Reclamation of Helheim

It was a very relieving feeling to her to hear of these rumors that were circling about lately. Having the idea that Nightmare would be disbanding to her was a relief as she'd be able to have a chance to live a normal life once again at some point. If it hadn't have been seen within Grim presence since the rumors began and reached the weapons ears, then surely it might have been something to be thought of as her enjoying the idea of being mostly taken in by her company and serving her more personally rather than being there on the guilds full behalf. Though, in her mind it wasn't something she really minded much in thought anymore for whatever reason. Grim treated her well and for someone whom was more of a genocidal sadist, she had a very big soft spot for both her and the servant whom she met before named Shadow.

On today's agenda, Sanguine had thought of doing something a little more fun for the care taking reaper. She seemed rather fond of it when she had been dressed up for her, that perhaps if she did one herself it might help her look a little happier. After all, what villain wouldn't like a little cooperation? One of her few little trips out on her own had been few and very far in between since her "joining", but she had found it to be a fruitful effort on her part to have picked up the chosen attire that she was currently fitting onto her body. It was a little more... inappropriate for not only her age, but also for her choice in clothing either, but after having gone through that ridiculous cat girl outfit, this hardly seemed remotely close to it. Preferably, Sango would have liked to dress like a normal person, however she felt the need to wanna do something nice for Grim. It wasn't out of her normal character to do something nice though, more over it was actually something she felt she had to do for her being as kind to her after their first meeting.

Where as some people treated her like an object, she first started off the same way towards the demi-dragoness, but now she was being treated more equally.. or close enough where she wouldn't complain about it. Her hands brushed over the skirt while she continued to think back on the recent events between the two before a harsh whack of a hand caused her to jump. Her attention turned towards the door and quickly the girl approached it, fixing one last thing into her hair. As she opened the door, she saw Shadow standing in her doorway, fixing hr clothing. There she would see Sanguine dressed in a maid uniform, adjusting the frilled hairband into her hair while she smiled sweetly to the girl. "Would you like any help with that, Ms. Shadow? It would only take a second." She asked, knowing on some levels the two were on an even playing field as far as servitude went, but Sanguine had developed a thought to think of herself to be lower on the pole than even personal servants. At least in that respect, she could avoid any harsh venomous tongue or physical assaulting to correct her.

Instead of answering, Shadow signaled for her to follow while continuing to fix her clothes herself. The maid dressed teen did nothing but nod in reply quietly and follow in suit to the blonde girl. Finally, she did begin to speak to her, but she held a hint of animosity towards her.. but that wasn't anything new. Ever since the town massacre, she knew Shadow hated her because of the attention she was given, and she couldn't be mad at her for it. From what she'd been told, it sounded as though she were being  both commandeered and volunteered by Grim to both become a personal servant as well as to help gather others. Catching the scroll tossed to her, she opened it and examined it over while the blonde finished explaining their task. Her eyes shy'd off to the side, seeming a bit saddened by how Shadow acted towards her, but she just nodded her head compliantly. "R-Right, I will do my best, Ms. Shadow." She gave the blonde a curtsy, though her back had been to her and she knew the girl would refuse to look back, but it didn't matter to her. Her manners were still her manners.

Moving down the hall, she moved one by one into room after room looking through for the servants she requested, but the first few rooms were not good news. It seemed like someone had gotten to some of the rooms first and were killing off anyone whom could be seen as a threat to the individuals involved with the guild. Each passing room brought her to become angered more and more. As she stepped out of the third room, she watched a shadow pop into a room followed by a voice starting to plead. The black scales and claws overtook her soft, pale skin and brought a fresh new step to her bare feet. As she entered the room, her hand shot out and grabbed onto a sword that was cocked into the air. It seemed the rest of the slaves in the rooms were gathered together and she caught them all in time. "Excuse you, these are not yours..." Her voice was calm and flat, the glaring, glowing eyes staring into the back of the members eyes made them turn around.

