The Abyssal Heart (shinyhappyfitsofrage)

[Reptillicus]

The foolish guard was now pressing himself to the wall trying not to look her in the eye as sweat would trickle down his face, more than even was going down Maryabelle's. The other guard would be flat against the wall too grateful it wasn't he who was suddenly feeling the terrifying gaze of Ibis. He would stutter and stammer and then finally gulp as he would sidle his way to lock on the gate. "O-Ok th-that all checks o-out it seems my good lady! Yep! You're completely free to enter! no arguments here! no siree! y-you know how it is....", he would quickly unlock the gate while sweating and constantly trying to give a terrorfied grin. The other would very meekly, open the gate for them with a trembling and bow in an attempt to seem greatious. "come through 'ere a-any time!", said the other guy as they both edged there way away from her as far as they could without leaving their posts.

Maryabelle would blink look from the guards to Ibis feeling a bit out of her depth. she was thankful that she put that guy in his place though. As they strolled inside and the horse would follow the nude lady knight in she would give the guard on last spiteful look and then move on her way....

ahead was the city of Jaunt, it was still bustling with people even on the late hour they found themselves at. the city really did seem like it never slept. the building here were taller than anything Maryabelle had seen in her time, building style and technique had changed quite a bit in the last hundred years. the dark of night was no longer stopping people from moving about in the late hours, gas fueled lights now littered the streets. this city was sort of strange to behold, everything was both rundown yet ornate at the same time. clothing styles had changed too, at least the on the more noble or rich people walking around. frills, gaudy dresses, cuff and cravats, all made them look as posh as possible, contrasting to the "common folk" around them wearing dirty and run down simple clothes. there seemed to be a very clear divide between the classes here. and seemed be very little in the way of a "middle" class. they must have been the shop owners perhaps?

Maryabelle may have considered all this but, one thing was on her mind first and foremost. She was naked in a public place! quite a lot of people would look at her taking in her busty but very obviously undead body. Some of the commoners would look to her for only but a moment, then look away fearfully. while other might look at her a little longer, mostly the men. the nobles might scoff and turn their heads in slight disgust. Again a small portion of men might still look at her in a lusty way. Maryabelle couldn't help herself, she had to cover herself! she couldn't bear it! She felt so embarrassed and ashamed but yet, her pussy would grow just the slightest bit moist.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Iblis was quick to take stock of what was around her... a semi wealthy town inwhich the rich hadn't even truly separated themselves from the poor, and the middle class didn't exist... the value of labor floated its way above the unwashed masses to the elitist nobility. It disgusted her beyond measure... but she could make use of it. And, for now, such was necessary. "Knight, to me." She'd stand with her knight, looking around. "We're going to put on a show, and make some coin... possibly enough to get you your armor. I'm going to have to ask you to bear with a measure of humiliation, however." She'd start a scene, then and there. "Wretch! Worm!" She slapped Maryabelle across the face, hard. Hard enough that everyone would hear it, along with her yelling... not that Maryabelle would feel a damned thing. "You know, a pretty thing like you... I believe 'whore' would be more fitting. Why don't we try it out, hmm?" She'd have a chance of upsetting local brothel owners, but overall, this ploy was low of risk. She made finger gestures, and one of her golems would turn into... a pillory and stocks. Iblis put a hand on Maryabelle's neck, and forced her into them... binding her hands next to her head, and binding her feet beneath her, a bone bar forcing her to bend over yet stay upright... and utterly displayed.

Iblis whispered to her, "If it is ever too much to take, just beg for leniency... leniency, specifically. I'll take forgiveness or any other such thing as play acting." Of course, push came to shove, Maryabelle was perfectly capable of breaking out of such restraints... but that would certainly end their charade.

"My servant no longer amuses me." She called out to the crowd, circling around her like an entitled vulture. "To all! I leave my servant to the public for use! Treat her like the whore she is! Of course, since she is a whore, I will have to charge. If you've not coin, perhaps you can beg of me another way to pay. I shan't deny anyone an opportunity to aid in breaking in this fresh whore." She smacked her ass, then groped her cheeks apart for good measure, putting that exotic, light blue pussy on display.

 

[Reptillicus]

"M-My lady? what do you mean excat-", said started but was cut short by the loud slap to her face. She was surprised that she didn't feel it at all! but not only that the harsh words and loud sound had attracted quite a lot of attraction. She was already hard to miss, busty and curvy as she was. She would turn back too her eyes wide with bewilderment, what was she intending?! being called a whore did not feel great at all. the embarrassed and ashamed expression on Maryabelle's face only grew deeper as the crowd around them grew. She covered herself again as a strange feeling of arousal and stress would squirm in her stomach. Next thing she knew however, she was being bent over backwards and restained, her legs spread apart, arms to the sides of her head. She was now bared to all that could see her.... she would gasp and look pleadingly at Ibis as she came down to whisper to her.

So it was sort of all an act to make money.... but like this?! in this way!? was there no other option?! she.... she wasn't going to let all those people do.... things! to her was she!?

The once honored knight now raised from the dead found herself in a situation that never would have come to pass in life.... she was to be whored out! but she had given her kind words and even an out should things get out of hand. She would yelp and trembled as her ass was spanked and then spread for the people around her. "N-No! don't look!", she cried shutting her eyes, a both her eyes and her pussy would become wet. she now found she had a choice.... stay with the act and get the money they needed for clothes and armor... or stop it and stay naked! the wasn't a good option here! After thinking about for a long moment with people leering at her nude body she would hang her head loosely. She would do it.... she would allow herself for public use.... she had a duty and she'd not do without arms and armor.

"How much for a go at this slutty undeads pussy?", shouted a man from the crowd. "I want a go at her mouth!", shouted a another. "I want her to eat me out!", cheered a woman.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Iblis cast a critical eye about her, at the men and women jeering and catcalling. Most of them were wealthy... it wouldn't do to treat them as inferiors. That could turn them off to the occasion easily enough. "Why, whatever does a good brothel charge these days? This is a special occasion, so let's keep our prices competitive. For a fresh faced whore, we'll charge appropriately." A bone bowl would appear at her side, and at the foot of a skull throne, appearing for Iblis to seat herself in... her powers of necromancy and her regal bearing were carrying this act, it was a good idea to showcase how very real her power was. The other golems knelt at the foot of her throne, guardians at her feet.

"Those without coin, may come to me... I will find a way to amuse myself, and give you an opportunity to have a go." After all, there was much in the way of information that she needed. She might pose her questions as trivia, to make her look more the part of the bored, rich, powerful and sadistic master. "Be sure to keep her mouth busy, now. I don't wish to listen to her wailing anymore than I have to." She wondered if Maryabelle would end up holding this against her...

