Magane Chikujoin, mischievous high schooler, flipped through the pages of a large book. She tilted the object and her face to see pictures of nude men and women in different angles. When a long piece of her violet hair got in the way, she blew it away from the page.

"Wow, I never realized how much they loved this girl-on-girl action." She snickered when she found the image of a boy on all fours. He appeared worried by the approach of a woman wearing a strap-on. "Ooh, he's about to get the business. It sure is different from the futa stuff I found in that Kinky Garden edition. What do you think, sir?"

Magane looked at an old man in vendor clothing lie his head on the surface of a table filled with books. Blood poured from his eye stabbed by a pen.

The lone teen shrugged. She glanced around to see hardly anybody cared, the three people wandering around this part of the mall. Earlier, Magane happened upon this hentai comic stand when she was out for her morning stroll. She was in need of inspiration for how she would torture her fellow Created, super-powered beings manifested from fictional works.

"Sir, it's rude to keep a young lady waiting for an answer." The playful Magane stuck out her tongue as she placed several of the naughty books into a plastic bag. "But I'll forgive you if you let me have several of these for free." The student swiped more before she skipped away. She managed to get far before a scream filled the air. Someone had finally noticed the murder of a hentai publisher (imagine reading about this in a newspaper).

Magane giggled at the thought of her handiwork. An hour later, she perched onto a white table near a cafe. She already ordered food with the money she 'borrowed' from her victim and absent-minded strangers.

During the wait, the young murderess scanned the many images of her smut comic. The amazing art and kinky setting filled her with great arousal.

"My, my, this world's idea of a good time is definitely more advanced than mine." The high schooler slid a hand down her neck. She purred, "Or maybe this is a sign of decadence. Wishing a girl having a dick to fuck another is so unreal, something only science fiction or magic can achieve."

Magane's eyes rose up. She snapped her fingers with a smile. "Bingo, I just gave myself an idea!" She referred to a raunchy theory. Thoughts of its benefits made a sliver of drool run down one corner of her mouth.

"E-excuse me."

"Ya-hes?" The 'cute' student glanced up to see a waitress. She leered at the woman's white and black Victorian maid outfit. "Can I help you, Nomoe?"

The waitress reeled back. Magane pointed at her chest. "You have a tag there. Is it that awkward for me to say such a cute name?"

"N-no, but thank you for the compliment." The nervous waitress raised a notepad. "I'm only here to take your order. Is there anything you would like?"

Magane almost frowned; a different person already took care of her. In need of fun for this screw-up, she hummed, "I'll have you with a side of creamy milk." She rose off her seat to close in on her Victorian server. With a sultry tone, she whispered, "That's how I like my women. How about you?"

The waitress veered her eyes away. "W-well, I do not swing in that way of interest. Sorry, you should look for a girlfriend elsewhere."

"Fair enough, I'm not one to force myself upon anybody." Magane stood up. She swung her bottom in circles to let her skirt flow along. She grinned when she noticed eyes peep to catch a glimpse of her curvy ass.

Eager to test her new theory, Magane said, "But I would like to ask a question around that corner. If you answer it, I'll give you twenty-thousand yen."

The waitress blinked. Her face crumpled from disbelief. "Look, I just work here. If you're going to order, do it now, but don't waste my time with bullshit."

"While pranks are my game, I shit you not." Magane fished a black wallet out of her chest, from her bra (such a classy chick). "Just one question with me, around that corner over there. I'm not asking you to kiss me in a dark alley, just over there, one question, then comes the money that's worth more than two days' worth of salary. It's probably more than that if you're working on that pitiful payroll the government likes to call 'minimum.' Come on, what do you say?"

Nomoe tapped her foot. Magane didn't wait; she grabbed the server's wrist and led her away. The student used her inhuman strength to drag the waitress around the corner, into a space where little can see them.

Minutes later, the waitress ran out of the hiding spot, screaming. Magane peeked around the edge and waved her wallet. "Nomoe, don't you want to get paid?"

When the waitress kept running, Magane shrugged. She ignored the bystanders as she walked down the other way. A new weight between her legs stirred something warm inside.

