A Quiet Stroll [Private/Invite Only]

"This feels different..." The giantess climbed down from the ship as she finally stepped on the land of Kina. Everything was so different from her land, where nothing but ice decorating every scenery. It was also different from Reim as well, as this country gave more color compared to the country of gladiators. Well, what could go wrong from this trip. When Lilithia heard about Kina opening their country to let foreigners enjoy their festival, the blue haired woman had been interested to know more about it just like a curious kid.

Even though dark had descended from the sky, Kina still had its own color illuminating the entire area, especially with the lanterns being hanged all over the street. It was quiet though, and the giantess was feeling peaceful with only a few people out at this hour.

So she walked forward, following where the trails of light would bring her.

The lights on the streets of Kina seemed to be placed as a guiding trail. Normally, light would guide a person to the center of the state or local areas, but Hyperion had other things in mind, especially with foreigners now being welcomed. He had changed the layout from the docks to lead to his manor, hoping to entice any victims, while also masquerading as a notable political figure.



If one were to follow the lights, they would come to a large mansion, with gates open, as to invite anyone inside. There were several people walking along the open corridors of the building, but they all seem to be dressed identically.


If one were to hop in, a few moments later they would be greeted by this woman, dressed as all the others within the mansion walls.

The giantess halted her step as she arrived in front of a large mansion. Her sapphire-colored orbs stared at the unique oriental architecture, clearly very different from what she usually saw. But she got chills on her spine and she didn't know why. Something about this manor seemed unsettling, especially with how welcoming it was with the open gate. As if the manor was inviting the blue-haired woman inside... but Lilithia wasn't someone who would be scared about something like this. Instead... she would be up for the challenge.

The people walking along the open corridors looked a bit strange to Lilithia. The fact that they dressed identically made her wonder if this was some kind of jail or cult... But it wouldn't hurt to go inside, she needed a place to rest after all. The woman chuckled when another woman with a gaze as empty as a doll greeted her. "Good evening, may I ask if this place is an inn?"

The Kinan servant would size up the gargantuan foreigner at a glance, looking up at the imposing figure. Bowing her head, "This is not an inn, but a personal estate of Tol Baelsar's. Originally hosted by the Kogata clan, but has now claimed his own stake in this land. My gracious master has opened his doors to any and all who stroll through, at any hour of the day."

The maid would continue as she held up an ornate glass and iron lantern lit by a single wicked flame. You would see another source of light approach from the darkness as another maid would arrive, bowing her head to Lilithia. "Madam, could you follow me? There are quarters arranged for any sort of guest."

"Not an inn?", Lilithia tilted her head, wondering who in the right mind would open their house to strangers very willingly like this. The air around her felt strange and everything about it felt like it was warning her to not go any further. The woman wasn't exactly a curious person, but everything about this manor, about the maid and also the name that was being mentioned made her wanted to know more. What was the worst thing that could happen? Maybe she would find out that the owner of this estate was a perverted guy that liked to prey on some strangers that were unfortunate enough to stumble upon his house? Yeah, that was not even the worst thing...

"Well, I would love to meet your master. Surely he would greet a guest that enters his own manor, right?" Liltihia chuckled as she reached her hand to the maid, although she meant no harm. Her hand would touch the maid's hair and she would put some on her palm before caressing it with her thumb playfully. Then, another maid showed up and asked Lilithia to follow her, with a smirk carved on her face, she would turn and follow the maid. "Gladly."

The first maid remained stoic and emotionless as the guest seemed to express interest in her. But there was no response. "Please enjoy your stay, Master." Her voice remained just as monotone as her expression giving no leeway in her demeanor.



That maid would continue forward with her duties of surveying the perimeter of the estate, but the new maid was completely flustered. Now that she was the only other person illuminated, you could see the crimson tinge of her hair and her outfit. Perhaps a younger fanalis? But to match her ensemble, her cheeks were streaked red as she grew flustered.

