Act I Day

  “Alright, Bye princess call me if you need me. Thud.” Shiro left the balcony the glass and ebony wooden framed doors closing themselves with those ridiculous iron springs, the paranoid guard installed them a few days ago.

  “A waste of iron.” I muttered before going back to my drink as Lizel continued with her workout, the animal’s scent overwhelming if not for autumn breeze.

  “What iron?” Lizel said confused, as she finished her leg curls.

  “Nothing, do you really not plan to help Shiro?” I asked curious why the smitten weregirl wasn’t trying to be with the boy.

  “Ha! Don’t need to, we have a date in the next full moon! Promised to show me what a true werewolf should look like.” Lizel said smiling brightly and then her noise started sniffing.

  A true werewolf? Does Shiro know about the Primal Moon wolves? That large wolf ghost he summoned did look strangely familiar.

  “Ehh. . . do you think Shiro noticed my smell?” She said as her cheeks turning red.

  “Ha ha! Silly girl do you think that would stop that boy if he really wants you?” I said, as she turned even redder before leaving with a huff.

  “Flugga (Your cruel princess).” My very first servant said, admonishingly.

  “Oh can it. . .” I stopped as I heard the wings of a bat and looked towards the shade of my roof.

  “Rikka? are you spying?” I said to no one as I shrugged it off and returned to my book.

  She can watch as much as she wants, but honestly I’m not that interesting a target, atleast for now. I smiled at the thought.

  Act II Visit from the night

  “Tung, tung, tung. . . Huh, Shiro is taking his sweet time?” Lizel said as I looked at the ringing of the grandfather clock, it’s already 9.

  I turned and saw Lizel doing weighted squats in front of the tv showing one of those human movies. . . it was something about spiders.

  “It’s odd, do you think the boy’s going through his rebellious stage?” I said smiling at my own joke, an old monster like that would never do something so childish.

  “Ha! Maybe princess Seraphim’s charmed him more than you did princess.” Lizel said laughing as she continued her exercise.

  “Thump. Evening princess I came with news.” Rikka came from the doors of the balcony opening it widely.

  The entrance was dramatic, as Lizel turned ready for battle, her arms clawed and furred.

  “Damn, what did you come here for blood slut!” Lizel barked at the vampire.

  “Oh, princess is it alright that you have a wild bitch in your home?” Rikka shot back, her smile sweet, towards me.

  “What!?” Lizel said angered at the insult.

  “Enough! what news do you bring, is it Shiro again?” I asked a little concern as I stood up, my eyes looking at the other side of the room, seeing pieces of his broken little armor, bag of tricks and gun. . . did he really forget his things? again?

  “Princess your beloved little sister is under siege by vampires of the lower cast.” She said her eyes focused on me, looking for something.

  “Wait is Shiro fighting?” Lizel asked her face telling me how open she was with her emotions.

  “Rikka, tell me why would you tell me this? What do you want?” I asked, as I bluntly want to know why this little schemer, would warn me instead of joining those vampires on feeding on my sister, and kidnapping my guard.

  “I don’t want anything, atleast not for now. . .” She started pausing before hanging her head back and with sigh continued.

  “But if you must know, I don’t want anyone else having a taste of the royal blood before I do.” She finished her blood red eyes shifting around the room, not meeting our eyes.

  Act III Siege

  I was bred and raised for war, ever since I can remember I have heard of the newest incarnation of our ancestral god Heracles, the son of the spartan lord Amphitryon and lady Alcmene. . . godson of Zeus the father of all that speak of Homers saga.

  He was Herron the white wolf King of Sparta. . . and now I fight for him.

  “Back you beasts! Thud! Thud! Thud!” The monsters where large, strong, yet ridiculously stupid and clumsy as I stabbed a couple on there legs making them all tumble and fall there ugly spider like heads on the wall of thorns.

  “Everyone! Rally and square!” An old command as I felt my body started moving even before I realize it was the white wolf’s voice.

  I moved back up with five others on my side stabbing and pushing away what looked to be one of the commanders of this monstrous tide, there black powder weapon weak there skill with the cavalry sword even weaker.

