December 21st, 2026, Wednesday

9:37 P.M - Anthen City - Sector 38 - Federal Assembly of Aeloria

Fūzokujō District - Southern Anthen

The southern wing of Anthen City was a place people preferred not to look at too closely unless they had there priories to a different kind of illegal entertainment. 

The Fūzokujō district especially, was infamous, a literal breeding ground for vice, a labyrinth of neon signs and rotting brickwork, a kingdom claimed by the Black Dragon Gang, a the biggest Yakuza gang in the City, they rune 15% of the entire City of Anthen, which was basically the entire Southern parts of Sector-38. 

Drugs, women, and blood painted the cobblestones here. To outsiders, it was one of the most dangerous and crime infested red-light district to date in the entire F.A.A. To locals, it was hell dressed in cheap perfume, and place you wanted to be if pleasure and entertainment of the sex and party kind was what you were looking for.

And yet, amid the noise of shouting, laughter, and muffled cries of moans and skin slapping skin in alley ways, or bars or cheap motel in district, a single figure walked these streets without fear.

She was small, barely 4"6 in height, and a pale-skinned girl in a sleek black dress that clung to her modest yet shapely bust. 

High heels clicked against the uneven pavement as though she were walking down a ballroom floor rather than one of the most dangerous streets in the city. Straight, jet-black hair to point it look dark blue swayed with each step, framing an innocent smile that didn't match the dread in the eyes of those who saw her.

Her name passed in whispers before she even fully appeared.

"Holy shit look bro it's Ella."

"So the rumor where true, she awaken."

"Don't talk loud you moron, do you want to get killed, there is reason she earn the moniker of Butcher of Jinvas yak know."

"I would have never thought a Slave would rise in power like the way she did... Life truly works in mysterious ways."

The gang members leaning against walls straightened up, sweat prickling their brows despite the cool night air. Prostitutes, painted in cheap makeup and weary smiles, dipped their heads as if a queen had passed them by. Even drunks sobered up enough to stumble out of her way.

It wasn't her beauty that froze them, nor her size, but the implications of her presence here. The memory of what she had done to earn her name lingered like smoke in the alleys. And yet, she hummed as though she carried no burdens at all, the childish sing-song tone of London Bridge is Falling Down leaving her lips, light and carefree.

Danger wrapped around her like perfume, but she carried it as though it were perfume, natural, casual, almost sweet, but anything that is beautiful in nature is often time the most poisonous of creatures.

And Ella was one such being in these parts... alas, she wasn't ways this strong, and even if she was, her reputation would have not been achievable if it where not for her beloved, unique, feared, power, magnificent, esteem, benevolent, awesome, unmatched, handsome, undefeatable, undeniable, and Supreme master.

Just thinking about him now, made her wet, as she bite her lip with immense love for the man.

"Calm down Ella, calm down, you will be rewarded soon"

She said, a she continued her stroll.

The deeper she walked, the more the city seemed to bow. Gangsters who once would have jeered at women shrank into silence. Prostitutes parted ways in reverence. In the chaos of Anthen's south, Ella moved like a saint in a cathedral.

And she was happy.

Just a month ago, all these people looked down on her, and abuse her and her twin sister.

But now like ants and bees seeing their queen approaching they all shrank back in fear, and she fucking love it.

Just a month ago, she had been nothing but a slave, forced to sell drugs on these very corners, and give hand jobs when she was asked, all because of her stupid parent's that died with a great debt causing her and her sister to become slave to the Leader of the South, the vile man who made her teenage years hell... To him, they where no more than a cute toy. 

A pair of disposable girl.

Now, the same streets bent to her will. The same men who beat her feared the sway of her dress. Her lips curved into a genuine smile, one born not of arrogance, but of satisfaction.

Still, tonight wasn't about reminiscing.

Ahead rose the Black Dragon's pride, beside their monopoly on the city Southern district, but before Ella a towering building that doubled as their headquarters and Anthen's most popular night club dubbed the Rose Garden.

From the outside, its walls pulsed with bass, the music leaking through the long line of hopefuls that wrapped around the block. A hundred people waited, desperate to get in. But not her... Ella was here on official business.

As such she didn't wait up.

Her heels clicked as she walked past the line, ignoring the envious stares. Some recognized her and bowed their heads. Others, fresh faces, did not, and their voices rose in protest.

"Oi, what the hell? We've been waiting for two hours and you are just letting that woman in?"

A ripple of tension cut through the crowd. Everyone who knew her, knew what came next. Ella stopped before the bouncer, a mountain of a man in a black suit, his jaw clenched, sweat sliding down his temple. She tilted her head and spoke softly.

"Mikey...

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, then he answered like a man facing judgment.

"Yes Lady Ella!?"

Her lips curved faintly, and looked at the noisy man.

Gave him smile, then she looks back at Mikey and said.

"The floor is too clean."

