Loveless Incantation: Chapter 15
Story by HomeTome on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Shadow takes command of his army as they tirelessly work to expand the groves and harvest various fruits and vegetables. Crate after crate is quickly filled and dispatched to various clans. Without his undead soldiers, this would have been an overwhelmingly exhausting task. He takes solace in his power being responsible for such positive change. He strides through the thriving groves and casts an observant eye on everything to ensure everything is in order.
Reaching up, he plucks a bright red fruit from one of the trees. What did Alex call it again? An apple? Before he even has a chance to take a bite, a fresh bud is already beginning to sprout in its place. These trees genuinely are miraculous, he muses, a gift only someone like Alex could create. As he bites into the apple, he's pleasantly surprised by the burst of sweetness. Carnivores usually stick to their meat diet, but these fruits are more palatable than he expected.
“How are you doing, Shadow?" The voice pulls him from his thoughts.
Turning, he finds Princess looking at him with a warm smile.
“I'm fine, Eldest. Just overseeing the harvest," he replies, a note of pride slipping into his voice.
Her gaze sweeps over the fruit-laden trees. “These plants are truly amazing."
“They are... It may take some time, but I'm certain that Alex will make this world better."
She nods in agreement. “Indeed. But remember, it's important to take breaks. You tend to lose track of time when absorbed in your work."
Bowing in acknowledgment, he assures her, “Don't worry. I've been vigilant about taking time to rest and recover."
“That's good to hear. If you're not too preoccupied, could you lead me to Lilith?"
“Of course, Eldest."
Guiding Princess, Shadow sets off towards where he knows Lilith typically spends her mornings.
Lilith is absorbed in thought. While taxing, this time alone has allowed her to focus beyond her desire to befriend the Hero. Replaying everything, she understood that her emotions play a significant role in forming her Key. This became apparent during her spar with the Hero. She had increased her power and speed during her training, but the newfound grace during their fight came from the overwhelming joy that filled her veins.
It was instinctual at the time, but as she sat and pondered her feelings, she began to find connections. Power was driven by pride; with each strike against him, she felt herself continue to hone. While all of that is fine, she's been stuck on a new emotion—a longing to connect with the Hero, not as a warrior but as a friend.
The effects of this emotion are unsettling. The Key that protected her body during her spar was thin and flowy, akin to a cloak. But as Lilith began to think of the Hero as something more than an enemy and possibly a friend, she noted how the cloak slowly began to refine itself and now appears like armor. The strangest thing is that her powers are only at their peak when she's thinking about him.
Lilith tried thinking about the Demon Queen, Lacey, Bane, and even Shadow. And while each affected her Key to a certain degree, none could ever match Lilith's powerful emotions when thinking about the Hero. She was so dedicated to this line of thought that she explored other feelings.
Fear gave the sense that she could fade her presence away and be unseen. Anger made her believe she could abandon all defense for a massive damage boost. Hate was a strange one; she didn't feel anything within herself but wondered if perhaps it could reach out and affect someone else. But where there's hate, she also thought of love.
The more she thought about it, the more her face burned hot with embarrassment. But this was all a part of her training, so it was necessary. Even as she thought of the Hero in ways she never would've imagined. Lilith could feel her heart racing heavily now as she thought of the Hero holding her close, giving a look she doubts anyone has seen from him before and one none have ever shown Lilith.
Then, a sensation washed over her. Like Hate, this feeling isn't something for herself, but she guesses it applies to one or more creatures around her. It only kept growing as she imagined the hero inching his face closer to her muzzle. A knock at the door causes Lilith's heart to leap into her throat as a wave of nervousness sweeps over her. She's so overwhelmed with embarrassment that her body is trembling as she continues to face the door.
“Could it be the Hero?" She shakes that thought away. He's with Lacey right now.
Taking a breath to get her emotions back in control, she gets up from her seat and walks over to answer the door. Swinging the door open, she only finds Princess standing there.
“Eldest?" Princess, wearing a friendly smile, steps past Lilith and casts a curious glance around the gym. Seeing no one else, Lilith quietly shuts the door. “Do you need something?"
“Actually, yes," Princess replies, turning to face Lilith. “It's been a while since I've had a good spar. Considering how well you held your own against Alex, I thought you could help me shake off some rust."
This isn't what Lilith expected. Last she heard, Princess was struggling due to her advancing age. But looking at her now, Lilith could swear she looks younger than she remembers, even compared to her childhood memories. Perhaps it's just a trick of the mind, but Lilith can't possibly spar with Princess after what the Hero taught her about Key.
“I'll have to decline, Eldest. I'm afraid I'm not the pup you once knew. I wouldn't want to risk hurting you."
