Banished Legacy [Rich & Eteru]

Hearing about Ismael's past employment she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, this power of his way interesting to be sure but it would seem that this 'necessity' in ploughing female clients may be exaggerated since no such step was needed for the male clients. Though to his credit he did say that it was only partly so. Even so. She gave him a coy smirk that spelled disbelief "Oh yes, I'm sure it was truly necessary to have them paint every close surface with their joy." She was somewhat annoyed that he led such a life before this and had untold amounts of partners before her but she'll have to have him pay for that later. She looked down for a moment, feeling his hand on her side before she listened to him continue on.

The Swarm wars...? Mm.. Is that what they dubbed the conflict with my controlled Zerg and Zether's birthed Firstborn? Interesting.

She listened intently as her tail moved around them, her tail loosely wrapping around his leg and rubbing along it. From the sounds of it he got forcibly drafted in the Civil War. Poor dear. Though hearing that he laid a dragoness, she raised an eyebrow high to this. From what recon was done of them, and her own experience against one, that was quite the achievement. Besides herself of course, easily trumping such a Dragoness. "You humans and your fascination with sticking you sword into every exotic sheathe you can find. One of these days you'll find one you won't be able to draw from to continue in search of another.." She says before her gaze shifts to the side, now that wasn't a terrible idea. Though now was her turn to ask the questions. Well she may as well get the most important thing out of the way.

She brought up her finger and slowly slithered it down his chest as she looked to him, resting the finger over his heart. "This power of yours... I've seen similar powers but never as depraved as this. Even being able to exert itself over me of all things. Truly a cheeky power for horny mortals such as yourself~ But I want to understand it... What is it?"

He gave a grin to her tease but his gaze shifted to the side. A shadow dances across it. Dark memories briefly spark in the back of his mind. “Heheh, all that mattered is that they all prospered in their own ways. It’s the least I can do.” It’s all he can do. Was what he wanted to say. But that may tip her off to something about him that he doesn’t feel like sharing yet. Alas it would seem she was already going after that trail. Giving a glance down to her finger over his heart. “Hoh? It’s nothing too special.” The most obvious lie ever been told but he wanted to stall enough to come up with a way to phrase it. “Really, it’s not all that impressive. Our fight largely came down to luck and surprise. I didn’t directly control you, in a sense I shifted the different flows of your energy into certain directions to produce the effects I wanted.” He gave a shrug.

Despite Ismael seemingly downplaying his feats. Erox would tell this was coming from someplace else than actual truth. Someone who had experienced a moment of the sublime. He was silent for a few seconds before responding. “There’s another like me, He’s a sort of kindred soul. We came from different backgrounds yet hold a dark power that bear similarities. But that similarities only stop at the fact it both comes from someplace...unholy.” He took another pause. “We both met during the Civil War. And our superiors put us against each other for a friendly spar. That is, what they said and not the obvious reason. It was to see how our power would react to each other.” He didn’t know what he expected when he faced him out in the field. There wasn’t much he knew who he was in general really. Seeing that he had white hair as well made him briefly consider if anyone had survived that day. That somehow someone survived. But he knew it wasn’t that. It was impossible for two vessels to exist for one soul of that nature.

The overseers signaled the match. And he saw the face of Hell. The memory made his body shiver unintentionally. “If I was a mere human sinner. Then he was the Devil. To describe the gap between us is to compare a grain of sand to a hypergiant. Experience, refinement, willpower, prowess, merit. He had it all in spades. The one thing that stood out to me was despite how much he was channeling, he never once lost control of it. He was perfectly in sync with it.” Meanwhile he is a slave to the whims of the darkness inside of him. Safe to say that he greatly admired that man. But he also felt inferior to him. It was clear he had spent a long time enhancing his control and skill over the darkness that reside in him. A polar opposite to him.

Ismael let out a sigh. Rubbing the back of his head. “Compared to him I’m nothing more than child play.” He looked back at her. That was probably enough to sate her curiosity for now. “So what’s your gig like? I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time getting to know it all.” A tease for he wa a bit of fan to come up with ways to have sex in unorthodox places.

