Who's Your Daddy

[Demetri Malius]

You would think that being an undead would make you immune to certain normal things. 

"C'mon Valerie, the longer we are walking in the sand the more the shit will get in our shoes." Gabriella sighed as she trudged along. "I swear this is the last time I sleep with a Prime..." she whispered to herself.

"There's already so much sand in mine already..." the little brunette child next to her kicked some of the sand up in a huff. "Why don't you just carry me, you're faster anyways."

"Aren't you supposed to be learning how to walk." 

"I've been walking for days, it sucks. My legs are too short."

"Well from what I've seen you do so far you won't have that problem a year from now."

"I don't wanna waiiiit."

"You know some people have to wait years to be able to grow to be as big as you. You look like you're ten."

"HA! And I'm only four."

"Yeah, four fucking months."

"SO WHAT?"

"Val, I swear I'm gonna die again."

"You better not! I'll eat you if you do!"

"Sounds like a plan."

"Noooooo!" the girl whined, narrowing her eyes.

"Alright alright, just hop on my back while I can still carry you."

"Yayyy~"

Valerie hopped onto Gabby and began to sing random songs she heard along the way to the Dunes. It had been at least a year since Gabriella last saw the damn bastard. The cunning cunt that left her with this child. The sexy bastard that slept with her that night. Fuck him. Both literally and figuratively. And fuck her for liking him. Either way, they were gonna see him, because fuck doing this on her own, she was not cut out for it. They had come so far already, and the city had been on the horizon for hours.

"Are we there y-"

"Don't. You. Dare."

The girl slinked back a bit on her shoulders and pouted. "Fine."

Eventually, they found themselves at the gate, finally at their destination.

"Alright empty your shoes and shit because this place looks like it actually has a fucking floor."

"Yay, a fucking floor!"

"Hey! Watching your fucking language missy!"

"Hmph."

One of the guards came up to Gabby as she helped the child.

"Ma'am, what business do you have here?"

"Plenty. Do you know any fucker called Victor Wolfe?"

"Of course, he's the-"

"Yeah, I don't give a fuck as long as you know him. How about you go in there and tell him to come see his fucking daughter."

"YEAH I'M HIS FUCKING DAUGHTER~!" Her red eyes shone brightly against the sand.

[Victor Wolfe]

No one will ever know the tale of how Nippurs greatest assassin rescued Sophie on that fateful night of music and death, no one except for Victor and Sophie of course, who was way too traumatised to ever want to talk about the kidnapping again. Dropping her off at the hospital it had seemed that she has suffered heavy scarring on the abdomen and lost a few fingers on one of her hands. With a grateful smile, she bowed her head to her rescuer as he informed her that he had other important business to see to, leaving her with a card containing his email letting her know to contact him in a few years once she had matured. 

Once outside the hospital, a golden cross hanging above the entrance Victor grinned and patted himself on the back, they had saved the girl, crushed an oligarchy, and even captured all but two of the organisation's members alive and awaiting their justice. Life was good for the assassin, the alliance with the town with no name was almost ready to enter its second phase, the economy could start to be steered in the right direction now that the little merchants association had been crushed, and Victor only needed to kill a whole two people to get what he wanted, this was unheard off, a mission that didn't leave double digits dead as collateral damage? This being diplomatic thing was much easier than he had thought. 

Business had already started to return to the city as the threat of being crushed by an oppressive oligarchy not hanging over everyone's heads and the renewed vigour of a well-paced return to glory had people in the productive mood, there where so many new opportunities for business, and with the kingdom still trying to sort out its internal affairs no tax of extreme regulation to really hold back their creativity. One of these new businesses had a logo the assassin recognised. 

Syntech, the company run by a prime so powerful only his own verse could contain his power. And that could only mean one thing, it was time for the annual death tournament, Victor had missed the last few due to a bad case of death but this year there wasn't really anything stopping him, after all a good showing in the tourney would do good things for the cities reputation, and it was in a DA that Victor had met his current allies and helped make a name for himself. But before he could step forward and sign up Victor noticed one of the guards, his black exorcist uniform flowing in the dusty wind of the city streets as he ran towards the Lord. 