"Ooh, it feels like I'm about to become a character of a smut story." The student looked up in a certain direction. "And the title fits me, a mistress. But in order to be one, I need to get an obedient bitch. Who would work, who would be so weak to become mine over time?"

Magane remembered a name attached to the sexy body of her ideal candidate. More to herself (and whoever she believed would read these thoughts), she answered, "She'll do. It's a bit risky, but with my skills and this new weapon, she may be the best choice. Best of all, she thinks she's strong enough to resist me. Hubris is thou weakness, my key to victory!"

"Alright, I came. Now you're going to spill it."

Magane resumed her calm smile even as the end of a sword hovered in front of her face.

The wielder of this blade had long, scarlet hair. She also had a maroon tank top and beige sweatpants, articles of pajamas.

"Oh Selesia, you need to choose your words carefully." Magane tapped the flat side of the warrior's weapon with her tongue. "Those words sound mighty naughty in a different way. It even matches the look you have, like someone who rushed out of bed to see my beautiful mug."

"It's hard not to when you also claim to have information on the enemy faction." Selesia, the gorgeous redhead, glowered. "Now here's my chance to catch you and gain an advantage. I don't have all day, so start talking."

Magane suppressed her delight. She knew the visitor would come to this plain hotel room in an attempt to catch her elusive ass. She even deducted that Selesia would come alone, leave her friends behind, the first step of her plan.

"Okay, but can you do me a favor and disarm yourself?" The schoolgirl feigned fear with a nervous smile. She bore in mind the bed that was behind her. "Even better, just resist attacking me for the rest of our lovely get-together."

"No way, I won't hold anything back if you try to pull off a scheme."

"A lie about a lie."

Magane snapped the fingers she hid behind her back. Selesia didn't seem to care as much as the sword that fell out of her hand.

"What the hell?" The warrior reached for her weapon. Her fingers shook when they brushed the handle. "I-I can't pick it up. Damn it, it's that ability of yours!"

"What ability?" The cheerful Magane shrugged. "I thought you were being a darling by listening to my request. It's sweet of you to do so, by the way."

The lying witch went forward to kiss the woman's cheek. She gushed, "I can't help it anymore. I really asked only you to come because I'm a huge fan! It's always my dream to hook up with a beautiful diva like yourself!"

Selesia blinked before her face grew in disgust. "So this is a love confession?"

"Bingo!" Magane grabbed the warrior's hands with her own pair. "But can you feel it? Does your heart go 'doki doki' when you see me?"

"N-no! I don't-."

Fingers snapped, the start of the second spell. Selesia's eyes widened before they dropped. She turned her face, a blushing front, away from the student's. "I-I'm not into girls like that."

"Is that because being straight is in your backstory?" Magane rounded the warrior's body. "But we're in the real world now. Why can't you experiment with the unusual, let me touch you just to see if you prefer mwa over men?"

Selesia shook her head. "Now you sound like a pervert. Don't touch me."

"That sounds like a lie in a lie." Magane wrapped arms around her victim. She clasped her fingers around Selesia's breasts. "But you're always welcome to stop me. In the meantime, I'll go ahead and dig in. Itadakimasu!"

The witch kissed the warrior's neck. Her hands circled around to fondle the large breasts. Selesia shook, yet she did not retaliate, could not because of the new magic. The young spell caster giggled as her hand slid through the edge of her victim's waistband.

"St-stop it." The warrior squirmed in the hold. Magane held on as her fingers rubbed against the lips of a wet vagina. Her other hand also went under the tank top to find and rub a nipple, give it a rough twerk.

After some lovely foreplay, the witch pushed her victim. She followed to force the warrior onto the bed. On her knees, Magane pinned the other down by the arms with her hands. Her knee rubbed against Selesia's crotch. "You didn't reject me. Does this mean my heart has made it to yours? Are we soul mates now?"

"Don't fuck with me! This is your fault!" Despite her outburst, Selesia panted from arousal. "You bitch, let me go! I don't want this!"