 

[Reptillicus]

A middle aged man in a waistcoat and top hat would be the first to step up grinning a wide grin. "The seamstress guild usually charges two hundred fifty gold for go at one of their girls would Would a flat two hundred do for a go at her finely persevered cunt?", he said in posh voice. another taller, dark skinned elfish man, would say, "I'll take her mouth for a hundred and ninety." small que would form perhaps this kind of thing happened every once and awhile. "I don't have that much... but maybe we can work something out once them two's done." said a guard who was currently off duty.

Maryabelle would shudder and shake in her binding... she could break them, but what would that accomplish? they might see her strength as threat and then she might have to fight off guards! she didn't want to hurt anyone. This wasn't fair! This was undignified and crass! She could not believe these people! did no one see her blight and have any sympathy for her!? what happened to sense of common decency she tried to spread through example so long ago? she was once so beloved by the people.... now look at her.... Maryabelle's nipples and clit would still grow erect no matter her feelings right now, being bared in public made her lust raise... she didn't understand it! she was so ashamed but yet it served to make her loins grow hot.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Iblis raised a brow at the first man. "Preserved? My dear sir, I do not offer a necrophiliac experience... ghoulish though she may seem, I promise you... this woman is very much alive. Her heart beats, and her flesh is sweet with the humors of life. Her sweat, her blood, her nectar..." She quirked a brow. "Is all quite real. She can... take some abuse, as well. Her body is an experience unlike any other. Three hundred." Most necromancers pulled their prowess from their intellect... but then, magic was foreign to mortals, something they harnessed in an external fashion, most of them. It was intrinsic to Iblis, and pulled from the depths of another aspect of her person... her sheer force of personality. She was beautiful, mesmerizing, and with her gentle, unearthly voice and poise, her look, her displays of power... she put on an intoxicating show. The kind that shot a man's body through with ardor at a glance, or a whisper... her force of personality was a mystic thing in and of its self. She haggled with them all, but with the deflective air of one who did not concern themselves with such trifles... a shoddy show for anyone less convincing, trite and obvious. But for her... any act seemed believable.

She crooked a finger to the guard, having him come in close. "Work something out? My, my. But for the custodians of order in this city, we would be as well off as animals. I would not show such disrespect to our protectors as to deny them my ..." she glanced at Maryabelle... "Services. You and your men will have your way with her a go each, free of charge." It was always good to have such connections.

 

[Reptillicus]

After hearing the news that Mary was in fact very nearly alive he seemed quite happy to pay her three hundred. Calling maryabelle "quite the specimen" and remarking that she could de sold for quite the price to a "collector". the others would barder with her in a similar fashion until there were four men walking up to Maryabelle, two were guards, quite happy to have free shot at her. She would would look up once their shadows loomed over her. The poor girls face was glowing at this point and a few drops of gush would slip from her exposed pussy, her face a mask of shame and dread. the first guy would situate himself behind her slapping her ass to watch it jiggle. Mary would squeak! and then a few more drips would fall to the cobbles. "Oh yes... very much worth three hundred of more! What an exquisite set of hinquarters.", said the noble before opening her pussy wide to inspect it briefly. "N-No! stop that!", Maryabelle squealed trying very hard not to trash in the stock. There was the feeling of a wet tongue tasting her pussy and she would cry out in surprise. "And goodness me, she was right very much alive the taste is quite good!".

Just then with the lady ghouls mouth opened a man would quite unceremoniously shove a cock inside her mouth! "MMmm?!". Two hand would forcefully grab the sides of her head as the guy would begin to thrust into her mouth quickly. the man would grunt remarking that she had a good throat to fuck, as Maryabelle would gag on his large cock and squirm. Then came the nobleman's cock being shoved into her surprisingly tight ghoul cunt! She would make a muffled cry around the other man's penis her body trembling in unwanted pleasure. He would mumble "Magnificent", and then really begin to fuck her. A few tears would run down her face as he was given the "spit roast", one cock in front, the other in back. Sometimes the noble in back would slap her ass just to hear her muffled squeaks and moans.

It was terrible, everyone was looking at her getting fucked like a piece of meat in middle of the street, out on the open. A whole crowd of people only there just watch her get fucked and maybe fuck her themselves! Maryabelle was disgusted by them all. Something like this would not be tolerated back in her day not with her around. She would have broken this up and given them all a stern talking to or worse! Then help the poor lass.... right now she was that lass. she couldn't deny of stop the pleasure she was feeling it made everything cloudy. it was one thing that she was being fuck but very much another when lots of people were watching it made unfortunately made the pleasure feel even stronger throughout her body, She was so busy trying to deal with these shameful feelings that she didn't notice when two more dick would poke at her hands and force her to give them hand jobs. After that it was just a four way dicking with Mary unable to do much else but become consumed by lust and make lots of strings of "MMM~!"s.

It didn't take too long for the men to cum, choosing to cum mostly on her, then inside her. coating her in liquid shame. they would pull out and move away leaving her panting with jizz all over her. "craven.... slime...... the lot of you........", she thought defiantly, as the cum dripped down her face. she only had but a moment before more men would appear around her having had given Ibis more coinage. she was already turing quite the profit.... and they soon got into the same positions as the last set of men. But this time, the one behind her started poking his cock in slightly tighter hole.... her butt! "W-Wait but that's-", a cock was shoved into her mouth to shut her up. then the other, much to her horror pushed right into her asshole! she squealed then gaged on the other cock. here eyes were watering this was so much more terrible then any wound to her body... this was a wound to her pride. but yet she held on..... still not using the "safe word". she knew the stakes and she would never stoop to banditry,

They would cum in her more this time leaving her leaking lewdly. She would only have time to catch her breath, though she had no need to breath. Before another set of people would have their way with her, this time one of them would tease and pinch her nipples and slap her breasts around in what could have been a painful way to normal person... but all it did was make her more lusty! the cock would go back into place and fuck her silly all over again.. as crud and very mean spirited comments would float to Maryabelle's ears.

After being came on for the fourth or fifth time the lady night could no longer take it.... covered in cum and actually shedding tears she would cry out "leniency i beg for leniency my lady!", then would sob just a tiny bit tears mixing with cum on her face.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Iblis bartered for information and coin while Maryabelle worked, but her attention was upon Maryabelle... and her voice was in Maryabelle's mind, a link to her undead servant. "You think this shameful? The mocks and jeers of the crowd diminish you in some way, perhaps? Let me tell you what I see. You have set aside your ego to do what needs be done. Is there shame in a mother spreading her legs to feed and clothe her child?" The crowd used her roughly... but Iblis was a fair master. When she begged for leniency, Iblis decided to make one last show of it... after all, they'd not milked nearly enough coin for their real needs.

"Enough, then. If she is humbled enough to beg for leniency, let her witness her master's mercy." The pillory and stocks opened, and released Maryabelle, as Iblis rose from her throne. One of the golems would escort Maryabelle to that throne, seating her. "Maryabelle, you have much to learn..." Iblis flashed in her mind.