"Lord Victor! We need you at the gate!" the guard huffed as he reached his destination, panic covering his face as he tried to catch his breath, hands on his knees as he sucked in the warm desert air, almost panting from the heat, even if those uniforms where lightly designed black was probably not the best colour, Vic knew this because he himself kind of enjoyed the suffering his own black assassins gear brought him under the dry and barren sun of the dunes. 

"Do I now? But I was just about to head into the yearly death tournament! So this had better be good let me just go down the list shall we honey? Are the Empire here with an army ready to kill us to the last man? Is that floating pink monstrosity with the power ring about to try to make us humble again? Did Diablo break out of hell to drag our king back and turn him into a fleshlight? The assassin went down his priority list the guard answering no to each one as he got more and more irritated by the Lord's lax attitude.

"Well it looks like my list of priorities is clear then, let the lower ranks handle it, I am off to beat some people up, Oh unless last on the list I guess but not likely, is there a scorned woman looking for some sort of child support?" Victor playfully stuck his tongue out as he started to strut towards the registration desk only to freeze dead as the guard shouted.

"Yes, well kind of that, angry woman and a young child that both seem to believe that the child is your daughter!" Victor stopped dead in his tracks, his heart almost stopping, this was totally impossible, yes back home he may have left a trail of bastard children in his wake but he hadn't really had time to mess around since he got to this world, unless... No could not be that, after all the girl was undead and judging by how long ago that was he assumed that she would have already gotten here had that been the case. But it was on the checklist of issues to bother Victor about and thus as a Lord of Nippur he was honour bound to go and deal with the issue.

"You know if I am going to be dealing with someone that might be lying about having my kid, a mind reader might be useful to help clear my name, So could you go and tell our brave knight Erik that I order his presence by the gates as soon as possible, that would be super sweet of you Mr Guardsman!" Victor said a little panic in his voice as he tried to remain composed, the guard simply nodding as he rushed off to find the psychic. 

Rushing to the gate Victor noticed a few guards standing around not sure what to do about the situation, Victor letting out a sigh shouted.

"Out of the way cannon fodder, don't you have perfectly good thieves to be getting choked out by?" The guards cleared the way to the gate for the Lord some of them grumbling, the occasional comment about how the bloodthirsty psychopath should still be locked up in a cage, the thought of being caged slightly arousing the politician as he exited the city to be greeted by his one time undead lover, and a small girl who looked to be around ten years of age. 

Doing some quick mental math the assassin let out a sigh of relief, the girl could not be his as she was way too old, no matter how time in this world worked it had never gotten that weird. Without warning the girl ran towards the assassin hugging his leg, accepthing it as a case of mistaken identity Victor looked down and smiled, his hands ruffling through her brunette locks of hair, causing her to look up. A moment of shock as he could almost see himself in her eyes, the bright red glow of his people's bloodline and a mischievous sly smile at the corner of her mouth. The predatory gaze that had taken Victor years of practice to perfect naturally reflecting from what he was now realising was definitely his daughter's gaze.

Victor froze for what felt like an eternity to him, a family was always something that had never felt right to him, his parents? Dead, his brother? Suspected dead but then turns out to be one of the leaders of the rebel forces in his homeland, then suspected dead again, then leading another rebellion and almost killing Vic. In other words, they tended to either be never around when he needed them or his biggest weakness, no matter how many times they fought each other Victor and his brother never seemed to be able to put the final level of pressure behind a swing to kill the other. Yet for once Victor didn't feel fear, as he looked into his daughter's eyes, wide with the same curiosity that had filled his own at that age, and the same underlying violence, Victor saw potential. 

After all, if there was one thing this world had taught Victor it was that traditional gender roles tended to be blown out of the water, this tiny person could grow to be the only heir ever truly worthy of inheriting the Wolfe name, not his pathetic self-righteous brother, nor any of his other children from one night stands in the past. After all, this was the first time one had activly tried to track him down, and that showed initiative. 