All that left Princess was a chuckle, and faster than Lilith could even blink, Princess was inches away, with her fist resting gently under Lilith's chin.
“I can assure you, it'll be me that needs to be careful." Princess steps back, her eyes glinting with a playful challenge. “Prepare yourself, this is just a warm-up."
Given how this day has been going, Lilith can't resist the smile that spreads across her face as they adopt fighting stances.
“I never thought I'd get to spar with the 'Demonflame Princess'."
“Don't worry, Pup. You never will," Princess taunts playfully.
A few hours have passed, and the massive pit is now filled with water. I hover above the scene, taking in the sight of the demons who volunteered their assistance, now splashing joyously in the new water source. On the other hand, Lacey has been sound asleep in the chair I provided for her since we completed our task.
Seeing no need to disturb her, I've kept a close watch, ensuring everything goes smoothly. I observe many fish have made the journey to this new body of water, indicating that it won't be long before this place teems with life for the demons to live on. However, I'm well aware that there are still daunting challenges ahead, not least of which includes the construction of roads to provide easier access to this water source, likely to top Lacey's to-do list once she spreads the word among the thirsty clans.
I descend gently beside her, landing as softly as possible to avoid waking her. The irony isn't lost on me that the only conflicts I've encountered so far have been from the human side. While the demon generals remain wary of me, at least they aren't actively plotting my downfall. Then there's Azure...
I'm still uncertain of my next steps with her. It's undeniably awkward now that I know about her past. Whenever I try to think of something to say, I'm overwhelmed by the realization of how much she must have suffered. I don't need anyone to point out the obvious - I need to speak to her. Only through open dialogue can we begin to forge ahead with my plan.
“You know, I can't sleep with you standing so close."
Lacey's voice jolts me from my thoughts. Her eyes remain closed, but she's awake.
“The hole is filled."
“I could tell as much from the scent alone." Opening her eyes, she looks up at me. “Even if I lived for a million years, I never would've expected this." Standing up, she properly faces me before giving a short bow. “It would be rude not to thank you for your help. Regardless of your motives, you've saved countless lives today."
I shift my gaze back to the water, unsure how to respond.
“I take it you've already spread the word?"
“See for yourself." I glance at Lacey before following her gaze to the distant horizon. A flood of demons is coming here, numbering in the hundreds, possibly thousands. “I spread the news about this project two days ago. Had we not completed it in time, the consequences would've been disastrous."
“And you were confident I'd get it done?"
“Lilith did, and I trust her judgment." Lacey yawns, stretching her arms above her head. “Your actions today have truly spoken volumes. You're a male of your word, and for that, I thank you once again. As for now, your duty here has been fulfilled. You're welcome to return to the castle."
Although she exudes an aura of calm and collectedness, I can sense her physical and emotional fatigue. I promised to lend my support, so it's only fair that I see the task through to its end.
“Since I'm already here, is there anything else I can assist with?"
“Regrettably, the news of our temporary truce hasn't reached all the clans yet. Your presence could stir up trouble if any incoming demons spot you."
“That won't pose a problem." With a swift snap of my fingers, I transform into Shadow, mimicking his scent perfectly.
A suppressed laugh escapes her. “I should've expected... If you're still in the mood to help, these demons will require assistance filling their containers with water."
“That's manageable," I respond, imitating Shadow's voice.
“Brace yourself, then. Once they're within range, we'll need to assert our authority. Otherwise, it could turn into a free-for-all. Many likely haven't had access to water for weeks, and their families are at home dying from thirst, so their desperation is high."
I nod in agreement, my gaze fixed on the approaching wave of demons. There's still a mountain of work, and the clock is ticking.
“What do I do? What do I do?!" Bane mutters to himself, his boots echoing off the stone walls as he paces the halls of the fortress.
Bane's mind is a labyrinth of conflicting thoughts. As Lilith advised, he's been scheming to get close to the Hero to see if he can sway him to their cause. The problem? Bane's social skills are about as sharp as a dull blade when it comes to casual conversation. Discussing progress reports or strategizing about the Hero with the other generals is a cakewalk for him. That's all business, all tactical. But initiating a personal chat? That's like asking him to disarm a magical trap blindfolded.
Assassination, now that's straightforward! Just follow the orders, slip through the shadows, and finish the job. But this? This psychological warfare is a whole different beast. He's seen others in his line of work employ deceit like it's second nature, but for him, the mere thought of such subterfuge churns his stomach.
He's no stranger to underhanded tactics against the Hero, but this feels different. Bane knows he's a killer, a ruthless one at that, and he's made peace with it. But a liar? That's a line he's never crossed. Maybe that's why he's wrestling with this so much. Daisy never sugarcoated the truth. She was brutally honest, even when he was just a kit, not to wound him but to protect him against the brutal world of their clan.
