The Hunter and the Hunted

Finishing up with the Nazi's who are now my ally... isn't that a fun sentence, I head out of the warehouse sending my catalyst into my inventory so Overlord Kuro can bring it back out and re-summon my precious assassin loli.

I have no idea where she was when it all went to shit, she was hunting assassins, but Jack was pretty independent, so I don't know where exactly she was, and I'm not ready to bring back every part of Overlord to track her down.

Heading through the streets, I pause for barely a second before I continue walking.

I am an immortal being of the night, a Vampire with senses beyond any mortal creature. I have an army of ghosts around me at all times, serving as hundreds of pairs of eyes, watching everything around me.

Does a dude in a hide vest with a spear really think he's going to catch me off guard?

Kudos to Kraven, he's incredibly light-footed for a man his size... but the very blood in his veins gives away his location, the soft beating easy to pick up if I focus.

Deliberately pretending not to notice as he stalks me, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, practically radiating bloodlust and a thrill of the hunt. I knew he was pissed that I stole his prey... but to hunt me instead of Spidey?

A foolish move, a Vampire, especially one of Dracula's lineage, is a far more dangerous prey than a mere spider... even more so in the dead of night.

Which tells me he doesn't know I'm a vampire, it's not something that I've exactly advertised after all. He thinks he's hunting a mage, but the only prey here is him.

What skills does he have lurking in that head of his? I can't wait to find out... besides, I'm getting hungry.

[Voodoo Mind Control] resisted by Isis

[Voodoo Hypnosis] resisted by Isis

[Voodoo Sleep Curse] resisted by Isis

...What? Kraven isn't a voodoo priest, is he?

Wait... doesn't he have an ally of sorts in the comics?

Spirits... find her. Now.

...Thanks, honey.

As the spear is tossed with surprising strength, I simply turn, grabbing it out of the air with contemptuous ease, giving a bored look up to the rooftop Kraven is on, his eyes widening. There's a greenish poison coating the spear tip, pretty deadly... for a human.

Smirking slightly, I call on my weather control, coating the entire block in a thick fog.

Kraven's right about one thing, the Hunt is very much on.

- Kraven -

He had underestimated his prey, the casual ease he caught the spear, his body blurring as he moved out of its path, showed that.

His inhuman reaction times, the bored look he had at someone trying to spear him, the immediate thick fog that made it almost impossible to see the prey, it wasn't natural.

He'd hunted vampires before, but they needed... special means to hunt, means he hadn't prepared. Calypso's magic had clearly failed to addle his mind, so this hunt was a failure.

When the hunt failed, the hunter became the prey.

Turning, he ran across the rooftop, leaping onto the next one as he looked behind him, ready to grab his gun and fire on his pursuer.

As he jumped over the street, a blur leapt up from the ground to meet him. As he was smashed down into the fog-covered street, his gun taken by an inhumanly fast hand, he realised he'd been looking the wrong way.

He'd been looking back when he should have been looking down.

Rolling across the street, he flipped himself back onto his feet, pulling out a dagger as he stared intently into the fog, ready to defend himself.

A sinister chuckle, seemingly coming from every direction at once, made him tighten his grip... he was a veteran of a thousand hunts, it made it all too easy to realise what was happening.

His hunter was toying with its prey. With his speed, he could have killed him when he grabbed him mid-jump, but many animals enjoyed playing with their food, large cats mostly but it was fairly common for vampires as well.

A weaker man would despair, but this was the law of nature. The hunter had become the prey, and there was no better way for someone like him to die than being hunted by such a powerful beast.

He could smell his hunter, it's scent permeating the fog, he was circling him. Did it want him to run? Did it enjoy the chase? Kraven would not flee, not when he knew it would not save him.

The moment he turned and tried to flee, he'd be set upon.

With his enhanced senses, he did see the beast as it rushed him, but his body simply refused to react as the monster in the skin of a teenaged boy sent him flying with a kick to the chest, his ribs breaking under the inhuman force, his dagger ripped from his grip.

By the time he'd finished flying back, courtesy of slamming into a wall hard enough to crack the brick, the vampire had already vanished once more into the fog.

A moment of patting himself down revealed that the vampire had taken every weapon he had on him, leaving him unarmed against the beast. It was toying with him... it was enjoying this.

Standing up, he stared stoically into the fog. This was always going to happen eventually, no true hunter died in their beds. His daughter would carry on his name, his wife would handle his family.

Getting into a combat stance, he prepared himself.

After a moment, the beast strolled out of the fog, utterly calm as it stared him down. It had removed its shirt, no doubt it was messing with his agility, it was why he wore an open vest after all.

"Not going to run?" it asked, tilting his head slightly as Kraven laughed.

"Why would I? You could close the distance and kill me before I even finished turning." Kraven chuckled. "No, I will die on my feet, facing my foe."

"I can respect that... I'll make this quick." it replied with a nod, preparing himself, he barely had a chance to twitch as the beast blurred again, a searing pain bursting through him as he looked down, seeing a clawed hand sticking out of his chest, his still beating heart in its grasp.

He took his last moment to confirm to himself that he wouldn't have been able to escape, not with speed like that, it had closed the distance, gotten behind him and plunged its hand into his chest before he could even start to react.

As two sharp fang bit into his neck, his consciousness faded.

- Kuro -

Sorry, Spidey... but if I keep this up, I'll be putting you out of a job.

Axe, Mace and Swordsmanship Proficiencies have been removed.

[Tracking Proficiency (Master)] (Passive)

You are one of the greatest trackers in the multiverse, able to pick up even the slightest track of your prey, no matter how old, following their trail no matter how they try to hide from you

[Melee Weapons Proficiency (Master)] (Passive)

You are a true master of melee, a genius with any and all forms of melee weaponry from swords to spears to the more exotic weapons.

All melee weapons deal far more damage in your hands

You have a natural resistance to melee weapons, and a natural understanding of how to dodge them

Melee Weapon Related Skills upgraded far faster.

[Ranged Weapons Proficiency (Master)] (Passive)

You are a true master with ranged weaponry, a genius with any and all forms of ranged weaponry from bows, crossbows, throwing knives to exotic weapons like blowpipes.

