The emperor laughed. He did not transmitted this part however, as he was busy admiring the scenes. Humans were interesting beings. Put the unfamiliar before them and they relish in the desire to tame or absorb something which is new to them. Be it sexual or otherwise.
Amazing how it was easy to allure men's heart.
"You are all seem bent on not killing this angel... So be it", he told them all, "However, be mindful that you are tasked with a mission of making sure said angel will not remain unbound. Be it by the silence of the grave, or the comfort of thorny reins. Just make sure it will not interfere with my plan... Our plan..."
They all nodded in agreement. Everyone in the group of the six had their own reason for the diminish of Zion after all; Lydia, the Syndroa priestess, has been fed and been feeding others in turn, stories about the glorious days of her nation. Zion was just another piece in making the dream of her holy empire come true. Melurious obviously wished for the same thing, even if he had to work with Lydia to see this goal fulfilled. But it was only a matter of time before those two will be at each other throat; A thing the emperor looked forward the most, as he enjoyed seeing the human in strife.
Gal'Or, the beautiful 4th daughter of the noble house Shik'ma, a duchess from Uruk had much more urging matters to handle, but she enjoyed battles and blood. Rich people were the most interesting to tempt. Their heart is already harden, and only few ever showing compassion.
Damask was hardly involved in the conflict, but a trade bloomed in blood and iron, and any war meant more gold. A thing which Saradin knew so well.
It was easy to cause havoc in the heart of the warlock from Philistine... They never had land to begin with. Whatever they occupied after battles was not theirs to begin with. They sought war and destroyed, and often were evil ruler. A fact one tend to forget when the tide turns... But the current situation in Zion was enough to enable such hatred to grow... in fact, the warlock was the first of apprentices... as it was he who summoned the "Emperor" from the depths of hell.
And Vincent soon followed.
" Vincent", said the emperor slowly, "I believe you have a gift for the warlock..."
***
Sham’aim had trouble understanding Albertus. If the effort to put his ideas was so hard on him, why would he put them forward at all? more over... he seems to be struggling with the words he used. What did he meant by the... seed?
Sham’aim, now more balanced on her feet, allowed herself to fall in his arms as she lifted her hands to his forehead. And like before when she emerged into this world, she synchronize her spirit with that of Albertus, diving deeper and deeper into his thoughts.
As she pushed into his mind, she echoed one command, "Please... explain..."
***
"A gift?", Vincent was puzzled and surprised. He didn't expect the warlock to be so bold about this right away. He needed to have his chance ready to seize the angel. The angel he took the time and effort to summon.
"Of course Vincent... You know...".
Vincent swallowed as his hand rested on his shirt collar and he grabbed the area his new necklace had been hiding.
"Exactly Vincent", said the Emperor chuckling softly, "Our friend, the warlock had so gracefully offered to take the task upon himself... give him the thing that may aid him..."
Of course. The Sh'kina... The part of the angel that was removed from her as she was summoned. It will enable him to find her...
Vincent removed his necklace, but was rather unwilling as he did so, and he walked heavily as he gave it to the warlock.
Damn the Emperor; He might have forgiven him for his betrayal, but he sure wanted to make this a mocking show, a joke on his expense.
Of course, no one will know how did Vincent got this piece... Not everyone were familiar with angelic knowledge and body parts, but it was certainly suspicious to those who knew, but even then, they would doubt it was this was coming from the recent angel summoning. No one suspected Vincent to be this powerful.
But it was highly for the warlock to catch on. After all, nothing escaped him...
Still, forcing Vincent to hand him the necklace was the same as the emperor taking the angel away from Vincent and handing her over to the warlock.
Curses!
Any chances of finding her were reduced to almost nothing...
"You are all dismiss. I may summon you later for more recent battle plans, once we know of the situation, my noble lady of Uruk, I would still require your spies in Zion, if you can?"
"Yes", she said almost immediately.
"Good, now go".
As everyone were about to leave a voice Echoed, "Vincent, you wait here... I have a job for you...", said the emperor once there was no one in the room.
***
A bathhouse. A very steamy surrounding filled with hot fog and aroma of half burnt candles. The floor was overflowing with water that was splashed out from the small pool, as echoes of gasping and moaning filled the air, echoing in this carefully barricade chamber, preventing any unwanted guest from entering or peeking.
There were two hot spots, rays heat , moving against each other, enjoying a test of flesh as the water encourages their steady and fast movements.
Sham’aim was feeling it all so powerfully, through his eyes. She was Albertus now. He moved, and she moved with him, inside of him. Through his eyes, she saw the expression of the maiden face that was sliding around him.
She was beautiful, and soft. As he moved his hands around her, she could feel her skin along with him.
The woman cried in pleasure and Albertus cried back. They were both were gasping and relentless and Sham’aim was able to feel it all.
It was then that Sham’aim awoke. For the first time in her life, she felt... weirdly warmth. It was nothing like the heat of the never-ending light of her realm, but nevertheless, it was not... unpleasing... but yet...
She felt like she bitten into something she was probably was not ready yet. And for the first since coming here, she realized she was naked.... and for the first time... she felt embarrassed.
She looked at Albertus with her eyes open, wondering if this was his suggestion to her when he meant putting inside her, his own seed, "Did you mean... this action...?", she heaved, her cheeks burning red, trying to digest the new info she saw in his mind.
"וַתֵּרֶא הָאִשָּׁה כִּי טוֹב הָעֵץ לְמַאֲכָל וְכִי תַאֲוָה-הוּא לָעֵינַיִם, וְנֶחְמָד הָעֵץ לְהַשְׂכִּיל, וַתִּקַּח מִפִּרְיוֹ, וַתֹּאכַל; וַתִּתֵּן גַּם-לְאִישָׁהּ עִמָּהּ, וַיֹּאכַל. וַתִּפָּקַחְנָה, עֵינֵי שְׁנֵיהֶם, וַיֵּדְעוּ, כִּי עֵירֻמִּם הֵם", בראשית ג, 6-7
"So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate; and she also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate. Then the eyes of both were opened, and they knew that they were naked", Gensis 3:6-7
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