"Oh no, that's another lie in a lie." Magane watched her victim's body quiver. She slid a finger back inside the sweatpants to scoop up a stream of liquid. She raised the digits to present them to the warrior. "Stop acting like a shut-in and be honest with yourself. We live in a world where readers would kill to read a lezzy fanfic. Crossovers like yours and mine are such a rage on the internet, like how those Americans gush over their Marvel and DC showgirls."

"But this doesn't feel right." Confusion shrouded Selesia's face. "None of these feelings should be mine."

Magane bent down. When her lips met the warrior's, she hummed for additional stimulation. The witch pushed her tongue in while her hands pulled up the tank top until Selesia's bra came into view.

"You'll learn to like it." The dominant spell caster reached around her lover's body to unclasp the bra strap. She pulled off the undergarment before yanking on the pants and panties. Magane sneered when she saw a small, red carpet above the vagina. "It looks like someone also needs a makeover."

The witch pushed the tank top to wrap it around Selesia's head. She then kissed down the body, the tip of the titties and abs. After her mouth brushed the pubic hairs, she licked the lips of her victim's vagina. "But dear me, you have some sort of fragrance down here. Did you want someone to go down on you?"

"Shut up and let me out of this!"

Magane buried her face into the snatch. Her tongue flicked in and out of the fleshy piss hole. She gripped the waist to keep the squirming body still. Selesia's protests had little effect, not when the woman had yet to get out of the cloth still wrapped around her face like a misaligned turban.

"Yum, yum, it tastes like I'm about to reach the center of this pop." The witch reeled back after liquid splashed into her mouth. She licked the fluids off of her face. "Yahoo, you really are getting into this."

Selesia's body went up and down with her breaths. The warrior's silence defined her spite and ejaculation experience. Knowing this, delight rose in Magane's chest. She dipped her arm down the edge of the bed to fish out a red collar.

Quickly, the witch crawled up to pull down the tank top. This action freed Selesia's red, sweaty face.

"Oh, my little heroine, are you still scared that you're liking this yuri roleplay?" Magane clicked the accessory around her lover's neck. She yanked on it to lift the warrior's head until their foreheads touched together. Her golden pair of snake eyes stared into exhausted blue ones, tainting their purity with its sickly essence.

"You don't seem to know yourself so well. The same goes for me, not since I used my gimmick to make someone help me sprout a new part of my identity."

As she talked, the young witch pushed her skirt down to free a surprise.

"Now Selesia, make sure you know how to answer this little question." Magane placed her mouth near the warrior's ear as a rod dangled from her waist. "Would you rather make icky love with another female? Or is it better to feel like a woman being taken by the one thing that defines the difference between the genders?"

"Wow, never knew you're so pitiful in a solo fight, Miss Meteora."

Magane cracked her neck and yawned. She didn't mind that the mentioned mage - the Seeker of a Thousand Miles - had her head driven into the ground by a gloved hand. This robed, silver-haired woman didn't give the witch attention as her cheek rubbed against pebbles and dirt.

"Selesia, Selesia, why did you betray us?!" The mage look up into the solid stare of her former ally, a woman dressed in crimson battle clothes. "What happened? Is Magane controlling you?"

"Well, it's not exactly that sort of influence." Magane glanced up at the orange, evening sky. She enjoyed the smell of putrid fumes coming from the trains standing on top of railroad tracks. "I 'charmed' her as we got to know each other in the past, two weeks. Now we're a couple who goes out to do lovey dovey stuff together."

The teenage witch skipped over to the duo. She kicked dirt into Meteora's face. As the mage coughed, Magane bent her knees to take a closer look at the silver-haired Seeker. "But my Selesia here missed her friends. As her lovely soulmate, I wanted to make her happy, so I decided to start a harem. Doesn't that sound great?"

Meteora forced her head to turn around, scratch her skin against the floor. When her eyes met Selesia's, she grunted, "Please, you can't do this. Whatever hold she has over you, fight it. You can't trust her."