He seemed to grin as he took notice to the maid standing behind her, recognizing her face. "Ha, it's only you. Why don't you make yourself useful then and-" He stopped and looked down as a pink colored blade had pierced through his chest, She pulled him close and then grabbed hold, biting into his neck and proceeding to drain his body of blood. After a moment making sure those surviving had been watching, she casted his body aside into the room and looked down to the cowering few left. "Your master is willing to spare your lives, you just have to follow me. I promise I will not trick you like he had. Ms. Grim just does not tolerate those she worked hard for being hurt by others hands~" She spoke it as though it were memorized, however she never remembered ever hearing her say it directly... Bah, oh well! It seemed to work.

Taking the remaining slaves to the spot marked on her scroll, she gathered together with the number of others that Shadow brought and the few that Grim had initially. She began to apologize before Sanguine could even mention the news, but she only nodded her head with a small smile before it had faded away knowing the news was not worthy of any sort of positive facial expression. Of course, being looked at, she could easily see the trickle of blood that had gone from her mouth to her chin. "I'm sorry to say that someone had begun to execute your slaves and others in fear of leaving witnesses alive, I assumed. I.. hope it was not an issue that I made him pay for it as well.. as having a bit of a snack." With the news out of the way, she let out a small breath of relief and stood up straight. "However, I have nothing to take with me, The only thing I have with my sword and those outfits you keep for me to wear. Aside from this maid one, nothing I own in my room is worthy of taking." Now she'd let Grim take a moment to admire the maid uniform down to the.. well dragon scales and claws. With a smile, she had waited for further instructions or simply getting into the cart after having some items placed inside for the trip to begin.

On her way inside, she heard the woman suddenly snap as one of her slaves had begun to move something she specifically had refused to move. Hearing her snap like that was unheard of and frankly, it scared her. She saw what she could do when she was happy... it frightened her to think of what she would like when she wad angry. Sanguine quickly did a 180 and ran over, her dragon like features retreated away and she stopped next to the red headed woman. "Ms. Grim, is there anything I can do for you involving these chests? I would happily do it for you, just tell me what I can do to put a smile back on your face." She smiled herself, hoping to calm the woman down a little, if at all.

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Normally her presence had made the red haired reaper smile. More on the fact that she was hoping to improve doing so by wearing her new maid outfit for her. However, it didn't seem to be working but for a moment of her arriving to greet her and inform her of the situation at hand. What was making her upset like this? As the maid's head tilted to the side slightly to try and figure out the situation that she was in to make her in the mood she was in. If the issue was with the murdered slaves she had taken, Sanguine would have thought that it would have been a little relieving to know that she'd willingly and openly admitted to having killed someone for her. More over that she would even be so willing to keep the surviving slaves rather than caving to her good morales and trying to let them go free. Part of her hated herself for it, but the other part was a little happier to be doing something to make someone she felt was close to her to be a little happier.

As she stood before Grim, the air began to choke her some. It felt heavy and within seconds, she'd dropped to her knees, almost gasping for air. The attention of Grim was faced to another direction, however the feeling hadn't ceased for quite some time. The longer she spent near her, the more she felt as though she was going to pass out on the spot. Quickly, the white haired maid jumped up and took a big step away, huffing and bent over trying to recover from the feeling. Sanguine knew it wasn't her fault and the fueled anger seen in her eyes let her magic out unwillingly. Sometimes her own magic or features had done the same, so there was no real worry in her having to wait a little longer to know that she was going to be able to calm down.

After a moments time to recover, a shattering glass sound made her jump to an upright position. The maid turned to the sound as chains lashed against him, followed by another pair headed to some black spectral looking ghost and wrapping around it. She blinked and the ghost suddenly popped like a balloon, vanishing. She let out a low sigh and began to fix her uniform out before she would put on a smile and give a curtsy toward Grim. "Allow me to secure the chests then, Master Grim. I'll make sure they will be secure for our trip." After volunteering herself, the demi-dragoness walked over, picking up a chest with little to no effort and then setting one inside, spending a couple moments inside. While inside, she would securely fasten the black case inside in such a way that the chest would not be able to move or slide around during bumpy rides on in hill incline or declines.

