It was somewhere around in the afternoon. The sky turning to a gentle orange and the day growing tiresome. Apollyon was walking through the woods, away from the village. In her arms, she carried the body of Dielle's father. His neck covered in half a ring of blood and his arm hanging down lifeless. Apollyon did what she said she would, end his suffering and ease his pain. Soon she stopped and came across a hole she had buried beforehand. She takes one last look at the father. Conflicted in her thoughts between knowing if she did right or wrong. It felt right for once in all her killing but it also felt wrong because it was right. She drops the body into the hole and uses the shovel stuffed into the dirt pile to bury the body up. As she was filling up the hole her memory sprang upon her again. Back where it was left off, she was sitting in front of the pub still later in that day. Her mother approached her and they both made eye contact.

Apollyon's tears were dried up and she blankly stared into her mother's eyes. Her mother's lips moved again but this time she heard her sweet voice speak to her. "How much did you see?" she asked.

The little girl did not say a word or even tried to say anything at all. Her mother looked at her devastated. She felt like she disappointed her own child. "I am so sorry," she says her voice breaking apart. "You were not meant to see that my child." her mother added.

The little girl stood up to her feet and just hugged her mom. Her mother almost burst into tears until she felt her daughter embrace her. All she wanted was for her to come back and she did. She came straight back to her daughter, Apollyon. The memory suddenly ended and we come back to Apollyon as her adult self. She finished burying Dielle's father and would return with the news. Before she even began to walk back a thought was bothering her. Knowing she was somewhat alone she could speak about it to herself.

"What is this?" Apollyon asked herself aloud, feeling her chest. "What is this feeling?" she asks herself as it felt sour and sickening. "Am I regretting this? Regretting a death I caused for their own good? I have never felt this stressed over one that I caused." she said. She then put one foot behind her to turn the other direction but something stopped her. She couldn't walk away from this weird predicament even though she wanted too. Something held her at bay. Throwing her head down angrily, clenching her fist tight she couldn't walk away. "Why can't I walk away from this?!" Apollyon angrily asked. Like a catapult shot, it hit her and she remembered.

Back at the one fateful day, the day her home was raided. Except after the chaos ended, she arose from the shadows. Apollyon, as a small adolescent, walked through the village that was burning and destroyed all around her. As she looked around she came across multiple dead bodies, most were people that lived there in her village too. She didn't find anyone she recognized until she did. Her mother, dead. Her body lay still on the cold wet runny mud on the ground. Apollyon looked all around her and saw no one else alive. Not one other person that survived the attack was ever seen, it became noted as a complete massacre. When her homes defenders arrived to look over the damage, that same day a deadly promise was made. A promise sealed by blood.

"You survived all this little one?" asked the tall black armored knight the small girl.

"Why?" asked the small girl.

The knight tilted his head.

"Why did you not come and save us?" the small girl asked.

"I had a choice to make. Well, more of a judgment I guess you could say." the knight answered calmly to the small girl.

"Judge us?" asked the small girl.

"Yes. Your village was put marked as to know if we should even put effort into defending it. I'm sorry but, you were not worth anything to us. Now I see what my decision lead me to." the knight answered looking at all the destruction around them. "Do not worry now. We are here and we'll take you somewhere safer. Get you fed and clean clothes." the knight said as he held out his open hand to the girl.

The small girl looked up at the knight blankly. The knight felt the dreadful staring overwhelm him and knew what the answer was going to be. He lowered his hand, sighing sorrowly he sped off on his horse. She was all alone.

Back to Apollyon as an adult, she stood over the grave of Dielle's and her brother's father. It was different in the situation but she knows what it is like to lose someone close like family. She may have been the one to kill their father but she understood the suffering they were going through. The only difference is they didn't have a certain push to become a murderous Warlord. Apollyon took a deep breath and was able to walk away now. She returned to Dielle's home and saw her standing outside the home beside the giant hole they walk in and out from. Dielle's face expressed sorrow completely.

"Your father is now resting eternally. Suffering no longer." Apollyon said.

"Thank you, my lord. I don't know what to say or how to repay you for your troubles." Dielle said sounding grateful but expressed her sadness as if it was carved in stone.

"Dielle there is no need to pay. I was somewhat in your position, only the situation was more different." Apollyon said. They ended in an awkward silence moment, neither capable of saying something. Until Apollyon managed to say, "Come with me."

"My lord?" Dielle asked confused.

Apollyon took Dielle's by her hand and said, "Come back to the castle with me. You and your brother may stay as long as you like. You will be safe there and have a roof over your head. Food to fill your stomachs and clothes to wear for anything." Apollyon said nicely.

"I don't know," Dielle said unsure of what to do.