"It seems the master needs to teach the servant. Come, now. You have tasted of my servant... let us see who has the gumption to taste of something finer." Iblis placed herself in the stocks and pillory, cloak slipping from her shoulders, to reveal that only the skeletal hands protected her gash and breasts, and even they shivered and shook, and retreated... leaving that perfect, ebony flesh bare. "The price is *triple*... but if you're man or woman to force an orgasm of me, you pay nothing. Let us see what the men and women of Juance are made of, fufufu..." Challenge. Intimidation, seduction. Her beauty and grace and descent into depravity put on a show that would be an irresistible siren's call to many. The audacity of the high dollar price she demanded... the thrill of the unexpected, and the forbidden. Iblis knew how to put on a show... and of bone and stretched hide her golems made drums, and began to bang out a beat to accompany the show... a slow, dramatic rhythm, something to put some pep into the customers. Iblis had a fine figure... heavy breasted, thin, magically crafted, obviously. Her dimensions were too perfect, too picturesque, fitting to the image that all women and men desired in this day and age... an image women broke their ribs under corsets with, and men lusted for while denying with their every breath. Iblis was petite, too... much shorter than Maryabelle. Petite was desired heavily as well, leaving men and women feeling more powerful over those... smaller than they.

 

[Reptillicus]

Maryabelle would blink at Ibis hearing her voice in her head. She didn't know she could do that..... also she had given her "servent" something to think about. she would nearly flop out of the stock and pillory panting and with the help a golem, get to her feet. Cum would drip to the cobble street as she was escorted to the bone throne. There she would sit still covered in jizzum her eyes still a bit wet, she would pull her legs to her chest and wrap her arms around her knees as she sat. but then, she realized what Ibis was doing! "M-My lady?! she would gasp un-scrunching herself in surprise arms and hands covering what dignity she may have hand left. She didn't believe what she was seeing! Ibis put herself in the restraints?!

In short order The black skinned girl was bared to everyone! her body was a sight to behold! Even Maryabelle was stunned by her beauty and despite the feelings of shame and abuse her already cum leaking pussy would open once again and leak her own sweet nectar onto the bone throne.

The people seemed quite enthused by this turn of events, especially the noblemen, wagers was one of the surefire way to get there attention and they were indeed quite drawn to her smaller petite body. they seemed hypnotized by it in fact. she was otherworldly to behold, like a painting of perfect drow woman brought to life. some would stumble over themselves to put the coins in the bone bowl. soon she would have a full set of men around her poking her perfect black skin with their dicks. they would touch her boobs and pull her nipples, open her pussy and ass, poke at her lips. then they would fuck her! groaning and moaning.... the pleasures of her body were just too irresistible... they would cum quite quickly inside her while the guys using her hands would cum all over her face. unable to make her orgasm they would feel a little defeated but at the same time they got to fuck her so losing wasn't too bad.

The next set of people had a woman wanted to be eaten out, baring her pussy to Ibis with the men would take up position. They would get right to it too, no real hesitantice once they were in position. and this more or less set the tone many would try to get her off but fail... fucking her ass and pussy as hard as they can but only making themselves cum in the end, the girls sexual stamina was godlike appeartly.

Maryabelle could not look away a face full of shock and deep red blush, what could be seen under the cum anyway. (she really wished she could wash up...). She couldn't stop it but the hand used for covering her pussy would gently rub herself to sight of Ibis being fucked out in the open... where everyone could see.... the coin bowl was really filling up now.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Iblis was an ancient being... but her entire existence was that of a servant. Despite the show she put on, she was a truly humble being... humility was in her nature, but would not serve her here, save to allow her to more easily pretend to degradation. She made a hell of a show of it... no one wanted to fuck someone disinterested. She moaned, she gasped, she reacted to everything they did... and she came, announcing a winner at one point, and challenging others to follow up his performance. It would make him the talk of his peers, whoever he was, and it was a story he'd not drop, not after all his buddies had been there, trying for the same prize he'd won. There was a woman in front of her then, and her ministrations with lips and tongue, even while being fucked, would undoubtedly make it very difficult for the woman to continue standing. Fun thing about a pillory, while you were being jackhammered from behind with impunity, it would keep your head still, allowing you to focus on what was in your mouth without too much bother.

Cock after cock shot hot, thick ropes of white cum all over her, dicks squirting right in her face, and all over her back. Her ebony skin was the perfect showcase for a fat load... it was such a stark contrast upon her, that it appeared to be post modern art, white spills on a black canvas. Her moans filled the square... and her stamina held. She would allow the degradation to continue for so long as the money flowed... even if the event were to drag on for days. Their interest was unlikely to last so long, even with such a wondrous bait... but one never knew. Many nobles sent hurriedly to call their friends over, and she'd service them as long as was required... she couldn't afford to lose Maryabelle to the negligence of not having her properly geared, in the battles to come. And there would never not be a use for more capital... her pink hair was sticking wetly to her face, soon. She was a mess. She'd call for a cloth and hot water, so Maryabelle could wash her... and prep her for more.

 

[Reptillicus]

She was quite the hit it seemed... One adventurous noble girl even managed to scissor with Ibis, having her man servants hold her up so she could rub their pussies together. the guy that won would get cheers from his peers with lots of harty pats to the back, a bit of drink even began to flow between people making them extra loose with their money...

Maryabelle would do as she was asked and give Ibis a wipe down, readying her for yet more cum.... "M-My lady Ibis... I am sorry to put you to this... I was not strong enough....", Mary would whisper to her as she gingerly cleaned Ibis' ass and pussy. She would then take the time to get herself clean too if she could... it did make her alittle feel better.... but she felt quite guilty for allowing this to happen to Ibis, even if she could take it easily. it wouldn't take too long for people to give her a new coat of gush and cum on her face, back, and ass. painting her once more. Maryabelle would hang her head this was all too terribly much for her, she almost felt like she want to go and lay back in her grave. As more moans of pleasure and lust would happen nearby, Maryabelle would catch sight of someone peeking around the corner..... but this was not a normal person.... their head was merely a skull with blue lights in their eye sockets. once they noticed Maryabelle watching them they pulled back quickly out of sight.