She spent the next few minutes in silence, perfecting the placement to allow two of them per carriage without worry of one being too close when being carried out through the door and then would step back out from the last cart, this one being pulled by Shadow and the Mr. Mittens that was mentioned earlier. Giving a happy smile toward the blonde despite knowing the hatred she had toward her, Sanguine made her way back to the red haired woman while she had been escorting slaves into carriages before locking them in with locks that could not be broken by any mere human person. Securing her assets was important it seemed, which is probably why she wanted to secure Sanguine for herself as well. Thankfully for Grim, she seemed to accompany her than to try and venture off on her own.

The maid followed her red haired superior into their own carriage, with the maid going in first to give a small helping hand to it. As they began to move, it seemed like a premature jerk to a beginning for their departure to their new destination. With a light gasp, Sanguine acted on mere instinct and caught Grim from falling, giggling lightly before the glare caused her to quickly fix the woman up onto the seat and then sitting on her knees by the woman rather than seated normally on the carriage seat. Why that? Well even she didn't know, but the glare just instantly made her feel the need to seat herself as if the look itself was a way of commanding her to do so. Regardless of it, the girl smiled as she had been asked about helping her put a smile to her face. She didn't care about being called maid. It felt better to her than "weapon" or "tool", so it was more humanizing than objectifying. "Anything you wish, Master Grim!~" She replied before even hearing the request, which had not deterred her from complying to the request.

She remained quiet, letting the action of unbuckling the boots and pulling them off gently and then setting them against the seat of the carriage before removing each stocking and setting them in the same boot according to what leg they were pulled from. Her hands began to work around her feet, firstly moving around the ball of the foot, moving up toward the toes and then down toward the heel. She even would move the pressure relieving toward her ankles to try and add a little extra, then moving back though in a more gentle way to help relax the muscles she'd dug into on her first go around. "If it will put a smile to your face, i'll do it~ I'm just naturally that kind of person when I'm not forced against my will to do it." She admitted, her eyes focused onto her task at hand. "Frankly, Master Grim... I'm thankful that Nightmare is disbanding... I don't know how I could have lived with myself being tortured by being forced to do anything someone wanted from me simply because some implant told me to do it. If.. I remember correctly, the whole experimenting department was destroyed as well to keep people from finding it out... Which also meant that they could have killed me and any other Projects too. I.. don't think the function of me being forced to listen is in tact either."

She took another break to look up and reveal the look of concern she held as well as what looked to possibly be that of tears forming in her eyes. "Might.. I ask for... a favor from you?" She wiped the tears from her eyes and reached up, wanting to take one of her hands. "I'm afraid to try and go back to being me... with all I've done, with what Nightmares experiments has done to my body and my magical auras... Can I.. ask to be taught under you? Anything and everything. I'll be anything you ask of me, but I need to be prepared. I don't know if I can keep going without a guiding light, if you know what I mean." She let down what looked to be a hesitant swallow, trying to choke down her feelings to keep going in her pleading. "I'll don a maid outfit for the rest of my life to serve you if need be, collar and chain if need be. I just beg for your help, please." She smiled, even to giggle lightly despite her seriousness. Even that though could be noted by the grip her hands had on one of Grims; desperation and fear. The same look that was hidden deep in her eyes.

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For a moment, there was a hint of depression within her face. The woman seemed to chuckle at her declaration of wanting to willingly serve under her, but was that really why? It was just the assumed feeling that she thought that her honest feelings were belittled, but as her hand had reached out, she felt Grim taking her hand in both of the red heads before she was pulled up onto the seat with her face almost pressed against hers. As the teen had moved a slight bit back to give her a little space, she felt the woman’s hand lightly caressing morning her cheek. Those cheeks flushed nearly red and her blue eyes looked down to the gentle caressing hand and then up to Grim. As she had, the woman leaned in and planted a soft kiss to her forehead only to be followed up by a hug and the nearly red cheeks only darkened in color. It had been months since she was treated so nicely that it felt almost flattering to be treated like that now.

Her head nodded, showing her an expression of both commitment and to understanding as her eyes laid onto Grim. Though for a moment that look faded away when the dark looking nature of a form that she’d always known was fleshed away to become something more of a rather gorgeous looking woman. Was.. this who she used to be? Well, before whatever magic it was changed her? As Sanguine continued to look in a bit of a shocked facial expression, the offer she was not entirely expecting had started to show itself. Could she be willing to give up everything to love as something she swore to never be? But.. even then, that was against her will. This was an offer of a willing nature... she wanted this.

