy android..." He snorted. "But by then he'd been absorbed into the nephilim's essence and their souls had mixed into one."

"But Drake is different." Narrius said slowly, and Mengele simply shrugged, glancing upwards and not saying anything. The Dragokkaren again gave him a frustrated glare, an eye twitching, before he finally asked in as calm a voice as he could manage: "How did things go different with Zerrex and Drake?"

Mengele lowered his head in thought for a moment, then he glanced back up and shrugged. "Zerrex only has half of Drake contained in his body... your son has remarkable healing capabilities, beyond extraordinary... his energy signature is different, or maybe he and Drake just decided to be friends. For all I know, maybe the fact that Drake is the only sentient nephilim has something to do with it... but Drake has always tested differently in every exam, and he's also the only nephilim who can assume an actual physical form and take physical presence in the world." A pause and a shrug. "From what I can see, the other nephilim only 'wake up' certain sections of the brain and automatically help influence the environment around themselves by... some unknown means. That's the only reason the Autoreplication Droid worked as Iago's outer shell... and why it was capable of regenerating so fast when the others took literal hours to rebuild the smallest of damages."

Narrius closed his eyes and put a hand to his head, then he looked at the scientist and said finally: "I don't want all your fancy little details and ideas, Mengele... that is not why I summoned you here, nor why I brought you back. And if you continue to frustrate me, I'm going to cut your head off, suspend it in a vial of life fluid, and torture you mercilessly day in, day out, until you give me the genetic sequencing primers I want-"

Mengele grinned at this though, then he laughed loudly, throwing his head back, and causing Narrius's eye to twitch: the only inherited gesture that Zerrex shared with him. Before he could make another threat - or act on it, as the glove around his hand sizzled with electricity - the half-wolf merely looked up at him coldly and said icily: "Try it, bellycrawler. Go ahead. But keep in mind that you screwed up when you brought me back, you messed up my neural wiring... I don't feel pain, pleasure, or anything at all. So why don't you do your worst? Besides, I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve... don't forget that I was the one who worked on the genetic coding for enhancement and controlled mutation."

The Dragokkaren snorted at this, then he cracked his knuckles and said softly: "I have plenty of other methods of torture, Mengele, don't worry about that. But fine. We'll keep playing your way for now, but just remember... the more trouble you put me through, the more trouble I'll put you through when it comes down to the end of the road, after you've finished the design of Godsmite." With that, Narrius walked easily around the table in the meeting room and back towards the doors, pushing his way through and adding over his shoulder: "I know you're trapped more by your own need to solve this new genetics puzzle than I am... and I always have a backup plan. So we can do it your way, Arctic Death, and everyone can go quietly... or I'll use my machines and make everyone go in screaming agony."

Then Narrius left, adjusting his tie and dusting invisible wrinkles out of his suit, leaving Mengele sitting alone with a snarl on his features, head bowed, hands planted firmly on the table as he stared at the flat surface with a mixture of loathing and self-contempt.

Zerrex walked out of his quarters, rubbing the back of his head and feeling vaguely amused as he wandered between the stone pillars, huge cleaver resting against his back and revolver in a holster at his side, the pack holding the other parts and a few spare bullets sitting on his other hip. He rubbed slowly at the back of his head, looking faintly amused as he felt the long hairs, tied back in a ponytail with a long, torn cloth: it had already grown all the way down past the middle of his back, which was... vaguely creepy, in his opinion. The reptile had also discarded his military jacket in favor of a navy blue dress shirt that his new personal servant, Hans, had brought him, the male dedicating his life happily to the Drakkaren without him asking more than: "Do you know where I could get some plainer clothes?"

He rubbed his short-sleeved shirted chest idly, still feeling a bit uncomfortable with the giant swastika tattooed on his bicep. In the privacy of his room, while he'd been getting his other stuff ready and whatnot, he'd also managed to get his hands on a tape measure and check the new length of his penis... and it was definitely much larger than before with just a look and judging by his new size, and when he'd finally gotten around to check, he'd found he was almost twenty inches larger: 51.4 inches was his new length in total. It definitely made him grin stupidly... then wonder if he'd ever be able to hilt himself into anyone ever again without killing them.

Drake, of course, had taken this time to speak up, as the Drakkaren had been idly stroking his gigantic, fully-erect cock before he sat back on the bed and looked down at his huge member thoughtfully with the nephilim's words. This is probably what would be termed your body's "average" size... a height roughly between the minimum and maximum you can shift your form. You remember that, right? You can now perform a kind of shape-shifting, which permits you to replicate and destroy cells as you wish, but consumes your energy to do so: in other words, you can force your body to grow larger or smaller. Your bones have also been redesigned so that they sort of... compress, or are... telescopic? Is that the word?

Anyway. Drake hadn't been interested in the semantics, continuing on in a mild, calm voice that instantly made Zerrex realize the bastard was lying... and with that realization, when Drake's mental voice didn't so much as quiver, he also came to realize he'd instinctively somehow created a wall between them, as Drake rambled on pointlessly about how Zerrex wouldn't be able to utilize his size-shifting properties and capabilities until they'd restored Drake's two halves together for lots of technical medical reasons, etcetera. In fact, he went on so long that Zerrex had enough time for his erection to die down and his shaft to shrink back into itself, as he looked at the huge, powerful flesh that when flaccid, got small enough he could put on a pair of pants and walk around without looking like he had a coil of really big sausages stuck down one leg of his pants unless they were... really really ridiculously tight pants... and then Hans had opened the door, interrupting both of them and snapping Drake off as Zerrex's concentration had been broken by the embarrassment of being caught naked, and Hans turned completely red before babbling mindlessly for maybe twenty minutes.

Eventually, Zerrex had gotten his clothes on, trying to ignore the way Hans was almost drooling over him and staring at him with what could only be described as pure wonder... but on the way out, he'd finally sighed and relented, looked down at the much-smaller male mildly, and said plainly: "Go ahead. Touch me."

Hans had dragged his hands over his chest like he was touching a god, his flush rising hotter in his chest and his pants creaking... then Zerrex had smiled slightly and patted him gently on the shoulder before leaving, too well aware he'd most likely throttle the small male with his penis, even accidentally... or worse, he'd rip him apart inside out.

Now, however, that left the reptile wondering idly how to shift his body size... which led to his next task. Before he even reached the doors leading out of the cement hallway, however, they were flung open, and General Churchill stormed inside... along with Huck and Albatross, the former who was pleading with him and trying to pull him away, the latter yelling at him angrily and looking utterly incensed, his single purple eye burning with rage. Churchill was also dressed in full ceremonial gear... and he had an officer's sword at his side, one of the decorative rapiers given to the exceptional soldiers - exceptional soldiers who graduated with high marks from military school, that was. Something which often came to mean nothing on the battlefield.