  “Ahhh!” She had yelled like a siren, as three spears stabbed her mount bringing it to Hades, as two others stabbed at her chest but then she jumped off the dead beast and mounting another, away from our spears.

  “Some... say I have no direction, that I'm nothing but the light of a firestorm. . .” I heard singing as I felt incredible heat bellowing on my back, as I look around.

  Arrows of fire rained from behind us, volley after volley, much like how those of the land of east fight with there torrential arrows, with so many archers the very sun was bloated . . .

  "Ha ha ha! let us fight in the shade sisters!" One of the older ones of our order yelled as all answered her.

  "Aho! Aho! Aho!" we all yelled as we bang at our shield which seemed to only annoy the beasts making them charge through the arrows.

  The pressure of the monsters abated, as they backed away from the flames, it wasn’t enough to kill but I saw many scream in pain, jumping and flying away from us, after many turned pincushioned.

  But as they retreated, something from there flank was flung towards me, I raised my shield.

  “Splat. . .” A wet sound of something solid struck my shield it made it vibrate but then I felt it release the kinetic strength of the object.

  I looked down at the object and saw that it was the head of one of those war leaders of this monstrous warband.

  Act IV Aftermath

  The skirmish ended quickly when princess Komiko, Lizel and Flanna came and fucked this pathetic attack on it’s ass. . . I wish I had my bag or I would have ended this before they even got here.

  “Alright Spartans, go and help with the corpses, I’ll hear of your prayers and give your boons after.” I said to the 18 kneeling and 2 injured women, some where of darker and lighter olive skin but all had dark copper hair.

  “We obey our lord the White Wolf of Sparta!” They said as I administered first aid to the already healing injured Spartans, who was unlucky and got themselves surrounded and shot by blunderbuss grape shot. . . atleast I know my genetic meddling wasn't bred out of them yet.

  “White wolf? And Lord? Didn’t I say you shouldn’t summon armies Shiro.” I heard a familiar voice, her tone was between admonishment and amusement.

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  “I panicked princess! And I didn’t have my weapons!” I said trying to excuse myself, even though I was really just experimenting and found a good opportunity to try a larger summoning spell.

  “Sigh. . . I believe you Shiro, but now what would you do with them? Surely you don’t expect me to take on.” She looked towards the spartan women and even the two who was already walking, there wounds partially healed, and there companions dragging them away.

  “20 Amazonian warriors? I have read of them before, warrior women, descendants of the Hellenic mountain gods, I just didn’t believe they still exist in the human realm.” The princess said curiosity on her tone.

  “No princess, there my responsibility and even if I wanted to they can’t stay.” I said as I showed the princess, a long spear tattoo on my arm that was disappearing, turning fader by the minute.

  “There temporary, let’s talk more later princess I need to offer them there rewards for accepting my summons.” I said as I walked towards the Spartans, as I took the bag Flanna carried all the way here.

  “Come Spartans of the order of the Crimson Cape, let me hear your prayers.” I said loudly as the Spartans looked over to me, and picked up there spears and shield and red plumed helms.

  They were now around me in a lose circle, They looked at me as I looked into there eyes, some where of the earth, others of salt, and one looked of the ocean.

  “I’m in a weaken state as you can see, I can only offer you my blessing of fertility to safely bare strong children, of youth until a century, and of the destiny of love and peace.” I said seating on one of the large spider monster corpse, as they sat on the ground listening to me.

  Many nodded understanding my words, which gave my heart peace, as that meant the world I left understood the legacy I left them with.

  “I ask for fertility my lord.” One of the earthen eyed one said, I nodded.

  “Who else wants this blessing?” I asked and 10 of the Spartans raised there hands, the one who asked included.

  “I understand, here, form a line and walked towards me.” I said taking out a bottle from my bag and poured it’s green thick fluid into a bowl and waited for the women.

  “Please lift up your bronze-skirts.” I said to the one in front of me, as she did so and the others watched.

  She was well muscled, her thighs thick, smooth and tanned, her abbs well toned yet still soft to my touch, it made me remember more of my past than I would admit, she was shifting in nervousness so I did my work.

  I took some of the green liquid from the bowl into my fingers and made a simple circle on the first woman's lower belly, as I sang a song of a child given to a river, and raised by those who had built the great tombs of the sands.