"Yes Ma'am-ma-master! Just follow me this way to our Master!" Her posture was awkward, as she strolled into the inner portion of the manor past a courtyard. A few stray looks from other maids seemed to be cast their way out of curiousity.

"Hm... Interesting." Lilithia chuckled as she saw how unresponsive the maid was. Very contrast with the red-haired maid that would be escorting her to the quarter so she could rest. It was obvious that this maid was a fanalis and Lilithia recalled that a lot of people had enslaved a lot of fanalis for a long time now. She felt amused, Fanalis was known for their speed and strength. But a lot of their race got caught and enslaved... what a joke. Well thanks to how isolated Imuchakk was, the rate of the Imuchakk people getting enslaved was not as much, although she knew, there was some out there.

Oh well, it wasn't like her to think about something like that. So she followed the red-haired maid and stared at her closely. "What is your name?" The giantess would ask the maid out of curiosity.

Stuttering in her steps and her speech, she would stumble as they travelled. At first, they travelled by the wooden buildings that were more well illuminated, there were zen gardens, and other types of horticulture, small ponds and even a tiny tea house. They veered away from the building, walking up the cobblestone path. Cobble turned to timber planks, wooden steps to a trodden dirt path. The light was barely enough to illuminate the path before them, and little else now. They were out in the open, but now there seemed to walk back and forth through walls of bamboo chutes.

"Ah! We're a-almost here, miss!"

Now Alana would walk through a trail of eight torii, leading up to a small building, that could not even be considered large enough to be a house. Opening the door and scurrying away.


The words may not have made sense in the moment, but if she could recall. They were words that he had spoken to her when he had lead her into a building when they had first met.

The room was almost identical. The office was dimly lit by moonlight filtering in through the window, casting a square of light on the floor in the center of the room. The space was sparsely furnished, with only a matching wooden desk and stool in the back of the room showing signs of use. The desk was cluttered with stacks of letters and books, an ink fountain with a variety of avian quills, and an oil lantern with several spare lanterns and empty oil containers on the floor beside it. The only decorative item in the room was an intricately carved miniature oak box sitting on the corner of the desk. Overall, the room had a minimalist mystique, with its simple furnishings and lack of modern conveniences.

In the mix of cool moonlight and the warm oil lantern, she could see a balance of vibrant fieriness, as well as pale serenity on his face. His face seemed to revealed his transformation, no longer possessing his own flesh nor his own skin, but the way he spoke perhaps was a fresh reminder of just who he was. Different in other ways as well. Now she could notice his cyanotic flesh more clearly, there were new markings on his exposed body. The only modesty on him was a metal cage over his groin and accessories of opulent wealth. However one of his accessories stood out above the rest, chains on his right hand attaching a bracelet and several rings on his fingers.

"I see. Are you a new servant, Alana?" Lilithia would ask the redhead, wanting to confirm if she could get information from her. But the beautiful spots within the house distracted her attention, the zen garden in particular made her curious, mostly because she had never seen anything like it. Perhaps that was a signature of this country? Well, although it definitely caught her attention, Lilithia wasn't interested enough to ask more about it. The redhead announced that they were almost arriving at the destination, making Lilithia wonder about what she would encounter at the end of their walk.

The blue-haired woman tilted her head as she heard a male voice, the words he spoke to her were familiar. But her memories were fuzzy, she knew for sure that the voice didn't ring a bell in her head. Maybe it was just a coincidence she felt a bit a deja vu upon hearing it? But it might not be a coincidence! She had been inside the room before... But she knew for sure she had never visited Kina. It brought back a glimpse of a blurry memory inside Lilithia's mind, but it was not clear enough for her to remember it clearly.

The Imuchakk put up her guard even more now as the entire situation made her very confused. But lo and behold, the owner of the manor was present in the room. However, Lilithia was certain she had never met this man before. Well, with his blue skin and unique sense of fashion, it would be difficult for the giantess to forget about him if they had met before.

