Lich’s and Witches! (Jen/Job)

Could she really blame the girl for needing to get changed, maybe freshen up from the run. There were times in which even Sanguine had done running as a child and teenager, long before getting in bed with the other guilds of the past. It was a shame really... to think how low she had sunk from the woman whom offered to care for her years ago, but she chose to toss that aside and focus on the present. Trying to sway herself from this life was no longer an option. Too much time was spent adjusting and becoming accustomed to the life of the murderous maid of Errings Rising... besides, it wasn’t so bad. She was very well respected and that feeling of acceptance is all she truly ever wanted. Having that alone was enough for the maid.

Hearing that Jen did want to join her on the job was a happy one to say the least. With a smile on the maids face, she had nodded her head and motioned for her towards the rooms. ”Thats no problem at all Mistress Jennifer. I’ll be here when you get back.” She assured her, making sure that she wouldn’t have any issues with her running off while she skipped off to get changed. However, when the topic of not calling her by that title came around, the mentioned threats of spanking had her giggle lightly, shrugging it off. ”It’s just an occupational hazard, is all. But if you try that with me, you’ll be kissing my feet and begging for my forgiveness, understood?~” She continued to keep her cheerful, smiling disposition, but she also knew that this woman wouldn’t be so easily swayed by her attitude or threats. Then again, she didn’t really know what was behind the kind maids exterior. Oh how that will paint her a picture!~

With a small sigh, Sanguine shook her head in a bit of disapproval in Jen’s attire. Granted, aside from Grim’s demands of her attire, the head maid always loves to be in more conservative styled clothing. She made few exceptions... but this one. This was a wild child for sure. Still, she had escorted the blonde into a carriage that would take them to their destination so they would have some relaxing time to chat. It carried on as Jen realized her rambling and in the moment, she took the chance to answer that question. ”Well, we’re headed to Oak Town. They are having a bit of an issue and involving the people that live there, think of it as something of a zombie apocalypse, however they’re acting too controlled for it to be anything normal. Personally, I would rather preserve them and end the suffering, so I won’t be leaving until every last one of them is dead. I hear you’re quite the fanatic of something of that sort, so I thought it would be a good way to kill two birds with one stone.”

Upon the realization that she was actually not in her maid uniform, the head maid couldn’t help but laugh a little and nod her head accordingly. ”Yeah, I’ve been so used to them, I wanted to break my habit of it for a change. Besides, I’m tired of ruining uniforms with my slight transformations. Acid is a bigger pain in the neck to get out of clothes than one may think.” she couldn’t begin to explain the number of times she had to mend and fully replace uniforms because of it, but all in all, she just shrugged it off. There was a time and place for something like that. ”You shouldn’t judge yourself too harshly, Miss Jennifer. You would probably look really cute dressed up! With your mechanical arm, I can surely see why you would prefer the other style of attire. We’ll have to see if we can’t play to both and find you something that perhaps fits both you and Mistress Medeia!” She said in a bright and energetic fashion. You can’t help genuine kindness sometimes, even when you’re supposed to be a murderous Demi-dragon.

Hearing Jen’s little story after was a bit of a shocker. Having lost her arm in a fight was a hell of a scar for the sake of memories and show of strengths and trials. Though the mention of demigods had her smirk. Oh, if only she’d have been around for Jen then, that fight may have gone a lot more differently, but even she couldn’t recall if this was a recent fight or something that happened long ago. Regardless, the maid had continued to allow her to speak and carry on until she mentioned he half succubus part of herself. That itself though had drawn the maid from the mention of a Demi dragon. There were more than just herself? Interesting... ”And here I thought I was unique.” She commented, before she realized she didn’t want to be rude or selective in her answering of questions. ”Before I get to that, I have had a bit of a rough issue i had until the recent Hargeon festivity’s. To keep a long story short, I was tending more to my duties as a maid than I have been to trying to be a social butterfly. Besides, the Queen has been dragging me around by the literal collar and leash to be a tending member of her entourage to events recently.” Her hand would reach up, pointing out a collar and a broken chain that dangled from it.

A once experimented on girl whom became a personal toy to a now member of the guild? Not really a hard one to tell when everyone in here at one point has committed at least a plethora of crimes, so she had no reason to hide her past. ”Now, back to the other part... you mentioned another Demi dragon? Out of.. I guess we’ll call it instinctual curiosity, are they still alive?” It would be by now her eyes were glaring down, not in anger, but the sense of thirst and hunger was shown in her eyes and they themselves were slit and wild like. ”I guess while we’re discussing heritages; I’m a descendant of Acnologia and daughter to a once feared mage within Fiore. A demoness of great power, and sadly I didn’t take the advantage of being the daughter I should have been, but no matter.” She would just smile, keeping her hands rested on her lap while they continued to make their way to Oak Town. ”But please, feel free to ask me any questions. Like for myself, I would like to ask what brought you to join the guild? Not on any official capacity, I just am curious.” With a smile on her face, she showed like she had no cares in the world, but she had one. Sanguine just didn’t have to worry about that one care so much.