All ranged weapons deal far more damage in your hands

You have a natural resistance to ranged weapons, and a natural understanding of how to dodge them

You have almost perfect accuracy with ranged weapons

Ranged Weapon Related Skills upgraded far faster.

[Firearms Proficiency (Expert)] (Passive)

You are an expert with all forms of firearms, able to use any and all forms of firearms efficiently from pistols, rifles, shotguns to exotic weapons like rocket launchers and mini-guns.

All firearms deal far more damage in your hands

You have a natural resistance to firearms, and a natural understanding of how to dodge them

You have incredible accuracy with firearms

Firearms Related Skills upgraded far faster.

[Athleticism Proficiency (Master)] (Passive)

You have mastered your own body, able to control your body in and out of battle with the greatest of ease

SP points drain far slower when using physical based actions.

Running, dodging, climbing and other movement actions no longer consumes SP.

[Russian Language (Master)] (Passive)

You have a true mastery of the Russian language, both written and spoken

[Poison Resistance Proficiency (Expert)] (Passive)

You have an almost complete resistance to poisons, completely immune to all simpler poisons and greatly resisting the effects of more advanced ones.

Letting Kraven go, I watch as his withered corpse drops to the floor, pale and harrowed from the draining. Thanks, Sergei... for all your hard work and decades of training that I just stole from you.

The body is quickly set on fire, then tossed through a portal into my realm, into one of the lava pits... next time, throw then burn. Oww.

I could have used him to make an undead... but do you have any idea how many Tarkatans died attacking my realm? I have an abundance of corpses.

I'll deal with his family eventually, he set up a method to make sure that if his heart stopped, a message would be sent to them letting him know... including what he was hunting. A surprising amount of foresight for a man I had written off as a brute.

Now... unfortunately for Calypso Ezili, the Voodoo Priestess who joined Kraven in his hunt... in exchange for my heart, the heart of a mutant mage, which she wanted for a ritual component... Kraven knew where she was... and that means I know where she is.

She wanted to use my parts for ritual components... I'm not just gonna sit back and let that go unpunished.

Grabbing my phone, I make a quick call.

"Hey, Emma... quick question, but you wouldn't happen to have somewhere I could... interrogate an enemy?" I ask calmly.

- Calypso -

This had gone wrong almost immediately, Kraven for all his boasting of knowing his prey had picked a fight with the wrong beast. Mages aren't hard to kill when caught unawares... but a Vampiric Mage?

She'd have spat in his face the moment he came to her if she was aware of just what they were hunting, she'd started running when her curses just... slid off the creature, knowing it detected her attempts.

She'd head had to Haiti for a time, maybe even head to the African Savannah for a while, far away from New York.

Her magical sense screamed for just a moment, making her stumble to a halt as a white portal opened in front of her, despite her best attempt... she stumbled, falling forwards through the portal, watching in horror as it sealed shut.

Looking around the dungeon, her eyes widened seeing various torture tools laying around, an iron maiden, a rack... whips, chains and blades.

"You know... Emma really delivers when I ask for something. An entire castle hidden away by mothers magic... just for knocking up her little sister?" the beast said, looking around the room in amusement.

Holding in her response, she prepared a spell, she couldn't teleport... and she had no idea where she was, the dungeon walls looked... old. Very, very old. She'd have to try stunning him and then flee.

"Stop that." he said calmly, looking back at her. "I have magic as well... and I can sense its use." he pointed out evenly, making her dark chocolate skin blanch slightly.

"What... why am I still alive?" she asked quickly, staring down the beast as he smiled at her coldly.

- Kuro -

My new castle, in the middle of a German forest, is a place Emma chose for all my magical needs. This forest has a history of occult apparently, and she got Selene to ward it for me, hiding it from technological and magical means.

Will it keep out the likes of the Ancient One? No. Will it keep out everything else? Yes.

She also enchanted the forest around it, so if anyone tries to leave without my permission they'll find themselves simply getting lost, always ending up back at the castle, it does the same if people try to approach it, making them get lost and miss the castle altogether.

It has a room Selene warded for Rituals, an alchemy station, a vast catacomb beneath it for body storage... and a dungeon with traditional medieval torture tools. Presents from mother.

Emma's also informed me that she's taken care of a little something I asked her to, another one of my 'premonitions'.

"Hmm? Why are you still alive?" I repeat. "Well... that's what I'm trying to decide actually, what should I do with you?" I ask myself.

Calypso is... a psychopath. Utterly remorseless, she'd taken joy in pushing Kraven more and more into his insane hunts, uncaring of how many died because of her. She's also skilled with Voodoo, a form of magic I know nothing about.

So why is she still alive?

Looking her over, I sigh.

It's the cheetah skin loincloth and bikini top she's wearing, isn't it? She has a small black skull earring, her loincloth has a ring of animal fangs attached to it, her breasts are hanging out of the tiny animal skin bikini, and the only other thing she is wearing is some leather straps along her arms and lower legs. Dark ebony skin almost completely exposed as she stares at me with a pair of completely white eyes. She has a surprisingly athletic body, impressive abs on display as she backs up against the wall of the dungeon.

My incubus side is rebelling at the idea of killing her... but she's a threat.

No, what am I saying? She's a coward at heart, and she's utterly terrified of me. Heroes don't just rip out the hearts of their villains after all, and she's quickly realised that I could kill her with indolent ease. Her life is dependent on my whims. She's shaking like a leaf.

"Who... who are you?" Calypso stutters out as I stare her down.

"Kuro Tepes, son of Selene, the Black Priestess and Vlad Tepes, better known as fucking Dracula. Heir of the Tepes line, etcetera etcetera." I say, watching her pale even more. "Yeah, get it now? You never stood a chance." I say with a shrug of my shoulders, flooding the room with my vampiric presence.

+40 Obedience with Calypso out of sheer unadulterated fear. [40/100]

Hmm, being feared isn't bad.

I don't actually plan on torturing her (if I don't need to), but I just brought her here to heighten the feeling that she's in a lot of danger.