  “Your now blessed child, be mindful of your partner alright?” I said with a smile as the woman in her late 20s blushed, as she disappeared in a flicker of green flames.

  The other nine was given the same treatment, and word of wisdom and encouragement, before I gave them back to the world I plucked them from.

  I was left with ten as one with the salt colored eyes spoke next.

  “I want to be ageless my lord.” She said confident, in her choice, and 4 others stood with her.

  I nodded and put away the green liquid partially filled bowl of elder wood ash, succubus tears and dryad sap.

  And took out another bottle, and this time it was crimson, the one who spoke was the first one to come forward and she was immediately undressing, showing me her pale olive breast and thighs, as her bronze armor gave her quit the pleasing tan lines.

  I shook my head at the older woman in her 30s.

  “That’s not necessary my child, here, kneel a little.” I said as she looked confuse but did what I asked.

  I drew a small triangle on her forehead as I sang a song of the man that had live through it all, from the wilds of the stone age to the era were humanity used stars as batteries.

  “Remember girl, life isn’t worth living alone.” I said with a faint smile, she tried saying something but before she could she and her equipment disappeared with a flick of a red fire candle.

  The four others followed soon, each of them I gave a warning of not wasting the extra time I’m giving them and not to overwork themselves.

  I looked at the last five, two had salt eyes, two earth eyes and the ocean eyed one, all five where much younger than those who first came before them.

  Four stood, leaving the ocean eyed one after a embracing goodbye from them, unlike those before them had done.

  “We ask for peace and love White wolf.” A salt eyed girl in her late teens said her voice shaken.

  I nodded as I brought out a pouch of purple dust.

  “Then come here girls, I know your era is anything but peaceful, but there would be a time that it would become peaceful. . . enjoy your peace, but remember only the strong can keep peace and keep your love ones safe.” I said as wisely as I could with my current body, as I’ve learned that lesson to many times, as I looked each of the girls in there eyes, as I threw a handful of dust at each of them.

  They coughed at the dust, but they all smile and spoke of there gratefulness, before each disappeared into a spark of purple light, leaving only the ocean eyed girl that met my amber eyes.

  “I want to stay my lord, to be your guardian in this incarnation of you.” She said her pose unflinching as I stood and placed my hands on her shoulder.

  She was much taller than I was, well muscled too but still with the physic of a woman, maybe she was even taller than Lizel, but I can feel her shake at my casual touch, as she really was still a girl in her late teens.

  “I cannot keep you here Spartan, you know of the lore, I summon you to do a task, and that you would need to leave once I give you my blessing as a reward, you will return as if waking from a dream.” I said reaffirming part of the legacy I left them the part I can I still use.

  “I am of house Heraklion, of clan Agiad. . . my ancestors stayed with you my lord the longest, and my ancestors left us, there children to say this when we meet you. ‘You bastard! You still owe me! You think that I had fun Fucking that Ogre pussy for you?! No! So do as my granddaughter say!” I stood shocked as the spartan girl spoke in broken Orcish, rather than her perfect Hellenic.

  “I’m sorry my lord, we don’t understand our great grandfathers message, but my father told me it was important to memorize it word by word and tell it to you. . . can I ask what the message mean?” She asked the last part as she bowed her bronze helmed head.

  “Sigh. . . No, I can’t tell you but, I accept your request, you will stay but I’m no lord in this incarnation, so please call me Shiro.” I said as I took off her helm, and held my other hand to her.

  “I-I my name is Hellen, and I thank you for accepting me. . .” She said shakenly, happily taking my hand kissing it as she kneeled, and then started singing a prayer to the goddess Hestia and Hera.

  Act V Princess

  It was still quiet the sight, seeing him using his magic. . . I still can’t believe a true sorcerer would serve me, but fate is a fickle thing, good thing I trusted myself after she said my simple whim will win me the war.

  “Alright stop now, and go help with the maids Hellen, will talk more later.” He said to the young Amazonian warrior, she nodded happily and went to help pile the corpses.

  He then looked towards us, as I stood next to my sister and Lizel, while the androids worked to pile the corpses of the vampiric spiders, which Shiro might be interested in, from how hungry he is for materials.

