Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

Chapter 79: The Islands Are Magic

[? WOW – Zara Larsson.]

Myreen of Thrasos, the red dragon, licked at her giant forked tail on the banks of the island. The sun was diving down the sky and painted the horizon, from sea to shore, a wet gold. Contrary to what the history books said, dragons were much alike to cats than was accounted for.

They bathed themselves, and didn't shit in public.

Myreen had secured the surrounding of the island as hers; she had roared off the few Spectres who'd dared intrude—all to serve her Mistress's bidding and secure the Blood Prince until his healing was finished. The darned [Guardian] wolf had kept pestering her. Even now, it lay beside her huge body on the the beach, furry little as a toy.

'Cute, but can never be a mate,' she observed.

Myreen abruptly dropped her tail when she spotted the forehelm of an approaching ship. The tip was like a spear in the waning light of dusk. Her horned head lifted up in interest. So did the dog's at her feet.

The two Familiars watched as a small boat dropped out of the bigger frigate, lowered by long ropes. As it rowed the shallow fronts to shore, both the red dragon and [Guardian] wolf saw little hands waving up to another set high on the ship's deck. It was the AURORA. By the time the carrying boat was reaching the banks, the ship was again a distant dot in the seascape.

Myreen watched as the boat pulled up to shore and hit the sand. Three young women jumped out to the beach. They had shocking beauty.

If they were shocked to find a gigantic crimson dragon and gray dire wolf waiting before them, neither of them showed it. It was almost. . . uncanny. Myreen sniffed at the air as they boldly came closer; the one with the cane and bob had a red ring glowing up in her hand; the one with the lusty violet eyes smelled like.

. .like. . .the injured Apollyon.

The great Red Dragon rose to a crawl when they all finally stopped before her. Myreen growled, "who the fuck are you?"

WOOF!

The [Guardian] wolf barked.

She noticed the thin one with the green pupils cut mean eyes at her. "Who the fuck are YOU?"

Myreen nearly shrank at her moxie. Such delicate little thing, yet fiery. She spread out her large, red wings. "You cocky bitch!"

"Easy, Myreen!" The one with the purple eyes stepped out and held up a hand. She had the most alluring persona. Her sex allure was off the charts. Even Myreen noticed—and she was a Dragon. "Let's not get into it. We are all on the same side here."

"Same side? How the hell do you know my name? Tell me before I turn you to ash!"

Myreen commanded, and watched the purple-eyed brunette smile coldly, before saying, "I doubt you could do that, Myreen of Thrasos. But to answer your question and keep the peace, I am Aya Naamah, slave succubus to the Apollyon we know you're protecting; Lord Israfel BlüdThïrste. I am a friend, believe me. Though I am sure you already know this from your sniffing."

Aya turned to introduce the others with her. She pointed to the fiery jade girl, "Ravenna," and the one with the cane and professional bob, "and this is Detective Rosamunde."

"I do not know you personally, Myreen. . .but I know your Mistress, Hèla. I was once vassal to Lord Morningstar," Aya finished. She explained the locator spell and their travel to the island. When she ended, Myreen folded her wings in respect and deftly bowed her huge snout to the ground.

She looked up with her reptilian cut eyes from the beach sands.

"Forgive me, Mistress Naamah," said the red dragon. "—we expected no company. Our friends are few in the Empire. And with the number of Spectres and Shadows dispatched from Titans Landing to comb the continent, we must be ruthless with the security of the Apollyon. I will lead you to His Eminence.

If you would please follow me." Myreen shifted her huge bulk and started to patter away from the beach into the dense tropic forest.

WOOF!

The blue wolf barked again. But now, it sounded more like a yip.

"All the colors are vibrant here," Ravenna remarked. "It's amazing how one island can he different from the other in meteorology. The weather back at the Academy for Witches was more of fall season and sleepy winter. Here, it's all summer and sunlight. And it's just one island over! Hah!"

Rosamunde smiled in step with her. "Yep! This is Corynthia. My home. You know, we do have a saying among the locals; 'the islands are magic.'"

"Hmm. Nice!" Ravenna skipped ahead.

Though the Detective was only two years older, her adult composure and mystery contrasted with Ravenna's seventeen year old curiosity. The dusk gave way to a splendid twilight that bounced robust colors off the sea surface and into the evergreen woods. The three women were led by Myreen; Ravenna tumbling in the meadows, trying to grasp and smell every flower she saw.

She plucked some, made a wreath and wore it as a crown. The mix of her green eyes turned her into the likeness of a sprite.

The [Guardian] wolf followed at the heels of Aya, suddenly finding a new mistress to pine over.

Myreen was not forgotten though. It's salivating tongue dashed at the slashing tail.

They soon came by the creek, and the bridge.

Ravenna hunched over the polished stone. She ate up the running whiteness of the water and pebbles at the periphery.

"We're here. The Apollyon lies within!"

Myreen of Thrasos suddenly announced.

Aya Naamah, Ravenna, and Rosamunde all peered up from their staring to the looming Brownwood of a sturdy cabin, built into the narrow finge of forest and creek. It was a beautiful home. The blue wolf ran to the silent door and rubbed its body on it. It lifted paws and scratched until a female voice was heard within.

"Dammit, Blue!"

The door was suddenly wrenched open.

All three women on the porch stiffened. The wind in the garden also seemed to still.

Eyes bright and wet as real blood zoomed in on them.

Aya was first to break the silence, "Lady Sekhmet? I thought...I thought you were a myth?"

Ravenna watched the tall, platinum blonde with the deadly eyes and crimson lips; as those lush lips split in a sultry smile of recognition. She walked over from the door.

"You must be the harem. Welcome!" She greeted.

Sekhmet offered her hand to each of them. Aya introduced. When it came to Ravenna's turn, she paused, "Ravenna de Vries? As in, Thebault de Vries? That cunt is your father?"

Blood rage entered her eyes, and before little, cute, emerald-eyed Ravenna had a chance to respond. . .

"YAAAHHHHHH!"

Sekhmet, the Lioness of Amun-Ra leapt for her.