"I AM YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER!" the girl squealed with glee breaking Victors thought process, of course, she had been raised by Gabriella for all of her life, of course, that speech pattern was a thing. If she was going to inherit his legacy that would need to be worked on, although knowing how much of a badass the girl's mother was she was probably plenty strong already. Even at her young age. 

"It would seem that is the case you little bundle of joy!" Victor said happily as he scooped her up, sitting her on his shoulders as he walked over towards her still not too happy looking mother. Still as gorgeous and violent as he remembered her. Brunette hair framing cold piercing eyes and a mouth that Victor had gotten very familiar with, teeth only as sharp as the words that came out of it lining her smile. 

"Why hello there Gabriella, I am glad that you decided to take the invitation to this glorious city, Before we get into the whole, talking thing maybe we should get out of the direct rays of this blasted sun. and into the city where there is shade and solid cobble beneath the feet, sand might be the one thing worse than swamp land to walk on, it is the enemy of friction, and I know how much you love friction and hate the sun love" Victor winked at his former lover as she suppressed a smile, trying to keep up her anger at being abandoned by the prime. But he did have a point about the sun.

"Why the fuck not, I guess" She pouted as Victor turned towards the gate, a few of the guards standing in his way. A look of annoyance spread very quickly across his face as he stared them down, His free hand slowly drifting towards his bright golden dagger. The guards not wanting to get impaled decided to announce their reasoning. 

"Lord Victor, do you really think its wise to bring these... questionable characters into our fine city, especially after all that the people here have been through in the last few days!" The clear leader of this small squad of disposable weapons confidently announced causing Victors frown to turn to rage and maliciousness.

"Ok well let me remind you of the pecking order in this city, it goes Gilgamesh, Sasuke and I, the handsome psychic boy, Dave, Candy the tight ass, Shay the absent, The black man with a weeb blade, the white-haired dude that brought a severed head as a gift, the two witches with attitude problems, All of these fine citizens, and then you lot, just above the criminals I slaughter and the dirt I walk on. So if you want to walk away from this with all of your internal organs in place, then I suggest you move out of my way and" Victor grabbed the leader of the group close lifting him by his shirt to make eye contact, his eyes filled with protective bloodlust. 

"Never call my child a questionable character again you toad," Victor said as he stormed past the group followed closely by Gabriella, Valarie sticking her tongue out at the men who seemed to be frozen in place by fear, it felt good to be in power.

Walking for a little the trio reached a small bar, near the gates, walking over to the bartender Victor handed over a small pouch of gold coins "I need privacy, and if you see knight Erik heading towards the gates call him over and send him in I guess." Victor smiled as the bartender putting away the money rushed over to the two regulars and asked them if they could leave for a while, seeing who was standing in the doorway they nodded, giving a bow on the way out as the bartender followed.

Once the pair was alone Victor turned not even sure where to begin. "Ok, age, what, how, so big, undead, birth. OK, I don't know where to begin so can you shed some light on why our three-month-year-old looks to be about ten and how this even happened in the first place?

[Demetri Malius]

Gabriella watched as the big shit introduced himself to their little shit. She tried to look as annoyed as possible, waiting for him to turn to her and see her gruntled attitude at him for leaving her. It wouldn’t be long until he would be hearing about the year and a half that had past since they had that one night stand. The best one she ever had though, had to give him that. Plus she didn’t go praying mantis on him either.

She listened on as he used his charms, trying to both dissuade her anger and persuade her body. Damn, he was so good she hated it. Just the right amount of power trip.

“Why the fuck not I guess.” She said, trying to hide her smirk. She was actually pretty pleased with herself and glad she was being welcomed, she didn't want to have to deal with the aftermath of killing a few guards. Speaking of guards, she was also content to find Victor already standing up for their quickly growing little girl, tossing around threats like they were going out of style, and damn did that man have style.

Enough with the eye candy though. He still had to make up for the lost time.

Valerie stuck her tongue out at the guards who questioned her presence as they walked past, presenting her sharp teeth that she inherited from her mother. One of the victims of the accidental teeth baring flinched backward a step, not expecting such sharp canines. 