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Listening to the story provided to her by the mage she had brought along with her was a little interesting in a way. Her caliber of recollection and explanations were different from a blunt, straightforward type that she’d been around and used to doing herself that it was a nice break for a change. A bit of humor in the way things were explained helped to keep things a little note interesting as well as to put a spin on something that could only delay the way something was mentioned. To her, it helped make it so that the other person had to think much like the person trying to recall, almost as though they were being read a story and are just picturing what it was that they were being dictated to them.

Hearing the mention of having captured one of the council members, she could recall having prepared a small extra meal a couple of times before, but she wasn’t asked since then to do that. It was only after that did she get a little more frequented with Medeia’s personal maid in passing through the guilds kitchen while she was getting food for herself or another at the time. A rather nice woman for sure, but she was pretty well set in on being timely. Not that she could be blamed for it at all as she used to be the same. However, with being dragged about by Saraphina for various things for the last few months, she wasn’t inclined to be against the idea that she felt she had Grim’s trust more than anything to be away from her side.

The sudden appearance of a strange woman brought a puzzled look on her face as the newly uninvited guest began to speak on Jen’s behalf. She was a strange cookie, but just as she came, an angry sounding spoken up demand caught the chill in the maids spine. While she remained completely calm and relaxed, there was an air in the way she seemed to silence the spirit whom vanished assuringly back to her key or wherever she resided. The woman then continued on without letting the event unfolded to have bothered her much at all. For a track of focus, she was impressed to say the least. Key points the maid checked for in her while they spoke weren’t uncommon, as something did with a number of members before and after she had become an ace. Questionable as well as to what made her deserve it at first, but she wasn’t going to argue with the Queen’s demands.

As per her usual demeanor, she continued to keep herself quiet and allow another to speak. It was hard to get used to doing at first, but being at first an experiment with no rights at all, into being a toy with no rights, then into a normal willing role had given her a taste of the life she never wanted, one that she feared, and from it grew to being what she was today. What that was, even she wasn’t sure of yet. However, until she did, she would make sure to be the stable one of the guild even if she were the only one left within it. Still, as Jen did her best to only disclose information to which she could feel she could tell someone, the more pressing thought to her was just what was she not telling her? If it weren’t for the information passed about her brash, explosive tendency for violence in fights, she’d start to think that Jen was just some rookie undercover Knight. And yet, here she was now. At least this lack of disclosure proved some form of loyalty, be it for this guild or her last, she surely couldn’t be blamed for that. If she held it for a former guild, perhaps more trust could be put on her for this one? Maybe, or if the queen would demand a trade, it could be worthwhile. Something to keep in her pocket for later.

She raised a brow for a moment after having pointed out her collar and broken chain to the girl. At first glance, she thought nothing of it, but the signs brought it all to her mind very quickly and she waved her hands dismissively. ”Oh, my apologies! Truly so!” She replied a big frantically. ”Truthfully, being through what I’ve gone through, I wouldn’t wear it if it wasn’t used for a sign of how far I’ve come since then. I haven’t told anyone before this, however my current master, Grim and I first met after I was used for some experiment. Grim took a fancy to me for whatever reason, and when the place was collapsing, she took me with her. However, during my time as this places experiment, I had no free control. I was literally commanded by voice to do anything I was told, and it was used to many others advantages... thankfully not in that way.” Pausing for a moment, her eyes trailed off to a window of the carriage to look into a reflection of herself in a low opacity before looking back to Jen, smiling. ”After doing so many sinful acts under their thumb, I couldn’t go back to my old life. So, Grim helped me make a new one as her maid. I tossed everything about myself aside, gave it all up so I could try and be someone new. I’ll tell you though... it’s a hard to live with yourself being someone else. But, joining Errings Rising? It helped me so much more than I thought it could. I could be myself and this new person I’ve become over the years. I couldn’t be happier where I am now.”

Hearing Jen speak pushed her out of her own mindset. She had been so focused on her thoughts, she must not have realized the topic would cause her to ramble on like she had. ”I’m sure we could surely find you some cute, suitable butler clothes~ A maid outfit doesn’t fit everyone, you know!~” The thought made her giggle a bit in laughter, firstly trying to picture both Grim and Saraphina in maid outfits... then Jester and Birch... next thing she knew, she was laughing quite a bit as the thoughts now stained her mind in a non regretful way. But now the blonde would get a little finger waving side-to-side to the commentary she was giving towards the maid. ”Now now, Miss Jennifer. I’m not that kind of maid. Besides, should either my master or Mistress Medeia find out anything may go on, I’m sure you’d be in for a real bad time.” A fair warning, to say the least.

