Chapter 2: Unhappy Perfection

The Clan-Chief kneeling in front of Athea looked confused at the vacated throne, but when he turned his head and saw Athea’s eyes he instantly remembered what he was supposed to do. Under the weight of Athea’s gaze he no longer cared and swore an oath of loyalty to the empty Throne of Blood.

Hours later, long after midnight, the last visitors had finally left the hall.

“When did he leave?” Athea asked calmly.

“Shortly after the first Chief swore his oath,” Iane answered her dryly.

“They all went with him?”

“Yes, only Patessa and Nigulla stayed with us.”

“Should I go and kill him, or laugh about it?”

“If you kill him now this all had been for naught.”

“True, but let’s go and find them.”

Nigulla and Patessa led them and in front of the huge door to their quarters where they found the first member of the group. Bosko opened one eye and watched them approach, yawned and closed it again. Walking around him they opened the door and entered the empty entrance hall. Three corridors led away from it.

“Which corridor leads to the bed chambers?” Athea asked the Priestesses.

Wordlessly they pointed to the left. They opened a few doors to rooms at the side, but they were all empty. Finally they reached a double door at the end of the corridor. Athea opened it and entered. Looking around she took a deep breath and turned to Iane and the priestesses following her. Iane’s expression didn’t give away any emotion, but the priestesses were nervously chewing their lips and avoided looking into Athea’s eyes.

“I can’t say I’m surprised, but the mix of impressions is still astounding,” Iane commented matter-of-factly.

Athea watched Patessa and Nigulla. Their lips, tightly closed, had lost all color and their whole bearing looked strained.

“Let it out before you burst,” Athea told them sighing.

They hugged each other for support and erupted into giggling fits. Stepping into the room Athea walked up to Denyssa and looked her over. Tied at the wrists she was hanging from a rope connected to a hook in the ceiling. Unconscious or sleeping, her head was limply hanging down between her outstretched arms. A few bruises marked her big breasts and teeth marks surrounded a nipple. Athea looked at her swollen and raw looking pussy and let her gaze follow a tendril of thick fluid traveling down Denyssa’s left leg. A tear formed at her toe and dropped into a puddle under her feet.

“Take her down; I think she will need your helping hands Iane,” Athea stated, calm again.

Turning to a fireplace built into the outside wall of the room, Athea watched the cuddled up figures of Rhabina and Ynerca lying on furs in front of it. They were peacefully sleeping, satisfied little smiles on their faces. Just a few feet from them to the right crouched Hassika. Although she was sleeping too, her appearance was less peaceful. Arms between her legs and her wrists tied to her ankles had kept her body in a kneeling position, her upturned and still glowing red ass a clear sign of a rather violent earlier encounter.

“When you’re done with Denyssa please have a look at Hassika as well,” Athea commented airily.

She turned to look at the big poster bed in the center of the room. Roban was sleeping spread out on his back and softly snoring. On his chest, lying on her belly and her small arms wrapped around his neck, was Menja. The picture it presented was finally too much and Athea’s carefully kept up, sober expression, was defeated by a smile.

“A few years from now and she will need my help as well,” Iane remarked, but was smiling too.

“That very well may be, but her occupying my sleeping place is what matters at the moment,” Athea replied grinning.

“Wake her up. We’ll leave and take her and the others with us. I know you want to talk to Roban,” Iane stated.

Athea stepped to the side of the bed and gently shook Menja by her shoulder.

“Sorry sweetie, but I need to talk to Roban. You will have to leave with the others,” Athea whispered.

Menja turned her head and looked at Athea out of surprisingly awake eyes.

“I was listening when you talked to the people in the great hall. You said we are your family now. Did you mean it?” She asked with a hopeful expression on her face.

“Yes sweetie. You and the others are our family now,” Athea told her smiling.

“You will share him and he will be my brother too?” Menja continued to ask, looking intently at Athea.

Athea watched the earnest expression of the little girl with the sea-green eyes and the unruly mob of honey-blond hair.

“Yes Menja, we are sisters and he’s our brother,” Athea told her, returning Menja’s serious expression.

“Good.”