As she listened to the whole tale he had to weave for her, noting his unwillingness but not withholding the story from her, only one thought stood out amongst the rest. This other user of esoteric energies is dangerous. Perhaps too dangerous... She even noted the involuntary shiver he made upon recalling the experience. The bout must have been something truly traumatising for it to have left such a mark.

To be in complete sync with this other side, the other one must be powerful... I can't help but want them dead seeing as Ismael himself feels inferior towards him and he did this to me...

She wasn't very impressed that he switched topics so quickly, the tease not helping to soften the blow he had already made, assuming a thirst for knowledge like hers could truly ever be satisfied by dancing around her question and bringing up his inferiority complex for some other man who is far off somewhere and not here, she was bordering on a scowl as she looked down at him but sighs softly, resigning to carefully flick his forehead for being so rude. "I don't like that you chose to dance around my question Ismael dear, you have your reasons to do so very likely and I will respect them. But we will be returning to this topic in the future."

She softened the new blow to his forehead with a kiss, she wasn't heartless. Just annoyed that he would choose to out himself as pathetic in her glorious presence. "The next time I hear you berating yourself and comparing yourself to some pathetic devil husk who isn't even here, I won't stand by and let you. You're my mate, a position that not some nobody can hold. If you forget that I will be very cross with you." She says, reminding him of his achievements as he pulls him into her perfect bosom, pulling him between them with a smile warming her face once more.

Though now she had to think about how to answer his question. There was quite alot to try and cover after all given her vast experience across the stars. "My 'gig' as you call it, was as a conqueror, that that had an Empire beneath me spanning tens of galaxies, hundreds of star clusters. I had appointed myself as the Universe's champion for diversity in an ever expanding Universe. Strong races who endured me got to live, procreate and become stronger for having survived, being worthy of such. Weak races, just taking space and polluting the universe perish. Your typical raider races, those bloated with xenophobic intent and toxic views of grand self importance were wiped clean so new life could take hold on their worlds."

"I understand that this galaxy likes to shy away from the opportune solution until it gives them no other choice. Like your people's dealing with the Zerg. You possess powerful Psionics that could have easily pacified them no? Yet your leaders chose to purge them and take hold of the scraps of Zerg that were left... Taming them and changing them to how they saw fit... I see that as no less than what I was doing really. Taking care of the undesirables and waste of the universe and making sure strong races with a grander view of the galaxy survive..."

She stops herself as she looks down to her lover, gauging his response as she already knew that the people of Iammelon would deny their similarities seeing as she has a far greater history of 'gauging the worthy' as she put it. "Though you accept weaklings into your Nebula, weaknesses that will fester and cause ruin one day... If not by me, then certainly with time. Hmm... I suppose I can't think like that now."

Erox was growing tired of the heat surrounding them, while it wasn't too much she was growing antsy just standing here. "[b]Perhaps we should go for a walk while Rama handles getting your ship settled.[b]" Stepping away she awaits for him to get changed while she remains in her naturally exposed splendour, a hide that endure the harshness of space knows no shame after all. She would start to leave the bathhouse and re-enter the main chamber, the pair of them standing on a large platform with many closed storefronts overlooking the large lake and numerous gardens beneath them. His ship was on a large platform to their left with it conveniently connected to theirs.

smael let out a sigh after she gave him a hug. “I suppose I’m being unfair in trying to delay it. Especially when I had brought up your mistakes like that.” He paused. How long was it ago now? Did that place still exist? His gaze drifted off to the side. “I was born into a cult. I remember...that they were well off. Had a whole private neighborhood all to themselves. It was nice. Everything was clean. There were even a few nice little shops. I liked the store that sold stuffed animals. It had a lot of different kinds. I think I got a lion.” At the moment it would seem that Ismael had nothing but good memories. But if Erox knew her psychology she would know that is a red flag. Children that are raised in cults typically have warped memories of what actually happened. So used to being abused that they either become desensitized and/or traumatic events are instead misremembered as something seemingly innocent.

