On another side of the battlefield, a group of Silencers are circling around a helpless chained woman. Though this prisoner is chained down by manacles, the surrounding carnage around her dictates otherwise. Bodies, Silencers and mages alike, lies bleeding and lifeless with their hands tightly grip to their swords and clubs as if they’ve murdered one another.

“Steady everyone.” One of the Silencers, seemingly the leader of the little group, orders his men as they maintain a peripherical distance from her. “She won’t reach us from here.” The woman is wet and covered in rags however despite her messy state, a dangerous beauty lurks underneath. In addition, this seemingly frail woman is enveloped by a mysterious tentacle-like fabric swirling around her as if they are an extension of her limbs.

Irritated by the leader’s comment, the woman glares at the leader with a charming stare. Her pupils dilated as a pink flash darts straight from her eyes directly towards the Silencer leader. However the moment the flash left her body it gradually becomes slower and weaker until finally its effects is watered down by rain.

”Whew,” The Silencer leader sighs in relief. She looks at his relieved face and curses herself. Damn this rain, she says. If it weren’t for it her charms would have affected them all already. She is a Succubus, and all around her are the corpses of both her captives and the members of Silencers who tried to get close to her. When the rain started and the bloodbath began, she grasp the opportunity to charm her captors and make them fight one another during the confusion. Unfortunately during the scuffle, the one carrying her chains died underneath a falling building behind her. Locking her in to the open like this.

When she saw the Silencer group marching towards her area she planned to use her feeble position to lure them in and then use her charm to release herself and kill them in the process. Unfortunately, after a few of the Silencers accidentally came close to her and were affected by her charm, they immediately caught up on what she was and what she’s doing and created distance from her.

“What shall we do sir?” One of the silencer asks the leader. “Can we actually just leave her here?” She looks at the group with curious eyes. Neither one of them have left their guard down from her. Their weapons are clearly drawn and are consciously keeping their distance from her. For once she actually feels a bit of pride as unlike her previous victims they seem to respect her powers and not see her as a piece of meat that could satisfy their urges.

”No, go ask the sniper nest up on the buildings to eliminate her. We’re very fortunate her chain got stuck by her captor.” The leader responds to the query. So she is about to be killed like a rabid dog, huh? How ironic, she thinks to herself. Seems like a fitting punishment for a temptress like her. It’s only been a good 90 short years, but she sees it all worth it.

“I’m sorry!” The Silencer shouts at her. “I don’t know what’s going on, but we have to kill you first before letting you go.” There is sympathy in his voice, she can taste it. She wants to laugh, howl in ridicule at this man preposterous insinuation.

”You presume my innocence, dear Silencer. What makes you think I’m actually a slave and not a prisoner?” If only he knows all the kingdoms she has sank in the bottomless pit of carnal destruction. All the riches she has greedily eaten for herself, and all the flesh she has voraciously succumb gleefully, this Silencer would think twice of her so called “innocence.” He may be a man of tactics, but it seems like his heart is still young and gullible, a ripe fruit easy for her taking.

The leader stammers a bit, it seems her voice affects him. “I would not wish to assume the worst of a mage, especially one chained like an animal like you.” Wait, did he just call her a mage, how? How did he know?

Her eyes furrows. “Why do you call me a mage? You do know a succubus’ charm is as natural to her as breathing is for a mortal such as yourself?” He might have just confused her charms as magecraft. Yes that’s right. Her charms is truly a spectacle to see for any mortal to witness. Though it is a bit disappointing that a Silencer of all things can’t seem to differentiate her charms to actual magic.

“No, I mean the magic you’ve yet to show us.” The Silencer clarified his statement. He pulls a necklace hiding underneath his fabric, it is a small crystal gently nestling snuggly on a steel nest. “The necklace responds to a mage’s personal magic, your magic.” He nods towards her. The Succubus grits her teeth. Never in her life has she let anyone see her and her...paltry trick ever, and this man stands defiant over her speaking about it as if she’s an open book.

