Finally leaving the Grand Hall, he decided to get something to eat, so he went to the dining hall, where he found Father Raphael talking to a man in a dark trench coat with short black hair and black eyes.
Lord Caliber approached these two with a smile, “I have to say, Father Raphael, you truly handled yourself well back there!” He praised.
Father Raphael shot him a nasty look as he rolled his eyes.
Lord Caliber found humor in this while he continued, "I know it has been more than a hundred days since you have been anointed as our newest and fourth member of the horsemen. She sees you as a top prospect... Someone who she considers a great deal. With a lot of potential!"
Father Raphael looks back at him with disdain, "You hate my guts, Caliber. I feel hated because of who and what I am. I might be young, but I'm not stupid." Then he got up from his chair and got right in Lord Caliber's face. "You better watch yourself and your tongue. Before I end up burning it off."
Gathering his things, Father Raphael had enough of Lord Caliber. As a student of the game, Lord Caliber glanced at what the young priest was doing while he took one of his books; he read the title, "' Rituals of the Dark Mages.' Interesting..." Father Raphael snatched the book from him as he continued. "This is your first time having one. You don't have to lie to me. Tell you what, if you want to have a show and be entertained. Why don't you go to the fields, drop her off, and let her fend for herself for the next 30 days."
“Why?” Father Raphael wandered.
"The normal human being can only last for so long: 14 days without sunlight, 14 days without food, seven days without water... She will be dead in seven days. But if she lasts for 30, even more, then you have a witch."
Bain hushes Lord Caliber, “Quiet!”
“So, your boyfriend-- I’m sorry, your friend knows all too well about ‘the witches’ and how they can survive with only the Aether alone.” Lord Caliber points out.
Father Raphael turns his attention to Bain, “Is that true?”
Bain glared at Lord Caliber with a scowl, “Yes, I do. These kinds of humans draw strength from the nature surrounding them,” Speaking to Father Raphael.
Father Raphael sat down as he stared at his friend curiously, “what was it like?”
"First of all, you do not trust this man. It would be best if you did not have him plant the seed of curiosity inside your mind," Bain warns.
"You need to mind your manners, mercenary. These are two nobles speaking to one another," Lord Caliber corrected.
"He's not noble. None of you are holy or noble. You people are insane! And besides, you make fun of him every chance you get. And your Holy Mother uses him as a mascot!" Bain defends.
"I can take care of myself, thank you. And I am not a mascot!" Father Raphael objects. "These fields you speak of, Lord Caliber, what are they?"
An evil grin crept up on Lord Caliber's face as he explained, "It was used as a plantation, a holding house for enslaved people in the 1800s through the 1900s. Most enslaved people practiced voodoo, another dark art, to kill off their white masters. After all the white masters died, the enslaved people were liberated, but they kept the house.
"It became a beacon for runaway slaves to go to for solace. Of course, when slavery was abolished, all slaves returned to their home countries in African villages. What they left behind was a hotbed of dark energy still lingering throughout the acres of the plantation. It affected the wildlife into rabid beasts and even turned anybody who would own the property into ruthless killers."
Father Raphael just stared at him with a blank expression, “bullshit.”
"Denial is another form of fear, Father Raphael. I suggest you quench that denial with adventurism." Lord Caliber challenges. "Halloween is around the corner, so the area is at its peak with Netheral energy. It will be surprising to see most wolves and predatory animals around the area become greedy enough to tear that woman apart. You can even put a bodycam on her and see for yourself."
Father Raphael was not intimidated since it is obvious that Lord Caliber owns this property or knows somebody who does and has access, “See for ourselves? I am so sick of your nonsense. First, you tell me a ghost story you stole from American Southerners, and now you mean to tell me you happen to have this place in your possession? If this is a trick or a way to haze me, then the Holy Mother will have a field day with you."