"What....?", mumbled the unclothed, undead, knight. the stream of people would finally begin to wind down, one man was left trying to make Ibis cum, his cock was bigger than all the others and he was trying his darndest to be the last guy to get her to cum, his long cock hitting all the way to ibis' womb, pounding away and gripping her hips roughly.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Iblis saw through Maryabelle's eyes, saw what she saw. She'd whisper into her head, "Maryabelle. Investigate. I have the golems, I'll be fine." The simple command would be delivered, and Iblis would continue taking her heady punishment. It's true, that it was easier for her than it was for Maryabelle... Iblis didn't actually have an ego, though she could pretend otherwise. Her own sanctity, her own safety, meant nothing to her... at least, it hadn't when she was immortal. Being flesh and blood was different, and she was still coping with those differences, but she had adopted her older attitude to make enduring this easier. More importantly, she realized well the necessity of it. Iblis moaned aloud as the well endowed man pounded her, and by the time he was done, he'd actually quite forced her to cum. She was too stimulated to hold out, and announced him the second winner... and promised there would not be a third. And truly, she meant it... it would take someone of incredible talent to wring a third orgasm from her.

Even as Maryabelle was commanded to investigate the undead, Iblis would be taking another cock to the mouth, sore from rough usage and gropes, but determined not to slow down in the least.

 

[Reptillicus]

Maryabelle didn't actually know how she had seen the skull headed person.... she didn't know that Ibis could tap into her eyes. Then again she was quite ignorant to the ways of necromancy. For a moment she hoped Ibis could not read her thoughts.... She feared a little for the privacy inside her own head. She would get up holding her lady parts all the same, curious herself as to just who or what that was...

The sexual fervor was calming down now, though a few stragglers would have a go at Ibis, having her butt and mouth used at once. People were coming up in smaller numbers to use her, but she still had some "customers". these last ones were quite rowdy and would smack her ass and pinch her nipples. Any normal people looking at the bone bowl of gold would really question the point of spending so much gold just for one romp with a drow necromancer. these were not normal people, wealthy people would often spend unnecessary gold, and somehow none of these instances of loose spending would find its way to those who needed it most.

Maryabelle wouldn't really be noticed too terribly much even if she was quite beautiful in her nudity. most of the remaining peoples eyes were on Ibis', her otherworldly "charm" holding their attention. she would lean around the nearby corner to try and spy the undead that had been watching them. she managed to catch sight of them.... t turned out that "they" were a "she", and she was a small thin bodied girl with skull head and skeleton arms. The rest of her however, looked quite alive. She wore a battered and frayed brown dress with old light blue work apron on it. the skull headed girl was slinking around try not to be noticed too much. She actually looked to be a very timid person. it seemed she was an undead with free will of at least intelligence. Maryabelle would tilt her head, should she follow? she wasn't too sure.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Iblis felt the fervor of the crowd finally calming, as the last ones took their pleasure of her... she was well and thoroughly worn out. She urged Maryabelle, again, to investigate... it would take her some time to recover. She didn't have Maryabelle's endurance, and was... more roughly used besides. But the money she'd made was well worth it... it would see to their needs for some time, if they were careful... which, was unlikely. She would put Maryabelle in the best she could. When the last man was finished, Iblis would have the stocks and pillory unclasped, and a golem helped her into her chair... as the bowl of money was turned into a locked chest, and put upon a golem's back for safekeeping. Her bonecraft was without equal... she noticed the poor, and frowned. She would have to see what she could do about that... but rich and poor alike would be dead if she was careless and indulged her desire to 'do good' without thought to the consequences... they had a mission, and it had to remain their priority. A great evil had awoken... they couldn't afford distraction. She found herself shaky, and numb, after that hard usage. It would... be some time before she fully recovered. And yet, she allowed herself to recline, regal and smug, chatting amicably with some of the wealthy brats that had just used her so roughly. She might find herself a sponsor from among them... perhaps someone of appropriate means had need of a necromancer of unparalleled caliber... and was willing to pay handsomely for their services.

 

[Reptillicus]

Maryabelle didn't want to venture too far from Ibis, she was the only friend she had in this age and she was very much still stark naked. However, she did as she was asked, curious of this skull headed stranger. she would follow her down the street, which was thankfully rather empty. The skull headed girl would look back to see Maryabelle following her and give a start as if to gasp, but no sound would leave her and then stumble and try to runaway. "Oh wait! Uh, madam! I-I apologize for my nudity! But, uh wait please! I wish to speak with you perhaps?", Maryabelle would call after the skull girl. She would stop in mid run and turn to face the lady knight, her eyes down cast perhaps to avoid staring at her nudity.

Maryabelle would make her way over to her. "Uh, thank you miss... again.... so sorry about the nudity... i can't do a thing about it....", she said blushing. The skull headed girl would rock on her heals a little nervously but nod as if to say it was ok. "Er, can you not speak my good lady?", Maryabelle asked. The girl gave a slow shake of her head. "Ah.... I see no vocal cords?", she asked. nod, nod, point to the neck, nod. "Your are undead though right?", asked Mary. Nod. "Oh well.... so am I as a matter of fact." Mary said. the skull girl would tilt her head and then rather meekly hold out her hand. Maryabelle would shake it gently. it was a cold literally boney hand even if most of the rest of her looked very alive.

Meanwhile the younger nobles that found it fit to talk to someone after fucking them hard would hang around, still admiring her body is she was still showing it off. One younger noble lad of perhaps twenty would say, "Well I might need the services of a good necromancer come a few days.... and maybe you could bring that rather ravishing little servant of yours too? Lord fane by the way." he was a stout and slim lad with rather fancy red coat and a hat with a feather in it. He would make a show of kissing her hand to appear a gentle man... despite the fact that he had rather roughly fucked her pussy.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Iblis watched the interaction through Maryabelle, even as she spoke to the rich boy. She weaved her fingers, and her powers would be cast through Maryabelle as a medium, -not unlike a familiar-, and black and pink energies would animate within the skeleton girl's 'throat'... gifting her a voice. It would be an expression of her thoughts, given sound. Iblis was very interested in what such a creature might have to say...

She listened well to the noble... he at least maintained civility and manners after what had happened, unlike most... and agreed to pay his estate a visit in the near future. "Lord Fane, then. Myself and my... now properly disciplined knight will call upon your estate anon." She knew how to court... but she had her eyes around. Watching the poor, especially. It did not sit well with her, public displays of wealth and indulgence, right in front of those without, especially... but that was perhaps half of what drew her crowd in... the have's browbeating the have nots. She would have to see what she could do about these... inequities, as time and resources allowed. Maryabelle would probably perk up a bit with the opportunity to do some good, and wash away the perceived stain upon her honor this day.

 

[Reptillicus]

Marybelle would feel something move through her and it made her shiver and cross her arms over her hefty chest. the pink and black energies would actually tickle her! Making her have to cover hers mouth to stop the laughter. Suffice to say being used a medium felt quite funny to Marybelle. The skull girl would step forward and hold out her hand as if to ask her if she was alright, but the energies would flow to her making a sort of nerco-energy voice box! There would be gasp and a rather girly yelp as the skull girl would feel at her boney neck and the place where it connected to her undead flesh.