No further words were needed. Mikey's face paled...but he understood. The crowd outside heard it too, and though they didn't know the meaning, the silence that followed spoke volumes. 

A moment later, after Ella walk into the building leaving the scenery behind a loud screams of terror erupted from the outside, sharp and panicked, before two gunshots cut through the air.

Inside on the other hand, the world was a different beast. Lights strobed across the club, bodies grinding on the dance floor in drunken lust, laughter spilling over the pounding music. 

Men and women stripper alike entertain their patron, some stripped bare, some flaunting wealth, others only shame drowned themselves in the intoxicating chaos. Strip poles gleamed under spotlights.

Glasses clinked. 

Illegal deals whispered in dark corners.

But Ella ignored it all. She had a purpose.

She moved straight to the back without paying anyone currently here any attention at all, as she made her way to a gilded elevator guarded by men with earpieces. 

Without a word, she pressed the special blue button three times. And the steel doors closed around her, and the world of sweat and music faded as the elevator rose upwards.

Up, past the hotel floors, past the VIP gambling hall where fortunes were lost in hours, past the private theaters and illicit games. Higher, until the air itself felt heavier due to quietness of the place she now find herself in.

The doors opened onto the top floor.

Red LED strips glowed faintly along the walls, guiding her forward into a penthouse swathed in minute darkness. Armed men lined the path, each one bowing as she passed. Her heels echoed in the hush, a sound more commanding than gunfire to these harden gang members.

All of them where Yakuza, shirtless, muscular, other fill with full body tattoos, or have katanas at their side, drunk, high, but none of them make scenery before her.

At the end of the hall was the office, this was the place she needed to be.

And without hesitation... She pushed the door open without knocking.

And that's when she saw the person she was supposed to meet tonight.

A great glass window showed behind him, a view so high in the sky-scraper the entire city could be seen from where he sit.

And behind the desk sat a man whose presence once dominated these streets of Anthen.

Kageyama Ryu.

Fear had worn him down, especially in the last month and counting nearing for two.

Ryu sat behind the heavy oak desk, the weight of the years carved into his face. His once-proud frame still carried the bulk of a seasoned fighter, broad-shouldered and scarred, but the power that had once made men cower now seemed hollow. 

His left arm rested stiffly on the desk, the knuckles scarred and tattooed with faded ink from his Yakuza days when he was physically active in the streets.

The right sleeve of his tailored black suit hung useless, limp fabric swaying slightly when he shifted, a constant memory of the arm that was no longer there.

Beads of sweat clung to his temples despite the cool air, trailing down into the creases of a face that had once radiated authority but now betrayed unease. 

His hair, slicked back with oil, was peppered with gray, and the sharp eyes that had once calculated every deal, every betrayal, now darted too quickly, unable to hold Ella's gaze for long. 

The cruelty in them hadn't fully vanished, it lingered like embers under ash, but fear to the woman before him, one of many slave but in her case former, had dulled their fire.

But that aside, Ella smiled, tilting her head just slightly, her voice calm and pleasant.

"Hello, Ryu."

He flinched as though the words themselves carried blades. 

"E–Ella… hello....

He said softly.

Then she stepped forward, in an unhurried manner.

Standing proud before her former capture and tormentor.

"It's nice to see you again. But sadly I am only here for the protection fee. And of course, I presume you have the files my master requested?"

At the mention of her master, Ryu left hand twitched, and grabbed his stump, as his right shoulder, empty and scarred, seemed to ache with phantom pain. 

He forced a smile, though his voice cracked.

"Yes business... of course, please go ahead and check. Everything is on the desk. You can count the money if you want to be sure."

On the desk lay a large black suitcase, crisp and heavy. 

Ella flipped it open. 

Neat stacks of cash filled it, thirty percent of the month's profits was in here.

She didn't need to count it; she knew Ryu valued his remaining arm too much, alongside his own life. Still, she let her fingers brush the bills before closing it again.

"Master will be most please Ryu... Very please indeed."

"We live to serve."

He said nervously.

What can he do anyway, his entire gang, alongside his family, was Soul Bound.

Still after seeing this, Ella attention went to an envelope and a flash drive, she then open it and place the flash drive in the envelope, and the envelope in the suite case before closing it back up again.

She then took a seat, before Ryu, and asked.

"Now then, make it quick and tell me what is the live report on the new drug, SED-34 was very potent, so it without a doubt it should be very addicting."

Ryu cleared his throat, his voice low, as he began his report.

"The drugs your master supplied us, well to be honest they've changed everything we know about conventional aphrodisiac's. Clients can't get enough it. It is so potent in fact, that it even made one of our straightest men gay, when his partner could no longer take him, he went berserk and rape the guard... However we found out that if we mix it liquid it dilute the effects to a great degree, because of that we are illegally applying it to our drinks now, so people can buy our service more, just this month profit quadruple."