Zerrex sighed, then he rolled his eyes as Albatross and Huck turned their attention from Churchill to grappling with the twins, both wincing and struggling impressively against the twins, who were slowly forcing their ways forwards, snarling angrily and wrestling the two larger Dragokkaren gamely. Churchill looked over his shoulder with a wince, some of his anger turning to fear, and the Drakkaren couldn't help but roll his emerald eyes: the so-called 'General' had just walked into what could be defined as a perfect ambush, not just allowing himself to be pincered, but in fact forcing it to happen.

Without a word, Zerrex rose his hand and snapped his fingers twice, and the twins looked up before grudgingly backing off, lurking near the doors, Shine with a hand on her cleaver's handle and Mist cracking her knuckles threateningly, both glowering, both in jeans and plain military shirts that almost looked like the average civilian's wear. Albatross and Huck both looked relieved... then the former looked horrified and the latter groaned and dropped his face in his grubby hands, smearing engine oil down his muzzle from his coveralls as Churchill drew his sword and announced in a proud, clear voice: "You, sir, have offended my honor. I challenge you to a duel in order to defend myself and my status, out of fear that a... tyrant like yourself will prove to be just like your father and steal me out of my rightful place!"

Zerrex simply slumped with a tired sigh, rolling his eyes as the insult that would normally have sent him into a killing rage just bounced off him. He'd expected something like this, after all... and he had a strong feeling that Churchill wasn't going to do much more than squawk angrily, pace around, and then drag him off to some spot for public humiliation. "You're like... really, really annoying. I'm gonna like, stab you in the eye."

Churchill looked nonplussed at this reaction for a moment, then he snorted and flapped his arms, swinging the rapier back and forth and making Huck duck with a wince as the sword sailed dangerously close to his head, almost falling onto his grubby ass as he went from trying to get Churchill to back off to glaring at him. "Oh, so you are intent on taking my life-"

"No. Just... hurting you. In a really... sucky way." Zerrex responded lamely, straightening and rubbing the back of his head, causing the Dragokkaren to pause, blink, then glare again at him furiously, brandishing the sword at him. The Drakkaren coughed as Churchill approached, then rose a finger and pressed it to the badly-sharpened blade, carefully pushing it away to point in a different direction. "And stop waving that around. If you stab Huck or Albatross, I think you'll get shot."

"Don't tell me what to do!" Churchill barked back, then he drew his sword quickly downwards, making Zerrex wince as it cut a small knick in his finger, and the Dragokkaren puffed his chest out - pretty useless, since he was wearing the stupid fitted armor - and squared his shoulders, saying loudly: "I demand that you come with me, and we have a duel in the training center in the top level of the barracks to determine supremacy, using..." A glance at the huge cleaver on Zerrex's back. "Swords of honor and tradition, and not such foul, cheating weapons."

"I'm going to fuck him up so bad..." growled Shine, as she squeezed the handle of her cleaver, but Mist muttered something to her and the twins forced a cold smile as Churchill glanced over his shoulder at them with another visible wince. Zerrex sighed at the fact that the Dragokkaren took his full attention off him and dropped his guard entirely to his front, but, although tempted to kick him hard in the crotch, he resisted and simply stepped back, putting his cut finger into his muzzle to suck on it lightly.

Then the General turned back towards him, before snorting, doing a quick about face, and snapping the sword forwards as if ordering a charge before doing a quick march forwards through the doors, obviously expecting everyone to follow him, perhaps in some ridiculous formation. The reptile could almost feel pity for the poor idiot, as he shared a look with Albatross and Huckleberry, then he shrugged a bit and glanced at the twins, jerking his head, then beckoning with two fingers before shifting that to point over his shoulder with his thumb, and the twins nodded, bowing their heads respectfully.

The Drakkaren walked forwards, nodding to the two other males, and the females held the doors open for them before following a few paces behind, as Huck blinked and looked up at him curiously: "Okay uh... before we get to King Arthur there being an asshole... what the hell did you just order?"

"Iuratrus commands." Zerrex said plainly, then he shrugged and laughed quietly. "They're warriors as much as anything else, in some ways more. Sure, they're primarily sexual slaves... but they're better trained than your average military. I told them to follow at a short distance to watch my back, just in case Churchill... you know... leaps out from behind a pillar or something. I know most of them because most of the servants back... home... used to respond to them, when I still lived at the Estate with my father."

Albatross nodded, then glanced at Huck and added with an amused smile at his stare: "Did you... never know what Iuratus meant, you moron? You need to get out of your garage more often... and yes, the twins are sexual slaves, who are sworn to follow Lord Zerrex's commands, and no one else's."

"I think I hate you, you lucky bastard." sulked Huck, crossing his arms and glaring up at the Drakkaren, then he shook his head and rubbed at his face, only succeeding in smearing more gunk over his face. "But in all seriousness... Churchill is going to try and kill you, I think, but then he'll claim it was an accident later on... he thinks that by beating you, he can fortify his position as High Councilor, and that he'll even take on the status of hero... he's jealous, pissy, childish, a pussy-bitch-whiny-fucking-shitheaded-"

"I think he gets it." Albatross cut in mildly, then he made a disgusted face when Huck smeared grease on his otherwise clean uniform shirt, making him half-snarl and his face twitch in irritation. "You fucking 'tard! You know how hard this is to clean?"

"Now it goes with your face." Huck shot back, but before they could break down into childish bickering - or rather, degrade even further - Zerrex grabbed both of them by the backs of the neck and stopped, glaring from one to the other and making them both cough and look back and forth, before Huck finally said meekly: "Er. Sorry. Albossatross, you're the brains of the operation, you go ahead and explain. I'm the dude named after some fruit, after all."

"You are a fruit." Albatross muttered under his breath, then he winced as Zerrex shook him once, flapping his wings once before furling them tight as Zerrex let them both drop, rubbing at the back of his neck with one hand and resettling his cap on his head with the other. "But when there's a serious disagreement, it's often been settled through sparring here in base... and there's other duels that go on, generally with nonlethal weaponry or special knockout weapons, but there have been a few deaths caused by dueling. Accidental of course... but since we don't have a leader other than Churchill, everything gets resolved the old-fashioned way if we're stuck on ideas."

Zerrex sighed and shook his head slowly, raising a hand and gesturing idly for them to lead the way, and then he followed in the wake of the two onto the Ring and this time around the other side of it, muttering: "That's genius, really. I take it Churchill is generally the one to authorize or referee these duels?" A pause and an expression of distaste. "Power's really gone to his head... the council is supposed to function with a strong leader who's knowledgeable in every area, not some... retard with a few social studies degrees from military school. The classroom is not the battlefield... and I get the feeling his schooling was far more oriented towards academic studies instead of training."

They reached a staircase: one of the only ones Zerrex had seen so far, now that he came to think of it... and the small group made their way up it as Huck took the time to explain the rules. "He's going to want to duel you rapier-en-rapier... instead of... rapier-en-cleaver, 'cause he's well aware one chop of that will turn his pretty reward sword into a bent piece of junk." He paused as they reached a landing, then began to walk up another staircase that went in the opposite direction: apparently this pattern went on for a little while. "He's pretty fast, and he has no experience or technique, but what he makes up for in lack of skill he makes up with in terms of brute strength and speed. He doesn't fight to, you know, prove he's better or in actual duel format, but he has the tendency to fight to kill... so he has no restraint, and he won't draw back any of his blows. I dunno if that worries you at all..."