Now destruction? Oh destruction was her middle name! The thought alone made her grin just a little before it was met with a chuckle. ”Two things you will learn about me during combat: First, destruction is inevitable when you are with me. Second, what is not destroyed will be dissolved in my acid, so do be aware of that.” Whether her companion knew of her explosive style of magic or not was unbeknownst to her, but the source of her acid was entirely unknown to anyone whom had never seen her in combat. The most anyone could see on base was that her hair had magical properties to it, as often times she used it as an extra hand in cleaning or moving things around. ”With that in mind, go hog wild so long as our job is completed.” She made the reminder sure to stick as something she would be making sure to keep on a track of.


”Sadly, a hot spring for her guild is out of the question. Queen Saraphina and I have talked over things regarding our new territory of Hostia and things to add. Nothing is decided, but as of right now we aren’t looking into anything for recreational type events.” There was a stern type of tone in her voice, as though it were a bit authoritative and one that came with a final stamp. It wasn’t a topic to budge on either.

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The idea of having shared the story seemed to strike the idea that the need to tell her story was reciprocated. It wasn’t true, however Sanguine was not one to stop someone from venting themselves to her. She felt the closest to her old job as a sister of the church and in so, it was as close as she would ever get. This gave her such a different view of the world, one that seemed to click to her that the faith she had once abandoned was something of a fickle being, much like every being that loved in this world so far. Being one to skip the theatrics of needing to fake any feelings of concern or over joy meant of the little “girl talk” they were sharing, the head maid simply shared her attention to the blonde woman as she began to unveil her tale to her.

It started off as morbid than she could have imagined. There was worse to have happened to begin with, truthfully, but it was best to be thankful that this was the worst off so far. The slayer kept silent and simply nodded to show she was still paying attention and giving her full focus to her so that if she were to feel as though she were saying nothing at all, she wouldn’t be proven wrong very quickly. Continuing to listen in to the girl as she had spoken on in her life story was mote than she was actually expecting to say the least. If she had anticipated that Jennifer would have gone full blown from birth( she would have included that as well when she had gone back to her own upbringing. And yet, it wasn’t needed to know who she was before now. That was for her and it would only be for her Mistress to know and whomever she felt she could trust to tell. That was something she would carry to the grave to keep hidden. At least... maybe at least until she killed that musician whom caused her to become what she was now. Yes, she could blame Grim as well, but considering what Grim has done for her since, she had long forgiven the reaper.

As Jen rounded the corner with the times of her being bought and sold, it brought her directly to the auction from which she was more recently told to visit. With the influx of members, the guild needed new maids. Her job was to get in contact to a black market auction to procure some new meat. The feeling of being around such.. unfavorable people was an insult to her even as a maid. The only benefit was that when she showed up to be a person buying others rather than someone’s little lap dog traveling behind, she had a few unsettling looks. Still, she tried to keep that back until her accompanied member had told her long winded tale. She was far from concerned about the length of time she had taken to tell her story, but rather how that would mentally affect her going into their job.


”Then there’s mutual parts in this. You and Grim are the only ones whom know the situation as far as my side is concerned.” She quickly replied before she realized that there was a tick of pain coming from her. Enough to make the mage flinch, she then played it off in a way that had her question the way she mentioned. The maid simply stared with a completely confused, blank, blinking face. She wasn’t sure at all anymore what was going on, but she had pieced together that Jen had recently become pregnant, however she wasn’t sure what the rest meant at all. Ah, the joys of sheltered church teachings had left this maid completely oblivious to the ideas of genetic uniqueness. Frankly, on the topic itself, she had no idea what to really imply other than one question. “So, who’s the father?” Not to seem ignorant, but her not knowing many intimate detail over what occurred was so obvious. ”I will respect those wishes, but I don’t see why hiding it from Master Grim is so prevalent to you. Wouldn’t you prefer the father know. I’m sure he’d like to hear that he has a child on the way.” She looked down to the stomach where the baby would be inside her, then back up to Jen’s face.

She was serious.


”Well, to answer your question Miss Jen, I don’t do much in my spare time. If I’m not doing things around the guild or out with others as a tag along, I attempt to spend time with Master Grim. If that fails, I end up just wandering about. I don’t have many hobbies anymore, so I don’t really get out much at all. However, that does bring me to a small story you might be interested in hearing.” She fixed herself up in her seat, looking around to see how close they were to the town. It wouldn’t be long now, however she was now prepared to be able to tell this to her without a worry of stopping part way through. ”Hearing your story got me a little excited to share in this. I’ve told and been allowed by the Queen to do such a thing, which only made me more elated to have done what I did.” She grew a big smile on her face. The old Madison in her, the kind spirited girl was shining through that smile and it was nice to get to do this.

