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Chapter 637 The Tale Of Demion, Escus And Irisa (1)

Seven millennia ago, in the far East within Pelian, there existed a Family once, one that reined over expansive, rich lands. The lands were so rich that from their soils, the finest crops and fruits grew, the rarest breeds of quality livestock could be reared in the climate and from the overall uniqueness of the domain, the most powerful and beautiful of man in Pelian were born.r

Legends passed by man said that a blessing ran through the waters of the four rivers that bled into these lands from the sea, a blessing from Listafelle that gave the normal soils high fertility and the living things that drank from them heightened qualities. They claimed that the waters drew impurities in the air and cleansed them, alternating the climate as well, shockingly.r

Later, doubt suffocated this legend as bold wanderers tried and test the waters, literally, but nothing changed even after constant consumption, leading many to believe that it wasn't the waters that were special, but the act of dwelling in these expansive lands for extended periods of time.r

It was the land that protected its people, they surmised, after all, hadn't the giants preached that Quintess' body became all the lands in Aigas? Some of these lands were bound to naturally have abnormal qualities like this!r

Yes, that made sense!r

These rumours spread like wildfire and soon enough, many more were recruited into this belief. r

Before long, these expansive lands were given the name 'Quintess' Paradise' and all man coveted them and the beautiful people that resided within them.r

The Family that ruled over these lands was called the Bewatered Family and had a mighty force of 7,000 men that were rumoured to be as strong as three others at the same level of power!r

Also, since the lands were so rich, the ores and minerals found within them produced fine weaponry and armour that gave the army a defining edge against other clustered combatants.r

When the expected formal declarations of war were waged against the Bewatered Family for their lands, they came out the victors each time, which fuelled the burning desire from their enemies, the intense motivation that spawned from it edging over the bounds of what was legal and allowed.r

Fortunately, the men defending the lands of the Bewatered Family were also sufficiently motivated. One could only hope to think why.r

Not only was the lord of the lands a kind and honourable man, he also rewarded each effort given for the good of the lands adequately, garnering the unyielding loyalty from his men.r

But that wasn't all. Actually, it wasn't the thickest of it.r

The Head of the Bewatered Family had a beautiful daughter.r

Irisa was her name.r

Her beauty was said to be so surreal that reflective surfaces – water, glass, glossy steel – couldn't depict her face. Whenever she stood before them, she appeared faceless, the details of her visage so mesmerising that she usually had to wear a veil, otherwise whenever she passed, time would stop moving, as did all productivity.r

And if the enemies of these lands were ever to know that she existed... the lord of these lands always shuddered at that thought.r

Irisa was also kind like her father. Still, she went out of her way to interact with everyone, including the men that fought for their land.r

She had been taught so.r

She had been educated since she was young as to why it was important to give these men respect.r

To bow in their presence and motivate them sufficiently.r

They were ones responsible for their peace.r

They were the reason why she could live without worry.r

And thus her late mother who rivalled her in beauty had told her to use her otherworldly prettiness to garner the simple praise from men, just as she did.r

Therefore, her fair gaze from beyond a silver veil, her fair hand outstretched for a loyal kiss and her sweet voice that encouraged the might of the seven thousand men was their motivation.r

Nomatter what, Irisa would never lose her home if she had the means to stop it.r

The victories her Family procured kept piling on until the treachery of greed overcame the meaning of the law.r

Six Families banded together and assailed the lands one night, killing all who stood in their way to reach the Bewatered Family Estate. The rich lands – Quintess' Paradise – were soaked in blood that night. That of the common folk, that of the seven thousand strong and that of the lord of the land.r

Several were spared as ornaments and objects of entertainment. Human trophies with excessive beauty so fine it had to be preserved and enjoyed on selected nights. r

Hmmm. The satisfaction wrought was sublime.r

The blood these six Families failed to spill however, was that of Irisa and two guards that her father had assigned to protect her without her knowledge. Only when the lands were burning with fire and hatred, the legacy of the Bewatered Family falling, did these two men rise to save Irisa and flee with her elsewhere.r

These two men were Demion and Escus.r

Irisa mourned bitterly for 65 days in their care following the fall of her Family until the need to move on held.r

She and her two guards went to another land far to the West, escaping the loathsome terror of the six Families that plundered the land.r

During this journey, she grew to know the two men who protected her wholly.r

Demion was an upright man, loyal to a fault and strict on duty. His strength was bottomless determination that allowed him to persevere despite not being gifted with extraordinary powers.r

Escus on the other hand, was a loyal guard but he did not believe in honour at the expense of living as he wished. The prospect of his power was his defining trait. He was very powerful and had been one of the strongest among the seven thousand strong, only stripped of rank because of his immovable mind-set and beliefs.r

Irisa appreciated both their qualities as both were willing to give up their lives for her. She was lucky she didn't have to share a fate worse than death if ever found with them by her side.r

Thus in their travel, the three had to wear veils around their faces as outside their lands, their beauty would attract too much attention, moreso for Irisa.r

For a good seven months, the three found a good place to live and integrated themselves shakily among the natives without staying for two long in one place. After all, sporadic interactions demanded that they get comfortable enough to remove their veils and show they faces.r

If they did so, that would be the beginning of all the tragedy, something neither of them wanted.r

However, this so called tragedy was inevitable, because sooner or later the three would grow comfortable with their escape from the chaos and this comfort would allow for the boiling human emotions and needs that had been repressed from the tension to finally take hold.r

Naturally, this started with Irisa, who admired Demion's stature. His aloofness and the bright fire of firmness that was aglow in his steady gaze melted her heart.r

What's more, when she casually seduced Demion, he refused to be taken by the temptation, warding away her advances with a solid face that did not betray the ferocious demons underneath, egging him to give in.r

Be it turning his head to 'accidentally' glimpse at the full view of a pair of fine, fairly large breasts with snowy skin bundling them into delectable shape, entering his room to find a naked woman sprawled under his sheets or having a strangely experienced, soft hand caress his masculine sensitivities from the blue...r

Demion had persisted.r

He had persisted until the wall he built was finally scaled and torn down violently by the mad beasts that had been pooling on the other side.r

He gave in, and when he did, he did not hold back.r

He didn't care anymore.r

If Irisa desired him, he would take her.r

After all, he would still fulfill his duty afterwards, perhaps with even more vigour.r

On the night that he satisfied his lusts fully, feeling the last shards of guilt and doubt fade away with every thrust he gave the warm, soft and ravenous body under him, the sparks of jealousy grew in Escus who was there to hear the moans of desperate pleasure.r

Peace decisively took a hike.r