The spawn of lust and savagery was all too happy to find her long-lost father. Back in the Pale Moors, her mother had managed to look up clips and images of her father on one of the shows that air every year, called Dante’s abyss. She was mesmerized by his skill and wanted to be as quick and smart as he was. However, she also wanted to be just as strong and formidable as her mother. She loved both her parents dearly and was quickly filling their shoes. Now if only she would get a chance to prove herself.

It wasn't long before they had found their way into a tavern, in which Victor paid off the bartender to leave them alone. Out of the assassin’s mouth came all the same questions Gabby had come here to ask.

"Ok, age, what, how, so big, undead, birth. OK, I don't know where to begin so can you shed some light on why our three-month-year-old looks to be about ten and how this even happened in the first place?

“DAD I’M FOUR!” Came the immediate reply of his daughter.

“That doesn’t make it any less confusing.” Victor rubbed the side of his head as he tried to recalculate the math of age.

“Woah, alright, listen dipshit, I came here to ask you those same questions. I can’t keep up with her damn clothes by shooting the shit in the Moors alright? This isn’t even supposed to be possible with how my body works, and yet here we fucking are. What kinda supercum do primes have?”

“I don’t know but I can at least guarantee that you lucked out on the best. Now about our precious little monster.” Victor, realizing that Gabby was just as clueless, figured that she was going to be no help in all of this besides looking good. He walked over to his daughter and couched down a bit to get to her level. “So what is the name of my beautiful daughter?”

“Valerie! I really like that name, and I like yours too daddy! I saw all of the stuff you did in the death tournament and it was AWESOME. Maybe you can show me a few of your tricks? I’ve been practicing fighting with mommy but she won't let me hold her ax or guns yet…”

Victor was impressed. Much more initiative and intent to learn than he originally expected. “As much as I would want to see what you can do with them, maybe she does have a point. By the way, it looks though, you won’t have to wait long to use the big girl weapons. Maybe I can show you a few easier tricks you can do while you’re still growing, hmm?” He gave her a wink and a father’s smile.

“Really?! I’m going to be able to fight and go in the death tournament and kill everyone!” She roared a bit, baring her teeth to show her ferocity.

Perhaps a little too much initiative. Victor spoke up giving a skeptical look, “Now hold on, no death tournaments for you, daddy is a prime, and that means if he fucks up, he can come back any time he wants to. Now, even though I know that you would probably win the tournament no problem, some people can be cowards and will gank you by literally becoming a flying pink douchebag. Then your  mother would be very upset, and we can’t have that now can we?”

“No… I guess not.” She sighed as she let her head hang with her arms at her side.


“But hey, tell you what. If you grow up pretty quickly and show me you can handle yourself, I’ll let you come with me on missions for ol’ goldie. How does that sound?”

“Yeah!” the small child raised her fists and began to dance around, hyped up from her father and talking to herself about things she would do to impress him and fight. Victor stood up, not even needing to distract his daughter as she seemed to have done it herself. This gave him a chance to speak with Gabriella more privately.


“So honey, do you think I make a good dad?” The assassin gave a smirk and shimmied his way over to his lover.

“Well you got the sexy bod, the charm, and soft touch, but so long as you lay off any shitty dad puns I think I can roll with it. Now, you owe me a years worth of fucking orgasms.”
Victor didn't even need to calculate that. “Damn. I don’t even know if we have the time to make up for all of that, especially since I’m gonna be heading into the tournament this year as well.”

Silence. Victor stared at the narrowed eyes now laid down upon him.

“Hey, it’s you with the bad timing. I was actually on my way to sign up before I heard you arrived at the gate.”

“So fucking what.”

Victor looked around as he thought of a way to deter any more hostility. “How about if I throw in some fodder for you and little Val to play with while I’m gone. In fact,” he paced around for a moment before snapping his fingers. “I just got some delicious prisoners that we just captured. How about we go ahead and let our daughter practice her skills? I’m sure she will appreciate the little treats.”