The Silencer, noticing he has struck a nerve, gives the Succubus a quick grin before stepping back. “If it was a secret, I apologize. But it would be embarrassing for me as a Silencer not to notice nuances such as that.” He grabs a large rectangular box with a stick dangling out of its side. He placed it by his ear and started talking. ”Yes, hello?” The Silencer speaks through the mysterious box. “Can you see us? What do you mean no? What’s going on?” The Succubus notice the Silencer grows frustrated with the one he’s talking to through the magical box. Eventually the Silencer puts down the box in contempt. “Everyone, it seems like the nest was hit. Report says it was hit by a fireball of all things.” He curses under his breath.

A cavalcade of whispers from his subordinates ushers as the leader’s annoyance festers. “Enough.” He stops them from bickering. “We will do it the old fashion way.” The leader calls upon two other soldiers from the side. They carefully walk closer towards the leader. The leader inspects their hands as he gives each of them a spear. The Succubus felt a bit of shiver as she sees the spear being distributed. Their entire frame is made from iron, a classic Silencer specialty, and the tip has some sort of runic symbols engraved in its blade; most probably to prevent any spells from activating once the body dies.

“Don’t worry,” The leader speaks up, “After we’ve confirmed your death, we’ll pull out the spears so the rezz can take effect later.” Is this some kind of joke? What rezz spell? Even as a cruel joke the Succubus can’t find anything about her situation amusing. “Is killing mages so mundane for you lot that you can talk like it’s just a daily task?” She felt the irony in her tongue for calling herself a mage, but she discarded it and pushes on. “And I call myself a monster.” The leader sighs, “For the last time we don’t like to do this either.” He shouts reluctantly. “Fucking Threshold forcing the greenears to do this debauchery. I swear-!”

An explosion erupts behind the Silencer’s flanks as they were preparing for the Succubus’ execution.

Then another, and another. Small fireballs explodes one after another as they engulf the group in a scorching frenzy.

“Cover yourself!” The leader commands booms over the explosion. “It’s the group that attacked the sniper nests!” The other Silencers desperately scurries within the buildings as the leader is left in the middle of the burning street. “These are magical fires, but how? Probably a “Psy Shield”.”

Meanwhile the chained Succubus just sat through the whole attack in awe. She is honestly waiting for a stray fireball to hit her by accident.

“Psst!” A sound weasels through her ear at the wreckage behind her. “Come closer.”

The Succubus hears the faint voice, probably male, calling her out. She looks around to see if anyone is watching her, and once she’s clear the Succubus slowly creeps backwards. When she reach the building wreckage she sees a young male boy hiding underneath the rubble. Blonde short hair, and a pair of blue eyes clothed in what the Succubus reminds her of royalty dirtied by the rain and mud of the battlefield. He was a poster child of a prince, the Succubus says to herself. What is he doing here?

“Come closer quickly, I’ll break the chains.” The boy scoots closer to her as he tries to reach out the chain. It is a sturdy long steel coil engraved with specific anti-demonic runes etched on it, it was made specifically to prevent her from breaking out.

Once the boy reaches the chains he place his other hand on top of it. He close his eyes and utters one word. “Gora” Slowly his hands starts to manifest a canine head, complete with eyes and fangs, and it starts to gnaw off the chain. “Apologies, the rain has really dampen my magic so this is the best that I can do.”

“My hero!” The Succubus gleefully replies. This is perfect, she thinks. The boy probably doesn’t know that she’s a succubus, and would be a great fodder when the captain finally notice us. “Please be faster, the Silencer might see us soon.” She leans closer to the boy, a subtle charm is far more effective if she can be only be a few inches closer to the boy. Once she got close, she let her tendrils slick stealthily around the boy’s back.