That said Menja came up and kneeling on Roban’s belly she hugged Athea and kissed her cheek, before she jumped down and, giggling, ran out of the room.

While she undressed Athea watched a groaning Hassika limping out of the room. Denyssa was slowly following, leaning heavily on Patessa.

“I thought you healed them,” Athea questioned Iane, who was shaking Ynerca and Rhabina awake.

“The more serious injuries, but they have earned their soreness and some bruises. It wouldn’t be fair to take that away from them,” Iane replied seriously.

“I’m not sure they share your attitude regarding marks of honor,” Athea laughed.

“It’s my ability to heal them, so it’s only my attitude that matters,” Iane responded haughtily and made Athea laugh some more.

A moment later Iane left dragging along the drowsy Ynerca and Rhabina.

Athea looked at her brother, wondering how he could sleep through this hubbub, though she was sure he would wake up if she merely whispered at him. When Athea laid down on his chest Roban immediately moved his arm and placed his hand possessively on her little ass. She watched his face and smiled, he was still sleeping, but this reaction didn’t need him to be awake. The feel of her small ass in his big hand gave her reason to think.

“To be perfect for you, what would I look like?” Athea asked whispering.

She was right, when he opened his eyes Roban didn’t even look sleepy, because of her strange question he looked just a little puzzled.

“It doesn’t make sense, you know. Mom was small too, not as tiny as I am, but smaller than every other Norgar woman I ever saw. But you are huge, even for a Norgar,” she mused.

Listening to his weird little sister the puzzled expression on Roban’s face intensified.

“Answer me, what would I look like?” Her pale-blue eyes keenly focused on him, she impatiently asked again.

Absently stroking her butt, he thought about her question, but of course she didn’t wait for him to finish thinking.

“I’m too small for you. You weigh more than three times as much as I do and have to be careful not to crush me when you’re on top. I can’t even get your cock in my mouth and when we fuck half of it stays in the cold as well. Every time you watch my little ass I know what you want to do, but you’re too afraid of hurting me, you wouldn’t dare to try it for real,” she listed.

“I still think you’re perfect,” Roban told her gently.

“I know that, silly,” deeply in thought she dismissed his remark.

“Ohh, for a second I was worried you had some self-doubts, how silly of me indeed,” Roban told her grinning.

“I am made for you! Not only Chaos was created for you, but Athea as well, or at least my body was,” Athea stated heatedly.

“Should I pretend to understand what you are talking about?” His puzzled expression was back.

“They made me a tiny doll for Destruction to ravish and a challenge to train your self-control. To make sure I wouldn’t resist they made my body crave everything you do to me!” She huffed.

“Zeza, are you feeling well? Maybe you ate something wrong, or it’s a fever. I should get Iane to look at you.”

Roban lifted her off his chest and hastily left his fuming sister to search for Iane. Athea was still furious and glaring at them when he returned a little later, a grumpy slave following him.

“Why don’t you look like me?” Athea yelled at Iane.

“Why should I?” A frowning Iane asked in return.

“They made you for the same reason, you should look like me! I am this tiny doll made to be perfect for Destruction, but you are tall and voluptuous. Why didn’t they make you like me?” Athea, shouting angrily, asked her.

“You are right, she’s lost her mind,” Iane said laughing.

“Don’t laugh at me, this isn’t funny!” Athea screamed furiously.

“Ohh, but it is, dear cousin. You sit here in the middle of the night screaming at me, because I don’t look like you; and the reason you’re so angry is because you blame our family they made you perfect for the man you love. Tell me what your evidence is for this accusation. Roban mentioned some things you said, but I want to hear it from you.”

The smile on Iane’s face was scarily evil and cooled Athea’s fury quite a bit.

“I’m a Norgar woman and should be tall, but I’m tiny; and although I’m way too small for him, I enjoy everything he is doing to me; and...” Iane’s laughing fit stopped Athea from further listing her evidence.