Lord Caliber leans in as he becomes coy with a sinister smile, "Whatever gave you that idea?" He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a set of keys. He goes to keys at the scowling Bain. "I'll give you the address..."
Lord Caliber leaves knowing he has done his job of sending Father Raphael probably to his death.
Out of earshot, Bain pleads his case. Or tries to say, "This is tactically dangerous and a waste of time."
Taking a sip of his milkshake, Father Raphael thinks about the possibilities. A minute later, he decided, "Take the prisoner to the plantation--!"
“Ralph!” Bain quickly objects.
"Make sure you use our body cameras and strap one on her. After you put her there, get the hell out of there. I'll meet you back at the house. Make sure you give me a live feed," Father Raphael orders as he leaves the table.
Bain just shook his head as he stared at the set of keys Lord Caliber threw at him. He knew this was another trap of embarrassment. But there is nothing he could do...
"What a sissy..." Lord Caliber said as he went inside his office. He first removed his beloved robe, sporting his casual black t-shirt and matching jeans. He was a bit pent up and thought he could relieve himself. A shame he couldn't taste that woman the Holy Mother gave to Father Raphael.
"He should just cut it off and become a sister. He's not using it..." he bellowed.
Sitting at his desk, he looked at his email, which was flooded with messages from the same person, Cardinal Marley. He left his phone behind in his office because he didn't want to disturb the meeting. He checked his phone, which was riddled with a puzzling message from Cardinal Marley. Finally, he checked his 247 missed calls, and it was the same caller—
"What the fuck is this guy's problem?!" Lord Caliber yelled as they immediately called him back. A few seconds later, someone answered, “You have reached the phone of Dr. Geoffrey Marlo. May I ask who is calling?” a female voice responded.
Lord Caliber was worried about hearing another woman’s voice, “Who is this?” he demanded.
"I am his wife, Dr. Meghan Marlo. He was at the award ceremony tonight and collapsed before everyone." She sounded genuinely concerned. “I took his phone, and I called his emergency contacts.”
“Is he hurt?” Lord Caliber probed.
“No, but he is resting at my hospital,” Meghan updated.
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“Okay, I need to get off the phone--”
“Wait, if you want to see him, I’ll give you the hospital’s address,” Meghan insisted.
Lord Caliber tried to keep his cool as he felt anxious, "There's no need. I'll call him later."
“Okay, but just in case you change your mind,” Meghan said.
He didn’t want to tell everything that happened, but he kept it short, “He’ll give me a call.” He then hung up on Meghan.
Or was she Meghan?
This was Cardinal Marley's private number, and he would never tell anyone about his clients. Even in the eyes of death, he would keep his status as a member and his clients a secret.
Lord Caliber rose from his chair again and intently looked at his phone. He was furious at the sole possible outcome as he threw the phone against the wall and shattered it. He got things and left our office using his secret passage behind a file cabinet that acted as a mini elevator down the garage.
He hurriedly made his way to his black Rolls Royce Phantom, only to be stopped by a voluptuous woman dressed as a sexy secretary.
“I was about to cum; see you, my Lord,” she sinfully greeted.
"I don't have time for this, bitch! I have to go!” Lord Caliber blew off as he opened the trunk and threw his stuff inside.
The secretary dropped the sexy act as she was stunned, “Hey, what happened up there?” she asked.
“I have to go, Sabrina. This is an emergency." Lord Caliber, being vague, shuts the trunk.
"Okay. But I need to remind you that you have a shipment of fresh meat in about 20 minutes." His secretary Sabrina reminded.
“Handle it!” Lord Caliber said as he went in his car and immediately drove off, leaving Sabrina behind.
“Passing up some alone time with me for a family meeting? Then it must be serious,” Sabrina mocked.
Sabrina would indeed handle it, since it was only another meat shipment. She would make her way outside the building, being flanked by several armored guards with Mark 48 machine guns. It was their loading area, where they would see or feel the sunlight for the last time.