"Please, my lord... I didn't know. I would never have challenged Lady Selene's son if I knew who you were." Calypso says, falling to the floor as she cowers in the corner.

Hmm? Lady Selene?

"You know my mother?" I ask walking towards her and kneeling down slightly to bring my face closer to hers, it's mildly entertaining watching such a psychopathic murderer be reduced to tears.

I don't usually like seeing people sad... strange for what is basically a fantasy dark lord/vampire lord but oh well. It's just so... eh. Calypso is a murderous psychopath, who wanted to kill me and use my body for her rituals... watching her fall into utter despair is highly amusing and frankly satisfying.

I have to wonder whether it was my Incubus side, Vampire Side or just my base personality that enjoys her fear so much.

"N... not directly, but what magic-user hasn't heard of the Immortal Black Priestess? She's been around as long as magic itself." Calypso whimpers. "What... are you going to do to me?" she asks hesitantly.

Humming for a moment, I grab her and pull her back to her feet.

"Well... to start with... I'm going to kill you." I say with a shrug, grabbing her neck as her eyes widen in terror.

A single clench of my fist snaps her neck easily, and she dies before she even has a chance to scream.

Why the hell would I leave her alive to scheme and plot when I have better methods? She'd have agreed to serve me if I demanded it... but she'd also have agreed to call herself Twinklebitch the magical cum-powered fairy and dress up like a slutty Tinkerbell if it would save her life.

The fear would have worn off, and she would have started plotting and scheming to escape my control.

Carrying her to the ritual room, I spend a few minutes setting everything up for a Corrupted Resurrection.

Her soul is still within her body, odd... Death usually yanks them away within seconds, she's efficient like that. She grabbed Kraven's soul before his body even hit the ground.

"Why waste my time collecting a soul that you will be pulling back moments later?" She deadpans, making me chuckle.

Fair enough.

Hmm... souls are strange things, as Death's Champion I can see and even interact with them...

Reaching for Calypso's soul, I pull it from her body carefully. Necromancy has Soul Magic Adjacent, and while I usually deal in spirits, I think I know enough to do this.

Twisting and pulling at her soul, I carefully manipulate it... through trial and error. The way I see it... if I fuck up, so what? She's a nobody, a criminal that wouldn't be missed by anyone.

Wait... did a piece just fly off? Better put that back.

...Is it supposed to be that colour? It was more black when I started.

Whoops... I think she needed that part.

Through experimentation, experience with souls and sheer stubbornness, you have unlocked Soul Magic.

[Soul Magic Proficiency (Novice)]

You have started the path towards mastery of the soul, with the knowledge to manipulate the very essence of the soul.

[Manipulate Soul]

Alter the very soul of the target, bending it to your will. Can only be used on unbound souls.

Huh. Neat.

...Oh, that's how I do it.

Whoops.

Fixing the... slight errors I made in her soul, I carefully make my adjustments to her very being. This isn't a method I can use often, but on an evil bitch like Calypso? Why the hell not? Why should I be kind to a psychotic bitch who wanted to literally cut me up for materials?

I have no reason to be cruel to those who aren't cruel to me... but once I'm wronged? Fuck the rules, fuck morality and fuck the fool who thought they could cross me.

Playing with her soul some more, I stuff it back in her body before I pause... she's kinda old, and while her body is still very much banging... she's showing signs of her age, she's obviously made herself younger with magic, but it was ineffective, slight streaks of grey in her wild black hair, the occasional wrinkle.

Removing the signs of age, I leave her body as it is and start the resurrection.

You see... I have a plan, not just for Calypso but for the long term.

It doesn't take long before she gasps, taking in her first breath of her new life.

"M-master?" Calypso asks, her fear gone as she gets off the stone slab, looking around in confusion.

"Calypso... what is your purpose?" I ask, grabbing her chin as I stare into her eyes, using my vampiric powers to hypnotise her.

"I... exist to serve and worship you, my God and Master." she says, staring at me blankly. Truth.

"Would you die for me?" I ask, keeping my eyes locked with hers as I search her mind.

"Of course, Master." she replies immediately, no hesitation in her tone. Truth.

[Psychopath is such a harsh term...] – Calypso Ezili [50]

You have a way with the insane, taming the chaotic minds and soothing their bloodlust, making them far easier to control.

Breaking my hypnosis, I smile to myself. Mind manipulation is hard... it can be shaken off with enough time and a strong enough will... but when the manipulation is to the very soul? It's all but impossible to resist.

While a part of this is me wanting to fuck the crazy voodoo priest, there's more to it... my list of targets for Death is long and full of dangerous foes. I need a team of my own to even consider challenging any of them, and a powerful Voodoo Priestess is a good start. Selene is under my control... but she's scheming by nature, she's loyal, but she'll always try playing her games.

I need true loyalty from my team.

I even have my new stronghold to base my team out of, my sweet new castle far away from the rest of the world and hidden by the magic of one of the best mages around.

And where better to... recruit minions for my team than from the villains and villainesses of the world? The types that no-one will really miss, the types the world will be better off without. I can just kill them, play with their souls, then bring them back under my control.

Conquering Outworld will help, but I want a team I can use in this world without giving away that I can travel between realms.

So that's my current goal, to build my own team of super-powered and talented individuals to help me in my quest for Death. I need my own faction, not someone else's that I happen to be a part of, not Nova Roma which, while nice, is kinda useless in the grand scheme of things... swords and bows can't be used against my foes, at least until I learn Alchemy, Enchanting and Ward-crafting to protect my city and make the soldiers stronger, equipping them with magical weapons and armour.

Hm, something to think about, but I need more avenues of magic first.

"Master?" Calypso asks, drawing me out of my thoughts.

"So, you'll do anything for me, right?" I ask again, getting a nod from her, before she can respond I close the distance, grabbing her and pulling her through the castle, straight to the 'Royal' bedchambers, tossing her onto the bed, face first with her legs hanging off the side as she looks back with wide eyes. "You tried to kill me earlier... or you tried to control me so Kraven could kill me... this is just your punishment." I say, unequipping my clothes and moving behind her, grabbing her loincloth and flipping it up, simply grabbing the black thong beneath it and ripping it off her, making her yelp.

