Golden Frogs and God Slayers (Kyra)

Watching the scene in front of her, Medeia could not help but smile slightly. She had come across this bunch of lazy castle cleaners, sleeping on the job and with a casual wave of her hand, the witch had turned each and every one of them into a toad, resulting in the chorus of croaking that filled her ears now. Her spell would not last too long but enough to teach the morons in front of her a lesson. For now, all they could do was hop around in fear, having no clue as to what was going on, their eyes almost bulging out of their heads, well, more than toads eyes normally did. The witch was not in the greatest mood and so the chance to cause a little disruption was one that she had leapt upon although in truth, she would rather take out her frustrations in a far more personal manner. Yet, that seemed not to be an option at the moment. She had not seen much of Jennifer lately and even her always dirty minded maid had been busy performing her guild duties, leaving Medeia to feel rather restless and isolated. Perhaps she would go out hunting later, in the hopes of finding someone to have a little fun with.

“Stop croaking and listen to me,” she uttered in annoyance at the reptiles, folding her arms across her chest, her voice as cold as ice. “This is your own fault for not doing your jobs and if I find any of you sleeping instead of working again then you will find yourselves sleeping permanently. Am I understood?”

The frogs would briefly look towards one another before answering with one loud and harmonious croak. Somehow, Medeia doubted that they would ever learn. They seemed to have the IQ of a potato and the brain capacity of a potted plant, not that it surprised her. Humanity in general was rather stupid and self destructive and the angel wondered on occasion if perhaps it would be better if she ruled herself but those thoughts never lasted long. She had no desire for thrones and titles. No, her desires were far more personal in nature.

“Go on then, get to it,” Medeia would then say, watching with amusement as the frogs desperately tried to clean the guild entrance with their tongues, only making things worse. It was a bizarre scenario for sure but she was in the mood for being vindictive and her eyes never left them as they got on with their hopeless tasks. “You idiots!” She would add after a few moments, “You are making the walls sticky! Do it properly!” In blind terror, the frogs would desperately start to panic and head for the entrance, much to the mage’s annoyance, resulting in her hurling a ball of liquid gold at the group, turning them into golden statues. A fitting fate for them, she mused to herself, as she glanced down at the now metal coated frogs, a slight smirk crossing her features at that moment.

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“There is no need to dash off so quickly,” Medeia answered, turning her gaze from the solidified toads to the female speaker, easily able to pick up the girl’s mumbled speech due to her slayer enhanced hearing. The girl was certainly a beauty and the angel briefly looked her over before her purple hues returned to her face. The witch did not recognise her and judging from the magical signature, the youngster was still fairly new when it came to magic, lacking the power of most within the guild. Yet, Medeia did not dwell on that too much and was rather more curious about the girl’s manner. Such politeness and nervousness was incredibly rare for an Errings Rising member which brought questions to the angel’s mind. Just who was this little mouse?

She would have spoken more but at that moment, her golden statues would crack open and the toads would return to their human forms. With a shriek, they would quickly reach for their buckets and rags, before getting back to work, petrified of the black haired mage. Medeia paid them no further attention, her interest piqued by the new arrival and simply allowed them to get on with their work. However, she did click her fingers, causing them to flinch. A warning. That was all but enough to get her point across, if she had not already.

“As for you, my dear, you should stay right where you are,” she then said silkily, “I do not recall seeing you before but there is something familiar about you. Whether it be your magic or something else. What is your name and how did a precious flower like you find yourself in a guild of lunatics like this? I must say that you have piqued my interest and that is not something that I say often.” The anger had faded from her gaze for the moment, replaced by a more intrigued look but there was still a touch of domination in her voice, enough to give it an edge. There was always a danger in capturing the witch’s attention, something that the delicate girl may just find out before they parted.

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The girl had not said a great deal but more than enough for Medeia to get a read on the delicate flower. As she turned and walked away, her head looking towards the ground, the witch briefly pondered about whether to just let her walk away but her curiosity was more than aroused now, desiring to know more about the girl’s troubles. The fact that Valkyria had decided to simply walk away had slightly irritated her too, as she did not recall saying that she could leave. Clearly, Jennifer’s training had been a little lacking in the respect department although Medeia was not all that surprised. Her love had always been the in your face type and knowing that, Medeia could not help but feel a little puzzled about her teaching this nervous girl. They seemed a rather odd match, in the witch’s view but then again, herself and Jennifer were hardly similar in some ways too.

