CHAPTER ELEVEN 'Relief'

The door opened revealing Lance. His eyes widened when he saw Violet seated on a wooden table in a different costume. White loose tunic and purple leggings with silver chains around her ankles. A staff was embedded in her right hand and a whip around her waist. She really looked like the god that was spoken of, Xenia.

He shook his head. That couldn't be.

The saintess consciousness was intact when he left the previous night.

“Saintess..” he said, closing the door. 

“I'm not the saintess.” Violet hairs rose as she stood on her feet, grinning at the gorgeous soul in front of her.

“You,” she whispered, taking a step towards him, “Are mine.”

“Bullshit.” Lance moved his hairs to make magic but Violet appeared next to him and pinned him against the wall, staring at the dread in his stormy blue eyes. She grinned at how much he was panicking and stared down at his inviting lips.

She did not hesitate.

She captured his entire lips in hers and filled his heart with obsession, intoxication, pain, all mixed feelings. It was the only way she remembered to be in control.

When she finally let go of him, something in his eyes had changed.

It was more of the idiotic lovesick gaze. 

She recognized it more than anyone else because she had once looked at someone with the same gaze.

“Mistress,”:Lance whispered, his head slightly bowed submissively 

She smiled, taking his lips into hers one more time, enveloping him with her scent and dedires. When she pulled away, she was back in control.

“Let us go back to my territory.”

Lance simply nodded and Violet transported them to a different location with magic.

She was surprised when she found herself in front of a castle made of Ice. She merely shivered, stunned she made something so beautiful and magnificent.

“Wow..” Lance said, bewildered.

“I know.”

“Would you like to take a look inside?”

Violet nodded. They walked towards the castle and it opened automatically after sensing her. She gaped and stepped in, taking in the glass tiled floor. It drove her crazy.

Every accessory in the castle was coated with silver, jade and diamond. It was too unreal..

The ceiling was made of diamonds and the chandeliers had a silver light that illuminated the castle. Although she was gone for so long, the castle didn't carry dust. It drove her insane and she couldn't help but wonder..

Now she knew if she wanted answers, she had to meditate.

She walked to the throne in the middle of the hall and sat comfortably in it.

Tears trickled down her face as she remembered.

That was where she was sitting before deciding to meet the mortal who prayed for her presence to take advantage of her.

She clenched her fist at the memory and sat on the throne comfortably, relishing in the feeling of immortality. 

To get the most healing, she decided to meditate in the spring outside.

“Lance, fix the rooms. I'll be downstairs for a spring bath.

“Huh?”

Violet shared memory of the entire castle to Lance and went outside, taking in the fresh air. 

There was no sun. That way, she could heal faster.

She walked down the thousands steps down and smiled upon seeing the green scenery, she inhaled them and synced with the black birds melodies.

She went to the spring and stripped before jumping into the spring water. She let out a content moan as the water healed her essence from the core.

The breath of nature relieved her body but then.. she felt a warm pool at the bottom of stomach.

She inhaled and held her breath, trying to remember..

She did.

In order to take full advantage of her energy, Baddley would sleep with women by midnight to use her energy to the full potential.

Bastard.

She inhaled. No wonder she felt a certain sensation in her core.

When darkness came, she changed back into her clothes and teleported to the castle.

Using magic felt more natural now.

In front of the castle, Lance was standing with a red robe in his hands. 

“What?” She refrained from snapping.

“You've just had a bath. I figured you'd need a lighter robe to change into.”

Violet snatched the robe from his hands and walked into the castle. She almost forgot she gave him memories he was probably not attached to.

She didn't care though.

As long as he served her well. 

“Will you eat, Mistress? I made dinner.”

Violet sighed. How did he know to make food?

“I plucked lettuce outside and made Baby Lettuce, Citrus Fruits with Feta Salad.”

“I'm immortal! I don't need food!” She snapping, entering her familiar room.

She slammed the door shut as she felt the pool of energy at the bottom of her belly expanding, making her wet. She was disgusted.

Whatever that Bastard did with her energy was bad and it was driving her insane.