"Of course, master... do with this slave as you please." she says, loyalty and worship in her tone as she spreads her legs wide.

After my... adjustments, her affection has skyrocketed to over eighty... and her obedience has maxed out, whether that's the adjustments, the corrupted resurrection or the Law to obey me I placed on her, I'm not 100% sure.

Still, I'm pretty pissed off about her wanting to use me as ingredients... which is hypocritical since I use bodies as reagents all the time, but right now it's time for some good old fashioned hate fucking.

Moving behind her, I call on my Incubus transformation, growing taller as my horns and tail return, my nails growing into claws as I grip her hip, cutting the flesh. My shaft quickly grows from large for a teenager... to large for a seven-foot tall demon.

With Eromancy it would be so easy to get rid of any pain she would feel from getting fucked by a shaft almost fourteen inches long, incredibly thick dick, but this is her punishment for her actions against me.

Pausing as I rest my shaft between her fat ass-cheeks, I reach for my Eromancy Grimoire, hot-dogging my shaft into her ass as I read, she's too... fanatical to interrupt as the anticipation builds up slowly, my balls occasionally slapping against her already wet slit.

I didn't mean to make her so fanatical... hmm, I'll have to experiment a little next time.

Ah, there it is.

[Create Toy]

500 MP to cast

Creates a sex toy, based on the users desires, the only limit is the users imagination.

[Shifting Shaft] (Active)

1000 MP to cast

Allows the user to alter their shaft, into different forms (Spiked, Knotted, Scaled)

...I was looking for the toy spell, why would the shifting shaft be on the same page? Dammit Shiro, at least make your Grimoire make sense.

Using my new toy spell, I conjure a ball-gag, forcing her mouth to open wide as it forms. It'll be nice to not have to go out of my way to get toys. Using it a second time makes a silk blindfold appear over her eyes, cutting off her vision.

That will do for now.

Pulling back, I press the tip of my shaft against her wet cunt, maybe I overdid it with the soul manipulation, but hey, I'm new at this... with her this wet, it's relatively easy to slam forwards, a muffled scream leaving her gagged mouth, her eyes widening beneath the blindfold.

...As I start to piston into her, my free hand gripping her head, forcing her face into the bedsheets, I wonder. This is punishment, right? I deliberately made myself larger to make this hurt somewhat, this is something she should have to endure.

So why am I just picking up adoration and pleasure from her emotions? Delving into her mind, I resist the urge to facepalm.

Oh god, dammit... I've made her too fanatical to punish. She's basically Raynare without wings, in her mind this is a great honour... being used for her master's pleasure. I could make my dick so big it would literally kill her... and she'd die happy.

Fuck.

With Raynare, I don't even want to hurt her, I adore my crazy angel worshipper, but I kinda wanted to at least punish Calypso a little bit. Nothing major, just some painful sex before she got used to it.

I tried leaving her personality intact, her psychopathy unharmed so I could utilise it, and while I mostly succeeded... the loyalty I embedded in her very soul takes priority over everything else. I wasn't trying to make her worship me, simply obey me in all things... which took the form of worship.

Ugh, Soul Magic is more complicated than I realised.

Putting my claws away, I cast pain/pleasure conversion, getting rid of her pain as I pound her against the bed. Why bother if she's just getting off on the pain? It's completely killed my desire for revenge.

Maybe I should resurrect Kraven and kill him again? Nah, he died well, I can respect that.

Next time I want to punish someone, do it first, then mess with their soul.

Thrusting into her I shrug to myself, even if I can't hate-fuck someone so obedient and adoring, I can still enjoy fucking a sexy older woman. She's like a psychopathic Storm with voodoo instead of weather control.

Clearly comic books need more minorities, I like the variety in my girls. Vanilla is excellent, but some caramel and chocolate is always a nice change of pace... what flavour would alien girls be?

It takes her all of a couple of minutes before she cumming around my invading shaft, moans and whimpers sneaking passed the gag and into the bedsheets as she climaxes, again and again, clenching down on me like a vice, her already tight pussy becoming almost difficult to move in, she's in very good shape, and her inner muscles are almost impressive...

But I've fucked She-Hulk and Ophis, a mere mortal woman can't compete with that level of tightness.

Out of a mixture of spite and slight hunger, I lengthen my teeth and bite down on her neck as I fuck her, the pain being converted to pleasure as I drink my fill... I'm never fully satisfied even after I drain someone completely like I did Kraven, Vampiric Hunger isn't like human hunger or thirst, and I always want more. I can control my hunger as long as I've fed recently, but the hunger doesn't really go away, it's always there... just in the back of my mind.

I don't drink enough to actually hurt her, just enough to satiate my hunger, and a quick White Magic spell deals with the blood-loss.

Pulling back, I pull out of her entirely, with a satisfying plop as the fat tip of my shaft leaves her stretched slit. Grabbing her hair, I quickly dispel her ball gag and replace it with a ring gag, forcing her to her knees.

Sliding my shaft between her lips, forced apart by the gag, I smirk slightly as she immediately lathers my dick with attention, her tongue massaging it as I push into her throat.

Okay, fine... I can't really 'punish' her, but having a former enemy go from hostile, to terrified, to worshipping my dick as I fuck her face in less than a day is pretty satisfying. If the Calypso from yesterday saw the Calypso of the present, she'd be horrified and disgusted.

She would hate serving anyone, be disgusted at the idea of being used for someone else's pleasure, and despise how obedient and adoring she is acting... and isn't that just as good as punishing her? To twist her very soul into utter obedience and worship?

It's incredible how much irritation and anger can be dispelled with an enthusiastic blowjob.

Reaching down, I pull her bikini top up, causing her breasts to bounce as they are freed from their tight confines. With a grunt I pull back, cumming as my seed bursts all over her face and breasts, the thick white seed contrasting beautifully on her dark brown skin.

Dismissing the gag, she immediately swallows the cum that had landed on her tongue, staying on her knees obediently as he awaits her orders.

Removing the blindfold, I see nothing but affection in her eyes, the same eyes that looked at me with fear and anger before. Placing my dick against her lips, she needs no orders before she starts to clean my cum and her slather off it.