"Not really." Zerrex said mildly, shaking his head and sighing, then he glanced up to see the next landing had a pair of doors leading off, and there was a rumble coming from the other side. "Anything else I should know?"

"Try not to kill him, tempting as it is... when he's not talking out his ass, he earns the rank of Colonel every now and then with his ideas. Maybe he should be delegated to training troops in theory classes, though, instead of leading the rebel world." Albatross muttered, and Huck snorted.

He slapped Zerrex on the back, then grinned across at the blue-scaled Dragokkaren. "Hey, don't you listen too close to Albossatross. He might be pretty smart, but he doesn't get that some bad pet dogs you just gotta give a good, hard kick after they've been spoiled for years on end to knock the sense into him. But yeah, spare his life, huh? As a personal favor to me?" Huck looked up at him with what were likely supposed to be irresistible, pleading eyes, and the Drakkaren sighed and rolled his eyes, nodding once as they pushed through the doors, followed a few steps after by the Iuratus twins. A glance back at them told him they didn't share the same sentiments as the Dragokkaren.

Then he was through the doors, and he saw that a long blue mattress had been rolled out over the steel floor... the reptile paused as he glanced down on his walk across the plain-looking tiles, and he realized that this must be above the Ring and the community area. He wondered briefly if the shutter had been closed... but then remembered that the clear metal was one-way, so it was impossible to tell what was going on below. Not like they'd be able to see anything... especially with that mat there. But did he have to call out all these soldiers...

All around the spacious training hall - it was really just a huge, open room - were soldiers: maybe two hundred, likely more... definitely everyone off duty, though. He winced a bit, then blinked as his head gave a sudden ache, reaching up to touch it idly as Drake said irritably, Just kill him. I'll absorb the energy released by those you kill... and if they give in, I can snag their souls as well and break that down into pieces and use it as energy. A pause, and then Zerrex got the sense of Drake rolling his eyes. He's not that important... and you said yourself, you have to be evil and ruthless... oh, don't play semantics, that's what you meant by your little-

Click, and off went Drake as Zerrex's head ceased to ache, this time by the Drakkaren's own doing. It was getting easier to block Drake out as needed and also communicate with him when he wanted... and now it felt like he almost had two sections of mind: one private for just himself, and the other that he shared space in with the dark nephilim. He didn't have any time to wonder on this, though, as he stepped onto the map and easily took the huge cleaver off his back, putting it aside as a soldier walked forwards, head up and back rigid, face expressionless as he held out a plain, unornamented officer's saber. The Drakkaren took it, making a face at the thin, narrow blade, a weapon meant far more for stabbing than anything else... and then he looked up as the soldier stepped quickly back to the edge of the mat, where the battlefield ended and the crowd began.

Churchill was storming back and forth, sword in one hand, the other pointing at Zerrex, looking more like a sleazy, theatrical prize fighter than the time-honored General he claimed to be, glaring furiously at the reptile. The Drakkaren recognized this tactic, and he sighed as he swung the short sword back and forth, making a face at how papery it felt, then rolling his eyes and brushing his hair back, adjusting his hairband as Churchill began to shout, as he knew he would. The General really was acting more like a childish warlord than a seasoned veteran of... any battle or war. "There! There is the... the fool who says that he is the savior! Who says that he is the... the hero, the fighter, the... lying, cheating bastard, who wants to cause problems for everyone here, who has tried to steal my position as your humble but valuable leader from you... who I have challenged to a duel of honor, with weapons of real battle instead of... filthy, cheating-"

"Plastic toys." Zerrex said clearly, then he rose the sword, grasping the blade and handle firmly, before snapping it easily between his hands and throwing the two pieces to either side of him, snorting and shaking his head slowly. "I have no intention of killing you, Churchill, so why do I need shiny, useless tools of battle?"

"That was my father's sword!" Churchill yelled in a strangled, horrified voice, and Zerrex blinked, then looked embarrassed and rubbed the back of his head; before he could say anything, however, Churchill snarled and charged towards the reptile, yelling furiously as his wings extended from the open back of his armor... and the reptile blinked as the Dragokkaren jumped into the air while still a good distance away and flapped his extended, huge wings hard once, sending him flying towards the lizard in a deadly pounce, swinging the sword viciously downwards in a hard, awkward slash.

Zerrex easily ducked and bent one leg, leaning forwards to catch the larger reptile's wrist with one hand and arm with the other, turning as Churchill's wings flapped stupidly... but the Drakkaren simply moved with liquid grace, more guiding than throwing the Dragokkaren down into the ground and sending him rolling away, the reptile wincing as the large wings of the male slapped at him on his way rolling past.

Churchill ended up on floor, crumpled on his stomach and breathing hard, his wings flapping and trying to retract, but his armor making it difficult to do on the fly: instead, the Dragokkaren slowly struggled up to his feet, grunting and wincing, his body armor making it harder to bend and lift his own heavy body as behind him, Zerrex kicked the fallen rapier of the reptile up to one hand and caught it, then snapped this blade as well. He tossed the broken blade forwards with an easy flick of the wrist, and it sailed by Churchill's head to bury into the mat in front of him, the Dragokkaren jumping to his feet from his position on all fours and spinning around unevenly to glare at the reptile, his features twitching in anger that tried to mask fear, and terror that was easily becoming the dominant, overpowering emotion. "You... you..."

"Jerk? Bastard? Ass? I get all of those a lot." Zerrex said mildly, as he walked forwards, hooking his thumbs in his pockets and looking down into Churchill's eyes as the Dragokkaren shrank away from him. "Tell you what. You can keep your position on the council... but we're gonna have to work something out privately, instead of in these stupid, worthless duels that are just a waste of resources and soldiers."

"I'll never work with you!" Churchill responded shrilly, and Zerrex smiled a bit before nodding and shrugging, then he easily brushed past the Dragokkaren, heading past him and towards the double doors as Churchill stared stupidly after him. Soldiers parted for the Drakkaren, nodding respectfully, all of them looking at him with amazement... and then the lizard paused and glanced over his shoulder.

His emerald eyes locked with Churchill's, and he said evenly: "Fine. Then you're off the council for your continued hostility and obvious inability to cooperate with anyone who you think is a 'threat' to your power. We'll set up someone to put you through reeducation as a soldier and then you can start earning your way back to General through the same paths as everyone else, instead of just being a daddy's boy and taking some fancy courses at some fancy posh school." The reptile paused as he turned back around, then he called clearly: "Soldiers! Dismissed... return to duty or training."

And with that, Zerrex made his way to the doors as the soldiers dispersed, leaving Churchill standing by his piece of broken sword, Albatross and Huck looking at each other with relief and the twins smiling with sweet cruelty at the once-leader of the rebels before following Zerrex out, both recognizing the silent message he had given as well: his unspoken acceptance of his new and yet old position of Boss, now of this band of soldiers as much as everything else.

