Mercy or suffering (B rank job)

She had to be kidding... but, she also kind of asked for it. With no attempt to stop her, she was willing to do anything in order to escape the crummy slave rags that she took to coming “back to life” with, in a sense. What was she willing to limit herself to? Well, that was to be seen based on the choice of attire she had come to be forced into today. Still, it was kind of nice to be treated better than the seat or a leg rest. What she did dislike is that she had to be led along like a pet with a chain and a collar, making her look down toward the ground with a rather depressed look on her face. She understood the purpose to it. Honestly, she couldn’t see herself running away and as hard as it was to admit to herself that she would willingly stay, she had still felt a bit of hesitation when it came to things they wanted her to do.

With little to be said, she simply put on the cloak that was given to her, putting up the hood over her head and the cat ear hairband she had to wear with her outfit choice. Well... not so much a choice as it was a forced option. They had walked toward the end of the guild, feeling her chain yanked on for any slight slacking she made in moving along. She hugged the cloak over her body, ashamed to know she would be seen in public, but knowing what the job was.. it’s not like anyone would be left alive to tell the story. Her eyes glanced back and forth as the two of them conversed back and forth about the blood slayer, acting more like some odd mother and daughter than she had a servant and a master. She felt a little envious, but also now disgusted in herself for admitting her envious nature about them.

As they stepped outside and up to the carriage, the woman’s voice speaking solely to her as though she were just her pet had went unreplied. She obeyed and stepped inside, awaiting the woman to enter as not to stretch their chain slack from tightening too much. ”Y-Yes, Ms. Grim.” Once inside with her, she pulled down the hood to the cloak and climbed onto the carriage seat on her hands and knees, then nuzzling her head against the woman’s body, purring lightly. It was strange she could, but in being able to speak several languages, she had to perfect it for some specific dialects. It was demeaning for sure, but she was willing to put up with it for now. There were a number of various scenarios that would be much worse than this, so to be able to do so was a privilege in it of itself.

Raising a brow as she heard her being asked about following any order being given, she nodded her head slowly. ”That’s right. Though it’s mainly for tasks pertaining to well.. being a weapon.” She made a slight interruption to her asking, just wanting her to be informed of the type of situation that Sanguine was in. As her first “order” was given, the teenage girl looked up and blinked. Was... was she serious? And yet, she felt as though something dinged in her mind. ”Th-This is so embarrassing, n-nyaa...” Her face was turning bright red, and her head sunk low out of sight when she heard her just instinctively uttering the “-nyaa”.

591 words

Frankly, doing what she thought was doing the right thing has begun to turn into an embarrassing and sick feeling. She hasn’t liked doing it, but there had been a side that was willing to do it knowing the woman could make her do so many worse things. The fact she had been left to be allowed to speak rather than wearing some form of a muzzle was a good start. Still, when Grim pulled her into a hug to cuddle her and acting as affectionate as she had, Sanguine felt her face turning bright red from the actions. She never expected her to get carried away in a fit of a cute loving person, but in a way she was thankful that she had this side rather than a 100% cold, sadistic dominatrix type of woman.

On their ride, it easily turned into a big session of “My pet cat Sanguine”. She started having to do menial feline things such as playing with a random ball of yarn. Where in the sam hell did she get a ball of yarn in here!? No matter, she simply batted it around in the seat for a few minutes before the next task came in. A.. A bowl of milk? No, she couldn’t be serious... Lightly shaking her head, she was tempted to ignore it, but she was thirsty and.. quite frankly it had been forever when she had any milk. It couldn’t hurt to want some abs and began to lap it up— literally. Lastly, until the end of their ride, she had scratched the bottom of her chin while she made meow after meow, purring in between.

The longer this went on, the more she felt a little bit of enjoyment out of it. It wasn’t so bad, but it wasn’t until Grim had gotten up from her seat that it became noticed to the slayer that her chain was unhooked. Her hand reached up and she patted onto the collar still on her neck, feeling some strange tag on it. ”Pleeeaaase for the love of the lord this doesn’t say I’m her property... Though better her than some genocidal pervert... nyaa.” She would mutter, not realizing that she was practically talking about the kind of woman Grim was, but all that Sanguine knew of her was that she was an affectionate person with a rather cold and aggressive push for dominance. Though in her case, she had to be talked down to as a weapon to these peoples whim.