”I, Sanguine, agree to give you everything. I have been forced anew by Nightmare, but I have no guidance, so I will take every bit of yours and in return, I will serve you for the rest of my life.” She had tried her best to give an appropriate type of reply, but she had choked up a little in each sentence to it. Though now that she had done so, Sanguine had come to freeze up as the woman leaned in close to her face. Locking lips together, she had tried to hold back on the last few stands of her religious background of how she’d been raised, but they snapped.

When the kiss was broken, there was a smile to the white haired girls face. Frankly, this was her first kiss, and she was glad that Grim was her first. Her eyes had continued to look on in silence of the woman for a moment before she had caught the moving legs. ”O-Oh! M-My apologies!” She probably didn’t have to say it, but she wanted to. A bit of a compulsion of sorts. But the smile was still on her face as she climbed back down onto her knees and began to administer the massage again to the feet of her new owner. While down there, she had continued her visual attention to the feet in front of her while her ears were trained solely on Grim’s voice. She listened to the story of where they were headed and to what reason they had the boxes that were so dearly treated like a dangerous and cherished piece of property. So all this time she was after trying to bring someone to her? She wondered what kind of person this being was for Grim to be rather obsessed, but it didn’t really seem like something that she thought she should pry into. ”Well if protecting your portal is a job to be done, I’ll make sure to remove any and every threat to your goals, Master Grim.” She paused from her massage to look up at Grim, showing now a grin. She was serious and would not let anything in her mind or anyone before her change that ever again.. less Grim permitted it.

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Whole her eyes had remained trained and locked to their task of rubbing and soothing the feet of her newly acquired master and mentor, she seemed to be enjoying herself rather quickly. Sure, the life of being free was a nice luxury, but the events that the hand dealt to her had turned her towards was only showing itself to be a much more harsh plane of reality. If something like this was to be the future of her life, living hand-and-foot with Grim and serving her for anywhere from a few decades to an eternity, it was surely a life she could see herself living. Among other things, she'd grown fond of how nicely Grim treated her, and even if she had to do demeaning looking work like massaging the red haired womans feet to gain her approval, it was something to put a smile on her face. With that, the feeling of the hand petting her head in approval to her actions only reinforced her smile, adding to it  blush of happiness.

The maid was slightly startled at the magic starting to envelop the woman, jumping slightly back as the magic was beginning to build up. Sanguine paused and she looked toward the demoness of a woman and her demeanor was the opposite from just moments ago at the pleading and begging of the lost child. With a slow nod, she stumbled to grab together the stockings and shoes that she'd worn before trying to quickly, but properly redress her legs as they were put to her from before. "R-Right away, master!" She had replied in her shuffling moment. Her attempt to focus on the task wasn't hard or something that Grim would see to be troubling, but more to prove to the point that Sanguine had become serious in her decision to want to be hers. Doing anything and everything she commanded and with a smile on her face in the fact that she would be honored to be chosen for the task. "All finished, Master Grim. Please be careful out there!"

Her voice carried to the outside of the cart as the maid remained seated on her knees. She remained there only a moment before something eventually pulled at her. Almost a sensation akin to a pet having their leash tugged at, the maid soon found herself bursting up onto her heels and headed to the door. There, she stepped out and then leaned against the cart. The maid had no intention of getting in Grim's way, however as wanted to be by her side and as such, being present during her tasks if permitted or told not to join her. In the case of being left unordered once her legs were redressed, Sanguine watched while in a rather proper maid like stance, only casually leaned against the cart otherwise. It was something that showed she would need a little discipline in how to properly and always carry through every little bodily tick while around her, but nothing that would surely distract the angry, violent massacre of cocky guards.