Cherubim laughed quietly as she sat with the arms of two Dragokkaren around her, smiling as they waited for a train to arrive that would apparently take them back to the rebel base. They were sitting side by side, and she was in their laps, stroking the arm of one and idly tickling under the chin of the other. They were both sweating, armor discarded, and the lap of the one she was sitting on felt extremely hard indeed... and both of them had already tossed their guns away as well. They were panting, their heartbeats were erratic, their eyes rolled with terror... but neither could pull away from her as she easily curled against one and brought both hands up to gently grasp the sides of his muzzle, pulling it down so she was looking into his eyes, asking teasingly: "How long until the train gets here, babe?"

"F... five... minutes..." he whispered... and she smiled, then leaned up and slowly kissed him, and the other Dragokkaren could only watch with horror as the male spasmed once, then his arms slackened and his eyes rolled open, cataracts spreading over them as his scales turned a dead, dull grey, his muscles weakening and clothes becoming loose on his frame as his body deteriorated rapidly... and then turned to dust, falling to nothingness and leaving Cherubim gently holding a skull and jawbone that fell away from her mouth, leaving her lightly kissing the end of the long muzzle, her eyes opening to look teasingly at the other reptile. Then a long crack suddenly spread through the skull, and she tossed it aside, standing up and brushing the body of the male aside... quite literally knocking it away and clearing herself a seat in the small security station that had been built in this terminal.

"Please..." The other soldier was crying now, staring in horror, and Cherubim looked at him with false sympathy for a few moments, even as her body underwent a strange change, light seeming to pulse under her scales as her breasts pushed out a bit more, her muscles thickened slightly. "Please... no..."

"You seem so sad, poor thing. So scared... you're just trembling so much..." she reached up and gently stroked his face, smiling at him with a kind look as she stood over him... then she stroked gently under his muzzle before playing her hands down his chest and winking as she reached his belt, noticing the prominent bulge in his pants despite his words, despite his terror. "But I know what'll make you feel better..."

His eyes widened as she jerked his pants down, revealing a good sized cock... and she licked her lips with a grin up at him before kneeling slowly down between his legs, as he fell limp with just a look from her, his body shaking violently as she lowered her muzzle over his member, and pleasure rolled through him once before it turned to some insane, psychedelic feeling of lightness, of disproportionateness to the world... and then to a simple, horrible emptiness as he groaned and rolled his head back, his body giving a few short jerks as his scales began to turn grey, his cock becoming harder, thicker, bulging in her mouth and his testicles swelled... before it too withered as she easily bobbed her head up and down the hard flesh.

A few moments later, his body turned to dust just as the other soldier's had... and he collapsed on his side in a puff of dust as Cherubim straightened and wiped her mouth with the back of one hand, grinning a bit as her body pulsed again and she let out a small breath of steam. Then she licked her muzzle slowly, readjusting her breasts against her bikini top as they swelled a bit further, her muscles bulging slightly... and then her form relaxed and she headed over to sit at the edge of the platform, legs kicking lightly as she rocked back and forth, her fallen angel wings flapping idly once before furling behind her, brushing at the plain white loincloth she'd donned as well... mostly because it had a black belt, upon which hung a plain black box with a green and red light on it, both currently blank.

Then a train approached, moving fairly slowly in reverse... and the soldier standing at the engine widened his eyes at the sight of her, turning to hit the controls... but Cherubim simply grinned and looked at him. All it took was for their eyes to meet for a moment, and then the male slumped forwards, his arms locking and his hands gripping the levers painfully tight. He panted roughly, suddenly unable to move and horribly, not wanting to, as the succubus got to her feet and slowly walked down the tracks towards him, before smiling and calling up in a seductive voice: "Come down here, big boy... I'll turn a trick for you in return for you turning a trick for me..."

A few moments later, the soldier fell down dead in a puff of dust, and she wiped at her mouth again, groaning softly at the roil of hot desire in her stomach and licking her muzzle hungrily as she hopped easily up to the engine car, working the levers and loving the taste of a strong male on her muzzle... except none had ever been strong enough to resist her when she really went to work, and none of them had even managed to hit orgasm, so she only got to taste a male's seed when she was careful not to suck out all their life force as well as their life-giving seed.

Perhaps it was a bit of a strange desire... yes, she wanted to suck a cock for more than five minutes, and wanted it to be someone who she didn't have to be nice to, like that bastard Alone... she let him dominate her every now and then, let him fuck her, sucked him off until he was content, let him shoot in her mouth, shoot all over her face, cover her in seed... but it was weak, and it was disgusting, and at any time she could kill the fucker if she wanted. And that took all the fun out of it, made all the sex... boring, just plain worthlessness.

What she really wanted was someone who would resist her attempt to rape him... a male who would be able to force himself on her, even. Sure, when she had started her life, she had been a soldier... had, in fact, modeled her life after her older sister... and even though for a while she'd lost track of her, it was strange: she'd joined the military, gotten access to the private records, and then promptly stolen them and moved to Hez'Ranna. But then again, with her sister being the famed Cynthia 'Cherry' Blossom... it made sense she'd turn out to be just as vicious in her own way, even if she, the little sister, had obviously turned out to be the stronger one after all these years.

So what did she really want? It wasn't hard to figure out, as she sat on the back of the engine, smiling and glancing over her hands as she rode down the tracks towards the rebel base. Her mission was really just to turn on the transmitter, which would almost instantly give the location of the rebels away to Narrius, so he could devise his air strike after gauging depth, shielding, and the area of the facility from the measurements the radio was also programmed to give. She laughed quietly to herself, looking down and grinning as she slowly rolled her hands over her breasts, squeezing the firm swells lightly and feeling that desire give a flare. She had already broken her sister... brought her down to the level of a sex-slave, a fucktoy for the soldiers in the breeding facility; but hell, she'd gotten a good spot, right? She'd made sure her older sister had been given residence as the first experimental Breeding Queen, and now she was the mother of probably seventy to eighty percent of the military. She was the big queen mommy... and she, the little sister, got to always be with her when she wasn't out on duty or a special RED mission... she even kissed her, fucked her, made love to her and shared everything with her older sister, including all the energy she had to spare...

Cherubim gave a happy sigh, smiling and murring to herself as she slowly massaged the underswells of her enormous breasts, feeling her body shifting before she closed her eyes and concentrated on maintaining her form, licking her muzzle slowly. Now she was going to give her beloved bigger sister an even better present... she was going to either tame the legendary Zerrex, who she'd heard so much about, or bring his energy back and share it with her sister. She just hoped that she'd get around to fucking him this time... or that he'd at least managed to shoot his load while she was sucking all his life force out of his cock. She couldn't wait, truly... Gods, the thought alone made her wanted to touch herself, play with herself and have orgasm after delicious orgasm.

