Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions-Chapter 300: The Legata [II]—Inhuman

• THE GRAY HOUSE

—AUURN, ROA

"I still don't think this is a good idea, Suki." Leticia spoke up, softly to the leader of the tripartite corps. The blonde Marshal lieutenant turned mid-step to study her partner.

"It's him, Leticia," she said. "I feel it."

"Oh I know what you feel," Leticia returned blandly.

She dropped her eyes from Yuki's, almost instantly sensing the sharpness the other girl's gaze took on, and knowing she had gone out of turn. Yuki was the lead female cop on this mission, leagues above Leticia in mere ranks and file.

Yuki was [A Rank]; the Saint Christa [Diamond Tear] runes on her forehead were a dead giveaway—and many times in combat, a crass reminder.

Yuki gave Leticia a stern look but that was all.

She was more concerned on the tall attraction of a devil walking with his hands behind him in front of them than her insubordinate partner. Leticia said after a short awkward while. "Yuki, I'm sorry. Don't be mad please. I know I'm only [C rank] Marshal, which when compared to you is nothing mighty. And I'm only your partner because we're friends; I mean Xirena here is [A Rank] too and..."

Yuki held up her hand. "Let me stop you right there. On sting operations," her almond eyes moved to the quieter policewoman of the three—the one called Xirena, and back again to Leticia, "—you will address me as Lieutenant. Got it, Sergeant?!"

Leticia bowed her eyes. "Yes, Lieutenant."

"Good." Yuki nodded, saying to Leticia as she started walking again. "Now quit giving our prisoner info dumps into our lives."

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In that second, Rafel could seal his lips no longer. He interfered loudly.

"Oi, ladies. I'm right here!"

"Quiet!!!" The three of them said as one. Leticia cut eyes at him. He only grinned the more to himself.

He and the young female officers were walking the grand corridors of the Gray House. The walls were shined as Silverstone, cold and stout. It was very grandly imposing. In his mind, Rafel compared it to his visit to Bolta's Aerium some moons ago. But unlike the daughter of Zeus's house in the clouds, the Home of the Legata of the Rocasian Republic rose out of verdant, tropical ground, was vast to all four cardinals, and the winds caressing his skin and clothes as they walked the resplendent courts and under the cherubic paintings of enormous domes smelled like the virgin isles of Corynthia.

He was instantly spurred by the image of Sekhmet; the tempting, incestuous, heavily endowed nurse she had being to him after the collapse of House Van Imperia.

Lieutenant Yuki's voice was hot in his ear.

"Faster, devil!"

Rafel didn't understand why it sounded exactly to him like she was bent on all fours and asking him to pound her like crazy; the places his mind went with pretty women. . .especially if they were in cop blue.

Walking ahead, he turned back a fraction of his head to smirk at the women.

"So you do admit I'm the Apollyon you seek? The ancient Burning One. You'd better uncuff me then before we enter your queen's presence. You don't want a harangue, do ya?"

Thraaap!

The Lieutenant smacked him on the back of his head with folded edge of a scroll in her hand.

"Would you prefer a dungeon?"

Rafel concluded then and there he had fallen in love with policewoman Yuki. She caught his grin spread on his fine jaw and choked. "That's-That's not what I mean."

Rafel's fiendish and utterly unmisogynistic smile was cut by the small voice of Xirena.

"We're here."

Everyone looked up—even Leticia with her glare to where they'd stopped.

A set of golden double doors, ten meters tall rose gallantly before them. The make was cedar, its color rosewood. And you know those two are from different parts of the Realms. Tyr. Florentia. And you'd know, or at least estimate just how wealthy the person behind those doors were. Rafel did; the Legata was a billionaire.

"We should go in now... that is if you girls are done flirting with our captive." Xirena added in her small voice which gave nothing away.

Leticia riled. "Flirt? What! We were not flir—"

"Ticia!" Yuki controlled her.

"That is definitely not what was happening. Flirt? Me and a devil? Puuh!" Leticia scoffed. But even she could not hide the upthrust of her sizeable chest almost popping out the gold buttons on her navy blue—and the rounded points peaking it.

As Yuki took a breath and gestured for the [B Rank] Guardians at the door sides, whom Rafel imagined were statues up until now, to open the doors, a fuming Leticia still drew up close to him from behind and whispered harshly in his ear, "I don't like you, pervert hellion."

Can you tell your tits that?

Rafel didn't dare say this out. But if not for the purpose of his mission as Ambassador of the Empyrean Empress in this embellished mansion, he would break free of this laughable manacles and see just how bouncy the Lieutenant's breasts really were.

He noticed Yuki straightened her spine and bit on her bottom lip as the Guardians took each, one door by the gold latches and pulled.

Even the creaking of the doors sounded royal.

Yuki said under the short breath it took them to walk in.

"She not our queen. We do not have a queen here."

Rafel didn't see a Vizier in the pompous halls, but he heard the kindling voice:

"You stand in the presence of the First Lady of Roa, the Lily of [Auurn], Grand Republican Leader of the West, Sovereign of Rocasus, the LEGATA Ursula Miskawayah Romanov the First!"

Rafel saw the cops spread out on both sides of him and touch two fingers to their temples and then their hearts; a gesture of respect on this side of the Nine Realms. He'd read about this those years ago at Emberfall. He was the only one who bowed.

Though the woman whom the invisible Herald spoke of in such high praise appeared as a shiny silhouette robed in total silver, like a rain cloud, on the sprawling dais ahead, Rafel opened his mouth to tell her awkwardly, "I'd touch my head and chest too, but..."

He lifted up his bound wrists to show.

Then again, he didn't know if she was looking his way.

CLICK.

He heard the unmistakable sound of heels.