She was pacing back and forth, still thinking about her Lord’s hasty exit.
Like he cared about anyone so badly, she thought.
Then, a truck approached with a dark purple BMW 3 Series. They both pulled up as the truck synced up with the loading dock. One of the armored guards tried to open it.
"No!" Sabrina yelled. "If we open it, then we have to buy it. I will not repeat that mistake, and don't eat for a month..."
Sabrina then made her way down and approached the BMW with two of her guards flanking her. The driver got out, and it was a muscular, dark-skinned woman six feet and a half tall. She had long, sable black, almond-shaped jade green eyes and breasts bigger than hers, at much envy.
“You must be Orchid,” Sabrina said.
"Well, I guess I'm down a drinking buddy tonight. Even though he is an insufferable twat," The hulking woman spoke with a Scottish accent, referring to Lord Caliber. "He's too bothered by the wares I have to show him. Leaving his Mongolian chop shop to his favorite whore."
“You better watch your tongue before I bite it off, She-Hulk,” Sabrina said.
“Oh, looking to walk into the moonlight with you.” Orchid flirted.
She scoffed, "figured you would be a dyke. You want to hold my hand?"
Orchid found humor in this while she laughed.
Sabrina quickly got bored, “You have the papers?”
Orchid carefully reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the document, "did everything he wanted. Pretty tedious if you ask me. Cost me a fortune to do their visas." She explained.
“That’s the point!” Sabrina said while snatching the papers from Sabrina’s hand. “We do I.O.S. as well.”
Orchid whistled, “No wonder your boss is fucking loaded.”
“Most wealthy can offer the prime cuts,” Sabrina said.
“If so, I got a couple of thick ones that are fresh and never been plucked,” Orchid said.
Sabrina cocked an eyebrow, “how fresh?”
"One smells like honey, the other like roses. And their also twins. Adds to the flavor."
"Well, my proprietor does love his premium cuts. Let's see it." Sabrina said.
“In my trunk,” Orchid said.
“Hand over your keys,” Sabrina demanded.
Orchid surrendered her keys to Sabrina. She walked over to the trunk with one of her armored guards and opened the trunk. They were two girls bound with bags on their heads.
“Take them,” Sabrina ordered as the armored guard loaded the trunk.
The guard helped the two up and brought them back. They were forced to kneel before Sabrina. She took their hoods off, and she was amazed by their beauty. One had thigh-length dark silver hair with piercing matching eyes.
"This one looks like a fighter. Clients do love breaking in strong-willed girls. Our number one best-selling fantasy," Sabrina said with the dark silver-eyed woman glaring up at her.
She looked at the other with waist-length white hair and ocean-blue eyes.
"Those big, sad, puppy dog eyes. I want to give her a big hug. My master would love deepthroating her by looking down at those blue orbs." Sabrina said. "Okay, we will take them."
“250 each.” Orchid offered.
“Fuck you,” Sabrina declined.
“Both aren’t even busted like the ones in the truck!” Orchid defended.
"I'll give you 300 for both, and we will pay for the gas and travel. And that is me being generous." Sabrina said with a smile. "These girls smell fresh and ripe. You give more of these girls like this, and you will be our top trader, a wealthy woman."
"No. I want a contract." Orchid counter offered. "You tell your lordship; I want 5 percent of the profits of the thoroughbreds I bring in. And he can let the hurting altar boys return to church, pegging their nuns." She joked.
Sabrina glared at her.
The two captive girls were scared.
The armored guards were restless.
And Orchid stood there with a smile on her face.
"Fine. I do make the contracts, after all. And I always told him we need better meat," Sabrina agreed.
Orchid laughed as she accepted, “Then let’s make it reign--!”
One of the armored guards on the loading dock was being sniped in the head.
Everyone was panicking as one by one was getting shot in the head. Sabrina and the armored guards turned around.