But there was also another stirring in the back of her mind that she didn't dare entertain... not because it scared her, but because it was the faintest, smallest hope she had, from all the tales she'd heard from her sister. And it was that Zerrex would be just as powerful as Cherry told her, because even though Cherubim had been able to tame the older female and break her down to the level of a slave or servant that could be ordered around by the meanest, weakest of males, it had taken her many years. If Zerrex, however, had tamed her sister from a male-eating - and anything-raping - Amazon to a begging, slutty bitch in one night... then maybe he'd be a male that could even bend her.

"God knows the father couldn't." Cherubim laughed a bit behind one hand, grinning coldly to herself but feel disgusted all the same. Many times she'd tried to seduce Narrius... but the Dragokkaren seemed to have almost no sex drive or any urge to do anything with her... quite the opposite, he'd always grown irritated when she'd tried to have any sort of sexual contact with him, treating her like filth or scum. And he inspired terror in her, he inspired fear, and he fed her addiction to power and domination, to sadism, darkness, and cruelty... but he gave her no sexual fuel, which just led her to preying on other weak males.

And fuck, some might find it sick, but she'd had the strongest, most vicious rapists brought to her room in ones, twos, groups up to a dozen, looking for some way where she could be pressured, hurt... but no, they all fell to her charms... and then she sucked the life out of them. All they had to do was touch their body... but certain... sensitive areas worked best for her to pull life essence from. None satisfied her, though... the best they could ever do was give her a momentary pleasure, a quick, shitty burst of desire that faded away to disgust. She knew she was just like her abused older sister... she wanted to find someone who could control her. She wanted to fall to second-in-command... but until she found that person, she would serve Narrius faithfully and as loyally as an Iuratus, giving her life for him if necessary as he fed her other needs, gave her more power every day, but left her sexual hungers unchecked.

With every person's life force she drank in, she grew stronger... it was one of the gifts of genetic manipulation gifted to her by Narrius and the air nephilim in her body, that had also created her wings and allowed her to fly. Her own natural powers had increased as well... and whereas her older sister got the passive psychic powers of precognition and insight, she had been gifted with more active powers.

The female paused, then looked up with a grin, and her eyes flashed as the carts attached to the back of the engine suddenly cracked, then imploded, crumpling inwards like pieces of tin dropped into the deepest parts of the sea. Telekinesis and mind control were her specialties... and both increased tenfold when she let her real body come out to play. She could toy with a person's lusts and desires, drive them insane with feelings and mental hooks... and it all gave her a thrill of pleasure as well, of dark desire and ecstasy. Only people of exceptional willpower could withstand her tremendous mental power... and she whimpered a bit as she reached down and stroked two fingers between her legs, lowering her head and panting quietly, nipples so hard they were tenting the fabric and seemed to be threatening to rip right through the cloth.

She was excited, to say the least... and as she slowly chugged down the line, she closed her eyes and smiled in pleasure. It was better when it was drawn out, anyway... and it got even better after she'd denied herself a quick climax, forcing herself to wait, building the anxiety, the paranoia even, and both hating and loving it... and imagining this terrifying Zerrex. She had been instructed, specifically, by Narrius himself, to not engage him, to rip a hole through the base, summon her Archangels if necessary, but otherwise to get out as fast as she could... but oh, she had stopped in to see her sister... her always naked, broken sister on her throne, guarded by huge, gigantic males that were always ready to pleasure her, always there to serve her... and she had whispered such wonderful stories to her...

Cynterra "Cherubim" Blossom smiled to herself, closing her eyes and tilting her head back with a soft sigh, rocking her head back and forth as she made her way down the tracks... and then her eyes flicked over her shoulder, and a strange draft whispered down the tunnel to the end, the echoes carrying back to the female and telling her everything she needed to know. The two rebels guarding the platform blinked and shuddered at the odd chill, before both looked up as a figure appeared in front of them, a grinning female demon-

And then there were hooks in their minds, and their eyes burned as they slumped, dropping their weapons as the train slowly rolled to a halt and clacked gently against the end of the tunnel: after two quick, tender kisses, they both slumped to the ground, one of them gargling a bit as the last of his life force spilled out of his body, and Cherubim strode easily past the guards and into the rebel base, at the same time idly hitting the "on" button of the remote transceiver and tossing it idly back over her shoulder before the door to the platform closed.

The small, black box flicked to red, giving a few slow beeps, before it turned green and a bit of static sounded through: this was followed up by plain typing, and then various different mechanical whirrs and clicks as the machine began to use sound and signal transmission studies to determine everything from the types of metal used to shield the base, to the depth under the earth and the distance from the base. All things Narrius likely could have found out through the use of satellites, thermal imagery, and other spy-style technologies... but it wasn't the thing Narrius enjoyed doing. Rather, he preferred to send in a lone operative... and have them rip the enemy's defenses apart from the inside-out before finishing them off with a bombing strike as they panicked and tried to evac. Cruel... but it worked.

Cherubim giggled a bit as she stepped out into a hallway full of soldiers, then she grinned as they paled, many of them turning and fleeing, only a few trying to raise their guns against her... and she smiled at them, and they trembled violently before shoving the barrels of their weapons into their mouths, up against the soft part of the guns, and pulled the triggers. Blood splattered across the walls and ceilings as they tottered, and the female smiled to herself before glancing over at a Bengal tiger that was trying to crawl away from her, his mouth frozen in an eternal snarl. "Hey, pelt. I'll let you live if you tell me where Lord Zerrex is... I'm so anxious to meet him..."

His eyes widened as he shook violently, apparently debating self-worth against the army's worth... then he whispered: "We heard... he's in... conference with the others... level B2..."

"Good kitty." Cherubim said softly, smiling at him and leaning down, hands on her knees as she looked at him warmly, then she flicked her eyes to the side and the tiger flew across the corridor and crashed into a wall, before falling into a broken pile on the floor. She laughed a bit to herself, shaking her head slowly as she stood, then she frowned as an alarm went off and shutters descended in front of many a doorway. She cursed under her breath, not having expected them to have reacted so quickly, then snarled to herself as she realized she must have missed a camera or two in her haste to get inside and find the one her sister had spoken so highly of, the progeny of Narrius...

She glanced back and forth, then looked up, her eyes flashing, and the cement roof cracked and trembled. But she could feel iron girders between... and she had a little problem with iron, of all metals. It was horribly unresponsive to her psychic abilities... and more frustrating to work with then it was worth. So instead she snarled and turned her gaze to the nearest door, hitting the shutter covering it with a blast of mental force and then throwing the half-inch thick titanium sheet aside with little more than a flick of her muzzle before quickly letting herself through the door and stepping into a hall that had already been emptied... but there was a shut down elevator as well.

Cherubim snorted at this, then walked over to it, creating a crack between the doors with a quick telekinetic wedge... then she hooked her fingers into this before yanking them easily open with her brute strength. A glance up confirmed that all the elevators had been halted on the top floor... but this served little issue for her as she jumped into the spacious shaft, and with a flap of her wings, soared upwards... then blew a hole in the floor of the elevator with nothing but a glare and hard, icy concentration.