“You’re such a sly little fucker and I love it.” She smiled, as it seemed Victor managed to tame the beast once again. “You know, all this sweet talk is kinda turning me on, maybe we can find someplace really quick to release some long built tension.” She ran her fingers up his arms, feeling the slowly fading scars of the recent plan Victor had executed on the rebelling oligarchy.

“I’M A PIRANHA! AHM AHM AHM.” the sounds of chomping teeth interrupted the rising dirty talk as their daughter came back. “Did you guys say something about toys?!”

Victor smiled as Gabriella beat him to the reply. “Yeah, your dad got lucky with a big deal on boy-toys. Just remember, no dick or ball chomping till you grow tits or whatever.” As she spoke, Victor realized that it was true that they would not be able to exactly determine when she was of legal age, but breasts were a good point of reference. 

“Okay!” She gleefully accepted, most likely not even fazed by the restriction set upon her.

Gabriella turned her head back to Victor as she gave him a dirty look. “So? You ready to head somewhere whip it out or what?” She leaned in close. “Just make sure we get someone capable to watch our daughter, she’s just as much trouble as we are.”

[Erik Vrell]

Erik internalised a long, exhausted sigh. He knew he should have let Victor handle this, he would love this girl. Although, on second thought, Victor meeting Ash was the last thing Erik needed. 

“Well, welcome to the glorious city of Nippur, the pride of the glorious King Gilgamesh.” Erik said, gesturing to the city and attempting to be enthusiastic. “Please, come with me.” 

Erik led the demoness through the city gates, Sand Hawk tailing behind the pair. 

“Now, if you want clothes, I'm sure we can find someone to help.” Erik thought out loud. “Just let me show you to the bazaar and-”

“Nobleman Erik!” A guard said, jogging up to the psychic and shooting the bandit and demon a look. “Lord Victor is requesting you at a nearby bar. Alone.”

“Oh, I didn't realise I was rescued by a nobleman.” Ash said, a hint of… Excitement? In her voice. Whatever it was, Erik couldn't quite place it, which just worried him more. “You don't have any clothes in your noble’s quarters, do you?”

“Victor needs me? Okay, show me the way.” Erik said, ignoring the bedroom comment from the demon. “Sand Hawk, you can get her some clothes, can't you?”

“Sure thing!” The bandit said, a little too excited for Erik’s liking. The pair went their own way as the guard led Erik to the bar, where Victor awaited him. The psychic couldn't help but wonder what Victor wanted to speak to him about. If it was private, it had to be important, unless the assassin intended to seduce his subordinate. Erik almost stopped in his tracks at the thought, realising that Victor might actually attempt that. Banishing the idea, Erik continued towards the bar, running theories over in his head.

“Could he have a job for me? That sounds most likely, but what could be so important. Perhaps the King is in danger…” The psychic thought before the guard spoke up. 

“We’re here, sir.” He said, motioning towards the silent bar before going back to his post. Erik looked the bar over, somewhat impressed at the fact that it had remained in one piece since the King had been gone. The priest guessed that bandits hadn't wanted to jeopardise their booze supply any more than their supply of bread. Erik rapped his knuckles on the door a couple of times before the bartender opened the door a crack. 

“Knight Erik?” The man asked.

“Nobleman Erik.” The psychic corrected, before the bartender opened the door and let Erik inside. The priest was met with the sight of Victor alongside a woman and a small girl, no more than ten. Erik was confused for a moment, before he caught a glimpse of the girl’s blood red eyes and realised that no, the King was not in danger, it was worse. 

The psychic remained silent for a moment, a little too shocked to know what to do. He remained still through the ‘no dick chomping’ comment, until he couldn't take the obscene banter any longer. 

“Lord Victor.” Erik said, giving the assassin a bow as the trio turned towards him. 

“Ah, Erik, good to see you.” Victor said as he stood up, walking over to the noble. The assassin’s characteristic grin dropped a little, and his hand dropped to his dagger as he saw the gory mark left when Erik was impaled. 