"W-What?! What's going on?!". came a thin and high slightly panicked voice. "Wait did I just speak!? Miss! Miss did I just speak!?", came the voice. "Why.... yes. you did....", Maryabelle said blinking at her. "Oh have the heavens answered my prayers? this is wonderful!", said the skull girl twirling her dress in delight. She would stop to turn those glowing eyeshockets back to Maryabelle. "Did you do this...?", asked the skull girl her hands clasped together in front of her. "Well not exactly Ma'am... I believe it was-" Maryabelle was unsure what to call Ibis, was she technically her "master"?-"My lady Ibis. I believe this is very much within her power.", she explained. "It may not be permanent however...", Mary added thinking about the armor that crumbled away. "Oh, I see.....", said the skull girl looking down and to the right. "Oh I'm Lisa miss ghoul.", she said with short but curious bow. "Oh, uh, I am Maryabelle.", she said with short nod. "I'm so sorry that happened to you.... i wish i could have done something... but in this town if an undead raises one finger against the living they are put to death, well more of less..... you get the point. But why would your master put herself up like that?!", Lisa would asked tilting her skull in a confused way. "Oh well... it was a bit of roose really... we need money.... I own nothing in this world, I was reborn without a single stitch to my name. Again please forgive my indecency, I am so ashamed..", Mary said bitterly. A boney hand would hold her shoulder. "Oh don't be sad..... Looks to me that at least you made a lot of coin.... and i don't think any of the poor or especially us undead will think any less of you.", said Lisa comfortingly.

Meanwhile the lord Fane would say. "Ah, good, good.", said the noble in a jovial tone. "We shall discuss details later then, for now I have some more business to attend to." he said taking his leave with gleam of one with a sceam on his mind.

"So.... do you think you could show us, -me and my lady- to a tailor and a good blacksmith?", asked Mary. "Oh yes I know the woman who runs the tailor shop. As for the armorer well.... he has no like for uh... our kind.", said Lisa head slightly lowered.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

It took Iblis a while to disentangle herself from the crowd, but it wasn't too terribly difficult. Lord Fane had the gleam in his eye of a man far too assured of his own cleverness... she'd see soon enough what it was he had in mind. When they arrived at his estate, they'd be prepared. Iblis was beside Maryabelle, then. "Lisa, is it? A pleasure, miss Lisa." The walking undead were beyond Iblis' domain, in her long career. Whether they were soulless, or trapped in a mobile body, the corporeal undead weren't to be molested by the reapers. Their time came when they died a second undeath, no longer animated and preserved in any measure. Iblis leaned in, a hand on Lisa's 'cheek', and kissed her on the forehead. "Truly, a pleasure. I apologize for the... display before. I am not of the crowd that I seem to be associating with... I've an obligation to gather resources, however, and Maryabelle as well. There's a great threat looming, and all are subject to its... malevolence. Rich, poor, high and low alike. Alive... and even the dead will not be beyond their reach. Therefore... I am in a hurry to... arrange certain things. Such as seeing Maryabelle presentable, and well armed and armored. These funds will buy her strong gear... I believe I'll be taking care of enchanting it myself, for the most part." She tapped her chin, thinking.

"The undead are... poorly treated here, hmm? There is a dream, I've had, of creating the Deadlands... a utopia for the undead. It is quite possible that I can enrich a portion of the land with necrotic energies, and see this dream come to life..." She rubbed her chin, pondering. "Some chance indeed...." Her mind whirled with the possibilities... it would be a seat of power, as well... perhaps necessary against the encroaching darkness, and the light alike. She looked back to Lisa, a thin smile forming. "There won't be any trouble with the blacksmith. I'll see to that personally."

 

[Reptillicus]

If Lisa could blush she would! But instead the glow in her eye sockets would glow brighter for a moment as she was kissed on the forehead. Lisa wasn't sure what Ibis was talking about when she spoke about making some kind of undead land she tilted her head as if to think about it herself. It was frankly hard to tell how Lisa felt as she didn't really have a face... she had to go out of her way to express herself. Most of the time she couldn't even talk! "O-Oh! If you say so Lady Ibis. Oh and uh.... t-thanks for letting me speak somehow! When i came back to life I was incomplete... I'm actually not sure what I'm supposed to be maybe some kind of zombie?", she explained as she motioned them to follow. "Oh my...do you hunger for.... strange things?", Maryabelle asked. "Not... really....? I can see.... a weird glow on living people though.... sometimes i feel really drawn to it. Miss debbie says I'm not to act on this impulse no matter what.", said Lisa as she lead them making sure to stay close.

Undead were left alone if they were seen with a necromancer. Most people would see them as Ibis' servants and leave them alone. Maryabelle would try to hide her nudity from the world by trying to hide behind Ibis, witch may have looked a bit silly since she was taller than her "master". "its..... not that uncommon for people to come back out of the blue.... sometimes it's necromancers.... sometimes people just..... get back up after a while... and we do occasionally get situations like yours Miss Maryabelle.", Lisa said seeming quite knowledgeable. Soon they came upon the tailor's. like many of the shops in this part of the city it was ornate but slightly run down. It said Debora's on the shop sign. "And here's miss Debbie's shop! Miss debbie is a necromancer kinda like you lady Ibis but she loves making clothes too. She is actually very kind to me... she's always willing to help undead down on their luck. She even lets me stay here and help with the sowing!", Lisa said as she motioned to the place.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Iblis kept her golems close, along with the chest of money. It was a small fortune... they'd made quite a haul. Iblis was recovering quickly, but it was... difficult to walk, still... and keep her poise and gait proper. "Mhmm... tell me, Lisa. How would you like a more complete resurrection? I can restore your flesh, along with your voice. I am a... potent necrotic healer." A tad bit of an understatement, that. Iblis' weapons were nowhere to be seen, but she had them in miniature form about her person... her ability to manipulate bone was beyond uncanny. "Your dexterity will surely improve when you replace those bony fingers with something with a bit more... substance. Good for sewing, certainly." It was an off handed conversation for Iblis, casual offerings of something that was likely a gift beyond what Lisa could ever really expect from this unlife. But in truth, it wouldn't even be a bother for Iblis... and she didn't mind helping those in need, especially those that showed kindness, and compassion. Especially the cursed undead, those she was forbidden to help as a servant of death, before. This world was saturated with necrotic energies, scattered to the winds. The dead rose without aid, here and there... and Iblis wished she could concentrate those energies into one place, and build something with them, instead of leaving the dead to suffer an unnatural life in a world that treated them contemptibly.

"Ah, thank you Lisa. A tailor will do wonders for the modesty of my good lady Knight." She was interested in meeting this Debbie character... she sounded a charitable soul. Certainly, she'd be easier to work with than the blacksmith, from what Iblis had heard. Plus, she was a necromancer... common ground was always helpful in understanding others, for a being that was so very unused to mortality.