“That’s your evidence? I don’t think you’ve ever seen me or one of your friends complain about sex with him either! As to you heritage of becoming a tall Norgar woman, well, you’re obviously not, so what? You can blame our family for a lot of things, but neither for your size nor the things you like or dislike done to your body. The body of your vessel, like everything on Calmyra, is one of Ghania’s creations. All they can do is use it, but they can’t change anything Ghania has created. I’m sure they would love to have that power, but they don’t,” Iane told her grinning smugly.

Athea was staring at Iane, her mind was spinning furiously.

“You’re telling me that if our human bodies weren’t hosting an immortal being, there wouldn’t be anything unusual about them, because no one can change Ghania’s creations?” Athea asked, her glowing eyes the warning of a storm to come.

“Yes! Without immortals taking these bodies as their homes, there wouldn’t be any godly power or abilities” Iane replied, her confidence wavering under Athea’s stormy gaze.

“So without Submission you would be a beautiful woman from Erylaness, but not the irresistible creature you are now. I would be a pretty, though just a bit small, Norgar girl and Roban would be just like thousands of other Norgar brutes, right?”

Iane could see Athea’s level of agitation growing, and Roban was frowning at her too now.

“I already told you so, YES!” Iane screamed at Athea to hide her rising feelings of insecurity.

“NO!” Athea screamed right back at her. “Roban was stronger than every other Norgar child from the day he was born. I watched him sparring with his teachers, fighting and beating them, and he wasn’t even ten years old, but Destruction hadn’t chosen him as his vessel before I had to leave him. You said it yourself; every time our family killed his vessel a new and stronger one was forged! If Ghania’s creations can’t be changed, who made the vessels stronger every time, tell me!”

Iane stared at Athea.

“I told you the truth, Ghania’s creations can’t be changed. If they could do that, we wouldn’t be here screaming at each other. Roban’s vessel would be something like a mental rock, able to imprison Destruction, but weak as a new-born kitten, so they could easily handle him. Us? We probably wouldn’t exist at all, as there would have been no need to create us. What you suspect makes no sense, and is impossible anyway ... and still ... you are right. His vessels became stronger with every generation, and if what you just said is true, then Roban never was a normal human being. I can’t answer your question Athea,” Iane replied.

Iane was upset and disturbed on her own now. Athea’s revelations had rattled her more than she would dare to admit. Deep in thought, she quietly left the room.

Still furious after Iane had left, Athea was glaring at Roban again. He watched her glowing eyes and whole posture. Naked and crouching on the big bed as she was, he could see her muscles trembling under her skin. Athea wanted nothing else but to start a fight and was ready to pounce.

“Somehow this is entirely my fault, am I right?” He asked, a wide grin was splitting his face as he slowly stepped closer.

Staring at each other, the furious gaze from Athea’s glowing pale-blue eyes met eternal nothingness.

“I’m warning you Roban, Chaos might be bound to you, but neither am I your slave nor will I ever be your puppet,” Athea hissed.

“Ohh really, and who told you I wanted another slave or a puppet?” He asked in return, still coming closer.

Athea broke their eye-contact and her gaze began to twitch. Instincts were setting in, he was recognized as a dangerous animal and now she had to choose; fight or flight? Athea didn’t need to make a decision; this animal was way too fast. A blink, a squeal, and Athea was lying on his chest again, exactly in the same position as when all this had started. With his right hand he was stroking her little ass again, but his left hand now held her wrists tightly secure at the small of her back.

“Where were we? Ohh right, you just told me you like everything I do to you. That’s really nice to know and flattering as well. You wouldn’t just say that to make me feel good, or would you?” Roban asked smiling.

“No, I would not. I would kill you in your sleep though, if I didn’t know I would have to follow you soon after to that stupid nowhere-land,” Athea growled.

“Well, since I am to blame for your existence and even your body and its unwanted reactions, what could I do to lessen your misery?”

She was still angry and frowning at her brother, but nevertheless Athea thought of an answer.

“Prove it to me,” she grumbled a little while later.

“What should I prove to you?” Roban asked confused.

“Prove to me that I am right. Athea, this human vessel was made for you, and you will prove it to me,” she spat, obviously still angry.

“Not only wouldn’t I know how to prove that, I also highly doubt you would feel better if I were to prove it,” Roban snorted.