"Dielle I wouldn't be asking if I didn't mean it. I may be terrifying to most that see me but I am not what you fear. I want to help you and your only family left live and be happy. I know what it is like to lose those you care about and from that, I was turned into this way by choices I made for myself. I don't want that for you." Apollyon explained shaking Dielle's hand lightly.

"You think I'll become a murderer?!" Dielle asked looking both offended and terrified.

"N-No! That's not what I was-" before Apollyon could finish what she was saying Dielle stomped her way back inside her home angrily. Apollyon had a feeling she would screw this up and she was right.

"I'm sorry my lord but goodbye!" Dielle shouted angrily while at the same time scared about how she spoke to her Warlord.

It may have been rude to be spoken to that way but Apollyon was not wanting to kill her, not even threaten her just a bit by the way she spoke. She took it and let it go, it was not worth her time. Sorrow struck her like an arrow named mistake. It didn't last long as when struck by a single arrow you get up and can walk it off so you can show whoever shot it the rage they are about to experience from you. Only no one would be experiencing the rage Apollyon felt. No one else to blame for this but herself for her choice of words. She too then angrily stomped away mad at herself back out into the woods to release this anger.

Stomping away from the broken home, Apollyon got herself far as possible where she believed she was at safe distance. Alone now, she let out an intense scream, not one mixed with the horrific cries of a banshee-like the skull sounds but a normal scream. One pure and actually human like that was fueled by rage. What wasn't so much human-like was that she rushed over to a small tree, and with one hand ripped it from its planted roots? Inhuman strength powered her to rip it from its very foundation and she then threw it to other trees that were clumped up together. She took out two of the clumped up trees while the rest shook from the hard shockwave they felt. This intensified anger of hers took a pounding on herself as it apparently winded her, leaving her heavy breathing. Apollyon wanted to break more things so she wouldn't snap on Dielle or anyone else that didn't deserve it.

"Why is it that when I try to be nice I mess it up?!" she asked herself.

She screamed again, this time she threw her fist down into the earth. The impact created a small shockwave surrounding her. It shook only the area around her so no one else felt it that was nearby.

"Pull yourself together! You can fix this. Like everything, you can fix things, this won't be any different." she said to herself aloud.

Apollyon did pull herself together and calmed down. She took a deep breath and walked back over to the home Dielle and her brother stayed inside. She stepped into the hole on the side of the home to enter and find Dielle. It was quiet and dark in the home only lit by a few candles to see. Apollyon entered the living room to find Dielle but ran into her brother instead who quietly sat on the floor where their father laid during his final moments. Apollyon looks down at the boy and sternly asks, "Boy, where is your sister?"

The boy did not respond to her question and kept his eyes from looking at the black armored knight.

"Where. Is. Your. Sister?! I'm very impatient so I will not ask again." Apollyon threatened as she quickly knelt beside the boy.

"Leave him be, my lord. I am here." Dielle answered as she suddenly came around a corner of the home.

Apollyon stood up on her feet and approached Dielle eagerly. "Dielle listen. What I said before was my fault and not my intention for you to hear. I just got caught in the moment and I wanted to help you." she said swiftly.

"Is that so?" Dielle asked with sarcasm.

"Yes. I don't believe you will become a murderer. I was scared when I said that because… I did when I lost everything. I killed so many when I was alone, by choice. I can never take these things back. I live with the weight of death on my shoulders only because I wanted to get back at someone and prove them wrong. I never told anyone this." Apollyon explained.

Dielle wanted to stop listening but when she was, Apollyon story actually made her feel bad.

"I grew up wanting to prove I am worth something and not cannon fodder for some Warlord to throw anywhere. I killed, trained myself to one day find the man that helped me become this…" Apollyon paused as telling this hit her, making her choke up a bit, "monster."

Dielle was focused looking at the wooden floor of the home until she felt the cold armored hands of Apollyon gently grab both her hands.

"I don't understand what you are trying to tell me, my lord," Dielle said.

"I want to give you a new home. No more worries, no more long nights of pleasuring men or women. Come with me and you'll never know hunger, never sleep in the cold again, protected by me and my armies. I say this again only because I care." Apollyon explained.

"Why do you want to help us, my lord? There are so many in my position that can be more suitable to your liking." Dielle said looking up at Apollyon's face.

"I don't know. I just see something in you more than I do others. It might be selfish but I feel like I'm doing the right thing." said Apollyon. "So will you come with me?" she asked.

Dielle thought for a moment and looked over to her little brother, who didn't make eye contact once during all this. She looked back to Apollyon and said, "Yes."

Apollyon was overjoyed with her answer but remained calm. No need to celebrate yet. "Thank you." Apollyon calmly answered.

"When will we leave?" Dielle asked.

"When I return," Apollyon answered.