She took her eyes off the brutal assault on the male whom had attempted to speak ill of the woman whom Grim held to the highest standard. Her intention was to get herself prepared to fight as well, however Sanguines plans were much different than what might Grim be expecting her to do. With her sword in hand, she exited back out and took a slight distance from the carriage she rode in on. With a bit of a flexing muscle, she sprouted her black wings from her back and grew a small smile onto her face. "Master Grim, I will take to the inside and made sure you can enter with ease." Her voluntary plan came with a curtsy before the wings swung down, propelling her into the air where the maid soared over the group of fighting foes and slaves of her master. With another harsh push, her wings shot her body through a window, where her body purposely collided with a male in a light metal armor.

With her arms and legs covered with the dragon scales, her own damage was minimal, but the knight collapsed and soon after she became surrounded by others. A small smirk came to her face as the few had her surrounded with blades a plenty pointed in her direction. Rather than take a ready stance to fight, she relaxed and dropped her sword. A smirk still worn to her face, she let the knights move in. Both jabs and cutting slashes made at her caused several minor tears in her maid outfit and to her arms and legs not covered in scales. She did enough to keep herself from getting harmed too much, ruining her uniform too much, but keeping to the fact that they were only doing her job for her. Drops of black blood quickly dripped from her wounds, filling the air around them before it swirled around in a similar fashion to a tornado as the blood shaped themselves into petals and cut through their armors, hitting scratches to the few getting the unlucky strikes to their arteries.

As the petals settled out to layer the walls and the ground with small splotches of black blood, the maid calmly picked her sword up, examining the rapidly closing wounds while she smiled at it. "Aww... Master Grim is going to be real upset you all ruined my uniform~ Well, I suppose I'll need to get fitted for new attire to her liking anyway. I just picked out found clothes anyway." With a small shrug, she made her way towards a staircase headed down toward the base floor. There sat a group of a few guards holding the door shut. Not noticing the maid having walked down close to them, she took her left arm and flung it toward, flicking it in a way to send droplets of blood onto the ground and with the snap of her fingers, the doors would blow open, flying around until they hit the outer walls. From a small cloud of smoke, Sanguine slowly walked forward, the last bits of her cuts healing and leaving only the very few cuts in her uniform to be shown. Collapsed wings folded comfortably behind her back, but still visible. She gave a curtsy toward the rebelling group she came in with as well as her master while a smile lit her face. "I've cleared up to the top of the first staircase, Master Grim. Is there anything else you want me to do?"

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It was only in the moment in which Sanguine had returned to her masters sight that she'd smiled. The fact it was raining, each drop that made contact staining her slightly damaged uniform with only a slightly darker pigmentation of the colors that it had been before. Now, she simply remained, feeling every drop sliding down her scales to her claw like hands before they would eventually build to a point gravity forced them to drip to the ground. Her body refused to move, though despite her knowing the sight of her master was more comforting than anything, the maid felt a bit of an intimidating aura just looking at the reaper before her. Her heart felt like it was pumping harder as the figure started to approach her, knowing and trying to relax herself in knowing that she was not in any danger of being harmed, but a flesh ridden hand of Grim's reached out, patting her on the head once again.

While Sanguine had known the woman didn't talk much, the confirmation of her work only served to make her a little more enjoyable of her actions. She never wanted in her life to take one... but the more the thought sunk in, the more she could picture Harrigan's whole plans began to fixate what she was now. She knew it wasn't true, however there she was, killing anything she was ordered to execute and giving no mercy to anyone. And yet, there was another part of her that wanted to dismiss the dead mans words. After all, the only kill she never truly regretted was his, and while the innocent child she used to be had prayed for him and forgiveness for herself, something in her mind told her nothing could save him. It was something to be set aside for now. She couldn't let her past cloud the tasks at hand that she were given and the things she was about to witness.

The first began quickly as Grim had struck down a mage whom attempted to attack her using the lightning from the rainstorm that had come to drench the maids clothes and hair. Nothing of which bothered her at all, but her attention remained focused on Grim's actions and her mouth kept shut. The slight look of fear that grew in her eyes watching the things done and said were something to note. She knew she couldn't very well turn on this woman. For one, she had no reason, she loved her Master Grim and her attention was the only thing kept her from wallowing in the depressing fact of being turned into some guilds tool for conquest. Even if that guild now perished, she was willing to put herself into the position willingly for the one person she sought to have treated her more than some simple tool.