Ryu said, as he gave a thin smile that soon, faltered as he change the topic, and said. 

"But that is report out of the way, but that aside... I did everything you asked and beyond... So would you please consider putting in a good word for me, won't you? For old times sake?"

Ella's eyes softened in amusement at this man braveness and stupidity.

But they need this man, so she just answered normally.

"You know Ryu, I trust your judgment. And I am sure you won't act up, hell I know you can't."

She leaned just slightly closer, her voice lowering to a whisper that made him stiffen. 

"After all, if you did… my master won't return your arm. Just so you know, it is still alive, you know. Still well... But no, not yet, prove your loyalty more, and may consider forgiving you for the hell you put me through."

Ryu remain quiet as he replied trembling.

"As you wish my lady... That aside though, can I atleast asked how my daughter is doing?"

"You mean Makima hehehe she is doing well, very, very well. Must be nice having such a sweetheart like her... a loving daughter like her only come once in thousand years, going as far, and doing her best to help her old man pay for his sins... But to answer your question, just know she is serving master as a proper bedmaid should. And from what I heard from master... And how frequently he fucks her, that girl must has one hell of a pussy on her... I am surprised she isn't pregnant yet."

Ryu's face was drained of color.

And Ella straightened, smiling once more as though the exchange had been pleasant. 

But right after she got up, and grabbed the suitcase, as she turn to leave but before she left.

She said.

"Ohhh... And Ryu, although I was the one who led master to you, and basically ruin your life... You will soon come to see the benefits of being apart of the Cult of The Dark Mother... Master said, just this month alone alot has change, and as much as I hate you, you are fellow believer by the end of the day, willing or not. So take my foolish advice and head my words... prepare for the call... Because When the Dream of the Dark Father bleed into the believers...we will all transcend the confines of the flesh and become more than mere humans, it won't be long now, the cult is just starting out, but due to us being behind we cannot be slothful, if you really want my master favor, earn it, how, well just do as you are told, and remember to offer the weekly sacrifices of only the best... Apart from that have a goodnight and see you next month."

Those were the last words Ella left for Ryu, and she leave's his office.

Then down through the red-lit corridor, past the bowing guards, back into the elevator. 

And finally the doors closed.

By the time she left the place, she stepped into a dark alley outside, the music of the club was only a dull hum behind her. 

Waiting there was another girl, identical in every feature of her own self, except for her white hair and crimson eyes.

The two saw each other, and hugged one another.

"It's seem you beat me to the meeting point first sissy."

"I am just quicker on my feet is all. So tell me how is the old fuck doing?"

"Hahaha you should have seen his face Alle... I was pretty sure he was on the verge of shitting himself."

"Gross....

Alle said to Ella as thet looked each other in the eye, chuckling darkly with each other.

"That aside Alle."

Ella said, her tone light. 

"Did you collect from the Libera gang?"

Her sister nodded once. 

"Done... They gave me a little trouble, but nothing I can't handle, although I ended up killing alot of them tonight, I am pretty sure I put their leader son in coma tonight."

"Serve them right, how dare they defy master."

Ella smiled.

And Alle said.

"Well it doesn't matter, we got what we came for anyways, still when we get home, I am going to take a long bath in the sauna."

"Same here... Now then sis, open the door way, and let's leave this dump."

"On it."

Alle said as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a brass doorknob, polished and strange. Holding it in the air, she turned it, and with a shimmer, a door manifested out of nothing,  glowing faintly with familiar rune around it.

If one look closely they would see the word's 

O.P.E.N

In Kaly's Divine Language.

As such the door knob was a product of Admission magic. 

Either way, she began opened  the door and push it inwards.

And beyond it was no alley, no city, but a vast chamber, larger even than the Ryu personal penthouse. 

The air was thick, heavy, and potent with sex. From within came the unmistakable sounds of moaning, raw and unrestrained.

Ella and Alle stepped through together, closing the door behind them, and deactivating the nob as Alle put it back in her pocket.

Soon the approached the man fucking the daylights out of a woman. Follow current novels on NoveI(F)ire.net

And both fell to one knee, lowering their heads.

Their voices were one as they spoke.

"Father Nier, we have returned from our mission."

On the bed ahead, Nier pulled himself free from the body of a woman beneath him, his cock making a popping sound as he free himself from her tight and soft hole.

Cum dripping out from it.

The woman was in her thirties, clearly Japense, her voluptuous figure glistening with sweat. Her breath came ragged, her body still trembling from his touch.

However she was too exhausted to get up alongside Nier.

But Nier on the other hand stood up, his eyes, sharp and dark, fell on his two servant's, his Bishops. 

His voice carried a faint amusement, she look down on them, his cock hard, yet free of shame as he said.

"My, my... You two came back rather quickly.... Hmm still... well done Ella, Alle... I presume you two got my money from the leaders as well?"

In sync they respond 

"Every last cent." ×2