He was out of there long enough to come to grasp that everything wasn’t sunshine and rainbows. But the mind is a complicated organ of the body. “I had a lot of siblings. Mainly sisters. We played a lot together. Cared for each other when our elders weren’t around. The neighborhood had a neat little park that we went to play with the other children. There was an elder there who taught us a lot of fun games and events. We learned how to paint as well. A lot of them really like to paint. Especially on each other.” Erox would strangely be reminded of the strange tattoos on his body that seem to move and sink beneath the skin out of view. “I really liked painting my sisters. It was fun.”

Talking about his past doesn’t seem to bother him as it did at the start. He seemed relaxed. Reliving pleasant memories that seem real to him. “There was this one older sister of mine I really liked. She liked to hug and sometimes rock me for a long while. And she often complained when an elder called either of us to go do something. Then one time I didn’t see her again. My mom told me she went to the store to get milk and that calmed me down knowing she’ll be back soon. There’s a dairy store at the edge of town that a lot of people liked to go to. And it was quite a trek to get to.”

He then rubbed the back of his neck. Thinking back to an important memory. The night he left the compound. “I was ten when I last saw the place. A strange night. It was really cold out. Snow was even on the ground when I went into our church. After that I found myself in a deep and big hole. Large enough for a rescue helicopter to come in and get me. I was taken into a hospital where I would then be claimed by the CPS. It was confusing really. No one let me go home. Instead they put me through the system. I didn’t do well in that so I ran away.”

A tinge of confusion went across his face. Perplex why he had said these were bad memories at the beginning. He supposed he was just missing home a lot. “It was rough living on the streets after that. I can get really sick a lot if I don’t pay attention to my body.” By now he noticed they have walked back out into the main chamber. “I was wondering. What’s your place like?”

When he started to tell her about his past she was surprised that he was willing to do so when she gave him the option to do so later. Though she did make it pretty set in stone... Rather insensitive but she was curious. Her expression stayed largely neutral as he started to explain the... Suspect nature of his childhood.

Clear since of indoctrination.. It seems that, at least subconsciously, he wanted to never bring up these programmed memories of his. He knows the truth behind these fabrications, but can't recall it over the fakes.

She keeps listening as they walk through the abandoned streets of this once prosperous economic centre amongst the lush Eden all around them. Seeing the conflict in his face... It was a strange sensation. But a familiar one. One that led her to saving hopefuls just like him... It was on streets like those that she plucked one of her champions from and raised them to greatness as one of her best. The deeper picture here was a gruesome one, the nature of the tattoos, the dairy store, the toy store and especially the hole he found himself in... It certainly came together.

Well it isn't difficult to gather that he was seen as a failure even after coming so far... And thrown away to die in the cold. A fate that must have befallen this 'older sister' if she truly existed. This programming is extensive. Removing it will do more harm than good... But he already knows the truth deep down...

Some deeper worries started to plague her now as she rubbed at the warmth settling in her womb, how deep did this corruption sit. How far would this programming go to paint the world in this cult's light... A secondary goal was becoming clear. One dwelling in a desire to see this group destroyed... If it wasn't already gone. For now... She will think on ways to helping him with this inner demon that traumatises him, while thinking on the other demon within him. Her expression brightened as she drew close to him, wrapping her arms around him and bringing her into her warmth. "It sounds peaceful, perhaps one day you'll be able to find them again. I would love to... Acquaint myself with the people that brought up my mate."

"My place? Well my current abode is a nebulous pocket dimension under my sway. The space spans out like a planet made flat, though it does have floating islands here and there that house various... Artefacts, items of interest... Bio-soldiers..." She says as she looks down to him as she realises something. "Though I suppose you would have access to those now. If you ever feel the need to have some extra muscle on your side other than me~"

Ismael let him be embraced once more. The sensation of their nude flesh pressing against each other fan a fire in his gut. Sliding his own arms around her he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. Breathing in her neck as he tightened his hold. His mouth went north seeking her lips. Locking onto them with fervor. Hands sensually rub all over her body. Savoring the feel of the texture of her sleek scales beneath his sliding palms. Tongue briefly wrangling with her own before breaking free to speak. “Heh, they’re not important anymore. It’s been a long time. All I need to focus on is who I’m holding in my arms.” He sealed those words with another kiss. This time with more passion.