Clearing her throat, she toned down her smile and took in a good breath of air and exhaling before she began. ”So, one of my most recent tasks was that we needed more staff within the guild to keep up with the influx of members recently. So, I had been connected to an underground black market with an auction about. Of course, showing up in my maid outfit gave many people confused, but I digress. So, among the people up for auction was someone whom I recognized at first glance. A childhood friend whom had been somehow placed up for auction. Well, I wasted no time in keeping bid for her, in the end winning. With a couple others afterward at a much cheaper stake than this girl, I came to confirm my suspicions. The girl whom I fought over to buy was indeed my childhood friend and in hearing her story after she was adopted and lost touch, she was ecstatic to hear that not only would she not have to worry about going to a place where she would be used like a tool or property, but that I’d arranged for her to become my personal assistant.” She had regained the previous smile she carried before she began the story. Despite all she’s tried to do to bury herself in the trenches of evil and all it’s for, the more she found herself being he angel among devils and she was content to be so. ”The others will be treated just the same as our other maids. As their boss, I look out for them like a mother, though I am younger still than some of the women there.”

Giving a small nod to herself, she then leaned in some and she was tempted to reach for Jen’s hand, however she retracted the thought and decided to just clasp her fingers together before she spoke up again. ”Please, should you ever need to speak or anything again. Just to vent your feelings, you can find me in the guild almost all the time. If I’m not easily available, any of the maids can get a hold of me. It took me so long to learn that not everyone is evil because they want to be, but because their pasts have pushed them there or they have no choice but to. So if I can be of help in making their lives seem more worthwhile, I’ll be that friend that they need.”

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The baby was... hers? What was that supposed to mean? Perhaps she just meant that she was the surrogate mother holding a child that was Grim’s and some male whom she wanted to bare children with? No, that couldn’t be it... why would she go to a stranger than ask her own maid of something with such importance? The whole situation was both troubling and confusing at the same time, however the idea of magic being involved meant nothing to the maid. She couldn’t see how magic being involved would change anything about how this child came to be in Jen’s stomach, but alas, here they were. ”Umm... I guess if you say so, Miss Jennifer.” She replied with a shrug.

It wasn’t ok. Honestly, she had no idea how to comprehend the idea. She was willing to stop the conversation in order to cease from any complications arising from badgering the blonde. ”My upbringing paired with my years of servitude have kinda shaped how I speak to anyone. It’s merely a hard to break habit, but I’ll try. And please, do not equate me to family. As nice as that may sound, I’ve had my heart broken too many times with families through my life to see how pretending you have one now can work.” The gloomy look of sadness crossed her expression, laying her eyes out of her window. Too many adoptive and even her own biological family had left her through her life, so how could she possibly think she could have one now?

Albeit bursting from their ride upon reaching the town, Jen took the initiative to pounce off into the town like a blood hound on a hot trail. The head maid simply let out a sigh being left in the dust as it were. Tending to only whatever was left wasn’t her style. She was out for some fresh food as it were anyway. But now? She’d be lucky if it were room temperature. ”I suppose I should keep my eye on that one... Though, you can come out of hiding at any time.” She started out speaking to herself aloud until she began to raise her voice, her eyes settling on a spot near their carriage. It wasn’t that she sensed anything. No, they were good at doing that, but there was one thing giving them away; their shadow. A cowering male peeked over the edge to see the maid with her arms folded at her chest. Slowly, he hesitantly came closer to her before he realized that Sanguine wasn’t one of those demons or a possessed townsperson.

“Thank god you’re not one of them! Please, get some help for us!”
”Am I nor my guildmate good enough?”
“N-N-No! Th-The guy there is nuts! He-He is trying to warp all the girls into more than just the mindless things he’s making of them!”
”I think I have the gist of what you’re telling me. It doesn’t matter. He’ll be nothing when I and my companion are finished. Now leave.”
“But wait! M-My wife and kids are-“

He paused at the sight of her glaring down at him, her eyes feral and nearly glowing. He simply began to scramble over his own feet before finally getting the footing and starting to run. Then, a small smirk lit her face. Something grabbed hold of the scared males ankle and began to drag him back. He would then he lifted up into the air until he hug upside down face-to-face with Sanguine. ”Though I may not be one of them, I do have my own needs. So, I think a little breakfast is in order.” Another section of her hair would wrap around the males mouth and jaw, yanking it and holding it in place while she was able to lean in and bite into his neck, piercing the skin and beginning to drain his entire body of blood rapidly, all the while her slightly audible gulps and his weakening struggling elating her hunger even more. Once she was done, she would toss his body aside like trash and lick her lips, humming like a happy child. ”Nice and warm~ Let’s see why else this town has to offer me today, shall we?” With wings sprouting out from her back, she gave one powerful push before she took off into the air, soaring over the skies of Oak Town with ample sights over Jen’s battle as it ensued, tempted to lend a hand or join her even, she wanted to see how competent of a person she brought along. If she died, then as sad as that would be, it would know the girl wasn’t up for a task like this at all.