That didn't mean she loved him or his siblings any less. She was a fierce protector, risking her own life to provide for them, even going so far as to cover up his first kill. Bane clenches his jaw at the memory. The male he killed had been plotting to murder Daisy and sell off the kits. Acting on instinct, Bane killed him, the blade sinking into his furred neck as if guided by fate. But when Daisy found Bane standing over the body in that dark alley, he broke down, tears streaming down his face; she held him close, whispering that it was okay.
So, lying to the Hero? It's a bitter pill he's not sure he can swallow. But what's the alternative? The truth is Bane wants him dead. If he dies, then everything will be solved! They will take the human lands, he will be paid handsomely, and with that money, he can get Daisy and the kits out of that shitty clan! But with the war on an indefinite pause, his dream seems to be slipping through his fingers like sand.
He lets out a weary sigh. Killing the Hero? That's a no-go, even if he wanted to. And lying? That's another dead end. A third option flickers in his mind: the truth. His wants, his desires, everything. Bane knows the danger of telling the truth, but if doing so can change fate; if the Hero even has a shred of a soul, then it's his only choice. Steeling himself, Bane begins the next step in his plan.
“I'm so sorry, Eldest," Lilith says, helping Princess to a seat. She notices the older canine wince and clutch her back.
“I should be the one who's sorry. I went a bit overboard during our spar. These old bones haven't felt this alive in years," Princess chuckles, her eyes twinkling. “Guess I've still got more rust to shake off before I'm back in my prime."
Throughout their spar, Lilith had been humbled. Despite her years, Princess fought with a prowess that could only be rivaled by Azure. Each strike was a lesson in power and precision, making Lilith's bones rattle even through the protective aura of her Key. The strength wasn't as explosive as the Hero's, but it was executed with a technique that was nothing short of artistry. Princess was a living legend, and her skills left no room for doubt.
And yet, Princess was holding back. Stories of her feats are well-known across all clans, yet none have seen the infamous flames she produced in her prime. Many attribute it to her old age, but having sparred with her now, Lilith is convinced that Princess has yet to find a reason to fight with full force.
Snapping Lilith back to the present, Princess pats the seat beside her. As Lilith sits, Princess affectionately nuzzles her, her fur soft against Lilith's cheek.
“You've come a long way, Lilly. I remember when you were just a pup, frustrated because you couldn't conjure even a spark."
Lilith's cheeks flush a rosy hue. “Well, I wouldn't have made it this far without the Hero's help."
Princess leans back, her eyes soft but piercing. “While it's true he imparted a unique gift to you, you've worked hard to develop it. It warms my heart to see you enjoying yourself so much." Princess notices Lilith's mood dampening and asks, “What's on your mind?"
“Eldest... I mean, Princess. You call the Hero by his name... right?"
Princess nods. “Yes, I do."
“Are you two friends?"
Princess noticed it during their spar. There is a certain fire inside Lilith that Princess only recalls seeing when she fought with Alex. While Princess doesn't have the ability of 'Soul Sight' like Lilith, it is easy to see how much emotion she has when thinking about him. Very much like puppy love, even if she doesn't realize it. But that is where the problem lies. She is also afraid of what it would mean to accept them. Even if it's not true love, but having him as something more than just an enemy.
Princess, too, was familiar with this emotional tug-of-war, mainly when it came to Azure. Azure had been too afraid to let herself feel, to move beyond her past. But Princess knew that true freedom lay in embracing those very emotions.
“Princess?"
Princess looks at Lilith with an apologetic smile. “This old mind tends to wander, Lilly. But to answer your question. Alex and I share a bond deeper than friendship. I'm sure you've noticed it, too, during your battles. He is someone we can rely on."
Lilith's gaze drops to the floor, her expression filled with uncertainty. “You're right. But he also hides just as much." Lilith rests her head in her hands. “Fate will bring the Hero back to destroying our world. What am I supposed to do then?"
In a swift motion, Princess grabs Lilith's hands, pulling her into a fighting stance. Their eyes lock, a silent understanding passing between them.
“You fight," Princess declares, her eyes hardened like tempered steel. “Fate is a relentless force that cares little for your hopes, dreams, or fears. That's why you must fight. You keep fighting until your last breath, and when you think you've given all you can, you find a way to rise and fight some more. That's the kind of spirit you need to defy fate. It may seem like an unyielding wall, but with enough time and determination, even walls can crumble."
“But what about the Hero? What if he doesn't want to change fate?" Lilith asks.
Princess's stern expression softens. “Lilly... He's been fighting fate this entire time."
“There's plenty of water for everyone! So no need to rush," Lacey announces, her voice carrying over the crowd. “If you're able-bodied, find an open spot and start filling. No pushing, and wait your turn if there's no open area nearby. If you need help, Shadow and I are here."