“There.” She smiles and activates her charm, she could clearly see the boy’s eyes become enveloped by her magic as the pinkish hue slowly envelops the boy from her tendrils. The pink circles in his irises confirms her dominion over him. “Now hurry up so I can get out of here.” Her tone changes back to her normal self once the spell finishes.

The boy quietly nods and starts to gnaw the chain with his canine-like hand.

“Hey you!” Finally the leader’s voice pierce through the flaming wreckage. He is carrying one of the previous spear he gave awhile ago. “You’re not getting away.” He started to rush in as he throws the spear straight at her. The spear flies directly close to the Succubus’ head, missing only inches from her hair. ”Shit!” She looks back at the dominated boy, “Hey you, take him out!” The boy immediately stops breaking the chains and immediately went straight to the Silencer. His hand still manifests a canine head as he uses it as the vanguard of his attack. ”What?” The Silencer dodges his initial attack, but the boy’s persistence push through as he circles back and bit the Silencer by the feet. “What the-?” The Silencer looks down and sees the canine head gnawing at his leg. “Is this alive?” He looks back at the Succubus who is now desperately trying to finish the chains the boy started.

Thanks to the boy’s efforts, the chain is about 50% destroyed and the Succubus assumes she only needs to apply some brute force before it finally gives out. “Come on, come on.” The boy will not last long she calculates, especially against that man. But maybe it’s enough time to for her to break out. She looks back at the Silencer and the boy to see how much distraction time she has left, but is surprised when the Silencer is just standing still as the boy gnaws his leg off.

“Despicable.” The leader says as he raises his hand in front of his lips, extending only his index and little finger up. “Hush” With only just one word, the Succubus felt her magical charm become bind by a mysterious rope. It’s as if her charming spells have clogged up inside her and whatever she does she can’t push it out. She looks back at the boy and sees that he has become unconscious. Did this man really stopped her charm just like that? The Succubus starts to panic, without her charm, she’s truly nothing more but a prey to a hunter.

Unless...no. I can’t. She says to herself, I can’t even know how? In this rain? How? She mutters to herself as the Silencer walks closers towards him as he unsheathe his sword.

“We were not allowed to use our basic Silencer skills for this test.” The leader starts talking as he marches towards the panicking Succubus. “But in your case, I think it’s necessary just to keep you on even grounds with the rest.” He raises his sword at eye level towards her. “Again, I apologize for this. Please do not take it personally.” How? How? The Succubus panics as she frantically looks for a way out? Without her charm, she won’t be able to do anything! Even if she can break the chain, having her hand clasp like this would surely get her killed. ”Gora! Kamah!” Suddenly a young voice shouts behind the leader. The Succubus looked in front and sees the young boy darting straight towards him. This time, instead of his arm having a canine head, his legs are enveloped by some translucent wolf legs pushing him forward.

“Shit!” Instinctively, the leader steps away from the Succubus and distance himself. Giving the boy enough space to get in between the Silencer and the Succubus.

Wait? I thought my charm effect is hushed right now? The Succubus wonders. There’s no way the charm is still going. What’s going on?

“Go!” The young boy tells her. “The chain is about to break, I might not know much about your kind, but a Succubus like you could probably tear off the remaining lock with your strength.” He adds.

He looks back at her, his pure blue eyes unblemished by any of her pinkish charm effects. The Succubus is stunned. This boy is truly doing this out of his good will.

“You know,” The boy continues to talk, “I was going to stop him get closer to you whether you’ve charmed me or not.” He confesses with a childish grin.

“B-but why?” The Succubus is dumbfounded. All of her life she has taken and manipulated everyone to get what she wants, and all those who escaped her grasp has tried or at least swore vengeance for her crimes. But this boy not only was able to escape her charms, but even after the fact he continued to protect her still.