“My dear, walking away from someone when they have not finished speaking is rather rude,” Medeia replied, her tone still silky but with just the slightest hint of a threat. “I have a suspicion that Jen would be rather upset too as we have become very close. I am Medeia, once her mentor and now her girlfriend. I have no idea what kind of fun that she is having with training you but turning your back on a member of the guild is a lesson that she should have taught you. Everyone in this guild is a monster, some subtle and others more direct but none of us appreciate being treated in a dismissive manner. I suggest you remember that in future.”

She was not angry as such and in her own way, the fallen angel was trying to help the girl survive in the den of vipers that was Errings Rising. Perhaps she felt a little responsible for this little mouse, given that she was being trained by her own former student. Whatever it was, it only caused her interest to grow even more.

Walking towards the girl again, Medeia would glance up at her and then speak again, “We are devoted to freedom and in this guild you will not be judged because of your magic and instincts. Our members embrace their magic rather than shy away from it and I believe that is the issue that you have right now. You are afraid of your magic and losing control of it. Why?”

A simple question and Medeia had no intention of letting this girl leave until she got an answer. If that meant dragging it out of the girl then the witch had her own ways of doing that.

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Listening in silence as the girl opened up to her, Medeia was beginning to have a slight argument inside her own head. Part of her could understand the girl’s sense of helplessness, a feeling that the witch had been forced to experience for millenia, trapped inside that angelic prison. She knew what it could do to a person all too well and as she watched the girl, it was all too easy for Medeia to see herself. When she was finally freed, it had created the want and desire for control that was now at the heart of everything she did now. That sense of helplessness had helped her to become who she was today. A force of nature and an angel of lust.

That sense of lust was the other side of her inner argument, as the submissive girl before her was certainly attractive and the nervousness that she displayed only made her seem more appealing to the witch. Medeia was beginning to desire the girl which was awakening her more primal side. She had never been the physical type like her girlfriend, wishing for control of a different sort. Not just of the body but the mind and soul as well, she wished to know everything about those she took a liking too.

Casting the tempting thought of punishment aside for the moment, Medeia first knelt down so that she was closer to the kneeling girl’s current height. “Those people who told you such things do not have the slightest clue about what it means to be a God Slayer. Not all God Slayers are those who follow a dark path and not all Demon Slayers follow a light one either. We choose what path we take in our lives, not our magic. That is true freedom, which you can find here if you just come to accept who and what you are. A cannibal is what I believe you were trying to say and if that is the case then it is something that you will have to come to terms with. If you want to control your powers then you must first allow them to come to the surface, only then can you get over your fear of them. If I know Jen as well as I think I do, that is probably what she is trying to teach.”

Standing up again, she would then fold her arms across her chest, looking down at the girl with an unreadable expression on her face. “Now, I am not so much into beatings as Jennifer is and I have no interest in revealing my methods in the middle of this hall, my dear. So, I think I will have you accompany me back to my quarters for a while, where I can take care of you in my own fashion. You can either just follow willingly or I can make things a little more entertaining. The choice is yours but the result will be the same.” For the first time in the encounter, Medeia’s eyes would briefly leave the girl’s face and instead look over her lovely form.

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“Those who gave you the rod are not here, are they?” The witch replied to the girl’s verbal musings, her slayer enhanced hearing picking it up. “You are no longer with your family but a member of this guild, who are far more knowledgeable about your gifts than they were. The moment you entered this castle and were given the guild stamp, your old life was left behind. I know how it feels to be completely utterly helpless, to be afraid of everything around you and thinking that your life would never be anything more than a depressing and hopeless nightmare. In order to overcome that, I learned to wield the rod instead of being the one being hit but it, as you put it. I promised myself that I would never be on the receiving end again and learned the art of control, which is what defines me now. Control is what I desire, over myself and those around me. If you truly want to find yourself and become the master of your own destiny then you will have to find the inner courage to overcome your self doubt and discover your self worth. No one here can do it for you but you at least have the chance to, now that you are away from that family of yours.”