"Calypso... you work for me now, you live because I allow it, and you will serve me for the rest of your days, as long or short as I deem that to be..." I order calmly as she cleans my dick.

Pulling back, she stares up at me with a small smile. "Of course, my master. What would you have me do?" she asks.

"Do you have connections in the occult business?" I ask as I pull her up off her knees.

"I do... all occultists do." Calypso agrees, moaning slightly as I grope her large exposed breasts, pinching her nipple after a little Clean.

"Good, I want you to look into some things for me... first, look for anyone you think could be useful to me, whether through their power or their connections. Secondly, I want you to look into the people on this list... subtly, do not get caught and definitely don't let anyone know you are doing it for me. And finally... I want you to look into any artifacts that belonged to famous historical figures, especially anyone from this list, authentic ones only. I don't mind if you take your time, but make sure you get the real deal." I order, passing her a shortened list of my Death Targets and a list of Fate Summons.

"Of course, My Master... I won't let you down." Calypso swears making me smile at her, she beams as I do, not realising I'm just taking amusement from her change in personality.

"Do not mention me, I don't want our connection to be exposed... you may travel as you please and if you die serving me, I'll bring you back. Now, I'm going to bind you to me, permanently..." I say calmly, manifesting my Death Chains as they wrap around her neck. She happily lifts her chin to accept the binding, giving away what minuscule amounts of freedom she still had.

"I will prove myself worth your effort and mercy, my master..." she promises, taking the chains around her neck as some great gift, even as they vanish.

"...You do that." I deadpan. "This castle is the stronghold of my new team... of which you are the only member at the moment. It is protected by mothers magic, but I've added you to the wards so you can come and go as you please... but you are not to bring anyone here without my permission." I order as she nods. "Good girl, now get back on your knees, I have some more time before I have to get going and I want those tits wrapped around my dick." I say, pushing her back down.

As she obeys, engulfing my shaft with her silky soft flesh, I lean back and smirk. This little team building could be very useful in the long run... and in the short term?

There's nothing wrong with having an obedient pet willing to do anything to anyone for me.

- Later -

Leaving Calypso to her new job, after teleporting her back to her hideout so she could gather all her things to take back to the Castle Black, and yes, that is what I'm calling it... I teleport back to Xavier's with a smile.

Calypso will obediently work in my name, and I've summoned some Bayroks to stand guard... just in case. Only twenty-five, but those stealthy archer undead are devastating in terrain with as many places to hide as a deep forest. Invaders will find a necrotic poison coated arrow in their throats without ever seeing the one that killed them.

Overlord Kuro will make more undead... when I/he has time, but the whole Outworld war thing is taking up his/my time. I suppose I could call Saraqiel back for a time and make another Kuro, but she's/I'm doing such impressive work, and I have plans for me/her.

Big, big plans.

- Saraqiel -

A single light spear, fired at immense speed, pierced her target with the greatest of ease, she had to get used to calling her self her and she, slipping up and referring to herself as male out loud could blow the whole thing after all.

As the man looked back at her with hatred and confusion, the spear embedded in his chest, she conjured a single light arrow, piercing his skull with a casual gesture.

Helmut Zemo, the man who would have broken the Avengers apart... dead without even getting a chance to defend himself.

Is he a part of Hydra in this world? Possibly, but either way he was a threat... or an annoyance.

I have some more work to do in Sokovia, another asset to collect while I'm here... the Punisher is tearing through the Hand's thugs with almost terrifying precision, and while the leaders have avoided his rage, they're gonna run out of followers sooner or later... but I want more minions for my 'divine crusade'.

Heading to the Sokovian prison, I tear through their forces with precision and fury, occasionally spouting some biblical nonsense about their crimes as I make my way deeper.

It doesn't take me long to reach my goal, a sneer on my face as I pin the few soldiers in the 'interrogation room' to the walls with my spears, making sure to not kill them by embedded a healing spell in the spear itself, chains bursting from the wall and binding them in place.

The room is soundproofed... which is why they had no idea they were under attack until I destroyed the door.

Looking over the prisoner being... 'interrogated', I sigh sadly. Mostly faked for effect, I knew what to expect, especially considering the state of undress of the soldiers in the room.

Hands cuffed behind her back as she is bent over the cold interrogation table, wearing only a pair of dirty camo combat trousers, a sign of her military origin, pulled down to her knees, cum leaking from her abused and sore ass and pussy, my first meeting with her isn't exactly ideal... or perhaps it is considering everything.

A carefully aimed light arrow destroys her cuffs, making her try to stand as she turns around, she falls to the floor, malnourished and barely conscious, more cum staining her dirty unwashed face as she stares up at me blinking in confusion.

If I had been trapped in my own personal hell for months, being raped and tortured after being forced to watch my whole squad executed, then an angel showed up, I'd probably be losing it as well. Her mind has already started to fracture, developing the split personality she has in the Iron Fist. Telepathy helps me start to fix that... more or less.

A single wave of my hand cleans her thoroughly, Eromancy for the win, and reaching down, I place a hand on her shoulder, flooding her body with healing magic as she gasps, her wounds from months of torture and rape healing.

"Mary Walker, you prayed for a miracle... to be saved from your hell. I am only sorry I did not hear your call sooner." I say sadly, 'conjuring' some clothing, a simple bra and black t-shirt for her (pulling them out of my inventory) to put on as she fixes her trousers, still seemingly shell-shocked, but recovering. She had retreated into her mind when they started, and she's been here for a couple of hours by this point. "I am Saraqiel, an Angel of Justice... and Vengeance, and I am here to answer your prayers."

"Y-you... you're?" Mary starts, her voice hoarse from either screaming or lack of use. "I... I can leave here?" she asks, hope and desperation in her voice, speaking quietly, barely audible over the moans and pleas from the soldiers.

"You can... but first, there is a matter of Vengeance to take care off. These sinful fools have harmed you greatly, my child... they must be punished." I say creating a blade of light. "The only question is whether you would like to do the deed yourself or leave it to me." I point out, her eyes widening.

"Y-you aren't going to tell me that I should let it go... to forgive and forget?" Mary asks as I offer her the sword.