He wanted to make cute noises from her but didn’t feel he was in the mood like before. His curse was a chassis to his unstable mind. If he were anyone else he wouldn’t be as relaxed. Giving Erox one last nuzzle he stepped away to let her have space. “Ah that’s right, I suppose I do.” Safe to say he hadn’t thought that far ahead yet. Up to this point he had been rolling with the punches. Letting out a sigh he glanced to the side in thought. He’ll definitely need to put this in the report to his handler later and wait for her input on what he should do. “Then why don’t we go there? We could make a nice little home all to ourselves that no one can reach.” He paused when a thought came to him. “Hn, I might as well be open about this now. But my sole means of sustenance is sexual energy.”

There was a debate raging in his head in how much he should truly express about his emotions. Because it was likely he could make Erox feel bad. Any partner would if they knew that he actually doesn’t like sex. There’s just no value in it in his eyes. “If I don’t take it often. I can get really sick.” By sick he meant the degradation of his sanity at the claws of the curse. To which it then would take over his body when he’s weak enough to make him feed. With him thrown to the back seat to be powerless to stop the sadism. No sane person can live with that shame. Unfortunately, his curse is really good at healing the brain when a bullet goes through it. “‘So...I would like to see these bio-soldiers. Not that I’m saying you’re not enough. Heavens no. It’s just that I don’t want to take away all your personal time. You are your own person after all. I can’t expect us to have fun every second of the day.”

Erox still kept the new information she was piecing together fresh in her mind as she indulged her base desire for contact, shocks of pleasure still spark and reach deeply into her soul as she feels the all too welcome sensation of his warm palms exploring her perfect star speckled hide. She even allows herself the selfish moment to enjoy the warmth of his tongue filling her mouth and lightly wrestling against her own as they exchange another fluid in the growing list of such. That closing line of his tugged at a very old and desired string in her heart, that  earned him an uncharacteristic purr in her throat before he pulled away.

The offer to just build a place for themselves in her private realm certainly pleased her, though she could feel that he had connections elsewhere. To whoever now owned him as it were... She had the feeling that she may need to meet them eventually. "Making a nice little get away wouldn't be so bad. I suppose I should know the kind of lifestyle and living space you're comfortable with, I'm rather adaptive if I do say so but I have no real attachment to tastes. I did just live in a nebulous vacuum before you so boldly changed my body to this alluring shape." She says as she pressed the bountiful orbs on her chest together with a smirk.

The line of sexual energy being his sole source of nourishment peeked her interest yet it was not an unforeseen situation. Lust was the sole reason he was able to overpower her in the first place, she felt it and experienced it first hand... Though now she got further confirmation as she was told that without it he will become 'sick'. This now completed an earlier puzzle she had, the reason for his business. The female clients fuelling his sanity and holding the beast within at bay... So what happened before? The flare of esoteric energies before he subsided to this gentler personality... Was he backed up as it were? An amusing thought in a rather bleak situation, one that was a dime a dozen for one such as her. "This... Completes some puzzling things about you my dear. It does sadden me slightly that you can't take greater joy from this, even with someone such as me. Though it does serve as... A sort of encouragement. It just means I will have to work on a way of helping you... Hmm..."

A thought crosses her mind, a drastic thought that most would find unthinkable on a moral standpoint. But one that was readily available to her, being who she was. "If you are bound by this gnawing need for sexual energy... Must you be the one to supply it? Can the energy of the act not be fed on in some other medium...? Say, if I were to make some sort of planetary battery...? One constantly fuelling you, removing the need for you to worry about your sanity vanishing to the beast within. All you ned focus on from then would be your freedom to enjoy, to love, to be loved?" She says as she looked to him, he would no doubt be hoping that she was joking. But with everything she's told him, it may very well be possible... And she appeared to be serious to some extent.