“Who did this? I only get to penetra…” Victor trailed off as he glanced backwards towards the woman, and what Erik begged was not the assassin’s daughter. “Erik, this is Gabriella, and my daughter, Valerie. Maybe cover your gaping chest hole before you say hello.” 

Erik bowed as he shifted his cloak over his wound. “A pleasure to meet you.” He said while internally screaming to himself. Victor was enough of a handful, let alone a kid and a... Wife? Erik somehow doubted that.

“Is this the one I get to play with?” Valerie shouted excitedly. Erik couldn't help but feel like her definition of play was not the same as most young girls.

“No, this is Erik, he's a good… Friend, of mine.” Victor said with a grin before turning to the priest. “Come on, let's talk.”

[Victor Wolfe]

Trying to pull away from Gabriella a little her grasp on his newly grown arms held him tight, stronger than anyone would think just by looking at her frame she knew exactly what she wanted and was not going to let the lord away until he had made up for a year and a half of lonely nights. The cold of her skin in contrast with the heat of the desert causing the hairs on Victor's arms to stand on the edge. Her loose and torn clothing allowing for Victor to remember their last night together, the marks from that encounter now gone on her pale skin, something he would need to fix. 

Looking to his daughters face, mischievous and eager to please he grinned, she was utterly adorable with her amateurish bloodthirst as she continued to dance along to the music playing from the device at her hip, apparently, her fathers love of music passing down to her, as well as his lightness of foot, the wooden planks underneath their feet letting out hardly a creek as her light frame and surprising grace allowed her to drift across the floor with effortless ease. He did want to spend a lot more time with his greatest creation. Looking down at his outfit he organised the ranking of his creations for a moment, setting on Valarie as the best, Although his sweet ass cloak was very hard to beat. 

Knowing that his lover if kept waiting for too much longer may make the battle of Nippur look like a light military drill Vic knew that he had to figure out some way to clear the room. Getting Erik out would be easy, as the close contact between the harlots in front of him was already causing his eyes to wander around the room, for once his normally stoic face plastered with a look of worry and internal torment. And this was most likely without probing into the gorgeous woman in the rooms mind and finding out all of the little details that made her such a dream for the assassin. A storm of sexuality, profanity and violence, everything Victor needed in a partner. 

However as with all newborns, Valarie didn't seem like the sort that would be easily convinced to leave without at least one of her parents, Victor had to think fast before Gabby just decided to say screw it, and throw him down on the bar in front of both the onlookers. Victor wasn't sure if she would actually do that but it was a risk he was not willing to take. 

Erik walked closer to Vic but kept his distance from the seductive undead whos eyes were still locked on her lover filled with want and lust. The weight of his feet causing groans from the wood under him, and the smell of blood on his shirt drawing the eyes of both Gabriella and Valarie, the former almost drooling, and the second licking their lips before whispering to herself.

"Eriks are friends, not food!" she lightly slapped her own cheeks as she danced off trying to create a little distance between herself and the stranger. 

"Erik! My comrade in arms, so good to see you, as you can see it would seem that my little vacation in the moors has created more than just a lot of happy memories and fingernail scars on my back, but I now have an adorable little girl!" Victor said ecstatically. 

Erik was sceptical but a little surprised, there was none of the usual arrogance, or cunning hints of manipulation that usually underlay everything the assassin said, it seemed like he was actually happy to be a father. Although he still had the worry about the sorts of things the assassin would eventually try to teach a child that he seemed to be viewed as his heir apparent. 

"I can see that Victor, but wasn't your vacation in the moors, only a year and a half ago? Oh god! Please do not tell me that you two kidnapped a child whilst there, or worse yet killed the parents and had this woman brainwash her whilst you were lording it up in here?" Erik's concern was real although a slight smile at the edge of his face let Vic knew he was proud of the terrible pun, the joke causing Valarie to snort and laugh. 

"Relax Erik, as you can see by the red eyes definitely my kid. Those are reapers eyes" Victor pointed to his own, the exact same colour and almost luminecent blood-red glow, the four sanguine orbs locked onto Erik eerie in the dim light of the musty tavern.