She folded her wings tight around her body, spinning as she launched herself through the hole... then she landed neatly on the other side of the ragged gouge, her wings unwrapping from her form as she forcefully ripped open this set of elevator doors as well, stepping out onto the first floor freight shipping area with a snort and a smile. Another quick glance around confirmed an easy exit: a rusted shutter... and although she was tempted to have more fun, she could still faintly hear the alerts... and without the aid of the Archangels, she could encounter more problems than it was worth from an army of armed soldiers in an enclosed area. So better to play it safe... you get away this time, Zerrex... but next time...

The female smiled slightly to herself as she strode out of the shutter... and then she stopped ten feet away from the building, standing in the artificial, sun-bleached desert, in the shadow of the rusting, unused top section of the facility. Something tickled at her senses... and so she slowly looked over her shoulder... before her eyes widened and she let out a sharp hiss as she caught sight of a single Drakkaren leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, waist-length ivory hair blowing in the short breeze that blew over these bomb-made plains... and then she realized that the person who had led her out into this fight-or-flight trap had to be none other than... "Lord Zerrex?"

"Just Zerrex is fine. Formalities are a waste of time in battle... and they just make for false respect." Zerrex paused to glance over the female Drakkaren... a Drakkaren with ashen wings, not of feathers, but sharpened scales, shaped like teardrops or leaves. She was a good nine feet tall... very, very sumptuous and large breasts, firmly pressing against her bikini top... more lithe than muscular, with a flat, taunt stomach, but arms and legs that looked supple and strong. Her eyes and her face had features that were familiar to him... but especially those ice-blue eyes... and the fellow reptile stepped forwards, his hand on the butt of his revolver as he said softly: "Cherubim is what they call you, right? Because I'm pretty sure I've met all the RED Commanders, now... and I have to say, you don't look like an average grunt."

"Sister was right about you. You're smarter than you let on... then I expected you to be." she paused and smiled slightly, licking her muzzle slowly as she strode towards him, then stopping a few feet away, looking up into his emerald eyes and saying idly, as she stretched her wings slowly out: "You made a mistake though... as you can see, I have a bit of an advantage in terms of combat outside and over wide spaces... and I could always fly away... but I've been so excited to meet the famous Boss... who tamed my older sister..."

Zerrex blinked, startled, and his eyes widened as he said slowly: "Cherry? You mean... but I thought she was..." A pause, a glance away, and then he returned his emerald eyes to her curious ones, as she slid a bit closer towards him, like a small, friendly animal that was not sure whether she was facing a hunter or fellow hunted, but she paused as he said in a calm, quiet voice: "Lie to me, try to screw with me... and I will make sure that you suffer."

"Our mother's name is Beatrice Blossom... married to a perverted bastard, but she was renowned for her psychic stage shows... and the fact she was a bit of a nymphomaniac in public, a complete, screaming slut in private." Cherubim responded softly, leaning up and whispering into Zerrex's ear. "She had three daughters and two sons... the first was a son, killed by accident: he was dropped as a baby. The next was Cherry... then came another boy, but he was killed when he was only sixteen by an angry boyfriend with a shotgun after Charlie raped his girlfriend. I was born at the same time, a year younger than my older sister... and I loved her so much... always came with her everywhere... and our youngest sister, Carmen, we killed by mistake playing a game of 'doctor.'

"She's so ashamed of her family, she's rewritten her past... it took a while to get her to remember..." and now Cherubim slid her arms around Zerrex's neck, and she slowly pressed herself against his chest... and her body suddenly hitched, as if she'd been punched in the gut, her teeth gritting and her eyes going wide as she staggered backwards, looking up at him with disbelief. The world seemed to flash black and white for a moment, and then she grabbed her head, shaking it from side-to-side as agony seared her mind, and she fell to her knees with a moan of pain, unwilling to believe what had just happened as Zerrex stared at her stupidly.

Did I like... kill her? The Drakkaren thought dumbly, blinking slowly... and then suddenly the female lunged upwards and tore at his shirt, making him lunge back against the wall with a wince, her hands ripping the front of his shirt from his chest before her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her head pushing against him as she moaned, her hips bucking against his as the reptile's arms went wide, looking down at her with shock as the remains of his shirt fluttered down around him... and he could feel her drooling against him, her hips bucking, and a strange... wetness? Did she... that's not piss or sweat, that's... what... "What the hell is going on with you?"

Before Zerrex could shove her away, however, the female staggered backwards again, grinning up at him, her eyes flashing and alive as she murmured: "Oh yes... no wonder she spoke so highly of you, no wonder I'm already so excited, so wet... you're the one, you're the one..." she slowly walked back and forth in front of him, panting quietly, her breath rushing in and out of her mouth as a bit of drool fell from her maw... before her eyes suddenly locked with Zerrex's, and the reptile blinked and winced as he felt something strike his mind and bounce off. It was almost like Drake had flung a rock inside his head... but he knew from the frantic babblings the dark nephilim was trying to get through, he wouldn't do that, as he met Cherubim's eyes... watching her snarl spread over her face, and he felt another more insistent something bounce against his brain as he stared back at her dumbly, then he asked mildly: "I'm not much one for cursing, but what the fuck are you doing?"

"You're immune..." she breathed softly, and then she licked her muzzle hungrily, her eyes flashing with a strange sort of ecstatic amazement, and her body seemed to... wave, flow like water for a moment as she paced back and forth in front of him for a few moments, her movements almost jerky, her hands trembling as a dull light shone out from her body, causing Zerrex to stagger backwards with shock. "You have so much energy, so much willpower... so much spiritual force... you make me so excited, so hungry, just with your presence... but I can't bow to you yet..." she grinned wider, then slapped her hands together and smiled up at him hungrily. "Just a few tests... oh yes... fuck me and fight me..."

Zerrex reached out and seized her shoulders, and Cherubim spasmed for a moment before trying to struggle free... but then snarling as she found her tremendous strength insufficient to break free from the reptile's grip. She jerked back and forth, reaching up to grab his hands, then glared at him and sent forwards a blast of psychic force, shoving him back into the wall with a grunt... but when she swung again, her mental force hit some other strange energy, some purer, overpowering force as aquamarine and emerald eyes clashed, lightning-like energy almost visibly flashing between them... and then suddenly Cherubim slumped, panting hard, her powers gone out of her as Zerrex winced and felt the end of a telekinetic strike roll over his body, causing a deep ache through his entire being as his form felt like it was being compressed... then he too relaxed. His fingers remained firmly dug into her shoulders however, as their eyes met again... and he said softly: "You're just like Cherry..."

"She took care of me... was always stronger than me... but now I'm stronger than her, and you won't break me as easily as you did her..." Cherubim responded with a cocky grin... but her eyes glanced away, betraying a hint of nervousness, indecisiveness... and that her words might not be as true as she was pretending to believe they were. Immediately, she tried to get on a different subject as well, use a different tactic, as she looked up at him challengingly and said easily: "I broke her, you know... I helped Narrius break her apart, break her down... and now she's just a fucktoy, the Breeding Queen, and she-"

"Likely couldn't be happier." Zerrex said dryly, causing the female to start in surprise, before she felt her breath catch, almost quailing under the cold grin of the Drakkaren... and loving that feeling of a whole different brand of fear than Narrius inspired in her, as he met her eyes and he said softly: "I bet you want to suck my cock, don't you, bitch?"

