8:31 in the morning of December 30, 2019. The day of his last great work of the year and the decade, which meant that among his siblings he was more reliable.
Ethan looked up once more to check the clock even though he was mentally counting second to second, thousandth to thousandth. The only thing the third son of the Goddess liked less than those who disobeyed the rules were those who were late, and of course her sister Alexa was 1 minute and a half late to his great work.
1 minute and 27 seconds more than he was willing to endure.
The young god sighed, getting up from the bench where he had agreed to meet his sister with his sister, picking up the leash that held the huge coffin that they had to deliver back to the Prince's palace in Monaco (in whom Ethin hoped he could take care of the remains to deliver to the family members). The best coffin that his mother Emilia had been able to choose, a much better one than he thought that such an unpresentable journalist deserved (which Ethan had deliberately decided not to use or remember his name). Valeonor's suspicions to take the initiative and protect Lucy were confirmed as correct hours later, when border robots found a low-caliber pistol loaded and ready for use in the journalist's bag.
And although no one had told him anything about having to mention it that was something that Ethan was not going to let go, something that those responsible for sending to the journalist should answer.
"Sorry, sorry! Sorry I'm late, dear big brother!” Alexa shouted opening the double doors that led to the entrance to the command center.A cloudy and cold morning received the giantessess, and despite the fact that her body was immune to adverse effects that did not prevent a chill running through her entire spine. "I was wishing good luck to Abbie! You should do it too, you know"
"Luck? Why would I want something that will not influence anything in the result to someone that matters to me?” The young god replied impassively, throwing the huge 115-kilo coffin with ease to his sister. Carrying it himself was no problem at all, but as a practical man Ethin considered himself the option that his little sister, 14 years old and 18 feet 7 inches tall, was simply more efficient. Even more considering that it was no bigger than a purse in her hands. hand.
Alexa suppressed a affectionate growl, stretching the tape as much as possible to place it under her bigger shoulder. “You have to realize what is going to happen, okay? Your role today accompanying me is nothing more than intimidation”
"Yikes" The young giantessess blow a raspberry to her older brother, crossing her arms behind the back of her neck. “You know? I don't care if you take me as a personal thug, the mere fact that we are going to know another country is already enough for me! A new heaven, a new people, we may even see technological wonders never seen before!”
"No, no and of course no," Ethin said bluntly. “The sky is the same, we don't care about people aand it is too fancy of you to believe that you will see new technology when those outsiders still have no idea about generating 100% renewable resources. The orders of our parents are clear: Go to Monaco, leave the body to the relevant authorities, ask for compensation or apology for the assault and leave, all in 30 minutes or less, you get it?” Any other of her brothers would have felt something wrong seeing Alexa's expression of disgust and disappointment, Ethin unlike them felt nothing at all.
“In this family we are too responsible. I can't explore, I can't carry any of my little treasures… I want the world to see my engineering and weapons works, to see and fear and admire them as much as I do! What good is it to me to be a giantessess with a cyber-exoskeleton armor armed with the power of a small space combat cruiser if I can't boast about it ?! Do you realize this is castrating me?!” The giantess stopped turning dramatically to see if her brother was watching her, finding instead that Ethin had finished conjuring a space gate using the coordinates that floated on the orders of her mother Emilia. "Like talking to a wall"
"With a wall you could pretend that it's interested in your ceaseless talk, with me you know perfectly that I am ignoring you" Ethin smiled as the door finally reached the consistency necessary to see on the other side, the innocent people who walked in front of the palace that morning frozen on site without knowing what they were seeing. With a blow of the wrist, the young god opened the door big enough for his sister to pass, which meant that people on the other side in Monaco could see her as well.
While Alexa greeted the incredulous and slightly terrified pedestrians with a smile, Ethin took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he crossed the door. The young god's first step was decisive, Ethin making sure that everyone around him notices the vibrations and pressure that his presence (and a few seconds later from his sister) had just brought. Faces of fear, terror and unconsciousness about what was happening, all as he had anticipated.
And also as he had anticipated his sister remained she stayed behind him, studying everything in the square around her like a child in a toy store. His eyes lit up more than usual, the pantone of colors of his irises shining brighter than ever.
Clearing his throat Ethin raised his hand to the sky in a fist, pointing the index at the sky. "Outsiders, you are...-" The young god whispered, making sure that his voice penetrated into the head of everyone present and those inside the palace. “In the presence of Ethin and Alexa, children of the only Goddess who has truly stepped on this world”
"What a presentation ..." His sister whispered still too excited to quarrel, waving a mother and her children to her right. The giantess drew the brightest smile in a long time when she saw that the youngest of the children greeted her innocently, only wondering how big the girl was and how strange her hair and eyes were. Slowly and ignoring his sister once again, Ethin lowered his hand until he pointed directly at the palace. Before Alexa could realize what he was doing and stop him, the young god clicked his outstretched hand releasing a gust of pressure that opened all the doors of the palace and shattered all the windows that overlooked the square with a huge rumble, more similar to thunder than a snap of fingers.
“We come on behalf of Arcadia 7Th, I demand to speak with the representative of this country-”
"Ethin!" His sister shouted trying to get in front to stop him, her first step the ground under her giant feet breaking as if it were the most fragile puff pastry sheets. The giantess growling annoys while concentrating reducing its presence and weight to the minimum possible, each step only leaving slight cracks instead of destroying it. "This is no way to introduce ourselves!"
“And how would you, Alexa? With one of your robots raising a white flag?” Ethin asked without a hint of joke or irony, bending down to pass between his sister's legs. “These people have sent us an armed person, one who was clearly not ready for the responsibility that was demanded of him. They don't deserve our gratitude and good intentions until they've apologized for it”
Dealing with Ethin with orders and “injustices” in the meantime was (at least) frustrating, and although Alexa had offered to keep an eye on him knowing that she was one of the few of his sisters who had taken the measure that did not make it easier. “The first thing is that there are children around us, idiot! It is our duty to protect all the children and innocents we can, neither they nor their parents are the ones who sent that journalist! And you expect them to apologize now? You have destroyed a building that seems relatively expensive!” The giantess screamed rising again in front of her brother, this time both legs closed to stop her advance completely. “We will be logical, okay? Those people deserve-”
And just as the giantess raised an arm to point to the palace the sound of a gust of shots cut the action in the square completely.