"Of course not, righteous vengeance is no sin. They will die for their crimes, it matters little by whose hand." I say, watching her face fall into an enraged snarl as she turns to the pinned men. "Take your vengeance, child..."

As she rushes towards them, I simply watch as she does just that... they don't get to die quickly, but she'll find no judgement from me.

- Later -

Welp... that got out of hand quickly.

Pretty much every soldier in that prison is dead now, all the prisoners freed. I checked their minds for their 'sins' and punished the ones who deserved it, but a lot of them were innocent, or they had committed minor crimes at the most.

Teleporting myself and Mary to my... hideout (an abandoned cathedral in eastern Europe that I had Selene ward for me, while binding her to not tell anyone about the Saraqiel/Kuro link, she was more impressed than anything else), I let go of her, ignoring the way she presses herself against me, taking comfort in the warm presence Angels, even Fallen ones, give off.

"What... what happens now?" Mary asks, cleaned of the blood she was covered in after the slaughter.

"You should rest, my child... then I will return you to America. For me, there is still work to be done, justice to be dealt, vengeance to be delivered." I say calmly, leading her to the bedroom of the cathedral... I had to customise it a bit, but Build/Buy mode has its uses, even helped me deal with all the decay from the abandonment.

It came as a massive surprise when I first got a 'prayer', it confused the fuck out of me... but if people pray to me, by name, I get a call... and I've become quite famous.

It was after my slaughter of the cartels in Rio de Janeiro, a woman with an abusive husband who had happened to see me delivering vengeance prayed for me to help her and her daughter, to protect them from the drunken man she was married to.

So I shot him with a light arrow.

She's happier now, as is her daughter surprisingly, and both pray to me in thanks... which gives me a slight power boost every time they do.

Not to mention, the woman admitted she prayed to me for her husband to be punished, which has only increased my fame... after all, if I'm answering prayers then I must be the real deal, right?

"What... if I want to stay with you? If more people need help, like I did... can I help you? Help them?" she asks, almost desperately as I force down my grin.

"The path of an Agent of Vengeance is an endless one, full of conflict and tribulations. It is not something to be decided on hastily." I say, stopping her as she goes to speak. "Rest now, sleep on it... if you still desire to assist my quest, I will welcome you with open arms." I promise, making her beam at me.

[Fixing Broken Dolls] – Mary Walker [50]

There are countless women who have been broken, you specialise in putting them back together... if they grow attached to you, well that's just normal, right?

"C-can you stay with me?" she asks, her voice quiet and shy as she strips to her underwear, climbing into the bed.

"If that is what you desire, my child." I say calmly, dismissing my black dress as I join her, letting her cuddle up against my side. I don't wear anything beneath my dress, but she doesn't seem to mind as she becomes the little spoon, removing her bra.

...Kuro and Overlord Kuro are gonna need to start fucking, because I'm still a succubus and to make it worse, Fallen Angels are beings of Sin as well. This is going to be a trial.

As her firm ass presses into my crotch, I hold in a sigh, simply wrapping an arm around her, my wings wrapping around her body, cocooning her. I pretend not to hear the muffled sobs as I stroke her hair.

Realistically, I could have her head between my legs with a few words after what I did for her, but not right now... she's just gotten away a brutal gang-rape, It would be beyond indecent to push her right now.

- Kuro Prime -

Heading to my bedroom, I smile seeing Rogue sleeping in my bed.

Stripping down to my boxers, I carefully move to join her, smiling gently as she cuddles into me.

I could wake her up... but she's cute as fuck like this.

Besides... a chance to sleep for once? Even if it's early morning already? Yes, please.

Eh, Overlord Kuro can deal with our lust instead.

- Overlord Kuro -

WHY IS MY DICK SO FUCKING HARD?!

"Raynare, Mittelt, Kalawarner. Get to my bedroom, now." I order telepathically, staring down at my rebellious shaft. Sure, send all the lust of three bodies to one body, great idea me. Sometimes, I'm a fucking idiot.

- Next Morning -

"Morning, gorgeous." I say, giving Rogue a kiss as she starts to stir.

"Mhmm? Morning Kuro- wait, Kuro?!" Rogue shouts, waking up immediately as her eyes widen, staring me down.

"Hey." I say calmly, giving her another kiss. "Got back last night, and you looked fucking adorable in your sleep, so I let you rest." I say, chuckling as she blushes, slapping my chest slightly.

"You don't mind me sleeping here?" She asks, hesitant as I laugh and kiss her again.

"Of course not, but if you keep looking so delectable, we aren't going to make it to class..." I warn, looking over the skimpy nightie she is wearing as her blush travels down her neck.

"Oh, shut up... if we don't show up, Prof Logan's gonna come looking for us..." she says weakly as I kiss her neck, my hands on her ass.

"Hmm, good point. Guess this will have to wait till tonight." I say, pulling back as she blushes again. "Unless we want short, dark and hairy hunting us down."

"Then stop playing with my ass." Rogue says bluntly, rolling her eyes as I give it a squeeze.

"But it's so much fun... but fine, if you insist. We can play later." I laugh, letting her go with one last kiss, getting out of bed and equipping my clothes.

"That's so unfair... and how the hell is your hair always so perfect?" she asks, rolling out of bed and pulling her nightie off, rolling her eyes as my eyes roam over her naked body.

"I'm just perfect... or it's magic." I say, honestly... it's my Charisma stat.

"Your powers are bullshit." she deadpans, bending over as she gets her clothes... she didn't have to bend over so much to reach that... and she certainly didn't need to stick her ass out like that.

"If you're trying to make us late... it's working."

"Nope, I just want you to have a boner in class." Rogue teases as she gets dressed.

"...first of all, that's mean. Fair, but mean. Secondly... mission accomplished." I say with a slight frown.

"... were you always so pale?" she asks after a minute, looking at me closer.

"What? Oh, yeah... I meet my dad, Dracula and I'm a vampire now, don't worry about it. Also a demon... and the King of a hidden city. It was a busy weekend." I explain helpfully, showing her my fangs.

"...your life is so weird." she says after a moment.