Saying that, the witch would be lying if she did not find the girl’s subservient nature more and more appealing as the minutes ticked by. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Medeia to control her inner urgings and it was definitely the right time to move elsewhere. “Oh, you have a choice, my dear although I assume that you would rather not be seen being carried down the corridors bound by my magic.” She was not expecting any kind of fight from the delicate flower and the girl’s words soon confirmed her expectations. It was probably for the best and the angel did not truly wish to hurt the girl. No, she had a far more enjoyable punishment in mind.

There was something that Kyra said though that did attract the angel’s attention, regarding the similarities between herself and her girlfriend. Glancing down at the girl for a moment, Medeia would then drop to a knee again and place one hand under the girl’s chin, raising it so they were looking each other in the eye. “You are beautiful and I would be deceiving you if I said that I do not find you attractive but that is not all that draws me to people. I wish to know everything about those I take interest in. Would I be giving advice and asking questions if I was not interested in more than just your body? I want to know what makes people tick and why they behave as they do. I have lived for an incredibly long time but I have come to appreciate the stories and secrets of those who fall into my clutches.”

Leaning forwards, she would gently press her lips against those of the girl for a few moments, before pulling back, “Jennifer and I are both beings of lust. I come from the heavens where she comes from hell but believe me, we are both capable of caring for those we meet and feel affection towards. I adore her and the feelings I have for her are far more than just lust.”

“Right, my adorable cannibal,” she would say after a few further moments, her tone quite playful at this point, “Follow me and I can see to your punishment.”

With that, she would walk past the girl and down the corridor, heading back to her lovely quarters, which Armina had hopefully had cleaned while she was out.

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“As I have said already, I am not as physical as Jennifer,” Medeia replied in answer to the girl’s first question, “I have a feeling that her definition of punishment might be a little different than mine. I am not going to harm your lovely body, my dear. Thinking about it more, perhaps punishment is not the right word for it at all. I like to play and door, my adorable cannibal and that is what I plan to do with you.” She knew what Kyra was referring to in regards to Jennifer's acts and could easily imagine what kind of events her girlfriend might have put her fellow slayer through. There was a time when Medeia was younger where she had been just as aggressive as her love but as the years went by, she had come to learn that true pleasure came from a slower approach. Instant gratification was overrated, something that the witch had become fond of teaching. “Remember this well. No matter what happens once we reach my quarters and the doors close, you are safe in my hands and I am in full control.” She neglected to add a couple of words at the end, deciding to leave it as a rather open ended statement. What was the main difference between herself and her lover in her view? Jennifer was not always in control of herself, while Medeia was.

There were few people walking the corridors and those who were gave the angel a rather wide berth, knowing her reputation well enough. Medeia did not offer a glance to any of them, her interest solely on the beautiful girl following her. Her focus on Kyra was lazer like in its intensity and even though her eyes were facing forwards, her slayer enhanced senses were keenly honed in on the girl. There was a part of the angel that honestly wished for the girl to try and make a move whether it be to run away or try to fight off what was going to happen. Yes, Medeia did find the subservience attractive and Kyra was frankly the perfect type for what the angel had in mind but a small part of her hated to see the girl beaten down so badly by life, leaving her so mentally broken.

The girl’s second question seemed to be more along those lines and after giving it a few moments of thought, the answer came to her, glancing over her shoulder at the girl as she spoke. “I can only hazard a well educated guess as to Jennifer’s motives but I think that we both see something of ourselves in you. Both of us have suffered the same sense of hopelessness that you feel now and I think we both truly want to see you overcome it and aid you if you can. I for one would feel nothing but pleasure if one day you are able to find the confidence that you are lacking right now.”

Falling silent again, the angel would soon come across the door to her quarters, opening it by simply placing a hand upon it and unleashing a touch of her magical energy, revealing her surprisingly quaint quarters. A fireplace would be well stocked and burning warmly, while the walls would be stocked with shelves of spell books. There would also be two large wardrobes although one was sealed with a magical lock in order to prevent unwanted access. A large double bed would be in the top left corner of the room, decorated with large purple drapes. It had cost a fair bit to fix up what had been an absolute dump of a room when she had joined but it was not just to her liking.