 

[Reptillicus]

Lisa would think about what Ibis had offered... to complete her revival gave her back her face and hands. she did not mention it, afraid it might be too good to be true. Also, Debbie would be mad at her for accepting the offers of a strange without talking to her first. She really did mommy Lisa a lot. "She's gonna be so surprised when she hears me talk!", Lisa said brightly, she so delighted to be able to speak. Lisa would open the door and motion them in, Maryabelle would rub her nude thighs together a little hesitant to introduce herself in such a state, but this is where she might finally get herself clothed again so she went inside with Ibis.

The bell on the door would ring as they stepped inside a rather well lit and well kept shop. the floors were swept the wall cleaned to a sheen and lots and lots of clothes! there were all kinds for both men and women and ranged from simple to lavish looking. all of it seemed like it was handcrafted, and it a sense it was. mirrors were all over the place and there was changing room in the back. all of the wood was made from dark oak and redwood giving it a rather homely feel. A voice could be heard from the back room of the shop. it was rather melodic and light flowing through the air like a quite breeze... not quite the voice one would think of for a necromancer.

"Lisa? is that you dear? did you bring guests to the shop? Hold on, just finishing a bit of stitching in the seams of this dress.", said what must have been Debbie. The back door would slide open to show a wide bodied woman were the word "thick" would be an understatement. she had a very wide hips that would sawy in a rather delightful way. her breasts were hefty to and would draw the eye too. she was extermly milfy! she had a mature but warm look to her face. she wore a long black dress with a sort fancy web like frill in the back. the shoulders and sleeves were quite poofy, her black hair in a tight but fancy bun with smart looking half moon spectacles a beauty mare on her left cheek. am extra pair bony arms would be folded up under her breasts.

"Miss Debbie! Listen! i can talk see! see!", Lisa said running up to her and hugging her. She gave quite a surprised look then returned the hug. "My goodness! why yes you can! that's wonderful dear so this is what you sound like.... how in world did this happen?", asked Debbie. "It was lady Ibis! she came here with me!" then she remembered why they had came. "Oh! And she has a friend who needs clothes.... she doesn't have any....", Lisa said rubbing the back of her skull a bit embarrassed to mention it. Debbie would look to see Ibis and and Maryabelle. Mary would blush and hold her endowments tighter. "Y-Yes.... I am so sorry for my shameful display....". There was the briefest of glances to ibis from the motherly woman and then there was quick look of .... something.... like she had just looked though Ibis. her gaze went right back to Maryabelle however. and she would gasp, "By the bones you poor dear!". she took Maryabelles hand forcefully and dragged her deeper into the store. "walking about the streets like this. We can't have that! Is she yours miss... Ibis?", she asked as she set Marybelle in front of a mirror.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Iblis watched the seamstress as she appeared, a rather broad woman with a very unique fashion sense. She also saw the look the woman shot her way... she seemed very perceptive. Iblis didn't think that any, even a necromancer, in this world would know her for what she truly was, but she could be wrong on that account. It remained to be seen. "Iblis will do. And she has a pact with me... she is my servant by choice, but she is also her own woman. She is the late lady Maryabelle, a knight and once a caller upon the divine arts of her order. Now, she will have to learn a new way... and she will need functional clothing, things she can wear under armor. We expect them to see such use in the coming days. Much use." Iblis looked around the shop taking in the sights. This was a strange world indeed, even to one with as much experience in it as she... her place had been in a different... side of things.

"I offered a more... full cosmetic make over to miss Lisa here, if she wished to partake of it. My mastery of necromancy is without equal in this world." She didn't say with a hint of pride or ego in her voice... it was a simple statement of fact, far at odds with the way she'd spoken earlier today. She sat in a chair, hands folded in her lap, demure and unassuming. It was... far more natural for her than playing at the haughty noble lady, arrogant and self assured. She doubted, however, that she was quite done with that particular act. It was a mask she might have to wear for some time to come... she was thankful that she was so capable in its application. "It came to my attention that you yourself are a necromancer. I was hoping you could point me in the direction of a necronomicon." A rare and unwieldy text, few not well versed in necromancy dared to make any liberal use of its contents. For Iblis, however... it would merely be a refresher and a reference for certain esoterica.

 

[Reptillicus]

This was quite a bit to take in at once but, Debbie gave a thoughtful look back at Ibis then reached into her dress with one boney hand and pulled out a tape measure. "Hmmm you could really give Lisa her flesh back? You really must be as good as you say if you can do that without a dead body nearby.... not only that but few can ever master fleshcraft. Goodness me.....", she said lost in thought for a moment. "As for a necronomicon, well I do know that there is a noble around here with one in his possession. Lord Fane I believe. terrible man that Fane treats Undead like dirt and uses them as his slave labor....", she said as she would gently take Maryabelles arms and take them off her lady parts.

"Now, now dear, I know your embarrassed but trust me I've seen quite a lot in my day. So keep those hand down at your sides so I can get your measurements." she said soothingly. Mary would do as asked but still blush as she kept her hands at her sides. she would take the tape measure across Mary's breasts witch would get a little squeak out of her. "Ticklish dear?", she giggled and moved down to Mary's hips and butt. "You're lucky you know. not everyone gets a second chance with everything intact and working like you dear. You really do have a great figure~." Mary would bit her lip as the tape measure trying to giggle her face getting redder. "Mmmm quite a hips and bust on you dear. No problem though i can get you just what you need.", she said say patting the lady knights shoulder.

"But back to Lisa.... you really can, can't you? honestly, she deserves it she such a sweet girl. Died too early in life poor girl never did get the best years of her life...", she said looking sadly at Lisa who was looking away respectfully. "she didn't tell you how she died did she? Well, I won't. that not something you go saying willy nilly. It's a very personal thing for the undead here. Its a sigh of great trust and affection if they do tell you.... so many men and woman brought back into the world in way they didn't ask for." she would say looking off into space again. "Ah anyway... So, practical and strong clothes for the working lady huh? Yes I have just the thing. But, if you were to give Lisa her face and her real voice back... I'd not ask for money.... not ever form you my dear...." she would look to Lisa. "How about it dear.... do you want a bit more normalcy in your unlife?", she said a look full of love on her face.... she really cared for Lisa. "Yes! Yes! please!", Lisa said almost sounding like she was crying. it be such a simple thing for Ibis but it would mean the world to this girl.... forced to live mute and with a gastly skull for a face... tormented by the living women about her boney skeletal hands.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Iblis quirked a brow at Debbie as she continued. "As I said... easily done." She wiggled her fingers, and incanted a spell from a language that had never truly existed in this world, and the process began. Lisa would sprout flesh as though from nowhere, though that wasn't quite the truth of it... and it would form up over her skull, over her arms and hands... giving her an actual voice box, besides. Hair would grow, and her flesh would take on the lively luster that Maryabelle's possessed... that of a cambion. A cambion, typically, was born undead... and grew, and lived. Their bodies were dead, yet replicated life so perfectly, they could even catch some diseases. The body didn't use oxygen, and didn't break down so quickly from oxidization, but instead supplemented its needs with necrotic energies like any undead, but they were by far the most lifelike of undead creatures... only a master would be able to truly tell they were undead, and not just pale and strange from some manner of cosmetic application. They were warm, they breathed, their hearts beat and their stomachs digested food... it was as close to life as the undead would ever manage.