I watch a diverse crowd of sub-species—zebras, goats, scaled creatures of varying sizes—shuffle forward to fill their containers. Many look like walking skeletons, their bones protruding through fur, scales, and fabric. Reading about the dire conditions and death tolls was one thing, but standing here, seeing the emaciated bodies and the desperation in their eyes, is a visceral experience that no words or statistics could ever capture.
My mind starts to drift. What can I do to help? Build better roads? Personal farms for each clan? My thoughts are interrupted when I feel a gentle touch on my knee. Looking down, I see a small female weasel standing barely as high as two feet, her graying fur shimmering in the sunlight. She's surrounded by even tinier children who stand barely a foot at best.
“Could you help us fill this?" She points to a small cart with a large barrel.
“Can you carry that when it's full?" I ask, knowing it would weigh at least ten times her weight.
“It's a long journey back to our clan. The more we can take, the better."
I study the older weasel, her eyes filled with desperation and determination, surrounded by these fragile kits. There's no way they could carry something that heavy if they're that far out. It may not mean much in the grand scheme of things, but it's the most I can do for now. I reach into my pocket dimension and pull out a magical waterskin.
“This waterskin can hold five barrels' worth of water without getting heavier. Take it."
Her eyes widened. “I can't possibly accept something so valuable."
I kneel to her level, taking her hand and placing the waterskin in it. “We've been planning this for quite some time, Ms?"
“Daisy," she answers, her eyes misting as she takes the waterskin.
“Daisy. We've made plenty. Now fill it quickly; others are waiting."
Clearing the tears from her eyes, she pecks me on the cheek, whispering a heartfelt “Thank you" before joining the others at the water's edge.
As she walks away, it took me a moment to process what happened as I catch Lacey smirking at me from the corner of her eye. Taking a deep breath to center myself, I announced, “We also have magical waterskins for those who can't carry much! Line up here!"
Various smaller demons queue up in front of me—rodents, mustelids, and even a few cats. I stick my hand into my pocket dimension, duplicating hundreds of waterskins before pulling them out and handing them one by one. Each demon, once with a dead look in their eye, now has a sparkle of hope, many offering thanks in the only way they could, usually a hug.
The moment is tinged with a complex blend of emotions. This act of kindness is just a fragment of a much larger plan. The guilt gnaws at me, but I shove it down, hiding it as best as possible. I continue handing out the waterskins until the crowd gradually thins out, the sun slowly descending toward the horizon.
Lacey stood beside me as we watched in silence for a moment as the last of the demons began their journey home. Finally, I drop my disguise and take some time to reflect on this day.
“You really are full of surprises, aren't you?" Lacey says, breaking the silence. “Today, I didn't see the Hero I thought I knew." She turns to me, her eyes meeting mine. “I saw something you're afraid to let others see; a genuine warmness that was much more than this simple “cease fire" we have." She sighs. “Perhaps, for the very first time, I saw Alex. May I call you that?"
“If you want," I answer.
She wraps her arms around me, pulling me into a tight, almost desperate embrace. “I don't know what's driving you to do this. The uncertainty of what comes next terrifies me, but I can't believe you'd go to these lengths for nothing. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart."
Her words pierce through me. I remind myself that this is all part of the plan, but the emotional toll is becoming unbearable. I'm lying to them all despite their heartfelt sincerity. I hate this. But there's no other choice. I return the hug momentarily before we both move away, turning our attention to the rising moon.
“Anything else we should worry about?" I ask.
“Your job here is truly done." Lacey turns her gaze to the lake. “If you don't mind, I'd like some time to take it all in."
“I understand. I'll return to the castle then."
“Goodnight, Alex." The words left Lacey's lips, a soft whisper carried by the wind.
“Goodnight." My voice echoed back, and I teleported away, leaving her with her thoughts by the lake.
Back in the castle, I take a moment to gather myself. The impact of our interaction, the emotional toll of the day's events, it's all starting to weigh heavy on me. I thought I knew what I was getting into when I embarked on this path, but reality has proven to be far more complex and emotionally draining than I had ever anticipated.
Suddenly, a sharp pain rips through me, causing me to fall to my knees. I cough up blood, the metallic taste filling my mouth. My vision begins to darken around the edges, but I force myself to cast a spell to stabilize my vitals. Drawing a shaky breath, I push myself back up to my feet, cleaning up the blood-stained floor before making my way to my room.
"Not yet," I whisper to myself as I stagger down the hallway. Despite the pain, despite the fatigue, I can't afford to break. There's still so much to be done, so much at stake. I will see this through to the end, no matter what it takes. "...Not yet."