The few pedestrians and tourists who were still in the vicinity (their curiosity beating their sense of survival) watched as the giantess had just received a lead storm all over her back, the smoke from the shots that had just hit her body dispersing with the the morning air. Slowly and before the gaze of the soldiers and security forces who had fired in a preventive manner at the movement of the giantess, Alexa stretched carefully, the bullets falling to the ground from the small holes in her shirt and long pants. "You know that I am defending you right now, right?" The giantess asked, raising an eyebrow as she turned her head toward the palace. “Aggg, I liked this shirt! Damn it…” Alexa growled shaking as she inspected the damage, the little black holes in the gunpowder ruining the dolphin pattern on the shirt.
"Do you still think they deserve our best intentions, little sister?" Ethin also asked raising an eyebrow.
“I'm going to turn this problem around in such a way that you owe me a new aquarium shirt, okay? And yes, I still believe it. This is simply the reaction to your action, focused on the giantess because it is easier to shot the bigger target, right guys?!” Alexa shouted furiously, turning to the soldiers as she took the coffin with both hands to present it. "I will ignore this act of gigantophobia too obvious and say that we come in peace, we bring the reconstructed remains of the journalist that you sent us and that tried to attack the one chosen by my mother-"
The security forces began to divide from their positions on high ground and those who began to take positions in front of the main entrance of the building, those without counting those who were arriving in armored vans surrounding the square. Ethin and Alexa kept silent while the soldiers took the last tourists and pedestrians out of the perimeter. "Are you still thinking about it, Lexa?" The young god asked his sister again, who frowned without looking away from the surroundings. Ethin could be many things, many more than Alexa would even think of saying out loud.
Imbecil was one of the few who she didn't find it hard to say out loud, only this time the young giantess goddess decided to save it for herself, the soldiers not being within the group of people who had to listen their family quarrels. "Please, gentlemen ..." Alexa raised her voice imitating her brother, making her words resonate in the minds of everyone around her. “We come in peace, I apologize for the behavior of my older brother. We just want to deliver the journalist's remains and clarify the situation that led us to have to attack him, just that and nothing else! Pinky promise!”
No one answered for a few minutes that for young people were made eternal, waiting and seeing in silence as an especially tall and well-behaved man, one who judged by his different uniform should be a high position. “Je m'appelle Cyril Suchet, lieutenant-colonel du Corps des Sapeurs-Pompiers de Monaco. Je parle et représente le prince devant vous, enfants d'un supposé dieu"
In silence Ethin walked to be side by side with her sister, both looking at each other in silence. "He's speaking French ..." Alexa stated mentally, not wanting to look ridiculous in front of so many people. "Why?"
"As we have used the universal language of Arcadia they must have believed that we could speak their language ..." For someone as serious as Ethin to be whispering and ashamed was something that was not even acceptable to think, much less live it. “If you have a French-Arcadian universal translator, now is the time to take it out”
“Do you want me to take it from my magic pocket? I can take it with my Hopter and the Anywhere Door. Damn it, Ethin! I'm a robotics and weapons engineer, I don't do things like universal translators or carry them on! You are the one who spends the day reading documents about laws from other countries, I hoped you knew French!”
“Why would I know one of the languages r03;r03;that will end up being discarded in favor of the Arcadian? With attending English, Chinese and Spanish classes that if they endure more is more than enough”
Even with brains and minds beyond human limits, Eva's children agree that they inherited from their mother the absolutely null passion for languages, trusting that the planet would end up accepting the ease and versatility of Arcadian, the language that everyone in the MWCommonwealth already attributed to the Earth. Alexa clenched her teeth while leaving the coffin on the floor next to her feet, deciding to take a different perspective to face the situation. "I know you think we are speaking French ...-" The giantess began to explain, expressing herself with her arms in a way that could (and was being) interpreted as a mockery despite her good intentions. “But in reality we are speaking Arcadian, our language that has evolved so that in combination with our abilities it can be understood by speakers of any language… we don't have much idea of r03;r03;French, so if you are so kind, could you speak English? We know it a little better, pleasy please...” The giantess smiled kindly and innocently, taking a few steps forward with her arms open to show she had nothing to hide.
The immediate response to the attempt of the giantess to approach was 2 shots to her head and specifically her right eye, courtesy of one of the most rookie law enforcement officers who had left to defend the palace. "And now? Are you still thinking about it?” Ethin asked once more while Alexa shrugged on her knees gripping her eye with both hands.
But while the soldiers hoped that it would have been a direct impact that caused substantial damage, the reality is that the giantess took off the bullets as if they were legañas. “Do you know? I can understand that you are scared of us!” The giantess said as she regained her composure, rising completely with her hands on her hips. “But if you want peaceful answers you should offer that same pacifist intention! You are lucky that we are virtually immortal and indestructible, because those shots would have killed anyone else!” The mention of their qualities by the giant caused a collective gasp among the soldiers, who tried to understand that having been shot in the middle of the pupil there would not be a wound notch in Alexa.
The commander who had spoken before whispered something to his nearest officer, waiting for his man to nod his head to take a few steps forward. "Put your hands behind your head and kneel, those low-caliber shots may have done nothing to you but I can assure you that we have positions taken with weapons that will undoubtedly be more effective."
Ethin took a deep breath before even responding to total boldness, and before he had the chance, his sister (to his surprise) broke out with a rage he had never seen before in the maniacal of robots and weapons. “KNEE UP?! What part of peace do you seem to understand, you big idiot?!” The giantess screamed with all her might, her voice heard throughout the city and the surrounding lands. Alexa was completely runaway, not even realizing that she was growing even bigger in size and presence. “I COME WITH ALL MY GOOD WILL TO RETURN THE REMAINS AND ASK WHY YOU DECIDED TO SEND A JOURNALIST WITH A FIREARM LOADED TO THE INTERVIEW WITH MY MOTHER, BUT NOT! THAT WAS TOO MUCH COMPLEX FOR YOU, DAMN BASTARD MONKEYS WITH GREAT ASPIRATIONS!” The giantess stepped forward when she reached 40 feet tall, her foot longer than most of the soldiers were high shattered the ground with the force of an explosive, the pieces of marble flying through the air in all directions while Soldiers' bullets flew towards Alexa and Ethin.