"Something to think on love." She let that hang there while she moved on, getting to his desire to see the Bio-soldier she previously mentioned. It was simple enough to produce one, she had an inexhaustible supply. Well, previously so, she would have enough for a very long time yet unless the supply was destroyed. But such a thing was unlikely when the facilities that housed them were within her realm. His desire to see them must be as a way to fuel his own mental state, she didn't see the logic in it. They were unflinching foot soldiers at best, and meat shields at their worst. "Then see them you shall my dear~"

With an effortless snap of her fingers a tear opened  in space to deposit one before them. He had seen some on his way, and all them had a sort of variety about them, they were all different in some day besides a certain uniformity.. This Bio-soldier was a vaguely humanoid homunculus of sorts with grey skin and being largely featureless besides the large black lined that zig and zag across their body in a way that seem almost mechanical. In fact these were mana circuits of sorts that are permanently etched into the muscle and skin fibres. "It has taken me several centuries to get them this far but I dare say they aren't quite perfect yet. Still they are quite a versatile pawn, highly programmable and mailable. All they need is a species template and they will change to suit that genetic template that can be remotely improved upon, everything from their basic physical limitations to their personality and psychological profile and even their overall appearance can be changed or swapped out within a certain extent. They aren't well suited for anything too technical or exceptional like prolonged infiltration or fighting Sin's... "

“A...planetary battery?” Ismael cock his head. Perplexed at the suggestion. It seemed so over the top. He suppose a planet in her eyes is nothing more than a hunk of rock. The one of trillions and trillions more that she once held dominion over. From that perspective he wouldn’t blame her. But would find it rather sad. The grandeur of creation is not something the mind can truly comprehend. That aside he doesn’t know how to process what she said either. But the answer bubbled up to his chest regardless. “I feel that’s a bit much. But that doesn’t mean we can’t try something.” There was a lot about his curse he doesn’t know yet. So anything is possible.

Ismael appraised the Bio-soldiers. Not out of a perverse nature but genuine analysis. To say the least he was rather impressed. He is usually the sort that doesn't get to see fantastical stuff because he prefers a sense of calm normalcy in his life. That went out the window when he was drafted in the Civil War. “They’re pretty neat.” Was as much his awestruck brain could formulate. “They can turn into anyone huh…” A certain industry would become billionaires if they had this technology. “You know, with your new doctrine and all that. These Bio-soldiers can be repurposed into something beneficial for society that could make it grow. Just a thought.”

From her perspective it really wasn't much of an issue, what was one world in the face of the countless others that surround countless stars in the sky. It would be of no real loss in the grand schemes of the universe. Seeing him being unable to grasp the full scale of it wasn't that surprising, he had lived a selfish life centred around personal survival for so long, an existence she didn't dislike but one she wouldn't indulge. Though to hear that he would be willing to try something~ meant that she had more opportunities to broaden his mind to horizons he had thought impossible. If she could help him get a handle on this power, control it,  it would prove to be most beneficial... And more selfishly she could see a truly satisfied look on his face after they bone and know he wasn't putting on a face for her.  "Well we'll think on it then dear~ I'm sure we'll find a way that suits you best."

To hear him call her creations 'neat' was rather underwhelming to what it took to accomplish making them reach this high... Still she had a satisfied look on her face as she puffed out her chest. "Well of course. I made them after all. Far sturdier than any soldier you'll find in a normal army."

Hearing him start to go through the motions of thinking on the fact that they can mimic appearances sparked some dark hopes before he mentioned her new doctrine. The good her bio-soldiers could do was starting to cross her mind now that he made mention of it, although she was at first dismissive of it.  "They're soldiers... But... I suppose with some changed they could be fitting in other areas... Like being wet nurses, care givers... With my boundless experience I could help countless children. Or young couples incapable of procreating naturally... "