Continuing her flight along, the silver haired slayer stopped in her tracks as she was met with some unlikely company; flying demons. Not unheard of, but nothing she really expected to see, either. ”A little birdie paid us a visit boys! Fresh smell of blood, too.” The front of the group had spoken up, leaving the other three behind him to snicker like a band of idiots. ”What’s a sweet looking thing like yourself doing in a place like this?” He asked, slowly hovering himself toward her. ”I’d saving the flirting, less you want that to be your last words.” She replied, moving one hand close to her mouth, biting into her index finger while otherwise staying still. ”Ohh, a feisty one. Maybe the boss will let us keep her as is if we brought her to-”

Splattering came as a drop of blood had been fired from the tip of her finger, piercing his skull and brain, then exiting and splattering his brains over the friends that rallied behind him. The lifeless corpse dropped out of the sky almost instantly, plummeting down to the earth where it would crash right into the ground where Jen would be fighting. ”He talked too much. Next?” Her eyes followed his body until her question had been asked aloud. The others began to cower a little, but after quickly looking over one another had gotten it into their heads to bum rush her. A grin formed on the Demi-dragoness’ face and without any hesitation, had begun to sound as though she were beginning to form a large chunk of mucus to spit out, when as it left her mouth had been a large spraying of acid. Without much thinking or preparation the right way, she stopped the spray suddenly as the dissolving bodies began to fall to the ground, but as did the leftover acid. ”Shoot!” She quickly took off towards the ground where she would tackle Jen onto the ground and covering her body with her own when the falling acid would crash down onto the ground, over top of the maid and leaving no time to even speak in the moment.

Silence. No voices spoke up in the moment after the action she took. The only sound around was the sizzling of the acid that she had laid about the area. Climbing off of the blonde, she didn’t realize what so ever that her own acid had eaten through her hair and clothes like nothing, leaving burnt skin and clothes that would begin to slide from her body. ”Well... I suppose that could have gone worse. I deeply apologize about that, but I failed to realize the physics in my attack and I simply acted.” Giving a light shaking of her head, her hair had regrown and healed quickly from her own acid burns. As did the rest of her body. ”I should have kept to a maid uniform. As least those are acid proof...” She commented, shedding the clothing off like nothing. With it, hair would wrap around her body, forming a silver colored attire. ”I guess it’s good I still am able to control my own hair as I can. But, most importantly, are you ok, Mistress Jennifer? Did I hurt you in any way? Physically at least?” She asked, her hands dusting off the blonde while waiting for the answer to assure she hopefully didn’t hurt her.

Meanwhile, groaning sounds began to fill the area, watching as a group of possessed civilians had come out of the alleys, streets, even buildings and moving slowly in towards the pair.

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Just the fact that it seemed Jennifer wasn't hurt put a small smile to her face. Being that her choice few words after was to make a lewd comment that even someone like Sanguine could understand was a bit better for the sake of conversation, however the maid just chuckled and shook her head at the girl beating herself up a little verbally. "No, ma'am. It's on me and it's my job to look after you all as it is, so consider it part of my job. Besides, acid does not affect me nearly as much, let alone my own and beyond that, pain is something I feel very little of at this point in my life. It's a blessing in some cases considering my blood magic mostly requires me to use my own open wounds to do things. However, I digress." She began to smile happily toward the blonde guild mate in a bit of a cheerful manner. "So long as you're alright, that's all that matters, is it not?" She asked, not expecting much of an answer, but it wouldn't bother her if one was given anyway.

Groans and shifting gravel in the dragging of feet brought Sanguine's attention to the backside of her mission companion. While Jen began to summon forth wolves to fight by her side, the head maids "suit" retracted away from her hands and forearms as well as her feet and legs up to her knees. The flesh would begin to shed and peel away until what was left were pure black scales, talons sharp looking enough that they could possibly carve bone like a hot knife through butter. With wings already still expanded, their appearance unscathed from the acid bath she received before, she used them like a peacock effect, gathering the attention of the horde of citizens to appear before them. Trailing them seemed to be some more wraiths much like she had previously seen in the air, helping to guide the possessed towards the pair. At least, that was the first thing that came to her mind, however they couldn't be the ones controlling them. At least not without invading the bodies themselves.