"Legend supposedly has it that back in the day our people before becoming merchants where fierce warriors, able to take extreme wounds on a battlefield one day and return the next with a vengeance, the glow said to scare off even the grim reaper himself, making us almost impossible to keep down for any length of time. As we settled down and focused more on political and mercantile achievements it seems that it became diluted. For example, my neighbour as a child had eyes so diluted they almost looked brown. And when I tried him for being rebel scum all it took was a dagger to the stomach to stop him moving around." Victor let out a chuckle. 

"So it's all just a story?" Valarie looked disappointed, the idea that her eyes held real power being amazingly cool to her, after all after seeing her fathers DA performance she knew that her eye colour was the main thing she shared with him, a link to someone she longed to meet, and thusly she was already proud of them. 

"Well not necessarily, stabbed, shot by firing squad, delimbed, stabbed through the eye, broke most bones, blew up, set on fire, dropped of a castle tower." Victor got more and more heated as he continued on his list of nasty ways to die. 

"Are those things you have survived?" Erik chimed in wondering just how well Victor's healing rate had worked in his old world.

"NO! Those are all the things I did to try and murder that damn rebel scum brother of mine, but every single time we got the chance to finally catch him something got in the way, be it the prince calling me away so I had to leave the body disposal to a team of imperials." Victor let out a sigh

"Or some other rebel giving their life to save his sorry hide, the man had the luck of the gods and it was infuriating knowing no matter how many days I spent tracking him, how many of his men and women I tortured, and how much I attempted to finish the job, he would get away and only have to deal with the emotional scars. Fuck that man and Fuck his Fucking healing rate!" Victor slammed his fist against the wood of the bar, causing it to dent and a loud crack from Victor's clenched fist. The throbbing pain began to spread as Victor moved the limb behind his back as he tried to play it off.

"Sorry about the language, but yes, my brother and I have the purest reapers eyes I had ever seen, so there may be something to it my little unkillable spawn" Victor chuckled as Valarie ran over to him hugging his leg again. 

Erik had flinched a little, having never heard Victor utter an obscenity before, but noticing his boss trying to play tough guy with a clearly broken hand did cause him to have to stifle a chuckle. 

"But no, my theory is that the virus she inherited from her mother combined with my genetic healing rate is causing her cells to split faster, speeding up the growth process, It will probably slow down once she reaches adulthood. Perhaps that is what caused this entire thing actually, millions of tiny little regenerators all swimming inside of you dear, reactivating things as they went." He said as his fingers on his not broken hand intertwined with hers.

"But on that subject, I need you, Erik, to be a good comrade and escort our little girl to the spectator area of DA, after all, I have a feeling you want to go and prove yourself to all of us, and I have some things I need to, do before I can head there myself" 

"No!" a shrill scream came from the girl at Victors knee as she stomped her foot down, not the first person Victor had expected to complain, letting go of Gabriella's hand for a moment Victor dropped down to eye level with the little girl, her eyes watery as she stared angrily at her father. 

"I want to stay with you and mommy! I just met you and already you want to abandon me again! Is a daughter no good? Secondary not worth it? You bastard!" The little girl cried in anger as her fear of being alone again flared. Victor reached forward and pulled her into a hug, tears staining his shoulder as he comforted her. 

"I am not abandoning you, honey, never again, had I knew about your existence I would have moved heaven and earth to get you here, and Nippur has no gender laws, that means you are the true heir to the Wolfe legacy, no matter what you have between your legs, and your mother is a secondary too, and I love the both of you no matter what, I just know you will love DA so since your mommy and I have some grown up stuff to talk over I want you to go and get the best seats! After all, my little princess deserves only the best. Here to remind you of just who you really are" Victor focused Omnilium into his hands as a bright light appeared around the little girl whose expression changed from sadness to wonder as the glow subsided. 

Now around Valerie's neck and down most of her back was a cloak, much like her fathers, but on her tiny frame, it looked far more like a cape causing Victor to chuckle "You will grow into it, and the neck hook is adjustable so that should not be a problem. Valarie gasped as she turned, the cloak spinning with her before her tears turned to ones of joy, rushing forward into a hug around Victor's neck.