“You are truly naive. All of this for a pretty face.” She spits at his good will with venom, but after saying it the Succubus felt a tiny bit of guilt from doing so. The young boy laughs, “Perhaps, my brothers have called me too kind for the throne anyways.” So he is royalty, the Succubus thinks. “That’s why I’m here, discarded as a useless pawn.” His voice narrows as his eyes focused at the leader in front of him. ”How touching.” The leader slowly walks forward, blade at hand. “But I must say as surprising as you are with your magic, I don’t think that is enough to stop me one-on-one.” ”I know.” The young boy’s hand starts to manifest the head of a wolf once again. “But it’s probably enough to get her out of here.”

Again this boy! The Succubus doesn’t know how to feel about him. Should she be happy that someone is actually protecting her by their own will, or be irritated by his act of wanton naivete.

But, regardless even if she escapes, the leader would just chase her down like a dog as long as he can keep her hushed. She has to fight, along with the boy if she has to. It’s the only way to truly be free.

“Umm.” The young boy finally notices the Succubus staying in her place and staring at the leader. “You can leave out now any time. Please don’t waste my speech.” He tries to squeeze in a joke during their tight situation. ”It seems like I got infected by your stupidity.” The Succubus slowly stands up, and faces the leader. Though her chains are meant to restrict her full demonic prowess, it’s not, however, able to stop her innate magic. “Hells below please let this work.” It’s been decades since she last used her own magic, but as she focuses on herself, she can feel the well of mana pooling inside her, excited to be finally used.

“Finally.” The leader rushes forward with lightning fast reflexes as he noticed the Succubus focusing on her magic. The young boy tries to stop him on his tracks, but the leader simply side-stepped away from him and went straight for the Succubus.

“Go!” The Succubus raises her clasp hands together, carrying the magic she has prepared. She can feel the immediate deterioration of mana caused by the silver rain affecting her magic, but she pushes through regardless as she magically manifest a five inch thick ceramic wall between her and the leader. The wall is massive, towering about eight foot high and as dense as marble. The leader got pushed away as the wall blocked both vision and space to reach the Succubus. ”How?” This time the leader the who shows confusion, they are under a Psy Rain right? How is this mage able to cast such a well-formed magic under these conditions. His mind chases for an answer as he tries to solve the problem in front of him.

At the cost of forgetting the problem behind him.

“Gora!” Without hesitation, the boy immediately ripped out his throat with his canine arm. “Sorry as well.” The boy’s voice whispers through the leader’s ear as he gurgles blood to his death. After a few moments, the leader lies motionless on ground with his exposed throat flowing red.

The young boy takes one look at his kill then immediately moves away, not wanting to see more. Instead he redirects his focus towards the wall in front of him. It is crude, it’s surface clearly falling apart after a few moments, but its foundation is truly solid, almost as close to an actual fortified wall. He slowly walks behind and sees the Succubus still behind it, hands both raised and eyes wide open.

“Is it over?” She asks. slowly shifting her head towards the boy.

“Yes.” He nods, “For now. I don’t know how much time we have before his companions arrive for us. So we should hurry.”

Suddenly alarmed by their present predicament, the Succubus shakes her shock and starts pulling away from her imprisonment. With her strength, and some assistance with the boy, the two are able to break the chain apart, freeing her from captive position. Though she is still manacled, this has to do it for now.

“Come on let’s go!” The young boy pushes her forwards, towards the buildings scaling up near the central hill. “Freddie is probably sick and tired waiting for us after giving me distraction to get closer to you.” The Succubus remembers the fireball attacks from a while ago. So they planned this all from the beginning? ”Hey.” The Succubus utters a word. She can feel the magic once hushed awhile ago slowly returning to her, but the shock of information about all that just happened is still in the processing phase. “Do you have a name?” She asks the name of her savior. ”Me? You can just call me Tavian.” Tavian answers back while running in front of her. “And you?”

“My name is Sharra.” Sharra still cannot believe she was saved by a young boy, especially after she just tried to use him as cover. She gave him a mischievous smile. “You’ll probably regret saving my ass.” But instead of being worried, Tavian answers with a pure smile of confidence. “We’ll see. But I have a feeling I won’t.”