  I had already paid him almost a month of a quarter of my holdings wealth, to satisfy his needs for material he could use in his magic.

  “Sister? Can I ask who those Amazonians that came and helped us are?. . . they just, appeared.” Little Sera asked, as I felt she was still recovering by the shock of seeing Shiro . . . break my request of not summoning armies.

  “Hello girls, and thanks for coming Princess Komiko, Lizel, even with my spells, I was at my limit.” He lied as I saw his chest, his arcane circuits burnt into his skin, as it was being healed by my eternal flame.

  “Idiot! Told you not to fight the blood suckers alone!” Lizel said softly punching the boy on his chest making him take a step back.

  “Ha ha ha, sorry Lizel, but they came out of nowhere! Also how did you know we where even in trouble?” He asked confused, as he looked up trying to find someone.

  “Your guess is right Shiro, Rikka came to us warning of a bunch of lower cast vampires aiming for your blood price.” I said to him making Sera jump at the word.

  “Blood price! What did you do Shiro? Why would a vampire lord place a blood price on you! And why haven’t you paid it off Sister!” Sera said panic in her voice as her body shook, her masked calm cracking.

  But then Shiro placed a hand on her head, and patted her, I felt something as I saw how quickly it calmed down Sera.

  “It’s fine Princess Sera, I wanted the blood price, because of it I can get more of these for free.” Shiro said smiling, as he showed a glass bottle filled with six bloody fangs.

  “Vampire fangs? Why would you want them. . . are you a collector Shiro?” Sera now calm asked curiously.

  “No, I use them to make weapons.” He said pocketing his price for tonight’s fight.

  “Shiro, I see you left one.” I said looking towards the Amazonian dragging a corpse and throwing it into the pile.

  “A friend in a past life called in a favor, I wasn’t able to refuse. . . I would need to do a ritual though, or else she can’t stay more than a few days here.” He said looking at the spear tattoo on his arm, it was disappearing much much slower than earlier.

  “Also princess Sera, I’ll get you a new spear, sorry for turning the other one into dust.” Shiro said apologizing, to little Sera kneeling to her height.

  “Ha! It’s fine Shiro I can just buy another one. . . but you can pay me back with another date!” She said trying to pull on Shiro’s guilt to get her another play date.

  “Of course princess.” He said easily agreeing with a smile.

  “Shiro, tell me is twenty your limit?” I asked quiet concern that he might summon a real army sooner than I would expect, base on how fast his magic was growing.

  “Yes and no, it depends on how powerful the people or things I’m summoning and what things or people I can sacrifice. . . and how many will answer my summoning.” Shiro explained.

  Which sounded about right, he explained it to me months ago, how his real magic works, on how it works with the concept of equivalent exchange and that sentient beings can refuse being summoned.

  “So Shiro, can you summon me?” It was Lizel who asked, her hand on her head actually thinking, which was a surprise and it was a good idea that Shiro can summon us if where in danger or if his in danger.

  “Maybe? I already made a summoning totem and gave it the princess.” He said motioning to me, which I nodded to Lizel. . . but actually I lost his trinket months ago, I think it’s in one of my drawers, it’s been awhile since I saw it.

  “It looks like this, right now it can summon me if you broke it.” Shiro said pulling out small card made of white wood, with his name written inside a rune.

  “Here, you two can have one, but be careful with them, it takes me awhile to make one.” Shiro then gave one to Seraphim and Lizel.

  “Can you make one that can summon me?” Lizel asked while she looked over the trinket which looked more well made than the one he gave me.

  “Maybe? I need to do a minor ritual, and I need something you consider precious. . . and I need to give you a rune tattoo.” He said while looking over the corpse pile, I can see the greed in his eyes. . . he kept saying that arcane mana was poor here but life mana was ridiculously rich, I still understand what he meant when he explained both things.

  While I saw Lizel turning red by his words, the girl really does have a crush on my little servant.

  “Ha ha ha! Shiro do as Lizel wished, before you start collecting your loot.” I told him, before taking Sera with me and asking Frannel to grab us some chairs and tea so we can watch while they worked.