Chapter 91 Making Warriors out of some girls.

Deep within the underground Art was getting down to business, to defeat the French, by training a bunch of girls. To make them into proper archers he had created a training course and a gym for them to use.

Luckily enough the ship actually held an old gym that with some polishing and the creation of some wooden weights and bars had become operational. Sadly he only had a bunch of girls and no sons.

Which were quite a sad bunch in the beginning not even managing to look him in the eyes, stand up straight or say, Yes Sir. Many of the girls were hardly even capable of lifting more than 20 kilograms in the bench press. Their pull-ups and pushups were acceptable, but not enough to defeat French men, even if they were merely the French.

But little by little, with each passing day as they went through their training all began to improve. His new wives Accalia and even Lili partook in the training motivating the rest of the females to keep on pushing.

"Don't worry girls somehow I'll make warriors out of you. Just keep your minds tranquil as a forest, but hold that fire within. Trust me once you find your center, just keep that aim and you are sure to hit your targets and win."

Saying this along with a few slaps on the girls butts encouraged them for sure, even if they were a spineless, beautiful, pathetic lot without a clue, still somehow he started to mold them into proper warrior women.

But still some girls complained.

"Please wait, just let me catch my breath."

"Ooh, I feel like I'm dying. Feel free to say goodbye to those who know me."

"Oh girls was I a fool in Eden for cutting on my exercises?"

Lili nonetheless held strong and didn't complain at all in hopes that none could see just how exhausted she in fact was. To be pregnant definitely didn't help her working out in the gym. Plus who knew that large breasts would get in the way in almost all and every exercise so much?

Well at least she was an expert amongst these girls on swimming. Although Art was even better with that still.

To survive Arts hellish training, running, obstacle courses, gym, swimming and lastly archery one had to be swift as the coursing river, be a warrior girl with all the force of a great typhoon, mad like a feline cat with all the strength of a raging fire and mysterious as medieval ninja hiding under the darkness of the moonless sky.

Like so time was quickly raging towards them, till the wedding bells would be rang. All around the land the two Dukes were heeding Arts warnings and getting ready for a fight.

Sadly for Lili and Accalia it quickly did start to become obvious that their pregnant selves were not in fact suited for the rage of war and so Art said.

"Go pack up your things, go home, you're through. Instead go make light stones Lili and you Accalia work on those Crossbows, ok?"

It was disheartening but there was no making a warrior out of her 142 centimetres tall of a self. Even Accalia due to her moody behaviour and pains had failed.

Truly they were unable to be swift as the coursing river, have the force of a great typhoon, although they did have the strength of a raging fire at least. A fire that Art was nonetheless quick to subdue within bed. However both of them were at least kind of mysterious like the dark side of the moon as they double teamed Art in bed, one a female furry Lycan and the other a beautiful girl with a halo upon her head as she prayed to God to give her strength in bed.

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At the same time the Archbishop of Albion was struggling with his own inner thoughts. He was Gascon, a mighty holy man that had for long done as the lord had desired and yet now he was being denied.

Falling to his knees within the churches great halls he looked to the image of Mary and the dancing candle fires there and said.

"I confess to God almighty, to blessed Mary ever Virgin. To the blessed archangel Imperiel. To the holy apostles, to all the saints! Beata Maria. You know I am a righteous man, a man who of my own virtue I am justly proud.

And to you, Father. Beata Maria! You know I'm so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd or that Prince.

Surely I have not sinned, not like him, I deserve better. Then tell me, Maria that it is so. Surely even as I see that girl dancing there in my mind, in that fire it is to show me a sign. Why does her bright enchanting eyes still scorch my soul and yet I cannot hold her as my own?

Even In thought, in my dreams I can so feel her, I see her, touch her once more. The sun caught in her light blonde hair is blazing in me taking me out of all control."

Looking at his empty old hands without a single message of reply within them from her, he could feel his heart boil. He had gold, he had influence and yet it still wasn't enough it seemed, but so he swore then.

"In word and deed, like fire, hellfire, this fire in my skin, this burning desire will turn me to sin. It's not my fault, not at all my fault. I'm not to blame, It is the girl. That witch who sent this flame to me.