What seemed to be the easiest method of attack was to distance herself from Jen, as not to inconvenience the summoner while she set up her next move. Making no rash movements or speedy bull rushing into this group, the maid had waited for the wild woman to end up injecting herself into the fight while the possessed being still continued to work their way toward her, the wraiths held themselves back for now. After a few more steps, Sanguine felt it to be a decent place to freeze and let the enemies do the rest of the work. Moving in closer and closer, she made no attempt at any form of movement until all of the possessed few got within range. Breaking through the ground were long, silver colored chain looking lengths that connected all around until it had stopped. A dome formed of this had surrounded her and looking down, she smirked seeing a parted section of her hair burrowed into the ground. The hair made dome was transparent for quite a bit as the dome simply looked like a chained arena.

From the top of the dome came down nearly equal sized lengths of the maids ever growing hair. They wrapped around each of the possessed citizens necks and yanked them up into the air. Struggling and squirming in the air, her eyes glanced over at each of them as she began to grin mischievously at the sight. It was.. strangely satisfying to watch them all frantically trying to get free while being strangled to death. But... she was easily growing bored of it. Giving just a sigh, she snapped her fingers and the body began to descend quickly before a harsh yank up, snapping nearly in sync with one another. The strangling vines of hair retracted back into the dome surrounding her, at which time the bodies dropped to the ground and wild eyes glaring down. One on hand, she felt bad at the sight of innocent people whom done nothing wrong being used and thrown away... but there was this creeping thought in her mind that had been accruing for years. One that was beginning to change her views of people around her whom did not share the views of the guild or of herself. That side showed itself right in the eyes of each corpse. One with a lack of empathy for the weakness of the humans whom couldn't withstand the power of some weak, pathetic loser who couldn't fight their own fights.

That was the mindset the maid had become in this moment. Nothing to last, however something that would surely carry over until this whole ordeal was through.

The maid continued to remain where she stood, but she was far from over. The wraiths that looked on from the distance began to move closer and around her for that matter. Slowly surrounding the maid was a good tactic... if they wanted to die. The dome around her began to disassemble until it burrowed back into the ground and then to the hole of origin. Holding her hand out, palm side up, Sanguine had pulled blood from each of the few dead bodies around her as well as some of her own from the spaces between her scaled arm into a ball of blood colored blood. The blood would begin to float around her body and suddenly fire outward in one forceful type of explosion, hitting each of the wraiths and slicing them in half. "Erbärmliche feiglinge..." She said aloud, not caring for the fact she may have been overheard by Jen.

Translation: Pathetic cowards
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'Monster Dice' :

The small bit of carnage around her had meant nothing. She cared little for anything that the acts of her slowly deteriorating mind had its eyes lay upon. Everything was dying for one reason or another and the slayer cared little if at all for that. She had no care or worry for anything going on right now. There was a need to smoke out her for and she would do whatever it took to do so. Whether it was for the sake of the mission or to sate some growing amusement in her about the idea of slaughtering whatever, wherever mattered not to the maid. A job was a job and she made sure to put all that she was taught to use when it came to such a thing. When it came to the task at hand, Nightmare planted it in her head that those above her set these goals and one must accomplish them in order to receive any praise of accomplishment. The fact they were settling in her mind and put into act had only fueled this anger, however there was a whole portion of town to take this out on.

She had plenty of time to be able to change her ways if she chose to, but for too long had she felt that she was. Pushed away by humanity and the very world she was reared in. How could she possibly sit back in that world again just to help a few that saw the good in her? That was all erased from the moment that musician and Grim took her away. Granted, she could have tried to leave but something inside of her made her believe that she had to feel accepted. She didn’t know Grim at all then, but the woman took her in. Sure, she teased and embarrassed her while forcing her to commit heinous acts that the younger part of herself found to be unfathomable and cause to go to hell. The Sanguine now would probably see that to be a blessing in disguise, perhaps able to see her mother again. Perhaps she could soon enough, however if even she would leave her, why should she try to seek out someone whom wouldn’t want her?

Such is life. Grim’s disappearance from Helheim, both of her parents, every adopted parent that she ever had... all of it in a way began to break her in a strange way. Not even the way that the then Madison was good at with scholarly aspects of her life, she was have the interaction any normal child had. It broke her, in essence. To seek out the approval of an authority figure was among her highest point and it mattered not to her at this point who it was so long as she would be credited for it. Sanguine? She hated that name. She truly did. It was a name forced upon her and one she had spent years to only go by, that had it not of been for her unique mental traits, would by this point have never remembered her old name. Reduced to the name of an experiment like a lab rat was the last straw in her chances of retaking the possibility of human approval she seemed atop the parental or authoritarian type.