The maid sought to speak not a word in her travels with Grim. Her mind had been so cluttered in the mess of a mind and all of her past tugs between good and evil that it felt like her lines could never be as simple as black and white. Her upbringing taught her good, her foster mother the same, but everything there and in between showed her what life was truly like. A sheltered church child succumbing to the reality was more than she could have bared. And for that, she was becoming a broken toy being pieced together by a new owner, so to speak. What things Grim would be able to teach her was beyond her, but a woman of her wisdom and power was nothing to toy with. If anything, this was a sign from the god in which she used to pray to. Some sort of odd gift to her perhaps? She was taught the lord worked in mysterious ways, but this one seemed to take the cake. No matter the affiliation, she was to be a servant to someone in some form. This way was just... more direct if anything.

With their trip halting at sealed doors, unguarded oddly enough, Sanguine sought the opportunity to show she was more than a simple piece of eye candy in the moment. "If I may, master Grim." She spoke up now, walking around the angered reaper. She took the blade of her sword in one hand and drug it along her other hands open palm. a few stray drops of the black blood dripped onto the soaked ground and she ran her hand down between both doors, stepping back by her side. "The rain is going to lessen the actual impact, which in the long run I guess will save time in repairs and cleaning up when we've staked claim to your castle." With the snap of her fingers in finishing, the blood would explode in a somewhat minor fashion, pushing the doors inward at a high speed and slamming into the walls, leaving an opening to their next location. Honestly, she wondered if Grim had ever seen her using her magic, or even to be aware of the miscolored blood, not to mention the lack of a reaction in her having cut open her own hand with nothing more than some minor initial twitch.

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Finding that nothing was on the other side of the doors that she had just blown clear open with her own blood and magic had been a bit of a relief. The less amount of fodder thrown at the two of them would only become an easier task by the end of the whole ordeal. The teenage maid had taken a single step forward before she was halted with a slap to her hand that was quickly followed up with a hand grabbing up her chin and pulling it to look at Grim, whom had come closer to her since the blast had happened. Although the look on the girls face was a bit of surprise, the initial reaction from being slapped had been the one thing that was on her mind. Her new master had seemed to take a rather nurturing type of stance about her methods to having had to cut her own hand in order to use her magic.

While Sanguine was very well aware of what conditions and all were about their newly formed relationship, her brow furrowed from her albeit demanding she ask to use her own magic. This caused the white haired slayer to smirk. However, that smirk only turned into a bit of a laugh. "Heh.. I'm willing to do anything and everything for you, but that... that's not going to be one of them." Her tone was oddly serious, but also held a firm tone seeing as how she was staring into the glowing eyes of a skull. Her cut hand reached up and she held the open palm close to her face before her tongue dragged its way along the path used to cut her hand. After doing so, she licked her lips and held a perfectly normal open palm before Grim, showing no existence of a cut or any scarring. "I don't permanently mutilate my body for my magic. I can rapidly heal cuts without the formation of scars, so I never worry about having to break skin to even the score. I put a lot of research into how to use my magic when I first got it, I promise you that." Her hand laid rest at her side while she waited for Grim to process the information she'd just picked up.

Granted, this still wasn't the full Sanguine that she'd come to know either. There were things about her that she'd laid hidden from most and frankly.. the only ones that ever knew were those that were never around anymore. As much as it broke her heart for her to have to live with it, she could find the solace and care in Grim, so she would have to make sure to be her best for someone who wanted to take someone like the former nun in. It was honestly still a mentally nerve wracking thought process that she had to deal with; killing people. She could justify it, push to her own former beliefs, but in the end it still didn't sit right with her no matter how much mental arguing that she'd done with herself over the whole thing.

The maid kept quiet during their walk still, not wanting to purely leave things out to chance or to distract the reaper from her task. She knew swearing her loyalty would come with a price, so this was her payment as well as her proof of loyalty. As the two entered into what she could see to be a final room, the darker exterior seemed a little cliche for her, but never the less she wasn't one to be able to do home decor justice in any way shape or form, personally. The price for being an orphan, maybe? Or just perhaps being more of a tomboy in some senses. Regardless, when Grim and the other unsuited being began to engage in a bit of a back and forth, she had thought about her choices. To stand beside Grim to fight this one, or to eliminate anything else to give her the even playing field? Well, the more she thought, the easier the choice became.