Adjusting her hood, she tried to avoid the angry glares of the blonde girl whom was enslaved to Grim. She didn’t want this any more than Shadow did, but she didn’t have any other choice. Her orders were literal orders. Her fear of not following them flashed back to few times she had been put in positions that not obeying a stronger person would result in a very harsh punishment. Just the mere flashbacks of Beanstalk village haunted her brain in the very moment, shuddering before she stepped out from the carriage and her mind was distracted. When she heard Grim’s orders, it registered, but she had been delayed in replying for a moment before she scurried over to her side. ”Y-Yes Master Grim, nyaa.” She said before realizing what she’d just said. It was too late. If she were lucky, it wasn’t heard. If she wasn’t lucky, she’d probably have sped up the process of her being referred to as her master. Hell, it probably wouldn’t be too long before Zel would get the same way... and of course, she’d have to obey him. ”M-May I ask.. why we came here today, Ms. Grim? You.. never told me, but I had grabbed my sword and went right to your room after you called. I.. am just curious about the job, nyaa.” Of course, her hated stipulation of this job.. talking. Well, at least she didn’t have to talk excessively. It may prove more embarrassing being asked twenty questions...

WC: 669
Total: 1260 words
Group: 2281 words

When her question had first been answered, there was little to no reaction. It felt as though this were some demented nightmare and Deja vu mixed into one situation. The last time she'd had to come to village, she was forced to do the same from which she would most likely be in the same imposition to do, however this time being on the other side of the fence in that she would have a less forceful approach to having to watch the situation at hand. Her head lowered towards the ground, refusing to refute the mission at hand. What was the point if all she had to do was be told an order and then be forced to follow it anyway? What kind of person was that to be thrown about like she were Just some lap dog? Well.. judging by the fact she was put in this outfit and forced to act much like one, she was probably closer to that of a lap cat.

Her eyes flickered toward the woman every so often as they had made their way into the small town. She wanted to speak up, but it was pointless as everything she would say could be laughed at and tossed aside like it were nothing. Mere amusement for the scythe wielding woman. "If.. I'm merely here to watch and help... what's the point of this ridiculous outfit? I'd probably prefer a maid or nurse outfit before this... at least those are much more dignifying than this slutty little piece of.. I can't even call it clothing. It's appalling no matter how one looks at it, in my opinion, nyaa." The second those words ushered from her mouth, she expected her to reply with something like, "well your opinion doesn't matter" or something along those lines. But who was she to deny anything she was told? She could be told in an instant that she were to serve this woman for the rest of her life as a slave, to possibly even forget memories of her life and there's always the chance that such a thing could happen.

When fears such as that had creeped into her mind, it only served her more to that idea that she shouldn't try to verbally lash back. Sure, in a physical capacity she could do the same, but it was pointless to do so. The second she started her action, she could be put on her rear end and then punished severely for it. If any of that were like the suffering she endured to be put in this position to begin with, she couldn't see any purpose to try and run. Sanguine gave no reply to the woman as she told her to go off and gather the people. With no limits really, she feared what her body might do, but she had begun to walk off and over the course of nearly 15 minutes, Grim could hear door after door being kicked open, ripped open, and other various ways to enter. Little by little, she funneled people into the circle.

As she continued her task, every few trips back that she had made, there would show more blood on her sword and some including on her skin as well. Those trips included crying and panicked civilian people, but she refused to speak. As the teenage girl walked back in with the last of the townspeople, she shoved them to the ground before she came back and then in a fit of hunger, she had ran her hand down the blade of her weapon, pulling the blood from it into the palm of her hand before biting into it like an apple, in turn leaving her sword clean of the blood. In about two more 'bites', she finished and licked her lips of some satisfaction. "A few of the people had tried to fight me off... I.. I..." She began to feel choked up having to admit this, but she had to explain the blood on her and the weapon she held. "I had no other choice but.. t-to kill them, nyaa. I.. hope that's suffices. B-But look on the bright side! The swift death was an easy show that following was in their better interest, nyaa!" What.. What was she doing trying to act appeasing? Was her mind slowly slipping to seek approval to avoid something else? Or was her mind simply so hungry that it seeked to suck up in return to feast on the blood of the corpses?