The older brother decided to let his sister release her frustrations, picking up the coffin before following in her footsteps. Alexa stopped just in front of the line of soldiers, who tried not to shake too much in front of her following the example of her general (something really difficult considering that they were only slightly higher than the heels of the young giantess). “Do you know? One of our abilities is to know at the moment the state of our bodies and that of the people close to you. The strongest of those here can lift 70 kilos of weight, do you think that will be enough against MY FUCKING 36 TONS OF WEIGHT?!”
The mere threat was enough to unleash two actions: that of fleeing in all the soldiers at his feet except Cyril and that of firing by those he had ordered to take elevated positions. The new wave of shrapnel of greater caliber was joined by shocking grenades and, to the surprise of Ethin and above all Alexa, a missile that hit directly on the side of his skull.
The giantess remained impassive throughout the shooting, her eyes full of fury pinned to the general at her feet. The explosion only managed to slightly disheve it, not a scratch or burn mark on its perfect skin. "Rude" The giantess proclaimed as she raised her arm in the direction from where the missile had come, with a snap of fingers the soldier even with the missile launcher appeared on her palm. Only this managed to break the temper of Cyril, who drew his gun to see how the giantess wrapped the soldier in his fist. "Are you begging, rude little man?" Alexa asked a few seconds later, giving up trying to make sense of the words between tears and babble of the anonymous soldier. "I'm not asking with irony, I could have learned all your dictionary ... and who I want to deceive, all your history as a country, in this time that we are here but your behavior has not allowed me to waste time learning your future dead language"
""He is begging you, giantess" Cyril muttered in perfect English.
“Mmmmhhhh… I think it's totally logical, I would do it in your situation too! I scare you, huh little rude one?” The giantess asked smiling without caring the least that her words were destroying the self-esteem of the soldier, taking him with both hands and leading him right in front of his huge mouth (making sure to smile showing his teeth as much as possible). "Tell me, if I inspire you so much fear that you urinated in your uniform and my hands, you could do me the favor of explaining why-" Picking it up again in one hand, Alexa pulled with a gentle pull (which was enough for the soldier to dislocate the shoulder and wrist) the missile launcher. The soldier stopped crying and breathing when he saw how only the thumb and index the giantess flattened and folded the missile launcher until it became a rectangle of metal no thicker than the sole of his shoes. “-You shot me with this toy? Do you like to have firecrackers thrown in your face? I can assure you, I don't like it at all.”
“Leave it now! It has been my order, giantess!” Cyril shouted while pointing his gun at Alexa's head even though all the previous tests had shown him that it was no use.
Alexa looked down, still smiling, squatting, making sure to cast all her shadow on him. “Oh, has that been your order, lieutenant-colonel Cyril Suchet? Then should I punish you for all the shots? It would be more fair, right?”
"Do what you want with me, just let it go" Cyril growled without losing eye contact for a second.Alexa stopped smiling when she realized that it was starting to cost her to keep the sadistic vein. Unfortunately, these things were much better for Mist or Mythra than for her. “Big brother, I think it's time for you to intervene, right? You are the one who received the mission, I am only here to intimidate them in the role of your personal thug ... and I think I deserve a good reward for such a good job!”
Ethin nodded pushing the bridge of his glasses with both fingers, his eyes shining with an intense black tone. The young god began to walk slowly towards Cyril, each step unleashing a seismic wave that shook the foundations of everything around. "Lieutenant Cyril, if you answer for your prince, answer: Why did you send a journalist with a loaded firearm to us?"
Cyril stifled a growl, changing his gaze to the young god. "I can't speak for his bosses, but at our meeting We order you to maintain your composure and honor our country in front of your supposed goddess-"
"Do you dare to call our mother supposed goddess?!" The two brothers said at the same time.
“In front of your mother. We have seen the images that other journalist recorded, we have seen his reaction to the election of Lucy Crews and we totally accept the punishment you imposed. Accepted our humblest apologies both for him and for the behavior of my men right now, please.” Cyril bowed his head, bending in a perfect bow of apology. The two brothers watched him silently, alternating between looking at each other and him.
Alexa silently nodded to her older brother, the only sign Ethin needed. "As representatives of Arcadia 7Th and our mother, Goddess Eve, we accept your apology, Cyril Suchet" Cyril looked up, feeling her heart return to normal rhythm, arriving just in time to see how the giantess left next to him the soldier who was holding his shattered left arm as well as I could. "Now, as punishment ..." Ethin began speaking again to Cyril's terrifying surprise.
"For having attacked my sister even though she was the one who wanted everything to happen peacefully: Alexa, that tower"
The giantess looked to her left quickly, distinguishing the smaller tower than herself that her brother was referring to. Quickly recovering the smile Alexa began to walk until she was in front of her, all while Cyril kept begging her to stop. The giantess stood with one foot forward to the other in front of the tower, her body slightly tilted to the right with her right fist tightly closed.
"10 seconds!" Alexa humming as her fist began to glow in a mysterious and slightly scary dark yellow tone. "5 seconds, I hope there is no one left inside!" The giantess repeated her announcement, closing her eyes while the light of her fist was dyed an intense black.
“DO IT, RIGHT NOW!” Ethin shouted making sure the entire city listened to him, adults, the elderly and children alike. Alexa's smile grew as all the faces of the humans at her feet froze, the giantess leap to hit the tower down with her fist. The resulting tremor traveled throughout the city shaking it as if it were a low-intensity earthquake, the fragments of stone flying up to several neighborhoods away (none of them damaging any living being thanks to Alexa's charm) and the cracks traveling and covering everything 100 meters around where the tower used to be. The impact was perfect, completely destroying the tower without the impact damaging or knocking down another part of the palace. Centuries and centuries of history vanished in less than 2 seconds, the crater several meters deep that the punch of the giantess had left still shining with that strange black and yellow glow almost half a minute later. (Shine that as the people of Monaco will discover would never fade again)
“Uff! Goddess, what a pleasure to release a half quarter of my power! It's been too long since the last time!” The giantess humming innocently while waving her right hand like a boxer after a round.
“Good blow, little sister. Not powerful enough considering that you have been shot with a missile but as an exemplary measure it will be more than enough to this people” Ethin congratulated his little sister as she returned to her natural 18 feet 3 inches high, hitting the five between them before redirect himself to the lieutenant crying in front of him. “As I said, you have been very lucky that my sister Alexa was the one who accompanied me today; If there are no robots involved, this girl here is unable to maintain a grudge with anyone. With this I end our relations permanently until further notice, I advise the executive body of the city-state of Monaco not to think for a second or ask to look in the same direction as Arcadia 7Th, good morning” And with that last sentence that Cyril would remember all his life Ethin and Alexa began to walk again towards the center of the square where the space gate had opened again, leaving behind debts valued at several tens of millions of Euros both in physical and psychological damage to all who had witnessed the acts.