"I am. I am very curious." Lilithia smirked, refusing to drop her confidence although she was in a confusing situation at the moment.

She took a deep breath and pushed open the door, stepping inside the dimly lit room. In front of her stood Shishi, the cunning and ruthless undead who was once her acquaintance and slaver. The sight of him sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but take a step back in fear.

Shishi could easily interpret her defensiveness as fear. He would latch onto the emotion like a predator seeking out its prey. Now his mind would wander from his schemes and accounting to something more stimulating in nature. The Revenant would get up from his chair, with a sly grin on his face. His amber eyes glowing in the moonlight as he observed her every move. "Lilithia, it's been a long time," he said in an unnaturally low, menacing voice. "I must admit, I never thought I would see you again."


Shishi thought of how haphazardly opportune this moment was and chuckled, "I have a proposal for you, Lilithia. One that I believe you'll find impossible to refuse." Shishi's smile faded with his words, and his eyes grew cold, almost pale. "And I'm afraid you don't have a choice, Lilithia. You're in my territory now, and I'm the master of this estate and I will be your master. You will do as I say."

He would push Lilithia, whom he had seen as a sort of dominatrix, into a corner with his words. It wouldn't matter if she would submit or lash out like a mouse. To him, her fate was sealed.

As the stranger greeted her, Lilithia tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. The fact that he knew her name only made the giantess feel alarmed. She hadn't done anything that made herself famous and never intended to do so, yet, this person in front of her was calling her by her name. The blue-haired woman heard about this appearance-changing potion, so that might be the most logical reason she didn't recognize this man even though he mentioned they had met before. Well, if depending on herself to try to remember didn't work, then it would be time to use a direct approach. Besides, all the nonsense the guy was saying bored her. It must be hard for him to get laid without showing off his wealth... or maybe he had a big thingy that could swoon lonely horned women? Whatever the reason was, she was not interested to find out.

Although... from the way he spoke, the words he used... Lilithia heard it before. But had she met someone as strange as the owner of this mansion?

"Who might you be? It seems you knew me very well..." Lilithia flipped her hair as a smirk painted her face, "But the fact that I don't remember a single thing about you means you left a very tiny impression inside my head when we met."

Clearing his throat to a metallic hum as he used the Voice of Reason. This vocal chords would shift, length and contract until finally settling into a familiar place. His voice would echo his former self. "You can call me Eight. And I've wanted you as a slave for a long time."

Paraphrasing even more lines from their last meetings, there was no way she wouldn't know who he was now unless she was completely empty-headed. "Last time, you had the opportunity to never cross my path again and unfortunately, you've stepped once more into the spiders web."

He would grab the bough, a sacred relic from Kina, it was in the shape of a trees branch, but made from tightly-wound coils of metal. Then he would pull a matching relic. "You can't escape." His words were laced with magoi from the artifacts.

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530/550

Izanagi’s Call: Pouring magoi into the top of the Iessai, one may press it against a target’s temple and choose a small phrase for the Iessai to repeat. This phrase could be ‘eat the apple’, ‘sleep now’, ‘kill this man’ or any other command phrase - as long as it is an imperative. This will impart a subconscious suggestion that will force the target to act upon the command phrase for a post. If sustained, these command words can be linked together for a total of three command phrases working upon one person at a time [20 magoi to activate | 10 to sustain]

The moment Lilithia heard the voice, the memory of her past started to be unlocked. She met this man before! This man was one of the strangest guys she ever met. After the interaction between them didn't end very well, Lilithia didn't exactly want to meet him anymore. But it was unfortunate that fate wanted them to meet again.

The giantess took a step back the moment Eight grabbed a bough, feeling uneasy with anything he was trying to do at the moment. There was a different kind of vibe emitting from him compared to before, and Lilithia didn't like any ounce of it. "I refuse to be your slave..." She would mutter, her sapphire eyes glittered with hatred towards Eight as she get herself ready to fight back.