"What do you mean?" Dielle asked.

"I have something to take care of somewhere far from here. Do not worry I will ride back here with men to escort you back." Apollyon answered.

"How long will you be gone?" Dielle asked.

"I might be a few days but I do not know the full answer to that. Things are becoming difficult so who knows how long but rest assured, I will come back for you." Apollyon answered releasing Dielle's hands.

"Are you leaving tonight?" Dielle asked.

"I am resting here for the night. I leave at dawn." Apollyon answered.

Dielle was pleased to know Apollyon would be staying for the night. She had grown a certain fondness for her Warlord even after all that just happened. "Then will you be heading back to the pub to sleep there?" she asked.

"Yes but I don't want to have you sleep out here anymore. You'll both sleep in the room tonight so you can keep warm. Don't worry no one will say anything." Apollyon answered.

"Thank you, my lord," Dielle said elatedly.

Later that day when the sun was getting low Apollyon led Dielle and her brother back to the pub upstairs room she had taken from someone else. The barkeep didn't say anything to Apollyon or question anything about anyone that was with her. He also returned her helmet that she left on the counter on purpose as a reminder, she was still there.

Back inside the room upstairs of the pub Apollyon, Dielle, and Agusto lazed around. Agusto sat against the wood walls of the room with his head in his arms. Dielle sat on the single bed inside the room with Apollyon leaning against the wall opposite of her.

"My lord what is it like to rule like a queen?" Dielle asked putting her hands on her lap.

"Hmph. It's not like I'm royalty. I am no queen to anyone, and no one is king either. I am a Warlord to my troops and to mercenaries. If I were queen, I wouldn't be joining these fights I start. I would be this figurehead to those I care little about. Being a Warlord you mean to ask is entirely different. Like a king or queen, I am in command of everything, I oversee everything. A king and queen have generals to do the fighting for them. A Warlord has second in commands to take over fights if it is requested. A king and queen tend to their people. A Warlord first decides where to push defenses and resources before getting to their people. A king and queen have heirs to keep the family line of royalty going. A Warlord fight off contenders who wish to take the throne. A good king and queen fight in the name of their people. Some Warlords fight for their people too, others fight to just gain more expansion and power, while the rest fight for the glory in battle. Being a Warlord is not like ruling as a queen. Being a Warlord is like being a general of an army and yet acting as a king or queen but with no real status of royalty. Does that answer your question?" Apollyon explained with a smirk on her face as she saw the clueless expression on Dielle's.

"I… think," Dielle answered cluelessly.

"I may look like I rule like king and queens but I work a lot differently than them, so do other Warlords of other factions. Vikings rule from what I know as savages. The Samurai rule with an actual king, but they call him Emperor. I believe he commands most of everything like I but I have not seen enough of their people's way of life long enough to know for sure." Apollyon answered.

"Oh. I think I get it now. You rule as a king or queen but don't use that title." Dielle said.

"Uh no, that is not at all what I said," Apollyon said giving Dielle a confused look.

"It's not what you are saying but it is how you all are it seems. You rule just like kings and queens but you have more responsibilities and don't use the title of king or queen." Dielle explained.

Apollyon wanted to deny what she said but now saw the points in her words. The title Warlord was flawed and a simple whore was able to figure that out.

"You look defeated, my lord," Dielle smirked at the sight of a speechless Warlord who looked defeated but was astonished of how Dielle worked this out.

"I- well- uh- " she cleared her throat and quickly said, "Let us agree to never discuss this with anyone." Apollyon couldn't help but smile a little at this moment since it was too funny.

Apollyon kept her eyes on Dielle. She couldn't hide the smile that slowly crept up on her lips. She was actually happy nothing was worrying her. All the hard work as a Warlord really showed she needed this. Dielle is special to her and she didn't want to do anything that would ruin this new relationship she has. A few hours went by as they chatted up a storm with each other. Telling stories during their younger times and stories that happened to them now. Dielle told most of the happy ones as Apollyon kind of only had war stories.

The night grew tiring as Dielle yawned after finishing another story during her childhood. "It is pretty late we should get some sleep," Dielle said as she scooted over to a small table with lone lit up a candle and blew it gently out.

Apollyon agreed and when the room darkened she began to strip off her armor. Dielle stripped off her clothes so she was only in her underwear. "Agusto you can sleep on the bed," said Dielle.

Her brother was passed out on the floor with a pillow and a thin blanket covering him.

"Oh well. I guess it'll be just us then." Dielle said looking over the other side of the bed looking down at her brother.

"Fine by me," Apollyon said softly as she approached Dielle quietly.

Before Dielle could turn back around she suddenly felt her bottom garments pulled down. She then quickly spun around to face, to her surprise, a nude Apollyon standing over her.