08:30 in the morning.
No matter how many days passed, Lucy still did not get used to hearing the sound of the alarm ringing throughout all the room. The beginning of a new day in her new job, the first day finally without being under the firm and muscular wing of Lucius. The old chief of staff had spent three days and almost three nights instructing her with everything necessary to attend to and deal with the Heirs and their Vital companions, creating in the process a mental image of them terrifying:
From not losing the eyes of the Heirs not even a second to avoid letting them into your mind until always control their movement in the corridors to avoid unexpected collisions of a similar magnitude as if a Hammer ran over her. And not just referring to the girls.
The time for action had finally arrived, and on occasion too. Celica's life partner, Abbie, was finally going to receive the "adaptation operation" after 3 years of delay. According to Lucius, Abbie had gone through a great depression and diagnosed terror before finally deciding to have surgery, so the whole family was going to accompany her to the clinic at the island's command base. And for the whole family as the reporter discovered minutes later it included all the vital companions, matriarchs, patriarchs and staff members who decided to go. Apparently the decision applied to her too apparently, since Sirius had even prepared the alarm clock.
A unique opportunity to finally put face to all the people who had been learning with Sirius these days and put into practice all his lessons. An occasion that terrified her at levels that she couldn't believe herself. "8:31 in the morning, Lucy" The old leader of the Staff shouted knocking on her door, the sound of his stomps to the rhythm of the second hand of the clock denoting an impatience, in opinion never expressed vocally by Lucy, perhaps too exaggerated.
“I'm awake, Boss! Just one minute!" She pleaded as she jumped from one side to the other, trying to dress for three different parts of the body at the same time.
“Abbie and Celica are already in the clinic waiting room, so we will meet with the family as soon as you are ready. Let's do a quick review, okay? Adaptive Operation” Sirius didn't ask it as a question, rather as an affirmation. Even so it was enough for Lucy's neurons to get to work.
"The adaptation operation is the process by which a vital partner or important member of the vicinity of the Goddess receives ...-" The reporter bit her lip, try to search her notebook in the maximum possible silence.“Is injected with the blood of the Goddess and the Heir of whom they are Vital companions! The blood of the spinal cord of the Goddess and the Heirs has the unique property of transmitting certain qualities of them to its recipients, including immunity to aging, superhuman resistance and a greater capacity for mental scanning"
"Well read, you are very good at checking your notes" Sirius joked while Lucy finally opened her door, giving the last touches to the arrangements to her new work uniform. (Lucy was not a fan of wearing pants, and yet it was hard for her to admit how well they felt)
Lucy only responded with a growl while Sirius took the liberty of giving her the last touches, this time leaving her perfectly. “A lot of text, a lot of everything! You can't pretend to learn everything in just a few days! I'm sure it took you years to also remember all this!-”
“Obviously, Lucy, but that doesn't mean you should relax and trust that one day you'll be up to it. Now is as important as tomorrow, and now is especially important! While I attend and control the Heirs and Olivia controls the mission of Monaco from her office, you will assist Abbie and Celica in the preoperative” Lucy nodded silently, glad that the old man had put her with the only ones who had at least spoken something (although in the case of Celica it all came from the unfortunate incident). The couple went down the employees' elevator to the hall next to the main hall, where Morgan was waiting for them sitting in his chair to the surprise of the reporter, his expression of annoyance on the other hand did not surprise her so much. “Thank you for waiting to wait for us. The morning is something too cold for my bones-”
“Cut it out, old man! I know you've made me stay to see what my attitude is with the new nany.” The Heir growled without getting up from his chair, crossing his arms behind the back of his neck.
Being Morgan who had put her in the situation of duty favors, Lucy had specially studied her information sheet. Making sure to smile without looking away from the Heir's eyes, she approached the white armchair with a card deck pattern (somewhat tacky but that she would keep for herself for all eternity) with the name Morgan Engraved in golden letters. “Morgan, the second son of the Goddess born on September 18, 2002” The reporter began speaking without flinching at the mocking grimace of the Heir. “Son of Patriarch Aiden, within the system of titles without any value that he maintains with his siblings, he calls himself ‘The magician’”
“Well, I'm glad to see that you know how to memorize information from a record of… information! That puts you ahead of this chair but behind my cat Athena, congratulations!” Morgan clapped loudly, his mocking grin turning into a mocking smile.
And with a mocking smile, he became a neutral expression when he saw that Lucy stood firm smiling. “But that's not fair, don't you think? Athena is your vital companion thanks to the experiments that Eyvel, the eighth daughter, performed with her. To compare myself with her that combines an IQ of 145 points with the collar that allows her spinal cord's electrical impulses to be converted into sounds allowing her to speak in any language is simply unfair!” The reporter hid as much as she could the superiority she was feeling when she watched as Morgan unconsciously cringed in her chair. “And know that I have not only memorized your entire information sheet! I have also memorized the medical and psychological, which allows me to know that you measure 2 meters and 37 centimeters, weigh 145 kilos of pure condensed muscle fiber and hide two great secrets from your siblings: An irrational envy to the gigantic size of your sisters and a fear that-”
"ENOUGH!" Morgan shouted, jumping up from his chair, his cheeks burning red with all the accumulated shame. “It's clear to me, you have taken your nany work very seriously! I'm glad to know that I work with a person so involved, you can stop talking!”
"Oh, should I stop now, Morgan the great god-wizard?"Hearing Lucy pronounce the nickname of her childhood that had haunted him throughout his adolescence was too much for him, who simply did what every teenager with powers beyond the laws of relativity would do to a young woman who was only as tall as his own navel.
Take her by the shoulders while lowering her head defeated. "Please, I have made no one remember all that of the magician god ... I don't want to repeat all that humiliation ..." The Heir's reaction was much more innocent and much less violent than the reporter expected (also much cute, another thing that she would have to be taken to the grave), almost to the point that Lucy began to feel really bad for him.