Once the embrace was done she gave a wave to her parents she turned to Erik her mischievous eyes scanning him up and down as she announced " Onward uncle Erik" the little girl announced confidently as she marched out the door Erik not sure what to do looked to Vic.

"Better do what the lady says, oh and if you even mention the C word to my kid, there are not enough horses or kings men in this city to even try to put you back together again after what I would do to you" Victor flashed a smile knowing Erik's view on sexuality and not wanting that mind corruption to spread to his own bloodline.

"Better go before you lose her and she does something crazy" Victor giggled as Erik headed out the door, deciding that letting Victor's child end up in harm's way due to his negligence would not be a very good career move for the psychic. 

Once the others had cleared the room the lord turned to his mistress once again her eyes filled with lustful intent. 

"so shall we go find somewhere to rip each other's clothes off hot stuff?" she said in a sultry tone causing Victor to lift her onto the bar counter, quickly catching on to what her partner had planned her legs locked around him pulling him close.

"No time got a year and a half to make up for don't I? Besides, I did pay for this place so I think with those two things I am going to have to do a lot of eating of the special for today" Victor responded with lust filling his voice.

"Oh and what might that be?" the undead temptress teased as she leaned back her body now laid across the counter for the bar.

"You" Victor winked, The bar filled with the lewd sounds of two long-separated lovers, their mission appears to keep the entire city of Nippur awake, and they gave it their best.

[Demetri Malius]

As the sun rose above the sand blasted city, Gabriella took her last chance to take advantage of the other object that rises in the morning. A full night of moans and squirming climaxes kept the city awake, with rumors beginning to spread about the events that were happening in the bar. Once the sun finally shone through the windows of the bar, it would reveal the tatters of clothing and undergarments scattered about the place. A torn shirt hanging over a stool, the remains of a pair of panties strewn across two tables, a belt sticking out of a glass. The two lovers stretched to relieve the slight aches of the long exercises from the night before.

“Goddamn, I really missed that.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Gabriella laid sprawled across the bar, drink in hand as she rolled over slightly.

“Glad at least we don’t have to worry about any more accidents.”

“Yeah, if we had any more I would have to pick a favorite. Still, it’s amazing it was even able to happen in the first place.”

“No kidding, at least I'm all cleaned out now, so we can fuck as much as we want. Still, fucking death tournament, I’ll be waiting for your ass to get back.” She grabbed the pair of pants she had worn last night, which were now a pair of shorts, at least when you looked that them from the front. “As much as I am gonna be missing a good pounding, you better win or kick the shit out of somebody. Our daughter is gonna be upset if her dad can’t hold his own.”

“Don’t worry, I tend to do pretty well in these things, just try to warn me if you see any pink fellows.”

“You have beef with guys that look like dicks or what?”

“Something like that.”

“Well I’ll try to make sure you don’t get bent over and fucked by any dickheads while I’m around.”

“Much appreciated dear.”

“Alright, so can you summon me some clothes or should I just walk around with my literal ass hanging out?”

“As much as I would love seeing you walk around like that I think I can summon some nice fitting shorts and maybe a tank top for you, it is hot outside after all my dearest.”

“Sounds absolutely fucking wonderful.”

Once Victor summoned her outfit and repaired his own, they cleaned up a bit and began to prepare to leave.

“What about the glass?”

“Oh shit, forgot about that.” She glanced over at the large glass filled with a thick white liquid.

“We can just leave it on the counter, let someone else deal it, unless you’re thirsty.” Vic said with a wink.

“I think I’ve had my fair share, gonna get up and going, don’t want to be late to enroll you for dying or anything.”

“Fair enough, ladies first.”

“You just want to see my ass don’t you.”

“I wouldn’t argue.” He teased.

“So slutty.”

She smiled and traced a finger across his cheek as she walked out into the streets, a few onlookers trying to find out which rumors were true. This place wasn’t too bad, but she did miss the gloom of the moors. This was a new bloody chapter in her life, and she was ready for whatever was coming next.