Magane slapped the mage's cheek. "If you have something to say about me, I'm right here." The witch clapped her palms against the face, beat on it like a drum. When she finished, Meteora's head shook from the pain showing as the red marks on her skin. "And like I said, she's not under mind control or anything. Think of it as love, isn't that right, darling?"

"Y-yes mistress." Selesia portrayed a submissive smile. "I can't deny my love for you."

"Mistress? What did you do to her?" Meteora yelped after the warrior crawled around to push down on the mage's shoulders, to pin her to the ground. "She sounds more enslaved than enamored."

"Kind of the same thing to me, considering what I would know about the human psyche." Magane stood up. She undid her skirt, thrilled to reveal her little surprise. "Like metal, minds are malleable. With the right tempering, they can make the greatest nobles turn into weak-willed servants. And when it comes to romantic ensnarement, I would have to take an erratic approach, involve one of the most crucial tools given by Mother Nature to a select gender."

As her skirt fell, Meteora's eyes rose in horror. Magane chuckled and crossed her arms. She allowed the mage to see a flaccid dick dangle about from the area between her legs.

"H-how?"

"I got it thanks to a lovely waitress of England named Nomoe." The witch placed hands on her cheeks like a maiden in love. "She was such a cutie pie, but nothing like my Selesia here. She and I were inseparable for a long time in bed, kissing and humping each other like desperate teenagers. Isn't that right, darling?"

The warrior nodded her head the same way dogs did. Meteora gave her former ally a stare reserved for those mentally insane. The witch somewhat agreed; she used her ability to overload Selesia's mind with pleasure. Her commands and lies (literal mind fucks) eventually degraded the once noble heroine into a bitch desperate for the love of her mistress.

"And since I am now on a goal to create a harem, it's time for me to use those same methods on you." Magane licked her lips. She relished the fear on Meteora's face, the struggle the mage commenced to get out of her servant's grasp. This sight aroused her, caused the penis to slowly rise into a full erection.

"So my Smartass Meteora, will you cum the moment I put this into you?"

The mage bit her lips. Magane frowned and whined, "Aww, don't do that. Selesia got a kick out of our lovemaking when she responded to my sweet nothings. Oh well, now we're gonna have to do this the old-fashioned way."

The witch snapped her fingers. Her servant began to rip off Meteora's clothes. The mage grunted as she fought to stop this forced stripping.

"Come now, dear Seeker." The ecstatic Magane yanked the mage's boots off the slender legs. "Aren't you at least curious to see if you would enjoy this experience?"

Meteora continued to wrestle without words. Yet, she could not stop the warrior from tearing off her front. Selesia made a grab for the mage's small breasts, to rub and squeeze them.

Horny, Magane stroked her cock's seven-inch length. When Selesia began to kiss all over the captive's gorgeous face, the witch lowered onto her knees.

"Selesia, please stop." Meteora presented pleading eyes to the traitor. "Our friends, they're worried sick about you. That's why I hurried out here after receiving that message, to help you. If you stop this, we can go back to them now."

"But I don't want to." Selesia became sad as she yanked on the mage's titty tips. "None of them came for me when the Mistress did uncomfortable things to me. When I hoped you would find me, nobody was there. Mistress only continued to make love until I started to like it."

The warrior pecked Meteora's lips. "But I still missed you. And when the Mistress said we can be together, I want it to happen, have all of us feel good together with her guidance."

The captive grimaced. Magane simply watched with joy, so pleased with the fruit of her successful indoctrinating.

"Alright, now that we all understand the process, let's get this underway!"

Magane pushed the slim legs apart. She gripped the ankles as Selesia reached over to tear off white panties, to reveal the lips of a peach-colored vagina.

"Wait, please, don't put it in."

"Begging's unlike your character, my dear smartass."Magane grabbed her penis to tap its head against the fleshy lips. Meteora jerked around from the contact. "But keep going. I'll give you one second to change my mind. Oh, and do me a favor, address me by my titular title, the same name Little Selesia here called me just a while ago."

Meteora leered at the witch. Her mouth opened and closed; her inner turmoil prolonged the suspense for the wait on her answer.