"I will never get that issue out again, you can trust me." The reporter smiled, taking the hand of the Heir in his. “Your mother hired me to serve as a support, a friend for you to tell your problems and all that things you already know. We can try to be friends instead of this sort of resentment and distrust that you have for me, don't you think? It would greatly facilitate my work for and with you!” The young god raised his head even without being able to understand his new nany very well, something strange considering that it was the only thing he had been doing the last days at all times, even in the middle of his rehearsals. The combination of sincerity, folly, simplicity and picaresque of her was certainly curious, enough to put him on the defensive by hiding in resentment for what had happened to her with her sister Celica.
"Well, if you are finally going to deal with us we can try ... get along" Morgan growled without looking into her eyes, arms crossed over her chest in her best interpretation as a tsundere to date. “But rest assured that I will not forget the errands you owe us! I plan to make sure you're going to meet each and every one of them-”
"Morgan, dear" Sirius interrupted as he looked at his watch, as much as he liked to see how the lessons he had taught Lucy paid off as time went by and nothing could be done to avoid it. "Can we go? You know that when Leah and Eyvel get to work on something together ... those two crazy asshead to call them affectionately are too irritable and irritating when their schedules are not met”
The mere mention of his mother Leah and her sister Eyvel irritated was enough so that Morgan will completely change his behavior, moving away from the duo to extend his hands. The reporter stayed away as she had studied, the ritual of opening the space doors causing great physical discomfort in any normal person. The door opened as soon as Morgan opened his hands, the mysterious crack in reality showing on the other side a room not too far from a hospital room of the many that the reporter had been. "Well Lucy, you know what not to do?" Sirius asked while patting her back.
"Close your eyes and mouth and don't breathe until you are on the other side, I remember it." The reporter smiled as she ran to Morgan's side, stopping just in front of the crack. The air pressure felt strange, a strange smell similar to burnt wood emanated from it. His skin bristled at the situation, feeling almost as if everything was a dream. "Good ..." Lucy whispered as she closed her eyes, mentally mentalizing to start walking. Slowly. Very slowly. Too much for the Heir, who decided to give a gentle push to his back. "Hey!" Lucy growled noticing the change in pressure, opening her eyes to look back and find a hospital bed so mechanized and full of devices that looked like the future.
One used by Abbie, who was sitting on the bed while Celica stroked her back. Except that the giantess on the other side of the bed didn't look exactly like the girl she had seen naked days before. Physically she was identical to Celica, but at the same time her most modern and masculine clothes were not something that the reporter imagined that Celica would usually wear with everything she had been reading about her, which led Lucy to only one possible conclusion.
“Good morning to both of you, Abbie! And you must be Rio, right? Before you say anything I feel very much my misunderstanding with Celica, I swear”
"This is the girl, right?" Rio asked quietly, his speech and tone instantly differentiating her from her twin sister. Rio reached out her other hand to the reporter, offering her index finger. “You will have already gone through Sirius's classes about us, so I'll get straight to the point. Do you have any questions to ask me about what you have read about me?” Lucy nodded, thanking how quickly Rio wanted to take the presentations out of the way.
“Two questions really, if you don't mind. Why does it say that your vital partners are Celica and Abbie? Your sister Alazne has Hope as her Vital companion but in her case it is marked as temporary ... in yours not and there is no extra entry, besides your name appears on the Celica card too as her Vital companion! And the second question is why every so often do you spend certain weeks away from home in Arcadia 6Th? They thought they wouldn't let you out except in very specific situations like today's mission of Ethin and Alexa”
Rio sketched a grimace of interest reinforced by a half smile, crossing one arm under her breasts and covering her mouth with her other hand. “Interesting and well-posed questions without letting me dodge it by taking other courses, good job Lucy Crews. For the first answer, I must assume that my ... ability is not indicated on my information sheet? Calling it that way considering who we are seems somewhat redundant but it will be the best option” Lucy denied confirmed. "You will see ... within our wide range of powers, I have one that is ... unique to me, the alteration of fortune"
"Alteration of fortune, like you can give good luck or bad luck to people?"
Rio denied with a smile that told Lucy that she was not the only one to make such a statement. "We could summarize it very openly in that ... but I prefer to say that I am able to alter the probabilities of certain events, such as a topdeck playing blackjack or a slot run" The two examples opened the eyes of the reporter, who quickly understood where the shots were going. “This skill of mine has a limit range as far as I can use it, and by chance the destiny, Las Vegas was built very close to Arcadia 6Th! Every time we need money from abroad to solve the affairs of some new inhabitant of Arcadia 7th our father Henry sends me to Arcadia 6th, and from there using my telepathy to guided the actions of our agents-”
"You don't need to say anything else ... I get the feeling that this is extremely illegal and I prefer to know just the right thing!" Lucy laughed as she approached Abbie's couch, leaning on the railing. "Today I am here to assist in what you need, so start asking for whatever you want, I will try to fulfill it-" Abbie closed her eyes throwing herself to cover the reporter's mouth directly. "Please ... if you put yourself in this way you will only make me worry even more! I had to send Celica to find my favorite milkshake in Arcadia just to get a few minutes without worrying about it and trying to make me happy.”
"It's not that it seems like torture especially ..."
“It is when it is something constant every 20 seconds or so… This operation has my nerves already and I don't need more pressure! I just want to have surgery and go home with my two favorite girls ... And maybe please them now that they don't have to worry about me.” Abbie looked sideways, winking at the giantess who was blushing furiously. For exactly 2 seconds, when Abbie realized they were not alone in the room.Lucy frowned in confusion, tilting her head as she tried to make sense of the situation.
"I guess this answers your first question, right?" Rio whispered without looking away from the door. "The reason why I have my sister and Abbie ... and my sister has me is because...-" "We've always been together three times ..." Abbie continued trying to speed up the conversation, the discomfort of both feeling in the environment. And Lucy couldn't understand why, especially given that Mythra and her harem lived literally at the end of the hall.
“I can understand that you are a polyamory trio, is that what worries you so much?-” "Don't say it out loud!" The two shouted whispering. "Why?" Lucy asked joining the whispered screams.
“Because unlike who you're clearly thinking about and I don't need to read your mind to see it, ours is… incest! A polyamorous three-way relationship...-” Rio lowered her head to be as close as possible to the reporter, drowning every word more and more of the sentence. “Where two of those in the relationship are daughters of the Goddess! Imagine the shame we would pass if someone knew that I or Celica not only have feelings for Abbie but for the other even though they are physicaly identical!” Lucy bit her lip silently while thinking of a suitable name not humorous to call the physical attraction to someone who is physically a copy of you. "You can see how terrible this is, right? We would be the laughing stocks of our family and Arcadia!”