She clenched her core, trying to ease the urge to receiving pleasure.

Her mind flashed back to when Baddley and her first made love.

He was slow, raw and in it so deep as well.

She clenched her legs as she laid on the bed, trying to sleep and think of a solution the next day. 

It didn't work.

She flashback of Baddley fucking her appeared in her mind and juices started escaping her vagina in abundance. She got under the blankets and closed her eyes.

Flashback***

“I'm going to go really slow my love, please trust me.”

Xenia nodded, a grin on her well made-up face.

She was all bare naked and so was Baddley, the first man she'd ever slept with.

Baddley was on either side of her, taking in her beautiful body. He led his god given pleasure weapon and led it in between Xenia's thighs. He let the tip in first and looked up to stare at the expectant look on her face.

“My love..” he whispered, pushing past the tip in. Xenia gasped and looked at him, her mouth parted as he grew bigger inside of her.

“How do you feel, baby?”

.“Huh? Uh—”

Baddley moved his thighs and his dick went fully in, making her warm liquids pour onto the sheets. She stared at Baddley, shocked.

Did she just have an orgasm from him being inside her?

“You're doing good baby, now I'll make you scream.”

Baddley pulled out of her and grinned when it made a pop sound as he came out of her.

“Baddley..” Xenia moaned as he replaced his organ with his fingers, pressing buttons she didn't know exist. 

“Ohhhh fuck ohhh!” She cried as four fingers slipped in without much effort. She was about to cum when Baddley held her neck and whispered, “Hold it in.”

She did.

Crying out as she held the urge to explode the seventh time.

“Baddley.. please g—give it to me. I can't hold it anymore..”

“It's almost over baby..” Baddley said, playing her with his fingers, then he put his face between her thighs, watching as her pussy clenched onto his fingers, trying not to cum. He smiled and pulled out with fingers, quickly replacing it with his mouth.

“Noooooooooooo Fuck no!!!!! I'm going to cum!!!!”

“Not yet.” He whispered into her pussy, licking her body that were clenched, fighting the urge to release.

Tears were now rolling down her cheeks as Baddley stopped her from releasing.

Her legs were shaking now and Baddley chuckled, replacing his mouth with his dick. 

Xenia clenched onto his body tightly as they came in sync.

***

Violet shoved two fingers into her pussy, pleasuring herself.

She was able to add one more finger and imagine it was Baddley fingering her like he did in the past. She grumbled in frustration.

It did nothing. 

Adding more fingers only caused her pain.

She clenched her fists in anger.

The bastard killed her and dared stain her energy with stupid urges!

She would have to find a way.

She sat crossed-legged and meditated, trying to think of a way to purify her energy. 

It'd been centuries since her soul had been kept hidden away. It was no wonder she felt rusty and a bit confused.

A wave of energy rippled within her and she remembered something.

Mortals blood and she had one in mind, Mistress Azarael. 

She could easily swallow Azarael's energy. Afterwards, she'd more powerful and if she got people to pray in her name, she'd receive their prayers which would energise her but she didn't know how to get people to pray to her.

It's been decades, she'd long be forgotten. Even by fellow gods.

She sighed. She'd have to find a way.

Another wave of heat passed over her and she closed her eyes, fighting back the urge.

That bastard.

Violet stepped out of the room and nearly jumped when she saw a figure standing right in front of her.

“Lance what the hell!” She snapped, trying to calm herself.

“Well..you didn't eat dinner so I was worried you'd feel hungry later and would feel lonely if I didn't accompany you while you eat.”

Violet scoffed. 

“What?!”

She shook her head back in laughter. That bastard! Well.. I shouldn't be surprised. Humans have always been like this after all. Thinking too highly of themselves.

“Lance, I promise you have no meaning to me. Even by my side, you're just a toy that can easily be replaced so don't get any ideas.”

Lance looked at Violet's face and caught her right hand in his, caressing it. 

Violet's eyes widened when Lance entangled their fingers together.

“You..”

“Your body is hot, Mistress.”

