Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Song of Elegance

Unlike Pallorn and Tardi, Varda didn't have a good time. She occasionally sneaked a glance at their steamy action, hoping to get a taste of it sooner or later. It looked fun and rewarding, contrary to what she was doing. As the battle dragged on, she only felt angrier and more frustrated. Senan, a self-proclaimed mage, was a complete failure as a traditional mage, a disgrace.

Despite his age and wealth, he couldn't cast a single powerful spell and only rely on pre-made scrolls and rings. If not for his practical experience and wealth, she would have crushed him long ago. When she locked him down with her spells, he would have five more scrolls and accessories to save him.

"Old Man, why don't you just die?" she said. "You think that if you drag this on, someone will come?"

Senan didn't answer. He touched the rings on his fingers and generated more heat projectiles. They spun around him and shot towards Varda. They clashed against her twisting vines and her ice spikes, exploding into a puff of mist that covered the surrounding. Losing sight of Senan, Varda scanned the area and sent her magic to disrupt the priests, who were channelling their power.

Though they were weaker than her, she was alone. Her power was limited while her enemies could take turn to recover. She also couldn't let the fight go on for too long. When Pallorn fell, she released her holy power to the world. It exploded towards the sky, turning into a beacon that invited everyone to witness her grace. Bad news.

"Time to end this." She made up her mind and concentrated her power. "I want to capture you alive, but it seems time is running short."

She flicked her tail against the ground. The impact created a rift, where water oozed out and formed a puddle beneath her. She raised her hands and commanded her power, creating countless slimy tendrils from it. It was a spell she created by observing  Iris and mimicked her movement.

"Sis Iris, you can't hear this, but I'm a step closer to knowing you intimately."

Gracefully, Varda pointed at the sky. The water tendrils shot upward into a cage, where she felt secure as if Iris was around her, protecting. Satisfied, she abruptly pulled her hands down, bending the tendrils groundward. They shot at the followers and Senan. Their speed instantly ignited the atmosphere.

Like a downpour, the tendrils split into droplets, landing everywhere, soaking the Soul Tree, punctuating through the ground and the priests' barriers. No matter how they channelled their spells and hid behind their paladin's shield, the downpour was unending and eventually overwhelmed them, cutting their body, piercing their skin.

"As expect, I only need Sis Iris with me," Varda whispered and hugged herself, soaking in the water she created. "If you were here right now, will you give me a hug?"

As she indulged in her imagination, a premonition tugged her heart. She turned to Senan, who stopped dodging, standing in front of her, smiling. He held his hand forward and let his blood fall from the cut wounds. It twirled in the air and mixed with the rain, descending onto an invisible line on the ground.

The hidden formation emerged and commenced its design. Using his feet, Senan cunningly dodged the spells and carved a formation as he pretended to be hopeless, fleeing seemingly in random directions.

"At least you still have the cunning of a mage," Varda said and smiled, slightly less angry now. "Show me then, if you think it can defeat me."

The formation glowed in bright light and shot rays of light upwards, penetrating the clouds, announcing its presence. They formed a layer of wall, which crumbled into an array filled with spears of light. They aimed at Varda and rushed through the air, glowing brighter as they closed in.

Looking at the formation, Varda waved her hand and created a wind current. It twirled around her and spun the raindrops into a vortex, absorbing and deflecting the spears of light while releasing countless droplets outward. The downpour intensified, forcing Senan to exhaust through his scrolls pack.

With his enhanced senses and body, he endured the cutting wounds, counting his remaining accessories as he exerted himself and put more power into the formation. Inside the whirlpool, Varda closed her eyes and waited, fully confident that she would win through the battle of attrition.

Knowing he wouldn’t last, Senan looked around and made a split-second decision. He crushed his teleportation ring. The fragments of crystal radiated green light, which twirled around him, enveloping his body, then suddenly it ceased to move and dissipated into warm particles. Varda had already set down the anti-teleportation trap around the cave.

Frowning, Senan enhanced his body with speed-boosting scrolls. Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran for his life, leaving the dying priests and Pallorn. The barriers that blocked the raindrops started to quiver as the accumulated damage slowly cracked them. He had to hurry before he couldn't leave.

Watching him leave, Varda placed her hand on her mouth and giggled softly. She glanced into the forest, where countless spiderwebs hid beneath the greenery, waiting for the unsuspecting prey.

Unexpectedly, Senan tipped on the spiderwebs, which dragged him down. He fell on the ground, where a shadow extended from the darkness in front of him, forming a silhouette of a Spider Girl. Staring at her prey, Reta gently kneeled and leant forward, caressing his pale face. Her red eyes glittered as she smiled, exposing her white venomous fangs.

"Sister Varda said that if I catch you alive, she will teach me magic," she said and grabbed his neck, searching for a prominent blood vessel. "This will hurt much, but you won't feel anything after that."

After pausing for him to process her words, she bit into his neck, injecting her special venom into his blood. She held onto his shaking body and coaxed him until he fumed and fainted. The blood was bitter and of low quality. She was not pleased, but she could demand compensation later.

