The Last Primal

Taking a few deep breaths, Aiden slowly turned around and gazed at the lined up bunch of misfits, a group of mostly untrained people that while they lacked in terms of experience and skill, tried their best to compensate it with their zeal and passion.

Looking over them Aiden sighed, revealing a bitter-looking smile on his Skink-formed face. It didn't take too much to see that their force whilst statistically could somehow match up with the incoming forces, in reality, it barely stood a chance.

A frontal confrontation would only result in massive losses and gruesome bloodshed from their side. No, they needed to do something, HE needed to think of something.

He sighed again, pondering on what he should do, keeping the tense silence weighing heavily on the minds and hearts of everyone lined up as he slowly checked their information in the System.

Mostly simple civilians, that grabbed a pickaxe, stole a sword, or whatever they could find that could tear away their shackles be it physical or mental, and escaped through the many agents of Madam Dara hiding inside the city.

Thinking about it, his gaze slowly wandered towards the only brightly smiling, cheerful-looking mature Skink female standing at the front of a group of masked young maidens, her 'Daughter's of the Dark' as they liked to refer to themselves.

Essentially, they were similar to Number 3, Aiden's master in some form or fashion.. Their unique clothing, which whilst gave a minimal amount of defense, was mostly made to further enhance their already agile, swift nature. They were the special elite forces of the resistance, the only meaningful force they currently had. They were the scouts and the assassins. They were the agents that could hide in plain sight, merge into masses, infiltrate the enemy ranks.

They were young maidens, roughly at the same age as Aiden truly was, just barely reaching the end of their childhood, stepping over into adulthood. Young girls, that had lost their old families, giving their absolute loyalty to their mistress instead. 

Madam Dara, or Auntie Dara for the girls and boys in the base, was once a seamstress herself, forced to commit deeds that would forever haunt her dreams. Yet, she was a strong individual. When she met with the archbishop during his escape, she instantly saw the sparks of a better future, the faint glimmering hope. She instantly became enamored by the man, throwing herself behind the cause without hesitation.

She didn't hesitate to gather her girls, and together with the others give birth to the resistance and spark the embers of this revolution. 

Time passed and her faction have proven themselves to be a vital part of their feeble force's continued survival. The information they relentlessly gathered has served key points in their plans and campaigns.

In fact, and though Aiden was unaware of this-, it was Madam Dara and her daughter's that caught wind of his own capture and even the importance the High Priest has placed on the boy… 

It was also his sudden disappearance that has sparked his anger and put an end to the cold war that has been ongoing for years now….

Aiden's gaze met the mature woman's crescent-shaped eyes, he withstood the teasing smile of hers and waved her to step closer. 

Madam Dara nodded with a cheery, elated smile, walked over, standing just below the wall side where Aiden was standing. She gave a slight bow, as she spoke with her usual arduous, alluring tone of whispering voice.

"[Reptilian] How can I be of assistance, my Lord?"

Ignoring the playful teasings that Aiden learned from the absorbed memories she usually fired towards him, Aiden raised his palm and spoke with a stern tone.

"[Reptilian] Madam Dara, did your scouts, have learned anything from the incoming forces?"

"[Reptilian] A meaningful light flickered in the mature woman's eyes as she listened to her Lord's words. She smiled meaningfully, as she giggled in response.

"[Reptilian] So feisty, so direct, I love that about you, my dear lord!" She waved her hand playfully, as she continued with a bit more seriousness. "I do have some more to share!"

Without waiting for permission, Madam Dara, jumped up to the top of the wall and taking her place at Aiden's right side a moment later. She leaned over his shoulder and gave a seductive moaning sigh into his ear.

"[Reptilian] My lord…" 

Aiden sighed, grabbing the mature succubus, and pushed her gently away. He looked into her pouting eyes with a stern, strict, meaningful gaze as she spoke.

"[Reptilian] Enough of this playing around, Dara. Tell me, what do you know. You should know that every bit can be crucial to ensure none of our family would suffer. Every piece of information you decide not to share could spell the demise of someone in our family, even you and me."

He took a moment and closed his eyes. Images of his missing friends, his dear sister have flashed through his eyes, making his heart twist in pain for a moment before he resumed with an emotion-filled look in his eyes.

"[Reptilian] Please, do not play around in times like this. I don't want to lose anyone. Tell me what you know, I beg of you."

The look in her beloved Lord's eyes, the emotional, heavy display, the willingness to even beg without any hesitation were like daggers plunged into her heart that was already given to this man in front of Dara. 

Her dark green scaled face donned a gradient of red all across her visage. She could no longer withstand those mature, piercing eyes of the men she had hopelessly fallen for long ago. She averted her gaze, turning to look at her smiling batallion of daughters lined up in an organized fashion, and gulped a few heavily before she could respond.

"[Reptilian] M-my L-lord…" She sighed again, reaching for her voluptuous, heaving chest to calm her chaotically thumping heart. She stuttered as she battled her raging emotions. "T-there is no n-need for t-that… I w-was just p-playing… my lo- *khm* my lord!" 

She took a few more moments before she could calm herself and talk finally. Expertly, she seemed to be able to regain control of her heart and body, showing the decades of gruesome experience in her craft.

"[Reptilian] The High Priest seemed to be rather enraged by the latest turn of events." She spoke, turning her attention back on the man once again. "The loss of his precious resource, the captive bareskin seemed to hurt his plans more than we expected. He threw caution into the wind, and seemed to be adamant to put an end to our little resistance once and for all."

Despite the graveness of the situation she smiled lovingly at the man, as she continued.

"[Reptilian] HE has sent a massive force of more than 300 Temple Guards and even some of the Priests to purge the 'filth'…"

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