"My lord!" Dielle exclaimed in shock quietly.

Apollyon covered Dielle's mouth and roughly pushed her down onto her back on the bed. "Do not think I have forgotten where we were earlier," Apollyon said quietly.

Dielle pulled Apollyon's hand off her mouth and said quietly, "My lord, I do not think this is the time for this."

"I won't be back for a while so I'll need a little parting gift before I go," Apollyon said softly slowly lowering herself down onto Dielle.

Dielle was caught up in the moment she couldn't say or do anything once Apollyon was laying on top of her. She felt the weight of Apollyon hold her down, she even also felt some other place of hers being touched, but it wasn't by Apollyon hand. Apollyon basically straddled Dielle on the edge of the bed. She used both of her hands to then gently guide Dielle's hands above her head and stay there. Apollyon then began to softly kiss Dielle's exposed neck, while Apollyon uses her hands to freely explore her body. Apollyon stuck her hand under her top to feel the soft round plump breasts on Dielle's body. With every kiss she planted, her hand gently squeezed or caressed Dielle's boob. Her other hand had been caressing Dielle's side motioning up and down. Apollyon's actions earned a muffled moan out of Dielle and continued to earn more as she kept the rhythm going.

Apollyon slowly moved, the hand rubbing Dielle's side, down her body until she reached the soft feeling of her ass cheek. She gave it one rough squeeze and pull as if trying to earn a more aggressive louder moan from Dielle. She almost did but it was muffled by Dielle herself. Apollyon must've been eager to get things more intense as she began to slowly but roughly grind her groin into Dielle's. Dielle knew it must've been their crotches touching at first when she suddenly felt another layer of hair touch her hairy area. She felt everything Apollyon was doing to her body and could not lie if asked if it felt good. She then felt Apollyon again squeeze her ass cheek and kind of pull on it, this time adding something new to the action that would surprise her. When Apollyon lightly pulled on her ass cheek she then threw her hand further in to touch more. It surprised Dielle gasped when she suddenly felt two fingers gently rubbing a certain place not meant for touching like Apollyon was. Her voice was not muffled this time and her gasp was loud to almost wake up her brother who was still asleep.

"My lord!" Dielle moaned quietly.

Even if she was worried about waking up her brother she couldn't help stop the touching Apollyon was doing even on the spot she gasped. It was too enjoyable for her to try and stop. She closed her eyes and decided to relax while Apollyon did her thing until it all suddenly stopped. Dielle opens her eyes when she felt Apollyon sliding herself down off her. Apollyon stopped when she came face to face with Dielle's pussy. She put her thumbs on each side of a fold and gently spread her open. Dielle moaned a little bit unmuffled and flinched a bit at the feeling. She flinched even more when she felt the cold slimy touch of Apollyon tongue tasting every bit of her. She moved her tongue up and down on Dielle's area until she managed to slip her tongue inside, now really putting Dielle on edge. The feeling intensified times three for Dielle and she couldn't help but moan softly. Her sweet voice sung to Apollyon's ears to keep going. The harder she did it the more sounds she earned from Dielle.

As Apollyon kept going she suddenly felt Dielle's hand tightly grab her hair and tug on her head for more. Her legs then wrapped around her head and kept her there to keep going. Apollyon didn't need to be forced to keep going as she was doing this willingly, to begin with.

Dielle kept tensing up until she finally felt a release of pleasure flow out. She moaned repeatedly as it hit her wave after wave. Hitting climax was the best feeling she's ever had. She now laid there panting heavily on the bed her entire body turning to jelly. Apollyon felt the grip around her head loosen and stood up. Standing up, she wiped some wet substance off her face but also licked her lips to give herself an extra taste of Dielle again. However, Apollyon was far from done. She took hold of Dielle's right leg and lifted it up over her shoulder. She then moved closer so she could place her pussy on top of Dielle's. When she felt their parts touch again, Apollyon went right back to grinding on Dielle but now rougher.

Dielle could not lower her voice since she was still winded from before and now only got louder while she was being grinded on. Apollyon, still grinding, leaned closer to Dielle forcing her leg to be pushed further into her body. It appears she must be flexible since what she was doing didn't hurt her. Apollyon was now towering over Dielle, staring deeply into her face. She didn't moan to any of these feelings but made grunting sounds quietly. While still being grinded into, Dielle looks into Apollyon eyes. She then looked down at Apollyon's nude body. Scars all over her body except her breasts. They don't seem to be mauled in any way. Dielle then decided to reach out and feel Apollyons body, kind of wanting to touch her the way she was being touched.