Is this a Gods test for me? If so then I must apologise, but to gain that girl I will become a devil stronger than that man. I will have her for myself."

Though as he said this his body quaked and trembled. There was an inner battle within him raging on. Looking back up into the Virgin Marys beautiful portrait he prayed and asked once more.

"Protect me, Maria. Don't let this siren cast her spell on me. Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone. Destroy Lili Lionheart, and let her taste the fires of hell. Or else let her be mine and mine alone. Hellfire, dark fire, now girl, it's your turn, choose me or your funeral pyre. Be mine or you will burn!

Lord have mercy. God have mercy on her. Lord have mercy. God have mercy on me. Lord have mercy. But she will be mine. Or she will burn!"

Gascon tried to fight his urges, but the more he looked upon the painting of the virgin Mary, the more he wanted that beautiful girl. No matter how much gold, how much sin, how many dead were to be made or if he needed to betray the entire Church for this, he didn't care. Just like the Pope had gotten his place by nefarious means, he would do so as well with this girl. And with her help he would gain the seat at the head of the faith for himself.

He would summon the red banners, the brotherhood of Kane, the French and all he could if he could just touch her again.

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Down south, over the straight of Uther, within the lands of Brittany darkness rained. There close to the castle of their Duke people hid in fear of the night. For many amongst them had already been attacked by the creatures of the night who always came each and every night to suck out their blood.

None had seen what it was that was taking their blood. Only shadows of a figure within the darkness and fog had been seen. The Duke had been asked for help, but he never cared as none had ever died.

But still people were in fear, none wanted to be bit and lose strength like had been done for so many before hand. And indeed that night like so many nights before a foolish young thing had curiously peeked out into the fog. And as she did so, she saw within the fog two crimson red eyes looking straight at her.

Quickly the girl seemed to freeze in place and then as if remembering something she began to make her way towards the door. With her peasant family huddled around the fire they failed to notice as the door suddenly creeked open and in a whisper the girl invited four pale figures dressed in black inside.

Then as the wooden boards of the floor made a loud squeaking noise the peasant family of 4 turned to look who had entered. And as they did all of them suddenly seemed to be hit by some invisible force which caused their bodies to freeze in place, as if all thoughts had left their minds.

Sitting there the family were powerless to do anything as a large dark haired man with crimson red eyes walked slowly to the mother of the family. Then as he came close, he kneeled down next to the woman, brushed away some of her loose hair exposing her neck. Then with gentle movements he pushed the woman to the ground as he bit into her neck. Immediately the woman let out a moan of pleasure, to her it seemed as if she was in the middle of making love as her eyes turned to hearts and she lovingly wrapped her body around the man who was sucking out her blood.

A short petite pale girl, with crimson red eyes and silver hair on the other hand merely pounced on one of the teenage boys within the family and began sucking out his blood. She did not let him touch her as she surprisingly easily pinned his hands to the ground and drank her fill of blood.

While this was happening the third pale figure much like the petite girl, but more developed and taller gently took the little girl into her embrace at the door. With love and care like a real mother she hugged the little thing and slowly sucked out the girls blood. The girl merely hugged the woman back, seemingly enjoying the activity.

Lastly there stood a silver haired young woman with crimson red eyes dressed in black. Her complexion was much better than the other three and even through the black clip akmit was visibly obvious that the young woman had a well developed figure.

Seeing her the father of the family remained motionless, seemingly unmoved by her figure. But then a thin black tail with a heart shape at the end of it came out from under the woman's cloak causing the father's expression to turn to horror.

Within his medieval peasant mind a fire of rage was lit. From birth he had been thought to hate, kill and burn all demons. The church had warned of them time and time again, they were humanities natural enemies and were to be burned in righteous fire so that they filth could be cleanhced from this earth.

This seemingly caused the magic that held him in place to start breaking. In rage he gritted his teeth as he looked murderously into the demon big crimson red eyes and yelled.

"Damn, demon! I'll kill you!"