WC: 757
Total: 2017
Group total: 3464

Name: Death's curse
Rank: B
Type: Burst DoT
Damage: 40 per post (200 max) | 118 per post (590 max) {+195% -150% Magic | 45% robe passive- spell damage increase}
Range: 50 Meter AoE
Speed: 50Mps
Duration: five post
Description: This magic comes with a heavy price, though mostly welcome by Alexandra as it helps cull the weaklings from her surroundings. Anything within a small field around her suffers from the curse magic emitted from her body. Often times starting as simply a nosebleed or something of the sort, or some simply dropping dead. While she COULD spare some this fate, it is often uncommon she does such... (Characters / character-based NPCS cannot be killed without OOC permission.)

Each time that Sanguine had returned to her handlers side, she had seen the groups being converged into most likely to appear as separate groups. Her body moving on its own made it hard for her to pause for even a moment to inspect the work being done on Grim’s side of this whole ordeal, but she feared for the people. Deep down, she wanted them to all be spared, but in the same moment that surely was a worse option than what she was going through right now. Having been put in this imposition was a harsh reality and the blood slayer had hated to be doing what she did. Yet, even as her body moved, her mouth still tried to reason with those who wanted to come peacefully and for whose with weak enough constitutions that could be persuaded to come without any harm coming to them.

As her attempts to corral all the villagers into one spot for further and further in, she ‘twas thankful that the fact her sword and clothes had blood on them intimidated them into wanting to cooperate, but her fear was that they were being delayed the inevitable once they got to the center where Grim was placed. Once everyone had been in that she could gather, she returned to the reapers side as her orders had initially dictated her to do so long as they were together. She peered down as the head of the elder was smushed into the ground, pressed into the dirt by her foot. She didn’t react, beg for his mercy. Nothing. Instead, she let it continue on.

Sanguine watched quietly as she began to fill the area with some form of a demonic like spell.. maybe. It smelled horrid regardless. But one by one, little by little the villagers died off. The smell of blood began to make her stomach audibly growl. That one small snack was not enough for the slayer but she couldn’t leave the woman’s side to feast— it was against her orders. She felt her humanity slowly slipping with each body piling up. The few on her hands and the many by her own eyes sickened her, but not nearly as much as it used to. What was once gut wrenching to watch was slowly becoming a normality that she could deal with as she feared the thought of her possibly ending up wanting to come up with the ideas on her own to kill others, bend them to her whim... but she didn’t want the latter. A weapon could suffice at just murder. ”Ms. Grim... May.. I eat? Once they’re done, nyaa?” She asked, her mouth almost watering now as her hunger continued on. ”I.. I’m so hungry, nyaa...”

WC: 458
Total: 2475
Group: 4397/7000

Name: Death's curse
Rank: B
Type: Burst DoT
Damage: 40 per post (200 max) | 118 per post (590 max) {+195% -150% Magic | 45% robe passive- spell damage increase}
Range: 50 Meter AoE
Speed: 50Mps
Duration: five post (2 of 5)
Description: This magic comes with a heavy price, though mostly welcome by Alexandra as it helps cull the weaklings from her surroundings. Anything within a small field around her suffers from the curse magic emitted from her body. Often times starting as simply a nosebleed or something of the sort, or some simply dropping dead. While she COULD spare some this fate, it is often uncommon she does such... (Characters / character-based NPCS cannot be killed without OOC permission.)

It was starting to agitate the white haired girl as she stood in wait, hoping for the permission to eat. The bodies lying on the floor, their blood tantalizing the teenager into wanting to ignore waiting orders and leaping into the pile to consume what she could so she could date her hunger. Her attention flickered between that of the red haired handler of hers and the little pet type person whom accompanied her like a slave... more or less being one whether she was proud to admit it or not. Her mention of being able to have a pre meal snack had caught her attention and the need to eat had overtaken her sense of right and wrong. As someone had charged towards the two females standing together, the pink sword lunged straight into his gut.

Her goal was to keep as much “food” inside as possible for herself. She could eat plenty and still be hungry, so it was important to eat as much as possible when the chance was presented. Body body leaned in to the pretend cat girl and she licked her lips. Her eyes mulled over the trickle of the blood down the sharp edge before finally she opened her mouth and sunk her teeth into his neck. Within mere seconds, the color in the male had started to fade while her throat showed clear signs of swallowing something. Within another moment, Sanguine removed her lips from the corpse’s neck and yanked her sword out, throwing the body aside and then wiping her chin of the blood. Her attention turned toward the sword, repeating her prior action and pulling the blood from it and this time slurping down a string of the blood that she had manipulated to sit in the air.