Dielle feels her smooth but rugged body, due to the scars, all over. She then feels her breast. Smooth and similar to hers but able to get a hand full of it. Apollyon didn't stop her from roaming her body as she was kind of enjoying it herself. Dielle enjoyed touching Apollyons body and being pleasured but now she was thinking it was time to change that. Dielle felt Apollyons body with both of her hands but that was just a cover to sneak up on Apollyon and flip her over. Now Apollyon was on the bed and Dielle on top of her. Dielle pulled her leg away from Apollyon. She grabbed Apollyon by her ass and flipped her over on her stomach. Dielle got down on her knees to get real personal with the Warlords fine ass.

Dielle used both hands to grab onto her cheeks and spread them for her to see. She got to see two special places that she would get to play with now. Dielle planted her face deep in between Apollyon ass cheeks and go to town on her pussy. Apollyon was face down into the sheets of the bed and enjoyed every second Dielle licked her. When Dielle managed to stick her tongue deep inside, Apollyon gripped the bed sheets tightly feeling the intense pleasure. When it felt unbearable for her and desired more she shoved her ass back into Dielle's face, trying to get her to go deeper with her tongue. Apollyon was aching in pleasure and just when she was about to hit the pinnacle of this pleasuring experience, Dielle stopped. Apollyon didn't want it to stop there suddenly, so she tried to finish herself off. Except her hands were caught and held down by Dielle. Apollyon felt slightly betrayed since she did not get to reach climax while she let Dielle have it.

Little did she know, Dielle had her own plan for this moment. Dielle had Apollyon pinned on the bed, incapable of fighting back. She got right up close against Apollyon's ass.

She leaned down to get close to Apollyon ear and whispered, "For teasing me earlier. You're going to stay right where you are."

Dielle slowly slid back up and released Apollyons hands. Then, still standing up against Apollyon's ass, she grinded once into her. Dielle then stepped back to get a view of her partners rear. She caressed Apollyons ass gently but then slapped one cheek roughly saying, "Spread 'em."

Apollyon was hesitant at first but wanted to see how this will play out, so she listened. Using both of her hands to spread her ass so Dielle could see it all. Dielle was enjoying this one hundred percent. She then decided to do something unsuspectedly. She took two of her fingers and stick them right up main street. Apollyon muffled a yelp when she felt the two fingers enter her back door. Dielle then slowly motioned her fingers in and out slowly trying not to hurt Apollyon, if she even could. Every second she moved her fingers Apollyon moaned. She didn't have to endure this for long as Dielle then removed her fingers from Apollyon.

Dielle removed Apollyons hands holding her ass. She then placed them over her head and got back real close. Pinning her again, she started to grind against Apollyon. She pushed her hips hard, grinding her pussy against the Warlords. When it started to not feel as good the first time so Dielle backed up and grabbed Apollyons leg. She places Apollyons leg on the bed where it made some of her ass spread apart for Dielle to get closer. She gets closer to Apollyon and now could feel both of their pussies touch. From there she resumed the grinding, continuing the pleasure.

Dielle placed both of Apollyon's hands under one of hers so she could use one free hand to reach down and smack her ass cheek as hard as she can. They weren't even being quiet anymore and were in the moment of pleasuring each other. Dielle smacks Apollyon's ass again hard as she can. After a few more of those, her ass cheek burned a bright red hand mark. Apollyon grew bored of letting her on top and decided to flip it again. She grabbed Dielle's hand when one of her hands got free and pulled her down on the bed. Apollyon quickly got ahold of both Dielle's legs and forced them over her own head. She then wrapped her arms around Dielle's thighs and pulled her closer, now holding some of her body upside down. Apollyon had Dielle's pussy and ass close to her face. She then began to lick everything she could. She licked a huge line from her ass to her pussy, earning a loud moan from Dielle.

Apollyon threw Dielle back on the bed with her on the edge now. Apollyon knew what to do here. She walked up to the bed until Dielle's head was in between her thighs, lowered herself down to Dielle's pussy and began to lick again. She reacted with a moan when the licking started again. Dielle looked up and saw what she was aiming for, Apollyon's ass. She lifted herself up to it, started licking as well but now included fingering Apollyon's pussy very rapidly.

They held this position for awhile just as Apollyon was getting to the climax again. When it got closer and closer for her she stopped licking and began to grind on Dielle's face very roughly. She was not going to lose it this time. Dielle realized she started grinding on her face and decided to grab her ass and try to keep it still for her. Apollyon then came and felt the amazing release drain out. She removed herself from Dielle and gave each other some room. Dielle laid on the edge of the bed, her head covered in slimy juices that weren't hers. Apollyon saw she looked out of breath and the shine on her skin. Kneeling down, she suddenly kissed Dielle on the lips. Dielle was caught off guard but tried to return the kiss. Except she met a loose tongue that roamed around her lips cleaning all of the slimy substance Apollyon released on her face. After what just happened she didn't care.