Violet snatched her hand back.

“Go to your room, Lance, this is none of your business.”

“My sole purpose is to serve you, my lady. I dare not fall asleep soundly while you suffer in silence!”

Before Violet could say another word, he dragged her to the living room and started wiping her body with cold water. Everytime Lance's skin touched her, it ignited the heat inside of her, driving her insane but she decided to stay still, she was a god after all, she could control herself.

“You look incredibly pale even as you're hot, that is unusual, my lady. I know a bit about medicine but this is above me, I don't think I can cure you..” Lance put the towel away and placed his bare hands on the thin fabric covering her shoulders, “But if you come with me to the mortals realm, I can assure you, you will be cured.”

A higher wave of heat pooled in Violet's legs and she felt the liquid drop in between her legs.

She stared into Lance's stormy blue eyes and relished the sensation of his touch on her shoulders. 

“Please, my lady, if you go on for a long time, untreated then..”

Violet held Lance's hands, pulling him into her embrace. 

She closed her eyes and felt a little relief as her nipples pressed against his strong chest. However that only lasted for a short period of time.

Another wave hit her and she knew she couldn't control it, she pushed Lance away and ran into her room, slamming the door behind her. 

She took off her clothes and placed her hand in between her thighs, pleasuring herself. 

***

The next day, Violet stepped out dressed in white loose tunic and purple leggings with silver chains around her ankles. A staff was embedded in her right hand and a whip around her waist.

She had a smug smile on her with her Violet hair dancing over her neck.

“My lady, is everything well?” Lance appeared from the kitchen, a confused look on his face upon her mood that suddenly lifted. The previous day, she was irritable and now..

“I made salad, my lady. Please..”

“No need. The only meal I need is beyond physical so quiet!!”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Pack all the luggages you'll need, follow me, we're going to Keitan.”

Lance's eyes widened, “Why?!”

“None of your business.”

Lance packed both his and Violet's entire wardrobe, causing him to stumble behind her during their travel. Violet didn't pay any attention to him, she just walked ahead with a stuck up look on her face.

Lance stopped, looking at Violet walk away gracefully. He exhaled and yelled out, “My lady!”

Violet stopped and glanced at him over her shoulder.

“What?”

“Why do you want to go to Keitan anyway? We have no money or food. It doesn't make any sense! We don't even have a signed permit!!”

“It doesn't matter. Anybody that gets in my way will get a taste of this.” She touched the whip around her waist and turned to face Lance. 

“You stay close to me when there's danger, least you die.”

“My lady, what exactly do you want in Keitan? I can go get it for you myself.”

Violet smirked, “Azarael's head.”

Lance's eyes widened and he staggered backwards.

“N-no.”

Violet scoffed, “Can you get her head for me?”

“Yes but that goes against my morals.”

Violet sighed, even though she'd manipulated him, made fake memories of him being really close to her, his values from Star valley was still there, she couldn't fully get rid of it.

She sighed and took a step to Lance, she ran her fingers through his chin and stared his face.

Which memories should I give him now?

Which memories are the most solid that can make a mortal bow?

“Mistress, what are you doing?”

She held his chin and her eyes glowed as she smashed her lips against his, engulfing his tongue with her mouth. She smiled into the kiss, removing Lance's old memory, filling him with all the romantic memories she had with Baddley— Except, he would see himself doing those things to her instead of Baddley. 

Lance moaned into the kiss, his fingers caressing her back softly. They went lower and rested on her bottom, squeezing them roughly.

A tingle rippled through Violet and she lost control, giving into Lance's fingers.

He squeezed her bottom tightly and bit her buttom lip before tracing his fingers down her neck. He ran his fingers around her chest and Violet broke the kiss.

She inhaled deeply and exhaled.

“My love, why do you stop?”

Violet shuddered at the look of passion in Lance's eyes. She staggered backwards, the look was dangerous. It reminded her of Baddley.

But then she remembered. She gave him the memories she had with Baddley, it was no wonder he thought of her as a lover.

She thought of other memories but none seemed more significant. So she let it be.