Finally, the Demi-Dragoness collapsed to her knees, smiling and rubbing her stomach happily. She hated this method of destroying her will to remain pacifistic to their methods of killing. Starving her for days before a job then sending her out knowing her need to eat would overcome the need to abstain from violence. ”Th-Thank you, n-nyaa.~” She replied, a small smile still on her face as her happy sounding voice made her feel much better now that she had food in her gut. Sadly for her, she didn’t have the chance to do it again, as the surviving people watched the guild weapon doing what she did to a villager of theirs. They seemed shocked, fearful to suffer the same fate. ”What are you going to do with the surviving few, Ms. Grim-nyaa?” The sound was much more fluid when she added the nya, as if eating had made her act more bouncy and lively. Sadly, it wasn’t a normal thing and possibly could be seen as such without much investigating into the matter.

WC: 471
Total: 2946
Group: 5249/7000

Name: Death's curse
Rank: B
Type: Burst DoT
Damage: 40 per post (200 max) | 118 per post (590 max) {+195% -150% Magic | 45% robe passive- spell damage increase}
Range: 50 Meter AoE
Speed: 50Mps
Duration: five post (3 of 5)
Description: This magic comes with a heavy price, though mostly welcome by Alexandra as it helps cull the weaklings from her surroundings. Anything within a small field around her suffers from the curse magic emitted from her body. Often times starting as simply a nosebleed or something of the sort, or some simply dropping dead. While she COULD spare some this fate, it is often uncommon she does such... (Characters / character-based NPCS cannot be killed without OOC permission.)

Name: Chaos script
Rank: B
Type: Single target
Damage: N/A
Range: Melee
Speed: N/A
Duration: 9 post.
Downside: Requires OOC permission to be used. Once changes are made, unless Alexandra is killed, or both OOC parties (Caster and effected) decides it can be removed. This means even in places where magic would stop this would continue as it is more so tied to person or such.
Description: Alexandra's favorite spell, making it only natural she would know how to cast it with such ease. Granting the woman the ability to remove, block, replace, and or destroy the memories and personality of those she touches. This could simply be making them emotionless, or turning even the most noble into purely twisted souls. The dangerous fact of the magic comes from the fact it could be set on a timer, triggered by words or situations, or simply unpredictable. May mercy be on those who deal with this magic.

Sanguine kept her attention focused on her snack until she was finished. Once she had, she had turned it toward the woman who dragged her along for the ride. Of course, there was animosity between them whether Grim knew it or not. As far as Sango was concerned, she didn't want any of this; to be a murderer, forced to feast off of the blood of corpses like a savage animal, to even be exposed in her demonic looking form, but here it was... All of it. All she could do was to sit back and hope that something could be done to change what would and could be reversed and she could go back to her life, no matter where it put her... she'd take prison over this. One thing she kept clear was that she would make her time spent being a weapon as painless toward herself as possible... physically at least. She could withstand the mental fortitude, it was her specialty.

She jumped as a villager was suddenly set into black flames. His agonizing screams horrified her, but her eyes remained locked to it until she watched his body collapse to the ground. "M-M-Ms. Grim, what did you-" She stopped as the woman began to explain just what it was that she had done. The body of the male began to rise suddenly, which only stood to horrify the teenage girl even more. Would that be her fate if she tried to flee and run? Be turned into a mentally destroyed sack of flesh, obeying commands and having no say in any manner? This only served to her as a rather crude lesson and one that was not in the lesson plan at all. It didn't take her even a remote chance of a second before she ran from her side to head out to the pile of bodies. One was not sufficient when she was as starved as she'd been. One by one, she repeated the actions of sucking the blood dry of each one until she was finished. There were still a substantial number left, but she could only eat so much, even for a slayer...

Once she'd finished, Sanguine stood up and she walked over to Grim's side as she had asked. She wasn't sure what kind of reward to expect, but the sudden scratching under her chin. Doing so made her head rise up some and an audible bit of purring. She wanted her to act like a cat, but she couldn't remember if she ever told her to stop... so why risk it? Starting to enjoy it a little too much, she closed her eyes and smiled even before it stopped. But she left it there, giving the woman a moment in case she had to stop for any particular reason when she began to feel a stinging pain in her mind. She began to bite on her lip, keeping from making any loud yelling sounds. Everything was quiet... with it as such, making noise felt like it would only cause a little frustration in Grim, which would only serve to hurt Sanguine in the end.