"M-mistress Chikujoin, I'm a-."

Magane speared her dick into the pussy. Her victim's eyes snapped wide. Her face had a look of horror; her voice let out a strained gasp.

"What the hell? Are you a virgin?" The witch blinked when blood trickled down her dick. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, so that's why you wanted to stop me. I'm so sorry, you should have just said it instead of wasting that second on calling me mistress."

The dickgirl pulled her waist back. She shot it back forward to break through the hymen, insert most of its length inside the broken pussy. Meteora shrieked from the pain of a mishandled virgin.

"Oh well, it always gets better over time." Magane cackled. She ignored the mage's cries and tears as her cock pumped in and out of the wet hole. "Come on, don't act like this is your first time, even if it is. Don't you think you would cum soon from this?"

"N-no," Meteora grunted. Her body rocked with the witch's. Her hands gripped Selesia's tight to relieve all the pain she could. "I can't cum. It hurts so much."

"That sounds like a lie in a lie." Magane stuck out her tongue as the mage gasped. She felt the warm vaginal walls squeeze around her cock with a squish. "See? Come on, push through the pain. You'll learn to love it like my dear Selesia did."

The porked mage winced and squealed from each cock thrust to her uterus. Her shaking intensified with each orgasm. The fucking continued while the unattended warrior pulled off her pants.

"M-may I join, mistress?"

"Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to ignore you, just got a bit too excited." Magane wiggled a finger in her direction. Selesia followed to hover her pussy above Meteora's cum-inspired face. "I can't leave my darling out of the fun. Miss Smartass, since you're the latest harem addition, you need to learn all of your superior's kinks."

The subservient warrior grinned. "Does that mean I'm her mistress?"

"Selesia, you can call her whatever you want." Magane pecked her lover's lips. "That's how the hierarchy is going to work from now on. But for smartass here, I think I'll keep her at the bottom for however long possible."

Selesia cheered before she smooched her mistress. Both women made out, traded spit and tongues, before the redhead dropped her pussy onto Meteora's face. The mage choked as the vagina covered her face. She tried to push on the buttocks to get it off until the inside cock rammed a sensitive area.

"Oh my, looks like I found gold!" Magane drove her cock into the same spot. The mage screamed before her body vibrated out of control. Her eyes and mouth stretched the widest they could go.

"Amazing," the witch whistled. "You have such a slutty reaction. Ooh, and I'm also getting close. Selesia, do you think I should cum inside her?"

The warrior shook her head with sorrow. "No, I want to have your child first. I was your first lover. It's not fair if she gets pregnant before me!"

"True, plus, having a brat with this bookworm doesn't really seem all that exciting."

Magane pulled out of the pussy. She smiled to the hole gaping and drooling, a result of the sex. "Selesia, open her mouth. If anything, she needs to at least learn how to be a proper cum toilet."

The redheaded servant pulled on Meteora's lips with her fingers. The mage choked, tried to bite down on the yanking digits. Selesia growled, "She said to open, so do it!" before she punched her former friend in the stomach.

When Meteora yelped in pain, Magane zipped forward. Her hands leaned on Selesia's shoulders before her cock rammed into the open mouth. As the mage choked from the stuffing, the witch held the head and snickered, "Good work, dear. Miss Smartass, get ready to drink!"

Cum squirted out of the dick. Magane sighed in relief with tongue out. She pulled the mage's head closer to her crotch, forced most of her dick down her throat. Her mind became enraptured with pleasure created by her ejaculation and Meteora's muffled cries.

When she finished, the witch pulled back. "Selesia, why don't you show your friend how we share in this relationship."

The warrior nodded before she kissed her captor. Eager, she forced her tongue inside the other's mouth to lick in globs of cum. After a huge suckle, Selesia pulled back. The kissers panted from the intense makeout session.

"Moe, that is so unfair!" Magane flung her hands around like a brat. "You need to save those kind of kisses for me!"

Selesia gasped and looked at her mistress with apology. "N-no, that was to drink your cum! I can't love her more than y-."