Cherubim felt an internal struggle... that she quickly lost as she finally whispered raggedly: "Yes... yes, I do..."

But instead of feeling herself forced down, she was shoved back, staggering almost falling as she snarled at him, her eyes burning and a flush rising in her cheeks as Zerrex tilted his head with contempt and said mildly: "It can be your prize if you can show me you're worthwhile in battle, slut... but from the looks of you, I could likely rape you in a metaphorical way without breaking a sweat."

"You arrogant fuck..." she whispered furiously, then she snorted and straightened, her scales seeming to shine again as she tried to seize the Drakkaren in a telekinetic grip, even raising her hand to add more focus and power to her mental imagery with a physical gesture... yet Zerrex countered it with his own, making what was almost an idle wave... and instead she felt like had punched a brick wall, and she staggered backwards, her eyes widening. She had caught a flash of blue energy that time... felt that powerful energy form somehow into a shield that had slapped her aside as if she'd been an idiot child waving a stick at a soldier... and she snarled a bit before a slow grin spread over her muzzle as she kicked easily backwards off the ground, flapping her wings thrice and then hovering thirty feet aloft, wings flapping slowly as the winds began to pick up around them in a cyclone that whipped dirt, rust and small stones around them, as if they were inside the center of a tornado funnel that rose up to the sky, dark clouds twisting violently high above as Zerrex merely grinned, stepping forwards as his hair twisted and whipped around his face and muzzle. "You know what? Well, you bastard... how about I just show you how wrong you are..."

"Bring it on, any way you want..." Zerrex said softly, then he snorted and smiled slightly as he drew his heavy cleaver off his back, raising it gamely in front of himself and calling easily up to her over the howl of the windstorm: "You're just like your older sister! Our first time? Lots of violent fighting, swinging uselessly at each other, and then afterwards screwing in the blood and gore!"

"Well, then I guess I'll let you have a bit of fun first with my unit... and prove just what a master of combat you are." Cherubim shouted furiously, throwing her arms wide and sending out a burst of wind in all directions that shattered the cyclone of dirt, metal and grit around them, falling all around them in a wide plume of smoke-like dust and revealing five other angel-winged Drakkaren floating through the dust storm. Then with one mighty, synchronized flap, they sent out a great gust of wind, filling the air with grit and detritus as Zerrex winced and covered his eyes, releasing one hand from his cleaver and quickly dropping it to his side.

Cherubim rose quickly into the air, halting with her back to the sun to give her a wide view of the area, her eyes flicking back and forth over the now-battlefield as a cruel grin spread over her features, suddenly finding it so easy to convince herself that the male was nothing special after all... just a lucky fool who Cherry had deluded herself into believing was great, as the five 'Archangels' who made up her unit dived at him through the haze of dirt that obscured the area: truly a misnomer, since all of them enjoyed nothing more than playing with prey's desires by utilizing their attractive, feminine bodies... and then feasting on their blood, often sucking prey entirely dry in less than a few minutes. Vampiric succubi was a much better term for the demonic entities... and currently all of them were outfitted in their battle gear, meaning Zerrex stood no chance. Armed with leaf-headed stabbing spears or straight-poled, long-bladed scythes, and wearing white loincloths and white cloth tops that left plenty of cleavage visible, but also heavy ivory metal cusps that covered the shins, forearms and shoulders with solid plates, they were far better at both attack and defense then they were often given credit for... and undeniably among the most bloodthirsty, lust-hungry soldiers in Narrius's army.

Then Cherubim's eyes widened as the screaming rose up from the settling dust, along with the sound of high-caliber gunshots.

The Drakkaren had instinctively covered his eyes as the dust cloud rose up... but he kept one arm over them, cocking his arm back with the cleaver as he drew his revolver with his other hand and located one of the Cherubim on sound as he heard it dive towards him, audibly cackling... and instead of letting himself think twice or opening his eyes, he simply unloaded three rounds in his revolver in the direction of the creature, and was rewarded by screams of agony and the sound of something crunching painfully to the ground. At the same time, he could hear the other Archangels trying to redirect their paths, screams of outrage mixing with the dying howls of agony... and he dropped the gun arm to slam the massive cleaver outwards, feeling it collide heavily with another creature and ripping through it, sending it down with another bay of pain, the blade rending flesh, bone and what sounded like wood without a problem before falling in a wide arc to smash into the ground as the Drakkaren leapt away and hit the ground in a roll: nonetheless, he felt something stab into his back deep enough to draw blood and rip through his armor-like scales, making him grunt in pain as it drew back and then lashed forwards again, but this time bit the ground... and he spun around, falling on his back and raising the revolver to see one of the Archangels staring down at him with hell-red, furious eyes... and he unloaded two shots into her chest, sending her squalling over with a shriek of agony, the short spear in her hands flying from them as the remaining two Archangels circled above like vultures, with scythes in their hands as Zerrex rolled back to his feet, listening to the pair above screaming angrily.

The Drakkaren snorted, then he ran forwards towards where his cleaver was half-buried in the sand, leaping and snagging the handle of the huge weapon as he spun at the same time, sensing more than hearing one of the Archangels diving towards him and bringing his revolver up, then firing off the last round and causing it to shriek angrily, flapping its wings hard and shoving itself up into the air, away from the reptile as it snarled at him angrily, her eyes burning violently as Zerrex landed on his back, the sword tearing three and the reptile landing heavily on his back with a wince. Again, the Archangels dived down, scythes cocking back as the lizard leapt up to his feet... then he grunted and kicked off the desert floor, flipping in midair and yanking the huge sword around in a rising arc, smashing the huge blade into one of the creatures as it began to pass, giant sword ripping apart one of the creatures and sending up a spray of blood as it collided with the huge weapon, the other Archangel hissing and snapping its own scythe around in a wide circle as it reversed it, the underside of the blade ripping into Zerrex's back and sending him crashing down, the sword flying out of his hand and smacking against the desert floor, bouncing lightly over the ground as he thudded into the hot sand with a grunt of agony, his strong body bouncing hard once against the earth.

He got his hands and knees out under him, landing heavily on all fours after the hard slam down into the ground, then he glanced to the side with a snarl, long hair falling over his face as the Archangel came around for another attack, scythe held out in a ready, vicious sweep and pole cradled in one arm; he already recognized that the creature would likely snag him even if he tried to jump up, so that left him with one option, which he promptly undertook.

The Drakkaren launched himself into the air from all fours, spinning rapidly and up over the long blade of the scythe and snagging the pole of the long weapon as the Archangel's eyes widened, and he landed on his feet and snapped the weapon hard down in the opposite direction with a snarl and a hard flex of his arms, muscles bulging against the fabric of his shirt as the wings of the female were torn suddenly backwards, causing it to shriek in agony as Zerrex slammed it down into the ground, the blade kissing his shoulder but barely scratching through the thick scales as the creature crashed into the ground in a blast of dust.