Lucy nodded even without paying much attention. From the first moment the reporter entered the island, the number of concessions to the crazy things she had been living had only increased almost exponentially, much more than she had ever imagined. And the first time that someone in this crazy country turned out to be incest. Country of crazy people fell short.
“With all my respect and from the fact that I have left in the comments of hundreds of fanfics that Incest=Wincest, that you should know that I see nothing wrong in your relationship no matter how much social taboos are against you and that you have my support and trust" The reporter said taking her hand to her fist, a gesture that, along with her words, greatly relieved the shadow on the faces of the young women. "Just a point from me ... you don't think that being your family who you are is really difficult for them not to know what of you three?”
Of the silence of both Abbie was the first to speak, even with her head bowed. “We have never talked about this with anyone, so I have no idea if they know it or not. And I'm not going to find out either.”
"Okay, I can understand that feeling..."
Much quieter to see that Lucy was not reacting as they (and Celica) imagined, Rio straightened again to talk. “The only people who know how you can imagine are Sirius and mom, they are the ones who filled out our chips in secret. On the advice of mom, Abbie and Celica were the ones that formalized being Vital companions and I have a decoy token for the rest where I have Sirius as a Vital partner ... and if he has given you the truth sheet for you to study it's because he trusts true in you, either because he sees you trust after what happened to my twin-”
As if she had heard her name, Celica appeared from a space door that covered the entire wall with a giant smoothie of her size in one hand. "Here's your milkshake!" The giantess announced quickly as she ran to squat on the other side of the bed, completely ignoring the presence of the reporter to the point of almost crushing her when she sat down. “Double cream, banana, mango and no sugar sprinkled!” She said as she pulled out of her left pocket a normal-sized straw already prepared to join the tip of her own giant straw. Celica silently waited for a thank you or some word of kindness from her beloved like a puppy that had just brought the newspaper, but instead all she found was the bewildered looks of both and the hand of her twin sister pointing to the ground under she. "What happens?"
"You haven't noticed ... your ass is so big that you haven't noticed anything?" Rio asked as she blinked in bewilderment, mentally wondering if she could also become so ... unconscious. Celica threw back her hand in confusion, feeling the ground beneath her ... until she touched what appeared to be boots connected to legs.
Rising slowly as the blood from her body ran at full speed to her cheeks, the giantess looked down watching as the reporter who had managed to lie on the ground just in time crawled until she could stand up on the railing. "We don't have good encounters ... eh Celica?" Lucy joked as she looked up, seeing how the giant was on the verge of crying.
"Yeah ... are still worth for you some of my ol' good apologies?" Celica asked as she sat a little farther away, two huge knees and thighs surrounding and blocking Lucy's path without anyone noticing. "I will understand if the answer is no ..."
"Apologies accepted, I owe you after the other day" Lucy joked while fixing her clothes, rejoicing more than ever how stupidly clean everything was on this island. “Just let me ask something because right now I'm very curious. Do they have glasses for giantess in all Arcadia stores or is it because you have gone to a cafe or whatever you go to very often?”
Celica denied turning the glass until she showed the reporter her name written on a border. “We have them in the kitchen of our house for situations where we want to go to eat at a restaurant or stop by a bar. To ask the thousands of Arcadia 7th establishments to have utensils for giantess... considering that we are currently only 13 sisters and our mother as giantess is asking them to attend less than 0.0001% of the population! A little overkill if you ask me”
The argument was so logical that Lucy could not fault her, but knowing that despite her title Eva and her children were too soft with their status. With her doubts resolved, the reporter retired to one of the chairs placed at the foot of the bed, leaving Celica and Rio to take control of the situation.
Watching them was a lot of r03;r03;fun, two identical young people in absolute power and image devoting all their attention and love to someone who was lucky one tenth of their size and weight, like seeing two Bengal tigers taking care of a hamster. A fighting hamster that mercilessly rejected all the excessive attempts to overstate her, but a hamster after all. Only by the gestures of both sisters was it easy to start updating the mental record she had formed of both:
While Celica was the one who took the lead and the first one faced the wall that Abbie represented, all her gestures and form speaking they revealed a great softie who enjoyed attending not only Abbie but her sister or herself as well. Rio in contrast was more planner and cautious, studying the failures of her twin to try to offer more correct and efficient options, always maintaining an elegant and adult way of speaking. And none of that saved her from being like a great (both ways of the word) dork when her ideas were rejected, making the same silly face of confusion as her twin sister.
A certainly comical situation because of its constant repetition and the increasingly desperate attempts of the twins, one that still did not prevent the reporter from admiring Abbie's fortitude. The human was the best possible example of the role of a Vital Companion that Sirius had emphasized so much, being able to move forward, evaluate and reject the movements of her two gigantic almighty fiancees before even they could do them and without immutating for it or losing the slightest of tight control over the situation. An ability to handle them impressive at least, letting their smaller offerings pass to make them happy and to steal a look at their faces lit with discretion, a skill that Sirius has say that herself had to learn and replicate to a lesser extent. (Lesser measure was a term that Lucy herself did not believe true, since unlike the Vital companions who dedicated all their time to their linked Heirs, she had to control and judge the proposals of all the brothers at the same time)
Looking at them, a flame lit within her, one that she had not felt for years. The burning desire to write and show the world how amazing these girls were, their reporter instinct returning with the force of a liner.
After almost 10 minutes of being silent seeing that every idea that crossed her mind to liven up Abbie's wait was said before by Celica and Rio and rejected on the spot, four knocks at different heights of the door interrupted her mental list of future questions. Without waiting for an answer (something that the reporter began to see more and more common in the family) the giant knob turned opening the door, the two women on the other side forcing Lucy to rub her eyes.
Ignoring that the more adult-looking one was a somewhat lower and flatter human than Lucy and the other was a clear daughter of Eva with her gigantic size, her hair and eyes of iridescent glass and her body filled with generous curves; the two were maintained a similarity physically much more superior to that of Celica and Rio. Same disheveled mane, same dark circles and ungainly look, same white coat unbuttoned with an inner tank top, same lips gestures handling a stick between the lips (a gigantic lollypop in the case of the giantess), same posture with the shoulders forward and the head angled towards the ground (only logical gesture in the giantess). Without a doubt and without the need for anyone to confirm it, Lucy knew that she was facing the infamous matriarch Leah, known as "Eva's insane demon-scientific."