Magane smooched the tip of the warrior's lips. "Just kidding," she teased. The witch planted kisses down her servant's neck. "I'm the one who taught you how to kiss like that. If anybody's going to do better, it's the master."

The bona fide mistress glanced down at the panting Meteora. "Now that you know how we go lovey dovey, would you like to join our harem?"

"Never." The spiteful mage crawled away. Magane didn't worry because the Seeker couldn't fend off her and Selesia if this was an escape effort (she was their hostage bitch). "She also remembered about the other, hidden asset.

"Are you sure? I never did tell you about the identity of another member." Magane picked up her skirt to put it back on. She looked at a surprised Selesia. "Don't worry. It's a guy. I'm mostly after girls. We talked about me picking him up before, don't you remember?"

The warrior didn't drop her show of confusion. Magane figured since she shared the news during one of the days she made the heroine experience mind-blowing orgasms. A stream of 'tee-hees' escaped her lips as she skipped towards an old, detached train cart.

"Okay, is everyone ready for our third member?" The witch spun on her heel like a ballerina dancer. She then leaped to kick the cart's steel handle. The strike forced the door to slide sideways until it reached the end with a bang. Red flakes broke off the old container to rain around the scene. With glee, Magane watched everyone's shocked expressions.

"S-sota?!"

"That's right!" Magane jumped into the train. She sat next to a young male. In a dirty, blue school uniform, the prisoner muffled through the pink underwear stuffed into his mouth. Ropes wrapped around his body, a hogtied kidnapped.

Selesia blinked before she aimed a finger at the underwear gag. "Oh, that's where mine went. Is it clean?"

"Naw, our new washing machine is doing that for us." Magane dragged the mentioned garment out of the male's mouth. He breathed deep before he coughed in a violent manner. The witch examined the wet, makeshift gag before she sniffed it. "He'll need some work. I can still smell last night's funk in this thing."

The witch kicked off her shoe to stomp on Sota's face with her sock-covered foot. "Smell it? This is what happens when you can't wash it right. You deal with the consequences."

Meteora rose with renewed strength. This ended after Selesia struck her face with a palm. The single blow forced the half-naked mage to collapse on her back, show her torn clothes to the train car residents.

"No! Don't hurt her!" Sota tried to twist from Magane's foot. He crawled on his knees until the violet mistress swiped a kick into his forehead. The stricken male bounced off the wall before he landed on the hard floor.

"Aww, that's cute," Magane snickered. She gripped a handful of Sota's brown hair. She pulled up the face to lick his cheek. "Worried about your fellow loser? Nice, you two should become a couple. Of course, your love can never rival mine and Selesia's."

The witch aimed her golden snake eyes at the fallen mage. "So, do you understand the situation? It's no fun to kill him on the spot, but misbehaving in this harem could change my mood on that issue."

Meteora glanced at Selesia before Sota. Magane did the same to see her prisoner's pleading eyes, a brave front that almost convinced her he was willing to sacrifice himself rather than become blackmail.

But she counted less on his will, more on the Seeker's kind nature. So when Meteora bowed her head in defeat, Magane cackled with maniacal joy.

"Alright, two new members join us in a single night." The witch hopped onto her feet. She twirled before stopping on a heel to make a flashy pose, the mark of another checkpoint in her campaign for domination. "But the next act is going to get tricky. Fear not, with Meteora's smarts, I can definitely confirm a strategy that will surely reel in the next, major member with grace and power!"

Mistress Magane sat on a bench. Under the light of a high lamppost, she waited in this park. The cool, night sky and stone paths defined this evening's tranquility. The setting became ruined by the beat of strong wings followed by winds blowing against the witch's violet hair.

"So it's you, heartless wench."

The lone mistress glanced up to see a pegasus land near her seat. Its rider, an armored woman, hopped off of its back to make a heavy landing. Her long locks of golden hair stood out in this dark area.

Magane eyed the iron woman's menacing armor and lance. Neither features scared her. They only heightened the lust she felt for the woman strong enough to bear this image of a killer knight.