"Yup."

- Class -

"Are you even trying Ellie?" I ask mockingly as I block her attacks easily. Expert level martial arts proficiency, for the win.

"If I had my powers I'd kick your ass." Ellie growls as I dodge her attack, tripping her into Yukio as she tried to catch me off guard.

"Would you though? Would you really?" I ask tauntingly as she pulls herself off Yukio with an annoyed blush. "It's a shame we will never find out." I say with a shrug.

"Scared, Tepes? We both know I'd destroy you with my powers, even if you're a weird magic vampire mutant alien, or whatever the hell you are today." Ellie taunts back.

"Heh, fine... a new bet then? Anything goes except nullification?" I ask, making her pause.

"You're on. What's the wager?" she asks as Yukio sighs fondly. In her mind, she's already realised that Ellie is going to lose, but she knows her girlfriend is too hotheaded to back down.

"I want a blowjob, right here, when you lose." I say with a smirk, looking over her clothing choice, a tank top with no bra and small black shorts. We're in the danger room, which has made multiple rooms for groups to fight in... so we are mostly in private, but Logan tends to make the rounds.

"When I win... I'm in charge next time me, you and Yukio fuck." Ellie counters after a moment, hesitant but too headstrong to refuse.

"You're just insatiable, aren't you?" Kitty asks as she and Rogue stop sparring, I've been nullifying Rogue this entire time so they can fight properly. Kitty won.

"He is... it's a miracle we got to class." Rogue confirms with a teasing smirk.

"Wait... is that why you two were late?" Kitty asks with a blush, Rogue mockingly licking her lips.

Hey, she got me hard, she had to help me out.

Logan just snorted, clearly smelling us on each other... but Xavier has told the teachers to give me special treatment because he's worried I'll join Emma full time.

Like I'd give up such easy access to this many mutants.

"Deal, bring it 'Negasonic'." I say stopping my nullification of her.

The thing about telepathy... is that it makes you very hard to catch off guard, especially when you're dealing with someone as hotheaded and straight forwards as Ellie.

Which means as she immediately rushes me, starting to glow, I find it far too easy to just... not be there when she hits.

A mixture of my own combat skills and my pure vampiric speed and abilities, she can explode, sure... but what use is that against mist?

[Mist Form] (Active)

Using your vampiric transformation abilities, you have gained the power to turn yourself into pure mist, making attacks pass through you.

Her explosion makes me... drift apart, my mist being flung around the room, but I reform with a thought. It's an odd sensation, no longer being solid, but it comes naturally.

Reforming behind her, a light, for a vampire, kick sends her flying as I smirk, dashing towards her and grabbing her leg as she flies back. Spinning her around, I let go of her leg and launch her back to the other side of the room, watching her bounce along the floor in amusement.

Fun fact, Ellie might be competitive by nature... but she didn't expect to win, she's decided that my powers are unfair nonsense that she can't compete with, but she's too prideful to just take it laying down, hence the taunting.

She tries again, of course, charging me... but she has mostly slacked off with her training, not as fanatical towards Xavier's cause as some of the others, and her combat skills are lacking because of it.

And once again, she is easily dodged, hitting nothing but mist before I strike her again, sending her tumbling to the ground.

Chains of light burst from the ground, binding her so heavily you can barely see the body wrapped in the golden metal chains, and to her shock... her explosions don't break them.

I'm a master of White Magic not, and my chains are nearly unbreakable, could they hold the Hulk? Of course not, but a rebellious mutant teen isn't even a challenge as I grin at her.

"I do believe that's my victory, my dear Ellie." I say with a grin as she squirms around like an earthworm, unable to move her arms or legs.

"Oh fuck you, you smug asshole. Yeah, yeah... you win. Now let me go." Ellie growls, not really angry just... embarrassed at her poor showing. Amusingly, she's just decided to take her training more seriously as a result.

Dispelling the chains, I watch as she rises to her knees, looking up at me with an angry blush.

"I'm no sore loser... well, get it out." she orders as Kitty gasps, Yukio and Rogue giggling about something, well Yukio is giggling, Rogue is chuckling. Interesting, Rogue, Kitty, Yukio and Ellie became friends while I was gone.

Nice to see.

As I go for my bottoms, Logan opens the door with a scowl.

"What part of no powers did you dumbasses not understand?" he growls, having heard the explosions.

Looking down at the suddenly shy Ellie, I merely mouth the words 'you owe me'.

Getting a nod from the scowling girl, I accept the scolding as Logan growls at Ellie and me, keeping Kitty, Rogue and Yukio in the clear as we rightfully take the blame.

- One Growly Scolding Later -

Sitting in Ororo's class, I grin to myself. To my great lack of surprise, we didn't get in trouble, the benefits of being me, I suppose.

My intelligence can be almost a curse for classes, it makes things awfully dull as the answers flood my head the moment I see the question. We're working on languages today, Spanish to be exact.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ororo stiffen in place, straightening up from where she was helping Bobby.

"Kuro, can you please go to Professor Xavier's office, he'd like to see you." she says, getting the classes attention. Ellie freezes thinking Logan told on us, greatly overestimating how much the older man cares that we got carried away, the rest of the class is filled with whispers, am I in trouble, is something happening? Gossiping mostly.

It's mildly amusing that Xavier has to go through a middlewoman to talk to me.

"Sure thing, Professor Monroe." I say smoothly, as if I haven't had those pouty lips wrapped around my dick.

+5 Affection with Ororo for letting her be professional, at least in class [45/100]

Giving her a secret smile, I catch just the slightest hint of a blush on her face as she goes back to ignoring me.

"Later, losers. Have fun in class." I say casually to my little group.

"Have fun with... whatever you're doing." Rogue replies as Yukio stops Ellie from biting back, a glare in her eyes as she blushes.

Aww... is the vibrating dildo in her pussy making it hard to focus? Getting Ellie to fuck around in public is pretty fun, and she's been trying not to react this entire time as 'I' play around with the controls.

