EbiNaki
azazele

azazele

patreon


azazele posts

ARC 6-Winter War-87- Interlude-Geneva

Geneva hummed as she walked past the Witness Circle, easily dodging the fast-moving carriages, the shirtless fighters in the midst of training, workers moving at a quick pace, and faster moving servants that resembled rodents with their demeanors....

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-86- Interlude

Slaid was not having a good day.

It would be better to say the entire month had been terrible. The misfortune he found himself mired in, through no fault of his own, was astonishing. To a degree that would be unbelievable if he weren’t liv...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-85

Still holding onto Alana who isn’t keen to let go of me, I take a seat on the corner of the bed. There’s no point in circling the burning bush and my wife has always been a fan of directness. Her eyes hold expectations. I steel myself. “You ...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-84

Out of consideration for the much more fragile bunny asking for a bit of my time, we move, standing under one of the arched entrances to the Witness Circle. It does nothing for the cold of course, but snow is no longer gently raining onto her head...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-83

A part of me wishes I could linger in the snow forever. I’ve gotten adept at compressing the white fluff into solid shapes. I figure I can make myself a little bed and a nice pillow. Not like sleeping in the cold will do me any harm.

The p...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-82

Unfortunately, my short tour of the James estate didn’t include any good places to disappear from loved ones for a few hours. My verbal explosion leaves me feeling relieved, drained, and incredibly embarrassed. It’s obvious I’m going to have...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-81-Interlude (Alana)

“Why did you stop me?” Alana snapped at the elf lounging on her bed.

“Because your next words to her should not be spoken lightly.” Kierra shifted onto her side, holding her head in a palm as she closed her eyes. Despite the lingerin...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-80

There should be chaos. Over fifty people were just killed in an explosion of magic and violence. They saw me, who is only meant to have a fire affinity, transform multiple times with a speed and ease that not even a pure affinity can explain satis...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-79

How did things come to this?

“Ahhhh!”

“Fucking bitch!” A hunter wielding twin short swords leaps at Kierra, four more swords hovering behind him. My wife throws away the hunter currently in her grasp to dodge the flurry of atta...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-78

Magic is not equal.

It is a discipline that is heavily dependent on natural talent and that talent is not distributed equally. There are nine affinities, four basic and five greater. There is a good reason for that distinction. Manipulating ...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-77

Geneva’s influence on my mind wanes and time resumes its natural flow. The hunter moving at a glacial pace moves faster. He is not as stern in the face of death as his predecessor but seems just as determined. Despite trembling, he doesn’t hes...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-76

The hunters are, understandably, panicking. It’s one thing to die for a cause. They can take a sword if it means providing for their families and defending the reputation of the guilds.

Watching one of their compatriots claw himself to dea...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-75

The world should announce the grim event about to take place with booming thunder and bright flashes of lightning. Instead, the sky is calm, scant snowflakes falling softly. Without the knights conducting exercises on the field outside the estate ...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-74

The morning of the March, Alana, Kierra, Rolly, my succubi, and myself are seated on Alana’s bed, ready to discuss our strategy for the last time. The average person in our circumstances would probably have their shoulders hunched with tension a...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-73

“My lord.”

Inside the sweathouse, the more common way of addressing the training room attached to the main house, Zachariah paused in his morning practice, lowering his wooden sword. His preferred weapon was a large warhammer that he use...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-72

“Your family is insane.”

The rest of dinner passes quickly. The hunters’ representative, who I learn is the fabled Emberton, spends several minutes trying to dissuade the duke and his wife from their decision. He may as well be talking...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-71

I thought the dinner table was tense before but it can’t be compared to the heavy air weighing down the room as Alana and I take our seats. Two more places are filled. Yulia has joined us but she doesn’t look happy about it, lovely face slight...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-70

“You want me to believe that dozens of hunters came here just to kill my family?” I ask slowly, disbelief evident in every word. I refuse to believe it. Not even nobles would go so far. The Tomes hated the Grimoires, and they us, but neither f...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-69

I stare at the man, brows furrowed and lips pursed. I understand the intent clearly enough. He’s come looking for revenge. What gives me pause is that speech. It sounded very deliberate. He spoke slowly, as if checking his words before he said t...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-68

After a rousing discussion, trying to follow along as Alana talked at me about troop deployment for the campaign and optimal positioning, I convince her to give me a tour of the house. Not even the James are exempt from noble pride. Their home sti...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-67

I find Cloud and Geneva in the room I was meant to be sleeping in, beside Alana’s room. The tamer is sprawled on the bed face down, dressed in nothing but a towel over the back of her waist. My succubus in the guise of a thrall is hunched over h...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-66

Yulianna smiles. “A decision that seems to have turned out for the best. Here you are.”

“So confident. You don’t know anything about me.”

She finishes her food and laces her fingers. “Mm, I need to make a small confession. ...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-65

Saints, I understand now why this woman has a title as outrageous as the rose blooming in frost or some such. She’s even cuter bathed in candlelight. Someone could get lost in those eyes of hers, happily. They’re far less intense than those of...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-64

“That went well,” Alana says as we enter her bedroom.

“Did it?” I ask. I was expecting sparks to fly but after Kierra’s rather outrageous intro, dinner became rather dull. I paid attention, as everything said was quite relevant to ...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-63

Kierra sweeps her gaze over the table, her smile stretching wider. “I give thanks for inviting me to your table and your battle. I understand the sacredness of a blood feud and what it means to allow others to interfere. I will repay your trusts...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-62

Surprisingly, the dress code for dinner at the James manor is rather strict. I admit, I expected sweaty men and women to plop down in the chairs fresh from training and drink their soups straight from their bowls. Alana’s manners when she’s en...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-61-Interlude (Geneva)

AN: Decided to start marking the chapters from different points of view, for my convenience and yours. In hindsight, should have always done this. Live and learn.

As effective immortals, succubi planned in the long-term. Gen...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-60

As a child, I thought people were simple. I took what people showed me at face value. Gordon, my childhood bully, was a chubby, red-headed bundle of evil. My father a cold and distant man lest baited with the allure of summoning. The servants and ...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-59

Thankfully, no one else ambushes us as Alana guides me to her room. With her treatment so far, I half-expected her to show me to a closet next to the servant quarters. It seems that would be too much as she has a proper room. Nothing as grand as t...

View Post

ARC 6-Winter War-58

“You’ve certainly made yourself comfortable.”

We exit the portrait room to a sarcastic voice. A young man, maybe a few years older than me, with heavy stubble and short dark hair stands in the middle of the trophy room, a frown on his ...

View Post