Glass slippers.

Very trendy.

The backdrop of the Hall they all stood in was pure diamond planes and prism. Light was filtered in and dispersed in fine blue and silver and gold patterns. It hurt his deviled eyesight. Rafel had to squint as the clicking of heels got closer. The vision of the Legata became clearer as she neared him. He, at the helm of her dais.

Two things prominent in her figure was leanness and height.

[DING!]

[She's fucking tall.]

Rafel ignored his system.

[Her aura signals S Rank too.]

[Lord host?]

'Not now, Peitho.' Rafel told her privately.

The [Legata] of the western Republic was simply a miracle. The motion of her hips as she walked was body art.

The rays of light radiant at her back sprayed her in a continuous ecclesiastical halo until she was right in front of him.

She was taller.

Rafel's eyes dropped.

And... she had three breasts.

'SHE HAS THREE BREASTS!'

"M-Ma'am?" Rafel cleared his throat.

There was also something curling from her head. Her hair; it was sleek, unnatural, dark metal.

Her own eyes were pure white.

She regarded Rafel only one second before her face split in the most gorgeous smile of all time.

She took his hands and flicked a finger over the juncture of his wrists, where the cuffs joined them. The chains came apart like that, falling away. 'She is definitely S Rank.' Rafel concluded in his mind.

"Is this any way to treat the man who owns half of my army?"

The Legata slid her white eyes to the cop girls. All their heads were bowed.

Sharp light cut into Rafel's amber eyes and he tried to back away. His vampiric irises sucked in tendrils of darkness. The Legata didn't miss it. "Ugh!" She told Xirena, "please shut those damn drapes."

The quietest one of the three policewomen sped off like an assassin. Darkness suddenly fell over the paradisical backdrop of the hall; great blue drapes dropped like banners and covered over the glass filigrees. Rafel's yellow eyes finally could open.

"Thank you, Your H-Highness." He remembered his manners.

She let go of his wrists with another disarming smile as Xirena reappeared.

"Please, call me Ursula."

Now that it was mildly dark in the Hall, Rafel could see that the sleek object curling down her head was actually her hair. And it was a serpent. A red-eyed basilisk with smooth, copper scales that gave Rafel the once-over—a million times.

And the Legata really did have three breasts. It was not his mind helping his overeager brain out.

She wore her body odds proudly, like three titties was a normal thing to see in a woman. She was really, really beautiful. Rafel tried not to root on the fact that she had two cleavage. And her breasts were large. The Silverline satin she had on touched her small waist and curtained over her long legs.

Her stilted heels finished off the red-hot appeal.

As Rafel gawped like a motherfucker, the Legata put up her hand to smooth her hair...down the gray, winding scales of her basilisk.

WHAT THE FUCK! He was thinking.

"Throughout all the months we were friends at that darn Wizard College, that cur didn't think to tell me that his MUM IS A FUCKING ALIEN!"

[Legata] Ursula Miskawayah Romanov the First had a coiled serpent for hair and three sweet boobs.

"Hoooly fuuuck!"

Realizing he'd said this aloud from the widening of the woman's white eyes, he coughed.

"—Ahem. Sorry."

"It's fine." Ursula smiled. "My breasts catch many off guard. Not only men." She winked.

"E-Excuse me," Rafel coughed again.

This time, the Legata laughed out loud; a sweet chuckle. "I see you've met my daughter, Yukima."

Yuki? Yukima?!

Rafel turned to the lead officer, who was still stood straight as a needle, effortlessly sexy in her pressed blues. "The Lieutenant?"

"Yes." Ursula Miskawayah Romanov turned and started for a right bronze wall with a larger than life oil canvas. She pointed to the painting: a depiction of a [Black Knight] spearing a wounded Centurion on his knees; the latter was without his helmet and clutched to his bleeding entrails. She told Rafel plainly then all this:

"—that's my first daughter, Yukima Nassai Romanov. We just call her Yuki; she's a Mindread. I know you've met my son, my Second heir, Mikhail. He adores you. I think maybe he's even in love. I have six children, and all off them would eat cheese off your boots. . .which is conflictful for the young man who murdered the last [Legatus]."

Rafel tried to not look frazzled at all she'd just said. But six kids? She didn't look like she'd popped one little runt. But she'd had a policewoman heir?

Fucking cool!

But at her last sentence; did this mean she was the one who tried to have him killed on the Lightlark?

"The General," Rafel said instead, "Ian Noguri. He was a friend. And a victim of circumstance. But I do not apologize for sending him to the Halls of Valor. He was a good man; one less soul for my kind to corrupt. That said, Lady Ursula, I make no attempt on your life."

The Legata still looked on the painting. She said, "I bet you didn't know the Camerlengo drew this. He avoided your face, but..." She shrugged, "it is you."

It was then Rafel took another look at the [Black Knight] in oil vignette. It really was him.

"I'm impressed." He smiled.

Ursula turned to face him, taller in her diamond stilts. "By me or my city?"

"Both?" he told her, and they chuckled together.

Ursula said after their laughs died down. "I can see why my children worship you. I'm very sorry to hear about the crash. My best detectives are on it. We'll discuss about owning half my army from the Contracts with the General later. But for now I wish you to enjoy the Republic and visit our pleasures if you will. We have many. Plus," she dropped her voice, "my Yuki has never brought a man home," she winked, adding sinfully, "and it would do you well to stop staring at my tits.

"On behalf of all of Roa, welcome to Auurn, the city of lights, Prince of Hel. We are honored to have you, APOLLYON."

At that second, the female Marshals all bowed to him from behind—even Leticia.

Before Rafel could think to say anything about it, the door just about shattered with a push and scream, and Mikhail Yurishev Romanov the Third came flying in.