Ellie hasn't noticed Yukio playing with something in her pocket yet. Yukio is kinda a freak, deep underneath the sunshine and butterflies. When I offered her a way to toy with her girlfriend in public, she snatched it up without a second thought... and she's been even more ruthless with it than I would have been. I even told her I wanted a blowjob for it, and she dropped to her knees and blew me in the dressing room without a moment of hesitation... with her girlfriend in the next stall. Not that Ellie would have been that surprised, it's not like I haven't fucked Yukio at this point.

Ellie might be the rebel, but Yukio is the adventurous one.

Heading out of the classroom, I give Yukio a knowing smirk which she returns, and give Rogue and Kitty a kiss.

Did I enhance Ellie's pleasure as I left? Maybe... She can complain all she likes, but the truth is that if Yukio asked her to she'd slip under the desk and eat her girlfriend out in the middle of class. Yukio's going to admit she is the one with the remote soon anyway.

Heading to Xavier's office, I zone out for the walk there... yes, I could sprint there in seconds, but why rush?

Knocking on the door, I get a call to enter moments later.

"Ah, Kuro. Thank you for coming, please... take a seat." Xavier says, gesturing at the seat in front of his desk. He's lucky he's played by Patrick Stewart, it makes me far more willing to deal with him despite my dislike of chess-master type characters.

"You must be wondering why I called for you?" Xavier asks rhetorically as I sit down. "To start with, your little experiment with Headmistress Frost and Miss Frost has already borne fruit... there's a mutant with the power to sense life, which includes unborn children, no matter how young. Headmistress Frost had him check young Cordelia this morning, and it has been confirmed... she is in fact pregnant. With triplets, actually." Xavier says, beaming slightly.

"Triplets... oops. I might have overdone it with the fertility spells." I admit with a slightly sheepish grin.

"I'd say this is a fantastic result, Emma has already made sure to boast to both myself and Erik." Charles says with an amused smile.

"Yeah... but I was thinking about Cordelia, she was nervous about becoming a mother at all, let alone a mother of three... well, I'm sure Emma will help out." I say making him nod in acknowledgement. "A father, huh? Well, I have nine months to get used to the feeling."

"As I'm sure Emma has said, you don't need to be involved if you do not wish to." Xavier promises, making me roll my eyes.

"Yeah, but I'm a sentimental moron at times, and these are my first kids." I admit with a shrug. I know me.

+10 Reputation with Charles for being sentimental like him [40/100]

"Ah, I see. Sentimentally can be a blessing and a curse, believe me, I know." he chuckles. "You will not need to deal with all the more... unpleasant parts of parenthood, at least." he says, making me nod. Advanced senses would be a problem when it comes to... ugh, diapers.

Give me a pile of corpses, any day.

"...do you have any children?" I ask on a whim, catching a hint of pain from the older man.

"One, a daughter. Xandra. Unfortunately... a difference of opinion with her mother forced us to part, Xandra remained with her mother, and I cannot see her." he admits, before swiftly changing the subject. "As you know, both myself and Erik also chose a member of our schools to be... impregnated, I have spoken with her in great length about this." he says as the door opens, getting my attention.

"Hey, Kuro... fancy meeting you here." Jean says, blushing slightly as she enters.

"Jean? Huh... I put my money on Rogue." I admit, making her roll her eyes.

"Please, the way you two are, that's just a matter of time." Jean deadpans. "Yup, it's me... didn't see that coming, huh?"

"Now, I'm sure you two don't need my advice for how to do this... and a strange old man watching from the corner would likely not help either." he deadpans making my chuckle. "So I've arranged for you both to have the day off from classes for this. I suggest you both talk and remember Jean, it's not too late to change your mind." Xavier says kindly.

"I'll be fine, but thank you, professor." Jean says with a small smile. "Shall we, Kuro?" she asks, offering me her hand.

...Eat shit, Scott Summers.

- Bonus Scene – Science cannot be stopped... if you have funding -

Being a scientist is a life of ups and downs, sometimes you make a discovery in a week, sometimes you spend years trying to prove a single theory while your fellow scientists mock your efforts.

But the biggest problem... is funding. It always was. There wasn't a single scientist in the world that could say they had enough funding, and every experiment drained their resources.

Which was why when she got an offer for her research into astrophysics to be funded by a mysterious sponsor she knew basically nothing about... she jumped on it. Should she have rushed into this? Probably not, but having what seemed like limitless funding was... incredible.

Miss Frost was someone she had heard off, and she'd seen Kuro Tepes's interview... but why did a magical teenager have such an interest in astrophysics? And why was the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the world acting as his middle-woman?

She just hoped she didn't come to regret this... but it was too enticing an offer to just ignore it.

"Soooo... can we get a coffee machine?" Darcy asked quickly.

"...we've finally gotten proper funding, and that's the first thing you ask? Not where it's coming from, who is funding us?" Jane asked with a sigh.

"Hey, I'm just saying... we both know things would be more productive if we got a coffee machine." Darcy defended, making her laugh slightly.

...She wasn't wrong.

- Bonus Scene – Vengeance is a dish best served cold -

"Mother, you can't be serious?!" Anastasia all but roared, glaring at her with slight tears in her eyes.

"I am, your father was far stronger and more talented than you... and he died hunting this... Kuro. I will not lose my daughter as well as my husband. That is final, you are not to leave the estate without my permission." Aleksandra Kravinoff ordered, watching her daughter scoff in disgust, storming off.

Sending a message to the estate guards to keep an eye on her, she leaned back with a sigh. No doubt she'd be calling herself Kraven soon.

Sergei had seemed so... strong, so powerful.

And he'd been killed by this magical teenager. The Hunt had gone so badly that he had not even been able to escape, and Calypso had vanished as well.

Tepes... Kuro Tepes.

He claimed in his interview to be a descendent of Vlad Tepes, perhaps he failed to mention just how closely related to Dracula he was. If Sergei had gone for a mage and found a Vampire, it would explain how her love died.

She needed to get everything into order, make sure her daughter didn't throw herself to her death against a Master Vampire... then she'd start looking into bringing her husband back.

Like Sergei, she knew a little about the occult, there were rituals and methods to return someone to life... she just needed to find his body first.

Revenge came second, she wasn't confident enough to attack a vampire of unknown strength without more information.