WC: 525
Total: 3471
Group: 5691

Name: Chaos script
Rank: B
Type: Single target
Damage: N/A
Range: Melee
Speed: N/A
Duration: 9 post.
Downside: Requires OOC permission to be used. Once changes are made, unless Alexandra is killed, or both OOC parties (Caster and effected) decides it can be removed. This means even in places where magic would stop this would continue as it is more so tied to person or such.
Description: Alexandra's favorite spell, making it only natural she would know how to cast it with such ease. Granting the woman the ability to remove, block, replace, and or destroy the memories and personality of those she touches. This could simply be making them emotionless, or turning even the most noble into purely twisted souls. The dangerous fact of the magic comes from the fact it could be set on a timer, triggered by words or situations, or simply unpredictable. May mercy be on those who deal with this magic.

As Sanguine stood before the woman whom she'd considered an evil deviant above all else, she had felt the strange pain in her mind. Her eyes closed and though they winced every so often from the pain, on the outside she had looked as though she were in a peaceful state of sleeping. Her face remained a little more on the neutral side when it all had begun, but slowly she began to turn her facial emotions into more of a smile. Thoughts began to swirl around in her mind, overlapping the photographic memory she had and replacing them with blanks. It started off as her seeing Grim to be an influence to her. Someone that she more so idolized and wanted to be under. She wanted to do whatever the woman wanted because it made someone happy, and frankly the only person she seemed to care to make that happen for was Grim herself.

As she remained in her sleep like state, the thoughts of Grim began to grow. She already had the sensation to idolize her, but she felt now as though to her, anything she said was a grateful order that she'd carry out without a single fault or question. It didn't matter if that order was to slaughter a group of innocent people in broad daylight. Anything to put a happy smile on Grim's face was enough of a reason that she felt she had to continue. She felt the pain in her mind starting to recede, just before the scratching sensation under her chin made her giggle and purr loudly, assuring that Grim had been able to hear them, rather than prior more hesitant ones. "I'm happy to go by anything you want me to, Ms. Grim-nyaa!~" She smiled and giggled happily, acting nearly like her normal self with an added bit of a bubbly kick to it.

Lastly, Sanguine took her idol's hand and clasped it tightly in her own, nestling herself against the woman as they had started to head toward the carriage. She was asked to talk about herself and with great extent. "Well, where to start... I was an orphan from birth and grew up in a church in Shirotsume. Until I was about 10 or so, I never knew why I was treated differently from the others, but some nuns who also used magic taught me how to use the magic that I had. A couple years later I found out I was half dragon.. apparently so that I am Acnologia's offspring no less." She shrugged, used to the idea of it, though quite frankly it troubled her.. or used to. "Then, I learned my mother was this incredibly powerful dark guild Mistress, but.. she disappeared. So, here I am, a hybrid of dragon and demon, being put to use as a weapon for something that I morally despise." With one last exhale, she smiled and gave a playful meow, just out of the sudden love in her heart to want to appease Grim.

WC: 507
Total: 3978
Group: 7281/7000

As the two of them reached the carriage, Sanguine had let her idol of a handler enter first before she had. While the red haired girl sat on one side, both the light hair colored ones sat on the opposite side, watching her doze off. When Sango went to turn her head and smile towards her, the returning glare had put a sad look on her face. She didn't want to be rude, but perhaps she still saw her as nothing else but a weapon brought along to slaughter the cattle. Watching the blonde girl go to Grim's side as she had laid down on the seat, her excuse of being exhausted was true just as she nodded in agreement. She used quite a bit of strength back there, but for her it was a good cause. And what was good for Grim was also good for Sanguine.

And yet, while sitting there, watching her doze off, her attention turned to watch outside as they headed back. Did she really want this? Something felt off, but she quickly scratched out the question. She did, and to think so put a smile on her face. Instead, the blood slayer just ignored the slave girl out of wanting to give her the space she wanted. Every word was heard, but she didn't move from her spot until they'd return with a job successful.

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