Apollyon gave another kiss to Dielle then looked up to the other end of Dielle's body. In between her legs she saw the silent one, Agusto, peeking his head up to see what was going on. Apollyon did not freak out or react to his sudden presence. She did not seem to care at all if he was watching. Apollyon backed away from Dielle so she could get up but when she did, she did not seem to keep quiet of seeing her brother.

"OH MY GOD, AGUSTO! LOOK AWAY!" Dielle yelled at her young brother.

Agusto did not turn away nor did he seem frightened of his sister's reaction to him. He sat there with a blank expression staring at the sight of two nude women. Apollyon thought this might spark something weird since a boy is no different than a man. He will desire something if not this that he just witnessed.

Dielle was confused when she saw her brother not listen and did the only other thing she could do, hide on the opposite side of the bed. She slid off the bed and crouched low beside it. Apollyon stood up tall and had nothing to be ashamed of.

"My lord, how can you stand there nude and not cover yourself from my brother's eyes?!" Dielle asked nervously.

"I have nothing to hide. It's not like he is a full grown man who would want to lay with people like us and defile us." Apollyon answered.

"Sure but he is my brother none the less," Dielle said sternly.

"Come, boy," Apollyon demanded crouching down to the boy's height. Her being crouched does not help cover anything private of her body but actually exposes her more when you see her legs bent and spread apart.

Agusto listened and walked over to Apollyon.

"My lord?!" Dielle called in confusion but soon covered herself when she saw her little brother come around the bed.

"Is this your first time seeing a woman at her most vulnerable?" Apollyon asked nicely.

Agusto nodded.

"Well, you're becoming a grown man. So it's better to see a woman like this now so you won't get any surprises in the future." Apollyon said playfully. Apollyon stands up and slowly spins around in front of the boy and asked, "Anything you see about me make you curious boy?"

Agusto looked up and down Apollyons body with his curious eyes. When Apollyon stopped, she looked down to see the boy keep his eyes low on her body and nod again.

"See," Apollyon said crouching again and looking over to Dielle, "nothing bad when it comes to this. He is curious. Now listen here Agusto, a woman's body is to never be taken for granted. You treat it right and it- along with the woman who owns the body treats you right too- got it? There is going to be a special woman in your life one day and you best treat her right or I will have to come to find you and teach you real manners."

Agusto looked up into Apollyon eyes and nodded again. He sure liked keeping quiet.

"Agusto may I borrow you for a moment?" Apollyon asked as she turned around and reached for her helmet. "Go down to the barkeep and ask for two drinks. Show him this if you have to," she says handing Agusto her helmet.

Agusto hurries out of the bedroom to run down the stairs and find the barkeep.

"That was embarrassing," Dielle said hiding her face behind her hands as it blushed a deep red.

"You must understand Dielle, children are like little minions who will do almost anything for friends and family. You don't have to strike a deal with their intended interest, their greed, or their lust for pleasures. As long as you keep a firm disciplining eye on him, he won't be like most men… hopefully. Now dress so you don't have to be embarrassed any longer." Apollyon explained smirking.

Agusto hurriedly rushed down the stairs, helmet under his arm. He ran by a few guests still inside the bar accidentally bumping into one of them along the way. The man he bumped into looked around, not seeing anyone who looked like they wanted to fight but a small boy go past him all the up to the bar counter. The man nudged his friend's shoulder who was sitting next to him. They both now laid their eyes on a strange sight. A boy inside a bar, ordering two drinks, for himself? What was in his grasp? An object silhouetted by the shade in the room no one could make it out. They saw the boy get denied by the barkeep but then saw the object and the face of the barkeep change drastically.

A calm and relaxed barkeep turned frightened in seconds. What frightened him the men asked themselves? The helmet the boy sat on top of the counter, the helmet of the notorious Warlord, Apollyon. They were not afraid or a slight bit surprised but being under the influence of their drinks, they were curious but two curious cats.

"You, boy!" one of the men shouted. "How the hell did you come across that junk?!" he asked.

The boy looked back to see the man who spoke. He wanted to answer but the barkeep spoke before him, "Good sir, please! Leave the boy be."

"You shut it! You, c' mere." the other man said rudely looking to Agusto.

"Did the bitch lose her armor or did she just misplace it?" the first man asked hysterically laughing.

"Maybe she actually got what coming to her!" the man's friend said joining in the laughter.

"Whooo, gimme that!" the man's friend said walking over to the counter to take the helmet.

Agusto just in time reached up and pulled Apollyons helmet away knowing it had a certain value. Looking at this situation differently, he was technically saving their asses. If anyone besides him or Apollyon got ahold of her armor she would make sure they felt her wrath.

"I said come here boy!" the first man shouted.