“what yer yak still daein 'haur, mah idiots an' gigantic daughters? tak 'awa' yer huge an 'grottie hans frae mah patient!”
'Oh no, she's Scottish' Lucy thought as she struggled to remove the flashbacks from her nowhere discreet former neighbors of the farm.
“th 'adaptation operation is a lang an' exhaustin 'process, an' if ah hae tae play th 'gam by bettin' somethin ', it is' at ye tois arenae adequate tae tak 'caur an' someain in th' preoperatife period!"
"We're not doing anything to stress her, mom Leah!" Celica and Rio responded in synchrony, their tone of voice degenerating into a more chill and childish in the presence of one of their maternal figures. Leah kept her expression of constant disgust as she moved her cigarette from side to side, looking sideways at the reporter. "Ae ... yoo're th 'lassie mah hen has hired, huh? Ah hiner uir bairns huvnae caused ye tay mony headaches. sirius says ye waur a reporter, sae ye shoods be used tae dealin 'wi' egocentric assholes loch mah bairns, reit?”
Memories of Mr. Campbell talking too fast and pinching his cheeks flooded his mind so much that translating Leah's words was not possible, simply choosing to nod. While Leah smiled making almost a dozen holographic screens appear with Abbie's name around her, the third Heiress present moved away from her side approaching Lucy, sitting squatting beside her. The presence of the giantess so close was as impressive as that of her sisters, the air around her covered in the mysterious fragrance of power of all her brothers and mother. “Nice to meet you, Eyvel!” Lucy took the initiative, remembering that Sirius had mentioned that shyness was one of the two characteristic features of her (along with evil genius although the reporter was almost certain that it was some kind of heavy joke of the old man). "I'm Lucy, I hope you remind me of the other day's meeting-"
“Lucy Crews, Alabama Spirit reporter. I have GEMA. researching all about you. Why a reporter like you have so much hidden information? Is it part of the deal with mom or was it her idea? Or do you hide a hidden past as a hired killer for the South Korean mafia” Eyvel asked at full speed in a single phrase with an almost whispered voice. Voice so soft and adorable and so far from the deep Scottish tone of her other biological mother that Lucy had to blink twice to understand that she had come from someone as big as her.
Without thinking too much Lucy simply nodded, realizing that she was not really answering any questions. And that was surely ideal, Eva's idea with the report remained a secret. “The human beings from the outside are curious, you don't seem to be too clear about how to communicate. I will do more research to develop a language that allows me to question you more effectively, new nanny” A comment certainly worrisome, Lucy thought, much more coming from someone whose title among her brothers was that of Genius of Evil.
“Eyvel! gonnae-no wastin 'time wi' th 'new lassie an' come haur, we hae a lang an 'complex wark day aheid ay me an' Ah want tae finish suin tae see th 'lest chapter ay "foorteenth street" wi' eva an 'henry oan time tae nae swallaw spoilers!” Leah shouted at her daughter while taking control of Abbie's bed, slapping Celica's hand away to make her way. Eyvel obeyed his mother without waiting a minute, saying goodbye to the reporter with a gentle nod before getting up to open the door. The matriarch stopped passing control of the bed to her daughter to look back at Lucy, keeping her eyes narrowed in an expression that worried her slightly. “Lucy, I will keep an eye on you. I trust my wife's decision but as a mother of these children I have a duty to take care of them, do you understand right?” Without being surprised at the slightest of the perfect english (technically Arcadian according to Sirius), the reporter saw how the matriarch and the Heir marched down the hall with an almost too theatrical evil laugh. Lucy decided to continue her work of attending to the Heiresses turning to see how they were, Rio sighed looking at her phone and Celica put both hands to her chest biting her lower lip in her best interpretation of wife watching her husband go to war.
The theatricality mentality seemed to be something that was carried in the family's blood, Lucy nodded to herself.
And with the arrival of twilight, her consciousness returned to her.
The first thing Abbie noticed when consciousness returned to her body was ... how much she was noticing everything. The movement of her lungs, the serum entering her veins... the blood moving through her body. A strange, almost extracorporeal feeling ... as if her body was not her!
Her muscles felt different, just like her bones, as if everything in her would be part of a machine in perfect synchrony. And that scared her ... but not even fear felt as before. Where one day ago fear felt as if it was dragged into an abyss, drowning and blinding it; Now that same fear was nothing more than a slight feeling of discomfort inside her stomach, one that a new sense of security will not go wrong.
Her ears caught everything around her body, from the dripping of the serum to the same vibration of electricity entering the machines that controlled her physical state. The pressure of her own body was completely overcome, Abbie slowly opened her eyes ... marveling at the white ceiling of the postoperative room. The light took on a new form around it, the brightest and purest colors of the afternoon danced around it in a way that the human would never have imagined ... and at that moment Abbie thought that calling herself human was no longer correct.
No ... a human would not feel enough energy to run several triathlons in a row after a 10-hour and 27-minute operation. And a human would not know exactly how much he had been unconscious as soon as he woke up without looking at the clock. Now she was a vital Companion in her entire definition of the title, the closest in this world to the Goddess and her children.
Maybe in the future, maybe one day what she was feeling will become the normal form of humanity ... but until that day these feelings were all her own, her own and those of the other Companions destined to walk alongside the Heirs and Eve.
"You remember who you are, right? That means we were all right that there was no reason to worry!" The voice of the first vital Companion behind the Matriarchs and Patriarchs, Cesar, rang from the other side of the room under the window, the young man in his early twenties reading a book while waiting to wake up from it. Abbie nodded without even speaking, somewhat afraid of hearing her own voice in case she had changed. The fear that had dragged her so much in recent years was completely behind, the feeling of having behaved like an idiot was too powerful to ignore. “Don't blame yourself for what you're thinking, Abbie. Reconciling the actions of your old self with the thoughts of your new self is the most common during the first days, the internal confrontation between who you are, who feels you should be and who you were is inevitable”
"You make it look complex ..." Abbie replied noticing how her heart sighed in relief, the tone of her voice almost identical to the previous one except in greater clarity and firmness in the words.