"As for payment, I have the money, and no wish to be stingy in paying for good services... especially from one who uses their wealth as a means to support the downtrodden. I will keep that in mind with Lord Fane, though... and thank you for the information. He seems to have something in mind for me, and I will be visiting his estate rather soon." It remained to be seen whether her visit would prove friendly. He'd cum in her... ravished her body. No matter her power and poise, having power of his own and having had that experience, he was ridiculously likely to underestimate her. Not that he had any idea how to estimate her capabilities, not truly... unless he was very well versed in that necronomicon. Of all the texts in this world, only that one was truly divinely inspired by the god of Death themselves, and laid bare even the smallest secrets of the true underworld... up to the sixth veil. No small secrets for those capable enough to delve into them, but the seventh, eighth, and ninth veils were... far and beyond what any mortal necromancer was likely to imagine them to be. A lich could be formed of the secrets of the sixth veil, the penultimate manifestation of the craft to most, the achievement of immortality, -beyond the bloody curse of vampirism, which was at its most infantile of the third veil-, greater a prize to most necromancers than that particular method... but the demi lich was of the seventh veil, and there was likely no record of such a thing in the world. Of the eighth veil came something even greater, and of the ninth veil... came a nymph of death, a soul guide... a creature like Iblis herself, the very real reapers of the world. A shapechanging, immortal being capable of the deepest necromantic arts.

"Hear me now, Debbie, and Lisa... something dark this way comes. Something this entire world is woefully, inadequately prepared for. It might even already be here... I am toying with the notion of creating a nation of the undead, strong enough to resist this blight, for the world of the living as it is now is likely doomed in its entirety. When this foe is done, the undead will be lucky to stand at all, alone in a world that is as dead as they. Perhaps this entity would find them worthwhile slaves... but I cannot say for sure. I do not know its alien mind, and its desires are beyond my comprehension for the now. But a pale horse this way rides... and I am here, in this world, because I believe it must be fought, and driven back... even when Death its self has turned their back on the world." And any number of other gods, she'd wager. Death set its self apart from the rest of the pantheon, so she had little enough interaction with them... she knew not what they did in these dark times.

 

[Reptillicus]

Lisa would stumble into a seat as she was given flesh! As soon as her voice box formed she gasped in surprise. In a process not unlike what happened with Maryabelle her arms hands and head would grow lifelike once more. Her green eyes would fill in her sockets letting he see the world without the strange tint of spirit eyes. her face was thin and pretty, with freckles and long red hair. she had rather cute young cheeks that made you just want to grab them her arms were long and slender with dextrous dainty hands. her skin wasn't even pale.... she could feel the beat of her heart! feel warmth in her body! it was all so overwhelming that Lisa would cry..... but it was a happy cry. "Am..... Am I alive again?!", she said her face wet with tears of gratitude. "Not quite dear.... but I believe you're very close to it.", said Debbie.

Maryabelle would look quite shocked herself she would wondered why she didn't look like that.... But the truth of the matter was that her soul was too different for a form like that, she had been changed with some kind of great divine power. such a form would not be able to maintain and contain her power.

Lisa's voice was very similar to the way it was before, just much clearer and warmer. After a moment Lisa couldn't contain herself and she rushed Ibis to hug her tightly her thin modest frame pressed tightly against her. only after that did think on what she had said after all that.... about the darkness coming... and making an "undead land" on the mortal plane. Maryabelle actually knew about this darkness she had fought to before. Death himself knew too but he forbade any of his servants seek it out. "I know of this darkness my lady as I may have said before.... It is "first world" the very first plane of existence. At least that's what someone told me once. it's where all things began. a place where there is no life and no death, just madness. the creature that came from there were many tentecaled horrors that would corrupt all that they touched.", Maryabelle explained. " The dark power of first world has threatened the land before. but it was stopped! The world of the living is not doomed while I once again walk the earth!", Maryabelle exclaimed, seemingly forgetting her nudity now that her righteous sensibilities were roused. Hands on her hips chest thrust out.... boobs bouncing a little. she then blushed and turned away remembering her nudity again....

Debbie didn't know how to take all this, but she busied herself with getting a black leather tunic and pair of simple but strong leather trousers. it was similar to the kind that mercenaries wore in this age. strong and flexible, giving light protection and flexibility. "Also I'll throw in a nice bra for you dear. You've got quite a lot of breast there It can get a bit annoying if they bounce all over. I should know~.", she said motioning to her own moutherly set. Mary would dress quickly feeling so relieved to finally be covered. it was all comfortable and well fitting. Maryabelle would sigh her tension finally releasing.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Iblis returned Lisa's hug, and would listen to Maryabelle. "The first world... yes... we only called it by the name of the 'void'. The endless abyss beyond our known reality, the most ancient of evil's, and the most potent. We believe it seeks an end to all things, or to at least cast it in it's image." She shook her head. "Such a thing is unknowable by its very nature, however, most like. We shall see. We are strong... for this world, Maryabelle. Our powers might be... wholly inadequate for fighting such a foe, however. The Gods themselves might be inadequate..." They could likely fight many of its lesser servants, which could be legion, or literally infinite... but the greater beings of that realm... she shuddered to think of what might they could bring to bear. She was most likely the most powerful necromancer in this world, but she was no god, and Maryabelle wasn't either. These beings made the Gods tremble in terror, or so Iblis had been led to believe. Iblis smiled at Maryabelle's fervor, though, and rose to embrace her, giving those jiggly boobies a little squeeze while she was at it. "You're in good shape, and you are strong... stronger than you were in life, even without your divine magic. But you will have to be stronger, yet. Experienced in fighting with your new physical prowess, with magic that you can use. We've much work ahead of us, and the necronomicon will be a great boon in this endeavor." Of course, they were getting their hands on that text... one way or another.

Iblis pondered Lisa, then. "Lisa, dear. Perhaps you could introduce me to your friends, your community. It isn't exactly taxing, what I did for you. I could improve the unlives of your entire community, most like. Besides... I can also make them stronger. Able to protect themselves better, and perhaps, begin building an empire... an exodus to a land of hope might be for the best. When our enemy lays siege to these lands, the chaos of a collapsing hierarchy will render their strength largely impotent... if the people don't start a pogrom and massacre the undead in blind fear first." Such a thing seemed but a hairsbreadth away, in this city at least. "Ah, we need to get going to the blacksmith soon, though... and see if we can't find a runesmith as well." She chewed her lip. "I do not have all the things I would prefer for enchanting... we will have to check whatever magic shops we might be fortunate enough to find. Our funds will only go so far, however. A small... quest for an exception item of yore might not be a bad idea." In the end, Maryabelle was going to be one of her greatest weapons, if not her greatest weapon in this war. No time invested in her would be wasted.