"Hand over the helmet kid, or else this is gonna get reeaaal- " the man's friend was cut off.

"Real what?" asked Apollyon stepping down the steps in her armor without the helmet.

The two men looked back to see Apollyon and the look on their faces, pale as a ghost. They did not expect to see her here at this very hour.

"Ya know its a crime to hurt a child, anyone really. You would have to serve a sentence or pay a fine. But if they are my friends you hurt, well… all you get is a chance at forgiveness or death. Dangerously leaning towards death… sooo start begging." Apollyon said smiling a bit on the corner of her lips.

"Apollyon," the first man said lightly, "b-but you should be- "

"At the castle right? Making sure people like you stay protected and fed. Keep the Vikings and Samurai away from taking our land- blah blah blah- it gets old after awhile." Apollyon said playfully.

She took one step closer to them and they responded by taking one step back. She could hear the shaking in their breathing. Dielle walked down the steps and looked down over the railing to see what was going on and saw her brother in the mix of it, but what caught her attention was that he was now scared for his life.

"Agusto!" Dielle calls out, "Come, quickly!"

Agusto listens to his sister and quickly runs for it. Just as began to dart away, one of the men tried to reach for him. Apollyon didn't take that too kindly and rushed over to grab their wrist. She catches the mans wrist then began to tightly squeeze and pull it away from the boy.

"That was a mistake," Apollyon said as she kept twisting the man's forearm until it suddenly snapped in two.

As the man screamed in pain the other picked up a wooden chair and whacked it against Apollyon's head, it turned to splinters. Apollyon barely even flinched at the strike. She turned her head to face him and gave him her most pleasured smile. He then realized, he fucked up. Apollyon strikes at the man's face with an open hand, scratching him with her claws. She nailed his right eye and he stumbled backward grasping at his eye. He blindly reached out for whatever he could and tried to use it to fight back, but it was all useless if the chair didn't even hold her back even a bit.

While this was all happening, Dielle and Agusto watched for a short moment in horror before Dielle covered her brother's eyes. She hurried each other up the stairs quickly to hide from this mess.

Ashfeld Forest….

The Warden and Mercy sat around a campfire under the night sky of Ashfeld. The Warden sensed something wrong with Mercy as she sat across from him as if she was dead.

"Mercy." the Warden called out calmly.

"What?!" Mercy asked surprised by the call of her name.

"Ever since the raid on Svengard you have been even more on edge since we left Black Stone. Why?" the Warden asked.

Mercy steadied herself and said, "Nothing has changed. The situation is still the same with Amada. She's back there, being used for god know's who is next in line for her."

"You're afraid," the Warden replied.

Mercy said looking the Warden dead into his eyes, "Every moment I breathe, every strike I blow into our enemies there is not a second that goes by that I am not thinking about her safety. So yes, I am afraid. She doesn't deserve what is being done to her… neither did that man- "

"Holden told me what happened! That man just like the others used her, Mercy, you did what was right for-" he was suddenly interrupted.

"For who?! Myself?! Because it fucking definitely felt like it. What I did to that man was wrong! Even if I got vengeance it didn't feel like it. That entire moment I wished it was her, Apollyon. She stood there and watched as I cut down a man to pieces, making him bleed- not fast- but slow just to make him suffer as she did- I did- I would not bring him a fast death. Apollyon enjoyed watching it happen right there. Me torturing a man. She was pleased." Mercy started to rambled hatred for Apollyon, caught in her own thoughts.

The Warden moved over to her and put a hand gently on her shoulder, which luckily snapped her back to reality. "Mercy!" he shouted.

She shot her eyes to him beside her, she looked terrified and angry as hell.

"I was going to say for her. You can not blame this act as if it was for your own gain or some satisfaction. You did what you felt was right for her, not for yourself or for Apollyon. You are amazing at what you do and a great friend to Amada. Once we stop Apollyon you will be reunited with Amada and this nightmare will be over." the Warden said with care.

"And what if doesn't end?! Huh?! What if she is already dead?! What am I going to do if she is dead?! Apollyon would have already beaten us!" Mercy exclaimed fear shaking her voice.

"If she is dead or will be, who is going to be the one to kill her, huh? No one has the fire, the strength to kill someone who looks at their friends the wrong way and make them feel what you felt that very moment. If Amada is going to die then Apollyon will know the two very sins she would pray to be spared from. She will know the consequences that are brought by gluttony and will feel your wrath just like that man that very night. Remember Mercy, us wardens and other knights have taken an oath and follow God as our guide in this life. If he wills it that you kill a man then he would will it but he would never." the Warden explained.

"What are you saying?" Mercy asked looking at the Warden confused.