Pulling Senan from the sticky webs, she dragged him back to the cave, not caring about his wounds or cuts. Only the image of Varda commanding a symphony of the rain played inside her mind, exciting her. She hoped that one day she too would be able to attain such power. With magic, she would be able to catch up with her sisters.

"Don't forget your promise, Sis," Reta said as she threw Senan at Varda, who smiled and reached up to stroke her head. Reta happily bent down to help her sister.

"I can't break my promise, can I? Especially a promise I made with you sisters." Instead of checking on Senan, Varda snapped her fingers, commanding the vines to bind him before turning back to Reta, who stared at her with sparkling eyes.

"I know you won't lie, but you might forget. That night, you even forgot your own name."

Varda blushed. Her body itched as the memory flooded her mind, heating her flesh. It was the best night she ever had, and it opened numerous doors that could never be closed. That day, she learnt that many parts of her body could be used in multiple ways, all leading to the same mind-melting pleasure, one that only a Monster Girl could experience.

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"That doesn't count. I wasn't ready, and you all are too much." Varda bit her lips and licked her fingers, sweating, trembling. "Next time, I won't lose."

"We'll see." Reta giggled and pinched Varda's cheek, tainting it with her sticky webs. "You've already adapted to our lifestyle. I wish Sister Iris is as fast as you."

"She is doing it in her own pace. If we didn't flip her switch, her bashful reluctance is erotic, too."

"Talking about a good time," Reta said, "the two over there are finishing up."

On the other side of the battlefield, Tardi and Pallorn were embracing, exchanging their warmth and longing with each stroke, each grip, each quiver. The refined, graceful Fallen Angel caressed the dirty, crude Mud Girl, tasting the bitter yet irresistible saliva, love, and lewdness. As their ardour died down, they noticed that Varda and Reta were watching. The shame excited them, but they resisted the urge and separated.

"Having fun?" Varda said as she and Reta moved closer. "Mind if we join in? I haven't seen a Fallen Angel before. Your wings look beautiful, Sis."

Pallorn tilted her head and turned to Tardi, who smiled and nodded. Now that she got her real sister to fall, she could have both families as one.

"Pallorn, they are my sisters, Sister Varda and Sister Reta. They have helped me survive in this place. My new family."

Pallorn stared at Varda's slithery lower body then at Reta's white, carapaced lower body, feeling strange. She should feel disgusted, but her new self only felt love and joy for her new friends, sisters. They had taken care of Tardi while she couldn't be there for her, so they were like her family.

"Thank you for taking care of Tardi, both of you," she said and lowered her head, folding in her wings. "Please, let me repay you."

Smiling, she reached out and grasped Varda's hand, pulling it in, gently caressing it. Before Varda could feel confused, she leant forward and kissed on the back of her hand, imprinting a faint, warm mark on her skin. Varda instantly pulled the hand back, her heart racing. The grace and purify of a Fallen Angel thrilled her. Even a touch was bliss. Her hand reddened like her cheeks.

"Dear, is that too much for you?" Pallorn said then turned to Reta, who had already raised her hand, waiting. "I'll be softer for you, Reta."

Unlike Varda, Reta was used to her sensitive skin. She instead rubbed her hands to get more out of the sensation. Her action caused Varda to avert her gaze, ashamed pf her earlier boast.

The mark faintly glowed and sank into the skin. The sorcery excited Reta, prompting her to caress it and look at Pallorn.

"Sister, what is it?" she said. "Is this another magic? Can you teach me?"

Pallorn looked at her fair hand and shook her head. "Unfortunately, this is an innate ability. Just like your web-spinning. It is called the Fallen Emblem, a gift I can bestow to my sisters, you all. It can help increase your power and beauty, and if activated, it can momentarily boost your Corruption Power."

"Will we be as beautiful as you?" Varda asked, entranced by Pallorn's snow-white face, her deep blue eyes, and her graceful smile.

"You are already beautiful, Sis." Pallorn touched Varda's chin and moved closer, feeling her warm breath. "Even your smell is lovely."

Unable to think, Varda fiddled with her tail, trying her hardest not to show her embarrassment, but it showed. She sweated and shivered, excited yet nervous. Unlike the innocent Iris or the naughty Reta, this elegance was something new, something irresistible. She didn't know her heart could beat this fast.

"Wait a moment, Sis—"

"I left you all for a few minutes, and you got yourself a new sister?"

From the cave, Lenmia and Dulcie walked hand in hand, staring at Pallorn, who bowed and expanded her wings, paying her respect to her new family. Her feathery wings quivered, arching over her body, giving shade to her sisters.

Dulcie halted her step, staring at the sight. Unlike her, Lenmia merely smiled, knowing that the elegance of a Fallen Angel was something her fragile sisters couldn't resist. At least they finally got to know about mental interference ability.

"I wish we could get to know each other better, but there is an urgent matter at hand," Lenmia said, turning solemn.

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