Her eyes trained upon the bodies in front of her, she kept to her own thoughts and remained still, only to feel a sharp pain pierce through her right shoulder. She made no expression, only to look down at a spear shaped shadow poking through her chest, dripping slowly with black blood. The blood slayer continued to stare, saying not a word when a deep voice spoke from behind her. With it, chains jingled and upon turning around, the sight of a demon dragging along several possessed citizens had come into her view. Standing in front of them had been a strange being. His face was that of a skull, a crown atop his head and the wardrobe of a flashy drag queen. With a small sigh, the maid grabbed hold of the spear and pulled the spear through her body until the entire length was out and then squeezed until the darkness of the whole thing burst.

“All five of you. Go kill her.”
“5? But master, why do I have to do-“
“Are you defying me, minion?”
“N-No, sir...”

A demon and this thing, the presumable lich if she had to guess came to carry a rather dark conversation. It brought her back to the first time that she went on a job with Grim. When Sanguine refused to obey anything willingly, forced to do so by that damned chip in her head. It needn’t bother her now, but it did. The feeling of powerlessness had consumed her, wrapped in anger as she appeared as though she held herself together, she waited until the first possessed human came near and grabbed him by the throat, dragging him over and then tearing their throat out, tossing it aside and then moving to the next one. A short haired woman whom also was snatched up with quick ease before a clawed hand snatched hold of her black hair, pulling so hard that the head ripped from the neck, the now decapitated body falling to the ground. She cared not for how she killed them, she was venting her anger and past frustrations. That’s how she always fought since she took it into her own hands. She pushed out this anger into a means to feel better.

Jen’s spirits came forward, warning the maid about her current angering outbreak. At this point, she had fallen silent from the festered anger needing to be let out, she simply stared quietly. They didn’t mean any disrespect in what they said and the slayer believed it. Sometimes one can get caught up in trying to warn others that they aren’t one hundred percent aware of what comes out of their mouth or how it may be interpreted by the other party. However, if Jen truly had become out of control, she didn’t care at this moment. If it meant making the job easier to let her destroy half the town... maybe she could join in destroying the other half! ”So be it.” She spoke up, coming to terms with her thought. ”We’ll level this entire damned town if it means completing this job. I have no care anymore today. I will subdue her in due time, but until then, just monitor her and make sure she doesn’t leave it.” Those were her orders, and the look of malice and authority in her slitted pupils showed she meant every word.

She turned away from the spirits, dismissing them from her sight and care now. With her back to them, she acted as though they no longer existed so they could get to the task she gave and refocus on the job at hand. Another two civilians began to ran towards her. With no care left in her anymore, the Demi-dragoness imitated the action of “hocking a luge” or just spitting up a glob of mucus. Whichever seemed to be an easier use of imagery, the head maid spat this ball out of her mouth, at which time it began to expand out, growing in size as the acidic properties recolored it a sickly green color and it hit the two civilians, knocking them back into the demon whom led them along. All three screamed as the acid began to eat away at them, slowly dissolving in the acidic pool until finally the screams stopped. Both Sanguine and the lich stared at this scene for a good moment with very different expressions on their faces.


”Peek-a-boo.” She suddenly spoke up, gaining the Lich’s attention as she swung a fist coated in the trail of blood from her wound. Making contact with his face caused the blood to explode, which left Sanguine without a scratch, however the Lich was sent back from the momentum of her fist combined with the force of the blast, cratering into the wall of a business that was right near them. The type that simply always had to have very sturdy walls to hold the building tight. ”Don’t make this boring, you pathetic excuse for a being. Ich fordere eine Herausforderung!” She shouted out, not caring how loud or conserved she had been before. The adrenaline was pumping so much for her that she wanted to continue to feed herself this feeling.

Translation note: “I demand a challenge!”

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Both of the mental fortitudes of both mages had certainly begun to show the more it ate away. Both in varying degrees of control and reasons, it seemed to be becoming that Jennifer couldn’t keep herself together when she lost control of herself, meanwhile Sanguines sat by reflecting on her past and using it to fuel that of her magical abilities. Perhaps she could end up like the blonde if she hadn’t had the constant scent of blood to keep her mind wound up in a bit of hunger. After getting through a stage of insatiable hunger, she had been able to bring herself to a more stable mindset. And in a situation such as this, it was probably a blessing that she were the one in control. Still, Sanguine had to keep herself in the game mentally. She wasn’t just here to protect that of Jen, but she had a unborn child to care for and the head maid would not let harm come to that if she could help it.