As the girl looked down to her own body, she kicked off her heels from her feet before a black cloud like substance began to swirl around her arms and legs. The skin would begin to peel and tear away, leaving a chromatic black colored set of scales to be left in the open air. Claws as sharp as daggers on the tip of each finger and the same process repeating itself to her legs and feet from nearly the top of her shin and down, where the scales to her arms reached nearly to her elbows. Her still present wings expanded outward, showing off the blue colored etchings in the webbing for a brief moment. "Leave the knights to me, master. I leave your blue knight to you." Leaving nothing more to be said, she let the wings and her feet push her off of the ground, pouncing almost in the blink of an eye before her own combat had begun to initiate.

The guards lost quick sight before her claws shredded through their armor like it were simple fabric she ripped up. The rest of the guards quickly moved in around the maid, drawing weapons, shields, and especially worry. As some could witness, the maid had begun to inhale, pulling the open wounds she'd inflicted through the air itself and then into her mouth, filling it to the brim. She left some blood inside the corps, but that was quickly becoming blood that her consumption wouldn't be of much use for. In one large gulp, the demi dragoness' eyes began to glow a bit of a yellow color, her pupils slit and a wide grin forming on her face. She'd never had a rush like this... but it felt... good. Natural, even. The feeling of humans wallowing in fear through a facade though their bodies quaked enough to rattle their armor at the faintest point. Perhaps this was how all demons felt? Power gained though solely fear and bloodshed, but Sanguines? Oh, she benefited more in bloodshed than anything and now seemed like the best of times to show it.

Oh jeez... her weapon was left outside the room, now that she'd thought about it. Her figure turned towards the rest as her grin faded, showing nothing more than what some could think to look like a mentally broken weapon. Something whom lost a crucial piece of their humanity, but in Sango's case... she'd gained as much as she lost. It was a mix of a need for blood as well as a fight. Call it what you will, but the girls mind knew it was just textbook sociopath-like tendencies. Her love of fighting being the only thing that ever got her truly excited in life. While she wasn't really much for killing, beating someone into the ground was always her issue. Now.. having slaughtered with her own hands-- her own TRUE hands. No need for remorse, for care, but for praise on a job well done? There was something too enticing for her to stop.

For a moment, she stood still. She wanted them to make a move at her, but she quickly became impatient and went for the closest one to her. Her claws again shredded through the armor and quickly began to rip out the innards of the knight. The sight caught her off guard and distracted her in the moment of the others trying to attack at once. Her attention had quickly returned as one of the knights weapons pierced through her body. With a small gasp, her eyes traveled down to see the weapon before it was harshly pulled out of her the same way it went in... by Sanguine herself. It wasn't the first time she'd been stabbed so viciously, nor would it be the last down this life's choices and path. With a small chuckle, Sanguine squeezed and snapped the polearm in half only to jab her arm through his chest in the same place and then throwing the knight aside like trash.

The sights now were getting to her. She begun to feel mentally and morally crossed in a way that kept her from thinking straight. If this continued, she felt like there would be nothing left in her mind to keep following Grim loyally and voluntarily. She had to wipe the rest off like dust, and quick. With her wings spread again, she took off into the air and then hovered over the group before she took in a deep breath. With blood welling into her mouth, she blew the blood out, launching her Bellow downward overtop of the entire set of guards, wiping them clean out with only their screams left. Not dead yet, the maid hung over the mist of magic that Grim had casted, letting the mist consume them and leaving them to her will and bidding of choice. Meanwhile, the flying slayer would ease her height down some, remaining close to Grim's side, but her eyes and attention locked onto wherever this "blue knight" had been kept in.