The man desperately wanted to stand up, but suddenly the demons tail came before the demons body, then the heart shape at the end of it slightly opened up and from it a pinkish cloud of mist came out. It moved slowly, but as it came to contact with the man's face he foolishly breathed it in not understanding what it was, and as he did so his entire body shook.

Suddenly the man's anger began to fade and in its stead pleasure began to take hold. A big stupid smile came upon his face as he looked with lust upon the demon, his mouth fell open and drool could be seen there. The man was like a panting dog in heat as he looked upon her.

Then as of to answer the man's deepest desires the demon came with swaying hips before him, she used her tail to pull down the man's pants letting his already erect cock come loose from its cage.

Seeing it the demons eyes turned to disappointment as she said.

"Barely average, how disappointing."

And without any regard for the man, she lifted up her right leg, revealing a little of her skin and the high heel she wore, and then she stepped on his cock with force. Immediately the man flinched in response, but not out of pain, but pleasure as he yelled.

"AHH, yes! Thank you mistress, please give me some more! Release me!"

Happy to oblige the demon merely smirked at the man as she began to move her high heel up and down his election. She seemed to really be amused by the sight of the lustful man under her as she harshly then stepped on him again.

And with that the man let out a loud groan as he quickly came. Seed spurted onto the man's own peasant shirt and the demons high heels. However seeing it she seemed quite disappointed.

"Damn, that's it? That's less than the last one."

Sighing in defeat she then crouched down next to the heaving man and with her fingers began to scoop up the seed and eat it. The process was quite slow and the energy she got minimal, but the demon didn't seem to mind. For whatever reason her transformation to this form had made her crave for this, and though she craved it, she didn't want to partake in it in any other way. She had standards after all.

Seeing the demons woman's actions the petite bloodsucker clicked her tongue and commented by saying.

"Yiu, that's so disgusting. Gives me shivers each and every time."

Hearing this the mature motherly woman was quick to snap back at the petite girl.

"Hey Shalltear, don't speak like that about your sister. You're both special in your own ways and well, Twiska is a bit more special compared to us and that's that. We are all just trying to eat so we don't starve, so try and understand your sister please."

Shalltear didn't seem pleased by this as she said.

"Yeah, but shes not doing that to survive but to get some magical power as all. So it's not like she really has to do it, hmm."

To these words Shalltear only gained a stare of warning from her mother. While Twiska uncaring of all of this merely complained to her dark haired father by saying.

"Father, why do I have to feed on these peasants still? Where is the prince that you promised me, the one in Albion? I hear his really strong and probably quite big as well, I hope."

Hearing this the black haired man let go of the moaning woman under him and looked at the teenager as he said.

"There's been a change of plans. The boy apparently found himself a new bride. But worry not my lovely little girl, I am already working on getting him for you along with that kingdom as well."

Listening to this the petite girl perked up as she excitedly asked.

"Oh, so will we be going to fight those Lycans there? Didn't the master say that they're strong foes for us, although I'm sure that I can take them as I am now, surely?"

The black haired man hearing this merely shook his head and said.

"No, you will be going nowhere. You'll stay here with your mother for now. You're still too young and inexperienced to go into real combat, honestly even I'm not too sure about this as it hasn't even been ten years since we all got turned.

So for now I'll be the one to be going on this campaign alone. I do have some support inside the kingdom there, but to do this properly I'll need to call up our allies and the king for help. And because of that I cannot have you girls running around on the battlefield. People already suspect us of being something dark as it is. And besides it's going to be extremely dangerous there. I don't know how they did it, but those upstarts somehow managed to defeat the Lycans and so they cannot be underestimated now.

But worry not for they are surely weakened now thanks to the war. So its going to be merely a matter of time until I win and gain more land for our family and the kingdom as well. Then the selection for our meals will be ever greater as will be our power. Soon we will not have to hide at all. We will be free to roam the land and do as we wish to do."

Smiles spread upon the three pale female faces as they heard this. Soon they could feast plenty and with it their complexions would grow as well. Then they would not be pale, but pretty and their spells more effective. But most of all they all wished to gain freedom. For too long they're kind has had to hide within the shadows, but soon they would be the overlords of this world and free to live out their eternal lives without fear of someone ending them.