"What I'm saying is… don't be disappointed if you lose. Don't let your wrath take over you. We all get angry but some are consumed by their rage and hurt those very close and those who don't deserve it. We all walk the same path of hate eventually just… some never let go." the Warden explained nicely.

"I don't think you know this but I don't follow a religion. And I never get consumed by my anger or hatred." Mercy said sounding sure of her words.

"Fine," the Warden said ignoring the contradicting comment she made, "Then why don't you believe in Christ, our Lord, and creator?"

"Too much believing in something so fairy tale. Like the stories, my mother and father would tell me. It seems too absurd for me to follow- besides why do you follow God?" Mercy said kind of fast.

"Mercy, why do you really not follow in God? He only means to give you eternal life in heaven when your time has come. Is it something you fear?" asked the Warden.

Mercy saw the intent of questions upon questions from the Wardens look, she sighed and said, "I fear many things but not him. I have trusted him before- became a religious girl- but I never was really the likable one as everyone else who actually made friends. I appeared to be an outsider to them. Like some mysterious creature to be studied and written down in school books. I guess I just never fit in like all the others in my old church."

"Well, feeling different is or can be a type of fear. In gods eyes, we are all created equal but unfortunately, the world treats equal completely differently. Your own kind, some would say, is who you should be around. To God, you around your own kind every day, regardless of the skin color. Everyone is the same, no matter the class or status you have in a kingdom. The world never understands what equality means. We all look different, feel differently than others, but in the end, we are the same in one way." the Warden explained elatedly.

"What does this have to do with-" Mercy was going to ask a question but was immediately hushed by the Wardens finger being raised to his helmet.

"We are all human. That puts us together in most ways. We all think alike for survival, for companionship, friendship, and family. So if you have ever felt left out, like an outcast or some strange thing, just know your never alone because there is always someone else like you out there. That is what I was going for. Now I'll tell you, why I follow Christ." the Warden cleared his throat and continued, "I was raised by my family, who were obviously religious, they taught me about the Bible. At my young age I never really understood why the church, God, or anything about this was so important. As I grew older I also starved of knowledge to know why it was so important. I found my own church before I became a Warden. The priest there was polite to everyone that came. When I had a chance to talk to him alone, asking him about the importance of God, he told me simply. 'There is no such thing as the importance of God. There is no fact you need to know. There is no opinion to question or to assume wrong. If you put your trust and let him guide you in life then he is already important.' I asked many questions that he could not give me an answer for. He meant well so I did not try to push reasoning or logic into the conversation. I took only his words and lived by them and they have led me here. I know I said before if God wanted someone dead he could make it so by anything and anyone. Except, he would never because that is not his purpose for us. He would not have us kill each other or kill anyone. That is the sin we bare for ourselves and the Devil himself. If he wishes someone dead then he would use your rage and anger to get what he wants. Exploiting your emotions to satisfy himself."

"Then what is his purpose for us?" Mercy asked who was now sucked in by his words.

"Just as I said I asked many questions that could not be answered. I am sad to say that is one of them. If he has a plan and I believe there is, then we must be patient and wait for his plan to reveal itself." the Warden said looking up to the night sky.

The stars above them flickered and shined bright as they could. They were surrounded by the gentle, peaceful noises of nature around them. Neither of them felt worried or scared.

"What you said before, me not being the only one, is that what he meant also by we are all created equal?" Mercy asked looking up at the night sky with him.

"I like to believe so. We are human, created and born differently physically, but not always emotionally. There is always someone who just connects with you by how you feel." the Warden answered.

"Did you ever feel like you were different from others? Like an outsider?" Mercy asks.

"No. I haven't got that feeling yet. I never had a hard time getting to know people." the Warden answered. He sighed again out his nose and said, "Well we should probably get some sleep now. Our journey to Harrow's gate is another two days walk. Goodnight Mercy." He crouched over back to his side of the campfire and laid on the rug they both had rolled out for themselves. He removed his helmet just before he rested his head and put it behind him.

Mercy sat up still, being consumed by her thoughts and worries still but not as stressful as before. Before she was going to lay down and rest she decided to do one thing. She folded her hands together quietly and bowed her head in her arms and she started to pray, "God, if you are there. Please help me find my way back to Amada. Guide me back to her as you keep her safe. I also pray that you help her stay strong. Amen." She then lowers herself down to rest and shut her eyes on the campfire.

Author's notes: This was my first attempt at NSFW. I apologize if it wasn't as good as you were reading. I hope it was at least decent enough to enjoy a bit. I also want to apologize for the late publishing. This chapter particularly, in the beginning, took much longer to write due to the lack of ideas. I tried and hope again that you enjoyed and can't wait for the next chapter! Favorite, leave a review, and share this story with fellow For Honor fans who like to read fanfics!