Love was a greater emotion. If he felt that way for her, it'd be easier to control him.

So she smiled, “we have to get to Keitan early.”

“You're right, my love.”

Violet stared down at her feet and sighed. It felt odd but she'd just roll with it until she didn't need him anymore.

“You don't have to worry about expenses. I have a lot of worthy jewelry.”

Violet strecthed out her hand and a couple diamonds appeared.

Violet tossed it to Lance and he caught it gratefully.

“I'm supposed to be the one sponsoring this trip. If I went back home..” Lance trailed off, touching his head. “I can't remember!”

“My love, you were rejected from home. Don't you remember?” 

Lance nodded hesitantly, “Yes. I forget that sometimes.”

Violet smiled and they travelled. Stopping at an inn in lagsu to rest for the night.

Violet entered a bath filled with Rose petals and hummed softly as her body relaxed in the bathtub. But then.. a tingling started from her thighs. It wasn't from heat this time, it was from..

“ARGHHHHH” She screamed and jumped out of the water as her entire body started itching her.

Lance barged into the bathroom, concerned.

“My love, what's wrong?”

Violet quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body. “How could you enter the bath freely?!”

“Don't forget, we share a room and how can I not worry when I heard you screaming?” Lance walked over and grabbed her hands causing the towel to fall on her feet.

Lance held her and stared at her body shamelessly, “It looks like an allergy reaction. That's weird. You never had a reaction to Rose, in fact, your body loved it. Wait here, I'll go fetch cold water for you, don't scratch your skin to avoid you hurting yourself.”

Lance picked the towel and placed it in Violet's hands before jogging off.

Violet eyes watered and she remembered.

As Violet, she had a negative reaction to Rose flower. If that was the case, then was she Violet?

If yes, how come she had the god's power..

She closed her eyes.

She was a god that reincarnated in the body of Violet. In star rock, the other piece of her United in the body. That was why she felt confused.

But now.. she understood.

She was a god who came back to life in the body of Violet.

A tear trickled down her face as the sudden enlightment of who she was washed through her entire body. It felt so good.

Knowing who she truly was.

Lance walked in with a bucket containing water and empited the bathtub, replacing it with cold water.

Violet got in the bathtub when Lance stepped out, she was more excited and the itch didn't bother her as much. She was a god as much as she was a princess.

That meant that she could lean into the path she wanted or create her own. 

She had only one in mind.

To create her own path.

Lance entered the bathroom with a liquid soup this time and Violet didn't shy away. She was a god, anyone would be blessed to see her perfect body.

“Lance,” She said, “What is it you want?”

“Do you feel better? I was told this soap can help lessen the reaction of the rose petals.”

“Apply it then.”

Lance walked towards the bathtub and started with her hair. He gently enveloped her hair with the soap and danced his fingers all the way to her scalp.

Violet sighed, “That's so good.”

“When did you learn to massage like that?”

“I always massaged you whenever you weren't feeling well, don't you remember?”

Violet recalled the times Baddley massaged her in her memory and nodded, “That's right.”

Lance smiled and washed the soap off her hair before moving to her tense shoulders, “My love, you're so tense.” He chuckled, “Do you want me to fix that?”

Without thinking, Violet blurted, “Yes.”

Lance smiled and his fingers suddenly grabbed her breasts.

She gasped in surprise at how strong his hands felt against her chest which sent a lot of signals to her now pulsating pussy. 

Lance played with her hardened nipple and her breasts heaved up.

She didn't know whether to stop him or not.

All she knew was, his hands felt good on her skin.

Lance moved his finger down to her stomach and gently massaged it. Then he walked to the edge of the bathtub and started massaging her feet.

It felt so good..

Then his fingers danced down to her thighs, massaging it.

Then, he stood up.

“I hope that gave you a bit of relief?”

Violet nodded, unable to speak.

“Then I'll be in the room.” Lance ruffled her hair and walked out the door.

When she was certain he left, she opened her thighs and gasps at the amount of juice flowing out. Did she just orgasm to his massage?