The long wooden pole of the weapon shuddered violently before the lizard pulled back firmly

and spun the weapon once to hold it easily with the blade facing outwards, bending to lift his revolver from where it had fallen and holstering it as he eyed the broken mass of the last Archangel. It was whining incoherently, one tattered wing pointing half-up and then snapping suddenly back and to the side, feathers laying all around it and broken, cracked hollow bones poking out of the ripped appendage. One of the Archangel's arms was obviously snapped as well, as the Drakkaren walked forwards... but then the crazed thing leapt to its feet and charged forwards, snarling and hissing, teeth bared and one arm reaching out for his neck, and Zerrex stepped backwards with a snort and a look of revulsion, quickly snapping the scythe out.

It grinned as he missed, the pole colliding lightly with its neck instead of the blade as Zerrex grasped the former in both hands, but then he merely snorted and jerked back even as the Archangel managed to snag his shoulder with one hand and was leaning forwards to bite. A moment later, the thing's head hit his chest, a spray of blood splattering over his muzzle as the long, curved blade of the scythe stopped only an inch or two from his own throat, arms pulled back to one side of his body... before the headless form of the creature slumped and collapsed. The reptile gave another snort at this... then he flicked his wrist to snap the scythe out as the pole slid through his hands, until he tightened his grip around the last foot or so and glanced up towards the slowly-descending Cherubim. "I'm afraid I've broken all your toys... are you going to come down and play with me now?"

The female smiled coldly at him... then snorted when Zerrex cocked his arm back and threw the scythe at her, idly raising one hand: the speed of the weapon's spin suddenly increased as it twisted to the side, then she reached out and idly caught it as her eyes locked with the Drakkaren's before she simply dropped the last twenty feet to the ground, scythe held at the ready as she grinned coldly at him, watching as he stepped back several paces to pick up his huge cleaver without taking his eyes from her. "Maybe we can have a little bit of fun... a game of tag, maybe?" She winked and then slowly rubbed her free hand up her side, squeezing a breast idly as she placed the butt of the scythe against the desert floor. "No, you're not the running type, are you?"

Zerrex smiled slightly at this, stepping forwards and half-raising his cleaver as he said in a surprisingly-charming voice: "For you, babe, I'd be anything." A pause as she giggled and hugged herself, their eyes locking coldly, and then he added mildly: "But then why don't we play a game that myself and your sister used to play a lot... we'll meet in close combat and see who can land three cuts on their opponent. And I'll even make a deal with you... if you win, I'll eat you out. But if I win, you suck my cock..." Another pause, a wider grin. "But that's really a win-win situation for you, isn't it?"

"You're making me just so hot, you gentleman, you." Cherubim replied with a slow lick of her muzzle, grinning widely at him, then she lowered her head as her hand trailed over her body slowly again. "But you know, I think you deserve more if you can beat me... so let's say that after I suck you off, I'll let you fuck me as hard as you want... and then when we're at the pillow talk stage, I'll tell you everything that I can about Narrius..." A pause and a murr as she lightly suckled on one finger, loving and hating how she already wanted the outcome to be in his favor, how she thought she might have finally found that dominant male she'd always been looking for but unable to find in the crowd of losers... and loving the expression of surprise on his face when she added: "And I guess that would mean I'd have to defect to your army as well. Because if I went home after doing all this, your daddy would definitely kill me."

The Drakkaren snorted, but he was too surprised at the open offers of the female... although his emerald eyes darkened as he realized there had to be some sort of trick, and an obvious one. Thinking back to the stories of the succubi... the frightened babbling of the soldier when the alert had been sounded and he'd charged into the meeting room to tell them what was going on... how eager the female was to apparently drop to her knees for him... and it all added together to form one terrible but obvious equation. On the other hand, though... Drake was laughing quietly in his mind and he could sense the dark creature grinning, then the nephilim said clearly, Go with it. She can't hurt you... for the same reason I couldn't take over your body, and how you could survive for so long with me inside of your form. Your energy signature... is different. There's something weird about you... just like no one could ever remove your soul or put you in an Empty Shell. And I shouldn't be the one saying this, but she is Cherry's little sister... and looking over the memories you have of her, this is...

"Just like being with her all over again." The reptile murmured, then he straightened and nodded when Cherubim tilted her head curiously, causing a wide grin to spread over her features as he said clearly: "I'll do it then, bitch... and when we're done, I'm going to parade you all around the base as my new favorite toy."

"If you can manage it... then I'll be glad to go along." Cherubim responded with a soft laugh, but she was amazed to find out... that her words were true. If Zerrex could defeat her, knock her down, wear her out and resist her life drain - and she did have a trump card up her sleeve still that she hadn't yet used - then he'd truly live up to the reputation that Cherry had given him, and Cherubim would maybe... help him, and then she and her older sister could be happy together, under one strong male who could control and dominate them but would love them, too, because she was stronger than Cherry and better in every way now, but she was her sister, too... and if Zerrex loved Cherry, maybe he would come to love her and she would be safe under his protection, under his domination...

She snarled suddenly, dropping her head with a wince, then looking up and spreading her wings, suddenly leaping forwards and bringing the scythe back as she forced the thoughts away, instead shouting furiously: "But first you have to manage it!"

Zerrex snorted as she shot straight towards him... then he stepped forwards and revolved his sword in a heavy, firm upwards arc, snapping her with the cleaver before she could whip the scythe forwards and sending her flying into the air with a shriek of surprise and pain, blood jetting from her stomach as her wings crumpled, before she fell and landed heavily on her side, groaning quietly and grasping her kidney, the scythe laying nearby. Then she hissed softly and stared upwards with shock as the huge cleaver descended and gently pressed against her neck... before it drew another idle cut there, making her wince as she looked up at the male with amazement at how easily he'd taken her down... but physical combat had never been her forte, despite her strength. No, she won through assassination, lust, mind control, and her body... but this male, his will too strong to break or bend, his mind too sharp to fall for her stunts, his body too powerful for her to overcome...

She snarled a bit, looking down... but the expression felt like a mask as a deep flush rose in her cheeks, slowly getting up to a kneel, recognizing that Zerrex could kill her any time as he kept the sword lightly resting on her shoulder... before the cleaver drew back, and the Drakkaren said softly: "Take another swing, if you want. But you're down to one."

Cherubim looked up at him with surprise, not believing what she had heard... this single act of not even mercy, but fairness, and she remembered over her life... how often had things been fair? How often had there been balance, had everything worked out? She trembled a bit... and then smiled faintly at him, hating how she almost melted before him as her wings flapped a few times, then furled behind her as she reached up and slowly drew a claw down her cheek, claw cutting through her scales easily and leaving a few beads of blood dripping down her face as she said softly: "Oh no... I think I'm down to zero."