“We are complex beings, Abbie. We combine a tiny part of what makes Eva, Hope, Celica, Rio and the others who are with a body that was originally human and to that we add our own identity. I like to call it… the Sangenshoku effect”
"The combination of the three primary colors in the color black ... Why the hell do I know that ?!" Abbie shouted as she sat up leaning on the railing.
Cesar could not suppress a giggle, closing his book at once as he rose from his chair to approach the bed. “It's called inheritance of knowledge, a byproduct of the adaptation operation. A tiny part of the knowledge that Celica and Rio have acquired in their lives has passed to you through their blood, you can expect to have all kinds of stupid data in your head ... for example I have the different models of some outsiders dolls that Hope was investigating for a college exercise. Advantage or disadvantage of our new condition, only time will tell if the information you have acquired will be useful or not.”
"All this sounds even too weird ..." Cesar knew well the sensations that were flooding his "new" sister, both having passed through those same as having been present in the transformation of all other vital partners so far. The task originally falls to the hands of matriarch Leah, who by simply her way of being made her the last person advisable to deal with people in such a ... strange and awkward situation. “It must sound weird since it's intrinsic to Aunt Eva! Come on, stop wasting your time and get up. You and I know that you had never felt better than you feeling right now"
To deny it would be to lie and to delay it would be useless, Abbie thought silently as she sat on the other side of the bed. Leaning on and breathing deeply, the ex-human stood up with such an amazing facility that she almost made her jump a second time. "I have to say-"
“That you cannot understand how you might find yourself after good, so alive after such a complex and long operation where you have been: A) Removed almost 2 thirds of blood from the body to exchange it for a mixture of Celica and Rio, B ) They have replaced your old useless and inefficient organs for your new body with the versions synthesized through Eva's cells, and C) Leah has hit you with an electric shock intense enough to stop your heart, which has caused the new antibodies in the blood of the Heirs take control of your heart to replicate and reactivate the beats. That was what you were going to say, right?”
Abbie denied, even feeling chills from the first time they explained the last part of the adaptation operation. "The truth is that I was going to comment that I had never felt good before just because standing up. I also notice my point of view somewhat higher ... is that normal?"
"Oh ..." The disappointment at César's failure was more than palpable, to the point that Abbie doubted if she should have lied. “Yeah, it's pretty common. Anyway, let's start with the routine checks: Abbie, I want that right now in less than a thousandth of a second to points out where Rio and Celica are. COME ON, NOW!" The Vital partner shouted unexpectedly for her and for himself. Abbie unconsciously raised an arm in each direction, pointing out without quite understanding why.
Simply ... something inside her guided her.
“Correct both directions, the ability to know where your Heir is especially useful, even more so if you train to detect where Eva or the rest of the Heirs are as I did. Your hair and eyes have crystallized correctly, I will look for a tint and contact lenses of your original colors so that you do not align too much when looking at you in the mirror" César smiled as he crossed out the check on his list, noting that Abbie kept silent looking at her own hands. "Do not keep useless secrets for yourself, hide what you feel is just soooo human... -"
“Did you think that when you talked to me yesterday? Have you always thought that since your operation? Will I think that when talking with our friends in Arcadia, with Sirius, with the rest of the Staff? I will feel that my father... Goddess, I don't even know how to express it in words..."
Rubbing the back of his neck, Cesar looked away pretending to review the holographic list that floated near his left arm. "No need to express it in words, I know what you're talking about. What do you want me to say? Yes, you will feel that you are not being efficient ... but I know you can understand it, both yesterday and right now. It's hard to understand the actions we once did from a higher point on the scale-”
“We are a top on the evolutionary scale, below Eva and the others… but above all who are like us once we were. Every time you talked to me, you felt that I was limited by my own human nature, right? Because that is what I am feeling from my own old thoughts of fear... and frankly, I'm feeling really disgusted with myself!" César put his right fist to his mouth, biting the surface of his index as he tried to think. "I feel that right now the sky is not the same as this morning... that the stars above us look much closer, much more real than they have ever been ..." Abbie's expression could be found in the dictionary next to the words confusion and self-contempt.
"Life takes strange detours, right?" Caesar said as he turned his back on Abbie, walking towards the window and opening it completely to show the sky getting of a dark orange. “When you see your father you will see the man who raised you and protected you by making sure you knew the best possible path. You will look into his eyes and see in them that light that has always taken care of you ... and you will want and know that now you are the one who must build the way for him, for Sirius and for everyone else. From this point you walk this path with us, not by the work of an invisible force but because you know we have a duty to fulfill the rest of our people from Arcadia and this planet.
The day will come when our Heirs will have to stop playing and start working, and we will bring a new light to them on a world limited by their own humanity.”
Abbie smiled, tilting her head, something inside her telling her that Caesar was right. Also while smiling the ex-human said that he had to find a good name for that new ... voice? Will? Thing inside that warmed his heart. "That's pretty beautiful... did you have write it by yourself?"
César smiled showing her the list of the same speech he just said written with dozens of notes. “I thought about it after the third postoperative period I controlled! A little motivational speech to make sense of everything we feel in this situation, one that I can improve for all who come! And at the rate that Aunt Eva is still getting pregnant and that is not going to be soon. I hope that when she reaches her magic number of 25 she decides… take a break!” The first Lifemate smiled as he made the screen disappear. “You are well enough to have debates and philosophical issues, I think we can leave all your new body training for tomorrow and the next day and tonight enjoy a family dinner while watching the biggest scolding in history!"
"Who to whom?" Abbie asked as she searched the room for the bag where her clothes were stored, taking her out seeing that everything was going to be small. Under the clothes a note on paper with what appeared to be her new measures stood out, being on paper meant that it was if or if it was the work of Henry, the only one around who kept pointing things on paper.
“Aunt Olivia to Ethin and Alexa. They have destroy part of the Prince's Palace of Monaco during their visit to return the journalist's remains” Abbie was completely speechless with her eyes wide open, one second at least before assuming that with Ethin "Iron Judge" on the ground the mere fact of having loaded only part should be taken as a resounding success. The desire to see her girlfriends again flooded her heart, the voice in her assuring that there was finally no impediment to consummate her love without needing to contain herself.
Celica enjoyed being directed and dominated much more except when her "inner beast" broke loose ... but Rio instead was a bookcover Top, the most perfect definition of a dominant that Abbie could think of, much more than Mythra.
And only the Goddess knew how much Abbie finally craved this moment!