With a new mindset of being mission oriented, she had to try and push through her anger. At the very least, to refocus it and channel it into a more constructive and destructive manner in order to see that everything was done correctly. It wasn’t much to say that she was surprised to have realized the member she took to accompany her ended up succumbing to some form of a mental psychosis in a small breakdown of sorts and went off the reservation.... but it helped. It kept others busy in a way that she were able to focus on the Lich. Well, that would be the case if it were not for the Lich taking it under his own case to antagonize the blonde and incite her wrath to an immeasurable level. This dark, demonic aura of a stench radiated around her body and it had begun to almost incite fear in the Lich. What was once a cocky and all powerful being was now cowering before the punch happy blonde for mercy. All of which... only worsened.

Meanwhile, the head maid took the time to watch. She could step in and stop her, but in the long run she couldn’t see there being any need. Arms folded just under her chest, the head maid watched on with an uncaring gaze while the Lich continued to plead. The spirits of Jen’s doing the same, but instead it was towards the maid that she not have second thoughts of trying to intervene. Honestly, this was entertaining to watch to say the least and she had no issues really with wanting to step in the way of a nice show, except for some popcorn... but, a nice dead, blood filled body was a VERY good alternative! It seemed to be her lucky day as well, as a small wandering group of demons had come around, following the trail of carnage the two Errings Rising members had left and stumbled upon the maid standing by a pair of spirits that seemed to be more afraid looking than anything.

They looked to one another before mischievous grins had formed on their faces. They hadn’t been noticed and so they snuck back behind the wall while they began to whisper their plan to one another and coordinated well to ambush them. Maybe if they succeeded, the Lich would empower them for it! A few snarky chuckles left the demons as they finalized their plan and broke from their small, hidden huddle in order to execute this plan. Then, one felt something drip on its head. Then another. A second felt the same, but this one began to burn, a second following up just like before. More droplets fell to the ground between the group in one spot before they finally looked up to see what was going on. As the group would look up, the maid floated above them, her hands dripping with both blood and acid from either hand. As fire bore into one hand of the group, she simply snapped her fingers and watched as the blood on the ground and on that particular demon had exploded. Body parts, blood, and so much more splattered along the area and into the same street that Jen and the Lich were fighting in.

Moving over through the air, the maid dropped herself down next to the blonde during the pleading cries of the Lich. She had given him a beating before Jennifer’s follow up of nearly pulverizing him into non existence. One scale and talon shaped hand gently rested on the blondes left shoulder, trying to show that she was there, but more so it was to distract her. See, in her time of watching, Sanguine had been inspecting the way the Lich had moving, as if he was trying to cover up something. It reminded her of something important. ”Mistress Jennifer, step back.” She demanded, no sound of care or question in her voice. If she didn’t step back on her own, she’d be pushed back by just a step or two, wanting her to still see what was going on. ”You see, Lich’s may cower, but he’s just trying to bide his time. They can constantly come back to life should you not destroy their phylactory. Otherwise, they will regenerate and eventually, you’ll die to their hands... so, allow me to help you.”

She lied about helping, in a sense. She wasn’t going to help, she would be taking over. Her hair would begin to move and twist about until it formed into a large drill curl. Without any time to waste, she thrusted the long, curled hair into the chest and the “drill” would begin to churn. Through blood and bone churning and snapping, a shattering sound had popped up over the other sounds, at which time her hair had stopped. A scaled foot would reach up and push the corpse over. Withering away into dust, it left behind a single ring and his robed attire. With any hope, Jen would begin to calm herself down, but there was still one thing left that she had to address while they were out. Not a smirk came about as she had prepared herself for this, but she would turn to the blonde part of the way before she would deliver a swift, and hard back hand to the woman’s face. If she were caught enough off guard, she would potentially fall to the ground from the hit.


”Get a freaking grip on yourself!” She snapped, her eyes setting onto her with a near nerve pulsing glare from the amount of anger seething from the demi dragoness. She wrapped smaller parts of her hair around the wrists and ankles of Jennifer, just in the course she should try to fight back, she would only use them to pull them back and away from striking back, even one around her waist to keep her from lunging at the blood slayer. ”You listen the hell up and you listen good! You’re going to be a parent and you have that little amount of control over yourself!? You best learn to set your gosh darn priorities straight and put that child first or you’ll get one or both of you killed!” The topic was beginning to get to her, emotionally at least. Through her anger was nearly visible frustration. Seeing the way Jen recklessly fought despite her condition had hit her much differently than she thought. ”You’re going to live and love that child, and I will not sit idly by while you put the two of you at risk! So help me if you leave this child parentless, I will come to help to personally beat you so gosh darn badly you’ll never be able to move again!” The head maid would then toss the blonde a couple of feet back, letting her free and letting her hair return to its normal length. This was just so that she could be prepared should she try to attack anyway, or just give her room to breathe and regain her normal composure. ”Do I make myself clear, Jennifer?” There was still that hint of venom in her at the moment, refusing to drop the topic until the reality would hit this woman and she would see things from her perspective.

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