It was only a second, and the white-haired girl broke free. She even summoned an ocean-blue colored serrated katana. The dark silver-haired girl had the same idea as the teleported away using electricity.
The white-haired girl got up and sliced one of the guards in half while his remains were lit on fire. Sabrina and the armored guard were stunned. Before reacting, the dark silver-haired girl reappeared behind him and stabbed him in the back with her red katana, electrocuting him to death.
Sabrina was freaking out while screaming, but Orchid punched her in the jaw to calm her down.
With the coast clear, the white-haired girl took her gag off and aired her grievances to the supposed slave trader, “Something tells me you have done this before, Rebecca!”
Orchid’s real name was Rebecca, "You should bring me along at a yard sale one day, Chelsea. I can furnish a whole living room with 50 euros." She boasted.
"Oi, and what's this about me being worth 250 grand? I'm worth three times more than squeaky!" the silver-haired girl complained.
“You say you are experienced, Blair, but I can tell you haven’t seen a real one in your entire life right now,” Rebecca rebutted.
“Um, she has... P-plenty-- and let’s not talk about it...” Chelsea blushed from embarrassment.
From a distance, they can hear motorcycle engines revving. It could only mean one thing.
“Time to suit up...” Rebecca said as they all nodded in agreement.
With their fists in the air, they screamed in unison, “FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE VERY END!”
“IOTA CRUCIS, RISE UP!” Rebecca called out.
“GAMMA CRUCIS, RISE UP!” Chelsea called out.
“EPSILON CRUCIS, RISE UP!” Blair called out.
Suddenly, their respective crests appeared on the back of their hands. Glowing radiantly as a glow surrounded their bodies. Then, a blinding light engulfed their bodies, leaving a multicolored silhouette behind. Their original clothing disappeared as their gear took shape and form.
As the light dissipated, their bodies retook shape. The light dissipated, and all that remained were the three dressed in their Aethereal gear. The form-fitting battle costumes varied from sentinel to sentinel, matching their disciplines and personalities.
The driver exited the truck, and Mu Crucis was already in her uniform as she joined the team, “silent alarm has been tripped.”
“Squeaky and I will handle the backup,” Epsilon Crucis, with a smirk, said as she summoned a second katana.
“Okay, let’s get them out there!” Iota Crucis said as she sprinted up the loading dock with Mu Crucis.
They opened the cargo, and "Orchid" wasn't lying, claiming she brought premium women. She brought a strike team of 50 Shining Stars from the Crux, armed and ready. Along with them, Alpha and Beta Crucis.
Alpha Crucis was happy to see Iota Crucis, “And to think your yard sale bartering skills would do us good.”
“Are you kidding me? I can furnish a whole house with only 50 Euros,” Iota Crucis gloated.
“I know, Becky, you say that all the time...” Alpha Crucis uttered.
The Shining Stars and the Crucis Sentinels got off the truck as Mu Crucis hacked into the main door... by randomly pressing every button on the keypad for combinations.
“What are you doing?” A woman’s voice spoke in Mu Crucis’ headset.
“I’m trying to get in, Stargirl,” Mu Crucis mocked.
Then suddenly, the keypad started to glow bright orange. One second later, the door clicked and opened by itself.
“There, I did it for you!” the woman said.
“I would have gotten it opened, CherikoX!” Mu Crucis said in her headset.
"Mu, leave her alone. We would have been here all night..." Alpha Crucis dismissed as the others quickly got inside. She spoke into her headset. "We are going in. CherikoX, you assist Epsilon and Gamma.”
“Yes, ma’am,” CherikoX agreed.
“I’ll help out the twins, Bae. Just don't puke in there." Iota Crucis said while gently tapping her on her butt.
Mu Crucis yelped as she blushed, “You are acting like I am the weak link!”
“Not even going to respond to that, love!” Iota Crucis blew off as they hopped off the loading dock and rejoined Epsilon and Gamma Crucis while Mu Crucis went inside.