"Yeppers, it's me!" The witch hopped onto her feet. She smiled at her guest, Alicetelia, a noble hero born from the dark setting of a different fantasy world. "So are you interested? Please tell me you'd like to team up with me."

"I'm not entirely sure." Alicetelia tightened the hand gripping her lance. "At first, it struck me odd to know you sent that image of Mamika when she died. How could you have come upon it in the first place?"

Magane snatched her phone from pocket, twirled it in her fingers like a toy. "I've been looking here and there. A little ruckus attracted my attention to the moment when she was killed by your so-called leader."

The knight raised a photo of a pink-haired girl stabbed by three, gray swords. Fury glazed her eyes as creases crossed her face. "So when you were lurking about like a snake, you saw this happen and took a picture? If you were there, why didn't you help her?!"

"Whoa, whoa, did you think I wanted to take on that blue-haired dictator?" Magane raised her hands, did her best to feign innocence. "Come on, it's why I wanted to meet, negotiate. If she's that crazy enough to kill your friend, now may as well be a better time to move onto a new side."

Alicetelia slammed the end of her spear into the ground. "Quiet! This couldn't have happened! You're lying about all of this!"

"Really? I can't prove the truth or false, so I'll ask you this. When was the last time you saw your cute squeeze flying about, making all things cute in the world?"

The knight became silent. Her moving, unfocused eyes amused Magane. The witch delighted more from the lie she told more than her invited guest could ever realize.

"Enough! I cannot trust you at all!" Alicetelia swung her lance around until its tip pointed at the witch. "You're all lies. Mamika, she can't…she couldn't have perished. You will take me to her or face my wrath!"

Magane sighed. The next phase of her plan found a bump, called upon the need for a violent alternative.

"Dear me, it looks like you want to blow off some steam." The young witch poked each cheek with a finger. "But you're so strong, you could break me. Why don't we make this a fair fight?"

A flare exploded in the sky. The present women watched a fireball fall onto the space between them. As Alicetelia blocked the flames with her shield arm, Magane hopped backwards to get some distance.

On the scorched ground, from the flare, Selesia rose up before she swung her sword to clear away the burning red. She readied a battle stance, glaring at the knight. "Fight me if you want, but don't you dare hurt the mistress!"

"Mistress?" Alicetelia glanced past the warrior to look at the witch. "Is she on your side?"

"Not only that, we're a couple, right Selesia?"

The servant lowered her eyes as a blush crept into her cheeks. "Y-yeah, we are."

Magane placed her hands together with fingers making the shape of a heart. "And we've been making our own group since. So many members joined my side. Here's the new addition I want to show off since I got her!"

The witch raised her hand in the air above her head. With a loud snap, she proclaimed, "Rise, my General Hangaku!"

A purple cloud whirled into the space near Magane's head. It took shape into a large woman dressed in the ancient, Japanese armor. In her hand, she held a large spear, a naginata. The malevolent spirit released a shrill cry before she floated in front of her summoner.

Alicetelia stomped back and raised her shield. "What is this? Why do you have that man's companion?"

"Whoops, sorry. This chapter's about to end, so there's not enough time for me to dip into that detail." Magane beamed. In a fancy pose, she aimed her fingers at the single knight. "But it looks like we're about to start an off-page brawl. If you can beat two of my lovelies here, then I'll go the extra mile and show you the truth about Mamika."

Flames sprouted from Selesia's body. Hangaku raised her empty hand to hold an orb of dark energy above her palm. The sight of this fighting duo did not scare Alicetelia in the slightest.

"Very well then." Purple lightning jumped from the knight's hand. "But know I am not responsible for the outcome of this fight. If you die in the midst of combat, that is your fault alone."

"Same to you!" Magane began to form a plan that involved her spells cast from the back of her allies - meat shields. "If you're done adding words to this story, let's get started. Go ahead and commence the first move, my Awesome Alicetelia."

A/N: So this will be a mini-series. I'll try to work on the next chapter asap. Till then, hope you enjoyed reading. Feel free to read other stories in my profile to pass the time until the next one.