WC: 1536
Group: 12,082/14,000

It didn't really seem to phase her much as she watched the hand of her master rip out of the chest from the enemy she seemed so hellbent of fighting herself. It wasn't her business to pry, however she did manage to catch the last bits of their conversation short of the "blue knights" death. What was that about being betrayed? Did.. she mean it towards Sanguine or towards Grim? It was something that seemed to rattle her mind in the moment as it looked like she may have been looking at the demi-dragon, however she could have been wrong in thinking that as well. She pushed that thought aside for the time being. She put herself into the choice to become this being maid, her servant, a pawn and toy to be played with how she pleased. It was a rushed thought, however the ideas of trying to reconnect into the human world now? With everything that could be done to her and with her, she knew it wasn't something that she could necessarily be able to be done with.

Slowly levitating herself down to the ground, her dragonic extremities reached out and gently grabbed hold of the hand extended to her as a meal. It felt somewhat mesmerizing really, to be offered a treat from the hand of Grim, and in such a kind honor and offer, she put on a smile and began to lick at her hand like a cat. Amusingly, she toyed with the red headed woman by giving a bit of a purring sound, knowing she had a bit of a soft spot for her being dressed as such prior to this job, but now it just seemed like a fun inside joke. Her hair suddenly being stroked away from her face had put a flushed color to her cheek, moving her tongue to get every single drop of the blood until her hand was licked clean. All the while she had listened to Grim explain the happenings of everything that would have to come from here on out.

The still smiling maid silently followed the woman towards her throne, having still heard her words every step of the way, she had one last thing to do before she'd be able to move on and get to freshening up the castle. Once Grim was in her throne, she dropped to her knees before the woman. What seemed different about this action was a lot of it seemed to look like physical exhaustion, which there was much more of a mental strain than anything. Still, she crawled forward and kissed the womans feet one by one. "Anything for you, Master Grim... I..." Her eyes were growing heavy, crawling over until she was sitting beside the throne before collapsing against it. "I just.. need to.. sleep... F-Forgive me, mas..master..." She drifted off to sleep, but not before making sure that so long as Grim remained seated in her chair, she could at the least pet her new maids head to entertain her at the least.

It wasn’t more than a few seconds that Sanguine jumped up from her sleep. She couldn’t fall asleep here! Firstly, this wasn’t Grim’s throne, though in the maids defense she believed Grim should make sure her throne is kept in safe keeping. And what better a way than seating yourself upon it to even keep the seat warm. Instead, she was off seemingly returning the weapon that she’d used to cleave her enemies- their enemies. She had severed every tie to humanity the moment she swore to serve Grim and that’s just what she would dedicate her life to doing once they had fixed this castle back to its pristine condition. As a maid and a generally big clean freak in some regards, she wouldn’t stand to let Grim or herself live in a place full of blood stains, damaged walls and floors, and even the few scattered corpses left over.

If not for Sanguine having overdone herself in trying to appease Grim by eliminating every enemy she could when she was told to, she would have the energy to begin the clean up this very moment. However, she was drained both mentally and physically from the combat. Her uniform was in slight tatters as well, though a small shopping trip could easily remedy that issue and for the future she could find herself enjoying these more than any other clothing. But even then, the maid had to think about how strict or leisurely Grim was with the maid uniform. Of course in public she’d honorably wear it, even in on her own. But every once in a while every person dreams of getting out of the uniform and back to the basics. Even then, she would choose to let her new master pick out what she wore.

The Demi-Dragoness picked herself up off of the floor and dusted herself off, sluggishly walking past the halls and out to the following rooms where she could find herself a place to sleep. She was determined to find a suitable place to fall asleep, but it felt like forever that she was walking halls and doors until she happened upon a room. She hadn’t noticed, but there happened to be a plague type of label on the door that read “Alexandra” on it. She walked her way to the bed before she let her uniform pile onto the floor and her body drop onto the bed, snuggling up into the blankets within seconds. The teen had paid little attention from her sleepy state, but she would become a lot happier soon enough. Once everything had been set in motion, she would know what it was like to embrace her powers for a purpose instead of having to hide them from everyone. With Grim’s help, she would be able to finally realize her potential as a mage who uses all of her powers without recourse, without fear of herself, and finally seeking the approval of someone she could see as a parental figure. And some day, she would hope she could be the kind of person Grim would have always wanted by her side, no matter what it took for her to achieve those goals.

WC: 1043
Total WC: 14,076/14,000