“Come in, my dear,” she would then say rather gently, moving out of the way in order for the girl to join her inside. Then the fun could begin.

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It had been an entertaining session and as Medeia took a sip of tea, her gaze briefly turned towards the now sleeping cannibal which caused a smile to cross the angel’s features. Any doubt that the girl might not survive among the rougher members of the guild had been erased from her mind and she was certain that Kyra could thrive. It would not be easy for her but the witch had hope for her. The delicate flower’s primal instincts were buried quite deep and bringing them to the surface had been quite a challenge for her, even with Medeia’s well honed methods. Yet, in the end, she had been successful and felt rather proud of the girl, knowing that she was in safe hands with Jennifer. Well, as safe as you could be in the blonde’s hands.

Medeia was brought out of her thoughts as the door opened and a tall, purple haired woman entered, wearing a maid’s uniform and carrying Kyra’s clothing. “I take it that you enjoyed yourself, Mistress,” the cheerful woman said with a grin, placing the freshly washed and dried clothes at the end of bed and glancing towards the sleeping cannibal. “She is an adorable girl but you should have let me have some fun too. It has been a while since I met someone new.”

Raising an eyebrow, the witch turned her head towards her maid, “From what I have been hearing you have been making plenty of friends among the maids, Armina. I am not sure where you picked up some of your manners from but apparently you have been a bad girl yourself.” The look in Medeia’s eye was hardly one of disapproval though and the pair both chuckled after a moment, “I thought that we might have been a little too much for her together but now that I know better, perhaps next time.”

“I got my manners from you, mistress,” Armina joked in response, “It is not my fault that all of the maids around here are completely gorgeous. You brought me here to serve as your personal maid but expect me to keep my hands off of the others? That is unfair and not what I signed up for. Besides, the head maid has not bothered you about it, has she?”

“You would have spent a week bound on the bed if she had,” Medeia answered with a smirk, “Not that you would consider that punishment…”

“No different than what you normally do to me when you are in the mood,” Armina smirked, “Anyway, I must get back to work. I will see you later, mistress.”

With a curtsey, the maid would take her leave, exiting the room and closing it behind her. Medeia would just shake her head, clearly amused and returned to her book, sitting in her large armchair beside the fire. She was still pondering what the next step would be in terms of Kyra but that could wait until the girl woke up. For now, the dual slayer was content with letting the girl rest, leaving her in the angel’s bed.

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It did not take a genius to know what Kyra was trying to ask and Medeia proceeded to stand up from her comfortable armchair and retrieve the girl’s clothes for her, depositing them beside her on the bed. It was difficult for the witch not to smile as she listened to the cannibal’s nervous mutterings and eventually she did although it was not out of mockery or distaste, she had simply come to find the red eyed young woman’s personality adorable. She had learned so much about Kyra during their short time together and the angel believed that she had a better grasp on how her current companion worked mentally.

“You are not going anywhere until you rest up and recover your strength, Kyra,” she said softly, taking a seat on the bed beside her, “I know that you are bound to be feeling a bit sore but I must say, you certainly proved a few things to me.” As far as she was concerned, Kyra had handled the situation perfectly and the angel was delighted with her. She was certainly someone to keep an eye on and the angel was sure that she would one day find the confidence she so desperately needed.

The girl’s discomfort was clear to see and the angel would ponder to herself for a moment, before gently placing a hand on the girl’s forehead and tapping into her magic, “If you stay still for a moment, I can help ease the soreness. I have a magic dedicated to the art of healing although I admit that it might sound a little ominous. It stems from a lacrima that uses the powers of a vampire in order to heal my targets. I admit that I am a little reluctant as I have no idea what a blood magic will do to those cannibal senses of yours but if it helps ease your aches, I will do it.”

The hand that was on the girl’s head would turn blood red and Medeia would then channel her powers into Kyra, attempting to do just that with her blood based slayer magic.

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