 

[Reptillicus]

Maryabelle would blush ane give a little squeak as Ibis gave her a hug and a little tease for her breasts. then put her new clothes on. she'd not really considered her own undead strength let alone how it might stack up to the creatures of first world. In her time they rarely showed themselves usually working through people, using them as a medium. But now... perhaps the threatened to breach the barrier of the mortal world. Maryabelle sorely missed her divine blessing arts... to heal, buff, and dispel. The dead could not call upon the power Zaiarch they were beyond his reach.... in fact the arts of Zaiarch -god of light purity and protection- were quite deadly to the undead.

"Well all this talk of dark eldritch things certainly sound very bad.... but You're lady knight looks up too task. so I'll just keep doing what i can to help others, long as people work together dead or alive, I'm sure we can weather any storm.", said debbie she seemed to try and look at the bright side of things, witch is strange for a necromancer. "Lisa would be more than happy to show you her friends in the breathless district, right dear?", she asked Lisa. "Of course! but some undead are wary of necromancers... some of them are not as nice as Miss Debbie and you lady Ibis... But we can talk all about that later because well... I can talk about it later!", Lisa said still so grateful for the wonderful work Ibis did for her. "Yes we'll be right here, we have a few orders to make and I'll give you a discount on the clothes for your lovely lady knight.", said debbie as she opened up her ledger.

No matter what Ibis and Maryabelle said Debbie would not let them buy the clothes at full price. She was say that it was fifty percent and no buts! So they reluctantly paid her half price while Maryabelle could not thank her enough. after all that happend at the city entrance she wanted some for of dignity. Lisa and Debbie told them that the armorer did both weapons and armor.... but he did not like the undead or necromancers. according to them he was an old dwarf, and he was extremely mistrustful of anything that wasn't actually "alive". the shop wasn't too far only a few block away. As they walked there Maryabelle had a question for her. "Um my lady? A question... I can hear you within my mind and I felt you do.... something.... through me to Lisa. Are there but more things about this pact witch I should know?"

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Iblis took her seat again, crossing her legs and listening, then counting out coin for the clothing. She cast a few small wards on the clothing... minor magics, tied to decay... to remember their forms. When the clothes inevitably wore and tore, she'd be able to use magic to repair them back to their original state. She didn't have to heart to tell Debbie that in all likelihood, the world was doomed no matter their efforts, that their foe was simply too enormously powerful, and when a titan of the void came and placed its cosmic sized hand upon the world, or wrapped the whole of it up in tentacles, there wasn't a damn thing her petty magics could do about it. She'd be praying until the very end, like everybody else, hoping against hope to be saved. The news of a surly, distrustful dwarf did little to surprise Iblis. "Thank you, Lisa, Debbie. I can handle the dwarf. Your help in reaching the undead community would be most appreciated." She'd rise to take her leave after a cordial parting, walking alongside Maryabelle with her usual swaying, regal gait.

Maryabelle's question had her furrowing a brow. "Well, it's sort of like... making a familiar. Except it's not. At all. I can cast some magics through you, experience the world through your senses, and even read your thoughts to an extent, much like with a familiar... but that's where the similarities end. Our pact is a master servant relationship, very much one way, and stronger. I own you, in a metaphysical sense. I can sap your vitality to replenish my own, compel you to do things against your will, even command you to simply cease your undead life, and you will die again. Of course, I'd not employ any of these things unless I thought them quite necessary to save the world its self... to complete both of our goals, and my pact stands in good honor... I will fulfill my end of the bargain. I'd like to get you properly prepared for war before we distract ourselves with anything else, though..." She shook her head. "I care for you, Maryabelle. Being intimate with your very being as I am makes me feel that you are a part of me, an extension of my very self. Though I have nigh ultimate power over you, I'd no sooner wrong you than dismember myself. So rest assured... I will not abuse these powers. Our safe word still stands, as well." Should she beg for leniency, Iblis would show it, always.

 

[Reptillicus]

Ibils' words left Maryabelle in bit of a uneasy state. She could just about do whatever she wanted to her and Maryabelle could not stop her.... But on the other hand she didn't want to do anything bad to her at all, she saw her almost like she was part of her now, she cared for her and she seemed a decent person in the end. The only thing that still haunted her was the word she could end her unlife in but snap of her fingers, that though did chill her and a lump formed in her throat.

"Oh I... I see my lady. It is a sign of great strength of character that you hold such power over me and yet are remiss to use it. In a way you remind me of my queen....", said the lady knight as her though went back to her queen. She was beautiful and noble to fault a kindred spirit to Mary. she would blush as she remembered their.... time.... together. they were quite involved with one another, Maryabelle missed her greatly.... yet again feeling so alone in this age, but she did have Iblis didn't she? She would look wordlessly to her "master". She really was beautiful, and Mary was waited more on the female focused side of attraction. her imagination drifted to thought s of her dark naked body.... Maryabelle would quickly banish those thoughts and hoped Iblis didn't see those thoughts, a very obvious blush on her cheeks.

The Armorer's shop was dead ahead now. it was a black soot covered building, it being unclear weather it was just dirty or actually painted black.... the sounds of rhythmic hammering could heard from inside.

 

[ShinyHappyFitsOfRage]

Iblis 'hmm'd' to Maryabelle's words. "Well, don't think I won't tease you with it from time to time. I am, above all else... mercurial. Being ancient tends to make one... fickle in nature. Once you've seen as much as I have, obtained such fathomless depths of understanding, the world becomes... predictable. It makes one prone to being unpredictable, if only to break the tedium." She then grabbed a handful of Maryabelle's butt, and quite without her consent, made her moan aloud as she had a very sudden orgasm... with people watching.

"Like that."

Then, she forced Maryabelle to touch her. Suddenly, Maryabelle had her hand slipped under Iblis' robe, and groping her breasts! Which were... fuller than they had been last time, weren't they? Perhaps she was able to adjust her body on the fly. "Oh, knight of mine. That's quite inappropriate of you! At least wait until we're behind closed doors..." She gave Maryabelle back control over herself, a small smirk on her face. She was a mischievous little thing. Iblis would approach the door when they arrived at the building, and open the door. "Master blacksmith, you've custom at the door." She announced herself in such a manner that demanded attention, even as Maryabelle and an escort of bone golems came through the door with her... one with a hefty chest of coin.